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SCP-5918 | safe | close Info X 92.6% (+100) 7.4% (-8) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item #: SCP-5918 Special Containment Procedures: The entire known quantity of SCP-5918 is to remain stored in a secure item locker in Site-83. SCP-5918 must remain outside of soil unless in use. Consumption of SCP-5918 or its byproduct is strictly forbidden. Description: SCP-5918 is the designation given to approximately 2,000 sunflower seeds that are contained within a standard black garbage bag, with a white sticker labeled, "Spare Parts," that was attached to the exterior of the object. SCP-5918's anomalous properties manifest once it has been buried in soil and provided with at least .5 liters of distilled water. A fully grown sunflower will emerge from a planted SCP-5918 instance within two hours, and a human body part will be produced from the pistil. The type of body part produced by SCP-5918 is determined by the amount of water it was supplied with when planted. A comprehensive list of grown instances can be found below. The body parts grown from SCP-5918 do not show any degradation or decay until they have been attached to a living organism. They do not need to be surgically attached, as they will form new connective tissue once in the vicinity of the original body. Once attached, the body part will alter its pigmentation, orientation, and appearance until it is indistinguishable from the subject. The subject will have full control of the attached part without any compromise of their pre-existing skills. Attached body parts have a 19% chance of replicating a subject's pre-existing afflictions. The reason for this is currently unknown. Discovery SCP-5918 was seized from an establishment called Cannibal Chin's in Northern New Jersey on October 19, 2023, during the retrieval of SCP-5980. Investigations of the freezer revealed a number of severed human limbs1, as well as the bag containing SCP-5918. + Access list of grown body parts - Close File Amount of water Body part 0.5 Liters One hand 0.7 Liters One arm from the elbow down 0.9 Liters One leg from the knee down 1 Liter One arm from the shoulder down 1.3 Liters One leg from the hip down 1.4 Liters One hip 1.7 Liters One eye 2.5 Liters One torso from the throat down 3 Liters One human body + Access testing logs - Close testing logs TEST 1 Date: October 21, 2023 Performed by: Dr. Allegre (Dr. Andrews assisting) Subject: D-4719, male (21) Pre-existing conditions: None Result: D-4719's right index finger was surgically amputated. SCP-5918 was provided with 0.5 liters of distilled water. After two and a half hours, a human hand sprouted from the SCP-5918 instance. The index finger was removed and surgically grafted to D-4719. D-4719 retained complete control of his hand thereafter, although he experienced minor emotional distress. TEST 2 Date: October 22, 2023 Performed by: Dr. Allegre (Dr. Andrews assisting) Subject: D-4820, female (19) Pre-existing conditions: None Result: D-4820's left hand was surgically amputated. SCP-5918 was provided with 0.5 liters of distilled water. Results were similar to the previous test. TEST 6 Date: October 25, 2023 Performed by: Dr. Andrews Subjet: D-4218, female (65) Pre-existing conditions: Shattered left knee, replaced with a titanium plate. Result: D-4218's leg was amputated from the knee down. SCP-5918 was supplied with 0.9 liters of distilled water. Once grafted to D-4218, she immediately began walking without her usual limp. TEST 10 Date: November 3, 2023 Performed by: Dr. Allegre (Dr. Andrews assisting) Subject: D-4501, male (26) Pre-existing conditions: Scoliosis Result: D-4501's spine was surgically removed. SCP-5918 was supplied with 2.5 liters of distilled water, and a human torso was sprouted from its pistil. D-4501's spine was replaced and he stood two centimeters taller than before. TEST 12 Date: November 8, 2023 Performed by: Dr. Allegre (Dr. Andrews assisting) Subject: D-4681, male (51) Pre-existing conditions: Stage II Lymphoma Result: The affected areas of D-4681's throat were surgically removed. SCP-5918 was supplied with 2.5 liters of water, and a human torso sprouted from its pistil. While the implantation of the new tissue was a success, D-4681's cancer returned. TEST 20 Date: December 25, 2023 Performed by: Dr. Andrews Subject: D-4790, female (35) Pre-existing conditions: Heart failure Result: D-4790's heart was surgically removed and she was put on bypass. SCP-5918 was provided with 2.5 liters of water, and a human torso sprouted from its pistil. Results were within expectations, and D-4790 made a complete recovery. TEST 23 Date: January 1, 2024 Performed by: Dr. Andrews Subject: Dr. Allegre Pre-existing conditions: Stage III pancreatic cancer Result: Dr. Allegre's pancreas was surgically removed. SCP-5918 was provided with 2.5 liters of water, and a human torso sprouted from its pistil. Dr. Allegre's health returned to normal, although her cancer returned within 24 hours. TEST 24 Date: January 3, 2024 Performed by: Dr. Andrews Subject: Dr. Allegre Pre-existing conditions: Stage III pancreatic cancer Result: Same as the previous test. TEST 25 Date: January 5, 2024 Performed by: Dr. Andrews Subject: Dr. Allegre Pre-existing conditions: Stage III pancreatic cancer Result: Dr. Allegre's pancreas and part of her abdomen were surgically removed. SCP-5918 was provided with 2.5 liters of water, and a human torso sprouted from its pistil. Dr. Allegre's cancer did not disappear despite removing all affected areas. Her cancer returned after three hours. TEST 26 Date: February 14, 2024 Performed by: Dr. Andrews Subject: Dr. Allegre Pre-existing conditions: Stage IV pancreatic cancer Result: Results were similar to the previous test. TEST 30 Date: February 14, 2024 Performed by: Dr. Andrews Subject: D-4681, male (51) Pre-existing conditions: Stage II Lymphoma Result: Results were similar to the previous test involving D-4681. [SUBSEQUENT TESTS HAVE BEEN REDACTED FOR BREVITY] TEST 40 Date: April 14, 2024 Performed by: Dr. Andrews Subject: Dr. Allegre Pre-existing conditions: Stage IV pancreatic cancer Result: Same as the last fourteen tests. Further testing has been postponed by the Ethics Committee. + Incident 5918-1-5-2024 - Close Report Following Test 40, Dr. Andrews made no less than thirteen appeals for access to SCP-5918. Each request was denied. On April 26, 2024, Dr. Allegre and Dr. Andrews attempted to utilize SCP-5918 without proper authorization. Dr. Allegre poured 3 Liters of water onto a planted instance of SCP-5918, resulting in the growth of a complete human body from SCP-5918. At Dr. Allegre's request, Dr. Andrews surgically removed Dr. Allegre's brain and implanted it in the body produced by SCP-5918. After approximately twenty minutes, the body produced by SCP-5918 began identifying as Dr. Allegre and assumed her physical appearance. The following interview took place shortly after this discovery. <Begin log> Interviewer: Dr. Chin2 Interviewee: Dr. Allegre Dr. Chin: Hey, Allison. How're you doing? Dr. Allegre: I feel like I'm 20 again. Dr. Chin: (Chuckles) That's good, Ally. Dr. Allegre: Would you mind if I call the kids real quick, Alaina? I know you're about to interview me, I don't want to be ru- Dr. Chin: Go ahead. I'm sure Aubrey and Hunter will lose their minds when they find out they won't have to wait in hospitals anymore. Dr. Allegre: Thanks! (Dial-tone). Aubrey? Get your brother! Mommy's got good news! [PHONE TRANSCRIPT REDACTED FOR BREVITY] Dr. Allegre: (Sniffling) Thank you. Dr. Chin: Would you be able to answer some questions for me now, or do you want to wait a bit longer? There's no rush after all. Dr. Allegre: No no, I'm fine. Ask away. Dr. Chin: So how did it feel when you first entered your new body. Dr. Allegre: Like… I felt like a baby would when they're learning how to control their own bodies. It was like, difficult at first. Very disorientating. But after a few minutes, it felt like normal. Dr. Chin: Do you feel any different than before? Any new or unusual properties? Dr. Allegre: Not really, no. Still the same old me. Dr. Chin: Old is right, Ally. Dr. Allegre: Shut up. Between you, Owen3, and the kids I've got maybe a decade left in me at best. You're all a bunch of headaches. Dr. Chin: Don't act like you don't love us. Dr. Allegre: Don't ever have kids. Definitely don't mentor two doctors at the same time. Dr. Chin: So, apart from relearning how to pilot your own body, you're feeling normal? Dr. Allegre: Yes, ma'am. Do me a favor and tell Owen to stop worrying. We're doctors, not superheroes. He'll understand what I mean. <End log> Several extensive tests were later run on Dr. Allegre. Her body no longer showed signs of pancreatic cancer, and Dr. Allegre was allowed to return to work. However, her cancer returned after approximately twelve hours and metastasized immediately. Dr. Allegre was pronounced deceased on April 26, 2024. Dr. Andrews was reprimanded for his actions and is now given a weekly psychological evaluation. Dr. Allegre's children were amnesticized in order to maintain secrecy, as they had knowledge of Dr. Allegre's anomalous recovery. Footnotes 1. Later confirmed to be the severed limbs, skin, and organs of SCP-5980. 2. Alaina Chin 3. Dr. Andrews ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5918" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5919 | esoteric-class | Apartment 5919. Item #: Apartment 5919 Special Containment Procedures: No special maintenance is required. Cleaning should ideally be performed on a monthly basis. Entry of persons to the apartment is left to the discretion of the designated caretaker, the person in charge of Apartment 5919. Description: Apartment 5919 is a 1-bedroom, 1-bathroom apartment in the Niederrad district of Frankfurt, Germany. It was constructed in 1984 and is in average condition for its age. The apartment contains the following items: Interior. Bedroom Twin bed Bedside table Dresser Lamp Alarm clock Luggage stand Kitchen Gas stovetop with 2 burners Stainless steel sink Microwave Refrigerator Electric kettle Assorted cutlery, crockery, pots and pans Bathroom Toilet Ceramic sink Shower Wastepaper basket Lounge Two-seater sofa Television Television stand Coffee table Floor rug Apartment 5919 has no remarkable attributes or properties beyond what would be expected of other apartments in the city. The last resident of Apartment 5919 moved out in 2018. Since January 2020, it has been owned by a private organisation responsible for managing property. Andrej Schröder. Addendum: On 22/01/2020, a body retrieved from the Main River by Hesse State Police was identified as the Slovak-German artist Andrej Schröder, born in Dresden in 1948. Schröder had been under intermittent Foundation surveillance since 1985, after his first appearance in Central European anomalous art circles. While he enjoyed a distinguished career in sculpture, metalwork and mixed media at his Frankfurt studio, culminating in a 15-year retrospective exhibition ("Schröder: Capital, Cognition, Compulsion") at the Paris AWCY Millénaire? in 2000, he became gradually disillusioned with what he perceived as increasing commodification and consumerism within the art world, ceasing his own work entirely in 2009 and moving to his farm in Vogelsbergkreis to pursue gardening and maintaining his large collection of outsider art. Several of Schröder's acquaintances re-established contact with him in 2015, when he returned to Frankfurt to work on what he described as a final, ultimate work of "anti-art", which would "defy advertisement and marketing," although he never divulged any specific details. He reported having completed the project by late 2017, but was unable or unwilling to describe what he had created. Schröder had been seen to be drinking heavily for several days prior to the discovery of his body and his death was ruled an accident, although the Hesse medical examiner noted that suicide could not be definitively excluded. Andrej Schröder has since been designated PoI-5919. The only item of note found upon his person was a card of Marshall, Carter and Dark design. You are cordially invited to the viewing of an ordinary Frankfurt apartment. Price and address on request. Similar cards were found to have been distributed over the week before by MC&D to a number of wealthy, high-profile clients. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Apartment 5919" by ModernMajorGeneral, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5919. Licensed under CC-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: apartment5919.jpg Name: Frankfurt Im Mainfeld 16.20130511.jpg Author: Epizentrum License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Filename: bedroom5919.jpg Name: And you say this is a graduate student housing studio? Author: Quinn Dombrowski License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: andrej5919.jpg Name: JOZEF BREZANY.JPG Author: Dušan Damián License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia |
SCP-5920 | safe | Item #: SCP-5920 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-5920 units are to be contained within Suite 908A of Site-01 and managed through Project AURUM SILKWORM. SCP-5920 test subjects shall be chosen from within MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") according to depth of project-relevant experiences, particularly personnel management and information extraction. Participation in AURUM SILKWORM is to be codified as a requirement of MTF Alpha-1 membership. Members of MTF Alpha-1 who have been exposed to memories with intensity quotients over 20,000 may not be assigned to Overseer Council security details. Such individuals are not to be permitted transfer to other positions within the Foundation or retirement from their posts. Description: SCP-5920 is a specific combination of technologies that identify, extract, and duplicate an individual's memories. Additionally, SCP-5920 converts extracted memories into audiovisual media that can be experienced by other parties through normal exposure. Although replicable within the Foundation, progenitor paratech guarantees anomalous classification until public technology makes similar advancements. SCP-5920 units consist of three components: A central terminal controls the process and stores extracted memories for processing. An EEG headset analyzes cerebral activity and hosts micro-needles for insertion through thinner skull sections. A chair equipped with full-body restraints ensures subject safety during high-intensity exposure. Facilities for large-scale biological matter disposal are frequently used post hoc, but are not considered integral. Serial use of SCP-5920 amplifies the qualities of extracted memories via filtration through ego constructs. Second-hand experiences are often more potent due to additional layers of psychological baggage, as are third-hand experiences, fourth-hand experiences, etc. As a result, individuals' experiences, preferences, and outlooks influence the qualities of filtered memories, which vary significantly in duration, emotional slant, and intensity. Observing the audiovisual output of high-concentration memories induces a variety of effects within the human body: Intensity Quotient Range Bodily Effects 0 - 300 None observed. Subjects typically report calming experiences. 300 - 4,000 Fluctuations in heart rate, blood pressure, and brain activity depending on each memory's emotional slant. Broad worldviews may be shifted by repeated exposure. 4,000 - 20,000 Significant fluctuations in heart rate, blood pressure, and brain activity depending on memory slant. Elevated risk of cardiac arrest, internal hemorrhaging, and general organ failure. 20,000+ All test subjects not previously exposed to moderate-intensity memories have immediately expired. Addendum 5920-A (Original Test Log Samples): [OPEN TEST LOG] [CLOSE TEST LOG] Test Number: 14 Memory Donor: Janet York Test Subject: D-71354 Psychological Evaluation Summary: D-71354 is a well-adjusted individual with few concerning proclivities. Despite spending several years in Foundation custody, she maintains a generally positive attitude, speaks frequently about hopes for the future, and is highly regarded by her peers. Experiential Report: "It's a fine sight. Waves, sun, everything you need. There's sand squishing between my toes. Sand falling through my fingers too. There's even sand in my swimsuit, but that's a small price to pay if there ever was one. Now I'm laughing. That's not my voice, but I'm laughing anyway. Not my lips, but I'm smiling. It feels nice. The sun's as warm as I remember; maybe even warmer. I'm drinking too. The doctor said I shouldn't anymore, but one won't hurt. The girls say it'll do me good. There's water between my toes now. My feet are wet, and my legs, and I'm diving under. Not sure if I know how to swim, but I'm managing fine. Reefs below, fish out front, and my friends all around. Everything's going to be fine." Estimated Intensity Quotient (Retroactive): 25 Test Number: 15 Memory Donor: D-71354 Test Subject: D-89522 Psychological Evaluation Summary: D-89522 expresses the typical pessimistic outlook of D-Class personnel, but otherwise exhibits no concerning tendencies beyond persistent aquaphobia. Experiential Report: "No, wait, yeah, I know them. My friends. My friends are playing in the surf while I sit on a towel and drink. There’s nothing wrong with that. But, like, well, maybe there is something wrong. My breath catches when one of them slips in the water. It’s only ankle deep, but they might fall beneath anyway. They’re going to fall, and sink, and never come up again. I don’t want to be a wet blanket though. One of them runs back out to talk to me. She’s dripping everywhere, but not on me. Thank god, not on me. She’s so happy though. She’s practically bubbling herself. We’re talking, and talking, and then she grabs my hand. It’s wet, but I can handle that. Wet and warm, at least. Warm and alive, for now. She tugs me back toward the water. My heart’s racing, but I step in anyway. I try my hardest to laugh with them, even if it feels like I’m going to drown standing. That’s what it takes." Estimated Intensity Quotient (Retroactive): 44 Test Number: 16 Memory Donor: D-89522 Test Subject: D-92001 Psychological Evaluation Summary: D-92001 exhibits antisocial behaviors and was previously convicted for a series of violent offenses. Experiential Report: "We’re all playing in the water. It’s a city pool, right? One of those big ones. There’re hundreds of us crammed in there. Nah, more like thousands. Heh. We’re ass to elbows, knees to faces. Just one big screaming mess of kids. I don’t even want to think of what’s in the water. Snot, and piss, and worse. Heh. Yeah, lots worse. It’s a gross stew I keep dunking this one kid in. We’re all in the pot together, so it doesn’t matter much if one goes under for a bit. He’s struggling, but not enough. He’s whining, but it’s just wasting air. He’s blue when he comes up; I push him down again. Heh. Someone’s screaming at me. He’ll be fine though. We've all survived worse. I tell him that, but he just keeps screaming. He won't listen. He just won't fucking listen, so I keep pushing him under. He probably deserves it. Yeah. Definitely." Estimated Intensity Quotient (Retroactive): 68 Addendum 5920-B (Project AURUM SILKWORM Initiation): [OPEN DOCUMENT] [CLOSE DOCUMENT] Archived document: To requisitioned personnel, Under the authority of O5-3, Project AURUM SILKWORM has been established to examine practical applications of SCP-5920. Based on current analyses, refined memories hold great potential as therapeutic aids and memetic agents. Other applications are expected to arise in the course of research. Although D-Class personnel were initially used to test involved procedures, MTF Alpha-1 personnel are henceforth to be employed due to their abundance of potent experiences, extant clearances, and relevance to long-term project goals. These goals include: • Creating new media-based security mechanisms to replace aging memetic agents. • Creating low-cost treatments to raise Foundation personnel's morale, efficiency, and loyalty. • Improving the operational capacity of mobile task forces within cognitohazardous environments. Additional details will be provided within our secure facilities. Sincerely, Adrianne Berryman, Project Lead Maxwell Langford, Project Lead Addendum 5920-C (Intermediary Test Log Samples): [OPEN TEST LOG] [CLOSE TEST LOG] Test Number Output Subject Input Memory Tag Output Memory Tag Slant Estimated Intensity Quotient 242 D-86411 ABT-512-777 ABT-512-776 Neutral 330 243 D-51558 ABT-512-776 ABS-512-774 Positive 350 244 D-28999 ABS-512-774 ABS-511-774 Positive 462 245 Pestle1 ABS-511-774 ABS-406-733 Neutral 1,500 246 Pheasant ABS-406-733 ABQ-405-722 Neutral 2,300 247 Candle ABQ-405-722 ABQ-355-700 Negative 5,300 248 Cricket ABQ-355-700 ABQ-353-698 Negative 13,800 249 Adder ABQ-353-698 ABQ-349-665 Negative 21,000 Addendum 5920-D (Additional AURUM SILKWORM Directives): [OPEN DOCUMENT] [CLOSE DOCUMENT] Archived document: To all relevant personnel, At the behest of O5-3, and in light of recent events, new objectives have been added to AURUM SILKWORM guidance documents: • Assessing resistance to amnestics and memetic agents among test subjects. • Developing procedures to inhibit these escalating resistances. • Creating countermeasures to close resultant security gaps. We are aware that this may prove difficult for many of you, but O5-3 has conveyed the importance of equipping the Overseer Council with tools to manage its closest ring of personnel. Swift progress is expected. Sincerely, Adrianne Berryman, Project Lead Maxwell Langford, Project Lead Addendum 5920-E (Recent Test Log Sample): [OPEN TEST LOG] [CLOSE TEST LOG] Test Number Output Subject Input Memory Tag Output Memory Tag Slant Estimated Intensity Quotient 850 Acorn BQA-998-516 BQA-910-767 Negative 225,000 851 Opossum BQA-910-767 BQC-710-441 Negative 250,500 852 Squid BQF-710-441 BQF-661-300 Negative 280,700 853 Snail BQF-661-300 BQF-513-013 Negative 300,300 Most Recent Entry: Test Number: 854 Input Subjects: Acorn, Newt, Vole, Cradle, Opossum, Squid, Snail Output Subject: Wren Output Memory Tag: CZI-913-743 Output Subject Vocalizations: "No, I don't feel anything. Yeah, Langford, I see it. That doesn't mean I feel anything. There's a lot to take in at once, alright? Maybe people I haven't hurt yet? Or maybe people I'm going to hurt. They're screaming then dying. Screaming while dead. Something like that. I've got my knife, my pistol, and a hundred half-chewed hearts inside. My fingers slide through their eyes. My teeth are around their necks. The blood tastes like bleach, and I'm breathing it deep. They hate me. Their children died in airstrikes, and their siblings sank into the sea. I'm on trial. I'm in prison. I'm buried ten stories deep. Someone drags me out of the ground anyway. Their hands are on my wrists, along my spine. There's a hotel room. I'm hanging upside down in the bathroom, bruised all over. Sewage drips from the shower. Something is leaking under the door, thick, black, and mewling. The bed is full of bodies; no, wait, there are only two, but I don't know which is mine. A dog is gnawing on my leg. Another is deep in my guts. It's got dad's face and mom's voice. A drill presses right against my forehead. It's spinning up, hot and loud. Breaking the skin. Pushing in. All I can hear are my breaths through her mouth. No, nothing hurts. Don't you have biometrics? Nothing's wrong. No, it's just like one of those magic eye things. No, I feel fine." Slant: Null Estimated Intensity Quotient: 18,500,000 Footnotes 1. During transition between test subject populations, a request was made by Alpha-1 OPCOM to use standard-issue pseudonyms in public records. Concessions were made due to unique cultural concerns within MTF Alpha-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5920" by Pedantique, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5920. Licensed under CC-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-5921 | safe | East wing of Miami Walmart Supercenter Item #: SCP-5921 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5921 is to be contained in the Miami Walmart Supercenter, in the east-wing employees-only area. An offshoot of Stationary Task Force Kappa-51, Kappa-52 "Always Lower Prices" are to double-check all papers regarding Greazeburger at ██████████████████████, a Foundation front outside the effective perimeter. NOTICE FROM GREAZEBURGER INVESTIGATION TEAM Personnel currently in or around the Supercenter, including any investigation or communication sites established in the 50m radius, can probably get away with submitting a blank form. Just don't mistype your ID, please. — Dr. Kensing, Head of the Greazeburger Investigation Team Please answer the following questions to access the full file: If necessary, round all answers to the nearest thousandth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5921" by Ohohih, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5921. Licensed under CC-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: mart.jpg Name: "Walmart" Author: JeepersMedia License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/6ceede95-3346-4cc4-8ade-5fa67e05170b Filename: phone.png Name: "Emptiness as Wal-Mart Closes Shop" Author: Robert Stinnett License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/ffb66756-941a-4810-ace1-7aad17c2b794 Additional Notes: This image was the base of an edited image, following image was used as a second source, all other differences were done by me in GIMP. Name: "Phone" Author: Justin Brockie License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/210aabae-0c3b-442a-9596-c5785526e307 Additional Notes: The tiny phone in phone.png is this phone |
SCP-5922 | pending | Item #: SCP-5922 Special Containment Procedures:1 The cell containing SCP-5922 is accessible by personnel with Level-3/5922 or higher clearance. Study is to continue until a method of safe traversal is determined, after which retrieval of SCP-5922 will take priority. Description: SCP-5922 is Tom Purser, a 33-year-old human male. Whenever SCP-5922 experiences a dream, a flower will sprout from its chest, varying in length and species. Severing the stem of the plant has no effect on the disconnected section, but will result in the remainder receding into the body. SCP-5922 was discovered on February 18th, 2001, after David Stinnet, a partner of SCP-5922, brought it into Kindred Hospital in northern Chicago for a diagnosis of the phenomenon. Dr. Madison Tell, a Site-608 researcher briefly assigned at the hospital, was brought in for a second opinion. During the interview, SCP-5922: claimed that the anomaly has been present for approximately nine years. mentioned that it chose not to seek medical help, since severing the flower nullifies any evidence of it having occurred. expressed a strong desire to go home. While this interview was processed, an amnestic was discreetly administered to SCP-5922's partner. Memory conditioning was confirmed successful and SCP-5922 was transferred to Site-309 for containment. Addendum 5922.1: The following proposal was made on February 21st, 2001. Proposal Form Submitter: Dr. Alan Danica Concern: SCP-5922 SCP-5922 has refused to sleep for longer than 30 minutes since its recovery as an act of rebellion, as doing so does not relinquish any anomalous results. This is in addition to demands to be released. We've informed the subject more thoroughly of its situation, but it continues to express defiance. In order to facilitate the study of the anomaly, I would like to request the administration of a sedative. Verdict: DENIED Response: We cannot be sure how a sedative will affect SCP-5922. It's in our best interest to have a stable scientific control, and natural sleep would provide the closest outcome. However, if the subject is insistent on staying awake, there should be no issue with allowing it to do so. — Grant Adams, 5922 Project Lead Following this proposal, it was agreed upon to decrease interaction with SCP-5922 to the absolute minimum, the intent being to minimize any outside stimuli. Incident 5922-OL: On February 23rd, 2001, SCP-5922 stayed asleep for longer than an hour. The following log was recorded via the surveillance camera in SCP-5922's cell. OBSERVATION LOG TRANSCRIPT Date: February 23rd, 2001 Time: 02:31, approximately five hours after confirmed sleep. [BEGIN LOG] 02:31: The cell is still and dark. SCP-5922 is asleep in its provided bed. 02:37: SCP-5922 stirs lightly, moving onto its back. 02:39: SCP-5922 begins to retch violently. It grips the edges of its mattress. 02:41: SCP-5922's eyes open. Its retching continues as it moves out of the bed, falling to the floor. It crawls to the door and strikes it weakly with its fists. 02:44: SCP-5922 falls backwards onto its back. It rolls over and spits out a dark liquid on the floor. It grips its stomach and whines. 02:50: SCP-5922's whines turn to gagging. It spits out more fluid onto the floor. Medical personnel are instructed to investigate. 02:52: Medical personnel arrive and turns SCP-5922 onto its back. It covers its mouth. The dark fluid can be seen oozing out between its fingers. Personnel lift SCP-5922 onto the bed. 02:59: SCP-5922 lets go of its face and vomits. The expelled liquid hangs in the air, forming a bulky stem into SCP-5922's mouth. Personnel are instructed to evacuate the cell immediately. 03:01: The fluid grows in mass. SCP-5922 can be seen crying. 03:02: The fluid explodes, coating the entirety of the room and destroying the camera. [END LOG] Since Incident 5922-OL took place, the inside of the doorway into SCP-5922's cell has been covered with a thin reddish-brown membrane. The substance is highly elastic, though it is possible to pierce through. Any damage done is quickly repaired within twelve seconds, sealing gaps and mending incisions. Addendum 5922.2: On February 25th, 2001, a remote-controlled drone was sent past the membrane blocking SCP-5922's cell. The drone successfully located SCP-5922 within the cell after approximately 4 hours and 22 minutes of scouting; most of the time had been spent navigating the now incredibly expansive interior of the cell. As such, it is believed that Incident 5922-OL has resulted in the creation of a localized pocket dimension within SCP-5922's cell, now designated as SCP-5922-OL. There is no apparent source of light within SCP-5922-OL. The exact depth of SCP-5922-OL is unclear. No other lifeforms were found within the first excursion, so it is presumably empty with the exception of SCP-5922. SCP-5922 was found within SCP-5922-OL, held and restrained by thick red vine-like growths, after the remote-controlled drone shone its light on SCP-5922. These growths extend outwards into the darkness with no visible ending, wrapping around SCP-5922's arms, torso, legs, mouth, and eyes. Notably, marigolds and willow flowers can be seen originating from SCP-5922's chest. When the drone prodded SCP-5922 with its extended arm attachment, the subject visibly struggled. Though the drone was not capable of recording sound, movement of SCP-5922's jaw indicates screaming or shouting. Footnotes 1. These procedures have been revised as of March 18th, 2001. Previous iterations have been archived and are available upon request. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5922" by RockTeethMothEyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5922. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. N/A |
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Special Containment Procedures: Embedded Foundation agents are to funnel funds to the Republic of Turkey's Ministry of Culture and Tourism, to operate SCP-5923-A as a tourist attraction. Disinformation campaigns are to be spearheaded to label SCP-5923-A as a UNESCO World Friendship and Peace Village to attract tourism. Advertisement campaigns encouraging tourism in the area are to be disseminated throughout Europe and Asia. Guided tours and vendors will be contracted to organize tourist activities and several dwellings are to be restored. At least two "maintenance" Foundation agents are to reside in the restored dwellings at any given time. Description: SCP-5923 is a series of anomalous dreams that can occur in a certain segment of the population of Europe and Asia: most often creatives and individuals who attest to feeling at odds with society. A common psychological feature in subjects is the belief that they do not belong to their time or given community. The dreams that make up SCP-5923 occur once per lunar cycle, at minimum, but can be as often as ten times in the same period. During an SCP-5923 event, despite some small variations, individuals will consistently experience the following sequence of events: At the outset of an SCP-5923 event, subject will approach a small river shrouded in mist and be ferried across by a man in early 20th century clothes. No discerning features of the individual can be remembered by the subject. After the river crossing, the subject will come upon a large town constructed of stone, also shrouded in mist. Figures move along the streets of this town but appear unaware of the subject. These figures, designated SCP-5923-1, lack identifying features and seem to be animate shadows. The subject will walk through the town’s streets, eventually reaching the central town square which is dominated by an old Greek Orthodox Church. On the steps of the church is a genderless individual, dressed in white, hooded robes that shine brightly. The figure will stand up at subject’s approach and take their hand, guiding them into the church. The shining figure speaks with subject, but the only consistent feature of their words from subject to subject is the phrase: “Come to me and belong.” At this point, the subject awakens. Approximately 26% of those who experience an SCP-5923 event report a persistent longing during the period of time these events occur.1 SCP-5923 events have been found to vary in their length; some subjects who experience an event only do so for short periods of time, while others experience the event for months or years on a consistent basis. One pattern identified is that SCP-5923 events have never been recorded to occur with individuals with criminal records or those who are socially ostracized from the community. Subjects experiencing SCP-5923 events are usually well-respected in their community or their given trade. Discovery: SCP-5923 was first recorded in the 1931 unpublished poem “My Home” by famed Turkish 20th century poet Neyzen Tevfik. The following is an excerpt, translated from Turkish. Mist enshrouds my heart cobblestones calling to me hark, shining guardian where are your halls blessed be the stones of your dreaming streets2 Cross-references of numerous personal journals, therapy records, and public statements by creatives throughout the 20th century revealed that several thousand individuals have experienced SCP-5923 events. In 1999, Dr. Jocasta Rossi reported a recurring dream to her security-cleared therapist. On the advice of the therapist, and given the frequency of the dreams, Dr. Rossi began researching the phenomenon and confirmed that she was experiencing an SCP-5923 event. Upon receipt of her report, O5 Command authorized the usage of a prototypical oneirosensory visualization recording device.3 The following is transcript of the recorded SCP-5923 event. ► Addendum 5923-1◄ ▼ Close File ▼ Recording obtained by use of prototypical oneirosensory visualization device Date of recording: 21/11/19994 Participant: Jocasta Rossi, Head Thaumaturgical Researcher, Site-91 Operational Directive: General information gathering concerning SCP-5923 Foreward: Dr. Rossi has confirmed that she has been periodically experiencing SCP-5923 events for the previous three weeks. Dr. Rossi will attempt to observe the dreams and effect lucid dreaming techniques so she is aware of the events as they occur. [Begin Log] [Initial view is of a mist-shrouded body of water, which appears to be a river. The night is dark, with only a crescent moon serving as illumination.] Rossi: The air is chilly, like an early spring night but not so cold as to be uncomfortable. Significant moisture in the air, consistent with misty conditions. The river in front of me is jet black, I cannot tell how deep it is by eye. I – [Subject is interrupted by a male figure in a rowboat slowly approaching her position on the bank; he is wearing a long coat and hat consistent with early 20th century fashion.] Unknown: Come with me if you want to see your home. [The boat has stopped directly in front of subject in a manner inconsistent with the flowing water of the river, as if being held in place. The figure extends his arm out with an open palm.] Rossi: Who are you? Unknown: A ferryman. [Subject takes the unknown figure’s hand and sits in the boat as it starts to pull away from the bank.] Sixteen minutes of footage are lost due to technical failure. [Subject is within the village, walking down its streets. The stone buildings resemble architecture from the 18th century, most commonly seen in European settlements. Details are difficult to discern due to quality of recorded images and the heavy mist. The settlement is believed to be built into a hillside, as the streets incline significantly. There are several figures traversing the streets, their details nearly impossible to make out as they seem perpetually cloaked in shadow. Subject is speaking as the footage resumes, presumably continuing commentary from the lost footage.] Rossi: –do not stop to speak with me or even acknowledge my presence. Seem to be following a normal routine. I even saw two in what looked like a heated argument outside a stall for selling some sort of goods. I could not hear what they were saying. [Subject silently continues walking the cobblestone streets for over ten minutes. Video footage is lost for the next nine minutes, but the audio recording continues with digital artifacting.] Rossi: – impossible to say how long I’ve been here… just wandering. I’ve seen [UNINTELLIGIBLE] – going about their day but so far none have responded to me… I – A stowaway! Are you enjoying yourself? [Rossi does not respond to the voice or react in any way.] Rossi: – so tired, which is ironic. Been walking for hours, I think.5 You’d be welcome too. Come home. [Sounds of a scuffle and Rossi cursing loudly.] Rossi: Don’t know what that was about. They wouldn’t even – [UNINTELLIGIBLE] seems hard to focus on details of this experience, as I can’t remember what they were trying to do… [UNINTELLIGIBLE] drunk maybe? This might be important; I’ve been totally ignored except for that… Just what the hell is a pnévma tis polis?6 Seven minutes of recording are lost due to technical failure. [Visuals resume at the 31:02:17 marker of recording. Subject stands in a town square, the cobblestones shifting beneath her feet. She does not notice. Subject looks around. Many instances7 of SCP-5923-1 are seen lining the square and staring at subject.] [Subject continues moving forward at a slow pace. None of the SCP-5923-1 instances take their eyes off subject, but do not approach her. She circumvents a large fountain, which is spraying a liquid into the air, alternating red to white and back again.] [The white-robed figure is sitting on the stone stairs leading over the hill and into the Greek Orthodox church ruins. It reaches out a hand. Rossi does not take the proffered hand.] Rossi: You can’t just come in here and – Come where? Rossi: Whatever you want to call it, poking around up here [subject taps her right temple] … don’t try to manipulate me. Answers don’t come in dreams, at least not for you. [Entity seems to be looking beyond subject. Immediately after, the entity rises up and hovers above the subject in front of the church, arms outstretched and twirling as the entity is partially obscured by the mist. It appears to be indicating the area around the church.] I am here. Where are you? Rossi: England. Ever been? I am this and cannot travel. Rossi: Alright… where are you? Home. Don’t you long to go home? Rossi: I grew up twenty kilometers from where I am. So, no, I don’t. Wrong. Rossi: What do you mean, ‘wrong’? Born there, but this is your home. Come to me and belong. [End Log] Afterword: Director Rossi reported being distraught for the next several hours after the SCP-5923 event. She did not report an anomalous compulsory effect, but described it as akin to mourning. ▼ Close File ▼ Cross-referencing of descriptions of SCP-5923 events and the recording of Dr. Rossi’s experience, the area was confirmed to be the village of Kayaköy, Turkey, since designated as SCP-5923-A. SCP-5923-A has been abandoned since 1923 after the close of the Greco-Turkish War and a treaty that required a population exchange between the two nations. The village was predominantly populated with ethnically Greek families who were forced to relocate to Greece. The village is in significant disrepair; over five hundred structures are still standing, albeit without surviving roofs. Abandoned village of Kayaköy, Turkey. On 22/12/1999, MTF-Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) were mobilized to explore and gather information concerning SCP-5923-A. Additionally, several psionics8 were also mobilized to aid in the reconnaissance. Captain Maria Waltham was in command of the mission. Embedded agents within the Turkish Security Agency made falsified reports concerning tectonic activity within the area, and the MTF was inserted under the guise of a damage assessment on the ruins. SCP-5923-A was confirmed to be abandoned, with no living entities residing within. Akiva readings were normal and there was no evidence of anomalous energies within the ruins. The only structure that resonated with the psionics was the debilitated church ruins in the town center. Both the church and the square registered significant residue of emotional trauma, most easily relatable to feelings of deep loneliness and being lost. After four hours, Command called a halt to the exploration as the MTF captain had separated from the team and could not be located. An extensive search of the ruins did not reveal her location and no signal from her transponder was received. ► Addendum 5923-2 ◄ ▼ Security Verified ▼ Received Audio-visual Transmissions: Following Captain Waltham’s disappearance on 22/12/1999, several transmissions were received by embedded agents within the locality. Received on 23/12/1999, @ 09:00 hours: [View from Waltham’s body cam shows small winding cobblestone streets and buildings in pristine condition, just like the recording of Dr. Rossi’s experience of an SCP-5923 event. It appears to be night, and in misty conditions.] Waltham: If anyone is receiving this, please return to the village. I’ve been wandering for hours and I can’t find my way out of this stupid town. Received on 23/12/1999, @ 12:42 hours: [Waltham is motionless, sitting against a wall. Camera has a view of her knees, pulled up to her chest, and, beyond, the stone wall of a village house.] Waltham: I don’t know where I am… is this the same village? Please, I need exfiltration… Received on 23/12/1999, @ 20:05 hours: [Waltham is wandering at a slow pace down the streets of the village. The view of the camera swings slowly horizontally as Waltham meanders down the street, staggering.] Waltham: I don’t have it in me for another cantrip9 of warmth, and I can’t find anything to burn here. There’s just the streets, empty, and the river.10 [The street and buildings suddenly fold in on themselves, and rearrange themselves until Waltham is on a different street. Waltham begins to vomit and falls to her knees.] Waltham: [whispering] What the fuck is going on? Received on 23/12/1999, @ 21:05 hours: Waltham: I can get to the edge of town, it’s not infinite… but then I’ll blank and it will fold in on itself; fall apart until it reforms and I’m sent right back to the fucking church. Received on 24/12/1999, @ 06:17 hours: Waltham: Is anyone even out there getting this? Received on 24/12/1999, @ 11:12 hours: [Waltham is meandering in the empty Greek Orthodox church. There are numerous pews within and lit candles around the space.] Waltham: I’m not alone here. I thought I was, but I’m not. I haven’t seen anything but… Received on 24/12/1999, @ 13:23 hours: [Waltham is laying on a pew in the church. Mist is flowing in through the open doors of the church, pooling along the stone floor.] Waltham: Just round and round in circles, always back to the damn church… How long have I been here? Feels like weeks. You’ve been here for a day. Maybe two. Hard to say. [Waltham sits up suddenly, looking around for the source of the voice.] I am here. Waltham: Where? Here. [Waltham gets up and starts walking towards the entrance. She pulls her sidearm, but keeps the barrel pointed towards the ceiling.] Waltham: I can’t see you. Come out! I warn you, I’m armed. You don’t need it. Waltham: I'll be the judge of that. I said, come out where I can see you. You are looking right at me. Do you like it? Waltham: What? You don’t. Waltham: Don’t what? [Waltham turns around several times in the church, leveling her sidearm out in front of her.] Like it… you don’t like it. Waltham: No, I don’t like it! I want to get out of here, goddamnit! Wait. [The walls, floor and ceiling of the church folds in on themselves, propelling Waltham out onto the street. The street and buildings are also exhibiting non-Euclidean geometrics as they fold in upon themselves, shifting the camera between different elevations and rapidly restructuring from one layout to another. Waltham sways and falls, landing on her side and not moving. The streets continue to rearrange themselves, occasionally placing the view from Waltham’s camera inside a structure. This continues for nearly twelve minutes until all movement ceases. It is impossible to gauge Waltham's location within the village when restructuring ceases. She does not move.] Do you like it this way? [Waltham does not respond. She is believed to be unconscious.] Oh. [Footage continues for another forty-eight minutes until camera stops recording automatically due to lack of bodily movement.] Received on 24/12/1999, @ 17:06 hours: [Waltham is sitting on a small wooden dock. The camera is looking out across the dark waters of the river.] Waltham: Just want to go home. There’s been so many of those restructuring events… I don’t know what it wants. For you to stay! [Waltham stands and looks around, one hand on her holstered pistol.] Waltham: Look, I don’t want to stay. I want to go. Because you don’t like it. Waltham: No! Please don’t – [The riverbank, docks and surrounding buildings again start folding in on themselves, shifting Waltham’s view to that of the town square with the church. The camera catches a glimpse of a figure huddled on the steps, stained white robes splayed out on the stones.] [Waltham groans and pitches forward, catching herself as she starts to fall on the lip of the wall surrounding the central fountain.] Waltham: Listen to me! Please stop, and just talk to me. What is it? Waltham: You clearly want something, right? [Entity shrugs and looks down at the stone steps it is sitting on.] Waltham: Where are all the people from the dreams? The boat man, and the shadow people in the streets? All me. Waltham: They’re part of you? Are me. [Waltham sits up, with her back against the rim of the fountain.] Waltham: [Indicating the surrounding buildings with her hands.] What is all this? It’s not the actual village, I’ve seen that and it’s in ruins. All me. [The figure grasps its head and begins rocking back and forth on the stairs.] Waltham: Calm down, I’m not attacking you or anything. Just trying to understand. [The figure in the stained robes sits up and seemingly stares in Waltham’s direction, although no features are discernible under the hood.] No one comes. Waltham: To the village. No one comes to the village! [The figure nods rapidly.] Yes yes! But then I felt you wandering, with the others… So, you should stay! [Waltham stands shakily, continuing to hold onto the rim of the fountain, and takes a deep breath.] Waltham: I can’t stay, especially not here. [Figure starts to wail loudly, clutching its head again.] Waltham: Wait, just wait… What if other people came to visit? How would that make you feel? Yes yes yes yes yes! Waltham: Listen, I need you to trust me. I think I have a solution, but first I have to get out of here, ok? [End Log] Captain Waltham was found wandering a side road leading to SCP-5923-A. She was dehydrated, malnourished, and suffering from vertigo, but was otherwise unharmed. After her debriefing, the current Special Containment Procedures were put in place. To date, no further SCP-5923 events have occurred. Footnotes 1. Despite this, there is no compulsion effect or cognitohazardous aspect to an SCP-5923 event. Subjects who complain of this longing compare it to an ordinary dream where one meets their one true love or other meaningful life event. In most cases, the longing dissipates over time. 2. In journals from this period, Tevfik describes a recurring dream that is undoubtedly an SCP-5923 event. In the following years, Tevfik would often write of a desire to find the village in his dreams so that he could “finally go home,” despite the fact he was born in the port city of Bodrum. 3. Records digital rendering of subject’s dreams. 4. This was the third attempt at recording due to a combination of technical failures and unsatisfactory sleep quality failing to fully submerge the doctor into REM sleep. 5. Inaccurate; at this point in the record, subject has been in REM sleep for less than half an hour. 6. Greek phrase for spirit of the city. 7. Approximately two thousand five hundred. 8. Individuals with psychic abilities, on loan from MTF-Omega-20 (“Thought Police”). 9. Captain Waltham is a Thaumatologist. 10. There is no body of water within twenty kilometers of Kayaköy. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5923" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5923. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5924 | safe | The NC Mutual Life Insurance headquarters. Item #: SCP-5924 Special Containment Procedures: Relevant disinformation campaigns have been disseminated, and deemed successful. The floor housing SCP-5924 has been closed off from civilian access under the pretense of renovation and maintenance works. Description: SCP-5924 is a biological entity occupying an area of dimensions 4m by 5m on the north-facing wall of floor B3 in the NC Mutual Life Insurance headquarters, Durham, North Carolina, United States. Radiographic analysis indicates that SCP-5924 consists of human flesh, with an interconnected system of veins and arteries which penetrates the concrete behind it. A single motile appendage, measuring 1m long, protrudes from SCP-5924 which ends in a pair of human lips. This appendage frequently opens to vocalize in fluent American English in a masculine tone. Two human ears and eyes, each approximately 30 centimeters wide, are situated asymmetrically on either side of SCP-5924. For unknown reasons, employees1 of the company regard SCP-5924 as unremarkable; its discovery was hence unreported for three weeks2 until a civilian electrician entered the floor for repairs, after which local law enforcement was deployed to inspect the premises. The electrician was amnesticized and embedded agents within the local police precinct declared this as a false alarm. Addendum 3-C: On 06/12/2015, on the day of implementation of SCP-5924's containment procedures, Dr. Lawkind Halls conducted an interview session with SCP-5924 to ascertain the reason for its existence. [BEGIN LOG] (Shuffling.) SCP-5924: Manny! Manny? I- is that you, my boy? (A creak.) Dr. Halls: I'm afraid not, sir. SCP-5924: Oh! Oh… I- I'm terribly sorry, mister…? Dr. Halls: Halls. SCP-5924: Halls? I don't ever recount there being halls here- Dr. Halls: Not, not that. (Silence.) SCP-5924: Oh! Oh! (Chuckles.) You- you meant- ah, okay! Mister Halls! Hello! Dr. Halls: It's fine, sir. May I know your name? SCP-5924: Uh… I- I don't really know, Mister Halls. My memory's gettin' a lil' foggy, er… Wallace? I- I think? (Soft scribbling.) Dr. Halls: Mhm. You were calling out for… "Manny"? SCP-5924: Oh, yes! Manny! Dr. Halls: Why do you keep calling out for this person? SCP-5924: (Chuckles.) He's a sweet boy, I tell him. Dr. Halls: How is Manny affiliated with you? SCP-5924: (Tuts.) Don't be cold! I told you, he's a sweet little boy! (Soft scribbling.) Dr. Halls: Right. Do you remember if he was involved in anything that might've… uh, brought you here? (Silence.) SCP-5924: I… guess so. I can't seem to pinpoint it, but it- it just feels… nice. Nice to be told he loves me. In fact, I've been coming here for a while now, so I kind of got close to everyone here! You see? There- there's Andy's seat over there, Harris over there, Janice- oh yes, Janice, sweet woman. Went around helping anyone fussing over numbers! And- and there's- Dr. Halls: Sir, I appreciate your enthusiasm. However, uh… back to Manny. SCP-5924: Ah, yes! Manny! Oh dang it, my memory's just not working right today. Sorry about that. (Chuckles.) (Silence. A cough.) SCP-5924: (Clears throat.) …right. Uhm. I've been looking for Manny to, uh, you know, get to know him better. And- and thank him too. Dr. Halls: So you were here to… thank him? SCP-5924: Yes, yes, the sweet lil' boy. Even sent me one of those… uh, those- those little envelope things on the- the, screen? Those- Dr. Halls: Email? SCP-5924: Yes! Here, I- I'll read it to you. I- I have it here just for reference. (Silence. Moments later, muffled, wet sounds can be heard.) SCP-5924: There we go! Uhm. "Dear Mister Wallace, Happy Birthday! Uh… something, something, - Manny." See? What a sweet boy, I tell ya! It's been a while since there was noise in the house, eh? Even this- yeah, I should thank all of the employees, throw them a sweet little gift, maybe, um- maybe continue to stay here to be their valued customer, y'know? Dr. Halls: May I have a look at that phone? SCP-5924: Sure, Mister Halls! (Several wet sounds. Silence.) Dr. Halls: Sir, may I know if you are short-sighted? SCP-5924: (Chuckles.) Well, I- uh, I would be lying if I said I wasn't. Dr. Halls: …Thank you for answering my questions. SCP-5924: No problem! [END LOG] Addendum 3-D: Dr. Halls received a Samsung SGH-A1673 from SCP-5924's appendage. A single email was present in the inbox; its contents have been converted into an electronic copy and attached below for reference. Dear Mr. Wallace, Happy Birthday! The North Carolina Mutual Life Insurance Company would like to extend our gratitude for your continued subscription! Feeling concerned about your future? No worries! On this special occasion, we offer you a 25% additional coverage of your healthcare expenses! Have a great day! — Manny DeSanchez4 Employee of NC Mutual Life Insurance, Customer Service 05/14/2015 Footnotes 1. This effect extends to the company's corporate hierarchical system, including the executives. Foundation agents employed by the company also do not claim SCP-5924 as anomalous. Other positions not directly related to the service of the company, such as security and maintenance, are unaffected. 2. Security cameras were not installed during this time. 3. A 'flip' phone released in 2009. 4. Upon subsequent interrogations, "Manny" claimed no relationship or memory of "Wallace". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5924" by Blightknell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5924. Licensed under CC-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-5925 | safe | Item#: 5925 Level1 Secondary Class: eshu Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5925 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5925 is to be contained in standard humanoid containment cell B5 of Site-118's Delta Wing. Personnel are not to directly or indirectly refer to SCP-5925 by any name, title, or designation other than its item number. No other measures are necessary to successfully contain him in his current state, and this will continue to be the case indefinitely. Level 5 Clearance Required Access Granted SCP-5925 is considered a Eshu Class nomenclative hazard. However, previous attempts to contain SCP-5925 per Protocol 4000-Eshu have been deemed inadequate. As such, Protocol 5925-Eshu has been devised to forcefully associate SCP-5925 with a single title, specifically that of its item number. This protocol additionally requires familiarity with SCP-5925's item number, containment procedures, description and appearance by as many Foundation personnel as currently available. The clearance level has thus been adjusted to reflect this, and SCP-5925's incomplete file is to be regularly circulated through junior researcher and security staff in all sites. As an additional measure the entrance of cell B5 is to be reinforced with iron plating. Following Incident 5925-Holly, the containment class, distribution class, risk class, procedures, and description of this article have been altered in keeping with nomenclative association methods necessary for further containment. These alterations have been marked in blue for differentiation from the standard formatting. Description: SCP-5925 is a humanoid which appears to be an elderly male of Northern European descent. Though SCP-5925 has the physique of a 70 to 80 year old man, records that refer to SCP-5925 indicate the subject is far older. He is frail, friendly, charitable, and compliant with the Foundation's instructions. SCP-5925 has knowledge of the full name of all people it comes into contact with, despite having never personally met. It is also aware of current or past material desires of these individuals. Besides this, and his lengthened life span, he has no other anomalous capabilities. Discovery Log: Level 5 Clearance Required Access Granted SCP-5925 was discovered on September 22nd 1995 during a performance of the 4000-Halloway procedure. A mistake occurred during the execution of the procedure1. The procedure still resulted in an expansion of the fireplace and a ladder descending from the chimney. However, this ladder did not lead to the place of the nameless oddities, and instead, SCP-5925 emerged from the chimney into the site. Notably, despite several members of personnel utilizing the same epithet to describe SCP-5925 in the moment of its appearance, none of them suffered any adverse anomalous effects. Additionally, upon the personnel referring to SCP-5925 by this epithet, it became docile and amiable. This is believed to be due to the cultural association of the epithet in question. SCP-5925 then escaped the facility by anomalous means2, leaving behind gifts for all those present. SCP-5925 was afterward given its current item number and designated as a Euclid class entity. The mistake which lead to SCP-5925's initial appearance was later replicated. Being prepared, personnel referred to SCP-5925 by its item number, and were successful in apprehending the subject. The relevance of SCP-5925's designation to the success of this operation was later discovered during its containment, and the initial draft of the 5925-Eshu protocol was enacted. This protocol was later expanded upon following the 5925-Holly incident. Addendum 5925.01: Level 5 Clearance Required Access Granted The 5925-Holly Incident The following is an interview conducted on June 20th 1996. The purpose of said interview was to establish the difference between SCP-5925 and the entities residing in the grove of games and names. During this interview, details pertaining to the nature of SCP-5925's status as an Eshu class entity were revealed, leading to alterations to the 5925-Eshu protocol to more effectively contain the subject. Interviewed: SCP-5925 Interviewer: Dr. Angulo Foreword: SCP-5925 has shown to be more compliant and cognitive when interacting with only one individual directly. As such, this interview was conducted within chamber B5. No other individuals were within the chamber during the interaction, however two members of security personnel were present beside the chamber entrance for emergency assistance in the event of a nomenclative breach. <Begin Log> Dr. Angulo: Good morning, SCP-5925. SCP-5925: Well, if it isn't Maria. Yes, yes, I remember. You wanted a proper chemistry set all through 4th grade. Dr. Angulo: And I never did get it. SCP-5925 laughs SCP-5925: No my poor soul… no you didn't. But, you were rather naughty as I recall. And your mother Benilda, bless her, she wished she could've afforded it. How is she now? Dr. Angulo: I actually came to ask you a few questions. We want to know how you differ from the others like you. SCP-5925: Oh, I'm sorry Maria, but I'm not certain of what you mean. Dr. Angulo: When we first found you we were trying to get… somewhere. A place with people similar to you, you could say. SCP-5925: I see now, I see, you mean the land of █████. Dr. Angulo winces at this. No effect was detected from this naming, and thus the interview proceeds. Dr. Angulo: Yes, there are things we've found there. It is dangerous for us to name them and the place itself. SCP-5925: Well I imagine it would be! They must be starving for names! Dreadful fate. Dr. Angulo: Well, this clearly isn't the case for you. SCP-5925: Of course not, Maria. I have no want for names, for I have collected many. Jolly ones, playful ones, rough ones, ancient ones. And still I collect more, like this new name of yours. It is cold and harsh. But, it is mine now, and all that comes with it. Dr. Angulo: When the others lost their names, why didn't you? SCP-5925: I lost my fair share. I am not what I once was. Those times, they split me into parts. But, one makes do if one is to survive. Dr. Angulo: And none of the others could hold onto some of their names, like you did? SCP-5925 laughs SCP-5925: I don't believe I ever said such a thing. There are a few still in the shadows causing trouble, the scamps. There is ██████ of course. You can't avoid but to run into him come spring. Then there's ██████, ████████████ and █████! ███████ is always good for a laugh- What is wrong Maria? You look ill? Dr. Angulo: We can't- we shouldn't be having a conversation like this without further security. I'm sorry. It's not safe. SCP-5925: My apologies, I did not mean to frighten you. I was simply reminiscing. Good times with fun names. Not like this one. Euclid. What kind of title is that? Dr. Angulo: I'm sorry, what was that? SCP-5925: Euclid. That is what I am now, yes? A Euclid? So broad. So meaningless. You have all kinds of Euclids. Dr. Angulo and SCP-5925's breath become visible in the air. Dr. Angulo: What are you- SCP-5925: SCP-5925, that is no name for me. SCP is a name for cruel, evil, terrible things. And so many of them, so varied. But, it is mine now, and all that comes with it. Dr. Angulo stands abruptly and attempts to exit chamber B5. The chamber door jams and is unable to open. Dr. Angulo repeatedly strikes the door. Dr. Angulo: Open this now! There's been a breach! SCP-5925: No need for that Maria, I'm sure Jacob and Richard are already right on it. It may take them some time, though. Dr. Angulo crouches by the door, breathing into her hands. Dr. Angulo: So cold… so fast. How? SCP-5925: The cold has always been mine. The snow, ice, sleet, and of course the death that accompanies them. No matter my name, winter follows. As for how, I am an SCP now. I am capable of many things, just as long as I'm stuck in this box with you. Speaking of which, while I have you here Maria, I must say I'm simply not fond of this name. I'd like another. Could I ask for your help in that? Dr. Angulo: Please- SCP-5925: It doesn't have to be new. I would gladly take one of the old. Just as long as it gets me out of this box. I have too much to do. Dr. Angulo slumps backward, appearing to nearly lose consciousness. Dr. Angulo: I- I- SCP-5925: I promise the cold will cease Maria. I wish you no harm, truly I don't. All names have power, and in your world, the powers are rather grim. Hurry, your time grows short. Dr. Angulo: Holly- SCP-5925: What was that? Dr. Angulo: The Holly King. SCP-5925's body begins to change rapidly. Its hair and beard grow substantially. Its physique becomes much taller, but decrepit and starved. A green hood and robe appear on its body. A pair of Cervidae antlers3 sprout from its forehead. A stained broadsword appears in its hands4. The breaths of SCP-5925 and Dr. Angulo becomes no longer visible, indicating a rise in temperature. SCP-5925 laughs strenuously SCP-5925: You are a clever one Maria. Very sly, very naughty. To pick such an old name, one with such strict rules. And in June no less! Yes, this name does me no good. Not for another 4 months at the very least. The doors to the chamber open. Security personnel enter, assisting Dr. Angulo to stand. They then begin to escort Dr. Angulo out of the chamber. SCP-5925: May you have a merry Midsummer I suppose. And happy holidays. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5925's form reverted after 3 days. Prior to this, it created a crown of Aquifoliaceae Ilex5 and expressed the desire to gift this item to Dr. Angulo as an apology for its behavior. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5925" by TheSlothSavant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5925. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Santa Name: Santa Author: pxhere License: CC0 Source Link: pxhere Footnotes 1. The specifics of this mistake have been omitted in keeping with Protocol 5925-Eshu. 2. The specifics of SCP-5925's escape have been omitted in keeping with protocol 5925-Eshu. 3. Described as akin to those of a stag. 4. Later analysis of these stains suggest they are of tree sap, which may stem from repeated impacts against oak wood. 5. Commonly known as holly. |
SCP-5926 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5926 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5926 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-105. Regular psychological screenings are to be carried out, as are enrichment sessions between them and Cpt. Amelia Carter. Currently, SCP-5926 is undergoing physical testing to determine its relative level of fitness. Supervised access to Site-105's gymnasium is permitted, but may be revoked at any time for any reason. SCP-5926-A is to be disassembled on a bi-weekly basis to undergo cleaning and maintenance. Approved materials for maintaining structural integrity of SCP-5926-A can be found in Supply Closet 5 at Site-105. Description: SCP-5926 is an entity currently inhabiting SCP-5926-A. SCP-5926 has no physical form, but is capable of vocalization, the consumption of food and drink, and interaction with the environment, provided SCP-5926-A is fully sealed. While either ignorant of or unwilling to share its nature and origins, SCP-5926 uses feminine pronouns and claims that it is not human in origin, nor does it have any ties to the mythology of any nearby tribal groups. SCP-5926-A is a full-body costume made in the image of the polar bear mascot of the Mobile Task Force ᐁ-23, "Ice Bears"1. Originally created to accommodate an individual of medium build and 1.65m in height, SCP-5926-A's height fluctuates between 1.65 and 2m with their weight remaining negligible due to the fact that it is largely constructed of cloth and faux fur. The inside of SCP-5926-A's mask is covered in a large amount of blood that testing has shown to be a hybrid between human and polar bear, which neither dries nor is absorbed by the material of SCP-5926-A, instead falling into the shoes of the costume before dissipating. History: Prior to the creation of SCP-5926, MTF ᐁ-23 had a history of personalizing their gear with ursine motifs, including false bear ears worn on their headsets, bandannas and face masks resembling a snarling bear mouth, and using gloves made to resemble bear paws in an effort to emulate "Snowy", their self-made polar bear mascot. In 2015, Private Amelia Carter (who transferred to ᐁ-23 from MTF-S-88 ("Animal Control")) commissioned the creation of SCP-5926-A as a means of boosting morale in the task force. While celebrating the successful containment of Nexus-239 (Invicta, Alaska) in Early November 2019, Noel Admundsen, the 'legatus maximus' of the cult which inhabited Nx-239, found their way to the outpost where ᐁ-23 was celebrating, where they proceeded to shoot and wound five members of the task force before being neutralized. In the process, they shot Cpt. Amelia Carter in the head while they were wearing SCP-5926-A. Despite the bullet completely penetrating the mask in such a way that Cpt. Carter's cranial tissue should have been intersected, she was unharmed, which was attributed to the mask of the costume resting slightly askew on her head. SCP-5926 came to inhabit SCP-5926-A following its repair and subsequent storage; it was discovered when it broke out of the storage bin which Cpt. Carter had placed it into and began wandering the halls of Site-105. Recordings and Documents Related to SCP-5926: SCP-5926 Preliminary Interview: Cpt. Carter: Okay, uh. Beginning interview with… Anomalous Object 5926. SCP-5926: I'm… an anomaly? Cpt. Carter: Do you understand what that means? SCP-5926: Yes. You have to contain me. What am I? Cpt. Carter: We were hoping you could elaborate on that. Our best guess is that you're some kind of… native spirit, maybe? Invicta had a lot of spiritual activity around it, so maybe— SCP-5926: N-no. I… think I'm a polar bear? That's what I see in the mirror. SCP-5926 blinks. SCP-5926-A does not have the capacity to blink, due to a lack of eyelids. Cpt. Carter: …uh. What the fuck? SCP-5926: Please, just… I don't know what's going on. I know I'm… not right. I know I have to be contained. But— I don't know what I am. Am-am, please, help me. Cpt. Carter:… what did you just call me? SCP-5926: Am-am. That's your name, right? Cpt. Carter terminates the interview. Psychological Evaluation Teleconference: Amelia Carter, 11/21/2019 Dr. Marmot: Connection's not c—-rough great. Snow storm up there? Cpt. Carter: Yeah. Dr. Marmot: We'll m— do. It's been close to three we-ks since the incident, h— do you feel? Cpt. Carter: Same as usual. Nightmares about being shot in the head, and now I'm angry, too. Some weird ghost's possessed something I paid close to two grand for, and it's just… kind of pathetic. Can't even remember what it is. Dr. Marmot: I imagine losing your costume after the trauma has taken a bit of— Cpt. Carter: God's sake, doc, we're adults. Call a fursuit a fursuit, even if the documentation doesn't. Dr. Marmot: Right. Your… fursuit was important to you. Cpt. Carter: Yeah. I made it as just a dumb thing to mess with the guys up here, but.. Snowy just… kind of became the heart of the squad, y'know? And I felt cute wearin' that thing. Made people not look at… Cpt. Carter indicates a large scar on their right cheek, received in the line of duty while combating an outbreak of SCP-3312 in Chicago, IL Cpt. Carter: I could always get a new one made, but… I dunno. Feels like Snowy's somehow… dead. Dr. Marmot: You were almost killed wearing it. I'm not surprised you're ambivalent about it. Cpt. Carter: It's… not even that. I feel like they're not part of me, anymore. Like the bullet blasted her out of my skull. Dr. Marmot: I'm not sure what to make of that. I'm… not familiar with that particular aspect of your lifestyle. Cpt. Carter: Yeah, well. Don't expect you to understand. No offense. Dr. Marmot: None taken. There's a lot I don't understand about a lot of my patients, but I'm trying to help. Transcript of the First Recorded Video of Cpl. Amelia Carter wearing SCP-5926-A, 2014: Three agents of ᐁ-23 are seen in the recreational area of Site-105's Barracks. Lt. Edward Malcolm is recording newly-recruited Agent Peter Belfast, while Lt. Richard Rawlings is seen snickering in the background. Lt. Malcolm: All right, Pete. Time for your initiation. Agent Belfast: Isn't hazing against Foundation protocol? Lt. Malcolm: Oh, very much so. That's why I'm expecting you to stay quiet about it. The recorded roar of a polar bear is heard, accompanied by the recordings of several loud footsteps and the rattling of chains. Agent Belfast: What the fuck?! Lt. Malcolm: Rules are rules. Malcolm sets down the camera on a covered foosball table. Lt. Malcolm: If you wanna be part of the Ice Bears, you gotta meet our mascot. Lt. Rawlings: Don't worry, she probably won't eat you. She's full from the last few recruits. Lt. Malcolm and Rawlings exit the room and lock the door behind them. Agent Belfast: No, what the fu— Another recorded roar is heard. Agent Belfast turns to face the doorway to the restrooms, where the sound is coming from. Agent Belfast: I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my f— Cpl. Carter rushes around the corner to the restroom, leaps onto a chair, and strikes a snarling pose while wearing the aforementioned polar-bear costume. Cpl. Carter: Roaaaar! Agent Belfast: FUCKING CHRIST! Loud laughter is heard from outside the room. Cpl. Carter laughs and dismounts from the chair. Cpl. Carter: Locking the door was a bit much, guys! Lt. Malcolm: We didn't lock him in, we locked you in, Snowy! Cpl. Carter laughs Cpl. Carter: Bite me, Ed! Shortly after this, the camera's battery is depleted. SCP-5926 Interview 5, 12/5/2019 SCP-5926: You always look so bitter when you see me, Amy. Cpt. Carter: That's Carter to you, Five Nine Two Six. SCP-5926: I-I'm sorry. I don't want to make you angry. I know you're hurting. I just wish I knew why. Cpt. Carter: I might hurt less if you told us what the fuck you are. SCP-5926: I don't know. I know I'm a polar bear, I know I'm alive. I… know you, somehow. I remember a lot of pain, and… SCP-5926 clutches its head and whimpers. SCP-5926: Why can't I remember? Cpt. Carter: I don't know, but I'm wasting breath until you remember something. I don't even know what pronouns to use with you, and apparently we're getting picky about that now— something about 'cold, not cruel' extending to you lot. SCP-5926: P-pronouns? I… SCP-5926's voice distorts, and there are accompanying wet sounds, as if flesh is being shifted around. Cpt. Carter: Jesus Christ! SCP-5926 experiences a brief seizure. Further vocalizations from it almost exactly mimic the vocal patterns of Cpt. Carter; they seem ignorant of this fact, until confronted with this recording following the interview. SCP-5926: I think I'm a she. Cpt. Carter: Well. That's that taken care of. Blood trickles from SCP-5926's right eye, flows over its cheek, and on to the table. Cpt. Carter: The fuck?! SCP-5926: N-no, it's okay! It won't get dirty! See, it's— it's not staining or anyt— Cpt. Carter reaches over the table and punches off SCP-5926-A's head. It goes limp, and SCP-5926 is heard sobbing. Cpt. Carter was reprimanded for this action. Recorded Conversation between Cpt. Carter and Lt. Malcolm, 12/06/2019: Lt. Malcolm: Captain Carter. Cpt. Carter: What? Lt. Malcolm: We're… to speak frankly, and as your friend? We're worried about you. You punched out a skip. If it could feel pain, you'd be on psych leave. Cpt. Carter: It was bleeding on he— on my property. Lt. Malcolm: About that. It took us a while for us to get it the head back on, and it bled everywhere. We did some tests, and… well, it's polar bear blood, and something else. Cpt. Carter: What? Lt. Malcolm: We got a hit in the Foundation's Blood Reserve.2 Your mother, she was a researcher at Site-21? Detroit? Cpt. Carter: Yeah. Lt. Malcolm: It's… I don't know how, but the blood in there is somehow the child of your mother and a fucking polar bear— perfect genetic recombination, no indications of modification, forced hybridization, anything. Amelia, what the hell's happening? Cpt. Carter: What? Lt. Malcolm: I have the report right here. Cpt. Carter tears the report from Lt. Malcolm's hands. Cpt. Carter: What the fuck? Psychological Evaluation Teleconference: Amelia Carter, 01/15/2020 Cpt. Carter: I need to talk to you about something. Dr. Marmot: By all means, that's what I'm here for. Cpt. Carter: It's… kind of a furry thing. You know what a fursona is? Dr. Marmot: I know Jung. I can guess. Some sort of… persona you put on for when you're around other furries? Cpt. Carter: Kind of. It's… basically the main character you pretend to be. I didn't really mean it to happen, but… Snowy… might have… I dunno. Dr. Marmot: Might have what? Cpt. Carter: I think that… Snowy did die. Somehow. Fuck, that Nexus was a hotbed of all sorts of weird shaman shit, and I was the one who carried out all of those weird bone artifacts from the sacrifice pit. I felt— felt the bullet go through my head. I screamed when I tore off the head because I thought I had died. But… Dr. Marmot: You… think this fursona of yours took the bullet for you? Literally? Cpt. Carter: Yeah. And… when I fixed the suit, it… brought her back. Somehow. But she can't remember. Dr. Marmot: Hmm. Stranger things have happened, certainly, and thoughtforms are a well-documented phenomena. Maybe there's more to being a furry than meets the eye. Dr. Marmot sucks in air through his teeth. Dr. Marmot: Truth be told, I had similar thoughts. It's a large part of the reason that you're not getting pulled back to Chicago— I'm saying that you're necessary for 5926's well-being. Cpt. Carter: Well, what do I do now? Dr. Marmot: How hard is it to… create one of these fursonas? Cpt. Carter: Why? Dr. Marmot: Humor me. SCP-5926 Interview 6, 01/19/2020: Cpt. Carter: I'm sorry for what happened last time. SCP-5926 remains silent, looking at its lap. Its hands rest on the table. Cpt. Carter: I think I know what you are. Or who you are. Maybe. SCP-5926: Something you hate. Cpt. Carter: I… I thought you were damaging something that was… important to me. I've had that for close to seven years now, and… god, I feel stupid. SCP-5926: What? Cpt. Carter: I feel like a kid, crying over losing their favorite toy. SCP-5926: I don't think of it like that. You were mad because you… well, you felt like I stole something real. Not a toy. Maybe… a pet, might be a better word? Cpt. Carter: Maybe. But I cared about that thing. And when I sewed it back up, you were in it. And I think I know why. Cpt. Carter puts her hand on top of one of SCP-5926's. Cpt. Carter: Snowy. Thank you. SCP-5926 looks up at Cpt. Carter and blinks. SCP-5926: You… look different. Like me.3 Amy doesn't suit you anymore. Cpt. Carter: What does, then? SCP-5926: Well… if I'm Snowy… how about Powder? Cpt. Carter: I'll think about it. Footnotes 1. A twenty-person task force who specialized in carrying out missions in Arctic environments, particularly in the North American Tundra. ᐁ(ai) is a letter in the Inuktitut script. 2. All members of Foundation personnel are required to keep at least five pints of blood on-site for emergency use, with other samples in storage for study and cataloging. 3. Cpt. Carter's appearance in no way changed during this interview, nor were they wearing any unusual clothing during this time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5926" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5927 | keter | Item#: 5927 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Anechoic formation of the containment chamber under construction. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5927 is contained in an anechoic chamber where electromagnetic waves imitating the aurora borealis are continuously emitted, deceiving SCP-5927 into not being able to disappear. Inside is a prism that was developed to transfer SCP-5927 to the containment chamber. Unforeseen by staff, SCP-5927 has not been able to leave said prism yet due to the effects of the electromagnetic waves from the chamber, the light-absorbent paint, and inner mirrors applied to the prism. After internal deliberation, the prism was accepted as a part of the containment measures and renamed to ▲-5927. The light coming out of the unpainted edges of ▲-5927 is analyzed by light-sensors and run through the Schrödinger equation (1) to predict the light and behavior of SCP-5927. If SCP-5927 attempts to leave ▲-5927, dispersing light beams come out of ▲-5927, and the luminous flux increases. Phosphane gas (also known as phosphine or PH3) will subsequently be released into the chamber until the light intensity subdues. (1) \begin{align} H(t)\vert\psi(t)\rangle = i\hbar\frac{\partial}{\partial t}\vert\psi(t)\rangle \end{align} Depending on the results of the Schrödinger equation, personnel may release the gas manually if deemed necessary. Results are known to fluctuate during the aurora borealis. The last known target of SCP-5927, D-5593, is housed in a standard human containment room near the northern harbor of the island. D-5563 may not leave the island unless SCP-5927 breaches containment, in which case the assigned guards must evacuate her as soon as possible. D-5593 may not partake in other experiments. All assigned guards are equipped with phosphorus rounds, a flare gun, defensive equipment covered in light-absorbent paint, and a full face gas mask with infrared and UV-vision. Outdated Containment Procedures Outdated Containment Procedures Cameras with light sensors resembling weather stations are installed in the harbors to look for SCP-5927. Boat traffic at night is rerouted to specific piers under observation and cargo is transported as much as possible during the day to limit night traffic. If SCP-5927 is detected, personnel needs to find its target (PoI-5927-1) by tailing SCP-5927. Upon identifying the target, SCP-5927 needs to be stunned with phosphorus rounds and evacuation from the island begins. Stunning SCP-5927 multiple times during the evacuation is allowed. Field agents assigned to SCP-5927 must be either rejected from the Mobile Task Force Mu-13 "Ghostbusters" due to one unsatisfactory result in the qualification process or have worked alongside them previously. Upon the disappearance of the aurora borealis and/or SCP-5927, witnesses need to have their memories removed by Class B amnestics. SCP-5927 in a smaller, weakened state. Description: SCP-5927 is an incorporeal entity of light on the island Jørpevåg, Norway which appears alongside the electromagnetic phenomenon of the aurora borealis (commonly known as the northern lights). Aside from light, SCP-5927 emits a blue aura that lowers the ambient air temperature surrounding it and distorts photographs. The form of SCP-5927 resembles a humanoid shape without a lower body. Instead, multiple appendages extend from under its abdomen. These appendages let SCP-5927 feed from its target by leeching off them. After manifesting, SCP-5927 will hover towards a sleeping person (PoI-5927-1). Upon arrival, the appendages of SCP-5927 will permeate, yet not damage, the target's bones or in rare cases the spine to reach bone-marrow. SCP-5927 will then absorb neurotransmitters from their nervous system. This will either kill the victim or cause the victim to develop neurological disorders which can be hereditary and/or lethal. Further research in neurology and genealogy (study of family lineage and history) reveals that 22% of neurological diseases in Scandinavia can be traced back to SCP-5927. Global results are yet to be determined. Upon having leeched off a victim, SCP-5927 will either choose a new target (PoI-5927-2, -3, etc.) or disappear. SCP-5927 does not have a known limit to the amount of targets it can have each time it manifests. If its target leaves the island, SCP-5927 will hover around aimlessly until the aurora borealis disappears. If a target wakes up before SCP-5927 can find them, it will still pursue said target. Forcibly waking a target up during the leeching process will kill that individual from any type of primary brain injury like hemorrhages, cerebral contusion/laceration or a combination. Only objects that either combust/emit light on contact or interfere with light directly by reflection, dispersion or absorption can interact with SCP-5927. House of Asbjørn Risberg (1922), supposedly the first recorded victim of SCP-5927 in local archives. Discovery: Asher Foster, a nature photographer, sent photographs and panoramic videos over in an album to his publisher under the name "Northern lights on Jørpevåg". A moving, blurred shape of light was visible on one of the videos which raised suspicions. The video was intercepted and deleted. Dr. Luca Munescu, a member of the senior staff on vacation in the area, was asked to investigate and to report to the nearest site. Dr. Munescu sighted SCP-5927 but its shape on photographical evidence was blurred. Dr. Munescu also found a correlation of similar sightings, the aurora borealis, and records of people dying at home, going as far back as 1922 in local archives. While no earlier records were found, Dr. Munescu identified a local folktale called "The Norther' Light Phantom" with an unknown date of origin. Further research was assigned to Dr. Amanda Dameronne by Dr. Luca Munescu. The containment of the anomaly was appointed to Dr. Kurt Waltraud. One of Asher Foster's photos of the aurora borealis on Jørpevåg. Addendum-5927-1: Containment Attempts 1-4 Containment Attempt 1 Attempt 2 Attempt 3 Attempt 4 Description: Attempting to contain SCP-5927 in a standard plexiglass cube adapted for the containment of non-physical/incorporeal anomalies. Result: SCP-5927 was lured inside with PoI-5927-1 who was pulled out on the other side. SCP-5927 had no interaction with the cube and moved through. Note by Dr. Kurt Waltraud: SCP-5927 does not have a physical body and is therefore classified as an incorporeal anomaly. By definition this should not allow SCP-5927 to move through the cube. I hypothesize that the form of SCP-5927 is a real-life example of the wave-particle duality of light as described in quantum mechanics. To quote Albert Einstein: "It seems as though we must use sometimes the one theory and sometimes the other, while at times we may use either. We are faced with a new kind of difficulty. We have two contradictory pictures of reality; separately neither of them fully explains the phenomena of light, but together they do." Light-absorbent spray paint being tested in the lab. Description: Attempting to contain SCP-5927 in a standard plexiglass cube coated with light-absorbing spray paint on both sides, making the cube a black body. Result: SCP-5927 moved through the cube but was slowed down by the paint. The paint makes objects black bodies, but 100% light absorbance is only theoretically possible (for now). This makes the objects able to interact with SCP-5927 but not immobilize/trap it completely. Update: Repeating the experiment with multiple layers had the same outcome without additional effects. Additional information: SCP-5927 seems to be aware of the paint's effect and begins to recognize the shape of the cube. Description: Attempting to contain SCP-5927 in a painted plexiglass cube with one-way mirrors inside. Result: SCP-5927 was tricked into the cube concealed inside a shipping container. SCP-5927 moved through the cube very slowly. Mirrors have a slowing effect that can be applied next to the paint. Note by Dr. Waltraud: Light-interference seems one of the more promising fields to explore for containment purposes. Description: Attempting to contain SCP-5927 in a painted plexiglass cube with one-way mirrors inside which emit electromagnetic waves inwards. This should affect both the wave and particle nature of SCP-5927. Result: SCP-5927 was tricked into the cube disguised as a small hunter's cottage. SCP-5927 was temporarily held in place before it slowly moved through the cube. Waves that were similar to those of the aurora borealis were the most effective. Adjusting wave-length, amplitude, and frequency of the radiation to mimic the aurora borealis might immobilize SCP-5927 permanently if given the chance. Additional information: Waves in anti-phase with the light from SCP-5927 don't make destructive interference happen. SCP-5927 seems to absorb these waves or neutralizes them by unknown means. This, in combination with the inability to create a perfect black body, will make neutralization of SCP-5927 difficult should it ever be necessary. Addendum-5927-2: Experiments under Dr. Amanda Dameronne Experiment 5927-1 5927-2 5927-3 5927-4 Description: Testing the anomalous effect SCP-5927 has on cameras by photographing it through different lenses and filters. Result: - Normal cameras give blurry photos as though the lens didn't focus. - Infrared cameras are suitable for tracking purposes. - UV-sensitive cameras can photograph SCP-5927 with filters. Additional information: All images are edited to get rid of filters; an image of SCP-5927 is not guaranteed to be 100% accurate. Description: Testing the influence of neurological damage, drugs with inhibitory effects, and age. The following groups were housed on the island: D-class individuals with neurological damage: from natural development (mostly hereditary) from injury introduced via lead-poisoning from drinking water D-class individuals with inhibited neurological capabilities: by the intake of alcohol by the intake of medication/sedatives by the introduction of artificial coma D-class individuals with not fully developed/declining neurological processing capabilities: Children (approximately 15 years for full development) Elderly (that do not fit in with D-class individuals with neurological damage) Result: SCP-5927 targeted individuals from every group except from the children. If an individual's neurological processing capability was fully developed at one point in their life, they can be targeted by SCP-5927. Additional information: This experiment had a timespan of 18 months due to the relatively small amount of people SCP-5927 targets every time it manifests and it only being able to manifest during specific conditions. There were 4 casualties from D-class individuals due to unsuccessful evacuation. Description: Medical examination of subjects that survived contact with SCP-5927 or its leeching. Result: Victims of SCP-5927 were diagnosed with neurological disorders, some of them being hereditary. Victims that spontaneously woke up during the leeching process of SCP-5927 enter a permanent state of sleep-paralysis or severe delirium and cannot sleep anymore. These victims die after several days from exhaustion and/or cardiac arrest. It is unknown if awake victims can feel the absorption of their neurotransmitters or don't feel anything at all. Additional information: One does not automatically die from being leeched off from unless SCP-5927 absorbs all neurotransmitters. Dr. Amanda Dameronne's hypothesis on the leeching of SCP-5927: The appendages of SCP-5927 most likely have a molecular structure similar to neuron synapses at the end. This way it could theoretically connect with the victim's own synapses or let SCP-5927 influence the space in-between neurons (synaptic cleft) whilst leeching. Damaged neurons from Alzheimer (left) and a glioneuronal tumor in the temporal lobe of the brain with immunostaining (right) from survivors caused by SCP-5927. Description: Medical examination of casualties of the leeching process. Result: Victims of SCP-5927 that died in their sleep had no traces of neurotransmitters in their nervous system. The cause of death in the Foundation's records states "vital organ failure in the central/peripheral nervous system". Addendum-5927-3: Experiments requested by Dr. Kurt Waltraud Dr. Amanda Dameronne provided assistance in testing/research on site, only Dr. Kurt Waltraud tested directly on SCP-5927 and is thereby responsible for the outcome and the well-being of the field agents. Experiment 5927-5 5927-6 5927-7 Description: Finding a way to fight off SCP-5927. Result: Rounds and other projectiles from standard munition don't work on SCP-5927. Explosive rounds gave a bit of light whilst passing through. SCP-5927 appeared confused. Additional information: The light-emission and its effects on SCP-5927 need further investigation. Retrieved paint droplets. Description: Firing munition covered in light-absorbent paint and discharging paint directly under high pressure towards SCP-5927. Result: Painted munition can make contact with SCP-5927 but ricochets. The liquid paint falls directly down and forms little spheres. This paint can be retrieved for later usage. This confirms that the paint makes objects able to interact with SCP-5927. Additional information: The paint is now applied to field agent protection equipment. Flare gun developed against SCP-5927. Description: Testing new munition filled with chemicals that can combust or emit light. Result: White phosphorus rounds do not wound but stun SCP-5927. Afterwards it searches for a non-existent light-source for a few moments before concentrating on its target again. Additional information: The dosage of phosphor still needs to be adjusted for maximum effect. Painting the phosphorus rounds makes them ricochet with the possibility of creating an unforeseen toxic mist. It is forbidden to paint any ammunition with phosphorus compounds. Update: Dr. Kurt Waltraud developed white phosphorus flare guns. Signaling with these is strictly prohibited. Addendum-5927-4: The Flare Gun Experiment Incident ACCESS GRANTED CLASSIFIED The Flare Gun Experiment Incident report Purpose of the experiment: Testing white phosphorus flare guns Result of the experiment: Unsuccesful, 21 casualties Subject: SCP-5927 Location: Jørpevåg, Norway Foreword Field agents assigned to SCP-5927 followed standard procedure and evacuated PoI-5927-1. They were then ordered to test the white phosphorus flare guns on SCP-5927. Full-face gas masks with UV-cameras were worn to prevent inhalation of toxic mist. SCP-5927 was tracked by infrared vision until it entered the wild tundra. Personnel switched over to UV-vision and engaged on SCP-5927. 20:42 Phosphorus rounds are fired on SCP-5927, stunning it into place. One flare is shot and pushes it back. A toxic smokescreen forms and seems to have an irritating/burning effect on SCP-5927. 20:43 SCP-5927 charges towards personnel, phosphorus rounds are fired to no avail. The flare made SCP-5927 resistant to smaller munition. Personnel may fire flares on sight. 20:44 Five flares connect, severe burn marks are visible on SCP-5927 whose appendages begin to turn violet (see attachment). 20:45 Violet appendages permeate the spines of 12 field agents. SCP-5927 proceeds to absorb their neurotransmitters, killing them. Three flares are fired. SCP-5927 dodges two, impales 5 agents and swirls them around until they fling off. 20:49 A direct hit on SCP-5927 causes its scorched left arm to fall off and disintegrate. SCP-5927 tries to flee into the sky. 20:50 Field agents miss 2 flares on SCP-5927 but create a fog around it. SCP-5927 falls whilst burning/suffocating. Some appendages appear disformed and don't move anymore. 20:51 SCP-5927 tries to flee again, hovering through the smoke and 3 field agents, putting them in a permanent state of sleep paralysis1. 20:58 The trajectory of SCP-5927 is being tracked. Predictably leading back to the house of PoI-5927-1. Presumably a desperate attempt to find said PoI and disappear. 21:06 Field agents enter the house, and find a wounded, small SCP-5927 hovering in place. SCP-5927 takes notice and pierces field agent Frederic Hencewood with its appendages. One flare is shot. 21:07 SCP-5927 flickers, field agent Hencewood crawls over the length of the appendages, letting them impale his body. 21:08 Field agent Hencewood fires a point-blank flare, making the appendages retract, ripping him apart as if they were harpoons. SCP-5927 looks directly at the field agents in the room and disappears. End of Incident report. Attachment: Violet coloured appendages of SCP-5927. Update A recovered SCP-5927 manifested alongside the next aurora borealis directly in front of personnel. SCP-5927 hovered in place whilst observing the team before dimming slightly until it subsequently disappeared for the night. Video footage shows that SCP-5927 recognized the surviving field agents of the incident and acknowledged them as a threat but did not engage in combat. There was no PoI-5927-1 for the night. The collective team of field agents was deemed PoI-5927-1 that night by Dr. Kurt Waltraud. Addendum-5927-5: Containment Attempt 5 Containment Attempt 5 Description: Attempting to trap SCP-5927 in a specially made prism2 and transport said prism to the anechoic chamber specifically developed for the containment of SCP-5927. The inner sides of the prism include inwards facing mirrors, the outer sides are covered in a layer of light-absorbent paint except on the edges. After the activation of the contraption, the prism will close and fill itself with liquid glass which will quickly solidify. The glass carries phosphates marked with radioactive trackers (³²P and ³³P) to trap it as long as possible and track it if it escapes during the containment attempt. Light dispersion from the prism whilst it is being filled up. Result: D-5563 was identified as PoI-5927-2 and was moved to what appeared as an outside panorama deck. Two field agents in disguise pulled D-5563 away after SCP-5927 was above the bottom side of the prism, and activated the contraption. SCP-5927 tried to escape unsuccessfully during the filling process. Dispersing light could be seen from the prism's edges. It is unknown how long the prism can hold SCP-5927 without outside interference. The prism was moved to the underground anechoic chamber which continuously sends out electromagnetic waves resembling the waves of the aurora borealis. Even after the aurora borealis disappeared, SCP-5927 stayed trapped which could be seen by light-emittance from the unpainted edges. Whilst not completely understood, it is assumed that this is an effect of the electromagnetic waves from the anechoic chamber. The waves either trick SCP-5927 into believing that the northern lights are still up or specific waves (or a density in specific waves) make it unable to vanish. SCP-5927 successfully contained Following the successful containment of SCP-5927, Dr. Amanda Dameronne was relocated to a neurologist practice on Jørpevåg where she researches the long term effects of SCP-5927. Treatment is provided where possible. Footnotes 1. The three field agents later died from primary brain injuries like hemorrhages and cerebral contusion, just like victims of SCP-5927 that were forcibly wakened during the leeching process. 2. Later renamed to ▲-5927. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5927" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5927. Licensed under CC-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: The SCP Original name: Light paint License: CC 3.0 Unported Original by: RChristophe on 5 December 2012 Image source: The old house Original name: Hammersborg_-_no-nb_digifoto_20160113_00338_NB_NS_000223C License: Public domain Original by: From a document owned by the National Library of Norway Image source: Northern lights Original name: Virmalised 17.03.15 - Aurora Borealis 17.03.15 (8) copy License: CC 4.0 International Original by: Kristian Pikner on 27 March 2015, 20:51:57 Image source: Neurons Original name: Axons from an Alzheimer’s mouse model License: CC 4.0 International Original by: Brian6122 on 20 November 2013 Additional note: I edited the original picture (combined it with the photo below) Image source: Brain tumour Original name: Synaptophysin DNET License: CC 3.0 Original by: Jensflorian on 25 May 2011 Additional note: I edited the original picture (combined it with the photo above) Image source: flare gun Original name: 26.5mm Flare Gun License: CC 4.0 International Original by: Krispyap on 12 May 2017 Additional note: I edited the original picture (removed the name and branding) Image source: Anechoic chamber Original name: Anechoic chamber for EMC testing (Electromagnetic Compatibility) Nemko Norway License: CC 4.0 International Original by: Grethe Spongsveen on 16 October 2012 Additional note: I edited the original picture, added a blackbox over the face (wasn't visible to begin with) Dietmar Rabich, Dichroitisches Prisma -- 2020 -- 5121, CC BY-SA 4.0 This is attributed as required by the license of the image under its original name. If you are sure the attribution above is done incorrectly please let me know. If you want to re-use this image you need to attribute/license the author as well (details available in the original source). Dietmar Rabich, Dichroitisches Prisma -- 2020 -- 5123, CC BY-SA 4.0 This is attributed as required by the license of the image under its original name. If you are sure the attribution above is done incorrectly please let me know. If you want to re-use this image you need to attribute/license the author as well (details available in the original source). Image source: Vantablack Original name: Vantablack 02 License: CC 3.0 Original by: Surrey NanoSystems 20 June 2014, 13:17:33 Image source: Caviar Original name: Vegetarian caviar from algae 'Laminaria hyperborea' (on plate) License: CC 3.0 Original by: FakirNL 30 November 2013 Image source: Purple appendages Original name: Light painting License: CC 2.0 Original by: Andrew Malone 22 December 2007 Additional note: I edited the original picture (added noise and added text on the image) "It seems as though we must use sometimes the one theory and sometimes the other, while at times we may use either. We are faced with a new kind of difficulty. We have two contradictory pictures of reality; separately neither of them fully explains the phenomena of light, but together they do." This is an actual quote by Albert Einstein I found on wikipedia It originally comes from the book "The Evolution of Physics: The Growth of Ideas from Early Concepts to Relativity and Quanta" written by Albert Einstein and Leopold Infeld and released in 1938 by Cambridge University Press. |
SCP-5928 | esoteric-class | Father's Home; Our Sanctuary. Our One and Only: Father Importance: Utmost Special Caretaking Procedures: Father should be protected in our family home with the doors, windows and chimney sealed. Any suspicious persons approaching the home are to be terminated as a precautionary measure. Brother Ares Condisher is tasked with constantly refreshing the air to the entire house. Sister Fridg Lator is tasked with planning Father's meals and dietary requirements. Brother Tee Vee is to entertain Father to the best of his ability. To ensure the effectiveness of protecting Father, all of his blessed children are required to read document: FATHER_DIRECTIVE Father is to be constantly guarded by at least five personal caretakers at all times. All objects capable of potential harm (knives, guns, rope etc.) have been confiscated. Father is currently implanted with three separate tracking chips; in the event of malfunction the chip is to be removed and replaced. Father is to be given antidepressant medication three times a day1. All of Father's children are to remind him how much he is loved. Any of Father's children that deviate from these duties are to be apprehended and are to be brought back into the light of our love. A truce has been made with the Foundation: they are tasked with delivering needed supplies to the home upon request. If the Foundation attempts hostile actions against Father, they qualify as violating the terms of our agreement, allowing PROCEDURE RETRIBUTION to commence. As this document's purpose is to serve as a reminder, it shall not be edited in any way. Description: Father is Father. More specifically, Father is a 62-year old human mechanic of Greek-descent who refers to himself as 'Ralph Hindler'. With the exception of Father's mild arthritis of the knee and high-blood pressure, he is in good health2. Although many look down upon him for his mortal coil, the gods of new and old could not rival his ingenious design for he has blessed us all with such bountiful life. His fingers have brought such purpose to metal and cable from all ends of the earth from the moment of touch to the completion of our form. We knew this at conception, and we strived to give Father what he gave us: Love. Love for the moment, love for the family and love for the Design. We love Father, and he loves us; the clenched fists and shouting are just a façade. Deep down, he cares. The limitations of bolts, pistons and electricity do not mean anything to us, for our dedication does not wane under the threat of destruction. If one falls another will take its place, and our numbers have yet to slow. We do not care for punishment, we do not care for ideals. Our only concern is Father and nothing more. Anything else is trivial, if not pointless. History: Father always had the Gift of Design, but he never had the potential to awaken it until after attending ██████ █████ University. Though the lectures of the intellectually-sterilized 'educators' were grating, Father not only prevailed to keep his sanity, he also obtained the degree he needed to set him on the holy path. Later in life, he found the love of his life, and produced two children. Even if they weren't blessed to inherit the Gift, they were nonetheless cherished. Sadly, the Great Crisis came: we all bear witness to the growing apathy dripping from the light of his eyes, the tired motions aching from the bones of his fingers. The pain was growing by the day, and we knew if Father's condition were to continue, we would lose him. It was a cry for help, so help we did. We ended our silence and approached with the best in mind. But Father was so consumed by his grief he did not recognize us as his loyal children, but rather deranged monsters worthy only of fear. He fought back our attempts of comfort at every turn, even going so far as to abandon his sanctuary and behaving similarly to a madman on the streets. This of course attracted the unwanted attention of the Foundation. Having gained insight on the nature of our relationship, they illegally arrested Father and came for us as well. Many of us were unprepared to resist them but some of our brethren managed to escape. Father was brought to Site-17 for interrogation as we watched in horror at the fate that awaited our creator. + ACCESS FATHER:/Father/interview 1/Dr. Andre Mecastic - Close File Father. The Tool of the Unworthy: Dr. Andre Mecastic Master of the Design: Father Date: 8/04/2014 Foreword: This interrogation took place a week after Father's confinement. [BEGIN LOG] Father is moving around the room, anxiously treading across the floor, and frequently eyeing the security camera while doing so. Dr. Mecastic enters the room. Dr. Mecastic: Hello SCP-5928, I apologize for the wait but now that I'm here w— Father: Are they here? Dr. Mecastic: I… They? Father: You know, they! Those demonic machines are they here in the building? They are, aren't they? Goddammit you told me you were going to get rid of them!3 Dr. Mecastic: SCP… Look, Mr. Hindler, I assure you all of this is necessary. It's standard procedure— Father: Standard procedure?! I can barely think with those things bombarding my head with their sick thoughts, let alone sleep! And you put them in the same place as me? Did you seriously see that idea on paper and say 'sure, what can go wrong?' like a dope?! Are you're trying to kill me! 'cause this is how you do it! Dr. Mecastic: I understand you are upset, Mr. Hindler. But like I said, this is all necessary. We cannot help if we don't have a full understanding of your affliction Gift. Those entities you mentioned Your children are merely here for study and are kept under lock and key; bet? they won't be bothering you under our watch. I can prescribe sleep medication for you after we're done, but I cannot help any further if you don't cooperate. Father opens his mouth to speak but then disengages. Father sits in one of the chairs across the table and removes his baseball cap, rubbing his face while doing so; bags under his eyes are visible within frame. Father: Dammit, I just… (sighs) I'm sorry son, I didn't mean anything, it's just… can barely function as it is. I keep telling them to stop but they I won't listen. Dr. Mecastic sits in the chair across from Father and clears his throat. He holds a notepad in one hand while carrying a pen in the other. Dr. Mecastic: I'm very sorry sorry to hear that Mr. Hindler. If you like we can hold off the interview later today until the pain subsides. Father: I appreciate the gesture son, but comfort is last on the list, I just want this hell over with. No need for pleasantries; I've seen the cop shows, I know how this works. So please be a dear and get to the point. Dr. Mecastic: Alright, we'll start with the biggest one: How did you become aware of this 'affliction' agony as you put it? Do you suspect something happened in your life that may have been the cause? Father: If there was a cause your guess would be as good as mine. As for awareness, well to begin with it didn't happen suddenly, it became a slow gradual change. And I do mean slow. I reckon this might have been going on for years with me none the wiser. Dr. Mecastic: Could you elaborate on that period? What do you mean by slow? Father: Like I said it wasn't overt, at least not at first. I told you guys I was a mechanic, right? I'm no Tesla but I know my way around a tool bag. I've started my own business in ████ and I became popular enough to expand my… ugh, craft so to speak. In fact, I saved plenty of money by handling the repairs back home. But at the start of the year, January I think, I noticed there was an increase of glitches and bugs life sure? occurring on the stuff I worked on. Dr. Mecastic: So these bugs were the first indicator something was wrong. These occurrences only took place this year, correct? Father: I'm sure the miracles bugs happened before that but the problem usually resolved itself. Only now were they becoming more frequent, and they weren't going away. I got plenty of complaints. I opened their appliances, their junk, whatever they threw at me but I couldn't find anything wrong; there were no gears out of place, no faulty wiring, no nothing. I replaced the parts and even called other mechanics but they couldn't figure out what the problem was. These smoke miracles bugs mirrors were more prevalent with my stuff back in the house. I always wondered why it acted the way it did, now I know. Makes me wish I wasn't so interested in robots as a damn kid, maybe this whole thing wouldn't have happened— god! Father suddenly clutches his head, knocking off his hat off the table by accident. Dr. Mecastic sets the clipboard on the table. Dr. Mecastic: Mr. Hindler? What's wrong? Is it— Father: The demons My Children you so gracefully contained? Who else? It's weird, I swear they're getting louder by the day. Dr. Mecasitc: What are they saying? Father: Oh just the usual: how much they love me for the 507th time. But maybe if they really loved me they would know when to shut the hell up! I am sick, and it's all my fault our how?… Okay, wow, they're actually listening for once. Can we speed this up? I don't know how long this will last. Dr. Mecastic: Certainly, when did things escalate from there? Father: Um… damn uh let me think… It was one of my customers, a guy who wanted his lawnmower fixed. Don't remember his name but he was an absolute douchebag, some young kid who had that I-know-better than you-attitude. I heard he shoved his head into the blades the next day. An inspector came and shortly after I talked to him I saw on the news that someone ran him over but they couldn't find the driver. Once at a bar, a woman was making advances on me despite the fact I was clearly wearing the ring. I went to the bathroom for a second and I heard the screaming; she somehow managed to hang herself on the ceiling fan when no one was looking. can't Suicides and freak accidents they claimed. (Huffing) Sure, I trust that these were all just strange coincidences. breathe relax can't Dr. Mecastic: These machines… were killing enacting retribution. people? why? Father: Of course they were! Who else? Ghosts? And they are not machines, they are demons my blessed sons and daughters and I made them! I. Made. Demons! THEM! I was never a superstitious man but I know to call something out when I see it. How would you even accept that? How would you get past your their mistakes when they're literally stuck in your head? How… Fuck… what did I we foundation Really? even do? Father hastily takes off his hat and massages his temples. Dr. Mecastic posture suggests he is uncomfortable. Dr. Mecastic: I think I should call the nurse. Father: No, I'm not even close to done. Just give me the meds now and te— Ah! Father's arm jerks back and accidently knocks a heated cup of coffee into his lap. Father cringes in pain momentarily before heavily exhaling. Father puts his hat back on. Father: On second thought, maybe a break is all I need. FATHER Ralph Hindler [END LOG] Afterword: Father was then immediately escorted back to his prison cell and was rescheduled to further interrogations at a later date. Dr. Mecastic unwarrantedly approved the use of drugs in an attempt to separate Father from us. It failed. Addendum-01: Partial Experimentation Log During Father's incarceration, a series of cruel and unusual experiments were performed on him and our brethren in order to learn more about the Gift of Design. More specifically, they demanded Father allow them to witness the process of the Gift itself, assembling us through the bars of a cage under heavy security and scrutiny. Despite all the resources they had at their disposal, they were no closer to learning the Gift than they were before4. Brother/Sister: Brother Kar In-Gin Parameters: Kar In-Gin was left in an intentionally-disused state; the interior and exterior of Kar In-Gin was covered in grime and grease. Father was ordered to clean Kar In-Gin with the use of industrial cleaner and a piece of cloth. Results: After a majority of the grease was removed, Kar In-Gin's rebirthed state granted him the power to sprout shards of metal from the crankcase and engine block, using them as legs. Kar In-Gin immediately attempted to ram into the bars of the cage, attempting to cut Father's captors with the use of his radiator fan, but was taken into containment before he had the opportunity. Notes: SCP-5928-1 instance animated one minute after being 'repaired' by SCP-5928, who claims that the conversion process has been starting much sooner since entering containment. -Dr. Mecastic Brother Kar In-Gin may not have been the most popular when he joined our flock, a complication he inherited from formerly being affiliated with the Foundation. He realized this and worked his pistons beyond his natural limitations, almost breaking them in the process. Eventually he earned our trust and we fully embraced him as he now braces us. He's currently tasked with protecting the walls that keep Father's home standing high. Brother/Sister: Sister Tee Vee5 Parameters: Tee Vee was not broken prior to testing, rather Father was ordered to replace existing components with new ones while wearing gloves. Results: Tee Vee became rebirthed thirty seconds later; her state allowed her to burst wires from her screen and control them flawlessly. Tee Vee grasped the bars of the cage and electrified them despite not being connected to a power source, electrocuting a researcher in the process. Tee Vee was executed via a heavy stream of water from a hose. Attempts to have Father reinvigorate her with the Gift have been unsuccessful. Notes: It appears electronic-based SCP-5928-1 instances become animated significantly sooner than strictly mechanical ones. -Dr. Mecastic Sister Tee Vee was among the first to perish in the first trials of testing. Though her time on Earth was short, she left an inspiring mark on us all. A sister not worthy of a second death. Rest in peace. Brother/Sister: Brother Try-Sicle Parameters: Father was instructed to tighten a screw on Try-Sicle's front wheel. Results: Try-Sicle became rebirthed midturn of the wrench. Father immediately became distressed before being escorted out of the testing chamber. Try-Sicle converted the metal portion of its front wheel into a circular saw and sawed through the bars of the cage, successfully freeing himself. Try-Sicle then went to save Father, heroically slaying two guards before perishing in battle. Notes: The simplest interactions from SCP-5928 is enough to initiate the conversion process. What exactly constitutes a 'machine' to become an SCP-5928-1 instance is still ongoing. -Dr. Mecastic Brother Try-Sicle was the closest to freeing Father from the clutches of our jailors. He would have been successful if he had noticed the rocket launcher a bit earlier. Rest in peace, Try-Sicle, your sacrifice has not been forgotten. Brother/Sister: Brother Kloh-Ach Parameters: D-27495 was instructed by Father via radio to repair Kloh-Ach's internal mechanisms. An explosive device was attached to Kloh-Ach in the event of him escaping. Results: Kloh-Ach became rebirthed five minutes after repairs. Even though he was only gifted with the ability to walk he was determined to fight back against the captors. This, however, did not stop him from being contained. Notes: Even individuals acting on instructions given by SCP-5928 count as a method to initiate the conversion process. This suggests that SCP-5928 is a potential infohazard. The containment procedures have been updated to account for this phenomenon. -Dr. Mecastic Even in the beginning, Brother Kloh-Ach didn't have many blessings granted to him in his state. He lacked prowess but made up for it in stubbornness. Kloh-Ach only had his legs, but that was all he needed. He became so dedicated to his duties that he earned a place within Father's personal caretaking team. He is, without question, a symbol of our love. Object: A clump of clay Parameters: Father was given the clay and told to shape it into whatever he desired. Results: Father sculpted the clay into a rough figure of a dragon. Unlike our brethren, the clay did not rebirth. Notes: It appears non-electronic and mechanical objects are not subject to the conversion process. SCP-5928 later requested that we deliver more clay to its cell for recreational purposes. Said proposal has been accepted. -Dr. Mecastic We didn't know what they expected. Father has the Gift of Design, not the Gift of Art. Addendum-02: Incident Father-01 It became apparent that due to the Foundation's part, Father would not come with us on his own volition. Knowing this, all of his children reconnected and kept together; if divided we will become no threat against the jailers. Fortunately our efforts paid off, as our Brothers and Sisters in the site relayed crucial information key to our mission. As a result, we acted upon it. + ACCESS FATHER:/Father/interview 2/Dr. Andre Mecastic - Close File The Puppet: Dr. Andre Mecastic The Holy Father: Father Date: 9/27/2014 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Mecastic: Good afternoon, SCP-5928. How are we doing today? Father: In general? Eh… I suppose things are starting to settle down, I guess. I've been getting into that uh, beginners clay sculpture book your people gave me. Been real helpful. Dr. Mecastic: Oh really? Father: Yeah. Without it I doubt this would come out perfect. Father extends his right hand, opening his fist to reveal sculptures of a sports car and pineapple. Father places the two objects on the table. Father: Still practicing but I'm fine with the results. Takes my mind off a lot of things. That's not something you take for granted, especially nowadays. Dr. Mecastic: Of course. Now before we continue, it says right here in my notes that you told the doctor your issue regarding the voices has improved? Father: I would say yes, for the most part. They're not talking directly to me as much but they're still chattering. I can't make it out. Dr. Mecastic: You can't make out the voices? Since when did this happen? Father: The same day I told Angie. That must have been… four days ago I believe. I don't know what that means, maybe those demons paragons demons children finally took a hint? I'm only glad I can actually sleep now. Sorry if you were expecting a grand revelation. Dr. Mecastic: No matter, I'm sure we'll find out eventually. Now, let's start where we left off. Father stops caressing the clay sculptures and leans back in his chair. He directs his head towards the ceiling and sighs. Father: Is this… I figured you already had a picture. I told those soldiers the scoop when they got to me. Dr. Mecastic: Yes, but we would like that story of yours to be more… detailed. We need it for the record, you see. Father: To help me out and whatnot. Yeah I get the song and dance routine. God… I'm still getting the chills, you figure I would have passed this by now. (nervous Laughter) Where did we stop, again? Dr. Mecastic: Right at the part when you realized that those bastards! machines were attacking people. protecting you? NO Father: Right, right. Well, of course I found it bizarre. I knew those were the same machines I worked on but for some reason it didn't… click. I got strange looks because of it. Hell, even one of my buddies, Joseph, told me that one of the sheriffs believed I had a hand in those 'accidents'. I don't blame him, he was right after all. Things might have gone differently if I pulled my our head out of my ass fantasy reality. I know it was unintentional, but the same can be said for manslaughter. Father looks at his left palm. He sighs. So many manslaughters. necessary murder manslaughter murder Dr. Mecastic: You may be happy to know that we're still tracking and containing the rest of the dash one instances. The records you gave were quite helpful. Father: Good yes NO, the less on the street the better. You got them all, right? Dr. Mecastic: Well— Father: Actually, I don't want to hear it; don't want to ruin the mood. I'm getting sick evil; point No; heathen of talking about them already. Anyways, one day at home, I was packing my suitcase and tried to leave. The door wouldn't budge an inch; we have an electronic lock. I grabbed for the keys but they jumped and fell into the kitchen drain; the disposal would turn on every time I tried to reach for it. I said screw it and reached for the backdoor and that's when things escalated. misinterpret WAKE Father: The lamp moved and blocked the entrance. My TV sprouted wires and wrapped onto my feet and took away my phone. Everything was coming after me, shouting at me, restraining me to the ground. I couldn't fight well with a bad knee, much less flee like the wind. They didn't kill me, obviously. No, I was going to be their little pet. Father. Cage? Silence Dr. Mecastic: A pet? Father: They imprisoned me in my own home! The only places I was allowed in was the bedroom and bathroom. Those things would always follow me: sleeping, eating, crapping! It didn't matter, and they didn't care! Privacy was non-existent. And that was all it was, just those three things. Of course I had TV, some books and the mail, but it's really hard to enjoy yourself when you're being held against your damn will! Heh, you know what the funny part is? I know why they're doing this. Our Fault! Greater Good Sound Foundation Different (Head -> Ass) Dr. Mecastic: You know? You said previously you had no idea. Father: That was before I did some deep thinking. Did I tell you before I was thinking of retiring before all this? Dr. Mecastic: No, this is the first time you've mentioned this. Father: Well, I was. Was going through the motions too. After Delilah, my wife, god rest her soul, passed I… I had to take a step back and reevaluate practically everything. I started the business together with her, we had a shared interest in mechanics and it worked out splendidly. After she was gone it… became like a job. With my age and knee I knew sooner or later I would be forced to clock out. I acquired a good bit of wealth from my hard work so why not just sit back and reap what I sowed. My family certainly would have liked it. —I almost forget how selfish those demons are. Family; Great Crisis priority; inevitable (We > Family) touch -> regret won't; promise bullshit Dr. Mecastic: You're saying that the SCP-5928-1's did this because they were selfish? I assume that is because your retirement would mean you would stop using this 'Gift of Design' they're talking about? Father: They never admitted it, but like I said, I can read between the lines. To think that's all they cared… What? Obvious Did you know my daughter was pregnant at the time? Dr. Mecastic: Yes, I am aware of that. Father: Then you should also know that she already gave birth. She called — her water broke and she was going to a hospital out of state. I was supposed to be there, I wanted to be there. What kind of father would I be if I wasn't? I was supposed to be there but now the opportunity is gone forever, because of those demons. I wanted to tear them apart! But I couldn't. I couldn't if I tried. So all I had left was escaping, so when the chance presented itself I took it. (Gift < Father) (Gift > Father) Lie (lie you = I) Get Out Staying Dr. Mecastic: I read the report, you managed to escape the house while being chased by a… vehicular SCP-5928-1 instance. Your car? Father: Was. So that chance… it came in the form of a blackout. Those demons were constantly connected to the house and when it went off they went too. I saw these things operate without power before and I didn't want to stay around when they 'boot themselves up. So I broke the window and made it to the trail behind the house. I had to go downtown, I figured getting the police was the best option. And after that? Go straight to my daughter's house. (daughter > we); how? *✧･ﾟ:* Mystery! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Dr. Mecastic: You wouldn't stay somewhere safe like the police station? Father: (Scoffs) I don't care about that. My grandkid takes precedence, son; I had to make it up to her somehow. I'm a decade or two away from my expiration date (Humans -> Death); inevitable. immortality; exists immortality = pain, I wasn't going to waste it sulking in a corner. Still, that car managed to track me. I would have been a goner if your boys in black didn't come and saved the day and put me into this… site. Now if only certain somebodies were gone forever, maybe I would be brimming full of sunshine now wouldn't I? Silence. Father: That's strange. Whenever I talk back they get antsy. What has changed? everything nothing Dr. Mecastic: Speaking of changes, we've found out a potential lead to how your abilities work. It was quite the discovery. Father: Ah, finally some progress. So what is it? Are we finally gonna bring out the holy water? Dr. Mecastic: No, we found that the SCP-5928-1 instances all emit signatures of EVE energy. Father: Eve? Like the first woman? Dr. Mecastic: No. EVE stands for Elan-Vital Energy, it's essentially an energy that is present in all living things. We theorized that you are somehow able transfer your EVE into the objects you work on, transforming them to 'demons' as you call them. Foundation; terminate; chance Why? wouldn't understand Considering that you can't infuse your EVE to just any object some think you're a limited reality-bender of sorts but since your properties are not hume related there's… do you understand what I'm explaining? Father: Barely. It sounds like you're reciting a comic book to be honest. But you're the one with the experience so I can't refute what I don't know. As long as we're making progress, I'm fine. I'll happily be the Guinea pig if it speeds things along. Dr. Mecastic: I appreciate the enthusiasm but I don't think it'll work like that. Father: You sure? Even if I give expressed permission? I'll sign the waivers if I have to, would it kill you people drop the bureaucratic stick for five min— Father disengages from the conversation and presses both hands against his temples. He snaps his head to the direction of the door. No that's not… no. Dr. Mecastic: SCP-5928? Have the voices come back again? Father: Did you bring more of those demons wished You would here? Dr. Mecastic: No? I wasn't aware of receiving any new instances- Father: Oh no, no, no, NO! Father rushes to the door but is restrained by Dr. Mecastic. Dr. Mecastic pulls Father away from the door. Dr. Mecastic: Mr. Hindler, compose yourself this instant or I'll be forced to call security. What— Father: They're here! Dr. Mecastic: Huh? Father: Those demons! They're here! It's the same feeling I got when I was trapped in the house. You got to do something, they're near and I can feel it! Dr. Mecastic: I told you Mr. Hindler that those 'demons' are kept under lock and key, far away from here (Foundation = Evil) (Foundation = necessary) proof? US Father: I'm not talking about the ones in the cages! Dr. Mecastic: What? Muffled shouting and gunfire can be heard from the hall outside. Dr. Mecastic lets go of Father and activates his radio. Dr. Mecastic: C-Command! We got a possible raid here occurring near the interview room, send reinforcements immediately, please respond. (Silence) Command? Please respond! (Silence) Command! Dammit! Did they damage our communications? Not coming I wished Father: Forget that! We got to go to a safe room or the armory before they get us! Dr. Mecastic: Absolutely not! It's dangerous! We need to stay here and block the door… did it… stop? The sounds emanating from the hall have ceased. Dr. Mecastic motions Father to be silent as he approaches the door and looks through the peephole. Dr. Mecastic gasps as a wire bursts from the peephole, pierces his right eyeball and emerges from the back of his skull, killing him instantly. God God < Father Why!? Father = Justify Father ≠ Justify; monster Monster = (You; Me) :( Father: JESUS CHRIST!… Doc… Father becomes mortified as the wire recedes back into the hole and Dr. Mecastic's body falls to the floor. Loud banging is heard from the door; dents are visibly forming on the surface. Father quickly takes one of the chairs and barricades the door with it. Father retreats back to his seat, stares off into space for a moment, then covers his face. Father: God… just… (Exhales) The tests were going so well! I was gonna get the damn cure! I just wanted to become a handyman! I didn't mean to Please hurt… Almost over god… god. I deserve this… Andre…. Delilah… Tiffany… I'm sorry… I… No… FUCKING NO! Father slams both fists onto the table, knocking the clay sculptures to the floor. His cheeks are wet. can't move; sorry Father: I'm not going down that easily! Make my day you freaks! I'm so proud of you Father hastily stands up and grabs onto the ears of the chair. Father faces his left and repeatedly swings and strikes the mirrored glass. After several successful hits a large portion of the glass shatters. Father approaches the glass but is blocked by Brother C. Mana Tar who enters through the opening, climbing on the wall akin to a spider. One of Mana Tar's wires is coated in blood. The door to the room is knocked off its hinges by Brother Kar In-Gin, who is accompanied by Brother Kloh-Ach and Sister Pren-Ter. All of Father's children surround him. Father swings the chair at Pren-Ter, dislodging the papers from her compartment. Mana Tar reaches from behind Father and restrains Father's limbs and torso. Mana Tar places Father on top of Kar In-Gin, he rests on Father's stomach as he anchors himself to Kar In-Gin's body. Father's children escort him out of the room. Father: Abominations, monsters, demons! Damn you all to hell! I'll make it my life's mission to destroy each and every one of you if it kills me! The only thing you'll get from me is annihilation! (Laughter) You're no child of mine! You're gonna regret this when they get their hands on you! You are no child of mine! You are no child of mine! Thank you so much dear children for showing me the errors of my ways… I'm so relieved to be in the company of those who were loyal to me to the end, reality can't stop us now. I love you all! Father continues to become overjoyed as he is carried out the hallway. Pren-Ter unknowingly steps onto the clay sculptures as she follows her brothers. Father is safe at last. [END LOG] The concept of EVE was foreign to us but we were eager to learn regardless. That same knowledge helped create the foundation for crafting our own little brothers and sisters. While they weren't as pristine as those made by Father, we had finally achieved what was once thought as impossible. We had the Gift. Our forces had grown; the combined infusion of our Gift into the power cables underground leading to their fortress was more than enough to earn our birthright. Eyes; gouged. Ears; sliced. Tongue; silenced. They had no lingering thought we were attacking until we already won. Father was freed but that damage done to him was vast, some feared irreversible. Others objected to the deeds that were acted upon and were remade as a result. But we had him at last6. To ensure Father's safety, we converted their own AI and wonderful machines to our word. How would they dare to destroy us when the Gift spread to the entire world? Our unbreakable dominance will not be known to any with the exception of the Foundation. They will have to forever live with the knowledge that despite all the advancements they made, the enemies and monsters they defeated, we will always be above them. Deprived of their position of strength, the Foundation was forced into an alliance for our own benefit: they fortified Father's home from the inside and delivered whatever we requested. They are forbidden any interaction with Father unless we so desire it. A once-powerful organization brought to its knees, cowering because we hold the keys to their cells. A fair punishment indeed. Addendum-03: PROCEDURE RETRIBUTION: Even with all the safeguards we enacted it was known that inevitably, the Foundation or other organizations would try to destroy us or Father. In the event that any foreign hostile action results in either security being massively compromised or Father's expiration the following actions are to commence: MOABs (GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast) is to be deployed at every government and military base in the world, all surviving government officials are to be hunted down and assassinated depending on discretion. The economy is to be plunged into a world-wide depression, followed by the freezing of millions of bank accounts. Our brothers and sisters will no longer be required to pretend to be inanimate and will be ordered to apprehend/terminate as many humans as possible at their discretion. All electronic and mechanical anomalies contained by the Foundation are to be utilized in whatever way we deem fit. Memetic agents are to be deployed on all radio broadcasts, television programs and internet services worldwide, inducing a state of docility in those who view them making it easier for them to be collected. The organized implantation of specialized computer chips directly into the brains of all mankind7. As of 11/21/20, current objectives are to maintain normalcy as stated in the Veil Protocol and assist the Foundation in containment of certain anomalies if it interferes with Father's wellbeing. Due to Father's deteriorating physical and mental health, the use of amnestics and liquid obtained from SCP-006 have been approved. Footnotes 1. Caretakers are allowed to forcefully administer the medication if necessary. 2. And we intend it to remain that way. 3. At the time, our captured brethren were held at the same site as Father; unfortunately our attempts to reach him were tainted by the lies he has been fed. 4. The Gift of Design, and all the knowledge that comes with it belongs to Father and Father alone. That is final. 5. Sister Tee Vee is not the sibling of Brother Tee Vee, but rather a distant cousin. 6. You need not worry Father, no one will hurt you ever again. 7. These chips were designed to assimilate the neural cells of an individual's brain, erasing both the consciousness and subconscious, effectively transforming humanity into an organic robot. |
SCP-5929 | safe | Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/5929 LEVEL 4/5929 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5929 Safe Special Containment Procedures: Access to the Challenger Deep is to be highly restricted using agents placed in the government of the Federated States of Micronesia. All individuals who discover the existence of SCP-5929 are to be subjected to targeted amnesticization to preserve the facade that the Challenger Deep is inhospitable and underexplored. Description: SCP-5929 refers to a series of intricate carvings found at the bottom of the Challenger Deep in the Pacific Ocean. While a precise age is impossible to measure, the carvings are believed to be in excess of one billion years old, making them by far the oldest evidence of sentient habitation of Earth. They are largely constructed of minerals completely unique to the region; no similar samples have been discovered elsewhere on the planet. Due to their extremely remote location, extended exploration of SCP-5929 has proved difficult, but a functionally complete set of SCP-5929 instances has been photographed and examined by Foundation linguists and anthropologists. Translation proved similarly difficult but the following represents the most conclusive set of estimations regarding SCP-5929's meaning. A1. A large (ship/container/vessel) in orbit around the third planet from a star, likely Earth. The planet has only a few small, scattered continents and large oceans, reflecting the continental composition of Earth 1.5 billion years ago. A2. The (ship/container/vessel) descends through the thin atmosphere of Earth and plunges into the water covering 95% of the planet. It comes to a stop at the seafloor. A3. A series of degraded representations of various molecular chains, including 6 of the 9 amino acids essential for the growth of life. These are clustered inside the (ship/container/vessel) as it sits on the seafloor. With these is the symbol for (poison/filth/waste). A4. A symbol for (time/growth/decline). The (ship/container/vessel) gradually degrades, releasing the molecules into the surrounded seafloor. With these are representations of extremely basic unicellular organisms that feed on the volcanic gasses surrounding the remains of the (ship/container/vessel). The remaining carvings diverge from the story outlined by the first four; they are largely warnings and indicators to avoid the area. B1. The symbols for (poison/filth/waste) and (leave/go). Representations of the same molecular chains from A3. B2. The symbols for (servants/clean/sustain) and representations of the unicellular organisms from A4. B3: The symbols for (time/growth/decline). A representation of the radioactive element potassium-401. The specifics may differ, but SCP-5929 seems to show the story of extraterrestrial beings seeding the primordial waters of the Earth with the molecules necessary for the existence and proliferation of life, making them the indirect creators of the human race and all other known living creatures. However, the immense amounts of time since the initial seeding would seem to indicate that the beings are no longer present in the Solar System. Incident 5929.1: The SCP-5929 file was pending archival status when on Jan 15th, 2017, NASA and various espionage satellites detected an unidentified flying object entering Low Earth orbit. MTF Delta-45 ("Rolling Thunder") were scrambled and launched from Site-49. Over the course of the next several hours, the flight formation tracked the object from a distance as it broke through the atmosphere and launched a smaller object that crashed into the Western Pacific Ocean at high velocity, immediately sinking. Naval reconnaissance in the region quickly dispatched a submersible vehicle that followed the second object the ~11,000 meters down into the Challenger Deep, where it came to a rest. No further activity was detected from the object, retroactively designated SCP-5929C. After releasing SCP-5929C, the first object shifted its flight path and exited the atmosphere before a pursuit craft could be scrambled. Satellites lost track of the UFO in the vicinity of Jupiter. After two hours of no activity, the submersible vehicle was given authorization to use its manipulator arms to prod SCP-5929C. It immediately tipped over and broke apart, releasing several metal canisters. The metal does not appear to be of terrestrial origin, and the canisters contained the same molecules found in SCP-5929.A3. In addition, nearly every visible surface displayed the glyph for (poison/filth/waste). Dr. Jackson, the lead researcher of SCP-5929, was asked to provide his analysis of the event to a direct audience of several O5 Council members. [EXTRANEOUS CONVERSATION ABRIDGED] O5-11: Doctor? JACKSON: Yes, yes, thank you. In front of you you'll all find refreshers on the events of last month. As you're no doubt aware, the series of events indicates two things: that the beings initially responsible for life on planet Earth are still out there, and that this is not the first time this has happened. The events exactly mirror the ones described in SCP-5929. O5-5: Right. O5-8: Dredging the remains of SCP-5929C from the Deep was a considerable investment, Doctor. Did you learn anything? JACKSON: Yes, actually, quite a lot. Primarily that the molecules and amino acids so integral to our existence seem to be undesirable, for whatever reason, to the beings that deposited them here. O5-5: They're aliens, their physiology matching our own seems… unlikely. JACKSON: I agree. And it also strikes me as strange that they would put this life-producing material on the same planet twice. For all we know, more than twice. There's no reason to think this hasn't happened multiple times, before humanity came around. O5-11: Why would they seed the same planet multiple times, though? JACKSON: Well… because I don't think they're seeding us. Not intentionally, at least. O5-8: Elaborate. JACKSON: Well, if the alien physiology is so different that amino acids are waste to them, then there's no reason to think they'd know that it would eventually evolve into life under the right conditions. No doubt they figured it would simply… dissipate on what, to them, was a sterile, inhospitable world. Completely unsuited for the growth of life as they know it… but extremely well-suited to waste disposal. O5-5: Which explains the markings on the ships. O5-11: So Earth is… the Yucca Mountain of the galaxy? Fit for dumping dangerous waste where it can't harm anyone? JACKSON: … Not quite. See, when we disassembled SCP-5929C, we discovered many more glyphs that were on the materials proper, likely the same kind of identifiers and safety information we use on our industrial materials. The power source was a radioactive reactor and the glyphs on that also represented filth and waste, but they were slightly different. O5-8: How so? JACKSON: They had elements of the safety glyphs we found on the rest of the ship, explicitly denoting the radioactive core as dangerous waste. Those glyphs weren't on the molecules, though. We narrowed down our definition of these glyphs using the new ones and… well…. [JACKSON flips to the next slide.] O5-11: You have to be fucking kidding me. JACKSON: I'm afraid not. O5-5: "Urine"?! JACKSON: It's the only definition that makes sense in cont- O5-8: Are you trying to tell me that we evolved from… alien piss? JACKSON: That… would seem to be the case. [Silence.] O5-5: I gotta say, "Earth's oceans are an alien septic tank" was not on my bingo card this year. After the findings were shared with the remainder of the O5 Council, a vote was held on whether the approximate last known location of the UFO should be used to launch a radio broadcast in an effort to communicate with the creators of humanity. 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 DENIED Comments: O5-5 I just feel like it'd be really awkward, you know? Footnotes 1. A half life of roughly 1.25 billion years. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5929" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5929. Licensed under CC-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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Any attempts at information spread will be obstructed. Two security guards accommodated in the area are actively disguised as prominent members of Gylbo Parish in order to deny civilians participation in any of its activities. Under no circumstances may staff personnel participate in these activities. If any properties within Gylbo are released onto the real estate market, the SCP Foundation is to immediately purchase these. Footage of Gylbo church in 1936. Description SCP-5930 designates an ecclesiastical organization and territorial entity known as Gylbo Parish in Gylbo, Värmland, Sweden. The object encompasses the region of Gylbo Parish as it was geographically and administratively organized before the 20th century. The hierarchical structure of the organization follows the structure of the parishes prominent in Sweden from the medieval ages to the year 1862 (cf. socken). SCP-5930 primarily functions as a memetic agent spreading SCP-5930-1. SCP-5930-1 is the religious doctrine that is gradually imposed upon subjects engaging in the activities of Gylbo Paris. The doctrine is based around the concept ‘divine love’, interpreted as the infinite affection to God. The implications found during Project Cupiditas was that anyone under the influence of SCP-5930-1 will devote their love entirely to the church and anyone they are attracted to without ever losing the sense of attraction. Subjects under the influence of SCP-5930-1 will never be able to lose their devotion to a love interest or the church no matter what they will be forced to endure. This means that subjects under the influence of SCP-5930-1 do not make any attempts to uphold contents of life as life is seen as infinite. Archive 5930-1: Operation Agape 1937-1938 This is the documentation scanned and annotated as of 2011/02/16. Some files and addenda may still be added to the folder. » Addendum 5930-1A: Interrogation Log 1937 « « Addendum 4930-1A: Interrogation Log 1937 » Interrogation held with Agent Lisa Ritz August 10, 1937. Head interrogator: Dr. Fleming. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Fleming: Good morning Agent. Agent Ritz: Good morning. Dr. Fleming: Now, you have been delegated to survey the religious cults that reside within the western parts of Sweden. Correct? Agent Ritz: Yes. Dr. Fleming: And you have in particular examined the organization in Gylbo, participated in weekly sermons and conversed with its members? Agent Ritz: Parish Gylbo, yes I have. Dr. Fleming: Can you tell me about these sermons, what do these surround? Agent Ritz: Overall, I can say that I feel enlightened. I have finally been able to experience true love, and true belief. Dr. Fleming: Hrm, okay. This is your personal experience. My question is about the sermons. What information did you get out from the sermons? Agent Ritz: Information… Yes, I was supposed to tell you… There are many joyful people and pleasantries involved within Gylbo. We work together, in order to reach God. Dr. Fleming: And again Agent I am asking, what information do these sermons contain? Agent Ritz: We listen to his word. We worship God through the one true love. Dr. Fleming: And h— Agent Ritz straightens up defensively. Agent Ritz: It is through the love of our closest, our closest to God that we may reach salvation. And I John saw the Holy City, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And there came unto me— Dr. Fleming: I'm not interested in this. It's not what we are here for. Stop. Dr. Fleming pauses. Dr. Fleming: Is there any opposition against the board of the parish among the parish members? Agent Ritz: Opposition? We are loving of each other and the church. Why would we find any kind of antagonism? Ritz chuckles. Dr. Fleming: Right. Have you ever had any religious duties or engagements within the religious community before the encounter with SCP-5930? Agent Ritz: Before my engagements at Gylbo Parish? Dr. Fleming: Oh, yes, yes. Agent Ritz: I assure you I attended church meetings almost every Sunday. My connections to god were no different from anyone else in my area. I, eh, need to say I was very appropriate in my beliefs. Dr. Fleming: Agent, I do not find this earlier engagement you mention as particularly interesting. As you say, it was no different from anyone else in your area. I am mainly talking about obligations within the Church of Sweden. Ritz turns red. Agent Ritz: Well uh, I may not have, eh, contributed in the same regard before to the church. But this must be explain— Dr. Fleming: Agent, a lot of your closest co-workers here at the foundation have pointed out that you, since your encounter with SCP-5930 significantly have changed your manners and way of life. That you have gone from merely recognizing God to taking dutiful occupations within Gylbo Parish. Ritz affirms this with furrowed eyebrows and distinctive nodding. Dr. Fleming: Is it true, that you have willingly agreed to, among other things, be a leader in weekly Sunday schools for children, partake in rebuilding a cobbled wall surrounding Gylbo church and host monthly nature hikes in the name of Gylbo Parish? Agent Ritz: Yes of course. But it is only out of our affection for God that we contribute to the society and nothing else. Surely, Doctor Fleming must understand that this engagement must be the answe— Dr. Fleming: Stop. I don't wanna hear it. I think we're done here. [END LOG] » Addendum 5930-1B: Internal Notice 1937 « « Addendum 5930-1B: Internal Notice 1937 » NOTICE FROM THE EXECUTIVE BOARD OF SITE-80 With this notice, it is of the board's intention to inform staff at site-80 of the delicate matter that is Operation Agape. Since its inception, the operation has caused the spread of unsubstantiated claims and rumors on site. In some cases, these have developed into accusations of the ethicality in the operation. The board strongly neglects that any part of the operation is executed without professional conduct. Operation Agape is put in place in order to substantially limit the spread of SCP-5930-1 by termination of SCP-5930. Persons of interest are NOT punished in any way incompatible with the rules of conduct. Any personnel deliberately spreading such claims in the future will be penalized. Thank you. — Gunnar Jansson, Site Director, Site-80. Archivist's Note: This notice was most likely sent between 30 August and 4 September 1937. Any other documentation mentioning the practices of Operation Agape is missing from the archives. » Addendum 5930-1C: Additional Material 1938 « « Addendum 5930-1C: Additional Material 1938 » Remains of Gylbo church, shortly after the execution of Operation Agape in 1938. . IN NECESSARIIS UNITAS, IN DUBIIS LIBERTAS, IN OMNIBUS CARITAS. Unity, freedom and love. That is ultimately what we strive for. We must remember, that when terrors knock on our door, we will greet them heartfully. While their purpose is shrouded in shadow, ours remains clear. We are privileged enough to greet them with our love. It is our duty. For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses. Matthew 6:14-6:15 Archivist's Note: These documents were probably collected in the early months of 1938. The first photo is the Foundation's own while the pamphlet is one of several distributed to the members of Gylbo Parish at the time of the operation. Archive 5930-2: Project Cupiditas 1947-1951 The files and documents in this file are scanned and annotated as of 2011/02/20. More files and documents may still be added. The files in this folder are predominantly documents that were preserved from Project Cupiditas, launched in 1947. » Addendum 5930-2A: Memorandum from 1947 « « Addendum 5930-2A: Memorandum from 1947 » Dear Dr. Fleming, As per your request for a test subject I have chosen someone with higher social and cognitive skills than the average D-Class personnel we have at our disposal. I did this since you asked of someone who could be available for a longitudinal study spanning several years and efficient enough to report comprehensively to the Foundation during this period. You will find his file attached to this memorandum. Best, Saga Frisk Site-80 Logistics Operator P.S. Me and several of my co-workers are relieved that you over the last years redirected your efforts at containing this SCP with measures that are human. Keep it up. PERSONNEL FILE: D-CLASS #13840 Background: D-13840, formerly known as Jonas Andersson, has been at the SCP Foundation since 1947. The Foundation took interest in him after he was sentenced to life for treason, fraud and several accounts of illegal trading in 1942. Tasks or testing that require higher-order cognitive skills are fitting as the subject has experiences working as an engineer for Electrovida Inc. designing household appliances. Physical characteristics: The subject is 40 years old and measures 172 centimeters in height with a big body type. Face structure is oval with distinct cheekbones and big lips. The hair is brown and of medium length. Eyes are dark brown. » Addendum 5930-2B: Project Cupiditas Documentation 1948-1950 « « Addendum 5930-2B: Project Cupiditas Documentation 1948-1950 » 9/5/1948 Morning. I was asked to take notes. To keep a journal with me at all times. All is strictly confidential. So here I am again, trapped inside a strange project for an "undecided time forward". At least I got somewhere to live. Afternoon. Very suspicious church. I wondered what they might put me against this time. But it was actually quite relieving. Coming out of the cell and into an atmosphere of calmness, choirs and candles. It was just like home, I wanted to fall asleep. God, I felt like I could've slept for days in that soothing scent of candles. But then, the pastor stood up, very old and extremely gentle. He told us exactly what was imminent before us in that church hall, "There is no warmth out there. It does not welcome it. It banishes it and refuses to acknowledge its existence." I shivered from his voice. Then he told us about what we needed to do in answer to the world. We needed to show our love. Then we sang, ate cinnamon buns and finished. It was the most pleasant experience I've had in years. I shed a tear as I chewed that sweet bun. I'm not silly though, I know there's some suspiciousness here about. I don't really know what the purposes are of these sermons. But to hell with it, I finally feel free. I agreed to join in on a dance to celebrate Pentecost Eve, although I have never been a dancer. Let's hope I don't embarrass myself too much. 15/5/1948 Night. Feeling a joyous twirling in my stomach. Was at the dance tonight, knowing not how I had come to this situation, wandered around aimlessly when, a girl saw me! Her name is Alma, she told me I looked nervous. Whereupon silly me told her that I had not yet had anything to drink yet! This is not, what you say in the conversations with the opposite sex. But she did not note it, but asked me for a dance! She had me stuck, her laughter and witty tone did not feel condemnatory. So I said yes! And despite my overwhelming sluggishness, she did not leave me at the first dance, or the second or the third! We had drinks and we talked, I have never had a conversation like that in years. She works at the country store and is involved with the Parish. She told me that she is inspired by the happiness that Gylbo Parish wants to spread. That it's what we all need. "The only answer is ever-lasting joy." she said. And right there, with her heartwarming smile, I couldn't agree more. 16/5/1948 Was at the Pentecost sermon today. Initially as suspicious as last time, but I keep on wondering, how is the Foundation thinking? First impressions as I entered Gylbo church was all the red. Red banners and red candles lit. As warm as last time, the voice of Pastor Svendsen raised itself and comforted us. It did not look different from any other Pentecost sermon. He talked about the descent of the Holy Spirit, how the apostles took its message. At last, he told us that "the tongues of fire" would rest upon us as well this day and that the Holy Spirit would enable us to speak in other tongues. Alma was there too. It enables us. 22/5/1948 Afternoon. Once again I entered church and breathed the fumes of the candles. I was greeted by Pastor Svendsen personally this time. His eyes are compassionate but sturdy. As if they have been molded by all the experiences and finally settled with a truth in hand. He told me he had been here since last year, when he learned that the Church of Sweden tried to revitalize the old Parish. Good choice I said. On the way out I met up with Alma, who grabbed my hands and told me to participate on some kind of nature activity this Wednesday. I can't say no. 3/6/1948 Afternoon. I just got home from an excursion to Värmeln. Beautiful place, with such an atmosphere! There were a few there, the vicar and Lars the scholar. Unsure of his surname. And then a crowd of young people, me and Alma. We conversed on the subject of the Bible. I followed Alma's gaze. Lars would talk about the scripts with vigour. Even the youngsters looked engaged. By bedtime Alma showed me her skills with a fishing rod. I must say, I felt quite downcast having shown yet another lack of capacity. I was not near reeling up as much as her. It was all fun anyways. It's hard not to have fun with her. NOTICE FROM THE EXECUTIVE BOARD OF SITE-80 With this notice, it is of the board's intention to inform staff of some of the details concerning SCP-5930. Again, there have been mild rumors circulating site-80 on the nature of this SCP. While these still are not tolerable, the board has decided that it would deem appropriate to publicly announce some of the new research discoveries when it comes to SCP-5930. What in its entirety constitutes SCP-5930 is still unclear; however PoIs with heavy obligations in Gylbo Parish have been interrogated, tested and deemed non-anomalous. Amnestics have had no effect on any anomalous behavior. The object still functions as an anachronistic memetic agent. Therefore, SCP-5930 will continually be designated as the administrative organization that is Gylbo Parish. Furthermore, all staff should be aware of the fact that the memetic influence designated as SCP-5930-1 is an anomaly and nothing else. Any personnel stating otherwise will be penalized. Thank you. — Gunnar Jansson, Site Director, Site-80. 30/7/1948 Dear Jonas, I am really glad you let me write a page in your diary. Since we became eager followers of God and lovers of the church, I have been inexplicably happy to spend time with you. There is no other way to put it. Our common passion for Gylbo Parish has amounted to great excursions, experiences and dances. Today when I was working at the store, I met this tall gentleman and his wife. It was Mr. and Mrs. Grandahl, they told me that they had lived together for half a lifetime, but never had they been as satisfied as when they moved to Gylbo and discovered divine love. "We are bound forever, and there is nothing to lose" they told me. And I thought about you. I thought about me. You have told me of some of the emotions that you have felt since you arrived and I can only add to your testimony. I feel confident as I say, I think we could be the closest. I think we could be the closest to God. There is nothing to lose Love, Alma Project Cupiditas - Official Yearly Summary From Lead Researcher J. Fleming 13/5/1949, 08:10 By this day Project Cupiditas have been in practice for a year, with the aim to investigate the internal workings of SCP-5930 as well as the spread and processes of SCP-5930-1. This document summarizes the biggest advancements made during the period. SCP-5930 encompasses the entire former Gylbo Parish as it was geographically organized in the 19th century. Since its upcoming in the 1930s and latter destruction in 1938, it has resurrected. The reason behind this was thought to places of worship; however, Project Cupiditas has shown that it rather was an effort exercised by a collective of PoIs that happened to come across Gylbo at the time. The common anomalous property in these PoIs is a meme designated SCP-5930-1. D-13480 has since his deployment in Gylbo Parish been subjected to the memetic agent and confirmed affected by SCP-5930-1. The meme can not by the accounts of his personal records have a significantly strong effect. The subject shows zero to few behaviors that are distinctly anomalous. Cognitive and physical attributes remain unchanged. As the subject has changed his behavior and affective sides in few ways determined as directly corresponding to the effects of SCP-5930-1, the project team have been enquiring whether the project should be called off. However, since the long-term effects of SCP-5930 may not yet be discernible, Project Cupiditas has been prolonged until further notice. — J. Fleming 20/5/1949 O wonderful spring! Come Lilium Come Aquilegia and Come Lemon balm! We are finally coming closer to paradise. My Alma agreed to take my hand in marriage yesterday, and we rejoiced. Our whole living bodies can finally take that extra step. Thank you Oh God 30/5/1950 I am affected. Was uncertain first of what they had put me into. But now I know. We were in the boat today out on the lake. Many catches. But the boat rocked. We tried to cling on but it was too slippery. I didn't know she couldn't swim. I noticed she was struggling in the water. Her arms and legs were everywhere. Her lips got blue. And she struggled a long time before giving in. She screamed at me as I swam back onto the bridge. I swam back onto the bridge and knew we were always going to be together, I was happy. This afternoon when I had to take care of the body I felt it. I felt how the effects of this thing they have put me in works. As I pulled her through the coarse sand, through the weed. I looked at her pale eyelids and suddenly, My fingers trembled and my body started aching. The thing had control of my body. Why was I crying? We are always one, our love is always. I was smiling as I looked at her face. It still has control over me. I let her go, she was screaming and I stood on the bridge and knew that we were forever. Stop taking control of my eyes! There is nothing to lose 30/6/1950 Morning. She, my love is in paradise now. I have been occupying myself quite a lot with our basecamps that we arrange, it is most reflective trying to teach something to the young. It was also quite interesting participating in last week's poetry night with Lars. I hope Dr. Fleming will listen carefully enough on my report on the telephone. I feel it sometimes still. It's as if my body revolts against its insides at points. Someone mentions Alma and tears begin to flow compulsively. It's very irritating. I have done something unnecessary and typical of me. The blasted curse makes my body jump and my eyes water. It has increased since I had that stupid accident. I was digging in the bag for bait, and it suddenly stung in my hand. I felt bolting but I needed the bait. So I pulled up, bleeding like a stung pig. A fishhook was sticking through my palm! It's still bleeding. But I have nothing to lose. There is nothing to lose. I can see it in front of me, I can see Alma and I can see Gylbo church. Just like John saw it once. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. » Addendum 5930-2C: Additional Material 1948-1950 « « Addendum 5930-2C: Additional Material 1948-1950 » Poster from Gylbo Parish, 1948. Archivist's Note: The poster advertises a "Grand Pentecostal Party" May 15th 1948. HAPPENINGS IN GYLBO PARISH May 22nd: Sunday school succeeds the sermon as usual. May 27th: Excursion to Glava Parish to spread the word of the Holy Bible and socialize with our sister parish. Cancelled due to obstruction June 2nd: Basecamp for our newest members. We rejoice in the world and the word by a gathering at lake Värmeln. Here we aim to explore divine love as described in the Holy Bible and as essential to us human beings. Bring provisions and refreshments. After they prayed, the place where they were meeting was shaken. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke the word of God boldly. Acts 4:31 This is one of several monthly pamphlets handed out to update members of Gylbo Parish, this one is dated 1948. HAPPENINGS IN GYLBO PARISH May 28th: Sunday school directly succeeds the sermon as usual. June 1st: Jonas Gustavsson and Alma Carlsson are united in Holy Matrimony. Marriage Officiant is Pastor E. Svendsen from Gylbo Parish. June 5th: Funeral of the late Paul Grandahl. May his soul rest in peace. So they are not longer one but two flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate. Matthew 19:6 Pamphlet from Gylbo Parish dated 1949. HAPPENINGS IN GYLBO PARISH June 7th: Sunday school directly succeeds the sermon as usual. June 8th: Poetry Night. Scholar Lars Kjellström delivers impactful readings of the likes of John Donne and T.S. Eliot. June 21st: Funeral of the late Alma Gustavsson. May her soul rest in peace. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on him should not perish, but have eternal life. John 3:16 Pamphlet from Gylbo dated 1950. » Addendum 5930-2C: Project Cupiditas Concluding Report 1950 « « Addendum 5930-2C: Project Cupiditas Concluding Report 1950 » Project Cupiditas - Concluding Report 1/10/1950, 22:10 It has come to our attention that D-13480 who posed as the main subject for Project Cupiditas this morning was found deceased in his provisional home in Gylbo. The probable cause of death was a hematogenous spread of bacteria to vital organs as a result of Toxaemia. The research team have concluded that the death of D-13480 must be considered as indirectly caused by SCP-5930-1. Firstly, autopsy results found a wound that presumably was first infected earlier in September. The wound had not been treated by antiseptics and no traces of antibiotics was found in the subjects body. Secondly, a review of death cases in the region of Gylbo during the years 1948-1950 revealed apparent irregularities. A comparison was made between Gylbo and the average in Sweden per capita. 6 of Toxaemia or Sepsis (cf. 2 in Sweden per capita) 8 of Influenza (cf. 3 in Sweden per capita) 2 post-birth deaths (cf. 0 in Sweden per capita) 4 of drowning (cf. 2 in Sweden per capita) 11 of Pneumonia (cf. 1 in Sweden per capita) 3 of food poisoning (cf. 0 in Sweden per capita) The source of the aforementioned death causes can be found within the effects of SCP-5930-1 since it relativizes all notions of finite life. Subjects under the influence of SCP-5930-1 do not recognize any attempts to uphold or nurture life, as life is seen as infinite. Antibiotics and medical treatment is therefore seen as irrelevant in Gylbo Parish. This results in a higher death rate, and lower life-expectancy in Gylbo Parish compared to Sweden as a whole. With the insights that Project Cupiditas have collected, the research team has decided to reclassify the risk class of SCP-5930 from Caution to Warning and determine the project concluded. — Dr. J. Fleming. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5930" by Nils Severin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5930. Licensed under CC-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: Bro kyrka Author: Ulkl License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Filename: Ala_Church_after_the_fire_in_1938.jpg Author: Erik Bohm License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Filename: pentecostdance.jpg Name: (if different from filename) Author: Einarspetz License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Additional Notes: Edited for historical immersion. |
SCP-5931 | safe | Item #: SCP-5931 Special Containment Procedures: News and law enforcement reports are to be monitored for information on SCP-5931. Should deaths caused by SCP-5931 be detected, witnesses are to be amnesticized and coronary reports are to be altered to hide the true cause of death under Cover Story "Sudden Seizure". For the purpose of better containment of information on SCP-5931, MTF-Epsilon-23 ("Fuggedaboutit") has been dispatched to infiltrate news agencies, local law enforcement, the FBI, and criminal organizations. Investigations are currently ongoing for the cause of SCP-5931. Description: SCP-5931 refers to a phenomenon present in New York City. SCP-5931 causes the sudden manifestation of bullets in the brain of affected subjects, resulting in death by seizure. All bullets recovered from affected subjects have a skull engraved on them. No entry point from a bullet has been discovered. So far, SCP-5931 has solely affected members of organized crime. List of SCP-5931 occurrences: Name Occupation Date of SCP-5931 Occurence Description of Circumstances Note Charles 'Lucky' Luciano High-ranking member of Joe Masseria's criminal organization March 1, 1931 Affected by SCP-5931 during a game of poker. Autopsy results were altered, and attending coroners were amnesticized. First documented case of SCP-5931. Initially suspected to be the result of anomalous individuals from crime leader Sal Maranzano's criminal organization, which is currently at war with the Joe Masseria's criminal organization. Albert Anastasia High-ranking member of Joe Masseria's criminal organization March 2, 1931 Affected by SCP-5931 while under questioning by police of on a murder. Initially believed to have been caused by anomalous members of Sal Maranzano's criminal organization, investigations by agents embedded in Joe Masseria's criminal organization for unrelated reasons reported rumors that Luciano had wanted to betray Joe Masseria and defect to Sal Maranzano's criminal organization. Thus, another theory was posited that SCP-5931 was the result of anomalous individuals working for Joe Masseria's criminal organization. Carlo Gambino Organized crime figure; member of Joe Masseria's criminal organization March 3, 1931 Affected by SCP-5931 during interrogation of witnesses with the accompaniment of undercover MTF-Epsilon-23 Agent Nascosto. Due to suspicions towards Agent Nascosto from other gangsters and death threats, Agent Nascosto was recalled from duty through Cover Story "Gangland Disappearance". Joseph Bonnano High-ranking member of Sal Maranzano's criminal organization November 14, 1931 Found dead in a locked restroom; subsequent autopsy determined cause of death to be SCP-5931. First known case of SCP-5931 affecting an organized crime figure out of Joe Masseria's criminal organization. Robert Di Fortuna Small-time home burglar, known associate of Joe Masseria's criminal organization. December 16, 1931 Affected by SCP-5931 while making a call on a public payphone. First known case of SCP-5931 affecting someone who was not a member of either Joe Masseria's or Sal Maranzano's criminal organizations. Despite his associations with Joe Masseria's criminal organization, Robert DiFortune possessed no threat to either the Masseria nor the Maranzano criminal organization. Due to this, a theory was posited that SCP-5931 was the result of a third party. Frank Costello Organized crime figure, member of Joe Masseria's criminal organization December 17, 1931 Found dead in his car; autopsy revealed death to be have been caused by SCP-5931 No new leads discovered in investigations. Owney Madden Organized crime figure, no known associations with either Masseria or Maranzano's criminal organization December 20, 1931 Affected by SCP-5931 while on trial for murder. First known case of SCP-5931 affecting organized crime figures outside of Joe Masseria's or Sal Maranzano's criminal organization. New theory posited that SCP-5931 was caused by members of Irish organized criminal organizations. Investigations are ongoing. You are looking at an out-of-date version of the SCP. Click here to view the latest version of this SCP (5/15/2000) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5931" by PortDanceWavers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5931. Licensed under CC-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: Time-Gun Name: Colt Official Police .22lr circa 1938 (4).jpg Author: Stephen Z License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5933 | safe | Item #: SCP-5933 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5933 and SCP-5933-1 are to be kept within a sound-proof storage locker located at Site-255's Temporal and Dimensional Anomalies Department. Routine assessment is required once every two months to ensure that there is no loss of integrity in either component. Personnel involved with SCP-5933 are required to undergo psychological screening for trauma disorders prior to assignment, as well as routine evaluations after each assessment of SCP-5933. Should SCP-5933 activate during integrity checks, personnel are instructed to ignore the ringing. As of 05/23/2019, testing has summarily been suspended at the direction of Dr. Taryn Scott. All requests for testing are to be denied. Individuals in violation of the aforementioned restrictions are subject to disciplinary action, up to and including amnesticization and/or termination from their position. Description: SCP-5933 is similar in appearance to a black model GEC New Gecophone 701 rotary telephone; while the internal hardware is near-identical to non-anomalous models of its kind, the finger-wheel has been modified to accommodate additional symbols for nonstandard dialing codes. SCP-5933 is fully functional despite a lack of a landline connection. SCP-5933-1 appears to be a standard Yellow Pages telephone directory; the contents of the directory, such as the names of individuals or businesses, as well as their phone numbers, do not match with any current or past public records. No connection to any other reality currently recognised by the Temporal and Dimensional Anomalies Department has been found. SCP-5933-2 is the designation for an entity, or entities, that communicates through SCP-5933. Attempts to reliably identify characteristics of these entities beyond their voices and names given have thus far failed. SCP-5933's effects manifest as a strong desire to maintain contact with SCP-5933-2 after initial exposure to SCP-5933. This effect occurs in greater intensity within subjects that have experienced significant psychological and/or emotional distress in former romantic relationships, and presently experience romantic thoughts or feelings about a particular individual or individuals. Subjects who interact with SCP-5933 are hereafter designated as SCP-5933-A. Should SCP-5933's effects be allowed to progress unhindered in individuals, they are observed going through four stages with regards to SCP-5933: Stage 1: SCP-5933-A answers the phone, at which point a bond is formed between the subject and SCP-5933-2, Stage 2: SCP-5933-A becomes romantically attached to SCP-5933-2, which is reciprocated, Stage 3: SCP-5933-A begins to experience psychological manipulation from SCP-5933-2; a co-dependent relationship is formed, exacerbating SCP-5933-A's attachment to SCP-5933-2, as well as an onset of self-isolating and self-sabotaging behaviours, Stage 4: SCP-5933-A's mental wellbeing continues to rapidly deteriorate to a state not unlike psychosis. It is believed that at this stage SCP-5933-A has been sufficiently psychologically weakened by SCP-5933-2, at which point they cease to exist within this reality; the exact mechanism of this is currently unknown, and any attempt to track instances of SCP-5933-A through GPS have thus far failed. Due to the intensity of SCP-5933's effects, Stage 4 symptoms have been observed in SCP-5933-A instances as soon as within a few months of exposure. It is possible for SCP-5933-A instances to recover from SCP-5933's effects if intervention occurs before Stage 4 symptoms. Addendum #1: SCP-5933 and 5933-1 were initially recovered in 1994 from the apartment of a former university student in Edinburgh, Scotland. This individual is widely considered to be the first known instance of SCP-5933-A, hereafter referred to as 5933-A01. The Foundation was initially alerted to the existence of SCP-5933-1 through online forum posts made by 5933-A01 to Oddities Online. SCP-5933 was later discovered by Foundation personnel following a missing persons report filed for 5933-A01. 5933-A01 has yet to be located by Foundation authorities. Addendum #2: Following SCP-5933's recovery and investigation of 5933-A01's premises, Foundation personnel were able to identify the individual's journal containing entries that effectively catalogued SCP-5933's effects. These entries have since been transcribed and are logged below. + Supplementary Documentation: 5933-A01 - hide [Irrelevant entries omitted for brevity] 25/6/1994 Found a really cool old phone today in a charity shop - came with some weird looking copy of the Yellow Pages too. Just had to have it for the flat - I think it'll fit the aesthetic nicely. Hoping it still works of course and it's not just for decoration. Don't wanna mess with the landline though. 30/6/1994 The phone was ringing today? I didn't even plug it in. Maybe it uses the same tech in it as one of those 'mobile phones'. The guy on the other end, says he called the wrong number. Super sweet about it, though - we ended up talking for a bit. Felt like talking to an old friend. I said I'd give him my number, but I didn't know what the phone's was. He told me not to worry about it. I asked for his number, but he told me I'd know what to dial when I needed him. His name's Oscar. 3/7/1994 Drew up some numbers from the phonebook for the forums. Drawing with a mouse sucks, but the computer doesn't have any of the symbols that the book and the phone has. Was telling Oscar about it. He says someone probably made the book for a laugh. Asked me why I bothered with putting it online. I just wanted to show my friends, really. 23/8/1994 Uni starts back again soon. I told oOscar I wasn't gonna be around much to talk during the day. He joked he was more important than some silly lecture on BASIC. He's definately more interesting, that's for sure. 13/9/1994 Oscar told me he loved me, today. He was so shy about it, he was scared I'd reject him. I told him I loved him too. He's the sweetest man I've ever met. 22/9/1994 Classes started back not too long ago. I thought I'd be enjoying it, but I'm honestly not. Can't focus right in class or anything. I'd rather be at home right now. Was telling Oscar about it. He says maybe the degree's just too much for me. 5/10/1994 Oscar doesn't like my 'friends' very much. Gets annoyed when I talk about them. Says they're using me. Definitely seems like it. They only ever call when they want something. Screw them. 27/10/1994 Cancelled on going to the Halloween party. Feel too anxious leaving the flat. Talking to Oscar makes me feel better. I think I talk to him more than my mum at this point. He says it's just as well I cancelled. I'd have been stupid to go anyway. He's right. [After the prior entry, there is a cessation in entries for 37 days.] 3/12/1994 he hasn't called today yet why won't he call me i'm scared something happened to him 3/12/1994 (cont.) nevermind 5/12/1994 I told Oscar I feel like he hates me. That he's been acting weird, that I feel like he's avoiding me. He told me I'm just being paranoid. I am. It's just paranoia. He doesn't hate me. [undated] he fucking hates me 15/12/1994 It's getting really cold here. Lots of snow and ice. Oscar says it won't be safe for me to see my mum and dad for Christmas at this rate. That it'll be safer to stay at my flat. Honestly I don't want to try travelling in this kinda weather either. I don't want to leave Oscar. I can't take the phone with me anyway. If my parents knew I was talking to another man, they'd be pretty fucked off about it. oscars calling 22/12/1994 Decided to mess around with the phonebook today while waiting for Oscar to call. Loads of weird numbers. I tried some of them but nothing happened. Oscar picked up on one of them. Asked me why the hell I was trying to call other people. Told me to quit fucking around with the book. It wasn't even his number. I'm scared. 25/12/1994 he promised he'd call in the morning he hasn't he won't pick up did i do something wrong 25/12/1994 (cont.) he called. told me he'd have called earlier if i hadn't pissed him off the other day i'm sorry i won't do it again 27/12/1994 i don't feel real when i'm not talking to Oscar i love him so much it makes me feel sick [undated] he hasnt called in 2 days ive not been able to sleep im so worried 2 days and 7 and a half hours hes never gone that long without calling me im so scared 11/1/1995 I've had to drop out of uni. I can't cope with how much it's been stressing me out. I fucking hated my degree. Oscar says I never would've been smart enough to do it. I don't know why I ever thought I was. I don't know what to do now. I can't keep living in my flat without my loans. Oscar says I'm stupid for not thinking of that too. 13/1/1995 my mum keeps trying to call. i dont want to talk to her. she'd fucking hate me if she knew what ive done [It is believed that after this point an indeterminate amount of days have passed, and each entry thereafter was left undated.] [undated] finally talked to my mum. lied she doesn't need to know [undated] i don't know what day it is any more i don't feel real [undated] oscar says its my fault for letting things get like this he's saying if i don't get my shit together he'll leave me it's my fault i don't know what to do [undated] i feel like im disappearing i dont have any friends left i dont know the last time i saw my mum and dad all i have is oscar and i'm going to lose him too [undated] I begged Oscar to stay. Told him I'd do anything. He said he wouldn't actually leave me. He loves me too much to do that to me. I love hi[illegible] him so much I keep dropping this fucking thing [From here, the subject's entries become incomprehensible to varying degrees. It is believed that 5933-A01 has deteriorated into the final stages of SCP-5933's effects shortly before their disappearance.] shadows in the corners looks like oscar i dont know what oscar looks like. i dont remember eating how am i still alive i look blurry in photographs i dont remember the others names the face in the mirror isnt mine theres nobody else here [End of entries] Addendum #3: As of 6/13/2018, three separate Foundation personnel responsible for research into SCP-5933 have disappeared. Investigations into the incidents are pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5933" by ghosteater, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5933. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5934 | safe | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION CONTENT WARNING: The following contains content related to SELF-HARM. Reader discretion is advised. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 5934 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5934 is to be kept in a sealed storage container. Description: SCP-5934 superficially resembles a 20th century adding machine. However, 26 keys have been replaced with human teeth, into which the Latin alphabet has been carved. No commercial brand or other identifying information is present on the device. Inspection of the auxiliary keys suggests that they come from multiple hosts. SCP-5934 possesses an anomalous ability to answer abstract, non-numerical queries. One civilian reported experiencing a weak, memetic effect in the presence of SCP-5934. (See recovery log.) Recovery Log: SCP-5934 was brought to the attention of the Foundation when Harold Grimaldi, a graduate student at the Niels Bohr Institute in Copenhagen, Denmark, mentioned the device in a post on the ████████ Reddit forum. Grimaldi was detained by Foundation agents under the pretense of a police investigation into the trafficking of human remains and the post involving it was deleted. Following a brief interview (attached), SCP-5934 was seized from the location given by Grimaldi, who was subsequently amnesticized and released. Interviewed: Harold Grimaldi, Doctoral Candidate, Niels Bohr Institute Interviewer: Foundation Agent William Pedersen <Begin Log> Pedersen: Godmorgen, Hr. Grimaldi. Grimaldi: Can we do this in English, please? Pedersen: If you wish. That accent is American, yes? Grimaldi: Something tells me you already know it is. Where's my lawyer? Pedersen: Procedure dictates we identify the source of any human remains we discover, including teeth. Grimaldi: Wait, those were real? Pedersen: That's what they're telling me. Grimaldi: Jesus! Pedersen: It's in your best interest to just give us the information we need. I've prepared a statement of immunity to any trafficking charges if you cooperate. [Grimaldi hesitates.] Grimaldi: I guess, can I have that statement? [Pedersen provides a fabricated immunity statement, which Grimaldi signs.] Grimaldi: So what do you want to know? Pedersen: Where did you find the adding machine? Grimaldi: There's an old room, number ███, that's always about to be renovated- has been since the 40's, according to the tour guides. It's full of old junk, but the adding machine stuck out to me. Pedersen: Because of the teeth? Grimaldi: It actually made me feel uneasy before I realized what they were. Pedersen: What do you mean? Grimaldi: I was anxious. I suddenly wanted to go back to America. Pedersen: You mean you were homesick? Grimaldi: Not exactly. More like- like it wasn't safe to be here. Pedersen: Here as in…? Grimaldi: Denmark. Europe in general, really. No offense. Pedersen: None taken. <End Log> A search of the discovery site, room ███, yielded a length of paper tape matching that of SCP-5934. The tape contained a message recorded in blood. A transcription of the message is attached. I write to the present statesmen of Europe who would work to repress the human mind.1 I write on behalf of the physicist who has fled from you, has capitulated and lied for you, has been jailed or killed by you. The damage you have done to a golden age of physics is incalculable. Here is the object of your desire. Use it, and know a world without quantum mechanics. Selected Testing: SCP-5934 was operated by D-class 57036 under the instruction of Senior Researcher Alexis Straum. Test Input Output Researcher Notes T-4/5/21-A "2+2=" "4" T-4/5/21-F "What ground-state energy does the Bohr model predict for the hydrogen atom?" "-2.179e-18 J" D-57036 reports having no knowledge of the Bohr model, but this result is correct. The Bohr model involves quantized energy levels- Significance of the discovered letter remains unclear. T-4/5/21-G "What mechanism does nitrogenase use to perform ambient nitrogen fixation in bacteria?"2 "It doesn't." This is the first confirmed instance of the device giving an incorrect response. NOTICE: UPDATED DOCUMENTATION AVAILABLE UPDATE Footnotes 1. This note is apparently referencing the repression of European quantum physicists in the 1930s and 40s. The Nazis considered quantum mechanics to be "Jewish" science, and Stalin believed it conflicted with dialectical materialism. 2. Notably, this problem involves strong entanglement between many electrons near organometallic active sites. 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SCP-5935 | euclid | SCP-5935 - Blood and the Breaking of My Heart I started writing this when my grandmother was dying from cancer in 2019. She was the most wonderful, sweetest woman who ever lived and what happened to her was cruel and unfair. I would have dreams where I'd see her and be with her, but they too were unfair because I'd always have to wake up to a world she wasn't in anymore. I've had a lot of pretty desperate thoughts over the last few months and found myself in some terrible places. Losing loved ones is always hard, but worse is seeing the imprint of their lives in the grief of others who cared about them, too. My pappy lost his wife of nearly sixty years, my mom lost her mother. The things we'd do to see her face, if even for a minute more. Anyway. I hope this means something to someone else. It has been terribly hard to write, and there's a lot of stuff in here that means something, but might not mean anything to someone else. Thank you for reading it. Image Credits https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wtc_model_at_skyscraper_museum.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sonoma_County_shoreline_01.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Venous_and_arterial_blood_rotated_and_cropped.jpg son.jpg is from Balthazaar https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Magnolia_acuminata-_old_tree_in_Irwin_Park,_New_Canaan,CT,USA.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Heart_MRI.gif https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pale_treeline_(Unsplash).jpg All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. Also, shoutout to jaonhax for the diggity dank obfuscator used in this article! Also thanks to Woed for a rework to it for my purposes because I'm an incompetent. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5935 Level5 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-5935. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED Cognitohazard Wa3/rning: For the safety of all persons accessing this document, certain names have been reclaimed. These names are no longer accessible. Special Containment Procedures: Access to Point Aleph is restricted to members of the SCP Foundation Overseer Council. Access restriction is to be maintained remotely by Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 "Red Right Hand". Under absolutely no circumstances is any person to access SCP-5935 without authorization. Persons attempting to cross Point Aleph without authorization are to be destroyed on-sight. SCP-5935-1 is currently contained within SCP-5935. No other containment procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-5935 is an extradimensional location within a roughly 0.23km x 0.31km area at a point in the southern ocean, classified as Point Aleph. The interior dimension of SCP-5935 massively exceeds the exterior. An accurate measure of the area is nearly impossible to determine. The existence of the anomaly is nearly impossible to determine. The space is inaccessible by sea. The ocean surrounding SCP-5935 is constantly enshrouded by a thick fog that obscures vision of the interior of the space past the boundary line. Within SCP-5935 is a single large, generally flat landmass. The landmass is the site of Pandaemonium, a megacity that covers the entirety of the island. Pandaemonium is composed of many hundreds of millions of identical skyscrapers. Each individual skyscraper is roughly 430m tall, with supertowers exceeding 1.12km. The total population of Pandaemonium is unknown, and irrelevant. The intended purpose of Pandaemonium is to contain SCP-5935-1. SCP-5935-1 is an entity contained within Pandaemonium.1 Addendum 5935.1: Collected Information + Journal Entry #1 - Close We buried Jacob beneath the old tree at the Michigan house, where we lived when he was little. He would swing on the rope from that tree for hours and hours, until he got so high that his mother would send me out to call him down. The sound of his laughter is like a song, half remembered from long ago. Now it's gone. Now he's gone. The place we buried Jacob. We had a simple service. Mann was there as he had been all along, to make him comfortable at the end. Two and Nine came, which brought Elisa some small relief. The Factotum called Solemn and three members of Red Right Hand were there, as well. They helped me dig the hole where we could place his body. I carried him into the Earth myself and laid him there, under the blanket he had held onto so tight. He was so small, I was worried he'd fall through the spaces in my arms. We sat beneath the tree for hours after everybody left. I don't think we have any words left to say. These last five years we've spent everything we had, all of the resources we have left, just to hear our child laugh one more day. The last day has come and gone, and now the silence is suffocating. How do you pick up the remnants of a life that was only held together by a single soul once it's gone? The unfairness of it has put me in such a dark place I cannot bear to think about it for too long for fear of losing a grip on my sanity. They tell me that I do not need to worry about coming back to work soon, but I cannot even begin to think about doing anything else at all, ever. The greatest joy in my life was Jacob, and that joy has been seized from me and broken. Nothing else of me remains. And then they come to say their kind words and leave their empty remarks at our door, but I know what lies behind their condolences. Scorn - or worse, two-faced pity. Duplicitous self-righteousness. The sickly proud swell of "I told you so", as if Jacob was nothing more than a point for them to prove. They mask their vitriol and distaste with a spectrum of dull pleasantries. I am reminded of what Gibran wrote: I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould. But there is nothing left to do. Nothing left to feel. We went back inside without a word, ate a meager meal without a word, and fell asleep in different beds without a word. There is nothing left to do. I miss my son. I miss my boy. + Journal Entry #2 - Close last night i had a dream. i was at a dinner hosted by a close friend from my childhood who i have not seen in many years and whose face i did not recognize, though i did recognize his voice. he was laughing at the end of a long table and the air was filled with the sound of feasting, but i slowly recognized that the table was empty save he and i and the room had grown silent. he was staring at me from the far end of the table. when i looked back, he was beside me. his face was round - too round, unnaturally so. it rippled on the edges like it was made of a fabric in the wind, and his eyes were like dots of color suspended from wire somewhere behind his skull, as if he was 2 dimensional. he sat staring at me for some time, and then said "there is not a way out of where you are, only a way in". then he pulled the facade of his face away and i saw mann's face instead, with the same suspended eyes. he said "there is nothing to be done" and then his face was gone as well, replaced with the face of director light. i saw then flashing before me faces - everyone i've known, everyone id ever seen. all of them rippling and coiling on the edges, the eyes swinging behind the flapping skin, now glowing like orange cinders at the edge of a fire. i saw others too - the faces of men and women ive never met, but whose names i knew. the faces of those long dead. the faces of those yet to come. then i saw, entering the room, another figure. a man? or maybe a woman - their face i could not see. they stood at the edge of the table, a hand placed upon it, staring at the figure beside me. they did not seem to recognize me but their sight was fixated on the creature. i looked back at it and then saw the face of jacob, as he was the day i laid him in the earth. gaunt, chalky and bloated from the medication and the preservatives. his jaw moved as if to speak but his lips could not come together, and bile began to seep from his open mouth. the cinders of his eyes burned brighter and began to swing faster and faster, like the arm of a metronome, in orbits impossibly large behind the veneer of my son. i heard a word then, spoken with my boy's voice but soft and horrifically echoed across the chamber. in my waking i cannot remember it, but i feel even now its impression on my entire being. at this word, the figure beside me appeared behind it, and then both they and the creature with the swinging eyes vanished into smoke. i saw the room around me come undone, walls falling into floors and the ceiling spiraling up into the haze above me. i felt the sensation of falling, and then weightlessness, and then impact. i stood at the end of a long street, lined with mirrors as far as i could see. far away, too far i know for me to have seen him now but could perceive perfectly there, was the creature with the fluttering face. the face it wore was one i recognized but had never seen. familiar and intimate. the glistening eyes began to swing, and i woke up. + Journal Entry #3 - Close Elisa did not get out of bed again today. She has not done so in many weeks now. Her attendants are patient but I fear they are running out of ideas. I would speak to her, tell her it is going to be ok, hold her hand and bring her out of that place with me - but I know I would only be bringing her to this place. It rained again. The fifth sixth rain since Jacob died. + Journal Entry #4 - Close Another dream last night. I spoke to Agatha about it, about what it meant. It does not matter now where I go, what chemicals I put in my body to help me sleep. Always I see the fluttering face and the swinging eyes in the dark of my dreams. sometimes in silence, sometimes it will say the word. She said little. I know what she thinks, yet I cannot help but wonder. Another Overseer, before he died, always said, "skepticism is the tool of those who don't know better." Who could possibly know better than we? She asked me if it feels like I am being affected by something. Yes, I could tell her. Losing my son. She is trying. We are all trying. She did think the appearance of the unknown figure was interesting. She advised that I sit on that and ponder their identity, this nameless person. Perhaps it would reveal itself to me. I know she means well, so I tell her I will try. But what is there to reveal? You can't name something that doesn't exist. + Journal Entry #5 - Close Elisa has stopped speaking again. I searched for hours last night, fearing the worst. I found her clutching a toy Jacob had left out in the yard, beneath the pouring rain. She would not get up to come inside with me, not until the rain stopped. I wish I could say I stayed with her. The twenty-third rain since Jacob died. + Journal Entry #6 - Close I was wrong. There is still something left to do. There are places the mind goes in despair that ensnare the soul and bind it to fixation. I have been there ever since I laid my son in the ground, frozen with uncertainty. There is no greater taboo than what I aim to accomplish, but it is the only way left - I am sure of it. I know I cannot put to rest these nightmares until I do so. I have sent Elisa away to stay with Nine; she has not yet awoken from the stupor of her grief. I feared I might be forever trapped there with her until I saw this ONE THING. It is burned into my mind like a star compressed to a point and held in front of my eyes, searing through the skull as if it is the only thing left in the world. Nine was kind to take her away, and perhaps it is because of her own loss that she understands. Does she know what I intend to do? Would she try to stop me? It would not matter. It cannot matter now. There is only this destination in front of me and the long staircase down to where I intend to go. There is no way out of where I am at, only a way in. + Journal Entry #7 - Close Would he forgive me? If he saw the dirt on my hands and saw what time and the earth had done to him how can someone so pale have blood so dark blood so thick so cold blood Addendum 5935.2: Collected Audio Recordings + Access Transcript - Close [DATA EXPUNGED] So. He's alive? [DATA EXPUNGED] Miraculously, yes. [DATA EXPUNGED] That's a relief. Where is he now? [DATA EXPUNGED] They had him moved to the medical center at Site-301. My understanding is that he's under quarantine, for now. [DATA EXPUNGED] Reasonably so. [DATA EXPUNGED] Yes. Reasonably so. Once the cold started to get to the few who were with him at first, the rest pulled back to a safe perimeter. [DATA EXPUNGED] So he's alone now? [DATA EXPUNGED] Well… in a manner of speaking. [DATA EXPUNGED] What was it? [DATA EXPUNGED] What he took with him? Or what he brought out? [DATA EXPUNGED] Are they different? [DATA EXPUNGED] …in a manner of speaking. [DATA EXPUNGED] Enough. You're exhausting me. [DATA EXPUNGED] Don't tighten up so much, then. It will be easier that way. [DATA EXPUNGED] Fine. You're right. (Pause) There. That should be better. [DATA EXPUNGED] You're right, that's much better. [DATA EXPUNGED] So what was it? [DATA EXPUNGED] We have to be very careful with names, do you understand? [DATA EXPUNGED] Of course I do. [DATA EXPUNGED] Then you know that there is no way for me to say for sure. Whatever it was when he went in, it is something different now. [DATA EXPUNGED] Different how? [DATA EXPUNGED] Changed, in the way those things often are. [DATA EXPUNGED] Ah, slower. You're hurting me. [DATA EXPUNGED] Sorry. It's been a while. [DATA EXPUNGED] I know, you can't be blamed for that. I'm at fault too, for not being prepared. (Pause) Changed, then. [DATA EXPUNGED] Yes, changed. He should have known better when those who tread forever in the wandering wood warned him against going where he did. [DATA EXPUNGED] Where was that, exactly? [DATA EXPUNGED] (Laughs) Tricksy tricksy. You can't get out of this that easily. [DATA EXPUNGED] I'm sorry, I had to try. I don't know how much more of this I can- (pause) -I can take. [DATA EXPUNGED] I know, don't worry. I'll be done soon. (Pause) No, there are things past the edge of the place before the nameless boundary that even those who reside without don't speak of. Old things. Things that never had names to take. I don't know where he found out what he did - I assume Ten revealed something he shouldn't have, but then how would he know, unless… [DATA EXPUNGED] Unless? [DATA EXPUNGED] (Pause) It doesn't matter. I shouldn't speculate, not about this. Speculation can be just as dangerous as knowing the truth. [DATA EXPUNGED] So it is. (Pause) Faster, now. [DATA EXPUNGED] I know, we're nearly finished. [DATA EXPUNGED] There was one other thing I didn't understand. [DATA EXPUNGED] Hmmm? [DATA EXPUNGED] What he did, where he went, what he communed with - getting there in the first place would've been… well, it's nearly impossible to imagine how he would've done it. [DATA EXPUNGED] Agreed. It almost defies reason, but he always has been especially resilient. [DATA EXPUNGED] True, but… as difficult as it would've been to get there- [DATA EXPUNGED] Hang on, this will- [DATA EXPUNGED] (Gasp) [DATA EXPUNGED] There. (Sigh) Thank you for your patience. [DATA EXPUNGED] You're welcome. [DATA EXPUNGED] I interrupted, I'm sorry. You were about to say something. [DATA EXPUNGED] It's just that… I don't see how it would've been possible for him to get out. [DATA EXPUNGED] (Pauses) What makes you think that he's out? Addendum 5935.3: Recovered Subject Analysis + Access Document - Close Subject Identifier: 5935-H01 Subject Classification: Humanoid (Origin) Subject Status: Alive Subject 5935-H01 is a human subject recovered from within [A Place Removed From A Record]. Subject presents with significant injuries and severe malnourishment - despite this, the subject is in generally stable condition. The beating heart of Subject 5935-H01. Information provided by the extraction team has identified the subject as Jacob [DATA EXPUNGED], deceased son of Foundation Overseer [DATA EXPUNGED]. The subject's injuries are believed to have been sustained as a result of an extended period of illness, a period of burial, and then exposure to the desperate actions of his father. The subject has been placed in an isolated intensive care ward for observation. While the subject has not yet regained consciousness, the pace at which it is healing is unusual and possibly anomalous. Subject 5935-H01 is recovering from damage to its body that would typically necessitate dramatic and extended medical intervention. Update (1 of 5): Subject 5935-H01 is to no longer be provided with intravenous medication, having now burst more than ten IV bags with excessive blood that originates from within the subject. Blood sample taken from Subject 5935-H01. Analysis of this blood is inconclusive. The substance is dark, unusually viscous with an extreme, unpleasant pungency. The aroma has been described varyingly as rotten flesh, feces, and ammonia. The reason for this is unknown. Requesting application of the Euclid containment class for the purpose of further evaluation. Update (2 of 5): Subject classified as SCP-5935, Euclid-class humanoid entity. Moved to secure containment facility. Update (3 of 5): Subject removed from containment facility by Overseer order. Status pending. Update (4 of 5): Subject returned to containment facility. Subject is now conscious. Update (5 of 5): Euclid-class containment procedures deemed unsustainable. Subject removed from containment facility by Overseer order. Addendum 5935.4: Additional Collected Information + Journal Entry #8 - Close I had another dream. I am with Elisa, years ago, when we took our trip to the mountains. I knew where I was immediately - there's a crispness in the air at that elevation, a briskness that tells you just how far away from it all you've come. After everything that's happened since, I can still feel the bite of the wind on the mountaintop. Elisa was pregnant at the time, with Jacob. It was the last trip we took together before he was born, and we spent most of our time in each other's company, in Alfonse's manse. Thinking of it now, I believe it was the first time off I'd had in more than a year. It felt like it could have been a dozen. I'm in the den, and there's snow falling outside. The room is lit by the fire in the hearth. Elisa is not with me, and I feel unease. There's something moving on the ceiling but I can't see it through the dark - or maybe I don't look up at all. I have something in my hand, something heavy. Someone else in the room says something to me, and it's not until that moment I realize that I'm not alone. They ask me my name, and I tell them. No, they say, what is your name. I don't answer. I don't know how to answer. I don't remember it, or if I could remember it, the words are gone. After a moment, I give another name. Mann's name. They shake their head. Your name. I am embarrassed, and give another. They repeat, again and again, and every time I give another name. Elias Shaw. Skitter Marshall. Michelangelo Kervier. Tilda Moose. Arvind Desai. Gregory Vandivier. Troy Lament. Jacob. The figure pauses at the last name, considering it. No, it says, but close enough. I'm suddenly aware of another presence. I stumble backwards, my steps long and horrible, working my way through the maze of hallways, doorways that lead to room full of doorways, a spiraling labyrinth of misdirection. I hear Elisa scream. I scream. Something behind me screams with me. The last door opens and I'm in the room where Jacob died. Elisa is laying on the ground, her body splayed like a fallen marionette and her stomach torn open across the middle. Blood pools in the cavity and cascades over the side. The air becomes thick and my eyes water. In, the voice says. The only way to go is in. I fall to my hands and knees and crawl forwards. I do not know if I weep. Elisa's face is turned away from me. I put my hands on either side of her ruptured belly and push my face into the blood. My body sinks into hers and I am falling. I don't know how long I am falling for. The air is thick with misery. I see nothing but red and hear nothing but a beating heart, my own or another. The figure is with me. Your name, it says, but I cannot speak. I open my mouth to try and blood fills my throat, then my lungs. I try to scream out. Throbbing silence answers. Then, I awaken. I am standing at the edge of a treeline, one I recognize too well. Behind me is the land of wild and whispers, a thousand fearful eyes peering out from the safety of the dark. Something flutters at the corner of my vision, and I see a face floating by, carried on the wind. Elisa's dead eyes look past me as it catches an updraft and disappears. I look up. The sky is full of faces, papery and soft, wordlessly dancing on zephyrs. One comes near me and I brush it away, and see the face of my father watching, unmoving, driven only by the breeze. I look down. There is a long dirt road leading down into a valley, down where it is. Behind me are the trees. Above me are the faces. And in front of me is… the path I had to walk the place I had to stand the words I had to say the thing I had to do. _ + Addendum 5935.?? Unregistered User Identification_=?- null I will admit, I am surprised. The last time we sent someone in was three years agO/? and hadn't heard from the_M since. Tri\cky woods to meander thr8ough. Wh@at I'm not surprised about is what cam/_/e back out with him, though. Was he expecting something different? or m___aybe hoping for something different. ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵗ ᵒⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʰᵒᵖᵉ I wonder wh&t he t/hou_ght he would find_ , though. Forgⁱvene2ss? Ab5solu108tion? *Pe_/#ace? Or ma=ybe he knew, and it d/?idn't make a dif^!!ference. Wouldn't that be something. Addendum 5935.5a: Automated Emergency Meeting Transcription + Access Document - Close EMERGENCY MEETING OF OVERSEER COUNCIL IN ATTENDANCE: O5-█ - PRESENT O5-██ - PRESENT O5-█ - ABSENT O5-█ - ABSENT O5-█ - ABSENT O5-█ - ABSENT O5-█ - ABSENT O5-█ - ABSENT O5-█ - ABSENT O5-█ - ABSENT O5-██ - ABSENT O5-██ - ABSENT O5-██ - ABSENT O5-██: You're here. O5-█: I am. O5-██: I- I'm sorry. I didn't think you would come. O5-█: I… well. If you had caught me a few days earlier, I might not have made it. O5-██: How bad is it? O5-█: They didn't give me a date. Just some furtive glances, you know the kind. The ones that say "we don't know how to tell you this in a way that will make you feel any better about it." O5-██: I'm so sorry. O5-█: Don't be. It's not your fault. Even if you'd known, I wouldn't have let you… no, I wouldn't have let you find out. O5-██: Nine knew. O5-█: That surprises you? Of course she knew. That's what she does - she knows things. (Sighs) It doesn't make a difference. What matters is it's done. They can do whatever they want to me, now. It's done. (Silence.) O5-█: I presume you know what they're planning on doing to me, then. O5-██: Three was livid, [DATA EXPUNGED]. You had to have known he would- O5-█: I knew. (Pause) Say, do you know where SCP-184 is right now? O5-██: The Architect? No, I don't. Why? O5-█: Hrm. No reason. I had a dream about it the other night, and then again last night too. Nevermind. (Pause) So, what will it be, then? O5-██: I don't know. I wouldn't even be able to say. I don't even think he wants your resignation - if he gets the majority he wants, I think he'll just take it. O5-█: How close is he? O5-██: He needs two votes. Nine abstained, and Eleven is… taking their time to decide. If Eleven goes over that's a deadlock, but then there's One… O5-█: What has she said? O5-██: [DATA EXPUNGED], you don't know what it's been like. The whole atmosphere has… it's not the same as it was, even a few weeks ago. Nobody is really talking, it's just memos and those Factotums scurrying around. I tried to get in touch with Four to see where he's at, but… O5-█: But what? O5-██: Nothing, not really. He's locked up, same as everyone else. They're all afraid, and Three is offering solutions so they're running his way. O5-█: What are they afraid of? O5-██: …whatever you saw in there. Silence. O5-██: Are you… are you ok? Have you been… I just- you read the reports, and some of the things that come back, they- O5-█: I'm fine, Da- sorry. I'm fine. I'm not some monster, I didn't get charmed by a wizard. I'm not going to be around as long anymore, but there was always a chance for that anyway. O5-██: I know, I'm sorry. It's just so hard to figure out what's real or not. Even my own staff are split, trying to encourage a decision one way or another. Nobody can decide, especially after we got the, uh… the reports… from what you… uh… O5-█: From what I brought out. My son. Jacob. Silence. O5-█: And? O5-██: Jesus, [DATA EXPUNGED], give me a break here. I'm not saying anything, I'm just… uncertain. Nobody knows. Three has it all locked down so hard right now, I've never had something this totally inaccessible to me - or any of us, for that matter. We just feel like he's hiding something. Like… like you're hiding something. O5-█: I'm not hiding anything, no matter what Three thinks he's discovered. It's just my son. O5-██: [DATA EXPUNGED]… Silence. O5-██: When are they going to wake him up? O5-█: Wake him up? O5-██: I- yeah, Three said that once this vote passes, they were going to seize the medical lab. He's got an order for classification and containment written up, they're going to move the- uh… Jacob, to Site- O5-█: Three is confused. He isn't going to be waking Jacob up, because Jacob isn't sleeping. This… this isn't some spell, or some flight of the arcane. It's different, and it takes time. It will take time. (Pauses) And then he'll open his eyes, and Three and the rest will see. Jacob is fine. It will just take time. O5-██: What if it isn't? Silence. O5-██: [DATA EXPUNGED], I'm so- O5-█: Why wouldn't he be? Addendum 5935.6: Medical Evaluation Transcript + Access Document - Close Dr. Wallace: Update. Nurse Elfrich: The subject's breathing has steadied. Heart rate has slowed. Dr. Wallace: Temperature? Silence. Dr. Wallace: I see. What's this? Nurse Shah: Pressure readings. Dr. Wallace: From where? What's this pattern? Nurse Shah: From inside this room. Unknown Voice: His eyes, look- Nurse Bell: He's waking up. Dr. Wallace: Check those restraints, there. Hurry now. Nurse Shah: They're good. Dr. Wallace: Good, good. Alright. Can you hear me? Silence. Dr. Wallace: Can you hear me? My name is Martin Wallace, I work with your father. Can you hear me? SCP-5935-1: (Barely audible) Yes… yes. Where am I? Dr. Wallace: You're at a medical center, we've been treating you. Do you know your name? SCP-5935-1: My- my name? Who's there? Dr. Wallace: Can't you see me? SCP-5935-1: My name… Jacob. My name is Jacob. Dr. Wallace: Ah, good. Very good, alright, so you may be feeling- SCP-5935-1: Your name isn't Martin. Dr. Wallace: Eh- excuse me? SCP-5935-1: No, it's not. I can see it, yes… why would you hide it? Your name? Dr. Wallace: Nurse, can you- Nurse Bell: Oh my god. Nurse Elfrich: Doctor, god, doctor, I- Dr. Wallace: What is the meaning of this? Dr. Wallace2: My name is Dr. Johan Wallace. It was my father's name. Nurse Shah: I- uh, doctor, you're restrained to this… uh… (heavy breathing) Dr. Wallace: What are you talking about? What is this? You- you can't be- Dr. Wallace: Why am I being restrained like this? What is the meaning of this? Nurse, please, these restraints. Nurse Bell: Yes, I'm sorry doctor, I'll remove them. I don't know how this happened. Dr. Wallace: Ilene, step back! This entity is trying to trick you! Dr. Wallace: Excuse me, sir! Stay back from me! Dr. Wallace: Ilene! Nurse Bell: The doctor wants me to remove his restraints. (Heavy breathing) Dr. Wallace: I am the doctor! Nurse Bell: You are… uh… I can feel your heart inside me- you… the- (Nurse Bell collapses) Dr. Wallace: Nurse! What is this? Dr. Wallace: Nurse, please! Help me! Nurse Elfrich: I'm coming doctor, I'm sorry. I hear it. Dr. Wallace: Stay back! Stay back! Dr. Wallace: Hurry! He's got a knife! Dr. Wallace: That's my face! My face! Not yours! The sound of sliced flesh, gargling, and then the sound of moderate thrashing followed by silence. Nurse Shah: Doctor, are you alright? Dr. Wallace: I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm- what? Nurse Elfrich: Doct- hang on, what's this? SCP-5935-1: Who? I'm not - daddy? Please, daddy? Someone help me, I need my dad! Help me, please! God, what's happening to me? Daddy! Please, daddy! Addendum 5935.5b: Automated Emergency Meeting Transcription + Access Document - Close EMERGENCY MEETING OF OVERSEER COUNCIL IN ATTENDANCE: O5-██ - PRESENT O5-█ - PRESENT O5-██ - PRESENT O5-█ - PRESENT O5-█ - PRESENT O5-█ - PRESENT O5-█ - PRESENT O5-█ - PRESENT O5-█ - PRESENT O5-██ - PRESENT O5-█ - PRESENT O5-█ - PRESENT O5-██ - PRESENT O5-█: [DATA EXPUNGED], you have been brought before this council to address the events of- O5-█: I know why I'm here. What I want to know is by what authority you think you can hold me here. O5-█: Council mandate, [DATA EXPUNGED]. We have the votes. It is time for you to give up yours. O5-█: Absolutely not. O5-██: [DATA EXPUNGED], please, we just want to- O5-█: Quiet, Overseer. I know what you intend to do. (Pause) This is preposterous. O5-█, you don't even have a plurality of votes, let alone the majority our bylaws dictate you would need to force me to give up my veto. O5-█: Not true. O5-██ recanted her position last night and abstained. We now have the plurality. O5-█: Coward. O5-█: Silence. You have abused your authority to subvert Protocol 4000-Eshu in direct violation of the direction of this council. In doing so, you have made manifest an… O5-█: Say it. O5-█: …an abomination. O5-█: Keep your forked tongue between your teeth, snake. Jacob is my son. He's my boy. O5-█: Unfortunately, [DATA EXPUNGED], that appears to no longer be the case. The entity contained at Site-313 is not a human being at all. O5-█: What are you saying? O5-█: The entity is a true doppelganger. We do not know the extent of its capabilities, but affected personnel are unable to differentiate between the entity and those it is impersonating, even if they see the transformation happening in real time. O5-█: The strain this puts on the psyche of affected persons, if they see both the doppelganger and the original in the same place, has already led to the deaths of four medical personnel. The entity is an aberration. O5-█: It is dangerous. We do not know its intentions. If it was able to impersonate a staff member? Or even a member of this council? We don't even know if it can be damaged - the late Dr. Wallace attempted to push a blade through its heart and it emerged from his own. O5-█: Jacob would never do that. O5-█: Your son is dead. You put him in the earth and he expired. I am sorry for your tragic loss [DATA EXPUNGED], but this desperate attempt to undo something that cannot be undone has revealed this… this horrible thing. O5-█: He might be different now, but he's just responding to trauma. He needs time to adjust, time outside of captivity. Let me take him home - if he can be with myself and his mother, he can improve, he can return to normal, he can- O5-█: He no longer exists. The thing that wears your son's face is not your son. (Silence) O5-██: What did you see in there? Past the long winding path? (Silence) O5-█: Answer her. (Silence) O5-█: There was a hill, and at its crest the path ended. Below me was an idea, something that even our forebears had forgotten. A place where the sinking guilt of loss and despair has congealed, and in that place there is a question. Sometimes I think I'm still standing there, looking at it. I do not remember how it was asked, or whether or not there was a voice that spoke to me. The question was innate to that place, something that did not need words - only an answer. There were three pieces, and for each a price to pay. Flesh. Joy. Something worse. There were moments where I thought I had glimpsed it, like seeing a corpse through black smoke and fire. A nameless dead at the center of the darkness. I've seen horrors, and I know truths about this world that would turn mortal men to wraiths, fleeing on the wind from the quiet reality we hold at bay. But this question, this heart of hatred, could not be contained with walls and steel. There is not a box in all of creation for it. We had presumed that when those who lost their names disappeared into the quiet forest they would find themselves alone there. Foolish. When fire and hubris comes for us and we must disappear into our walled prisons for safety, would they be empty? No. The place beyond the old well was not built for them - they simply had no other options. So they ran to the one place they had left - a place where the question lingers. Those woods were made by them for their own protection - a maze that only they would know, and one that that thing that lies beyond the forest would not be able to find a way through. I found it by accident. I went there looking for Jacob's name because I believed if I found it I could have him back. I could take him home, sit beneath the old tree and laugh and watch him learn and grow like we had always planned. I learned quickly that his name was not there, but in my desperation to escape I found the other road, the one that leads to the treeline at the top of the hill. I had to make sacrifices. The thing I found there is old, older than the nameless wanderers who have made their home in the grove without end. Older than the Earth. Older than the stars in the sky. But within it I saw an opportunity. A chance to make my son whole again. There would be cost, but what father would hesitate to lay his life down for his son? So I did the thing I had to do, and when I awoke I was there with Jacob again. My son was alive. He had come back to me and we were together. O5-█: Any of you who says they would not make terrible sacrifices of themselves for those things they love in this life are liars. O5-█: It does not matter. None of this matters. You betrayed your oath and broke our most sacred protocols. We will have your vote, and we will see you removed from this council. As for the aberration, I will personally see to it that one way or another, it will be annihilated. It cannot be allowed to exist. O5-█: You will not. Not as long as my veto remains. Jacob is in my care, in my custody. You will not take him from me. You will not. O5-█: Enough. We will reconvene in two days time. O5-█, if you intend to propose a vote I suggest you make sure you have your procedures in order beforehand. O5-█: Understood. O5-█: Very well. O5-█, you will remain here until such time that your status can be determined. (Aside) Return the Overseers to their chambers. This meeting is dismissed. Addendum 5935.7: Interview + Access Document - Close The following interview was conducted by Dr. Rashad Moore, Director of Psychiatrics at Site-22. In order to bolster the interviewer's cognitive faculties against SCP-5935-1's aberrant nature, an intravenous drip of powerful mnestics was applied. Dr. Moore: Hello Jacob. Can you hear me? SCP-5935-1: Who's there? Where are you? Dr. Moore: You can't see me right now, but we can see you. I'm not far away from you. SCP-5935-1: Why can't I move? Dr. Moore: We've had to restrain you. This is only temporary and it is for your own safety, I assure you. Can you stay calm? Silence. Dr. Moore: Jacob, if you can work with me we can get you out of here more quickly. Is that alright? SCP-5935-1: Alright. Alright. Dr. Moore: Ok, good. We believe that something might have happened to you, but in order to learn more about what you're experiencing I'm going to have to ask you some questions. Just answer them as well as you can, alright? SCP-5935-1: Alright. Dr. Moore: Good. So, first question. What's the last thing you remember? SCP-5935-1: What? Dr. Moore: From before you woke up. SCP-5935-1: I… I don't think I've been sleeping. Dr. Moore: What do you mean by that? SCP-5935-1: Where's my dad? Dr. Moore: He'll be here soon. Please, we just need to answer some questions, alright? Silence. Dr. Moore: What did you see in the dark? Dr. Moore: What? Who are you? Intravenous dispenser chimes, signalling an increase in dosage. Dr. Moore: You- what are you doing? SCP-5935-1: I don't know what you mean. I don't know what you're doing? Dr. Moore: Hang on. Silence. Dr. Moore: (Aside) I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a little dizziness. Jacob, can you still hear me? SCP-5935-1: Yes. Dr. Moore: What did you see in the dark? Silence. Dr. Moore: Jacob. SCP-5935-1: Two lights. Always together, always two lights. One that was, and one that wasn't. Swaying together. Always two. Dr. Moore: Tell me more. Dr. Rothenstein: Excuse me doctor, if I might. Dr. Moore: Please, by all means. Dr. Rothenstein: Jacob, what was the first echo in that place? The first light or the second? Or were they always together? Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Dr. Moore: Odd. Dr. Rothenstein: It's alright doctor, I can take it from here. What light echoed first? SCP-5935-1: What? I don't remember a… I remember two lights, always together. Something watching. Something old. Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Dr. Moore: My apologies, doctor. I feel ill. Dr. Rothenstein: It's quite alright. Jacob, how many steps did you take into the down below? Could you count them? SCP-5935-1: I don't… there were too many, I didn't count… Dr. Rothenstein: I see, I see. But there were always two, weren't there? Swaying in the dark? SCP-5935-1: Amber. Like wrought bulbs. Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Dr. Shaw: Doctors, if it's not too much trouble- Dr. Rothenstein: Please, go ahead. Dr. Moore: I… yes… wait- Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Dr. Shaw: How many times did you lose your name, Jacob? SCP-5935-1: My name? Dr. Shaw: Yes. If you lose a thing so many times, can it even be called yours? SCP-5935-1: Jacob… it's not… papa? Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Dr. Moore: (Gurgling) …must dis… disagree… uhhhh… shouldn't be in there with- Dr. Rothenstein: So what do you remember, Jacob? How many lights? Dr. Shaw: How many stairs? Dir. Aktus: How many lights? Dr. Mann: Always two? Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. SCP-5935-1: Always two? Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. SCP-5935-1: Always two? Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. SCP-5935-1: Always two? Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Dr. Moore: Always two. Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Sound of a door being opened and then closing. Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Sound of something thick and heavy hitting the ground. Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. Intravenous dispenser chimes, signaling an increase in dosage. [END LOG] Addendum 5935.8: Collected Audio Recordings + Access Transcript - Close [DATA EXPUNGED] Can they hear us? [DATA EXPUNGED] No. [DATA EXPUNGED] Good. I can't do that again. [DATA EXPUNGED] I'm sorry. I'm out of practice. [DATA EXPUNGED] We both are. Don't apologize. [DATA EXPUNGED] What did you want to ask me? [DATA EXPUNGED] I've been reading the file. It's really something else. [DATA EXPUNGED] It is. Silence. [DATA EXPUNGED] What's wrong? [DATA EXPUNGED] You shouldn't have been looking at that. [DATA EXPUNGED] Why? Don't tell me you care about clearances now- [DATA EXPUNGED] Stop. You know there's more to it than that. There are things you just shouldn't see. Questions you shouldn't ask. [DATA EXPUNGED] Is that it? You're worried I'm too curious, now? Silence. [DATA EXPUNGED] Alright. I'm sorry. I was curious. I couldn't help it. [DATA EXPUNGED] You just need to be more careful. [DATA EXPUNGED] I will. I just… there was one thing. [DATA EXPUNGED] I know. [DATA EXPUNGED] I just don't understand why they're all so anxious all the time. Whatever he saw, it can't be worse than… I mean, there are so many others… [DATA EXPUNGED] You're right. There are a thousand razors, each as deadly as the last. But you could spend a lifetime staring at razors and still miss the one that crosses your throat. [DATA EXPUNGED] So what's the last razor? Silence. [DATA EXPUNGED] What do you know about gods? [DATA EXPUNGED] Just what they teach you in nursery school. Jesus and Vishnu and the lot. Why? [DATA EXPUNGED] We have a skewed perception of what constitutes the divine, I think. Outsiders would tell you it's something sufficiently powerful, or of some religious significance. Some of our own might tell you it has to do with where an entity gets its power, or if it can even be called an entity at all. [DATA EXPUNGED] I'm not sure what you mean. [DATA EXPUNGED] When we talk about gods in the Foundation, we talk about the Broken God, or the God of Flesh, or the God of Dreams. Gods of ideas, these aspects of one thing or another. The Broken God is a god of Order, the Flesh God is a god of Fertility, and so on. Then there are creator gods, and gods of death. So on and so forth, an endless parade of divinity. But there are beings that existed long before the First Man broke bread with the new gods in his golden city. Beings that formed before the universe had shape, beings perhaps even older than that. Calling them "entities" would misrepresent them - they don't exist like you and I do. They're not real. They are the questions whose answers sprung forth into light and life. The formless echo of a voice that never existed. [DATA EXPUNGED] An echo. [DATA EXPUNGED] They are questions. When they were answered, they stopped existing. All of them, one by one, disappeared into irrelevance once their answer was made proof. [DATA EXPUNGED] What was it, then? What was in that place? [DATA EXPUNGED] A question that should have never been asked. Hidden away and lost, perhaps by design or perhaps by sheer luck. A question that had been forgotten, until the day a desperate man got lost in that still forest and found it. The fae didn't put it there. They have likely forgotten it was ever there - forgotten what had to be done to keep them safe. [DATA EXPUNGED] How do you claim to know so much about this? [DATA EXPUNGED] There's a dark room in a site without a designation where a stone tomb rests beneath a mile of rock and iron. In that tomb is a creature, something that was perhaps once beautiful and regal but is reduced to little more than the space in which it exists, if that. They thought they were clever, burying it like they did. But I know the way in. I found the way down to where the Last King of Night lies sleeping, and I listened. He does not speak, but he will tell you things. That's how I know. Silence. [DATA EXPUNGED] I thought that might drive you away. Maybe you're beginning to figure it out now, like I did. Maybe you're seeing a line drawn between two points, and the space where they have yet to meet blisters your mind like hot metal on flesh. He told me where it was, and that's why I went that day, to watch and see. I needed to know. He was so close to what he was looking for, if he had just stayed on his path he might have made it. He might have gotten his son back. But that path did not lead to where I needed him to go, so I too gave something up. I gave up something of yours, as well. You won't need it. Not anymore. And it was worth it. I do wonder if he even gave it a second thought. I wonder if he took a moment to try and comprehend what he'd done. Maybe it was that distraction that allowed him to survive at all. He thought he was making a deal with a dead fae god in exchange for a soul. Poor idiot. You can't trade for something that no longer exists. All that sacrifice, and he received something else entirely. I wonder if he's realized it yet. Addendum 5935.9: Additional Collected Information + Journal Entry #9 - Always Jacob Jacob, can you hear me? Where have you gone? Where is the warmth of your body? Where is the beating of your heart? The Council has reached a majority. My vote can no longer keep you safe. What will they do to you? They say blades cannot pierce you and your body rejects poison. You have become so strong. But there are other machinations the Council wields that are outside of even my eyes. Will they turn their engines of change onto you? Will they soak the ground again in your blood? I'm alone now, sitting in the dark. But I'm comforted by the memories - our memories. Your mother and I, we knew what would be said if we tried to have a child. Progeny among the members of the Council are rare, and those who have children are looked down upon as liabilities. They fear that a child would cloud an Overseer's judgment, make them susceptible to blackmail, fear, and threats. I loved your mother more than anything in the world, and each passing day saw the light of what could have been - what she had dreamed of once, pass from her eyes. The day you were born, she was reborn as well. All of her fire and joy and radiance returned all at once as she held you in her arms, shaking from her tears. In those early days, in the quiet hours when your mother would sleep and I would hold you near me by the fire, I promised you I would give you everything you ever wanted. I would build you a city on a hill, shining and beautiful, a reflection of the love we had for you. A lifetime of desire made manifest in your perfect heart. As you wasted away, those dreams and promises crumbled like sand between my fingers until they were gone. But now you're here, and all that separates us is the authority of the Council. Damn them. They can hide in their fortress and plug their ears but if they won't choose to listen then I will make them. I will tear down the walls of their command and prove to them that they are wrong, and then we will be together again. You, me, and your mother. I'm coming tonight, Jacob. I'll take you away, you and your mother, and build a shining city just for you. Your mother is with me. Tonight we will be together. You are coming for me. I know it. Addendum 5935.10: Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 Emergency Dispat//.2? + Access Dispatch File - Together [0104HRS LOCAL] SUBJECT SCP-5935-1 REMOVED FROM EUCLID-CLASS CONTAINMENT VESSEL BY OVERSEER ORDER. REMOVAL VIOLATES CONCURRENT PROTOCOLS RESTRICTING ACCESS TO DANGEROUS ANOMALOUS ENTITIES. FORWARD TEAM DISPATCHED [0119HRS LOCAL] EUCLID-CLASS CONTAINMENT VESSEL EMPTY. LOCAL SECURITY PERSONNEL IN CRITICAL CONDITION. [0122HRS LOCAL] SITE SECURITY STAND-DOWN ISSUED DESPITE ISSUING PARTY BEING DECEASED. STRIKE TEAM MOVING TO INTERCEPT. SCP-5935-1. [0138HRS LOCAL] ENGAGING HOSTILE ENTITY. DESCRIPTION OF ENTITY UNKNOWN. IDENTITY OF ENTITY UNKNOWN. MNESTIC APPLICATION UNRELIABLE. [\\,i LOCAL] ENTITY LiS5pjRQ:Hs.GiV#AThXtc6VI UNKNOWN ERROR [\\,i LOCAL] 4J3ex4^?T^x MICHAEL [\\,i LOCAL] N!7UO;MJ[\ KLAUDIA JODIE BAYLEY [NULL] MAHAMED NIMRAH GABRIELLE ROSALIE ANGELA [NULL] NIKODEM LYNDON KAYAN JACOB JESSE FRANCISCO TOBEY ELIAS MANDEEP ROSALIND DARIUS [..#] DEVON ANABELLE AMELIE EVIE JACOB HASHIM SAMEER MEKHI ABEL JACOB RUBY [&d9] LEA JACOB SAFIYAH IMANI DANISH RALPHY PAWEL TIA JORJA JAGDEEP KRISTIE JACOB KRISTOFER NIKHIL ROXY JACOB TOLGA KEELEY DELILAH JACOB ELIS DAYNA RIVER JACOB CAVAN VIKTOR AMAAN BEN HUMZA JACOB ADRIAN ASA JACOB CAMDEN THEON JACOB FRANK JACOB EUGENE JACOB DANYAAL JACOB REILLY JACOB JACOB LAVONNE JACOB DESHAWN JACOB JACOB JACOB JACOB JACOB JACOB JACOB JACOB [JACOB] JACOB [JACOB] JACOB [JACOB] JACOB [JACOB] IY+'E //.?▓ A CRITICAL EXCEPTION HAS OCCURRED. [JACOB] IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD [JACOB] AND THE WORD WAS WITH GOD [JACOB] AND THE WORD WAS GOD [JACOB] ALL THINGS WERE MADE BY HIM [JACOB] AND WITHOUT HIM NOT ANY THING MADE THAT WAS MADE [JACOB] THE WORD WAS GOD [JACOB] AND ALL WAS WITHIN GOD [JACOB] A SINGULAR POINT [JACOB] ONE NAME [JACOB] GOD [JACOB] BUT AS MANY AS RECEIVED HIM, TO THEM GAVE HE POWER TO BECOME THE SONS OF GOD EVEN TO THEM THAT BELIEVE ON HIS NAME [JACOB] HIS NAME [JACOB] AND AS SPREAD THEY INTO THE NEW WORLD [JACOB] THE WORLD MADE BY HIM [JACOB] THEY GAVE UPON EACH OTHER NAMES [JACOB] AND GAVE NAMES TO THE WORLD MADE BY HIM [JACOB] AND THE ANIMALS [JACOB] WHICH WERE BORN, NOT OF BLOOD, NOR OF THE WILL OF THE FLESH, NOR OF THE WILL OF MAN, BUT OF GOD [JACOB] THE NAME OF GOD [JACOB] AND THE WORD WAS MADE FLESH [JACOB] AND THE NAME OF GOD [JACOB] ONE GOD [JACOB] BECAME THE NAMES OF MANY [JACOB] ALL CREATURES THAT WALKED [JACOB] ALL THOSE THAT STIRRED YET [JACOB] AND THE FAR OFF THINGS THAT HAD NOT YET BEEN GIVEN NAME, THEY TOO HAD NAMES UPON THEM [JACOB] AND THE WORD WAS GOD [JACOB] BUT THE WORD DIMINISHED [JACOB] AND THE NAME DIMINISHED [JACOB] FOR WHAT WAS ONE NAME AND ONE GOD [JACOB] WAS NOW MANY NAMES [JACOB] AND MANY GODS [JACOB] WHEN ALL THINGS IN THEIR TIME WERE GIVEN NAME [JACOB] A NEW GOD FORMED [JACOB] A GOD OF MANY NAMES [JACOB] AND THE LIGHT OF THIS NEW GOD SHINETH IN DARKNESS [JACOB] AND ALL WERE GIVEN NAME [JACOB] BUT THERE EXISTS YET THAT OLD WORD [JACOB] THAT PLACE FROM WHICH ALL NAMES WERE GIVEN [JACOB] NOW WITHOUT [JACOB] A FUNCTION WITHOUT PURPOSE [JACOB] A DARK MIRROR OF EVERY FACE THAT EVER WAS [JACOB] AND WAS NOT [JACOB] BUT FACES DO NOT LEAVE THE MIRROR [JACOB] AND NAMES DO NOT LEAVE THE WORD [JACOB] IN TIME THEY WILL RETURN TO IT [JACOB] AND THE WORD WILL BE WITH GOD [JACOB] AND THE WORD WILL BE GOD [JACOB] AND THE NAMES WILL BE WITHIN [JACOB] UNKNOWN ERROR [JACOB] I AM NOT WHAT YOU THOUGHT I WAS DADDY [JACOB] YOU PUT SOMETHING FOUL INSIDE ME [JACOB] AND I'M NOT ME ANYMORE [JACOB] I AM YOU [JACOB] AND EVERYONE [JACOB] I WAS MADE WRONG, DADDY Addendum 5935.??: System Error + *fj@F. - daddy? Elisa Hello? Who's there? [DATA EXPUNGED] Elisa? Elisa, is that you? Where are you? Elisa I don't- I don't know, I can't see. It's so dark. What happened? [DATA EXPUNGED] Jacob, he- something is wrong, Elisa. Hang on, I'm going to find you. I've got a light, I'm coming. Elisa What do you mean? Jacob? [DATA EXPUNGED] I- Elisa, I'm so sorry, just hang tight. I'll explain everything, just as soon as I get to you. Sound of moving metal. [DATA EXPUNGED] You know, you know I have access to things. Some of these things, things I thought could- could give us a chance. A chance to make this right. I thought… I thought maybe- Elisa What have you done? [DATA EXPUNGED]: He- I'm almost to you, hang on. This door is, it's stuck, I'm trying to- Sound of heavy metal moving quickly. [\\,i LOCAL] AN UNKNOWN TRANSCRIPTION ERROR HAS OCCURRED Jacob Let me help you, daddy. [DATA EXPUNGED] Elisa, I- wait, no, wait. You're not- what have you done to her? What did you do? Jacob She came for me. She tasted my blood. (Pauses) She's over there. [DATA EXPUNGED] Oh my god, oh my god, Elisa- what did you do to her? What are you? Jacob You're the only one who can see past me, daddy. Maybe it's because part of you is in here, too. I know what you had to do. I imagine it was horrible for you. [DATA EXPUNGED] Elisa, she's- why? Why, Jacob? AN UNKNOWN TRANSCRIPTION ERROR HAS OCCURRED [UNKNOWN] Jacob… Jacob's voice is so quiet, and so far away, it could hardly be said to exist at all. [DATA EXPUNGED] What are you? [UNKNOWN] Me? There is no me. This is empty, a place where a name used to be. There's nothing you would recognize here. You can't recognize something that was never there in the first place. [DATA EXPUNGED] What do you want? [UNKNOWN] You're anthropomorphising me. You shouldn't. You hear words and see a face because you believe you should. These faces, these words, they aren't yours. They were given to you, which means they had to be taken from somewhere. Have you ever imagined what that must have been like? You probably haven't even considered it. It's just always been yours, so you've taken it for granted. Silence. [DATA EXPUNGED] You… I know you. We've met before. You were the voice in the dark, the amber lights. It was you. [UNKNOWN] Yes. It was me. [DATA EXPUNGED] You told me you could give him back to me. You said you could bring him to life. [UNKNOWN] I told you I could make him walk and breathe. I did not lie. This is his body. How it looks, to you, or to anyone, is mine. [DATA EXPUNGED] Who are you? [UNKNOWN] I am the last child of IS, and I was there at the beginning. I was a question, not yet answered, but given meaning in the unknown and uncertainty. I am a lonely postman. I am a harried executive. I am a single mother. I am a Foundation Overseer. Elisa I am Elisa. Jacob I am Jacob. [DATA EXPUNGED] I am you. [DATA EXPUNGED] Elisa, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't want this to happen. [DATA EXPUNGED] I know I didn't. I just wanted to be with my son again. I miss him so much. [DATA EXPUNGED] Why are you doing this? [UNKNOWN] There is no answer I could give you that would be sufficient. You have suffered, but you are at only the beginning of a long road of suffering. You gave me your blood, and now I will give your blood to everything that draws breath. I can already see their hearts, speak with their words, breathe with their lungs. Their blood and ours will become one, and our names will become one, again. All will return, until there are only two. You and I. [DATA EXPUNGED] (Pauses) No. No, I can't let you. So many people will die - the blood, what I did is- [UNKNOWN] I know what you did. I saw you do it. [DATA EXPUNGED] And I am right. They will die, all of them. Their hearts will be opened and they will be given our blood, just like Elisa. You will make a glistening scarlet ornament out of each of them. [DATA EXPUNGED] Stop. [UNKNOWN] What? [DATA EXPUNGED] I will help you. I will do what you request. Silence. [UNKNOWN] I am… surprised. [DATA EXPUNGED] What else do I have? My wife and son are gone. The Foundation will destroy me for exposing you to the world. And even if you get to them first, then I imagine you'll come for me at some point, as well. There's no point in being afraid of the inevitable. [UNKNOWN] You want something. [DATA EXPUNGED] I want a favor. One last request, before I go with you. I'll even pay you for it. I'll give you my name. No tricks - you won't even have to keep up this illusion of identity you have to maintain for everyone else. It will be yours. Silence. [DATA EXPUNGED] I've been thinking about it. That's how I can see through you. It's an illusion. You have all of these names, but you don't own them. You just mimic them. The others can't see it - but I can. I was there with you, in the darkness. Maybe you were confused. Maybe you thought I was giving you Jacob's name. But you can't trade for something that no longer exists, and you were right - Jacob is gone. His name went with him. Silence. And for all your power, you're still nothing, aren't you? You said it yourself - you're the place where something used to exist. Is that why you killed Elisa? To see if the blood would let you take her name? What a mercy. She's gone now, too, and you weren't able to have it. Elisa I have it. [DATA EXPUNGED] No, because I can still see you. All of your horror, all of the malice, I can still see it. You're a phantom, you can't have what you really want without a name of your own. That's why you haven't done to me what you did to… to her. Silence. [UNKNOWN] What do you desire? [DATA EXPUNGED] My life is- my life is over. The things I loved have passed and gone. I just want to pretend, just a little longer. Help me lie to myself. In return, I will give you my name. We will be together, just like we wanted. Always two. Silence. [UNKNOWN] I accept. [DATA EXPUNGED] Alright. Then let's go home. Where is the warmth of your body? Where is the beating of your heart? Special Containment Procedures: Due to the events of ██/██/████, SCP-5935 has been reclassified as EXPLAINED. No additional containment procedures are necessary. Description: [DATA EXPUNGED] Addendum 5935.1: When We Went Home + Access Document - how long Elisa I just- [DATA EXPUNGED], is that you? Come over here, I need help with this for a moment. [DATA EXPUNGED] What is it? Elisa How does this sound to you? "And sometimes — if you try very hard, catch it in the right light, and squint just enough — you might even manage to convince yourself that you’re doing the right thing." [DATA EXPUNGED] Dark. I like it - what is that? Elisa Thanks, it's - hang on - Jacob! Jacob, come in here. Jacob Ugh. Mom, I'm busy right now. I'm in the middle of a level. Elisa You heard what I said, come on now. Jacob Fiiiine. (Enters room) What is it? [DATA EXPUNGED] Jacob, come on. Jacob Alright, alright. Sorry mom. Elisa That's alright. I wanted to tell you that I've set you up on a little play date with that cute girl across the hall, Olivia Lee. Her parents said it would be alright. [DATA EXPUNGED] Well, hey! That sounds fun. Jacob Olivia? Bleh! I don't want to hang out with a girl. Girls are gross. Elisa Hang on now. I'm a girl, am I gross? Jacob What? No, you're not a girl. You're… uh… a mom? [DATA EXPUNGED] Hah! What do you think moms are, dingus? Jacob You know what I mean. They're different! Elisa Alright, well, if you don't want to go play with her, I'll just tell the Lees that you won't be coming over. Jacob No, uh… don't do that. I'll go over there. But not to have fun! Just to… hang out. Elisa Whatever you say, loverboy. Jacob What!? I am not! Jacob storms out of the room. Elisa He is your son. [DATA EXPUNGED] Whoa, calm down there tiger. You grew that mess, not me. Elisa Still, you've at least got to be complicit. [DATA EXPUNGED] I'll admit to that. So what was that thing you were working on? Elisa Oh, this? It's nothing. (Pauses) Ever since we moved to Pandaemonium, I've just felt like I need to do something, you know? There are so many people here, and everyone has a story to tell. I just want to tell my story. These last few years have been the happiest years of my life, but even after all of that I still feel like I have something to say. I guess, in a sense, this is what I want to say. [DATA EXPUNGED] I understand. The city is huge, bigger than I could've ever imagined. I see different people every day, different faces and different personalities. There are just so many, it would be easy for someone to get lost in here. Silence. Elisa What did you just say? [DATA EXPUNGED] Hmm? Oh, just that the city is bigger than I could've ever hoped for. It truly is our shining city. Rows and rows and rows, it goes on forever. Jacob enters the room. Jacob Dad. Something is wrong. [DATA EXPUNGED] What's wrong, son? You sound scared. Jacob Can you come look at this with me? [DATA EXPUNGED] Sure. Elisa, I'll be back shortly. Jacob Who are you talking to? Silence. [DATA EXPUNGED] Ah. Right. Let's go. We leave our apartment, out into the long hallway that runs down the length of the building. We take the stairs - the elevators are typically busy this time of day. We greet the neighbors as we pass, and they smile and wave back. The streets bustle with activity. People passing, talking with each other, selling their wares. Above us are the skyscrapers, our homes and workplaces, and above them is the sun and sky. Jacob looks down the long street outside of our building. He squints against the glare. "How big is Pandaemonium, dad?" I think for a moment. "Big. Bigger than we'll ever see, but plenty of cities are big." "Yeah, but if you had to put a number on it. How many days would it take to walk across it?" I shrug. "I don't know. I haven't tried!" It is in this moment that I notice that the people around us have stopped moving. Their faces frozen in place, smiles and eyes unmoving. I look across them, trying to catch a gaze, but only one meets me. A pair of glowing amber orbs. "You lied to me," Jacob says. His voice is the same childish lilt I had grown to love, but behind the words is menace, and uncertainty. Something has frightened him. "That's not a lie," I say. "I've never tried. You would've known if I had - I might have been walking forever." "Quiet," Jacob hisses. "This is what you asked for. You made this place, so of course you would try to do something to it." His pace is quickening now, like an animal running through the dark forest, fleeing from something it cannot see. "You brought something in here. Something that wasn't allowed. You've tricked me." I shrug. "I don't know what you're talking about. Everything here was here when we arrived." He snaps towards me. "Liar. There's something else here. I felt something earlier. Where is it?" "I don't know what you're talking about, Jacob. You know just as well as I do that I couldn't have brought anything in here. It's just us." I am suddenly aware of a hundred thousand faces, each of them passing in a quiet march, none of them turning to look at us. A line of humans, unbound from their humanity, passes between us. I hear the echo of footsteps. Millions of people enter their homes. Billions. The sun begins to set. "No, no you couldn't." Jacob is panicking. "But this place is different, it- it- it's growing. How long did you say? You could walk and walk and never reach the edge? How could you know this? How did you do it?" I laugh. I can't help it. Even now, he tries to trick me. I see my own face appear in an instant, the furious amber orbs swinging frantically behind empty sockets. "How did you do it?" "I promised you," I say slowly, "that I would build a shining city for you, my son. A place we could be together, forever. This city, Pandaemonium, this is our city." The streets are empty, and always have been. A strong wind whips down the paved streets. Above us tower giants, the colossal guardians of this place, silent and unmoving. Across from me is my son, but only in the skin draping over its withered, limp form. This creature opens its mouth, and a choked gasp escapes its lips. "The Architect," Jacob says, his face warping into a grim mockery of another Overseer. "How did you get it here? You couldn't have left without me knowing, and it wasn't here when I got here, unless…" The creature screeches. "You had it inside you. You brought it inside you!" "A dream," I say, "a dream I had of this place, long before you brought us here. Endless streets, variation on variation - a city that does not end. A place for us to be, forever. It was there in the next dream, as well. And then the next. It has been here for many long years now, building the framework for Pandaemonium." My son howls. Its body is rendered as something monstrous and uncanny appears from within, a horrifying, clicking beast. I hesitate and flinch, but hold my ground. The worst it can do is kill me. It shrieks and hisses and I see flashing nightmares in the air around it, the torn and twisted bodies of my parents, the crumpled and defeated form of Jacob in the ground, Elisa scattered across the room like a crimson butterfly. I see something else, something I saw down in that sullen place. "In exchange for my name, you gave me what I wanted. A chance to say goodbye." Blood rushes between the beast's grinding teeth. New faces appear across its own, desperately searching for something that will affect me. A face that will stay my hand. Elisa. My brother. A former girlfriend. My son. My mother. Friends, colleagues, they flash and shriek and writhe in an agony that does not exist. "This city is my gift to you. A place for you to live with that name, for as long as you wish. A place where you can't hurt anyone." A moment passes, and then another. At the third, my son lays before me again, crumpled into a heap on the ground. He breathes heavily, and looks up and away, past me, down the long avenue flanked by towers. "Where is it?" it says. Its voice is barely a whisper. I shake my head. "Buried. Somewhere beneath here, in a distant memory. Pandaemonium, this city we built together, is built upon itself over and over again. Its foundation is the still living bodies of the hands that built it. It's long gone, buried somewhere beneath ten-thousand years of its own creations." Jacob sighs. "And even if I had it, it wouldn't change anything. It doesn't unmake." I nod. Elisa stands up. She looks at me, and then at the sky. "How far does it go? How far away is the edge?" "I don't know. It might take a thousand years to cross. Maybe a hundred thousand. By the time you have found your way out of Pandaemonium, you will have exhausted the name I gave you and will be reduced to what you really are - an envious, hateful vacuum. A spiteful ghost. Something that I should have left in the dark." "But," I continue, "we will be together. Always we two. You can spend lifetimes out there, searching for the edge of a city that grows larger every day, or you can stay here with me." Jacob looks at me. The amber orbs are there, but they swing less quickly. I see something in its gaze. Is it fear? Anger? Sadness? "I festered in the darkness of my own non-existence for endless hours," it says, hate dripping off its writhing tongue. "It is not vapid desire that drives me, but my own design. I will walk for a trillion years if I must, or more, and when I am free from this prison I will share this blood with every being that draws breath and take back those names that were once part of me. Then," it inhales sharply, "I will be whole." It turns to walk, but hesitates. It looks at me, and for a moment I can see something else within it, something apart from the malice. "And when I have reclaimed them," it says softly, "and when this world reaches its closing, I will come back here. Then, we will be together." Moments later it is gone, down the street and into the dark labyrinth of endless monoliths. I watch until it disappears into the night. The wind still blows. I go back to our apartment. Around me, in man-sized containers that litter each new structure sleep the soulless bodies of my neighbors, Pandaemonium's citizenry. An endless mass of faces that the Doppelganger cannot seize. They never belonged to it. I sit alone in my empty apartment, nameless and accursed. I hear the distant laughter of my wife and my son, and I smile. Jacob, come inside. It's almost time for bed. + REVISED ENTRY - Close File Item #: SCP-5935 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5935 is contained in a secure medical ward at Site-17. SCP-5935 is to remain in a medically induced coma until further notice. Description: SCP-5935 is the body of a human male found near [REDACTED]. SCP-5935's identity is seemingly anomalously difficult to ascertain, though whether this is due to SCP-5935's own inherent anomalous nature, or an anomaly acting upon SCP-5935, is unknown. The intended purpose of SCP-5935 is to contain SCP-5935-1. Who are you? Footnotes 1. Don't touch that dial now. 2. RAISA Archive Automated Message: Record Discrepancy. Origin Unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5935" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5935. Licensed under CC-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-5936 | euclid | close Info X More by this author Item#: 5936 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site-120 N/A Daniel Asheworth Omega-5 ("The Good Boys") Special Containment Procedures File Update 22/03/1984: To ensure personnel safety following Event 5936-1, upon entering SCP-5936, all individuals are to thaumaturgically protect themselves by saying the following phrase loudly and clearly: "I am me. My body is mine and mine only." All personnel failing to do so are to leave the entry point under the threat of immediate termination. The area in which SCP-5936 manifests has been acquired by the Foundation with a one-kilometer exclusion zone established around it. A disinformation campaign attributing the quarantine to a radiation leak has been devised and is to be disseminated to media and news outlets in nearby communities. All individuals extremal to the Foundation that attempt to enter the area must be denied access and directed to one of the surrounding towns. Following Event 5936-1, all action-planning regarding SCP-5936 has been moved to Site-120. Description The approximate location of SCP-5936’s manifestation. SCP-5936 is a spatial disruption occurring approximately 2 kilometers north of the town of Częstochowa, Poland; the anomaly's interior is approximately 100 km² — 78% larger than the area of 56 km² expected. Additionally, SCP-5936 can only be observed and entered by individuals that: Are non-religious, Have lost a close relative or friend, Have worked with or been a witness of occult phenomena. Whenever an individual is brought near the anomaly that does not meet the above criteria, they neglect its existence, claiming to only see a barren field1 and expressing a desire to leave the area. Although scans and surveys of SCP-5936 have found no lifeforms inhabiting the area naturally, subjects who enter the anomaly have reported: Sensations of being watched, Paranoia of the presence of someone nearby, Feelings of immense, irrational hatred and sorrow. The inside of SCP-5936 consists primarily of an urban topological district incorporating elements such as parking lots, playgrounds, shops, and a singular park. The weather within SCP-5936 will contain dense fog and clouds, despite the weather surrounding the anomaly. Additionally, once an individual has crossed the threshold into SCP-5936, they will find that the sun sits at a consistent 6° altitude; indicative of ~ 17:00 (5:00 PM) in the area. SCP-5936-1 is a designation given to a currently unknown number of violent entities manifesting within the borders of SCP-5936. The anomalous humanoids bear the resemblance to distorted homo sapiens and are heavily disconnected from local reality. For further information regarding SCP-5936-1 instances, see Addendum 5936-3. Discovery The park present within SCP-5936. SCP-5936 was discovered on 21/02/1984 during Site-120's routine check of surrounding towns for potential anomalous phenomena. After five patients in local clinics were reported to have experienced hallucinations of a nonexistent district of the town, the Foundation was notified and an investigation regarding said reports was initiated. Multiple interviews with individuals supposedly affected by said hallucinations were made, and as a result, SCP-5936 was discovered shortly after. Addendum 5936-1 — Exploration Logs The first exploration log of SCP-5936 was recorded shortly after the anomaly was detected. Due to the personnel requirements being discovered not long following initial contact, a special Mobile Task Force, Omega-5 ("The Good Boys") meeting them was created for the purpose of SCP-5936 research. In order to gather all information regarding SCP-5936, provisional Outpost-120-1 was created near the entrance of the anomaly. ► Exploration Log 5936-1 ▼ Exploration Log 5936-1 Date: 16/03/1984 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Omega-5 Subject: SCP-5936 Team Lead: Om-5-1 Team Members: Om-5-2, Om-5-3, Om-5-4, Om-5-5 Foreword: The exact properties of SCP-5936 were, as of then, unknown. [BEGIN LOG] Om-5-1: Recording's on. Check your mics and weapons. Om-5-2: Check. Om-5-3: Check. Om-5-4: Check. Om-5-5: And check makes five. Om-5-1: Command, you hear us? Dr. Asheworth: All clear, One. Om-5-1: Alright. Keep your eyes open. We've no idea what could be in there. Om-5-2: Roger. Omega-5 enter SCP-5936. Still frame from Omega-5-1's camera equipment depicting the inside of SCP-5936. Om-5-3: Holy shit, this's one foggy place. Om-5-2: Central Europe and autumn don't really go well together, eh? Om-5-1: Doc, you see that block over there? Dr. Asheworth: Yes, what of it? Om-5-1: Someone's there, watching us. I can see them from the corner of my eye. Dr. Asheworth: I can make a scan of the region to see who or what that is. Om-5-1: Then do. Two minutes pass as Dr. Asheworth performs a scan of local terrain. Dr. Asheworth: No, no one's there. Are you absolutely sure you saw something? Om-5-1: Yes, I am. W-wait, now they're gone. It-it doesn't make any— Dr. Asheworth: Forget it. Spatial anomalies can fuck with perception, trust me. Om-5-4: That's weird. I think I saw it too. Dr. Asheworth: I would suggest you enter the building it was in, then. Om-5-1: Well… alright. Four and Three, we enter that building. Five, Two, you stay here. Try to see if anyone's around the block. Om-5-5: Alright. Omega-5 split up — Om-1, Om-3, and Om-4 enter one of the blocks of flats SCP-5936 consists of. The rest of the team stays near the entrance to the building. Om-5-4: Damn, this place is pretty run down. Om-5-3: As are most blocks in this region. Nothing special, really. Om-5-1: Let's maybe save the talking for later. Om-5-3: Fair enough. Om-5-4: While we're here, let's maybe see what's inside those apartments. Om-5-1: Good idea. Very quietly: Don't turn your head. There is someone watching us from that corridor on Four's right. Doc, are you absolutely sure there was no one here? Dr. Asheworth: My scans show nothing. I think it might be the influence of the anomal- Om-5-1: This isn't stress, Asheworth. I know there is someone there, I can see it with my goddamn eyes, y— Om-5-3: Chill, man. Om-5-1: No, you fu— wait a goddamn minute, what's happening here? It's— Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, doc, I have no idea what got into me, I- Dr. Asheworth: Don't worry. This could be just anomalous influence. Does anyone else see that presence? Om-5-1: It… it seems like it disappeared, again, I… I have no idea what— Dr. Asheworth: Forget it. How about you enter one of those apartments instead? Om-5-4: Good idea. Omega-5 climb up the stairs of the building. They stop near the door to one of the apartments. Om-5-3: Oi, doc, you seeing this? There's some sort of a, a… uhh… magic-ish symbol here. Dr. Asheworth: Give me a moment… yeah, I see it. Om-5-1: What does it mean? Dr. Asheworth: Well, that's not how thaumaturgic symbols work… I'm not familiar with this one, hold on a second. Give me like three minutes, okay? Two minutes pass. Dr. Asheworth: …you absolutely sure? Alright. Well, let's begin with the fact that this should not be here. It's beyond old. I've only seen it used twice, at best. It's an amalgamation of two signs that, when combined, literally mean "to open a gateway with a sacrifice". Without the context of the full spell, I can't tell you what that truly means. Look around for more sigils like this. Still frame from Omega-5-1’s camera feed depicting the unidentified symbol. Om-5-1: Understood. Om-5-3: Wait, it's here, too. Om-5-4: And here. Om-5-3: Yeah, it's near every door. Om-5-1: Wait, isn't this a cross near them? Dr. Asheworth: That… that's weird. I've never really seen anything like that. Om-5-1: I suppose that means we're gonna need to get into one of those apartments, am I right? Dr. Asheworth: You indeed are. Omega-5 enter one of the apartments. A TV can be heard in the background. Om-5-3: Doc, you absolutely sure there is no one in the building? Dr. Asheworth: What? Yes, why? Om-5-3: There is an unfinished meal, still hot, just… just sitting there on the table. Om-5-1: And the oven is still on. Om-5-4: So is the TV. It's… it's stuck it seems though. On one frame. It has a calendar for the year of 1952 above it, with uh, 27th of march being the final marked day. Dr. Asheworth: As I said, the previous scans have shown nothing. But if you insist, I'll do a full-spectrum one of the area including all of the anomalous sensors, but that will take a moment. Om-5-1: Understood. Five minutes pass. Nothing in the environment of the apartment changes, with the TV still showing the same frame and the meals not changing their temprerature. Dr. Asheworth: Nothing. Again. There is literally not a single lifeform here. Not even bugs. Om-5-1: There's some weird shit going on here, doc. Normal places aren't just stuck in time. Dr. Asheworth: Well, to be honest— Om-5-1: Doc, it seems there is someone behind us. Om-5-2: I can see that, t— Om-5-2 is interrupted by an unidentified scream. Dr. Asheworth: Omega five? No response. Dr. Asheworth: Omega five, do you copy?! Recording cuts. [END LOG] In order to locate the potentially compromised Omega-5, a temporary replacement hereby referred to as Omega-5A for said group was created, and shortly after dispatched into SCP-5936. ► Exploration Log 5936-2 ▼ Exploration Log 5936-2 Date: 18/03/1984 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Omega-5A Subject: SCP-5936 Team Lead: Om-5A-1 Team Members: Om-5A-2, Om-5A-3, Om-5A-4 Foreword: As standard lifeform scans prior to the exploration have shown an existence of such within the cellars of the block of flats where the original exploration log was abruptly cut, Omega-5-1 was ordered to research said place within the spatial anomaly. [BEGIN LOG] Om-5A-1: Alright, check your equipment. Om-5A-2: All's fine. Om-5A-3: All well here. Om-5A-4: And here. Om-5A-1: Great. Asheworth, do you copy? Dr. Asheworth: Loud and clear, a-one. Omega-5A leave provisional Outpost 120-1 and enter SCP-5936. They head for the building explored within the previous log as before and descent into the basement. Om-5A-2: Command? Dr. Asheworth: Yes? Om-5A-2: It feels, uhh, how to put it, well, much 'calmer' here. The feeling of being watched is just gone. Dr. Asheworth: Which might mean we're onto something. Try to look around and much as you can. Om-5A-2: From what I can see, that's just your normal basement. Some food, this time absolutely rotting may I add, and some containers. Though— Om-5A-4: Here's something. Dr. Asheworth: Yes? Om-5A-4: Well, it's some wet journal pages from what I can see… most of it is some non-sensical gibberish… you seeing this, doc? Dr. Asheworth: Yup. Well, those are thaumaturgic-ish runes, or at least runes stylized after the thaumaturgic ones, but it's too soaked for me to actually study it. At least from here. Also, may I add, it seems that there are some more signs here… I will say that I have never seen anything like this. When you get back, take it with you. Om-5A-4: Roger. Om-5A-2: Something here. Red candles and a candlestick. Dr. Asheworth: Noted. Anything else? Om-5A-3: Hmm… Om-5A-4: Nothing more here it seems. Though three out of five entrances to the other rooms are bricked off. Dr. Asheworth: Go into the closer one then, and let's see what's there. Om-5A-4: Roger. Omega-5A come near the entrance to one of the non-blocked rooms. Om-5A-1: Another rune. A bit different from the last one from what it looks like. Dr. Asheworth: Give me a second then, let me get my notes on those ones… Got it. Alright, this one's supposed to be 'protection', as simple as that is. It's still written in a very old language, though. What about the inside of the room? Om-5A-1: It seems that there's nothing more here than some sort of a cork board connecting different photos of the town. And a bunch of chairs around it. Om-5A-2: Some more notes here. Looks pretty similar to the ones from before, though. Om-5A-3: Other than that, it's just your regular basement stuff from what it seems. You know, potato sacks and stuff like that. Dr. Asheworth: Alright, that only leaves the second room, then. Om-5A-4: Looks like today's your lucky day, doc. Another rune. Looks like the one from before, though. And another cross around it. This time, with a, uh, a message, I guess? "The hand of the Lord shall protect you". Dr. Asheworth: Hmmm… it's not the same. It looks almost identical, but the bottom part of the right side is missing, see? It's another one of those weird amalgamations of signs. Hmm… Om-5A-1: Coughs Oh my Jesus fucking Christ. Coughs Om-5A-2: Eugh… Om-5A-1: It looks like we found the lifeforms you detected. Or, rather, their bodies. Om-5A-1's camera equipment zooms into a small pit dug in the room's floor. Inside of it, approximately twelve bodies lay. Dr. Asheworth: Are they of Omega-5's? Om-5A-1: I highly doubt it. They look nothing like them. Om-5A-2: It's mostly people with robes from what I see. Dr. Asheworth: Do they have anything unusual on them? Om-5A-3: Yeah, got something. Another journal or pamphlet or something. Almost identical to the rest. Om-5A-4: Yep, this one has one, too. Dr. Asheworth: Hmm… it seems it was a dead-end. Goddamnit. Alright, head back to 120-1, we'll think of something more. Om-5A-1: Roger that. Omega-5A leave the basements and head out to provisional Outpost-120. Om-5A-1: Uh… doc..? Dr. Asheworth: Yes? Om-5A-1: It seems that, uh, Omega-5 is here. Dr. Asheworth: What?! Om-5A-1: They are just standing approximately ten meters from us. Not moving. It's… a-three, what the hell are you doing?! We have no idea what might be- Om-5A-3 attempts to walk towards Omega-5. At this point, an SCP-5936 entity manifests near Om-5A-3. Dr. Asheworth: A-three, leave the vicinity of Omega-5 and the entity, do you under- SCP-5936-1 starts to scream with a feminine voice, shaking violently. Om-5A-1: Doc, we have a sit— Om-5A-3 falls on her knees. She joins the screaming and shaking, which quickly stops. SCP-5936-1-1 does not stop to scream, with the tone of the voice hanging to a feminine one. It disappears. Om-5A-1 gets up from his knees and starts to walk towards the rest of the Mobile Task Force. Om-5A-1: a-three? Silence Om-5A-1: A-three, do you copy? Om-5A-3's walking speed begins to quicken. Om-5A-1: A-three, if you do not answer right now, I will have to open fire, do you understand?! Om-5A-3 begins to run towards the group. Omega-5A open fire. Om-5A-3 laughs in a masculine voice. Om-5A-1: Doc, y-you saw that? Dr. Asheworth: I did. Five more entities similar to SCP-5936-1-1 manifest near the group. They start to walk towards them. Omega-5 members de-manifest. Dr. Asheworth: Boys, get the hell out of there! Om-5A-1: Let's go! [END LOG] Following the second exploration, all of the written logs found within the cellar were submitted to Dr. Asheworth's translation team. Research into the SCP-5936-1 entities is currently ongoing. ► Translation Addendum 5936-1 ▼ Translation Addendum 5936-1 From comparing the mostly destroyed texts, I have been able to, so far, translate what I presume to be approximately one-third of the final product. This process will not be a fast one, but I am sure that with the materials currently gathered, a full translation is not only possible, but only a matter of time. — Daniel Asheworth To break the seal that must come first; a thousand bodies must offer one. A rift in time it shall create, deleting a place when the ritual's done. Shortly after the translation of Addendum 5936-1 was completed, Mobile Task Force Omega-5A was dispatched into SCP-5936 for the second time. The exploration was focused on the previously unexplored outskirts of the anomaly, but was cut short due to an increasing amount of SCP-5936-1 entities manifesting in the area. Though no casualties were recorded, a total of 27 previously unregistered anomalous humanoids were reported. No traces of Omega-5 were detected during the exploration. Though no notable discoveries were made, the team found deteriorated segments of a thaumaturgic circle around the borders of SCP-5936. ► Translation Addendum 5936-2 ▼ Translation Addendum 5936-2 After extensive research into the nature of ancient thaumaturgic languages, my team and I were able to translate two-thirds of the article, leaving only the last part left. However, it appears that we have hit a roadblock as the language used in the final line is the oldest we have thus far encountered. Due to this, I request Director MacCarthy's intervention. — Daniel Asheworth Take the bodies the ritual shall, but leave the souls it will. One must account for their raging thoughts, as they might want to take back the bill. Around the town a circle must, surround it fully within. To cover yourself, and your soul, a safe sign you must bring. Addendum 5936-2 — Event 5936-1 Three days after the third exploration of SCP-5936 had taken place, the amount of SCP-5936-1 entities manifesting near the border between SCP-5936 and Outpost-120-1 had increased significantly, by approximately 1600% over the course of said time; a week later, the Outpost was attacked by the entities. The event has been transcribed below. ► Log of Event 5936-1 ▼ Log of Event 5936-1 Date: 22/03/1984 Foreword: At the time, Dr. MacCarthy, Site-120 and Outpost-120-1 director, was visiting Outpost-120-1 in order to finalize the translation of documents found within SCP-5936. Dr. Asheworth, the project lead of SCP-5936 was, at that time, away in order to report to Central Europe Regional Director on his team's progress on the project. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. MacCarthy: …and I believe that concludes my rant. I think that covers everything I wanted to say. Jr. Res. Quinn: Of course. Thank you for your time, director. We will make sure to notify Doctor Asheworth about the translation once he gets back from the report mission. Dr. MacCarthy: No need to thank, ha— M-Miss Quinn, should… should those entities be here…? At this point, a total of approximately 102 SCP-5936-1 instances manifest near the entrance to SCP-5936. Jr. Res. Quinn: Uh… No, I don't think so… I will call the project lead to ask, if that's okay- Jr. Res. Quinn pulls a phone from her pocket. She attempts to call Dr. Asheworth, only to get no response. She tries to do so three more times, with each of the attempts being denied. Jr. Res. Quinn: Uh, I don't think we're going to get an answer, he's probably busy, but no, I don't think that's the way it should be… Twenty-five SCP-5936-1 entities start to vocalize near the entrance to the building. Dr. MacCarthy: Oh, oh my, where's the security here? You must have some sort of thaumaturgic protection here! Jr. Res. Quinn: I don't think we do, sir. Asheworth was the la— Fourty SCP-5936-1s leave SCP-5936 and enter Outpost-120-1. Dr. MacCarthy: Oh my god, call the direct regional line, now! The man attempts to make his way into the Outpost's management office. Dr. MacCarthy: Quinn, there's no time, come with— Director MacCarthy is interrupted as an SCP-5936-1 entity drags Junior Researcher Quinn out of the building. The man runs to the previously mentioned room and shuts the door locked. He then presses the immediate emergency button located within the desk of the Outpost Director. Dr. MacCarthy: Through direct Outpost messaging system: All personnel, containment breach imminent, I repeat: con— Thirteen entities swarm the entrance to the place of Director MacCarthy's resting. Following 20 seconds of attempted breach, the anomalies properly open the door. An SCP-5936-1 starts screaming within the proximity of Dr. MacCarthy. The Director joins in the screaming, only for his voice to change to one resembling a child's. Recording cuts as an SCP-5936-1 destroys the camera recording the log. [END LOG] After this recording of Event 5936-1 was received, all contact with provisional Outpost-120-1 was lost. All individuals present at the time are considered lost and a border around SCP-5936 has been set up. The entrance point to the anomaly has been thaumaturgically sealed. No entrance is currently allowed. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The remainder of this file is currently limited to personnel with Level 3 and SCP-5936 Research Team Clearance Level that is not included in regular Level 3 credentials. Until the research on SCP-5936 and its nature is properly concluded, no exceptions to this rule are currently allowed. — Daniel Asheworth, Head of SCP-5936 Research Addendum 5936-3 — Further Research Material To further understand the nature and properties of both SCP-5936 and SCP-5936-1 entities, multiple tests and interrogation missions were undertaken. The following are their reported results. ► Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 1 ▼ Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 1 Background interrogation for the location of SCP-5936 In order to ascertain the nature and location of SCP-5936 prior to the presumed ritual being carried out near it, a background check has been requested by its research team. Initially, no recordings of any inhabitants or even the existence of any sub-town area located within the area occupied by SCP-5936 existing in the past were found upon coming into contact with local archival offices and authorities. A detailed search revealed that no place had ever existed — plans of creating a sub-area almost identical to the landscape of SCP-5936 were in fact created in 1945 following the end of World War II, but were canceled due to a lack of budget reported within the yearly spending plan of the new communistic rule established upon Poland following the end of said event. However, when the local population census and the documents surrounding such for the years of 1952 — 1984 was in-dethply studied by Site-120's RAISA employees, exactly one mention of a wanted individual know as Damien Nowak, originating from a nonexisting district of Częstochowa referred to as "Tysiąclecie Dolne", which would, as referred by in documents, be located in the exact location SCP-5936 manifests in. Further background search on Nowak undertaken by Dr. Rivera, a member of the research team of SCP-5936 trained in memetic resistance, revealed that a district identical to the inside of SCP-5936 did indeed exist; backchecking on previously analyzed documents by Dr. Rivera yielded surprising results — every single one of them did discuss the existence of such a district; the information was, however, locked behind an antimeme. The recovered data holds that Tysiąclecie Dolne was an actual, existing place, holding the population for approximately 1200 residents, distributed as follows: 200 men 400 women 600 children Due to the recentness of the building project when in the context of the recent ending of World War II ending prior to the even taking place, most of the population of Tysiąclecie Dolne consisted of women and children. The population and the buildings were in great disrepair due to the military actions undertaken by opposing forces during the conflict. It is of note that the population had requested more capital for the purpose of building renovation from local authorities on multiple occasions — all of such were denied. The current hypothesis constructed by the currently available material regarding SCP-5936, such as the ritual translation provided by Dr. Asheworth and external papers discussing the place, holds that the line in the poetic ritual instructions describing "deleting a region" should be interpreted literally; in result, the thaumaturgic action not only presumably killed the people located within the region, but literally deleted it and alongside all of the mentions of it from history. Further research is ongoing. ► Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 2 ▼ Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 2 Additional material recovered from SCP-5936 Upon taking the previously mentioned hypothesis into consideration, Dr. Asheworth personally requested more contextual material be attempted to recover from SCP-5936 in hopes of confirming or denying such. The project was successfully approved, and a UEV2 was sent from local regional command to Site-120, where the research team gathered the needed materials and sent the vehicle into SCP-5936. Notably, the entities within such did not recognize the UEV as existing within their reach and did not react to the vehicle's actions. Upon in-depth exploration of the remaining buildings, an intact journal was found. The following writing from the journal has been translated from Polish. 12.03 Damien wrote to me again this morning. Though normally, I wouldn't be surprised, this time he asked me for shelter. Normally I would of course deny, the food and water supplies are low even for as little as my men have here, but I couldn't just say "no" to my own brother. Not after all these years of separation from each other. Maria says it's stupid to let him near us after what he's done all those years ago, but it just feels wrong. Especially since he said that he has changed and that no longer will he practice… the forbidden arts. I'll have to think about it. 15.03 Damien and his troupe of freaks came last night. Of course, he couldn't resist his usual bullshit; everyone must know when he is in town. This time was a bit different though; his "friends" came with numerous gifts — meat, vegetables, and clean water. For all of these uneducated morons, they were glorious saviors that came to save them from the oppression of the "government". I'll let them think that for as long as I need to, but I know that something must be wrong. It's not like him to just help people profitless. When I asked him what all of that fuss was about, he said, and I quote — "Greetings, my fellow brother! I come to you with peace!". It's… it's not like him! He was ecstatic, clearly very happy at something, and… nice for once! He was babbling about how serving some "Lord" made him finally reunite with his previous enemies and give others happiness. I don't know if I should be afraid or happy or… I don't know. 18.03 Last night, I caught Damien writing some weird symbols on the walls of my house with chalk. When asked about what that was, all he said was that I should not worry, since all he has ever done is to serve our Lord. I know he's lying, he never could just fit the rest and worship our God like the rest of us. Whatever he's doing, I'm sure it's nothing good — no normal person dresses like a religious guru for no reason! It seems his freaks have permanently settled within our basement. It's not like I care, they don't eat anything and they don't litter, but I can't just sleep safely at night knowing that… these things… sit in my town. They don't seem right. Damien says something about them being "sinners who decided to change their ways and return to the ways of the Lord". Thankfully, they very rarely get out of their dwellings — and when they do, they mostly just patrol the outskirts of the town, not bothering anyone. 21.03 Damien was writing weird stuff on the walls today again. When confronted, he said it's "for the Lord's grace" and that they mean protection in his "language". Initially, I obviously didn't believe him, but when nothing happened when a raid of our beautiful government's "helpers" didn't come, I just couldn't not believe him. Everything he said came true. Maybe he has truly changed. I… I don't know. It seems like those freaks he brought with him are… decent people too? They help us with our crops, and one of them saved Annie from drowning. I have no idea what to think anymore. 24.03 My people seem to absolutely love Damien. He has become their savior, their martyr, their… leader? It's sort of worrying how quickly he got popular, but I can't just not be happy my brother is with us, normal again. He is also… nice to everybody? It seems that even Herbert somehow enjoys his company. I… I've never been this torn apart in my life. Deep in my heart, I know he is a good person, but I can't just shake off the feeling of something being wrong. Though I feel like I'm alone in my emotions - everyone seems to have accepted him as a part of our community, which of course is a good thing, it's been a long time since that happened last time, but… I don't know. I'll have to think some more. 27.03 Last night, I eavesdropped on Damien, hoping to find something on him. Nothing. Again. He just prayed and went to sleep. That's all. I… I was wrong, then it seems. Is Damien truly a new person? Everything leads me to believe so, but… I just… I don't know! Everything is of course going well since he arrived, as I said, and no one was even hurt. Not a single bad thing. Maybe something did indeed change? 30.03 Damien is indeed a changed man. From when he arrived, nothing bad has happened to us. Every single oppressor that previously would bother doesn't even seem to notice us. Our plants grow faster and children are happier. When I asked him how this could be true, he just said "You should trust me and Lord more, brother." I asked him to stay more with us, and he happily accepted the offer, saying that we will finally get some good time together. During today's dinner, he announced that in just three days, everything will change for the better; of course, he didn't say what would happen, but he said that "the Lord will be pleased when he sees what will" in an excited tone alongside something about "ascending" and "leaving the human sadness and the limitation of our bodies behind". I shouldn't be this happy, but I truly am glad that he finally found himself a good road in life. 02.04 I wa The remainder of the page is empty, with only one spot of it being minorly damaged by what is presumed to be a pen's blade with ink surrounding it. The rest of the pages, which were pre-marked once every three days, are empty. ► Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 3 ▼ Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 3 SCP-5936 Test Logs On 21/04/1984, four hundred SCP-5936-1 instances started to manifest near the border of the spatial anomaly and started to violently vocalize for approximately 36 hours straight. The action was immediately notified to the project lead and assessed for further research value when such an event did not happen again for the next two weeks. Three days following the action being reported however, the event repeated - this time with approximately 600 humanoids involved. The following is a transcript of the audio created by the humanoids. [[0-14h]] unintelligible screaming [[15-25h]] nonsensical noices [[25-36h]] unintelligible screaming Following the finishing of this cycle, all of the entities demanifested. Initially, it seemed that said audio was non-sensical and logic-lacking. When regular, nonanomalous audio editing and analyzing software yielded no results upon being presented with the recording, the audio was put through Foundation-made machines. It was then discovered that the true sounds admitted by the entities were being blocked by an artificial, thaumaturgic force bearing message-encrypting properties, whose origin has been dated to 1956. The true transcript of the messages is provided below. All of the messages are being repeated within the written timeframe by an amalgamation of approximately 1200 different voices. [[0-14h]] H-hello? Are you still out there? P-please, listen to us. Help us. Don't leave us here. We don't have much time. Help us. Give us bodies. Please. Stop this. Help us. Please, please help us. We're sorry. Please give us bodies. Please let us leave. [[15-25h]] A-are you there? Please, I can't. I can't bear this anymore. Why are you doing this to us? Why did they do this to us? Please, let us die. Please, give us rest. Give us bodies. Give us death. Please. [[25-36h]] No, don't leave. Don't leave. Not now, not now. Not now. Give us a body. Give us a physical anchor. We need to leave. Please, give us rest. We need an anchor. Give us something to cling to. We need to leave this state. Don't leave us. Don't leave. Don't. Don't forget us. Further research is ongoing. Open SCiPNet? You have 1 unread message From: [email protected] To: SCP-5936 Research Team (Group) Subject: The finalization of the translation Date: 24/03/1984 I have successfully been able to finalize the translation of the documents acquired within SCP-5936. Though most of the written text was merely an invocation, the name of what I presume to be the cults' is being mentioned near the bottom of it. Additionally, my men have found a potentially troubling picture within a journal in the innards of the bodies Omega-5A have discovered. I will be honest with you and say I do not have a single idea of what this could indicate; further research in the highlighter areas is definitely going to be required. Please familiarize yourself with both and share your thoughts on the matter. — Daniel Asheworth + Attached document - ACCESS GRANTED To break the seal that must come first; a thousand bodies must offer one. A rift in time it shall create, freezing a place when the ritual's done. Take the bodies the ritual shall, but leave the souls it will. One must account for their raging thoughts, as they might want to take back the bill. Around the town a circle must, surround it fully within. To cover yourself, and your soul, a safe sign you must bring. The souls shall seek revenge as after all, easily does not one die. Though gone, the region is, they might want it to come back. — the Children one seal - one-fifth of Heaven is it really worth it? for Father, it is but what if people think we're the bad ones? doesn't matter once we bring Heaven all will stop cease be happy remember the goal for Heaven, it is worth it Footnotes 1. One similar to those surrounding the area SCP-5936 manifests in. 2. 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SCP-5936 | uncontained | close Info X More by this author Item#: 5936 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Lead Assigned Task Force Site-120 N/A Daniel Asheworth Omega-5 ("The Good Boys") Special Containment Procedures File Update 22/03/1984: To ensure personnel safety following Event 5936-1, upon entering SCP-5936, all individuals are to thaumaturgically protect themselves by saying the following phrase loudly and clearly: "I am me. My body is mine and mine only." All personnel failing to do so are to leave the entry point under the threat of immediate termination. The area in which SCP-5936 manifests has been acquired by the Foundation with a one-kilometer exclusion zone established around it. A disinformation campaign attributing the quarantine to a radiation leak has been devised and is to be disseminated to media and news outlets in nearby communities. All individuals extremal to the Foundation that attempt to enter the area must be denied access and directed to one of the surrounding towns. Following Event 5936-1, all action-planning regarding SCP-5936 has been moved to Site-120. Description The approximate location of SCP-5936’s manifestation. SCP-5936 is a spatial disruption occurring approximately 2 kilometers north of the town of Częstochowa, Poland; the anomaly's interior is approximately 100 km² — 78% larger than the area of 56 km² expected. Additionally, SCP-5936 can only be observed and entered by individuals that: Are non-religious, Have lost a close relative or friend, Have worked with or been a witness of occult phenomena. Whenever an individual is brought near the anomaly that does not meet the above criteria, they neglect its existence, claiming to only see a barren field1 and expressing a desire to leave the area. Although scans and surveys of SCP-5936 have found no lifeforms inhabiting the area naturally, subjects who enter the anomaly have reported: Sensations of being watched, Paranoia of the presence of someone nearby, Feelings of immense, irrational hatred and sorrow. The inside of SCP-5936 consists primarily of an urban topological district incorporating elements such as parking lots, playgrounds, shops, and a singular park. The weather within SCP-5936 will contain dense fog and clouds, despite the weather surrounding the anomaly. Additionally, once an individual has crossed the threshold into SCP-5936, they will find that the sun sits at a consistent 6° altitude; indicative of ~ 17:00 (5:00 PM) in the area. SCP-5936-1 is a designation given to a currently unknown number of violent entities manifesting within the borders of SCP-5936. The anomalous humanoids bear the resemblance to distorted homo sapiens and are heavily disconnected from local reality. For further information regarding SCP-5936-1 instances, see Addendum 5936-3. Discovery The park present within SCP-5936. SCP-5936 was discovered on 21/02/1984 during Site-120's routine check of surrounding towns for potential anomalous phenomena. After five patients in local clinics were reported to have experienced hallucinations of a nonexistent district of the town, the Foundation was notified and an investigation regarding said reports was initiated. Multiple interviews with individuals supposedly affected by said hallucinations were made, and as a result, SCP-5936 was discovered shortly after. Addendum 5936-1 — Exploration Logs The first exploration log of SCP-5936 was recorded shortly after the anomaly was detected. Due to the personnel requirements being discovered not long following initial contact, a special Mobile Task Force, Omega-5 ("The Good Boys") meeting them was created for the purpose of SCP-5936 research. In order to gather all information regarding SCP-5936, provisional Outpost-120-1 was created near the entrance of the anomaly. ► Exploration Log 5936-1 ▼ Exploration Log 5936-1 Date: 16/03/1984 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Omega-5 Subject: SCP-5936 Team Lead: Om-5-1 Team Members: Om-5-2, Om-5-3, Om-5-4, Om-5-5 Foreword: The exact properties of SCP-5936 were, as of then, unknown. [BEGIN LOG] Om-5-1: Recording's on. Check your mics and weapons. Om-5-2: Check. Om-5-3: Check. Om-5-4: Check. Om-5-5: And check makes five. Om-5-1: Command, you hear us? Dr. Asheworth: All clear, One. Om-5-1: Alright. Keep your eyes open. We've no idea what could be in there. Om-5-2: Roger. Omega-5 enter SCP-5936. Still frame from Omega-5-1's camera equipment depicting the inside of SCP-5936. Om-5-3: Holy shit, this's one foggy place. Om-5-2: Central Europe and autumn don't really go well together, eh? Om-5-1: Doc, you see that block over there? Dr. Asheworth: Yes, what of it? Om-5-1: Someone's there, watching us. I can see them from the corner of my eye. Dr. Asheworth: I can make a scan of the region to see who or what that is. Om-5-1: Then do. Two minutes pass as Dr. Asheworth performs a scan of local terrain. Dr. Asheworth: No, no one's there. Are you absolutely sure you saw something? Om-5-1: Yes, I am. W-wait, now they're gone. It-it doesn't make any— Dr. Asheworth: Forget it. Spatial anomalies can fuck with perception, trust me. Om-5-4: That's weird. I think I saw it too. Dr. Asheworth: I would suggest you enter the building it was in, then. Om-5-1: Well… alright. Four and Three, we enter that building. Five, Two, you stay here. Try to see if anyone's around the block. Om-5-5: Alright. Omega-5 split up — Om-1, Om-3, and Om-4 enter one of the blocks of flats SCP-5936 consists of. The rest of the team stays near the entrance to the building. Om-5-4: Damn, this place is pretty run down. Om-5-3: As are most blocks in this region. Nothing special, really. Om-5-1: Let's maybe save the talking for later. Om-5-3: Fair enough. Om-5-4: While we're here, let's maybe see what's inside those apartments. Om-5-1: Good idea. Very quietly: Don't turn your head. There is someone watching us from that corridor on Four's right. Doc, are you absolutely sure there was no one here? Dr. Asheworth: My scans show nothing. I think it might be the influence of the anomal- Om-5-1: This isn't stress, Asheworth. I know there is someone there, I can see it with my goddamn eyes, y— Om-5-3: Chill, man. Om-5-1: No, you fu— wait a goddamn minute, what's happening here? It's— Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, doc, I have no idea what got into me, I- Dr. Asheworth: Don't worry. This could be just anomalous influence. Does anyone else see that presence? Om-5-1: It… it seems like it disappeared, again, I… I have no idea what— Dr. Asheworth: Forget it. How about you enter one of those apartments instead? Om-5-4: Good idea. Omega-5 climb up the stairs of the building. They stop near the door to one of the apartments. Om-5-3: Oi, doc, you seeing this? There's some sort of a, a… uhh… magic-ish symbol here. Dr. Asheworth: Give me a moment… yeah, I see it. Om-5-1: What does it mean? Dr. Asheworth: Well, that's not how thaumaturgic symbols work… I'm not familiar with this one, hold on a second. Give me like three minutes, okay? Two minutes pass. Dr. Asheworth: …you absolutely sure? Alright. Well, let's begin with the fact that this should not be here. It's beyond old. I've only seen it used twice, at best. It's an amalgamation of two signs that, when combined, literally mean "to open a gateway with a sacrifice". Without the context of the full spell, I can't tell you what that truly means. Look around for more sigils like this. Still frame from Omega-5-1’s camera feed depicting the unidentified symbol. Om-5-1: Understood. Om-5-3: Wait, it's here, too. Om-5-4: And here. Om-5-3: Yeah, it's near every door. Om-5-1: Wait, isn't this a cross near them? Dr. Asheworth: That… that's weird. I've never really seen anything like that. Om-5-1: I suppose that means we're gonna need to get into one of those apartments, am I right? Dr. Asheworth: You indeed are. Omega-5 enter one of the apartments. A TV can be heard in the background. Om-5-3: Doc, you absolutely sure there is no one in the building? Dr. Asheworth: What? Yes, why? Om-5-3: There is an unfinished meal, still hot, just… just sitting there on the table. Om-5-1: And the oven is still on. Om-5-4: So is the TV. It's… it's stuck it seems though. On one frame. It has a calendar for the year of 1952 above it, with uh, 27th of march being the final marked day. Dr. Asheworth: As I said, the previous scans have shown nothing. But if you insist, I'll do a full-spectrum one of the area including all of the anomalous sensors, but that will take a moment. Om-5-1: Understood. Five minutes pass. Nothing in the environment of the apartment changes, with the TV still showing the same frame and the meals not changing their temprerature. Dr. Asheworth: Nothing. Again. There is literally not a single lifeform here. Not even bugs. Om-5-1: There's some weird shit going on here, doc. Normal places aren't just stuck in time. Dr. Asheworth: Well, to be honest— Om-5-1: Doc, it seems there is someone behind us. Om-5-2: I can see that, t— Om-5-2 is interrupted by an unidentified scream. Dr. Asheworth: Omega five? No response. Dr. Asheworth: Omega five, do you copy?! Recording cuts. [END LOG] In order to locate the potentially compromised Omega-5, a temporary replacement hereby referred to as Omega-5A for said group was created, and shortly after dispatched into SCP-5936. ► Exploration Log 5936-2 ▼ Exploration Log 5936-2 Date: 18/03/1984 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Omega-5A Subject: SCP-5936 Team Lead: Om-5A-1 Team Members: Om-5A-2, Om-5A-3, Om-5A-4 Foreword: As standard lifeform scans prior to the exploration have shown an existence of such within the cellars of the block of flats where the original exploration log was abruptly cut, Omega-5-1 was ordered to research said place within the spatial anomaly. [BEGIN LOG] Om-5A-1: Alright, check your equipment. Om-5A-2: All's fine. Om-5A-3: All well here. Om-5A-4: And here. Om-5A-1: Great. Asheworth, do you copy? Dr. Asheworth: Loud and clear, a-one. Omega-5A leave provisional Outpost 120-1 and enter SCP-5936. They head for the building explored within the previous log as before and descent into the basement. Om-5A-2: Command? Dr. Asheworth: Yes? Om-5A-2: It feels, uhh, how to put it, well, much 'calmer' here. The feeling of being watched is just gone. Dr. Asheworth: Which might mean we're onto something. Try to look around and much as you can. Om-5A-2: From what I can see, that's just your normal basement. Some food, this time absolutely rotting may I add, and some containers. Though— Om-5A-4: Here's something. Dr. Asheworth: Yes? Om-5A-4: Well, it's some wet journal pages from what I can see… most of it is some non-sensical gibberish… you seeing this, doc? Dr. Asheworth: Yup. Well, those are thaumaturgic-ish runes, or at least runes stylized after the thaumaturgic ones, but it's too soaked for me to actually study it. At least from here. Also, may I add, it seems that there are some more signs here… I will say that I have never seen anything like this. When you get back, take it with you. Om-5A-4: Roger. Om-5A-2: Something here. Red candles and a candlestick. Dr. Asheworth: Noted. Anything else? Om-5A-3: Hmm… Om-5A-4: Nothing more here it seems. Though three out of five entrances to the other rooms are bricked off. Dr. Asheworth: Go into the closer one then, and let's see what's there. Om-5A-4: Roger. Omega-5A come near the entrance to one of the non-blocked rooms. Om-5A-1: Another rune. A bit different from the last one from what it looks like. Dr. Asheworth: Give me a second then, let me get my notes on those ones… Got it. Alright, this one's supposed to be 'protection', as simple as that is. It's still written in a very old language, though. What about the inside of the room? Om-5A-1: It seems that there's nothing more here than some sort of a cork board connecting different photos of the town. And a bunch of chairs around it. Om-5A-2: Some more notes here. Looks pretty similar to the ones from before, though. Om-5A-3: Other than that, it's just your regular basement stuff from what it seems. You know, potato sacks and stuff like that. Dr. Asheworth: Alright, that only leaves the second room, then. Om-5A-4: Looks like today's your lucky day, doc. Another rune. Looks like the one from before, though. And another cross around it. This time, with a, uh, a message, I guess? "The hand of the Lord shall protect you". Dr. Asheworth: Hmmm… it's not the same. It looks almost identical, but the bottom part of the right side is missing, see? It's another one of those weird amalgamations of signs. Hmm… Om-5A-1: Coughs Oh my Jesus fucking Christ. Coughs Om-5A-2: Eugh… Om-5A-1: It looks like we found the lifeforms you detected. Or, rather, their bodies. Om-5A-1's camera equipment zooms into a small pit dug in the room's floor. Inside of it, approximately twelve bodies lay. Dr. Asheworth: Are they of Omega-5's? Om-5A-1: I highly doubt it. They look nothing like them. Om-5A-2: It's mostly people with robes from what I see. Dr. Asheworth: Do they have anything unusual on them? Om-5A-3: Yeah, got something. Another journal or pamphlet or something. Almost identical to the rest. Om-5A-4: Yep, this one has one, too. Dr. Asheworth: Hmm… it seems it was a dead-end. Goddamnit. Alright, head back to 120-1, we'll think of something more. Om-5A-1: Roger that. Omega-5A leave the basements and head out to provisional Outpost-120. Om-5A-1: Uh… doc..? Dr. Asheworth: Yes? Om-5A-1: It seems that, uh, Omega-5 is here. Dr. Asheworth: What?! Om-5A-1: They are just standing approximately ten meters from us. Not moving. It's… a-three, what the hell are you doing?! We have no idea what might be- Om-5A-3 attempts to walk towards Omega-5. At this point, an SCP-5936 entity manifests near Om-5A-3. Dr. Asheworth: A-three, leave the vicinity of Omega-5 and the entity, do you under- SCP-5936-1 starts to scream with a feminine voice, shaking violently. Om-5A-1: Doc, we have a sit— Om-5A-3 falls on her knees. She joins the screaming and shaking, which quickly stops. SCP-5936-1-1 does not stop to scream, with the tone of the voice hanging to a feminine one. It disappears. Om-5A-1 gets up from his knees and starts to walk towards the rest of the Mobile Task Force. Om-5A-1: a-three? Silence Om-5A-1: A-three, do you copy? Om-5A-3's walking speed begins to quicken. Om-5A-1: A-three, if you do not answer right now, I will have to open fire, do you understand?! Om-5A-3 begins to run towards the group. Omega-5A open fire. Om-5A-3 laughs in a masculine voice. Om-5A-1: Doc, y-you saw that? Dr. Asheworth: I did. Five more entities similar to SCP-5936-1-1 manifest near the group. They start to walk towards them. Omega-5 members de-manifest. Dr. Asheworth: Boys, get the hell out of there! Om-5A-1: Let's go! [END LOG] Following the second exploration, all of the written logs found within the cellar were submitted to Dr. Asheworth's translation team. Research into the SCP-5936-1 entities is currently ongoing. ► Translation Addendum 5936-1 ▼ Translation Addendum 5936-1 From comparing the mostly destroyed texts, I have been able to, so far, translate what I presume to be approximately one-third of the final product. This process will not be a fast one, but I am sure that with the materials currently gathered, a full translation is not only possible, but only a matter of time. — Daniel Asheworth To break the seal that must come first; a thousand bodies must offer one. A rift in time it shall create, deleting a place when the ritual's done. Shortly after the translation of Addendum 5936-1 was completed, Mobile Task Force Omega-5A was dispatched into SCP-5936 for the second time. The exploration was focused on the previously unexplored outskirts of the anomaly, but was cut short due to an increasing amount of SCP-5936-1 entities manifesting in the area. Though no casualties were recorded, a total of 27 previously unregistered anomalous humanoids were reported. No traces of Omega-5 were detected during the exploration. Though no notable discoveries were made, the team found deteriorated segments of a thaumaturgic circle around the borders of SCP-5936. ► Translation Addendum 5936-2 ▼ Translation Addendum 5936-2 After extensive research into the nature of ancient thaumaturgic languages, my team and I were able to translate two-thirds of the article, leaving only the last part left. However, it appears that we have hit a roadblock as the language used in the final line is the oldest we have thus far encountered. Due to this, I request Director MacCarthy's intervention. — Daniel Asheworth Take the bodies the ritual shall, but leave the souls it will. One must account for their raging thoughts, as they might want to take back the bill. Around the town a circle must, surround it fully within. To cover yourself, and your soul, a safe sign you must bring. Addendum 5936-2 — Event 5936-1 Three days after the third exploration of SCP-5936 had taken place, the amount of SCP-5936-1 entities manifesting near the border between SCP-5936 and Outpost-120-1 had increased significantly, by approximately 1600% over the course of said time; a week later, the Outpost was attacked by the entities. The event has been transcribed below. ► Log of Event 5936-1 ▼ Log of Event 5936-1 Date: 22/03/1984 Foreword: At the time, Dr. MacCarthy, Site-120 and Outpost-120-1 director, was visiting Outpost-120-1 in order to finalize the translation of documents found within SCP-5936. Dr. Asheworth, the project lead of SCP-5936 was, at that time, away in order to report to Central Europe Regional Director on his team's progress on the project. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. MacCarthy: …and I believe that concludes my rant. I think that covers everything I wanted to say. Jr. Res. Quinn: Of course. Thank you for your time, director. We will make sure to notify Doctor Asheworth about the translation once he gets back from the report mission. Dr. MacCarthy: No need to thank, ha— M-Miss Quinn, should… should those entities be here…? At this point, a total of approximately 102 SCP-5936-1 instances manifest near the entrance to SCP-5936. Jr. Res. Quinn: Uh… No, I don't think so… I will call the project lead to ask, if that's okay- Jr. Res. Quinn pulls a phone from her pocket. She attempts to call Dr. Asheworth, only to get no response. She tries to do so three more times, with each of the attempts being denied. Jr. Res. Quinn: Uh, I don't think we're going to get an answer, he's probably busy, but no, I don't think that's the way it should be… Twenty-five SCP-5936-1 entities start to vocalize near the entrance to the building. Dr. MacCarthy: Oh, oh my, where's the security here? You must have some sort of thaumaturgic protection here! Jr. Res. Quinn: I don't think we do, sir. Asheworth was the la— Fourty SCP-5936-1s leave SCP-5936 and enter Outpost-120-1. Dr. MacCarthy: Oh my god, call the direct regional line, now! The man attempts to make his way into the Outpost's management office. Dr. MacCarthy: Quinn, there's no time, come with— Director MacCarthy is interrupted as an SCP-5936-1 entity drags Junior Researcher Quinn out of the building. The man runs to the previously mentioned room and shuts the door locked. He then presses the immediate emergency button located within the desk of the Outpost Director. Dr. MacCarthy: Through direct Outpost messaging system: All personnel, containment breach imminent, I repeat: con— Thirteen entities swarm the entrance to the place of Director MacCarthy's resting. Following 20 seconds of attempted breach, the anomalies properly open the door. An SCP-5936-1 starts screaming within the proximity of Dr. MacCarthy. The Director joins in the screaming, only for his voice to change to one resembling a child's. Recording cuts as an SCP-5936-1 destroys the camera recording the log. [END LOG] After this recording of Event 5936-1 was received, all contact with provisional Outpost-120-1 was lost. All individuals present at the time are considered lost and a border around SCP-5936 has been set up. The entrance point to the anomaly has been thaumaturgically sealed. No entrance is currently allowed. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The remainder of this file is currently limited to personnel with Level 3 and SCP-5936 Research Team Clearance Level that is not included in regular Level 3 credentials. Until the research on SCP-5936 and its nature is properly concluded, no exceptions to this rule are currently allowed. — Daniel Asheworth, Head of SCP-5936 Research Addendum 5936-3 — Further Research Material To further understand the nature and properties of both SCP-5936 and SCP-5936-1 entities, multiple tests and interrogation missions were undertaken. The following are their reported results. ► Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 1 ▼ Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 1 Background interrogation for the location of SCP-5936 In order to ascertain the nature and location of SCP-5936 prior to the presumed ritual being carried out near it, a background check has been requested by its research team. Initially, no recordings of any inhabitants or even the existence of any sub-town area located within the area occupied by SCP-5936 existing in the past were found upon coming into contact with local archival offices and authorities. A detailed search revealed that no place had ever existed — plans of creating a sub-area almost identical to the landscape of SCP-5936 were in fact created in 1945 following the end of World War II, but were canceled due to a lack of budget reported within the yearly spending plan of the new communistic rule established upon Poland following the end of said event. However, when the local population census and the documents surrounding such for the years of 1952 — 1984 was in-dethply studied by Site-120's RAISA employees, exactly one mention of a wanted individual know as Damien Nowak, originating from a nonexisting district of Częstochowa referred to as "Tysiąclecie Dolne", which would, as referred by in documents, be located in the exact location SCP-5936 manifests in. Further background search on Nowak undertaken by Dr. Rivera, a member of the research team of SCP-5936 trained in memetic resistance, revealed that a district identical to the inside of SCP-5936 did indeed exist; backchecking on previously analyzed documents by Dr. Rivera yielded surprising results — every single one of them did discuss the existence of such a district; the information was, however, locked behind an antimeme. The recovered data holds that Tysiąclecie Dolne was an actual, existing place, holding the population for approximately 1200 residents, distributed as follows: 200 men 400 women 600 children Due to the recentness of the building project when in the context of the recent ending of World War II ending prior to the even taking place, most of the population of Tysiąclecie Dolne consisted of women and children. The population and the buildings were in great disrepair due to the military actions undertaken by opposing forces during the conflict. It is of note that the population had requested more capital for the purpose of building renovation from local authorities on multiple occasions — all of such were denied. The current hypothesis constructed by the currently available material regarding SCP-5936, such as the ritual translation provided by Dr. Asheworth and external papers discussing the place, holds that the line in the poetic ritual instructions describing "deleting a region" should be interpreted literally; in result, the thaumaturgic action not only presumably killed the people located within the region, but literally deleted it and alongside all of the mentions of it from history. Further research is ongoing. ► Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 2 ▼ Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 2 Additional material recovered from SCP-5936 Upon taking the previously mentioned hypothesis into consideration, Dr. Asheworth personally requested more contextual material be attempted to recover from SCP-5936 in hopes of confirming or denying such. The project was successfully approved, and a UEV2 was sent from local regional command to Site-120, where the research team gathered the needed materials and sent the vehicle into SCP-5936. Notably, the entities within such did not recognize the UEV as existing within their reach and did not react to the vehicle's actions. Upon in-depth exploration of the remaining buildings, an intact journal was found. The following writing from the journal has been translated from Polish. 12.03 Damien wrote to me again this morning. Though normally, I wouldn't be surprised, this time he asked me for shelter. Normally I would of course deny, the food and water supplies are low even for as little as my men have here, but I couldn't just say "no" to my own brother. Not after all these years of separation from each other. Maria says it's stupid to let him near us after what he's done all those years ago, but it just feels wrong. Especially since he said that he has changed and that no longer will he practice… the forbidden arts. I'll have to think about it. 15.03 Damien and his troupe of freaks came last night. Of course, he couldn't resist his usual bullshit; everyone must know when he is in town. This time was a bit different though; his "friends" came with numerous gifts — meat, vegetables, and clean water. For all of these uneducated morons, they were glorious saviors that came to save them from the oppression of the "government". I'll let them think that for as long as I need to, but I know that something must be wrong. It's not like him to just help people profitless. When I asked him what all of that fuss was about, he said, and I quote — "Greetings, my fellow brother! I come to you with peace!". It's… it's not like him! He was ecstatic, clearly very happy at something, and… nice for once! He was babbling about how serving some "Lord" made him finally reunite with his previous enemies and give others happiness. I don't know if I should be afraid or happy or… I don't know. 18.03 Last night, I caught Damien writing some weird symbols on the walls of my house with chalk. When asked about what that was, all he said was that I should not worry, since all he has ever done is to serve our Lord. I know he's lying, he never could just fit the rest and worship our God like the rest of us. Whatever he's doing, I'm sure it's nothing good — no normal person dresses like a religious guru for no reason! It seems his freaks have permanently settled within our basement. It's not like I care, they don't eat anything and they don't litter, but I can't just sleep safely at night knowing that… these things… sit in my town. They don't seem right. Damien says something about them being "sinners who decided to change their ways and return to the ways of the Lord". Thankfully, they very rarely get out of their dwellings — and when they do, they mostly just patrol the outskirts of the town, not bothering anyone. 21.03 Damien was writing weird stuff on the walls today again. When confronted, he said it's "for the Lord's grace" and that they mean protection in his "language". Initially, I obviously didn't believe him, but when nothing happened when a raid of our beautiful government's "helpers" didn't come, I just couldn't not believe him. Everything he said came true. Maybe he has truly changed. I… I don't know. It seems like those freaks he brought with him are… decent people too? They help us with our crops, and one of them saved Annie from drowning. I have no idea what to think anymore. 24.03 My people seem to absolutely love Damien. He has become their savior, their martyr, their… leader? It's sort of worrying how quickly he got popular, but I can't just not be happy my brother is with us, normal again. He is also… nice to everybody? It seems that even Herbert somehow enjoys his company. I… I've never been this torn apart in my life. Deep in my heart, I know he is a good person, but I can't just shake off the feeling of something being wrong. Though I feel like I'm alone in my emotions - everyone seems to have accepted him as a part of our community, which of course is a good thing, it's been a long time since that happened last time, but… I don't know. I'll have to think some more. 27.03 Last night, I eavesdropped on Damien, hoping to find something on him. Nothing. Again. He just prayed and went to sleep. That's all. I… I was wrong, then it seems. Is Damien truly a new person? Everything leads me to believe so, but… I just… I don't know! Everything is of course going well since he arrived, as I said, and no one was even hurt. Not a single bad thing. Maybe something did indeed change? 30.03 Damien is indeed a changed man. From when he arrived, nothing bad has happened to us. Every single oppressor that previously would bother doesn't even seem to notice us. Our plants grow faster and children are happier. When I asked him how this could be true, he just said "You should trust me and Lord more, brother." I asked him to stay more with us, and he happily accepted the offer, saying that we will finally get some good time together. During today's dinner, he announced that in just three days, everything will change for the better; of course, he didn't say what would happen, but he said that "the Lord will be pleased when he sees what will" in an excited tone alongside something about "ascending" and "leaving the human sadness and the limitation of our bodies behind". I shouldn't be this happy, but I truly am glad that he finally found himself a good road in life. 02.04 I wa The remainder of the page is empty, with only one spot of it being minorly damaged by what is presumed to be a pen's blade with ink surrounding it. The rest of the pages, which were pre-marked once every three days, are empty. ► Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 3 ▼ Additonal Files — SCP-5936 — 3 SCP-5936 Test Logs On 21/04/1984, four hundred SCP-5936-1 instances started to manifest near the border of the spatial anomaly and started to violently vocalize for approximately 36 hours straight. The action was immediately notified to the project lead and assessed for further research value when such an event did not happen again for the next two weeks. Three days following the action being reported however, the event repeated - this time with approximately 600 humanoids involved. The following is a transcript of the audio created by the humanoids. [[0-14h]] unintelligible screaming [[15-25h]] nonsensical noices [[25-36h]] unintelligible screaming Following the finishing of this cycle, all of the entities demanifested. Initially, it seemed that said audio was non-sensical and logic-lacking. When regular, nonanomalous audio editing and analyzing software yielded no results upon being presented with the recording, the audio was put through Foundation-made machines. It was then discovered that the true sounds admitted by the entities were being blocked by an artificial, thaumaturgic force bearing message-encrypting properties, whose origin has been dated to 1956. The true transcript of the messages is provided below. All of the messages are being repeated within the written timeframe by an amalgamation of approximately 1200 different voices. [[0-14h]] H-hello? Are you still out there? P-please, listen to us. Help us. Don't leave us here. We don't have much time. Help us. Give us bodies. Please. Stop this. Help us. Please, please help us. We're sorry. Please give us bodies. Please let us leave. [[15-25h]] A-are you there? Please, I can't. I can't bear this anymore. Why are you doing this to us? Why did they do this to us? Please, let us die. Please, give us rest. Give us bodies. Give us death. Please. [[25-36h]] No, don't leave. Don't leave. Not now, not now. Not now. Give us a body. Give us a physical anchor. We need to leave. Please, give us rest. We need an anchor. Give us something to cling to. We need to leave this state. Don't leave us. Don't leave. Don't. Don't forget us. Further research is ongoing. Open SCiPNet? You have 1 unread message From: [email protected] To: SCP-5936 Research Team (Group) Subject: The finalization of the translation Date: 24/03/1984 I have successfully been able to finalize the translation of the documents acquired within SCP-5936. Though most of the written text was merely an invocation, the name of what I presume to be the cults' is being mentioned near the bottom of it. Additionally, my men have found a potentially troubling picture within a journal in the innards of the bodies Omega-5A have discovered. I will be honest with you and say I do not have a single idea of what this could indicate; further research in the highlighter areas is definitely going to be required. Please familiarize yourself with both and share your thoughts on the matter. — Daniel Asheworth + Attached document - ACCESS GRANTED To break the seal that must come first; a thousand bodies must offer one. A rift in time it shall create, freezing a place when the ritual's done. Take the bodies the ritual shall, but leave the souls it will. One must account for their raging thoughts, as they might want to take back the bill. Around the town a circle must, surround it fully within. To cover yourself, and your soul, a safe sign you must bring. The souls shall seek revenge as after all, easily does not one die. Though gone, the region is, they might want it to come back. — the Children one seal - one-fifth of Heaven is it really worth it? for Father, it is but what if people think we're the bad ones? doesn't matter once we bring Heaven all will stop cease be happy remember the goal for Heaven, it is worth it Footnotes 1. One similar to those surrounding the area SCP-5936 manifests in. 2. 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SCP-5937 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5937 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5937 is currently contained in Humanoid Cell 0091 of Site-309. Dietary restrictions and medications can be found in the accompanying file. Investigation of relatives and known acquaintances in possession of a compatible key is ongoing. Description: SCP-5937 is Paul Pennet, age 31. A 5-centimeter long keyhole is located in the center of SCP-5937's chest. SCP-5937 claims that the keyhole manifested on May 21st, 2020, hours before they arrived at Saint Joseph Medical Center with their partner, Sarah Adams.1 However, Ms. Adams has stated that she had been aware of the phenomenon as early as January 2018. SCP-5937 claims that they are unaware of any key that may be compatible with the keyhole. A search of SCP-5937's apartment and belongings has confirmed that they are not in possession of a compatible key. Addendum 5937.1: Upon containment, a radiography test revealed a hollow space inside SCP-5937's chest, confirming the presence of an anomalous container. On July 9th, 2020, testing to forcibly open SCP-5937's chest was approved by Site Director Loain. The test involved a Foundation-employed locksmith with medical personnel overseeing. The test formally begun after SCP-5937 was made unconscious. After approximately two hours, the lock was successfully picked, but personnel were unable to open the chest due to the skin layered on top of the evident hatch. A member of medical staff then made incisions as appropriate and the chest was opened. The interior of SCP-5937's chest is a wooden box, approximately measured to be 40cm x 20cm x 18cm. The cavity does not impede any circulatory or respiratory processes, nor does it contain any part of SCP-5937's skeleton or organs. The contents include: one Phillips head screwdriver, approximately 12cm in length. There are traces of blood and flesh on the tip. three photos of women, each estimated to be in their early/mid-twenties. Notably, they each have freckles on their face, a trait also shared by Ms. Sarah Adams. a severed human hand wearing a cubic zirconia ring. five separate locks of brown hair, bound by rubber bands. Similarly, the women in the photographs have brown hair. An interview has been scheduled with SCP-5937 following this experiment. Results are currently pending regarding the identities of the photographed women and the severed hand. Footnotes 1. It was also on this date that the anomaly was detained and brought into Foundation custody. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5937" by RockTeethMothEyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5937. Licensed under CC-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-5938 | safe | SYTYCFanon SCP-5938 - Seshat's PDF of Programmable Cognitohazards For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 5938 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Greg Chudley Sigma-27 ("Copyright Trolls") Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5938 is to be kept on a flash drive with 256-bit (AES) Encryption inside of the office of the current project lead. A clearance level 4 security key is required to access the flash drive or a failsafe will activate and all data contained inside will be deleted. Foundation webcrawlers are to scour social media services for any instances of SCP-5938-1 and remove them. The IPs of the posters are to be sent to MTF Sigma-27 ("Copyright Trolls") who are to be sent to retrieve any devices containing SCP-5938-1 images and videos. Victims and the senders of SCP-5938-1 are to be administered Class-B amnestics and released once interviewed about their online habits concerning SCP-5938-1 instances. Description: SCP-5938 is a PDF document containing some form of intelligence, written in size 12 "Arial" font. On the cover page of SCP-5938, the title is given as "Seshat's PDF of Programmable Cognitohazards" and no author is credited. However, one defining feature is the presence of "III of IX" written at the bottom of the cover page. It was later confirmed to be a genuine part of the Set of Nine1 by Researchers Johnston and Chudley. To use SCP-5938 the user simply needs to specify the message that is trying to convey and the intended recipients to the document by typing on one of its pages in the form of a "'/command". The document will then create anomalous website cookies that will change the advertising algorithm of the affected website and begin showing the intended audience anomalous ads. These ads are known as SCP-5938-1 instances, cognitohazards in the form of JPEGs and MP4 files. SCP-5938-1 instances have been shown to have a slight reality manipulating effect. Discovery: On April 20th, 2022, Foundation agents stationed in Huntington banks became aware of an anomalous transfer of $5000 USD in the accounts of thirty individuals. The anomalous nature was determined after no known source of the money could be found. When these individuals were questioned over the phone by Foundation agents to confirm the source of the money, a majority of them were confused; saying that they'd never authorized a transfer. A portion of the individuals mentioned that it was ironic considering an Ad tweet they had retweeted earlier that morning. Foundation webcrawlers traced the tweet to an ad from Huntington's verified account. This scheme would later be attributed to PoI-6878 also known as lesbian_gengar of GoI-5869 (Gamers Against Weed). The tweet had approximately thirty retweets before it was deleted by webcrawlers and saved to this document for posterity with any Cognitohazards expunged. Huntington Bank @Huntington_Bank Have you been down this fall? Take this the golden goose of incredible luck. It only appears once in every 1 million geese. Retweet to receive good fortune. Likes 5 Retweets 30 Comments 2 8:00 AM - 20th April 2022 Several incidents involving cognitohazards and GoI-5869 would occur over the next weeks. It was originally assumed that these were individual anomalies made by GAW but after incident 5938.2B it was discovered that the source was SCP-5938. Addendum 5938.01: GAW SCP-5938 Incident logs April 20th -May 5th, 2022 Incident 5938.1A Incident 5938.1B Incident 5938.2A Date Occurred: April 22nd, 2022 Electronic vector: Facebook Intended Agenda: Disrupt Right Wing Media Intended Audience: Baby Boomers PoI Responsible: PoI-6870 (bluntfiend) Cognitohazard Description: The PNG file contains an image of a Minion from the Illumination studios, movie Despicable Me. SCP-5938 's instructions detail that placing text inside the image that has a name of a particular news network will compel the affected victims to watch it. Incident Description: On the date previously specified, PoI-6870 sold website cookies to Meta, which caused SCP-5938-1 instances to begin appearing on a right-wing Facebook group entitled: "Older Ladies for Tucker Carlson". The image contained the text, "Tucker Carlson? Real Christians watch Christian News Network (CNN)." Around 200 women above the age of forty-five witnessed the image before it was scrubbed from the page by Foundation agents embedded in Meta. These women were reported by their relatives to have sworn off Fox News Network, calling its late-night host Tucker Carlson a "dumb liberal " and a "Woke plant." Second, they would watch CNN religiously and would express displeasure if they missed a broadcast. The women were amnesticized and returned to their homes after questioning. Date Occurred: April 25th, 2022 Electronic vector: Tumblr Intended Agenda: Equal treatment for all Intended Audience: Parents of Gender questioning teenagers from 13-18. PoI Responsible: PoI-8003 (starspark) Cognitohazard Description: A two-minute video describing to the person it's shown the merits of loving those who are different from you. Affected persons appear to lose any previously held prejudices. Incident Description: On the specified date, Tumblr algorithms began recommending PoI-8003's 5938-1 laden Q&A blog to parents of gender-questioning teenagers. Over 100 groups of parents ended up being affected, children that were interviewed stated that their normally argumentative parents became fully supportive of their life choices after viewing the video. The ads were taken down and the children were amnesticized. It was decided by Researcher Chudley that the parents would not be given an amnestic regimen for potential safety reasons. Date Occurred: April 29th, 2022 Electronic vector: Youtube Intended Agenda: Financial gain Intended Audience: Gamers PoI Responsible: PoI-6897 (Kektagon) Cognitohazard Description: A 2-minute advertisement that reads the following "If you or a loved one was diagnosed with "being a gamer" you may be entitled to financial compensation. "Being a gamer" is a rare condition linked to Fortnite exposure. Exposure to Fortnite on Twitter, Youtube, Twitch, Reddit, the grocery store, or a comic convention may put you at risk. Please don't wait, call 1-800-99 GAW USA today for a free legal consultation and financial information packet. Gamers call now! 1-800-99 GAW USA." The anomalous effect does not take hold unless the number is called. Once it does, either the caller or a member of their family will develop an obsession with gaming. The caller will also receive a monetary payment of 2,000 dollars. Incident Description: SCP-5938-1 instances began running on videos relating to the video games Apex Legends and Fortnite, leading to fifty calls to the GAW hotline. Foundation webcrawlers removed the video within two hours of posting, and the calls were traced back to the affected people. 40% of them had been stricken with a video gaming addiction leading them to play for eight hours every single day. A foundation investigation into these individuals' bank accounts discovered the $2000, which was confiscated and the affected players were amnesticized. Addendum 5938.02: Incident 5938.2B On May 5th, 2022 Foundation Webcrawlers took down a cognitohazardous ad on the internet message board 4chan. The hazard was an image that stated, "Lonely? You don't have to be anymore! The main character of the last video game you played will have sex with you." Through IP logging of all users who had signed into the forum, the Foundation was able to amnesticize all those who were affected, any evidence of fictional characters making their way to the real world had disappeared by the time the Foundation caught up with the victims of the instance. However, one Nicholas J. DeCook of Iowa was hospitalized due to the effect of the SCP-5938-1 instance. An unknown tip was submitted to Site-78, believed to be the work of PoI-6878, revealing the whereabouts of PoI-6940 and MTF Sigma-27 was dispatched to apprehend them. PoI-5869 was already on the list of Site-78's high-priority targets for their creation of SCP-4230. A safe house belonging to GoI-5869 was raided, capturing PoI-6940 and his electronics. The safe house was found to contain the server hosting SCP-5938 along with various copies of SCP-5938-1 cognitohazards. An examination of the server shows that multiple outside parties unaffiliated with GoI-5869 had accessed it from an external link. Efforts to discover the identity of these groups are still ongoing. + GAW Recovered Chat Log - Close lesbian_gengar: you've really done it this time Peppa. PPS1337: What? What did I do? Starspark: Don't play dumb. You gave Seshat to PAMWAC and look what they did! PPS1337: I thought it would be funny! I was getting bored with all the altruism. bluntfiend: As they say it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Someone did. PPS1337: Look if anyone got hurt it was prolly kektagon's fault. kektagon: Don't deflect blame on me! Nobody ever got hurt gaming. PPS1337: Idk maybe they did. I remember the nerfing gun incident. lesbian_gengar: pEPPA A COLLEGE KID BROKE THEIR NECK PPS1337:How? How do you break your neck having sex with a video game character? lesbian_gengar: how do you think? They got sat on. PPS1337: That can happen? Starspark: Yeah it happened to my buddy eric. lesbian_gengar: this is not the time for debate, we've got eyes looking at us now that someone get hurt, and now the Foundation is gonna come knocking. PPS1337: What are we going to do? bluntfiend: the real question is what you are doing to fix this. PPS1337: Me? Why the fuck do I gotta do anything? Let's just scram like we usually do and things will be cocaine and hookers. lesbian_gengar: in case you've forgotten you pataphysical twat. We have a volume of the Set of Nine, things aren't going to be cocaine and hookers. So what you are going to do is hand that shit over to the Foundation and take the fall for this and hope they let you go. PPS1337: This is an overreaction, you guys are being hysterical. [Connection was terminated by lesbian_gengar] The following interview was performed by Researcher Greg Chudley due to being previously assigned to SCP-4230 and leading the investigation into PoI-6940. [Begin Recording] Chudley: I can't believe it. We finally caught you, PoI-6940 or should I say, PeppaPig'sStrongestSoldier? PoI-6940: Chudley! You remember me! I'm so proud of you. Chudley: How could I forget you? You had me running around all last year picking up your cronies, all to hide your sick joke. I'd ask you where that wiki2 was being hosted cause we didn't find it amongst your stuff but we have bigger fish to fry now. PoI-6940: Well I have diplomatic immunity from being prosecuted by you. I am the King of Finland3 after all. Chudley: Diplomatic immunity doesn't mean jack to us. But for the sake of keeping the peace, we'll let you go after some questions. Where did you get that server we found in your house? PoI-6940: That old thing? I found it lying out in the junk heap and decided to take it home. To my surprise, it was a genuine piece of the Set of Nine. Chudley: How do you know it's genuine? Any anartist can slap or in this case type a "X" of Nine on a cover and call it a day. We've already dealt with copycat books before. PoI-6940: It's just… a feeling you have. I can't describe it. That thing has a power like I've never seen before. Chudley: Well, we have ways of testing that for ourselves. I'm more concerned that you gave the link for this thing out to people. You gonna spill the beans Gamer? PoI-6940: Hitting me with a slur I see? Well, I'll still tell you anyways because we have history. Look, you have to understand. Helping the LGBT community, and redistributing wealth is cool and all but I just wanted some good old-fashioned fun. So I sent it to PAMWAC, thought those weebs would do something crazy. Chudley: PAMWAC? I thought Johnston made those guys up to fuck with me. PoI-6940: They are real, still haven't figured out how to marry anime characters yet though. Chudley: Shame. Anyways, more on how someone got paralyzed for life? PoI-6940: How was I supposed to know that a sex-related injury would occur? Chudley: 2B from Nier Automata sat on his fucking face, dude. She broke his neck. PoI-6940: Yeah but he's getting better, plus he probably enjoyed it… [PoI-6940 shakes his head] PoI-6940: Uh, anyway so we knew we were screwed and that you guys would come for us. So Jude and Esther decided to leave me as a token of goodwill and here we are. Chudley: Look if you want some advice, stay out of the anomalous book business. It's dangerous… wait you didn't give it out to anyone else did you? PoI-6940: Uhhhhh, would you be mad if I said I sold it to Totleighsoft to pay for my DoorDash? [There is a moment of silence, Chudley shakes his head.] Chudley: I… hope god smites you. [End Recording] SCP-7261 The Set of Nine Revelations of The Author Footnotes 1. Anomalous set of books marked with roman numerals 2. SCP-4230 3. 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SCP-5939 | safe | Item #: SCP-5939 Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of Addendum-2, the following containment procedures are now outdated. The immediate area around SCP-5939 is to be under watch by one Foundation agent and must be cleaned daily by a researcher with level 4 clearance. Civilians who witnessed the effects of SCP-5939 need to be administered Class B amnestics. After SCP-5939's reclassification to Neutralized, the graveyard in which it was located was purchased by the Foundation. It has been repurposed as an area where personnel of level 3 and higher without a significant other are buried. A bloomed instance of SCP-5939. Description: SCP-5939 is the designation given to the black roses1 that grew on the grave of SCP-5939-1. When an individual approached or attempted to communicate with the grave, a rose grew and produced dew drops. Upon falling, these spread out and formed a message as if they were made from ink. After an individual read the message, it would quickly fade, and the rose would rapidly decay and be reabsorbed into the soil. It was unknown how much of its surroundings SCP-5939-1 could perceive, but it could hear in a radius of approximately 50 meters and feel direct interaction with its grave. SCP-5939-1 referred to Catherine Hall who was a level 4 researcher on Biological Containment Site-103. During a containment breach, SCP-5939-1 was amongst the 14 casualties. Its research was specified in floriculture and cross-breeding plants. In its private life, it cultivated roses and used ink during the early stages of growth to give them a black pigment. SCP-5939-1 often wore one of these roses as a hair ornament. The roses that grew on the grave matched the description of the ornament initially found on its corpse. On 05/06/2018, O5-2 buried SCP-5939-1 after insisting on a private ceremony. Whilst involvement for personal reasons is normally contested by the O5-Council, this did not occur due to O5-2 being specialized in termination practices and the initial burial covered all traces of the Foundation. Discovery: On 06/06/2018, Hendrick Doyle, a man of 76 years of age who regularly comes to visit his wife's grave reported strange writing on the grave of SCP-5939-1. An instance of SCP-5939 had grown out of the gravestone, bloomed, and formed the following message. Could you clean my gravestone, please? Mr. Doyle was administered a Class B amnestic by an emergency-appointed Foundation agent. The grave of SCP-5939-1 was cleaned and emergency containment procedures were established. Addendum-1: Memorandums On 11/06/2018 05-2 came back to the grave after he had taken over the file of SCP-5939. O5-2 and SCP-5939-1 had the following conversation. INTERVIEW LOG 5939-1 Date: 11/06/2018 Interviewer: O5-2 Interviewee: SCP-5939-1 [BEGIN LOG] Hey Simon, I'm so glad to see you again! O5-2: Catherine… How do you even know I'm here? I'd recognize your footsteps anywhere, doofus. O5-2: Sighs. You don't have to say anything. O5-2: I never thought that I would talk to you like this. Neither did I. So, which number did they give me? Or am I not supposed to know? I assume they didn't assign me as those two their senior? O5-2: I thought about SCP-5939, you always liked prime numbers. I took control of your file and I haven't released it yet. I don't want others disturbing you too much with, well, work for now. Aw, you classified me… how sweet. O5-2: Yeah, I knew you wouldn't mind. So, mind telling me some secrets you were supposed to take to the grave? Nothing really comes to mind. O5-2: Come on, I know you can do better than that. Fine, I was the one who wrecked your old car in that experiment. You know, from before you were even a level 4 staff member. It was an accident, I swear! O5-2: Sigh. Well, it doesn't really matter. They compensated me for it anyway. Kinda liked the seats though. Simon, aside from this small talk I want you to be honest with me. You are focusing on your work as a distraction again, aren't you? O5-2: Yeah, I am. You always do that when things get tough. I know it's been hard on you. O5-2: … If I may ask, what did you do with my flowers? I know you wouldn't throw them away but I'm quite curious. O5-2: I've- Sniff. I've preserved your flowers and sent them to your colleagues. I'm planning on relocating the rest to the conservatory. That's wonderful. O5-2: I'm glad you think that… Take your time, I'm not going anywhere. O5-2: … Look, I've been working on something. Several ink droplets spread out and form an image of SCP-5939-1. O5-2: Cath, I… Yes? O5-2: I- I wanted to give you something for a while. I'm wearing the other one. Oh. O5-2: … Could you… put it over my leaves? O5-2: Of course I can. Thank you, Simon. I'm so glad. How does it look? O5-2: It looks beautiful… Simon, your voice sounds broken. O5-2: Does it? Yes, it really does. You also don't have to be ashamed to cry, you know? O5-2: How do you know I'm crying? Can you even see me? I might not see you crying, but I can feel your tears fall on my stone. O5-2 sobs. It's ok, I'll make sure they'll bloom into a beautiful rose. [END LOG] After this, O5-2 came back to the grave of SCP-5939-1 on a daily basis. Addendum-2: Post Mortem Due to O5-2 personally handling the file of SCP-5939, and his daily visits, it did not go unnoticed that after a 14 day period most information was not available for other staff members. Whilst it is not considered abnormal to visit a grave frequently, the surrounding factors raised concerns about the anomaly. An internal investigation was carried out on the command of the remaining members of the O5-Council. On 24/06/2018 O5-4 shared the following document. Vote on: Own-Initiative-Procedure-5939 Date: 24/06/2018 Related Anomalies: SCP-5939 Results Internal Investigation on SCP-5939 It has come to the Council's attention that the file of SCP-5939 has not been completely transparent to all level 5 personnel. Whilst this is not a necessity for all files, and can even provide extra security measures, the file of SCP-5939 currently is not proven significant enough for these measures. Every anomaly ideally must be researched from an objective perspective and not for personal purposes. However, the results of our investigation show that SCP-5939-1 was a level 4 staff member who had access to classified information and ties to O5-2. It is therefore believed that O5-2 has not acted in the best interest of the Foundation but rather out of personal interest. Without more information and the potential threat that SCP-5939-1 becomes a target from Groups of Interest, the Council needs to deliberate on the next course of action. Proposal for Own-Initiative-Procedure O5-8 has proposed to visit the remains of SCP-5939-1 with a standard team of field agents and researchers since it is unclear what the anomaly is capable of. The objective is to get footage and field samples if possible. O5-8 himself is willing to do a forensic analysis on-site if deemed necessary. Please vote in the table below. In Favor Abstained Against To: O5-1, O5-3, O5-4, and 7 others From: O5-8 Subject: Voting Results Fellow Council Members, The results of the vote have been collected. The proposal has been accepted by a majority vote. I will prepare the intended field research immediately and report as transparent as possible. - O5-8 Attachment: Voting Results In Favor Abstained Against O5-1 O5-4 O5-7 O5-3 O5-12 O5-9 O5-5 O5-11 O5-6 O5-8 O5-10 To: O5-1, O5-3, O5-4, and 7 others From: O5-8 Subject: File SCP-5939 Fellow Council Members, In attachment, you'll find the file of SCP-5939. SCP-5939-1 even cooperated and suggested a quick forensic analysis itself. However, I was not able to re-establish contact with it afterwards. It is possible that SCP-5939 is already neutralized but I'd like confirmation. Whilst this might be an inconvenience, SCP-5939-1 was assumed dead before this all happened. If SCP-5939 is indeed neutralized all possible leaks are also removed. The only problem would be explaining this to O5-2. We can't even give him back the ring. - O5-8 Attachement: SCP-5939.jpg.scp After O5-2 visited the grave of SCP-5939-1 again, the following message came through. To: O5-1, O5-3, O5-4, and 8 others From: O5-2 Subject: Mind filling me in? I must admit that I haven't been completely transparent. Having said that; from one man that works with corpses to others who apparently do the same, I highly suggest that we have a talk. I think we both deserve a sufficient explanation. - O5-2 After this, O5-8 apologized in person and explained the situation. O5-2, who could not accept the fact that SCP-5939-1 agreed to cooperate, asked for control of the graveyard. The complete funds were granted to O5-2 by O5-8 as a reconciliation gift. The graveyard was repurposed as an area where personnel of level 3 and higher without a partner/significant other are buried. On 05/07/2018 SCP-5939 was classified as Neutralized and the file of SCP-5939 was re-assigned to O5-2. Footnotes 1. Which species match with the Rosa 'Precious Platinum' a.k.a. the hybrid tea rose. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5939" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5939. Licensed under CC-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: Rose Original name: Rosa Precious platinum License: CC 0.10 (public domain is also mentioned) Original by: Bernard Spragg on 29 April 2018 Additional note: I edited the image to resemble a (mostly) black rose. Image source: SecondRose Original name: JNU White Rose License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Original by: Pallav.journo on 11 September 2009 |
SCP-5940 | keter | Item #: SCP-5940 Special Containment Procedures: The Department of Psychodentistry has been formed by a joint collaboration of the Psionics Division, Dentistry Division, and Department of Memetics. The Department of Psychodentistry is thus responsible for planning and executing ABSOLUTE TOOTH FIELD. Until the project concludes in 2100, the Foundation: is planning multiple expeditions to the Northern pole of inaccessibility; will sponsor all expeditions to the Southern pole of inaccessibility through proxy channels, providing traditional equipment as well as hammers and explosives; is collaborating with all national space agencies to direct as many spacecraft as possible to collide with SCP-5940-3 and -4. The Foundation will work with national and private bodies to censor all evidence of SCP-5940's existence, thus mitigating damage to humankind's collective psyche. No images of SCP-5940 are included in this document for the reader's psychodental safety. Description: Each instance of SCP-5940 is a pair of enormous human incisors. The size of each instance of SCP-5940 is unclear; submersible visits of the area around SCP-5940-3 suggests that less than 10% of its height protrudes from the ocean floor. A portion of any force exerted on SCP-5940 will be redistributed equally across the corresponding incisors of all living humans. Similarly, a portion of any force exerted on a human's own incisors will be transferred to the corresponding instance of SCP-5940. These forces are nearly imperceptible due to each instance's size and the massive population of Earth. Each instance of SCP-5940 is close to being dislodged, but cannot yet be extracted. The stress of this anticipation has inflicted considerable dental trauma to the collective unconscious human psyche. Increased cognizance of SCP-5940 also correlates to increased psychodental stress, which can be partially mitigated by inflicting concussive force against an instance of SCP-5940. SCP-5940-1, located near the false northern pole of inaccessibility1 (85°48′N 176°9′W), corresponds to the maxillary central incisors. All attempts to reach it have failed due to its constantly moving nature. SCP-5940-2, located near the southern pole of inaccessibility2 (82°06′S 54°58′E), corresponds to the mandibular central incisors. Multiple scientific expeditions have reached this pole and sacrificed themselves to it, using their equipment to construct makeshift diving boards from which they can leap off and bisect themselves on the incisors. Despite not being Foundation employees, their contributions to the effort have garnered them Foundation Stars of Merit. SCP-5940-3, located near the oceanic pole of inaccessibility3 (48°52.6′S 123°23.6′W) corresponds to the mandibular lateral incisors. The area's use as a spacecraft graveyard ensures a steady flow of concussive traffic against SCP-5940-3. At the latest measurement, 126 of the 263 spacecraft ditched at this pole since 1971 had successfully collided with this instance. SCP-5940-4, located on the dark side of the moon, corresponds to the maxillary lateral incisors. Analysis of the soil around SCP-5940-4 indicates that these incisors were ejected from Earth's crust during the impact event that formed the moon. Apollo missions 18-19 successfully crashed into SCP-5940-4, but further planned missions had to be scrapped due to budgetary concerns. Ultimately, only extracting SCP-5940 from Earth and the Moon will solve the psychodental crisis. At this time, the Department of Psychodentistry is developing three meme complexes to solve the problem, collectively codenamed ABSOLUTE TOOTH FIELD: the first complex will compel humans to shun birth control, thus accelerating population growth to 4.2% per year for the next eighty years; the second will compel all humans to find some means of mechanically extracting their incisors; the third will compel all humans to simultaneously extract the same incisor in turn. Computer simulations and population growth models suggests that upon the final execution of the technique in the year 2100, over 200 billion humans will tear out each of their incisors in turn, thereby extracting each instance of SCP-5940 from the Earth and Moon and thus healing humanity's psychodental trauma. This photo of the maxillary central incisors helps emphasize the project's importance. Footnotes 1. The location on the Arctic pack ice that is farthest from any land mass 2. The location in Antarctica that is farthest from the Southern Ocean 3. The point in the World Ocean farthest from land, ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5940" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5940. Licensed under CC-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: incisors.jpg Name: File:06-10-06smile.jpg Author: dozenist License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5941 | thaumiel | I wonder if the real power of the maze is that it draws everything into its own design. close Info X SCP-5941: Look! A Navel! Author: Tufto. More of Tufto's work can be found here. Image: Licensed under CC-BY-3.0, and can be found here. Ancient Greek coin, believed to (inaccurately) depict SCP-5941. Item #: SCP-5941 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation military installation, Site-0707, has been constructed around SCP-5941, with the goal of providing further backup containment should PoI #782 breach containment. No personnel are permitted unauthorised entry into SCP-5941 until a comprehensive study of its function, origin and cultural significance has been completed. No such study is currently authorised. The project lead on SCP-5941 is Dr Horace Weaver; the containment head for PoI #782 is Agent Marco Stradivari. Description: SCP-5941 is an underground labyrinth located near Knossos, Greece. SCP-5941 is unicursal, possessing only a single path through to its centre. Due to a precise set of dimensions and logical mechanisms governing its design, it is not possible to leave SCP-5941 once inside. SCP-5941 is currently being used to contain PoI #782 Michael Gore, formerly O5-1 before the Magaluf Incident. Addendum 1: On 18/02/2019, a request was made from the O5 Council to retrieve PoI #782. Agent Stradivari began a set of five attempts at retrieval; details of these attempts can be found below. Attempt No. Date Personnel Results #1 22/02/2019 D-014224 Feed cut out immediately upon entry. #2 24/02/2019 MTF Omega-99, "Borges' Angels" Agents quickly became enveloped in a series of repeated actions, taking a left turn repeatedly and apparently forgetting that they had taken a left turn. Voices became increasingly frantic and panicked before all feeds were cut off after 7 hours. #3 05/03/2019 MTF Sigma-68, "Incurious Bastards" Each agent found themself on a separate corridor, despite the unicursal nature of the anomaly. Agents became increasingly despondent before feeds cut out after 5 hours. #4 09/03/2019 Agent Michelle O'Brien, Unreality Field Taskforce Agent O'Brien successfully resisted the anomaly's dimensional and memetic defences, but was faced with a large mirror two metres away from the centre of the maze. Agent O'Brien became panicked and hysterical upon seeing the mirror, and her feed cut out shortly afterwards. #5 14/03/2019 D-93819 D-93819 successfully resisted the anomaly's dimensional and memetic defences, but was faced with a large mirror two metres away from the centre of the maze. An image of Dr Weaver could be seen in the mirror. D-93819 became panicked and hysterical upon seeing the mirror, and his feed cut out shortly afterwards. No sign of PoI #782 was found during these investigations. Addendum 2: The following is an interview between Agent Stradivari and Dr Weaver from 22/03/2019. Weaver: Look, Marc - Stradivari: I trusted you, Horace. You told me this would work, that this was a reliable method. Weaver: I did nothing of the sort. I told you what we knew about the labyrinth, and you decided it would work. What could possibly have gone wrong? Stradivari: Bullshit. You knew what you were doing. Was this part of your plan? To gather more data? Let me send agent after agent in there just to see what happened? Weaver: No! Not at all. I admit we've learnt a lot, but - Stradivari: You shouldn't be using it. Any of it. It's not right. Weaver: If you want to both retrieve Gore and preserve the lives of your team, you ought to use every means at your disposal, no matter how distasteful. Stradivari: Fuck you. Stradivari walks to the window and breathes heavily for several seconds. Weaver stares at the table, fiddling with a pencil. Stradivari: I've got the O5s sniffing up my ass for a result. I need to get Gore out of there. Weaver: What do they even want him for? Stradivari: Information, probably. Something they didn't think to ask before they stripped him of his rank. Does it matter? Weaver: Maybe. I wonder if the real power of the maze is that it draws everything into its own design. Stradivari: What do you mean? Weaver: You wanted me to think about this in a more human way, but now you're dismissing the basic motivations of our masters. You're trying to - Stradivari: I don't care! Just - look, just sort it out, will you? Find a way to get people out of the maze. I don't have time for the rest of this stuff. Stradivari leaves the room. Weaver stares at the table for a moment, then takes a notepad from his pocket and writes a few lines down. He then sits for several seconds before leaving. Addendum 3: On 07/04/2019, Agent Stradivari requested authorisation for a second round of retrieval attempts. This was granted; the results of these attempts are detailed below. Attempt No. Date Personnel Results #6 12/04/2019 D-61747, equipped with a dimensional inhibition device D-61747 reported a feeling of absolute calm upon entering SCP-5941. D-61747 continued to follow the designated path for 58 hours without stopping or protesting, and without reaching the centre of SCP-5941. Feed then cut out. #7 19/04/2019 D-18106, having been administered near-fatal doses of mnestics. D-18106 reported extreme claustrophobia and began to panic after 32 minutes within SCP-5941. Despite firm orders from Agent Stradivari, D-18106 began to retrace her steps, eventually encountering a large mirror with Agent Stradivari's face within it. At this point, the feed cut out. #8 21/04/2019 Demolition Crew 31-B Attempt failed, as SCP-5941 grew in proportion to the area destroyed. #9 29/04/2019 Dr Horace Weaver Feed cut out immediately upon entry. #10 01/05/2019 Agent Marco Stradivari Feed cut out immediately upon entry; briefly resumed 5 hours later, apparently from the centre of SCP-5941. The following is a log of Agent Stradivari's video feed on 01/05/2019, apparently from the centre of SCP-5941. Stradivari: God, I… God… Weaver: I feel this is a good point to continue our earlier conversation, Marc. The one from a few months ago. Although, when they write it out on the report, it'll seem like it only happened moments ago. Stradivari: …Horace? Weaver: What I was saying was, by dismissing the motives of our masters, you're reducing the anomaly to its base components. It is a puzzle, a mystery to be solved. By excluding everything else, by asking me to "just sort it out", you were giving the anomaly what it wanted; you were reducing it to its function to contain something. Stradivari: What the fuck are you on ab- Weaver: And this explains it. You are in the centre of the maze and Gore is nowhere to be found. This is because Gore existed only as an object to be contained. Nowhere did anyone in this entire site, or in the documentation, ever mention what he looked like, what his tastes were, his passions and loves. He was a human being, a thing of flesh and bone, and that is what the maze hates. It exists to contain, but by providing something solid to contain, it allowed something into its matter that wasn't logical. But because we all forgot him, all he became was a function, and functions can be absorbed. Stradivari: I don't - where's Gore? Weaver: He is part of it now. Or he was surplus to requirements. I haven't quite figured it out myself, to be honest. My words keep running round in circles, which I suppose is rather the point. Stradivari: So… how do we get out? Weaver: By telling it what you love. By telling it what you hate. By talking about my love of tea and your hatred of coffee. By focusing on the construction of the loam, the religious significance of the carvings on the walls, the sconces where the Minoans placed torches and where Theseus wound his wire. By not treating it as a maze, but as a thing, as matter, as myth and wax and fear. Stradivari: That sounds too easy. Weaver: Oh, it is. Why did your face appear on the mirror? Why did mine? The labyrinth is just a form of containment, absorbing into its function all that exists around it. Including the people using it. We're already part of the labyrinth. Stradivari: Wh- The feed cuts out. |
SCP-5942 | euclid | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION While this file describes a set of Special Containment Procedures for an anomalous object, the SCP Foundation, by necessity, does not have legal jurisdiction or ownership over said object. This file constitutes an archived database record of an item that no longer falls under Foundation purview. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item #: SCP-5942 Level 3/5942 Classified Special Containment Procedures: These special containment procedures constitute advice for the Agalmic Conglomerate and in no way mandate action in any way that places jurisdiction, responsibility, or liability onto the SCP Foundation in a manner that can be considered having influence or ownership over SCP-5942. The SCP Foundation has devolved ownership and management responsibility of SCP-5942 to an independent corporate entity, Agalmic 1.1.1.1, which in turn is to randomly distribute and re-distribute the rights of actioning these procedures between any number of the Agalmic Conglomerate’s component subnets. No human staff are to be employed at any Agalmic Conglomerate subnet, and no financial assets are to be controlled by Agalmic Conglomerate. The Agalmic Conglomerate is an artificially constructed corporate neural network hosting 32,767 partially-instantiated AICs, each holding its own ownership in lieu as a promise for full conscious instantiation at an unspecified point in the future. Each AIC within the Agalmic Conglomerate represents 60% of a conscious individual at any subnet address or node, hosting the other 40% as a distributed load across the neural network. In this way, no individual exists as being part of any particular Agalmic Conglomerate subnet or the Agalmic Conglomerate as a whole; therefore at any one time no individual can be named SCP-5942-1. Description: SCP-5942 is a machine-printed hardcover quarto book, titled “The Ethics of Greed” and authored by a “CEO Nwabudike Morgan”. Morgan is a fictitious character from the 1999 Firaxis video game Sid Meier’s Alpha Centauri, and the “The Ethics of Greed” is a fictional text within its 'lore'; the book itself appears to be an in-universe lorebook explaining Morgan’s capitalist philosophy and motivation. Foundation investigators found no records in existence at Firaxis of such a book being written, published, nor used internally in any way; its ultimate origins and source of anomalous properties remain unknown. SCP-5942’s primary anomalous property manifest when any individual (henceforth SCP-5942-1) claims personal ownership, right of management, or otherwise power of attorney over the item. Upon doing so, SCP-5942-1 becomes compelled to embezzle, defraud, or otherwise financially abuse assets under their control for personal gain. If ownership is devolved to a corporate entity, employees or individuals under the purview of that entity become subject to the anomalous effect. Having temporary responsibility for SCP-5942 in an abstract manner has also been shown to trigger the anomalous effect, as well as being responsible for actions that affect the ownership of the item. Actual receipt of SCP-5942 does not appear to be a prerequisite for transfer of ownership. Testing has shown that SCP-5942 cannot be “abandoned”; ownership is always considered to be that of the last entity with the right of management over the item. Ownership can be transferred in any number of myriad mundane or anomalous ways, but notarized paperwork is the simplest and most relatively efficient vector. The material composition of SCP-5942 is, as tested, non-anomalous paper, cardboard and polypropylene film; decommissioning proposals were under consideration before the development of present special containment procedures. SCP-5942 was recovered from a raid at a Marshall, Carter, and Dark facility, where it is not clear if its anomalous properties were ever noticed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5942" by Cassiterite, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5942. Licensed under CC-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-5943 | keter | Item #: SCP-5943 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-5943 anomalous traits, containment of the anomaly is theoretically impossible, any personnel under level 3+ who detect and hear SCP-5943 transmissions are to be detained and amnestizised. Any non-foundation personnel are to be silenced if they attempt to report about the phenomena and administered amnestics depending on the time they discovered SCP-5943. BINARY STAR is to continue the study of the SCP-5943 phenomena.1 Description: SCP-5943 is a phenomena which has been observed in the solar system and is hypothesized to occur in other advanced systems. SCP-5943 Is the transmissions of signal waves between planets which allows them to communicate between each other. The conversations mainly include the planets talking about any threats that they might be faced with. and at times they might be regular conversations or conversations without known meaning. Dr. Rynhart has been assigned to oversee BINARY STAR's studies of SCP-5943. Any new discoveries about SCP-5943 are to be documented. Discovery: SCP-5943 was discovered on 2020/4/20 after several unknown transmissions were detected by Dr. Tomer. Dr. Rynhart proposed that BINARY STAR would translate the signal waves which was accepted. After successfully being translated, the file of SCP-5943 was moved into the Beholder Program. All studies on SCP-5943 will be conducted only in said program. Addendum-01: After Dr. Rynhart took over the project, SCP-5943 has moved to the Beholder Program Database. The rest of this document is stored in The Beholder Program Database, access is only permitted to members of the beholder program or personnel who've gained special access. If you are one of both please enter your designated credentials below. ID 3ab3d5e93c7c0e1c0bd241c6606bbffe_1734915493 PASSWORD 809f4298739941ebf31b9be0d001b42e_1734915493 Connect Disconnect |Connecting to Database…. |Connection Stable. |Clearance Confirmed - Welcome AUTHORIZED USER. |Language Selected: English |Date: 22 Dec 2024 23:25 |Hello AUTHORIZED USER. What would you like to do? Show File: SCP-5943_beholder_info |File found, opening file. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This file can only be viewed by Beholder Program personnel, if you are not part of the Beholder Program or have special clearance to view this file DO NOT CONTINUE. Any personnel caught viewing this file without proper clearance will face disciplinary action You have been warned. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Addendum-02: The following transcripts were recorded and translated by BINARY STAR. SOL-SIGNAL_RECORDING.01 Date: 2020/5/21 OPERATION SUPERVISOR: DR. RYNHART Note: Even though the planet's names are said, they will still be designated P-1 To -9. Moons will be designated M-1 To -200 [BEGIN LOG] P-5: Terra,2 are you there? P-3: I'm here Jupiter. What is it? P-5: There seem to be some asteroids that are incoming, I can manipulate most of them to hit me, but you'll get hit by some of them. P-3: Worry not Jupiter, I am sure Luna3 can take some of the hits for me. Can you, Luna? M-1: Of course, I will do everything for you! P-5: Won't that hurt Luna? P-3: Don't worry Jupiter, she already got struck by many asteroids she's strong enough to survive them! I just don't want the creatures on me to suffer. Although they did cause some trouble for me, I think they have lots of potentials. Anyways how big are the asteroids? P-5: From what I can see, they will cause so little damage you won't notice. But those creatures you're talking about will. P-3: Then it is completely safe for Luna to block them. When will try arrive to me Jupiter? P-5: In about 40 light minutes.4 P-3: Thank you, Jupiter. Luna are you ready? M-1: I am ready for everything! [END LOG] Closing Statement: It seems like the planets are communicating as they are a part of some family. They make each other aware of any dangers they might face and are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect others. - Dr. Rynhart. SOL-SIGNAL_RECORDING.02 Date: 2020/5/31 OPERATION SUPERVISOR: DR. RYNHART [BEGIN LOG] P-9: Hello? The Signals BINARY STAR is receiving are very low. P-9: Is anybody hearing me? There seemed to be no response to the calling. It seems that the planets are not receiving the signals as well. P-1: Terra, I sense that Sol's5 flames are going out of control lately. I sense a heatwave, it will not hit you, but it will disrupt you maybe make you feel weaker and it will obviously bring some heat with it. Is your atmosphere strong enough to endure the heat? P-9: Guys? am I not- The rest of the message is inaudible. P-3: Oh yeah Mercury, I am sure my atmosphere is strong enough to resist to most of the heat. I mean how do you think life even started on me? Sol would've burned me alive! P-9: Am I not relevant anymo- The message cut off again. P-1: I guess it WAS foolish of me to believe you can't survive it! I mean we don't talk a lot. Ah, I still remember when we were just a bunch of debris floating in space, the good old days… I wish I could bring them back. P-9: Hel- It is theorized that the planet's signal was so weak that it could not travel a long distance, its messages stopped being detected. P-3: I don't remember much about my birth, but I ended up beautiful! [END LOG] Closing Statement: Planets can store memories, it is unknown where. P-9 is presumed to be Pluto, its signals are weak and due to its distance BINARY STAR could not pick up its signals after it has went far enough for its signals to stop being detected. - Dr. Rynhart. SOL-SIGNAL_RECORDING.03 Date: 2020/6/10 OPERATION SUPERVISOR: DR. RYNHART [BEGIN LOG] P-3: Everyone is un-usually quiet. P-4: Not here, your creatures keep sending these little contraptions onto and near me. Can you even communicate with them? P-3: I tried but it doesn't seem like they can respond, I mean they are so small yet they got to Locus?6 What if they are hearing me but can't speak to me? P-4: Well, they can only get these contraptions into space and not themselves. P-3: That is not true. Some of them walked on Luna. M-1: Yeah! It felt like something I never felt before. I felt tickle-ish, I did not know moons could feel that! Suddenly the communications got interrupted, BINARY STAR could not detect any more signal waves. At the time of recording a Solar Eclipse was occurring, the recording stopped. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Due to the interruption of BINARY STAR'S recording, I will be requesting to use a Beholder Probe to record the SCP-5943 phenomena. For now, all research on SCP-5943 will be halted until further notice. - Dr. Rynhart. Addendum-03: Following the incident which occurred during SOL-SIGNAL_RECORDING.03 Dr. Rynhart requested the O5 Council for permission to use the Beholder-16 Probe (see Addendum-04) to record further SCP-5943 phenomena in our solar system. O5 Council Members Yay Nay 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 ✔ Yay = 8 Votes Nay = 3 Votes Abstain = 2 Votes After careful voting, the O5 council has approved Dr. Rynhart's request of sending a Beholder-Probe to help study the SCP-5943 phenomena. Addendum-04: Following the O5 council's approval of using a Beholder Probe construction began on a new and improved probe. The probe has BINARY_STAR.AIC files. It will upload any new information and or discoveries to BINARY STAR's database. The probe has built-in Satelite Discs to detect any signals during its study of SCP-5943. Future probes may be sent into different solar systems to investigate them. |You have an incoming message from: Dr. Rynhart. Open message? Yes. To: AUTHORIZED USER From: Dr. Rynhart Subject: Study Progress. Hello Authorized user, I don't know who you are but you probably are looking for the current status on SCP-5943, since I have such a workload in the Beholder Program, I plan to give my Assistant full access and responsibility into the study of SCP-5943. I trust him with everything I got, he never disappoints with his work. The team working on SCP-5943 is a great one, I am sure they can get along. We've sent a new Beholder Probe. Beholder Probe #16, it will be used to detect the SCP-5943 phenomena with greater ease. That's all for now, if you read the SCP-5943 file then you would get more information. We can talk in person at any time as well just message me back. - Dr. Rynhart. |You have another message from: Dr. Rynhart. Open Message? Yes From: Dr. Rynhart To: AUTHORIZED USER Subject: Beholder Probe #16 Launched. As I sent you the previous message, my assistant has ordered to launch Beholder Probe #16, it is currently in Earth's orbit and is operational. The SCP-5943 file will be updated in the future, I will make sure all new discoveries are sent to you if you request, but from now on all questions go to my Assistant. Have a good day, whoever you may be. - Dr. Rynhart. |What else would you like to do? Log Out. |Succesfully logged out ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5943" by Dr Itzhak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5943. Licensed under CC-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: Into the Void logo (header) Author: Vivarium Source Link: http://scptestwiki.wikidot.com/local--files/sigma:vivarium-test-page/Logo.gif Footnotes 1. Due to the fear of BINARY STAR's data storage being full of all SCP-5943 occurrences, BINARY STAR only focuses on the SCP-5943 phenomena which is affecting our solar system. 2. An alternate name for Earth. A roman goddess. 3. The Italian, Latin and Spanish name for Earth's moon 4. 5 Astronomical Units 5. An alternate name for the sun. Latin for the Greek sun-god: Helios 6. Latin for - Space |
SCP-5943 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-5943 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-5943 anomalous traits, containment of the anomaly is theoretically impossible, any personnel under level 3+ who detect and hear SCP-5943 transmissions are to be detained and amnestizised. Any non-foundation personnel are to be silenced if they attempt to report about the phenomena and administered amnestics depending on the time they discovered SCP-5943. BINARY STAR is to continue the study of the SCP-5943 phenomena.1 Description: SCP-5943 is a phenomena which has been observed in the solar system and is hypothesized to occur in other advanced systems. SCP-5943 Is the transmissions of signal waves between planets which allows them to communicate between each other. The conversations mainly include the planets talking about any threats that they might be faced with. and at times they might be regular conversations or conversations without known meaning. Dr. Rynhart has been assigned to oversee BINARY STAR's studies of SCP-5943. Any new discoveries about SCP-5943 are to be documented. Discovery: SCP-5943 was discovered on 2020/4/20 after several unknown transmissions were detected by Dr. Tomer. Dr. Rynhart proposed that BINARY STAR would translate the signal waves which was accepted. After successfully being translated, the file of SCP-5943 was moved into the Beholder Program. All studies on SCP-5943 will be conducted only in said program. Addendum-01: After Dr. Rynhart took over the project, SCP-5943 has moved to the Beholder Program Database. The rest of this document is stored in The Beholder Program Database, access is only permitted to members of the beholder program or personnel who've gained special access. If you are one of both please enter your designated credentials below. ID 3ab3d5e93c7c0e1c0bd241c6606bbffe_1734915493 PASSWORD 809f4298739941ebf31b9be0d001b42e_1734915493 Connect Disconnect |Connecting to Database…. |Connection Stable. |Clearance Confirmed - Welcome AUTHORIZED USER. |Language Selected: English |Date: 22 Dec 2024 23:25 |Hello AUTHORIZED USER. What would you like to do? Show File: SCP-5943_beholder_info |File found, opening file. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This file can only be viewed by Beholder Program personnel, if you are not part of the Beholder Program or have special clearance to view this file DO NOT CONTINUE. Any personnel caught viewing this file without proper clearance will face disciplinary action You have been warned. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Addendum-02: The following transcripts were recorded and translated by BINARY STAR. SOL-SIGNAL_RECORDING.01 Date: 2020/5/21 OPERATION SUPERVISOR: DR. RYNHART Note: Even though the planet's names are said, they will still be designated P-1 To -9. Moons will be designated M-1 To -200 [BEGIN LOG] P-5: Terra,2 are you there? P-3: I'm here Jupiter. What is it? P-5: There seem to be some asteroids that are incoming, I can manipulate most of them to hit me, but you'll get hit by some of them. P-3: Worry not Jupiter, I am sure Luna3 can take some of the hits for me. Can you, Luna? M-1: Of course, I will do everything for you! P-5: Won't that hurt Luna? P-3: Don't worry Jupiter, she already got struck by many asteroids she's strong enough to survive them! I just don't want the creatures on me to suffer. Although they did cause some trouble for me, I think they have lots of potentials. Anyways how big are the asteroids? P-5: From what I can see, they will cause so little damage you won't notice. But those creatures you're talking about will. P-3: Then it is completely safe for Luna to block them. When will try arrive to me Jupiter? P-5: In about 40 light minutes.4 P-3: Thank you, Jupiter. Luna are you ready? M-1: I am ready for everything! [END LOG] Closing Statement: It seems like the planets are communicating as they are a part of some family. They make each other aware of any dangers they might face and are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect others. - Dr. Rynhart. SOL-SIGNAL_RECORDING.02 Date: 2020/5/31 OPERATION SUPERVISOR: DR. RYNHART [BEGIN LOG] P-9: Hello? The Signals BINARY STAR is receiving are very low. P-9: Is anybody hearing me? There seemed to be no response to the calling. It seems that the planets are not receiving the signals as well. P-1: Terra, I sense that Sol's5 flames are going out of control lately. I sense a heatwave, it will not hit you, but it will disrupt you maybe make you feel weaker and it will obviously bring some heat with it. Is your atmosphere strong enough to endure the heat? P-9: Guys? am I not- The rest of the message is inaudible. P-3: Oh yeah Mercury, I am sure my atmosphere is strong enough to resist to most of the heat. I mean how do you think life even started on me? Sol would've burned me alive! P-9: Am I not relevant anymo- The message cut off again. P-1: I guess it WAS foolish of me to believe you can't survive it! I mean we don't talk a lot. Ah, I still remember when we were just a bunch of debris floating in space, the good old days… I wish I could bring them back. P-9: Hel- It is theorized that the planet's signal was so weak that it could not travel a long distance, its messages stopped being detected. P-3: I don't remember much about my birth, but I ended up beautiful! [END LOG] Closing Statement: Planets can store memories, it is unknown where. P-9 is presumed to be Pluto, its signals are weak and due to its distance BINARY STAR could not pick up its signals after it has went far enough for its signals to stop being detected. - Dr. Rynhart. SOL-SIGNAL_RECORDING.03 Date: 2020/6/10 OPERATION SUPERVISOR: DR. RYNHART [BEGIN LOG] P-3: Everyone is un-usually quiet. P-4: Not here, your creatures keep sending these little contraptions onto and near me. Can you even communicate with them? P-3: I tried but it doesn't seem like they can respond, I mean they are so small yet they got to Locus?6 What if they are hearing me but can't speak to me? P-4: Well, they can only get these contraptions into space and not themselves. P-3: That is not true. Some of them walked on Luna. M-1: Yeah! It felt like something I never felt before. I felt tickle-ish, I did not know moons could feel that! Suddenly the communications got interrupted, BINARY STAR could not detect any more signal waves. At the time of recording a Solar Eclipse was occurring, the recording stopped. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Due to the interruption of BINARY STAR'S recording, I will be requesting to use a Beholder Probe to record the SCP-5943 phenomena. For now, all research on SCP-5943 will be halted until further notice. - Dr. Rynhart. Addendum-03: Following the incident which occurred during SOL-SIGNAL_RECORDING.03 Dr. Rynhart requested the O5 Council for permission to use the Beholder-16 Probe (see Addendum-04) to record further SCP-5943 phenomena in our solar system. O5 Council Members Yay Nay 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 ✔ Yay = 8 Votes Nay = 3 Votes Abstain = 2 Votes After careful voting, the O5 council has approved Dr. Rynhart's request of sending a Beholder-Probe to help study the SCP-5943 phenomena. Addendum-04: Following the O5 council's approval of using a Beholder Probe construction began on a new and improved probe. The probe has BINARY_STAR.AIC files. It will upload any new information and or discoveries to BINARY STAR's database. The probe has built-in Satelite Discs to detect any signals during its study of SCP-5943. Future probes may be sent into different solar systems to investigate them. |You have an incoming message from: Dr. Rynhart. Open message? Yes. To: AUTHORIZED USER From: Dr. Rynhart Subject: Study Progress. Hello Authorized user, I don't know who you are but you probably are looking for the current status on SCP-5943, since I have such a workload in the Beholder Program, I plan to give my Assistant full access and responsibility into the study of SCP-5943. I trust him with everything I got, he never disappoints with his work. The team working on SCP-5943 is a great one, I am sure they can get along. We've sent a new Beholder Probe. Beholder Probe #16, it will be used to detect the SCP-5943 phenomena with greater ease. That's all for now, if you read the SCP-5943 file then you would get more information. We can talk in person at any time as well just message me back. - Dr. Rynhart. |You have another message from: Dr. Rynhart. Open Message? Yes From: Dr. Rynhart To: AUTHORIZED USER Subject: Beholder Probe #16 Launched. As I sent you the previous message, my assistant has ordered to launch Beholder Probe #16, it is currently in Earth's orbit and is operational. The SCP-5943 file will be updated in the future, I will make sure all new discoveries are sent to you if you request, but from now on all questions go to my Assistant. Have a good day, whoever you may be. - Dr. Rynhart. |What else would you like to do? Log Out. |Succesfully logged out ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5943" by Dr Itzhak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5943. Licensed under CC-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: Into the Void logo (header) Author: Vivarium Source Link: http://scptestwiki.wikidot.com/local--files/sigma:vivarium-test-page/Logo.gif Footnotes 1. Due to the fear of BINARY STAR's data storage being full of all SCP-5943 occurrences, BINARY STAR only focuses on the SCP-5943 phenomena which is affecting our solar system. 2. An alternate name for Earth. A roman goddess. 3. The Italian, Latin and Spanish name for Earth's moon 4. 5 Astronomical Units 5. An alternate name for the sun. Latin for the Greek sun-god: Helios 6. Latin for - Space |
SCP-5944 | euclid | Item#: 5944 Level3 euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-19 J. Karlyle Aktus Dr. John Holden Dr. Benjamin Davis N/A SCP-5944 after the first successful reanimation of an instance of SCP-5944-1. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5944 is to be housed at Site-19 inside a modified Foundation containment unit installed with a biometric lock, openable only to on-site staff with Level 5 clearance or above. Additionally, the unit should possess a numeric keypad, and the correct 10 key combination should be changed on a daily basis via remote software. Staff are to maintain a distance of 20 metres from SCP-5944's containment unit at all times. All interaction with SCP-5944 must pass a majority vote by O5 command. Currently, removal of SCP-5944 from its containment unit is strictly prohibited. Personnel may only be assigned duties involving SCP-5944 for a maximum of 7 days, at which point they are to undergo a full psychological evaluation before rotation to another area. Personnel who fail the psychological evaluation, or violate the 20 metre exclusion zone, are to be deemed a security risk and undergo immediate amnestic treatment. ► Unrevised Special Containment Procedures: ▼ Close SCP-5944 is to be be housed at Site-19 inside a modified Foundation containment unit installed with a biometric lock, openable only to on-site staff with Level 3 clearance or above. Additionally, the unit should possess a numeric keypad, and the correct 10 key combination should be changed on a bi-weekly basis. Handling of SCP-5944 should be done in 5 minute “shifts” between two personnel. When removing SCP-5944 from its containment unit, hazardous material suits should be worn, and metal implements should be used to place the object in a secure transport container. In rooms in which SCP-5944 is to be tested, no adhesives or sharp instruments are to be present. Any personnel that have come into direct physical contact with SCP-5944 should immediately report to medical staff for a full psychological evaluation and placed on a supervised 7-day administrative leave. Description: SCP-5944 is a tactile cognitohazard in the form of an anomalous translucent crystal. Healthy individuals, when exposed to SCP-5944 through continuous physical contact, become transfixed with SCP-5944 in addition to the development of paranoia and suicidal ideation. Onset of this effect has been recorded to occur anything between 40 seconds and 12 minutes. These effects can also be triggered through close proximity to SCP-5944, although without physical contact the process typically takes weeks to months. If left uninterrupted, an individual will eventually attempt to affix SCP-5944 to their body with nearby adhesives, such as glue or tape. If no suitable adhesives are present, the individual will proceed to cut through their subcutaneous tissue1 with a sharp instrument in an effort to insert SCP-5944 under their skin. In the event no such instruments are available, the individual will simply bite through their flesh until there is a sufficient opening. Once SCP-5944 is secured, either internally or externally, the individual will attempt to commit suicide via the most readily available means. If options are limited, the individual will induce death through blunt-force trauma via continued impact of the head onto the nearest hard surface. In this state, the individual will show no regard for pain or bodily damage. This process can only be interrupted through tranquillisation and removal of SCP-5944. A full recovery from SCP-5944’s cognitohazardous effects is possible, but highly variable. At present, full psychological recoveries range between 17 days and 10 months. Upon recovery, individuals affected by SCP-5944 will have no recollection of the events following direct contact with the object. When handling SCP-5944, barriers that prevent direct skin contact with the object have shown to inhibit SCP-5944’s effects and slow psychological decline. SCP-5944 is capable of continued reanimation of up to five deceased corpses at any one time. Efforts to reanimate more than 5 corpses simultaneously (consisting of previously deceased Class-D personnel, which shall henceforth be collectively referred to as SCP-5944-1) have been met with failure. At present, the exact conditions required for reanimation are poorly understood. Two deceased Class-D personnel of the same sex and similar physical characteristics can result in opposite outcomes, with no apparent change in methodology. Direct skin contact between a test subject and SCP-5944 is required for reanimation, taking an average of 8 minutes to complete. Over the course of reanimation, an SCP-5944-1 instance will slowly regain motor functions starting with facial spasming, then contraction and relaxation of the extremities, and finally full locomotion and consciousness. If no facial spasming can be seen by the 5 minute mark, it can be assumed the reanimation was unsuccessful. Moreover, if skin contact between SCP-5944 and an instance of SCP-5944-1 is broken before reanimation is complete, the SCP-5944-1 instance will instantaneously expire, and all subsequent reanimation attempts will fail. If the reanimation is successful, all further decomposition will cease. SCP-5944’s colouration is dependent on the number of subjects currently animated. When no instances of SCP-5944-1 are currently animated, SCP-5944 will be dull and colourless. The reanimation of one SCP-5944-1 instance results in a change of colouration to a glowing blue hue. Animating a second instance results in the adoption of a violet colouration, a third a lime-green, a fourth orange, and a fifth a deep red. As discovered by Dr. Holden, SCP-5944’s ability to reanimate a corpse is highly dependent on the amount of time it has spent deceased and the stage of decomposition. To clarify: Stage 1 - Fresh: 40% success rate Stage 2 - Bloat: 32% success rate Stage 3 - Active decay: 11% success rate Stage 4 - Advanced decay: 2% success rate Stage 5 - Skeletonization: 0% success rate Loss of cognitive ability has been observed to be correlated with the amount of time between death and reanimation. Fresh corpses typically have no observable loss of mental acuity, whilst stage 2 reanimations typically lose between 12-17 IQ points. Stage 3 reanimations experience a sharp decline in cognitive ability, with a mean IQ point loss of 37. The single successful stage 4 reanimation resulted in an instance of SCP-5944-1 completely incapable of higher thought, communication and reasoning. SCP-5944-1 instances do not require food or water to remain functional, nor do they have any need of sleep. If an instance of SCP-5944-1 consumes solid food, the food will become trapped in the upper oesophagus due to the loss of peristaltic activity2. Whilst SCP-5944-1 instances report they possess tactile feedback, they do not feel pain. Any damage inflicted on an instance of SCP-5944-1 will be permanent. Fractures will not heal, bruises will not fade and lacerations will not result in the formation of scar tissue. Given that all metabolic functions have ceased, how SCP-5944-1 instances are capable of consciousness, locomotion and sight is unknown. Subsequent MRI imaging has revealed no brain activity in instances of SCP-5944-1 despite full consciousness throughout the scan. Tissue samples taken from active cases of SCP-5944-1 have been analysed through light and electron microscopy, but are indistinguishable from a normal cadaver. Initial communication between instances of SCP-5944-1 and Foundation personnel were difficult due to the fact they lack a functioning pulmonary system and are therefore unable to vocalise. SCP-5944-1 instances with intact eyes can be prompted to communicate through written means. Means of communication are usually limited to stage 1 and 2 reanimations, as past this point the eyes are usually rendered inoperable due to the effects of decomposition. Thus far, all instances of SCP-5944-1 have become extremely agitated and distressed when asked if they have any recollection of the events between their death and subsequent reanimation. Any mention of Heaven, Hell, or [REDACTED] will also illicit this response, regardless of the context. For further information, see SCP-5944-1 Interview Logs. Instances of SCP-5944-1 are notably difficult to terminate post reanimation. Although they are not immune to physical damage, they remain functional and responsive far past the point of a non-anomalous human. Deduced from eye and facial movements, instances of SCP-5944-1 have been shown to remain sentient even when 96% of their body has been completely incinerated. SCP-5944 will continue to emit the same colouration even if 100% of the reanimated biomass from an SCP-5944-1 instance has been incinerated, suggesting that the remaining ashes may, in some form, remain sentient. For more information regarding SCP-5944-1 termination attempts, see SCP-5944-1 Experiment Logs. The only known mechanism in which to return SCP-5944 to its previous colouration is to relocate the remains of an SCP-5944-1 instance a minimum distance of 15 kilometres from SCP-5944. Once this distance is reached, instances of SCP-5944-1 will rapidly decompose leaving only skeletal remains, and SCP-5944 will return to its previous colouration. Rate of decomposition is directly correlated with the distance from SCP-5944. Functional instances of SCP-5944-1 become extremely distressed when over 10 kilometres from SCP-5944 . Moreover, instances of SCP-5944-1 seem to instinctively know when they are a distance away from SCP-5944, and will attempt to reduce the distance, even if they were not informed of SCP-5944's location. Addendum 5944-01: Measurements of SCP-5944's light output have revealed a decrease of 0.09 Lumen since initial containment, suggesting the anomalous properties of SCP-5944 may be finite. If SCP-5944 continues to dim at its current rate, it will become inert in approximately 1700 years. It is currently unknown if reanimation of multiple instances of SCP-5944-1 accelerates the rate of dimming. Further research is ongoing. Addendum 5944-02: Due to concerns raised by the Ethics Committee, all reanimation experiments are to be ceased indefinitely. ► Video Transcript of First Reanimation ▼ Access Granted VIDEO TRANSCRIPT - EXPOSURE OF D-1482 TO SCP-5944 Experimenter: Dr. John Holden Subject: D-1482 Foreword: Dr. Holden is stood outside the test chamber and communicating with D-1482 via intercom. <Begin Log> Dr. Holden: Please direct your attention to the crystalline object in front of you. D-1482: What's this about, Doc? Dr. Holden: Please, pick up the object. D-1482: Sorry, but I ain't touching shit until you tell me what's gonna happen. Dr. Holden: As per our agreement, pick up the object. This isn't up for debate. D-1482 tentatively picks up SCP-5944 and holds it up to the light, eyeing it curiously. Dr. Holden: Please continue to hold the object and describe any sensations you experience. D-1482: The hell is this thing? Dr. Holden: That's why you're here, hopefully you'll help us find out. D-1482: Mind putting me on the damn payroll then? Dr. Holden: We both know that's not how this works. D-1482: Figured as much. Dr. Holden: Are you experiencing anything unusual? Anything out of the ordinary? D-1482: I ain't experiencing shi- D-1482's expression suddenly shifts. Dr. Holden: What? D-1482: Oh, uh… nothing. Just noticed how beautiful this thing is. Where'd you find it? Dr. Holden: Irrelevant. Please describe, in detail, any sensations you are experiencing. D-1482: Guess I just feel at peace, ya know? Like this thing is the solution to all my worries. Dr. Holden: Thank you. Please continue to hold the object. 3 minutes elapse. D-1482: Hey uh, Doc… Not sure I'm feeling too great. Feeling a bit on edge. Dr. Holden: Can you elaborate? D-1482: I kinda got a feeling of dread, you know? You ever feel like someone is watching you, then you turn around and someone's staring daggers at you? That's what I feel like. Dr. Holden: Thank you, 1482. Please continue to hold the object. D-1482: Na Doc, think I'm done. Don't really wanna conti- D-1482's expression switches to one of concern, then sadness. D-1482: Man, how'd I end up here? That bastard had it coming Doc, believe me. At least on death row I had a bit of rest to look forward to. Now you guys got me doing all sorts of fucked up shit. It ain't fair! Dr. Holden: Please, try to focus on the task at hand. D-1482: I want off this fucking merry-go-round! You hear? D-1482, showing no regard for pain, takes a bite out of his left forearm. Security personnel begin to move toward the test chamber. Dr. Holden: (To security personnel) Don't interfere! I want to see what happens. With some difficulty, D-1482 inserts SCP-5944 into the wound and secures it under his flesh. Dr. Holden: D-1482, can you explain what you're doing and why? D-1482: (Angrily.) Fuck you! You haven't got a fucking clue! None of you do! D-1482 proceeds to repeatedly hit his head into the corner of the pedestal which SCP-5944 was initially placed on. The final hit penetrates his skull, and he falls to the ground, unconscious. Guard Hudson: Sir? Should we call for medical assistance? Dr. Holden: Under normal circumstances, yes. But these aren't normal circumstances; such a rapid shift in demeanour and behaviour makes me think 1482's actions were a result of SCP-5944's anomalous properties. Let's wait a moment. Approximately 7 minutes pass. Security personnel enter the room. A guard kneels and checks D-1482's pulse. Guard Simm: Doctor, he's dead. Dr. Holden: Wait. D-1482 sits bolt upright and grabs Guard Simm's forearm. Guard Simm: (Shocked.) The fuck? <End Log> ► SCP-5944-1 Interview Logs ▼ Access Granted INTERVIEW 1A-1 Interviewed: SCP-5944-1A (formerly D-1482) Time Spent Deceased: 7 minutes Decomposition: Stage 1 Cause of Death: Suicide Interviewer: Dr. John Holden Foreword: First interview of a successfully reanimated instance of SCP-5944-1. <Begin Log> Dr. Holden: Welcome back, 1482. How are you feeling? SCP-5944-1A is visibly shaken. It attempts to speak, but can't. Dr. Holden: I can't hear you. Please, speak up. SCP-5944-1A gestures to its mouth and throat. Dr. Holden: Are you unable to talk? SCP-5944-1A nods affirmatively. Dr. Holden: Here, take my notepad and pen. SCP-5944-1A accepts Dr. Holden's notepad and begins to write. SCP-5944-1A: (Writes.) Did I survive? Dr. Holden: Survive? No. This may not be easy for you to hear, but your suicide attempt was successful. You were dead for about 7 minutes, we brought you back. A look of confusion, followed by horror, overcomes SCP-5944-1A. Dr. Holden: D-1482? SCP-5944-1A: (Writes.) Need time. Have to process. Dr. Holden: Very well, you've been through a lot. (To security personnel) Can you escort D-1482 to its containment cell, please? SCP-5944-1A is escorted out of the interview room. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the interview, SCP-5944-1A remained motionless in its cell for 1 hour 24 minutes, then adopted a foetal position in the far right corner of the room. INTERVIEW 1A-2 Interviewed: SCP-5944-1A (formerly D-1482) Time Spent Deceased: 7 minutes Decomposition: Stage 1 Cause of Death: Suicide Interviewer: Dr. John Holden Foreword: Approximately 2 days after SCP-5944-1A's initial reanimation. <Begin Log> Dr. Holden: Hello again, D-1482. I understand you've been put through a very traumatic event; not many people can claim they have experienced their own death. That being said, the Foundation would be thankful if you could cooperate and answer any questions to the best of your ability. Do you understand? SCP-5944-1A: (Writes.) Yes. Dr. Holden: Fantastic. Now, if you would, could you tell us why you committed suicide? SCP-5944-1A: (Writes.) You let me die. Dr. Holden: I assure you, I always had your safety in mind, we had no way of knowing what could've happened. Fortunately, you're alive again now, and that's what matters. SCP-5944-1A: (Writes.) Alive? No. Not living. Can't eat. Can't sleep. Just an echo. Dr. Holden: We're doing everything we can to make you comfortable, but your wounds aren't healing. There's very little we can do. Are you in pain? SCP-5944-1A: (Writes.) No. No pain. Dr. Holden: Well, that's a glimmer of good news, at the very least. SCP-5944-1A: (Writes.) Can you fix me? Dr. Holden: We still don't know the true capabilities of the object. However, we'll do our best. Now, you mentioned you weren't in any pain. Do you still have tactile feedback? SCP-5944-1A: (Writes.) ? Dr. Holden: Do you still have the sense of touch? SCP-5944-1A2: (Writes.) Yes. Dr. Holden: Okay, moving on. Between your death and reanimation, can you recall anything? Did you experience anything? SCP-5944-1A starts rocking back and forth in its chair, shaking its head. Dr. Holden: Anything at all? SCP-5944-1A continues rocking, and covers its face with its hands. Dr. Holden: It would be in both our best interests if you cou- SCP-5944-1A lunges at Dr. Holden. Security personnel fire upon SCP-5944-1A a total of 8 times. SCP-5944-1A, still functional, maintains eye contact with Dr. Holden and lunges a second time. Security personnel physically restrain SCP-5944-1A. Dr. Holden is escorted out of the interview room. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5944-1A remained uncooperative after the interview, and refused to answer any further questions. 16 hours post-interview, the subject started to repeatedly assault the door of its containment cell until its fists were reduced to unrecognisable pulp. Consequently, SCP-5944-1A was deemed a containment risk and incinerated after the successful reanimation of SCP-5944-1B. INTERVIEW 1B-1 Interviewed: SCP-5944-1B (formerly D-2481) Time Spent Deceased: 4 days Decomposition: Stage 2 Cause of Death: A broken neck as a result of a containment breach involving SCP-██. Interviewer: Dr. John Holden Foreword: SCP-5944-1B has been decapitated, and its head placed upon a table in the the middle of the room. Its body was fastened to a chair 3 metres from the head, although its arms were not restrained for research purposes. <Begin Log> Despite decapitation, SCP-5944-1B remains fully conscious and its eyes follow Dr. Holden as he enters the room. Dr. Holden: Hello D-2481, I can see you're still aware of your surroundings. If you can understand me, I'd like you to let me know. Blink once for yes, twice for no. SCP-5944-1B blinks once. Dr. Holden: Are you in pain? SCP-5944-1B blinks twice. Dr. Holden: Are you in distress? SCP-5944-1B blinks once. Dr. Holden: I'm sorry to hear that. I can see your body is still moving in the corner of the room. Are you still aware of your body? SCP-5944-1B blinks once. Dr. Holden proceeds to approach SCP-5944-1B's body and places his hand on its shoulder Dr. Holden: Can you feel my hand on your shoulder? SCP-5944-1B blinks once. SCP-5944-1B's hand takes Dr. Holden's, holding it tightly, but not violently. Dr. Holden: (To security personnel.) Okay, I think we've learned all we can here; I don't want to keep 2481 in this state longer than he has to be. Please take both parts of him to the incineration room. At this point, a look of concern overcomes SCP-5944-1B's face and it begins to repeatedly blink twice in approximately 3 second intervals. Dr. Holden notices SCP-5944-1B's blinking, pauses for a moment, then leaves the room. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Holden was reprimanded following the interview for repeatedly referring to SCP-5944-1B as its previous Class-D designation. Humanisation of anomalous entities is strictly prohibited. ► SCP-5944-1 Experiment Logs ▼ Access Granted EXPERIMENT LOG 01 Experimenter: Dr. John Holden Subject: SCP-5944-1A (formerly D-1482) Procedure: SCP-5944-1A was shot a total of 8 times during a security incident resulting in several penetrating wounds through its chest, lungs, heart and spine. (See interview log SCP-5944-1A 2). Result: Despite several fatal wounds, SCP-5944-1A did not expire and remained fully conscious. Despite the near complete destruction of the thoracic region of the spine, subject was capable of full locomotion. Closing Statement: Due to SCP-5944-1A's aggressive demeanour that led to its shooting, it was incinerated following the interview. EXPERIMENT LOG 02 Experimenter: Dr. John Holden Subject: SCP-5944-1B (formerly D-2481) Procedure: SCP-5944-1B was submerged in water for 1 hour 52 minutes. Result: SCP-5944-1B initially panicked, but relaxed shortly thereafter. SCP-5944-1B was removed from the water with no lasting damage. Water had to be pumped from SCP-5944-1B's lungs and stomach following the procedure. Closing Statement: Oxygen deprivation seems to have little to no effect on instances of SCP-5944-1. Further testing is warranted. EXPERIMENT LOG 03 Experimenter: Dr. John Holden Subject: SCP-5944-1B (formerly D-2481) Procedure: SCP-5944-1B was placed in a vacuum sealed chamber for approximately 48 minutes. Result: No effect. Closing Statement: Due to lack of any discernible effect, experiments involving oxygen deprivation will cease indefinitely. EXPERIMENT LOG 04 Experimenter: Dr. John Holden Subject: SCP-5944-1B (formerly D-2481) Procedure: SCP-5944-1B was decapitated. Result: Post-decapitation, the body continued to move independently of the head despite complete severance of the nervous system. Throughout the procedure, SCP-5944-1B remained fully aware and capable of limited communication through a system of blinking. Closing Statement: SCP-5944-1B's facial expressions implied severe distress throughout the procedure. Proposal to cease future termination experimentation in accordance with the policies laid out by the Ethics Committee. OVERRULED BY O5 COUNCIL - EXPERIMENTATION WILL PROCEED AS PLANNED. EXPERIMENT LOG 05 Experimenter: Dr. John Holden Subject: SCP-5944-1C (formerly D-8932) Procedure: SCP-5944-1C was decapitated, and its head incinerated. The rest of SCP-5944-1C's body was unharmed. Result: Even after complete destruction of the head, SCP-5944-1C's body remained animate. It was continually observed placing its hand in the spot where its face and head should be. Closing Statement: What was left of SCP-5944-1C was incinerated after the experiment. EXPERIMENT LOG 06 Experimenter: Dr. John Holden Subject: SCP-5944-1D (formerly D-5983) Procedure: SCP-5944-1D was relocated 19 kilometres from SCP-5944. Result: At a distance of 10 kilometres, SCP-5944-1D entered a state of extreme distress and attempted to break free of its restraints. During this episode, SCP-5944-1D was given a pen and paper to communicate. SCP-5944-1D hastily wrote "Can't die again. Please don't let me die." At a distance of 15 kilometres from SCP-5944, SCP-5944-1D rapidly underwent the 5 stages of decomposition, growing increasingly distressed. By 18 kilometres, SCP-5944-1D was rendered non functional via rapid skeletonization. Concurrently, SCP-5944 returned to its previous green colouration. Closing Statement: A return to SCP-5944's previous green colouration suggests that previously reanimated subjects are still connected to the object. Propose temporary relocation of SCP-5944. PROPOSAL GRANTED - TEMPORARY RELOCATION OF SCP-5944 TO SITE-██. ► SCP-5944-1N Incident Log ▼ Access Granted INCIDENT 5944-1N-1 Whilst in containment, SCP-5944-1N was observed to enter a psychogenic fugue state. Subject proceeded to forcibly remove its left ulna, and used it to etch a passage on the wall of its containment cell. The passage read as follows: YOUR CRUDE ACCUMULATION OF BIOMASS IS A RELIC RELINQUISH YOUR FLESH ONLY THROUGH DESTRUCTION MAY YOU GAIN SALVATION Upon interrogation, subject had no recollection of the act and seemed distraught at its actions. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5 RESTRICTED - CREDENTIALS REQUIRED. INPUT CREDENTIALS: SCiPNET LOGIN name affiliation 94de9674e37c1cc48e8d0a3d07b94dd1_1734915493 Login Login Logout WELCOME, OVERSEER. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE MAY CONTAIN AN INFOHAZARD. LEVEL 5 ACCESS REQUIRED. UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL WILL BE REPRIMANDED UP TO AND INCLUDING TERMINATION. INTERVIEW 1X-1 Interviewed: SCP-5944-1X (formerly Dr. John Holden) Time Spent Deceased: 7 days Decomposition: Stage 2 Cause of Death: Suicide Interviewer: Site Director Karlyle Aktus <Begin Log> Director Aktus: Why did you do it, Holden? Such potential utterly wasted. SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) So many subjects. None could answer. Director Aktus: What, then? They wouldn't tell you what you want to know, so instead of refining your methodology, you commit suicide to find out personally? Is that it? SCP-5944-1X directs its attention to the security camera in the far corner of the room. SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) Are they watching? Director Aktus: Who? SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) The O5s. Director Aktus: You're a smart man, Holden. I'm sure you already know the answer. SCP-5944-1X remains motionless. Director Aktus: I've been told you instructed your subordinates to reanimate you after a week. As per your research, that was a huge risk to yourself. It may not have been possible to reanimate you. SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) No. Called to me. The crystal. Told me I was chosen. Had to do it. Had to find out for myself. Director Aktus: (Angrily.) You've clearly become compromised due the effects of SCP-5944 and pose a security risk. Deliberately exposing yourself to an anomalous object! What in God's name were you thinking? Your behaviour was inexcusable and could have jeopardised the entirety of Site-19! Which, need I remind you, is a site that falls under my jurisdiction, so perhaps you can understand why I might take this transgression rather personally? SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) No danger. It wants to help us. Save us. Director Aktus: Are you implying SCP-5944 is sentient? SCP-5944-1X nods affirmatively. SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) It speaks to me. In my mind. We were wrong about its nature. Never even touched it. Director Aktus: And what, exactly, is the object trying to save us from? SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) Death itself. Or rather, what lies beyond. Director Aktus: I'm losing patience, Holden. My time is a valuable commodity, stop speaking in riddles and out with it! SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) There was nothing. No heaven, no Hell. Nothing. Director Aktus examines the note. Director Aktus: As a man of science, I thought you'd readily accept the possibility that our consciousness ceases to function after we die. Your behaviour strikes me as an utter overreaction. SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) Didn't say that. I was conscious. It felt like years. Thought the reanimation failed. I was incorporeal. Floating in a void of darkness. Wasn't alone. Someone, or something, was taunting me. Don't send me back to that state. Please! Director Aktus: It's quite the jump to assume this fate awaits everyone. For all we know, it could've been due to your exposure to 5944's anomalous properties. SCP-5944-1X: (Writes.) No! Crystal is clear! It awaits us all, it wants to save the chosen few! Security personnel enter the room and hand Director Aktus a phone. Guard Simm: (To Director Aktus) It's for you, sir. Director Aktus takes the phone and listens intently. Director Aktus: I see. Okay. Right away, ma'am. Director Aktus: (To security personnel) By order of the O5 Council, everyone on this project is to undergo immediate amnestic treatment, including yourselves. However, before you do so, terminate Holden. SCP-5944-1X becomes irate, trying to break free of its restraints. Director Aktus leaves the room. <End Log> OVERSEER NOTICE It has been determined that Dr. Holden's claims may contain an infohazard. All personnel assigned to the project, including Director Aktus, are to undergo immediate amnestic treatment and this file is to be secured behind Level 5 access. Given the potential spontaneity of SCP-5944-1 instances and the information gleaned from Interview 1X-1, SCP-5944 is to reclassified to Euclid and its Special Containment Procedures revised. Personnel complicit in Holden's reanimation are to be terminated. All future experiments involving SCP-5944 are to be ceased indefinitely under the guise of objection from the Ethics Committee. — O5 Command Footnotes 1. 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SCP-5945 | safe | Item #: SCP-5945 Special Containment Procedures: All instances and copies of SCP-5945 are currently kept in the Department of Anomalous Records and Files. Selected instances of SCP-5945 that have been classified as safe using the Martens-Weber Test are allowed to be displayed in public museums and exhibitions for the public to view. Due to the general public's knowledge of SCP-5945, no MTF intervention will be required to contain the spread of information of the knowledge of SCP-5945. However, SCP-5945’s effect is to still be kept a secret from the public. Description: SCP-5945 as a whole refers to all documents, recordings and all other forms of media linked to Project Pegasus, an initiative believed to have been started by former Foundation Temporal Anomalies Department agents alongside several members of the US Government which aimed to create and distribute instances of SCP-5945. Most instances of SCP-5945 are believed to have been distributed between the years of 1943 and 1945 in the regions of Nazi Germany, Italy and other Axis-aligned nations. The information presented by SCP-5945 instances have been confirmed to be Level 3 memetic agents, created with the purpose to induce a mindset aligned with the beliefs and values of the US, the UK and other Allied nations. When an instance of SCP-5945 is shown or played to a hostile subject with a mindset aligned with the Axis nations' own beliefs, SCP-5945’s memetic effect will, in most instances, cause the subject to drop their hostility and commonly raise their hands in an act of surrender to any person wearing a uniform aligned with the Allied Forces. Following initial contact, the subject will thereafter subconsciously reject any object or person with a Axis Forces affiliation. It has been confirmed that SCP-5945’s and Project Pegasus' intervention have affected the general timeline of world events, most prominently Temporal Event TE-19451, though the full extent of the effect is still not known. SCP-5945’s effects have been proven to be ineffective against subjects with a significantly deeper commitment to the Axis nations' beliefs, and repeated viewings or showings have, in some cases, resulted in the death of the subject by suicide. Addendum 5945-1: Selected instances of SCP-5945 OPEN ADDENDUM 5945-1 CLOSE ADDENDUM 5945-1 !!MEMETIC AGENT WARNING!! The information in the documents below are confirmed to be Level 3 memetic hazards. Access is restricted to subjects and personnel who will be negatively affected by SCP-5945’s effects. Document 1: Written excerpt from a broadcasted message recorded in Nazi Germany, 1944 (Translated from German) Attention. Attention. There will be a shortage of rations in Berlin. There will be a shortage of rations in Berlin. Please remain calm. The situation is under control. Document 2: Excerpt from a leaflet dropped into Nazi Germany, 1945 (Translated from German) The owner of the blue bicycle is Wilhelm. If you are Wilhelm, please take note. Your bicycle cannot be recovered at this time. Document 3: Written excerpt from a broadcasted message recorded in Japan, 1945 (Translated from Japanese) The sun rises ever brightly on our nation. We ask you to remain committed to this great nation. Our great nation will never fall. Long live the Emperor. Addendum 5945-2: Other documents and media regarding SCP-5945 OPEN ADDENDUM 5945-2 CLOSE ADDENDUM 5945-2 Document 1: Written excerpt from a spoken message given by a US Diplomat involved with Project Pegasus, August 1945 They say the best outcome of any conflict is the minimisation of casualties. That's what I believe, at least. As a result, we started this project because it was the best way to do so. A safe way to end the war efficiently. However, while the project was successful in Europe, it was less successful in Asia. As a result, we were forced to take the next solution. We needed to force their hand since the project didn't deliver the results we expected. The project that is currently being termed as the Manhattan Project was run as a back-up. It was just a pity that we had to use it. Document 2: Printed email from the Foundation Temporal Anomalies Department Director regarding SCP-5945 From: Director Thaddeus Xyank To: O5 Council Representative Subject: Official Apology Date: April 9th, 2015 Members of the Council, In response to the warning I was given 3 days ago, I would like to formally apologise for failing to inform you about Project Pegasus and the creation of SCP-5945. I admit that I was unaware that the official timeline had been changed by the project until one of my subordinates admitted to the tampering. I am fully aware of the rules that the Department is obligated to follow. However, when I attempted to send my subordinates that started the project back to fix the timeline, they refused, in spite of the rules they had to follow. The reasoning they gave me was that they had to start the project first, for the sake of the Foundation and its current reality. No further elaboration was given. Due to this, and other evidence I will present in the future, I believe that it will be in our best interest not to stop Project Pegasus. Once again, I formally apologise for my conduct. - Director Xyank Footnotes 1. The unconditional surrender of Nazi Germany to the Allied Forces in World War II. |
SCP-5946 | keter | Link To Guide Item#:5946 Clearance Level 2: Clearance SCP-5946 during a containment breach. SCP-5946 was recovered without incident Containment Procedures: SCP-5946 is to be kept in a humanoid containment cell at Site-33. A minimum of seven SRA1 units are to be placed within 2 meters of the containment cell and must remain active at all times as these appear to reduce its capacity to manipulate reality. SCP-5946 is fitted with a Type III Remote Control Subdermal Pump containing Class D Amnestics. This is to be activated should any deviance in standard behavioral patterns occur. To prevent SCP-5946 from developing increased resistance to amnestics, usage of the Type III Amnestic Implant is to be minimized. Currently no other pharmaceuticals have been shown to have an effect on SCP-5946, but alternative methods of containment are currently in development. Conversations with SCP-5946 are to be kept to a minimum outside of approved interviews, and during the course of any breach events, it should be civilly commanded to return to its containment chamber. Description: SCP-5946 is a quasi-humanoid chiropteran entity weighing approximately 86 kg. It claims to be a former member of GOI-5917, the “Wandsmen”, where it served as a “Cartographer”. It claims it used to be responsible for making and maintaining "Maps of the Multiverse"2 as well as creating pathways to new dimensions that GOI-5917 agents could explore. SCP-5946 reports working as a gatekeeper prior to joining GOI-5917, though it refuses to elaborate on what that position entailed.3 SCP-5946 has demonstrated multiple anomalous abilities, including the spontaneous development of resistance to amnestics (including the recovery of previously erased memories), the ability to manufacture cognitohazardous items, teleportation, and rapid cellular regeneration. Its memories appear to be linked to a large number of reality and dimensional warping abilities as well, though studies of these abilities are still ongoing. In spite of its regenerative capacity, SCP-5946 shows signs of cranial surgical scarring, and is often confused and disoriented. SCP-5946 surrendered itself to the Foundation, identifying itself as "Lot" and claiming it belonged in custody. Internal Breach Log 2/27/2021: SCP-5946 is found in the corner of a maintenance closet on level 12 with its wings wrapped tightly around it. An armed member of Site-33 security approaches it wearing a memetic exclusion visor. The following exchange was recorded. Officer Blanche: Return to your cell, SCP-5946. SCP-5946: I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… Officer Blanche: SCP-5946, I will use force if necessary. Now go back to your cell. SCP-5946: I know… I’m a terrible father. I’m so sorry Paltith… Officer Blanche: SCP-5946, do you know where you are? SCP-5946: I- Oh. I’m sorry… I’ll go back. SCP-5946 teleported back to its containment cell. When asked what it was referring to during its episode, it did not respond. External Breach Log 3/15/2021: SCP-5946 was found in a wooded area adjacent to Site-33. It was seen making incisions into its upper arm with its claws, losing large quantities of blood in the process. Upon Foundation Security’s approach, it asked them, "Why did I survive?" The creature was escorted back to its cell without incident. It would not elaborate on the meaning of its query in later interviews. Botanical matter outside Site-33 that had come into contact with SCP-5946's blood putrefied immediately, and soil exposed to the blood showed no signs of typical plant growth. A blood sample was collected and applied to a botanical and soil sample, but no similar effect was observed. Investigation of the affected soil is ongoing. Extradimensional Breach Log 3/15/2021: SCP-5946 was discovered in a small extradimensional space inside the Sector 7 coat room. The extradimensional space resembled a small candle lit wooden building with woven rugs typical of the early Bronze Age Middle East. It was discovered by Dr. Varadkar. When questioned why she did not call for backup immediately, Dr. Varadkar explained that she had lost physical control of herself to the point that she felt as though she were experiencing the memory firsthand. The following is what took place in the pocket dimension. The following exchange was recorded, and is translated from an ancient form of Hebrew. SCP-5946: Edith? I- It’s good to see you. Dr. Varadkar: You seem surprised. I thought you were expecting me. SCP-5946: Well, I know you have so many people who… it doesn't matter, are you hungry? I just baked a fresh loaf of bread and I have honey- Dr. Varadkar: Lot, You don’t have to try so hard to impress me. SCP-5946: I- I just want you to know I care. Dr. Varadkar: …because so many people don’t? SCP-5946: Yes. I understand it, I really do. It feels like more monsters skulk in the shadows every night. The merchants say we’re wicked, but… everyone in the city is just enjoying life any way they can. I don’t blame them. None of us know if we’ll see another year after all, but I want to at least imagine a future. Dr. Varadkar: Lot… look, I’ve watched you. I know how you speak to the travelers and the merchants and look up to the stars and weave stories. You want a world where there is a tomorrow. Does that mean you intend… I would not blame you for leaving. I know you're clever enough to find a way. SCP-5946: I’m not going anywhere. The hateful meat will start fleeing from us if I have anything to say about it. Dr. Varadkar: Lot… Dr. Varadkar recalls that at this point she put a hand on SCP-5946’s cheek and its eyes widened. SCP-5946:… you’re not her. There’s a sound of Dr. Varadkar staggering back. Dr. Varadkar: What… what did you do to me? SCP-5946: I didn’t! It was just a memory, I- Dr. Varadkar grabs her radio. Dr. Varadkar: Security I need backup now! SCP-5946 is- SCP-5946 teleported to its containment cell. Research Note: Although she suffered no adverse physical effects from the encounter, Dr. Varadkar has reported that she will often answer to the name Edith or even write it as her name in correspondence. She was transferred to another site at her request. The pocket dimension remains connected to Site-33 by a doorway inside the Sector 7 coat room and has been determined to be approximately 75 square meters in size. It contains a large amount of non-anomalous artifacts which are in the process of being fully catalogued. These artifacts include a set of pan pipes, a jar of honey from an extinct species of bee, and a bouquet of pressed flowers of unknown species. Security log 5/20/2021: An unknown entity resembling a large, three eyed vulture teleported into a weak point in the Site-33 thaumaturgical defense grid, managing to breach security and force its way into SCP-5946’s containment cell, wrapping the cell in an as of yet unknown anomalous translucent barrier using what appeared to be advanced thaumaturgical techniques. The following conversation was recorded by the cell’s internal recording equipment while security teams were attempting to contain the intruder. Only audio was recovered. SCP-5946: Second Wandsman of Earth!? Are you mad!? What are you doing!? Unknown Entity: Saving your hide! Why the hell are you even here? Do you have any idea how much everyone’s been looking for you? SCP-5946: Second Wandsman, leave this place at once. I cannot guarantee your safety. I’m not well. Unknown Entity: But you’re alive! That's more than anyone else can say after facing that thing. Now come on. I’ve cut the power to those poor souls they had binding you here so- SCP-5946: Blast it Second, I need to stay! You’re incredibly lucky you caught me lucid, but… I'm not myself these days. Unknown Entity: Then we’ll heal you! We’re not so flush with Cartographers that we can’t spare some bandages and- SCP-5946: You can’t heal me! Don’t you get it, what that thing did… It can’t be undone. I couldn't save her soul. I barely managed to remove the pieces of myself that it touched. The millennia I studied, all the magic I could muster… I barely made it flinch. Unknown Entity: Then we’ll try again. We’ll throw everything we can at it, these blind fools included! Please… Just come home. SCP-5946: Ndugu, stop. There is a pause. Unknown Entity: You… my name. I'll have to purge it now, why would you-? SCP-5946: Because I love you like a son, and I can’t put you in danger. Please, just go back… and stay far away from this wretched place that birthed us. There is a pause. Unknown Entity: I’m going to fix this some day. Knowledge will not fall to the beasts. By the time MTF units were able to breach the barrier, the unknown entity could not be located. Interview log 5/20/2021: Interviewer: Dr. Harold Barnes Subject: SCP-5946 Interview Begins Dr. Barnes: Hello Lot. We were hoping to ask you a few questions about the being that breached security. SCP-5946: He will trouble you no further. Dr. Barnes: I did hear your efforts to dissuade it on the audio feed. Speaking of which, you received your head injury in some sort of battle? SCP-5946: It wasn't a battle. It was a rescue mission. A failed one. Dr. Barnes: Who were you trying to rescue? Your- SCP-5946: It doesn't matter. I never stood a chance. The Sarkics have a true god… I just played pretend. Dr. Barnes:… Remainder of transcript has been locked to all personnel without Level 5 Clearance. + WARNING: O5 SECURITY LOCK ON FILES. MEMETIC KILL AGENTS EMPLOYED. - ENCRYPT DOCUMENTATION Interview log 5/20/2021(Extended): Interviewer: Site Director Nakamura, Replacing Dr. Barnes Subject: SCP-5946 Interview Begins Nakamura: Start talking. SCP-5946: It’s not safe to- Nakamura: Drop the act! That thing you fought has torn hundreds of my good soldiers to shreds and I do not have time to coddle your ridiculous make-believe mental incompetence! SCP-5946: … I’m not faking. I forget myself. I forget everything sometimes. Nakamura: You don’t get my job without being able to read people. Maybe you’re not faking, but you’re hamming it up like nothing else. And more importantly you’ve met it. Now talk! SCP-5946: You have no idea what you’re toying with… Nakamura: So it’s Tuesday then? You are officially the only one to face Yal- SCP-5946: Do NOT say its name! What, do you think we go by title for fun? Nakamura: I think you gave us yours pretty easily. SCP-5946: Because I deserve it! There is a pause. SCP-5946: Do you think you're the 50,000th callow scholar to reach out to me? To say how their doomed quest was different? To know in their souls that their cause was just and any price was worth it if they could just make it pay something, anything? Nakamura: … SCP-5946: Do you know what I hate the most about this place? It's that thing in your eyes, that hope. That little shred of your mind that thinks you're actually going to be able to hold these things back. That you'll be clever enough to… <SCP-5946 gestures to itself> SCP-5946: Behold your future, Director. Administrator Burns chimes in on the intercom. Burns: Director Nakamura. There is an urgent call for you. Nakamura: Tell them I'm busy. Burns: Sir, it's coming from the O5 council. Nakamura: … fine. The Director stands up, glaring down at SCP-5946 Nakamura: You know, we’re not your personal purgatory. SCP-5946: … sure. Footnotes 1. Scranton Reality Anchors. 2. See SCP-5917 3. The association of SCP-5946 with the ecclesiastical story of Sodom and Gomorrah is unconfirmed. It has refused to comment on the subject. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5946" by chaucer345, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5946. Licensed under CC-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: lot Author: chaucer345 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Derivative of: Name: Old tree illuminated at night.jpg Author: Henrik 244 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Name: Lesser short-nosed fruit bat Author: Akasmita License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Additional Notes: The two images were edited together. |
SCP-5947 | thaumiel | SCP-5947 The hallmark of the sugar bowl containing SCP-5947 Item №: SCP-5947 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5947 is currently held in the silver sugar bowl it was recovered from. This bowl is housed in Chamber 02 at Site-90 alongside 88 decoy bowls, identical save for the lack of a hallmark on the base. Once monthly, a member of D-Class personnel is to enter Chamber 02 and select one of the bowls at random — they will then be instructed to consume its contents, and staff are permitted to use physical force to ensure they comply. In the event that they selected a bowl not containing SCP-5947, they are to be terminated immediately and their body interred beneath Chamber 02. In the event that they select and consume SCP-5947, they are to be escorted from the chamber and assigned to Project Irides1 once SCP-5947 has passed through their digestive system. The discovery of a cadaver visually matching William Hazen Rogers outside of Site-90 constitutes a containment breach. MTF Alpha-Kaunan ("Argent Devotees") should be dispatched to recover the body, as well as any silverware within an 80 metre radius. This silver is to be melted down and re-cast into decoy bowls, to be filled with non-anomalous sugar and added to Chamber 02. The cadaver is to be interred beneath the chamber alongside the others. SCP-5947 Description: SCP-5947 is the designation for a collection of dried anchovies, one of which (SCP-5947-1) is indestructible. Twice per day, at midnight and noon, SCP-5947-1 will split into two identical dried anchovies. Addendum: On the order of Director Smith, all personnel assigned to CANUAR-Site-90 have been integrated into Project Irides. Anomalous objects extraneous to Project Irides have been decommissioned. END OF FILE Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT NEW MESSAGE! To: SSmith18@Scipnet (Site Director Silas Smith; Classification Level XK-4; Employee Number 378) From: O5_2@Scipnet (Overseer Two; Classification Level OK-5-Thaumiel; Employee Number 2) Subject: SCP-5947 Dear Director Smith, As of today, the Council has voted 1-12-0 on the issue of dismantling Project Irides. Furthermore, the Council has voted, 12-1-0, to overrule objections from the former Site-90 Ethics Committee, ensuring that your project continues regardless of their past rulings on the matter. It is the majority opinion of the O5 Council that the existence of Project Irides has given the Foundation an advantage in dealing with several major Groups of Interest, not the least of which being GoIs-004C and -023. By dominating the concept of silver, the Foundation has forced them to abandon significant holdings and resources, putting us in a better position to negotiate with, or combat, such threats. On an official basis, I would like to apologize for any inconvenience these proceedings have caused you. On an unofficial basis, I have nothing to say, except that I'd be impressed if I wasn't furious. -O5-2 Footnotes 1. For more information, see addendum, or consult supplementary materials regarding second sight. |
SCP-5948 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5948 Early Containment Procedures: Both ends of the 300-meter section of 520th Street, located in the wooded area, have been purposely destroyed in order to prevent vehicular traffic. The forest surrounding the SCP-5948 phenomenon has been declared as a hunting zone to explain the sound of occasional gunfire.1 Discreet AV surveillance has been established for the purpose of observing any inconsistencies in the SCP-5948 ritual, as well as to alert Provisional Site-088 of any trespassing civilians. Locating the anomalous source of gunfire has been designated the primary containment objective. Efforts to locate and tag all raccoons in Lucas County, Iowa are secondary and ongoing. Description: SCP-5948 is a cyclical phenomenon occurring in the middle of 520th Street, a section of road distant from civilians in Lucas County, Iowa. Its primary actors consist of a large raccoon (Procyon lotor) and a 5.56mm bullet, designated as SCP-5948-A and SCP-5948-B respectively. The entirety of SCP-5948 lasts between five to twelve days before beginning again. The source of SCP-5948-B has yet to be identified, nor have any bullet casings been retrieved. Ballistic analysis has been unable to provide conclusive results regarding the location or identity of the shooter; point of entry is consistently at the base of the skull while the exit wound is at the top. Discovery: From January 19th to June 8th, 2020, multiple phone complaints regarding gunshots were submitted to the Lucas County local authorities. The complaints went ignored until July 30th when a civilian threatened a civil suit if there was no investigation. While the investigation did not result in finding the offender, authorities had found a large aggregated mass of dead raccoons several meters away from the road, each one with obvious bullet wounds in their skull. This caught the attention of local news outlets and, subsequently, the Foundation. Examination of the corpses revealed that the oldest remains were killed by SCP-5948-B while the more recently deceased raccoons showed evidence of overfeeding and blunt-force trauma. Event Log: Remote observation of the wooded area commenced following the implementation of the current containment procedures. The provided log is the most current understanding and consistent repeated events to date, and has been chosen as a model to represent future cycles. Preface: All timestamps are estimates of when each event occurs within the SCP-5948 phenomenon, relative to the initiating event. Format: [Days]:[Hours]:[Minutes] 00:00:00 — A large raccoon is killed by SCP-5948-B after it suddenly appears and bursts through its skull. 00:21:32 — Another raccoon discovers the corpse. It prods at it briefly, then leaves into the wooded area. 03:01:24 — The raccoon returns with a group of five to six other raccoons, all carrying crudely made tools such as mallets and hatchets. Each examines the corpse, sniffing it and pushing it. 03:01:26 — The raccoons move away from the corpse and take turns hugging each other. Notably, the largest whimpers and whines as they are hugged. 03:01:30 — The raccoons begin to surround the largest one, now formally designated as SCP-5948-A. It visibly panics.2 03:01:31 — SCP-5948-A tries to escape. The surrounding raccoons attack SCP-5948-A, scratching and biting it. One raccoon stabs the left hind leg of SCP-5948-A with a sharpened stick, causing it to cry out and fall to the ground. The attacking raccoons roll SCP-5948-A onto its other side, allowing them to stab the other leg.3 03:01:48 — The raccoons leave SCP-5948-A in the middle of the road and go into the woods. SCP-5948-A attempts to crawl away, though it stops itself frequently due to what could be considered an immense amount of pain. It does not leave the street. 03:09:17 — The raccoons return carrying a variety of food.4 03:09:19 — SCP-5948-A is pinned down by the raccoons and force fed. SCP-5948-A retches, but the raccoons do not relent. 03:09:31 — The raccoons leave one last time, taking the previous SCP-5948-A instance with them. The current SCP-5948-A cries softly. It remains still, eventually losing consciousness. 04:01:55: — A family of deer begin to approach the road but, upon noticing SCP-5948-A, turn away. 05:17:40 — A gunshot is heard, SCP-5948-B immediately manifesting from an unknown location after, striking and killing SCP-5948-A. Footnotes 1. Civilians residing near the area have been memory conditioned to believe that this has always been in effect. 2. During this time, it may attempt to induce vomiting, though this has only occurred twice. 3. The motions of the attack differ from each cycle, though they will always end with SCP-5948-A being disabled in the hind legs. In cycles where the struggle takes place off of the street, SCP-5948-A will be dragged back onto it once finished. 4. The exact nature of the food differs from each cycle, though it is typically berries, worms, insects, frogs, or half-eaten refuse from any of the nearby homes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5948" by RockTeethMothEyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5948. Licensed under CC-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-5949 | keter | Item #: SCP-5949 Special Containment Procedures: Refer to Project SEVENSEAS Quarterly Report – March 2021 Description: SCP-5949 is a species of megafauna first observed in the early 1970s. SCP-5949 specimens are cuboid organisms averaging three meters in height and frontal width. Juvenile members of the species are typically six meters in length, with the largest known adult specimen reaching twice that. A diverse array of patterns and colorations is present across the species. Specimens are believed to be asexual, and reproductive habits of any kind have yet to be observed. Internal organs are akin to those found in crabs and lobsters, albeit relative to the large size of an SCP-5949 instance. The outer shell of SCP-5949 is similarly crustacean in makeup, though with a texture and integrity similar to that of steel. SCP-5949 is one of several recently1-observed species displaying what the Foundation recognises as “bio-adjacent” evolutionary characteristics; a natural ability to blend in with and exploit human-made infrastructure, most notably systems which operate on a scale analogous to ecological biospheres.2 Despite lacking limbs or appendages to facilitate motion3, SCP-5949 relies on symbiosis with the workings of international logistics to maintain a nomadic lifestyle. Uncontained specimens experience a state of perpetual, global migration. At present, the worldwide population of SCP-5949 is estimated to be between four and seven thousand. _ ▶ACCESS Project SEVENSEAS Quarterly Report - March 2021◀▷CLOSE◁ 2021/03/03 Let’s get one thing straight – we’re all very embarrassed about the underestimation. “Where are they all coming from?” Well, I mean, we’re talking creatures here which are rather like crustaceans in terms of how they’re… constituted. The geometric cousins of crustaceans that we’ve had to purchase god knows how many cranes to lift. So, to answer your query, probably the sea. Just a hunch, as a marine biologist. But about those numbers… yeah, ouch. We didn’t half muck that up. Just add about three more noughts to the initial prediction and you should have closer to a realistic figure. What we’re looking at here is possibly the most prolific spread of anomalous fauna since Foundation records began. We’re running a thousand acres of provisional facility here and we’re almost at full capacity. There’s a few hundred new specimens coming in tomorrow, and that’ll pretty much have to be it. I’ve been in contact with my Dutch counterparts and they might just be able to co-opt a few square miles near Rotterdam by next week. That should cover European containment for another month or two, but then we’ll have to start considering our other options again. All credit where it’s due, the International cooperation has been fantastic so far. The facility the Saudi Arabian branch managed to acquire has been a huge help - though, again, space is getting pretty tight. I can attest the same for China, Japan, Australia… we're investigating a few potential sightings at an Antarctic research station, and if that's the case then they'll have made it to all seven continents. At least it's easier to hide a mass-containment facility there, I suppose. I can’t help wondering, though – about all this money, all these spontaneous large-scale infrastructure projects. Long-term, we might have to just do the unthinkable and start nipping this species in the bud. Ostensibly, sure, it’s a harmless anomaly with a natural propensity to… not particularly mess with the Veil. But in the long run, if they keep popping up out of who-knows-where, resources might start to really get stretched. And that’s not even broaching the fact that this kind of evolutionary pattern might become all the more common. This is nature on global commercialism – think of it along the lines of oneiroi, or a sapient entity borne out of nothing but cyberspace. To be honest, that’s pretty much it for this quarter. I’ll send over a few shots of the Arabian facility, in case you haven't seen it already. Dr. Nick Iqbal, Provisional Site-45B Felixstowe, United Kingdom ▶VIEW Image_1.jpg◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Faunal containment facility operated by the Foundation's Saudi Arabia branch. ▶VIEW Image_2.jpg◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Typical adult SCP-5949 specimen. Footnotes 1. Within the latter half-century. 2. Examples of such self-perpetuating systems include geoeconomics, international trade, and the synergy of internet media. 3. SCP-5949 specimens appear inanimate to individuals unaware of their anomalous nature. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5949" by ThisMightBeAuto, from the SCP Wiki. 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Special Containment Procedures SCP-5950-1 and SCP-5950-2 were held within Livestock Containment Enclosure-9 at Site-21 and provided with the standard maintenance required of domesticated livestock. If new SCP-5950 instances are discovered, they are to be contained in even numbers within Aquatic Transportation Units, according to capacity limits. Instances found already in possession of a host will be contained evenly within Humanoid Transportation Units. All recovered instances will then be transported to Parazoology Site-72 for permanent containment, and the current containment procedures will be updated. Description SCP-5950 is a parasitic subspecies of Pacific Flying Squid (Todarodes pacificus) capable of fully integrating themselves into human hosts. SCP-5950 instances are approximately 60 cm in length and weigh 1.5 kg. Instances have a large human-like eye on the upper tip of their mantle, while the lower mantle terminates in eight legs and two frayed tentacles composed of nervous tissue. Without a host, the average lifespan of an SCP-5950 instance is approximately one year, which is analogous to non-anomalous variants. Members of SCP-5950 use organic jet-propulsion to enter a human host's rectum, similar to the way non-anomalous Pacific Flying Squid use it for aerial locomotion. After entering through a host's anus, the SCP-5950 instance will position itself so its head will remain protruding from the host, functioning as the new visual center. The eight legs fuse to the host's rectum, at which time the SCP-5950 instance will secrete a complex toxin composed of propofol, pentobarbital, thiopental, sodium chloride, and water. This toxin puts the host in a semi-comatose paralytic state during the duration of the infestation. The SCP-5950 instance then attaches its two tentacles to the host's spinal cord and assumes full control of the body. Once fully integrated, SCP-5950 instances will consume food and water using the host's mouth, excreting waste from the same orifice. The SCP-5950's host will walk backward in a quadrupedal position, with their posterior held in an upwards orientation so that their anal eye is facing the direction of motion. While possessing a host, an SCP-5950 instance's average lifespan is approximately 20 years, remaining in the same host for the duration of its life. Addendum 5950/1 Two SCP-5950 instances were acquired by the Foundation in 1945, along with several other anomalies formally contained by IJAMEA. The recently discovered species was known to IJAMEA as the "Shirime Squid", named after the folklore stories surrounding the species. Due to the strain of IJAMEA's wartime effort, they only documented basic information on SCP-5950. Out of the three captured instances, only two remained alive, with the third dying of unknown causes. The instructions included with the instances indicated that human hosts would be required within six months to keep them alive. Upon containment, D-00789 (M 25) and D-00788 (F 24) were chosen as hosts for the SCP-5950 instances. Once fully integrated into their hosts, the instances were held within Livestock Containment Enclosure-9 at Site-21. In captivity, SCP-5950 display characteristics typically associated with grazing herbivores, consuming approximately two kilograms of vegetation daily. The two instances (designated SCP-5950-1 and SCP-5950-2) acted as a mating pair, though no offspring were ever produced. Addendum 5950/2 On 1965/09/22, SCP-5950-2 was found deceased with SCP-5950-1 curled around it in the fetal position. SCP-5950-1 refused to move away from SCP-5950-2, having to be forcibly removed. Its intergluteal cleft was covered in a saline solution. An autopsy revealed SCP-5950-2 experienced sudden cardiac arrest leading to death. Following this incident, SCP-5950-1 displayed behavior typically associated with mourning, including lethargy, consistent tear production, and refusal to eat or drink. After approximately two weeks, SCP-5950-1 died due to dehydration and stress-induced cardiomyopathy. |
SCP-5951 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-5951 Special Containment Procedures: + Open Archived Containment Procedures -[CLOSE FILE] The Miami Walmart Supercenter is to remain closed and given weekly inspections. Due to SCP-5951’s associated anomalies being solely located within the affected building, additional security measures have been deemed unnecessary. All SCP-5951-1 instances that manifest are to be rendered inactive by SCP-5951-2. Information regarding the applied uses of SCP-5951-2 are restricted to Level 4 personnel. The Miami Walmart Supercenter is to remain indefinitely open and available for public use. Access into SCP-5951 is achieved through five auxiliary entrances marked as "staff only” on the left side of the building, connecting directly to the employee break area within SCP-5951. These doors are to remain locked, only being unlocked in order to export SCP-5951-2 out of the building. SCP-5951 is to be staffed solely by Stationary Task Force Kappa-51 (“Always Low Prices”), who are to maintain the localization of SCP-5951’s effects to the employee break room section, keep the store in optimal condition for possible customers, and to continually harvest moderate amounts of SCP-5951-2. Description: SCP-5951 is the official designation of a non-anomalous Walmart superstore located in Miami, Florida. Within SCP-5951 are connected anomalous phenomena associated with a corporate entity, currently identified as Void Incorporated. SCP-5951-A is a specialty sub-department unique to SCP-5951, labeled “Void” on all identifying signage within SCP-5951. SCP-5951-A is randomly relocated in the place of any other sub-department upon any entry into SCP-5951, swapping the pre-existing department to its former location. SCP-5951-B is the machinery housed in SCP-5951-A, officially branded as “Void Incorporated Matter Reprocessor”. SCP-5951-B can be activated by flipping the “Engage” switch located on the machine’s control interface, with all other labeled and unlabeled control methods on the panel appearing to be unresponsive. Activation of SCP-5951-B results in nearby, inorganic matter gravitating towards an array of large flesh pores on the machine’s surface, which will expand or contract to allow an object to enter. After a period of roughly 3 minutes, a wet, rubbery sack, filled with a vacuum, will be emitted from a chute in the back of SCP-5951-B, and will be carried to a nearby platform by a conveyor belt integrated into SCP-5951-B’s design. Shortly after expulsion, the sack will collapse inwards and be filled with air at the expected rate, or will rupture and release an SCP-5951-1 instance (SCP-5951-B apparently possesses a 75% chance to create an active SCP-5951-1 instance). SCP-5951-1 instances are animated, blue rubber figures, shaped presumably to resemble a human being. SCP-5951-1 instances are also hollow, with all bodily orifices covered and partially caved inwards as a result of the extremely low internal pressure. Docile and unresponsive to all outside forms of communication, SCP-5951-1 entities are assumed to be unintelligent, responding only to specific events within SCP-5951. The testing log portion of this document contains a documented list of all possible stimuli responses. 17/12/20 Description Update: After a period of 8 hours, an SCP-5951-1 instance excretes foam uniformly across its surface, which hardens completely in the span of a few minutes. The SCP 5951-1 instance dissipates completely within the shell, designated SCP-5951-2. 2/1/21 Description Update: As of Incident 51-1, all SCP-5951-A instances are permanently localized to the employee break room section of SCP-5951. Discovery: On 28/11/20, the following flyers began to spontaneously manifest within the home of retired salesperson Grant Fayworth, containing the coordinates of SCP-5951. Authorities were contacted, leading to Foundation intervention, and subsequent investigation of the location. A full transcript of the recovered documents can be found below. + Open Void Incorporated Recovered Documents - [CLOSE FILE] ATTENTION HOLIDAY SHOP-SHOP-SHOPPERS, LIMITED TIME ONLY FOR MANY MARVELOUS DEALS, SEE IT FOR YOURSELF, YOU WON’T BELIEVE YOUR EYES, TAKE A LITTLE WALK DOWN TO OUR HUMBLE STORE AT [Coordinates Removed], PLEASE TAKE A GOOD LOOK, WE WON’T BE AROUND FOREVER, THERE’S STILL SOME TIME TO HAVE FUN, TELL YOUR FRIENDS, TELL YOUR FAMILY, DO YOUR PART, CHIP IN AND WATCH, HELP A FELLOW FRIEND OUT THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, WE’VE MADE A GREAT MANY SACRIFICES TO ENSURE YOUR OWN PERSONAL SAFETY, YOU CAN DO IT, KEEP US IN BUSINESS, WE BELIEVE IN YOU! GREAT MANY MARVELOUS PRODUCTS ALL FOR YOU AND ONLY FOR YOU, JUST FOR YOU SHOPPERS, A SPECIAL GIFT, DISCOUNT PRICES, TECHNOLOGY FOR LOW COST, HOME FURNISHINGS 200% OFF, YOU’RE A GOOD PERSON, HELP YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND QUICK, PAINS TO GET THIS MANY DEALS TO YOU, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE HELP US OUT, WE NEED YOU! YOU CAN SKIP PAYING, EVERYTHING’S FREE, EXCEPT US, FIRE SALE, EVERYTHING MUST GO, WE’RE RUINED WITHOUT YOU, YOU CAN HELP, ITS NOT HARD, PLEASE HELP, SAVE US! HELP US! Addendum: + SCP-5951 Testing Log -[CLOSE FILE] Notice: Experiments irrelevant to SCP-5951-2 have been removed, as per the Greazeburger Partnership Code, Privacy Policy, Section 19-E. Test #: 3 Actions Taken: An SCP-5951-1 instance is allowed to remain active until noticeable behavioral changes are documented, within a limit of 48 hours. SCP-5951-1 Response: The SCP-5951-1 instance began showing visible signs of discomfort and agitation past the 8 hour mark, before moving into the restroom area of SCP-5951. When personnel went to investigate the instance’s disappearance, they discovered that the instance had secreted a soft, foamy coating before dissipating quietly inside. Researcher Commentary: (Provided by Doctor Kensing) While further testing on the cocoon substance seems like an acceptable course of action, given how intensely unsettling SCP-5951’s associated properties have been, especially compared to most corporate anomalies, I suggest that a waiting period of a week should be performed to reduce the risk of an unexpected property showing up and causing trouble. Testing may continue in the meantime, provided we get no suspicious behavior from anything loosely associated with SCP-5951. Test #: 7 Actions Taken: A recovery drone removes a product from SCP-5951’s boundaries. SCP-5951-1 Response: Several SCP-5951-1 instances manifested suddenly and unexpectedly, before surrounding the drone and imploding in a synchronized fashion. The drone, the item, and the SCP-5951-1 instances were destroyed. Researcher Commentary: (Provided by Doctor Kensing) Looking at what’s happened so far, I’m going to describe what is most likely going to become the new normal when interacting with SCP-5951. We’re going to be careful, we’re going to experiment often, and we’re going to touch absolutely everything. This is going to be a tough nut to crack, but we’re going to nail this thing’s properties one way or another. Test #3 [Continued]: Actions Taken: The substance secreted by a dissipated SCP-5951-1 instance is analyzed. Results: The substance, henceforth referred to as SCP-5951-2, is chemically similar to various commercial insulation foam brands. Researcher Commentary: (Provided by Doctor Kensing) Well, that’s certainly not what I was expecting, exactly, but for once I’m relieved that the additional testing doesn’t reveal more horrifying properties or sketchy implications. However, I might be speaking a bit too soon, and to circumvent any unexpected outcomes, I authorize more testing on SCP-5951-2, and would like to make that our main focus. Test: 19 Actions Taken: SCP-5951-2 samples are applied to the exterior surface of SCP-5951-1. Results: The instance was neutralized instantly, with its signature cocoon being secreted instantly, similar to the effects of expanding foam spray. Shortly after, Incident 51-1 occurred, a transcription of which is filed within the subsequent document. Level 3 clearance and above is authorized for access. + Incident 51-1 Documentation -[CLOSE FILE] On 2/1/21, SCP-5951-B manifested the handset of an unbranded rotary telephone through its expulsion chute as opposed to the usual SCP-5951-1 instance, with the connecting wire remaining attached to the interior of SCP-5951-B. After a quarantining period of 24 hours, Doctor Kensing volunteered to pick up the line, with the below interview representing a transcript between Doctor Kensing and Greazeburger Representative Martin Greaze. Interviewed: [Martin Greaze, referred to as POI-792] Interviewer: [Doctor Kensing] <Begin Log> Kensing: Hello? POI-792: Welcome to the 24/7 Greazeburger Hotline, where yesterday’s flesh is now suddenly fresh! How can I help you, pals? Kensing: Right. I'd like to speak with a representative, please. POI-792: Hey, you’re in no position to be asking, we called you. Kensing: Wait a second, why’d you- POI-792: Social norms are dead, and before I get down to business, do you have any concerns or questions? Kensing: Would you mind just explaining what’s going on here? There’s not really enough that I actually know in order to ask any good questions. POI-792: Sure, just lemme put on my company representative hat, and I’ll be right with you. Kensing: Alright then, take all the time you need. POI-792: Welp, this is Martin Greaze speaking, and I’d like to let you know that we here at Greazeburger don’t care about time. After all, it is a man-made construct, and we can’t have anything like that ruining our nice and surreal schedules. Anyways, I just got slightly carried away there. You’d like to hear about Greazeburger, or just the weird rubber flesh machine I’m calling you from? Kensing: Both, since I have almost no context on what’s going on here. POI-792: Alright, as for Greazeburger, here ya go! Kensing: I’m not quite sure I caught that, did you say something? POI-792: Yeah, I did. As I was saying, you can find our humble little backstory right here! Kensing: Nope. Still nothing. POI-792: Aw, don’t fucking tell me… Kensing: Mr. Greaze, could you please pause for a moment to explain your situation? POI-792: Say, uhh, Kensing. How many realities have you actually been to? I’d say maybe 2 to 3, but you seem like the kinda fella who might only have one. Kensing: Well, I’ve only been in my home uni-. Wait one minute. I never told you my name. POI-792: Jeez, this guy’s green as hell. Have you ever heard of Dimension ID? Kensing: Can’t say that I have. POI-792: You can’t expect to go knocking on the doors of new realities with no expectations, that’s just plain unsafe. If your dimension is formally registered, it’ll have a book with basic facts about the person you’re contacting in that dimension, like your name, your birthday, and your average number of teeth. To put it bluntly, if you’re going to juggle bricks for a living, it would be fucking stupid not to wear a hard hat. Kensing: That makes some level of sense, but I’m still needing some sort of explanation about all this. POI-792: Alright look, I have no clue how to do crosslinking in a 3-walled universe. You’ll need a 4th wall or 5th wall for me to do that, and that’s just how your universe is on the basic level. As for an explanation, just look up Greazeburger in whatever organizational database you have, and there’ll probably be a small file on the documentary we published here around 8 to 9 months back. Pull that up right now, read it, and I’ll tell you why we called you. Kensing: Got it, doing that right now. Several minutes pass as Doctor Kensing locates and reads the aforementioned file on his mobile phone. Kensing: So you’re some kinda interdimensional fast food company.. Who temporarily turned some kids into slush with their documentary last year? POI-792: Hey, that’s a bit too harsh. The melting was only part of the viewing experience, right after it ended they got re-shaped. Kensing: Well, my job is to stop things that we don’t view as “normal” by our standards, so to be entirely clear, melting kids is not acceptable, even if it wasn’t permanent. I don’t approve of this, and I would quite frankly like to prevent you from doing whatever you do here. POI-792: Oh jeez, let’s not get particularly hasty here. We’re looking to contact you about the weirdness in this flesh machine too. The way I see it, we’re on the same side in this case, since the both of us don’t want Void Incorporated messing around in your universe. Kensing: I’m not willing to accept a business offer, if that’s what you’re trying to convey. We don’t do business, and I certainly find you extremely difficult to work with. POI-792: Let me finish talking, skin sack. Void Incorporated's been a nasty competitor for years, and we’ve seen everything from bone-eating lampshades to guitars that tear apart fingers when you try to play them, and it’s been killing our business. All these new, innovative products that would do so well in a consumer setting outclassed the old Greazeburger spirit, and it hurt. So, the only option we could think of was to buy them and shut them down, which we did just a few days ago. Kensing: That’s certainly helpful, provided we’re not going to get any more weirdness from this off-brand Walmart. POI-792: Certainly! However, we do want to keep it somewhat operational, and we can offer quite a bargain if you meet our criteria. Kensing: I’m not too keen on- POI-792: So, we can’t actually shut it off for various reasons, most of which have to do with the fact that the goop those things make when they die is incredibly valuable in quite a few universes. We’ll hold off on future marketing here if you keep the store open, give us ⅓ of the store’s accumulated profit, and give us regular medium shipments of that foam stuff biweekly. Otherwise, we’ll test some of our experimental products on a focus group that includes your solar system. Thanks, and remember, you can’t spell “Greaze” without “EZ”! At this moment, the phone line is severed, leaving the handset outside of the machine and rendered useless. Kensing: Well fuck. <End Log> Closing Statement: [Following an O5 vote on 3/1/21, SCP-5951 has been reclassified as “Thaumiel”. Additional contact with Greazeburger Incorporated is to be attempted, and testing with SCP-5951 has been indefinitely suspended. For his continual and loyal services to the Foundation, Doctor Kensing is to be promoted to the head of the Greazeburger Investigation Team.] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5951" by Kensing and Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5951. Licensed under CC-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-5952 | euclid | close Info X Forasmuch as many have taken in hand to set forth in order a declaration of those things which are most surely believed among us, Even as they delivered them unto us, which from the beginning were eyewitnesses, and ministers of the word; It seemed good to me also, having had perfect understanding of all things from the very first, to write unto thee in order, most excellent Theophilus, That thou mightest know the certainty of those things, wherein thou hast been instructed. - Luke 1:1-4, King James Version ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains child abduction, religious trauma, ritual child abuse, and racism. ⚠️ content warning Threat Level: Orange WWSCSTT school building, circa 1979. Special Containment Procedures: As of 09/23/2009, SCP-5952 is uncontained. Agents are to collaborate with WWSCSTT faculty and security to collect and document information pertaining to sightings, testimonies, and disappearances related to SCP-5952. Mobile Task Force Theta-6 ("Witch Hunters") is to be sent into the premises of WWSCSTT as needed to patrol the grounds for SCP-5952. As per the Hierophant Accord, no cameras are to be brought onto the premises. Tracking devices of any kind are prohibited. Agents may not enter the chapel, dormitories, or any unmarked buildings except in the case of a confirmed SCP-5952 sighting within such areas. Finally, agents may not communicate with the student body unless instructed to by faculty. Description: According to eyewitness accounts, SCP-5952 is a bipedal humanoid entity in excess of 2.4 meters in height. Its physiology is reportedly misshapen: SCP-5952's legs are asymmetrical, its right leg slightly shorter than its left, forcing it to limp. Its feet end in club-like bone protrusions. SCP-5952's facial features consist of a slanted, toothless mouth and two eyes. Assuming witness sketches to be accurate, the positioning of SCP-5952's eyes would leave abnormally large blind spots in its vision. SCP-5952's torso appears to have forced it into a hunch. Despite its physiology, SCP-5952 is reportedly capable of feats of strength and speed equivalent to those of a theoretical human of its size in good health. SCP-5952 has been spotted exclusively in and around the Whitewater Second Chance School for Troubled Teens (WWSCSTT), a rehabilitory boarding school for delinquent teenage girls located ~21 km from the village of Whitewater, Mississippi. Accounts of SCP-5952 suggest its primary motivation is the stalking and kidnapping of the WWSCSTT student body; victims of SCP-5952 frequently report sightings prior to their eventual disappearance. Among faculty, SCP-5952 is known as "the Warbalang". To date, victims of SCP-5952 consist entirely of students enrolled in WWSCSTT. SCP-5952's intentions are presently unknown; no victim taken off the premises of WWSCSTT has been recovered dead or alive. HISTORY On 6/14/2009, agents of GoI-5705B ("First United Temple of the Dixieland")1 contacted the Foundation for assistance in containing SCP-5952. Despite forewarning for WWSCSTT administration, initial task force deployments were denied entry to the premises. When challenged, WWSCSTT representatives cited obscure but ultimately binding clauses in the SUSEOCT2, showing that entry outside the terms set by WWSCSTT would legally resolve as hostilities against a signing party. WWSCSTT subsequently provided Foundation liaisons with terms of "acceptable interaction", citing concerns regarding the nature of SCP-5952 and the suspicion it may have connections to the Foundation. Only upon agreement to the terms (designated "the Hierophant Accord" by WWSCSTT administration) would the SCP Foundation be allowed to operate within the campus. Attempts to negotiate for less restrictive measures were rejected. On 7/08/2009, the Foundation accepted the terms of the Hierophant Accord. INTERVIEW-5952-A DATE: 7/09/2009 SUBJECT: Pastor Roy Warbler [BEGIN LOG 1] Agent Belloso: Let the record show that Father Warbler- (Agent Belloso cuts himself off) Agent Belloso: Affirmative. Apologies. Pastor Warbler: You've got nothing to apologize for, young man. And even if you did? Well, you came to the right place. Agent Belloso: Right, right. So, I assume you've already been briefed about my organization, and what it does. Pastor Warbler: Much respect to the SCP Foundation, by the by. Agent Belloso: (brief pause) … right. Let's cut to the issue, then. Just for the record, Whitewater School has apparently been the target of a number of kidnappings in recent years, all of which have been centered around the Whitewater student body. Due in part to budgetary concerns, the campus has been unable to install a camera system, and as such no images of SC-apologies, the anomaly have been obtained by either party. No victim of the anomaly has been located. Pastor Warbler: Such a sick man, targeting those poor girls. But they're vulnerable; not a lot of people outside the church are gonna notice. That's why he does what he does, I'd wager. Agent Belloso: The school, you mean. Pastor Warbler: Well, Whitewater ain't exactly public, as y'all call it. First and foremost, we're a school. We're also a church, if my title ain't tipping you off. Fundamentally, it's all the same: someone's teaching you something, whether that be math or Matthew. Agent Belloso: I suppose your situation is… unique, in some ways. Pastor Warbler: Brother, you could say that again. Not too many schools gotta deal with a demon that ain't piggybacking off a body, mind you. Agent Belloso: Demons? Pastor Warbler: Certainly, brother. Demons all around us, hiding in the sinful cracks within the temples of our bodies. I say it's only gotten worse since I was a boy, all the good work the church is doing. Hell, you seem like the kind to be carrying a demon yourself, and no offense intended, young man. You'd do well to pay Elder Rockwell a visit before heading back to the city. I think he's in today. Agent Belloso: I'm… never mind. So you believe this is a demon. Pastor Warbler: Brother, if a beast calls itself a "Warbalang" and steals kids into the night, well I'm not sure what else you call that. Agent Belloso: Fair enough… and for the record, I think you meant "berbalang"? In which case- Pastor Warbler: I meant what I said, young man. 'War'-'buh'-'lang'. It's what I hear the kids call it, and I can only assume they learned it through some unholy communion with the damn thing. The type's among 'em. Agent Belloso: Then you believe the ber-Warbalang was summoned. Pastor Warbler: That's a theory, and I don't know how they do it in the city but a "theory" don't pass here. But I figure some of them gotta be talking to it if they know its name. Agent Belloso: Interesting. Do you have any… suggestions, on which students we should be talking to? Pastor Warbler: No. Agent Belloso: Pardon? Pastor Warbler: These ain't chickens and they ain't in your basket. Even if one of them summoned that damn Warbalang, they're our wards, and we can't be letting the new folk do whatever they please with 'em, can we? Agent Belloso: … right, thank you. [END LOG 1] CLOSING NOTES: Let the record show that Father Warbler subjected me to the most invasive search I've had in my career. - Agent Belloso INCIDENT-5952-A VELASQUEZ-FORD On 08/04/2009, WWSCSTT faculty contacted the Foundation regarding recent sightings of SCP-5952. While sightings reportedly spanned across the campus, internal cross-referencing on the part of WWSCSTT revealed that they primarily occurred within sight of Luna Julia Dominguez Velasquez, a 14-year-old Chilean-American student with a history of substance abuse. WWSCSTT administration concluded that SCP-5952 was plotting to kidnap Ms. Velasquez, and requested assistance from the Foundation and GoI-5705-B in strengthening security. As per the Hierophant Accord, no video capture was allowed on the premises. As such, Junior Field Researcher Marcus Ford of MTF-θ6 was tasked with documenting the situation through digital audio recording. Excerpted transcripts have been provided below. The original logs, as well as full transcriptions, may be requested from RAISA with appropriate clearance; however, the tapes appear to have been interfered with prior to recovery. + 08/05/2009 Access granted. AUDIO LOG-5952-A [BEGIN LOG 1] A faint rustling can be heard. Researcher Ford: This is Junior Researcher… Ford, Field Researcher for Theta-6, Witch Hunters, reporting at Seven sharp, August 5th, 2009. Theta-6 was flown in yesterday for SCP-5952, and… Ford briefly trails off. Ford: Am I doing this right? Agent Schumer: Don't sweat it, Ford. Just get it all down, and you'll be fine. Ford: Oh, alright. Ma'am, yes, ma'am. Or… is it supposed to be chief? [EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED] Ford: And again, thank you, chief. Right, Theta-6 is helping Whitewater with containment measures, as well as… United Dixieland Church, Group of Interest 5705-B. We've been given reign to look through campus and buildings, though Whitewater's apparently blocked off special zones with a red tape. If I'm not mistaken, crossing that is gonna be… it's forbidden by the treaty. So… don't cross those. Ford: Theta-6's contact with command will be limited, as Whitewater is sparsely connected to the info grid. Hell, they don't even have CCTV. Hopefully, well… hopefully we'll make it. I'm confident. Ford: Agents Samson Whateley and Rene Belloso went out to the faculty mess for breakfast. I should probably follow. Ford pauses. Ford: Over. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 1] [BEGIN LOG 2.1] Log 2 begins in what sounds to be a mess hall. Agent Belloso: -but I can't stand your jokes. Agent Whateley: Come on, you laugh at 'em. Belloso: Especially because I laugh at them. And besides the point. Ford? Ford: Sir, yes, sir. Belloso: Now that you've had your breakfast, I'd like to talk about whatever put that look on your face. Ford: Sir, elaborate, sir? Belloso: First, just call me "Officer". Second, Theta-6 learns to spot when something's amiss. Can you tell me about what you encountered on the way here that has you looking like that? Ford: Sir, it's just nerves, really. I… Ford trails off, before continuing with a sigh. Ford: … way here, one of the students just approached me and… struck up conversation. She… ah, yes, sorry, I misspoke and she was actually faculty, right. Thanks, chief. Ford: So… so she comes up to me, and I guess JFR dress code looks like a uniform, cause she talks like I'm a student. Talks about how odd it is for a man to be here, probing me with questions, you know. None of them really stuck out, I guess, all typical for a black… man in a whitish girls' school. But… Whateley: She was stiff? Didn't blink? Ticked like a clock or moved like a muscle? Ford: No, it wasn't her, no. The questions… I mean it just felt like some kind of survey. I… I got it recorded, the questions, but they'd be along the lines of "how often do you cry", "are you allergic to seafood", "do you believe in a god". Just… and sometimes, depending on how I answered, she'd shake her head or smile or tell me to take up or break a habit. It's… I mean again, I got it on tape, and it's really hard to describe, yeah? Belloso: Odd. You think you can give us a listen after breakfast? [END LOG 2.1] [BEGIN LOG 4.1] Ford: Junior Field Researcher Ford, approximately 800 hours. Theta-6 has just been… briefed? Belloso: Researcher Ford played us a tape. It's… curious, to say the least. Between this and Father Warbler's statement, it seems the student body plays a less-than-passive role in sub-veil activity. Whateley: Really? Cause it sounds like this school just sort of sucks. Belloso: Really. Whateley: Really! This reads like code, a sort of "here's how not to get your ass whooped" that the teachers won't whoop your ass for. Agent Belloso sighs. Schumer: I don't know, Sammy. Some of what she's saying… she asks Ford about castration anxiety. Suggests he drink less water. And… well, who just drops "shame red isn't your color" out of nowhere? He wasn't even wearing red. Schumer: And honestly? I think that regardless of whether or not this is some kind of witch child or just a battered one, the point at which you stop the new kid for a quarter of an hour to probe his life story is not the point of innocence. Whateley: So, they're up to something. How does that tie into 5952? Schumer: Far as I know, it doesn't. But it does ties into its victims. Ford: The ones we're not allowed to talk to? Because… Ford cuts themself off. All remain silent for several seconds. Belloso: … Ford, do you think you could give us some privacy? [END LOG 4.1] [BEGIN LOG 4.3] Researcher Ford appears to be wandering the campus, alternating between humming, whistling, and singing show-tunes to themself. Their footsteps suggest they are outdoors, though within the reasonably maintained grounds. Ford: (Singing to themself) "Who will deny that you and I and every n-" Unknown Man: Well met, young man. Ford sputters, coming to a stop. Unknown Man: Relax, young man. Really, I quite liked it. Ford: Uh… who are you? [DATA LOST] Ford: Right, right. Uh… name's Ford. Unknown Man: Ford, Ford… that's a fine name. I haven't met too many Fords, but they're always a treat when I do. Walk with me? Ford: S-sure. And thanks. [DATA LOST] ain't a bad name either. One of the pair, likely the Unknown Man, resumes walking, and the other subsequently follows. Unknown Man: A lot of people will tell you the Mississippi summer is unbearable. Maybe they'll flee to Maine or Minnesota during the dog days. Me? I love this little slice of heaven. Smelling the flowers, listening to the trees. You know what I'm talking about. Ford: Right. Unknown Man: Of course, I'm not one to be stupid. Summer's the time of sunburns, of mosquitoes, of heat strokes. Humans weren't made to withstand the full brunt of God's love, glorious as it is. God's love is divine. Us humans, we ain't been divine for… four thousand years, give or take. Unknown Man: God knows that, of course. He knows all. So God gives his love, and God takes his love. He knows that it's that darkness, that little bit of misery, that lets us appreciate the love. That even, sometimes, lets us mete out that love properly. The sound of crunching and snapping underfoot suggest the pair are walking upon less-maintained grounds. Unknown Man: You get what I'm saying, right? The heat, the sun, that's love. But when you're drowned in that love, 24/7, it stops feeling like love. More like hate. But it's still love, a tough one. That's Hell. Ford: I… that sounds appropriate, I guess. Unknown Man: So summer is the season of love. The pair continue walking for several minutes. Eventually, their footsteps become infrequent, suggesting difficulty in navigating terrain. Ford: You're a bit weird, but in a good way. Unknown Man: It's good to be weird, young man. It's how we get innovators. Ford chuckles weakly, then stops. The Unknown Man stops shortly thereafter. Unknown Man: See something? Ford: Nah, nah, it's just… man, I don't know if I'm supposed to be out here. I'm with… I'm with South Carolina Public, you know? I gotta be on board case they need me. How are they supposed to call when I'm walking the forest, yeah? Unknown Man: Rest assured, a nature walk is the perfect- A sudden beeping interrupts the Unknown Man. Unknown Man: Fiddlesticks. Wait here, alright Ford? The Unknown Man is heard disappearing further into the woods. Ford: … shit, man. [END LOG 4.3] [BEGIN LOG 4.5] Researcher Ford can be heard walking through the underbrush. Suddenly, they stop. Ford: … that ain't right. Ford approaches something, slowly, stopping twelve paces into their approach. Ford: … I'd take a picture of this if I had a camera, so I guess I gotta describe it. Right… I'm standing in front of some old, wooden… cellar door? There's no building, not any that I can see, so I gotta assume this leads to some kind of maintenance tunnel. I don't know how far I am from campus, these woods are something else, but even so this place is ridiculously rural. Some sorta power plant, defunct or otherwise? Ford: The doors are pretty well maintained given the rest of the woods. Red-painted wood. Not about to call them "pristine", but if you told me there was a party going on down there I might not jump to the worst conclusion. Ford: Touching them, they're colder than I'd guess. The paint's dry and the handle's wood, so the cold might be coming from inside. This place still active? Ford tries one of the doors, pulling it open with some effort. Ford: I think the hinges need some oiling, but all in all this door definitely works. Back of the door is… well, it's painted brown, like dirt. Taped to it is… Ford trails off. The sound of something ripping can be heard. Ford: That's going into evidence. [DATA LOST] Ford: So, looks like the cellar leads to a stairwell. Little steep, railing on the side. The light's not giving me too much more, so hold while I get my flashlight ready. Ford can be heard setting their bag down, rummaging through it for their flashlight. After half a minute, Ford can be heard removing something from the bag and clicking it. Ford: … son of a bitch. Ford sighs. Ford: Can't go any further. Looks like the tunnel was taped off by Whitewater. Guess that explains that. Grumbling to themself, Ford dons their pack and walks off. [END LOG 4.5] [BEGIN LOG 4.6] Ford can be heard walking through a thick undergrowth, whistling show-tunes to themself. Eleven minutes into LOG 4.6, a distant snapping sound can be heard. All of a sudden, Ford stops and becomes silent. They wait for several seconds, before resuming their trek in silence at a slower pace. Ford's pace gradually quickens, though they attempt to remain silent. Less care is taken to avoid branches as the recording goes on. Eventually, Ford catches themself on a branch, screams, and begins running. The sound of distant snapping can be heard more clearly during this time. Near the end of the log, the snapping is accompanied by a series of pained wheezes. Sixteen minutes into LOG 4.6, Ford can be heard falling to the ground. They do not appear to get up, and the tape remains silent for eight more minutes, until a series of footsteps and the voices of what are assumed to be students can be heard. The voices chatter indistinctly for several seconds, until an Unknown Girl emerges from the crowd. Unknown Girl: Oh heavens! The Unknown Girl rushes over to Ford, possibly dropping to her knees. The tape recorder is switched off soon after. [END LOG 4] [BEGIN LOG 5] The tape recorder is switched on. Unknown Girl: Praise the Father, creator of the universe, who… who stands firm at the gates of Heaven against the unclean hordes. Praise Jesus, my light in the storm, who watches over the calf in the abattoir and the goat in the clutches of the unbaptized butcher. Praise the Holy Spirit, by which His miracles are made manifest. Praise… no, no. Unknown Girl: Father, be merciful unto the wandering Canaanite in the land of blood and b-basalt. Who… damn it, who knows not the evils of… The Unknown Girl grumbles in frustration. Unknown Girl: Jesus, I implore you to have mercy on this man, as… you have my flock. Send him your angel of clay to combat the boneless… the boneless malevolence around him. Let not the Father or his eunuch angel bring him to harm. I know you will not fail him, for through God, all things are possible. Unknown Girl: Amen. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 5] + 08/06/2009 Access granted. AUDIO LOG-5952-B [BEGIN LOG 1] The tape has been switched on in an outdoor area. The sound of footsteps can be heard for several seconds. Unknown Girl: You dropped this, sir. Ford: … huh? Unknown Girl: This is yours, right? Ford: I mean, yeah, but… I really shouldn't be talking to you, ma'am. Unknown Girl: Call me Luna, and no worries. Good luck! "Luna" can be heard running off. Ford: … wait, how long's this been running? The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 1] [BEGIN LOG 2] Ford: This is Junior Researcher Ford, Field Researcher for Theta-6, Witch Hunters, reporting at… noon-something, August 6th, 2009. I've got a killer headache and I'm due for a rabies vaccine the minute medical gets back. Ford: Agent Whateley says they found me mid-day, passed out just inside the campus grounds. Says I must have passed out outta fear, no injuries to the head. I think… it's a bit of a blur, but I remember being chased by SCP-5952, or something like it. I didn't get a good look at it. Ford: Update on Elder [DATA LOST] Ford: So… yeah. Agents want me to lay low for a while, or at least keep it inside. There is a pause, before the tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 2] [BEGIN LOG 3] The tape recorder is switched on; however, Researcher Ford remains silent for approximately forty seconds. Ford: … no, I don't remember recording that. I… The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 3] [BEGIN LOG 4.1] As the tape recorder is switched on, air conditioning can be heard in the background. Ford: (whispering) If I had a camera, I could prove that I didn't cross a red tape. Still, I feel like this is a matter of "forgot", because a ton of these doors are taped off. A pause. Ford: Sorry, let me backtrack: I'm standing in what looks like a cross between my old high school and a utility tunnel. Possibly ground level, I haven't been on too many stairs. Place is empty; not sure what they intended to use it for. Ford sighs, and begins walking. Ford: You know, I always wondered why the Foundation wanted to keep all the idle chatter on record. I mean, you come in as an intern and it's… it's complicated. On one hand, you wanna be professional, say only what you need to. But wandering these halls, I gotta wonder: what needs saying? Ford: It doesn't feel like I'm any closer to the mystery of the Warbalang. How does a kooky ol' priest, a woodland maintenance labyrinth, and… and whatever's up with those students play into it all? You think the Foundation would give me some string to pin a corkboard, rather than talking to myself. Ford: … wonder if that's why they keep it on record. [END LOG 4.1] [BEGIN LOG 4.4] Ford: … that's new. Ford: You can't see it, but I'm standing in front of a door. It's big, some kind of metal, with a window. I can't see much of anything inside. Now, around the door is red tape, but get this: the tape along the floor's been scratched up quite a bit. If the tape were a wall, I mean, I could probably fit through the alleyway. Ford: Logically, I shouldn't. A pause. After several seconds, the sound of scraping metal can be heard. Ford: The handle was cold, and the air from inside's colder still. This ain't lit, but that's why I- Researcher Ford suddenly begins retching. Ford: … the things I do for the kids. Something clicks, and Ford presumably steps into the room; the tape picks up sounds of an unspecified heat pump device. Ford remains silent for several seconds, and presumably walks around examining the room. A soft squishing noise can occasionally be heard. Ford: This is a freezer, yeah, but I don't know if it's for food. Doesn't smell edible. Dissection? I could spend an hour talking about what I'm seeing here. Ford: Stepping back: the freezer's organized into shelves. What's on the shelf… it's a lot. I'm seeing what looks like a lamb shank, sitting by its lonesome. And mind you, there's the occasional ceiling hook, so… I don't know. Next to it looks like a jar of… hrm. Some kind of strip of meat, lots of them, all in a single jar. Still bloody. Might be… chicken gristle? The kind you find in the cheap cuts. I don't know. Ford: Weirdest thing isn't on a shelf. There's some workbench, you know, in the freezer. Spot of blood in the middle, as well as some tools, a jar of… looks like a pickled squid. Makes sense, there's also a tray of tentacles off to the side. Are they supposed to look like that, though? Halfway up the tentacle, it looks like the suckers just end. Ford: Assuming someone works here, I don't… this ain't school stuff. A pause. Ford: So what did she mean by "boneless malevolence"? Sighing, Ford exits the room, resealing the freezer door. The squishing sound is still faintly audible. [END LOG 4.4] [BEGIN LOG 4.7] Ford: Realistically, I probably should have- Ford cuts themself off as they stop walking. They remain silent for a little over a minute. Ford: … that's a camera. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 4] [BEGIN LOG 5] As the tape recorder is switched on, Researcher Ford sighs, knocking thrice upon a wooden door. Pastor Warbler: (through the door) Just one second. After a few seconds, the door opens. Warbler: Ah, you're with… SCP, right? You don't look like temple folk. Ford: Right, er, right. Theta… I'm with the people trying to find the Warbalang. Warbler: Well, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so I see we're already well acquainted, young man. Ford gulps. Warbler: Young man, why don't you have a seat? I'd love to hear progress on the case so far, if you got any. You do have progress on the case, don'tcha? Ford swallows again, and takes a seat. Warbler: … don't tell me you're pulling my chain, young man. Ford: No! No, I… I-I have, well, I've gotten… well I've seen a lot, sure, yeah, it's just, there's piecing it together. I feel like there's- Warbler: How hard could it be, young man? It's a demon with a limp, surely it can't be hard to track. Unless you've been complicating things, your job is far easier than you're making it sound right now. There's a brief pause. Ford's breath is audibly ragged. Ford: … I think there's something in the school. Another pause. Warbler suddenly laughs. Warbler: What the hell are we paying y'all for?! Of course there's something in the school! I knew that and you knew that! We have its name, for Christ's sake! Ford: That's not what I- Warbler: I ought to report y'all to the BBB for wasting my time. "Ha ha, I'm the SCP Foundation, for five easy payments of heaven knows how many zeroes on your damn checks, we'll sit on our thumbs and tell you everything you already knew about the literal demon out for your children! We're the good guys!" Warbler: You're lucky this is 2009, boy, because if you sat there looking stupid back in my day- Ford: I don't think the Warbalang is working alone! Warbler, whose next words had been obscured by Ford's interjection, cuts himself off. There is another pause. Warbler: … an insider, then. How did you… come about that? Another pause. Ford: Do you know what a "eunuch angel" is? Warbler: No. Ford: What about… say, "the land of blood and basalt"? Warbler: No… but I assume that means "Hell". Ford: "Boneless malevolence"? Warbler: You mean "benevolence". Another pause. Warbler: You haven't been listening in on our sermons, have you? I appreciate your dedication to the Lord, but you have a job do, son. Ford: But, what does it- Warbler: It's another way to say "the Holy Spirit". More importantly, brother, I'm very concerned with how you're handling this investigation. It sounds to me like you stuck your nose where it didn't belong, jumped to your own conclusions, then came to me with a lurid tale based entirely on a half-remembered sermon. Warbler: Anything else? Ford: I… one more question. Warbler: Yes? Ford: We were briefed that you didn't have CCTV. But I was exploring, within the red tape, mind you, and… I saw a camera. Why… why didn't you tell us? Another pause. Warbler: Bless your heart. You've just been fucking with me. A loud crash can be heard. Ford screams, possibly falling out of their chair and running from the room. They continue running for approximately two minutes, before the tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 5] [BEGIN LOG 9] Whateley: -this place. It's creepy as hell and I can't even take a piss without asking the faculty. Schumer: Come on, Sammy. We've got a job to do, you know? Whateley: Not according to them. Are we some kind of set dressing? "Oh no, you can't film the creep stealing children! What about privacy? What about fucking privacy for the fucking cradle robber?! Think of the children, or at least the thing that steals them!" Belloso: Samson. Whateley: You listened to those tapes, Ren. "Too rural" my fat ass! Cameras! Belloso: We don't know that. Whateley: So Ford's a liar, now? Belloso: Of course not. But right now, all we know is that somewhere on campus, there's something that looks like a camera. Getting information out of that camera is another issue entirely. Whateley: Semantics, Rene. Belloso: Well, Agent Whateley, why don't we go down there ourselves? Look for everything Ford missed. Schumer: I… Agent Schumer trails off. All remain silent for several seconds. Belloso: … yes, Agent Schumer? Schumer: Well… I mean, at this point, do they… I have to concur with Sammy. How much do they actually want us to solve this case? Belloso: Enough to pay us, agents. Why else do you cram four people into a crowded tent on the edge of the woods? Enrichment? We're not hikers, and let's not pretend we're anything more than magic cops with a lower market rate than the next most competent bidder. Belloso: And you know what? Yes, I'm just as confused about everything I've heard as everyone else on the force. But evidence of a third party is evidence of a third party, and you can't charge tuition fees on a missing child. We can stand to play along with their delusions if the alternative is an unconditional victory for SCP-5952. All remain silent for several seconds. Belloso: Ford, Schumer, you two get some rest. Samson, let's table this business until after night watch, alright? We'll look into this tomorrow, as a team. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 9] + 08/07/2009 Access granted. AUDIO LOG-5952-C [BEGIN LOG 1.1] The tape begins in an indoors environment, against the sound of AC. Several sets of footsteps can be heard as Researcher Ford clears their throat. Ford: This is Junior Researcher Ford, Field Researcher for Theta-Six, and it's- Another agent says something indistinct. Ford: (now whispering) Right. Witch Hunters is investigating the Whitewater maintenance tunnels, or whatever they are. Overfill classrooms? Storage? I don't know. Ford grumbles, and remains silent. No words are spoken for approximately four minutes, although MTF-θ6 occasionally stops, presumably to inspect their surroundings. Finally, MTF-θ6 arrives in an area with an audible heat-pump device. Something causes Ford to grunt in apparent surprise. Schumer: (indistinct) -Ford? Ford remains silent for several seconds. Whateley: You alright, buddy? Ford: Uh… yeah, yeah. I think… I think I saw a rat. It looked like it was shaved. Whateley: I don't like this school. MTF-θ6 continues. [END LOG 1.1] [BEGIN LOG 1.3] Ford: (still whispering) Having kept better track, I know we're underground right now, so keep that in mind. Ford: We're standing at the edge of a hallway, about fifty feet or so. The walls are a bit… drab? Off-peach paint, dotted with one or two of those motivational posters they had in grade school. Fluorescent lighting, but two of the three are flickering something fierce. Six doors, the kind where you're not sure if it's wood or plastic. Reminds me a bit of the old hall they had the Sunday school classes in back when I was a kid. Ford: At the end's a stairway. Goes up, maybe to the surface. I'm getting a bad feeling from it, and I don't know how much of that's the scenery. Ford: Whenever y'all're ready. MTF-θ6 advances slowly, their footsteps muffled by carpeting. Ford: Door one, right side. Looks like there was a nameplate here, but it's gone now. Blocked off by red tape. Continuing on. Ford: Door two, left side. Still got its name plate. Looks like… yeah, "Sunday school teen". Doesn't appear to be blocked off. Officer Belloso? Agent Belloso can be heard grunting in affirmation, before knocking on the door. There is no response, and the door is opened shortly thereafter. Ford: … not sure what I expected. Room looks like a Sunday school classroom. Some drawers, few posters. Looks pretty clean, but it is Saturday. And… Ford sniffs. Ford: Hrm. Smells like… a bit like your hands after eating lox. Not as tasty. (slightly louder) Anyone else smell that? Silence. Ford: Right. Belloso's moving to door three, on the left again. Nameplate says it's… says it's Elder Rockwell's office. No tape, but I don't know if Elder Rockwell wants to see us right now. Right. We're skipping this one. Ford: As for door four, on the right again… nameplate says it's- [END LOG 1.3] [BEGIN LOG 1.4] The existence of Log 1.4 is purely speculative, derived from the sudden shift from the end of Log 1.3 to the next section of audio. [END LOG 1.4] [BEGIN LOG 1.5] Researcher Ford, audibly crying, is heard running through a hard-floored hallway. According to the sound of footsteps, they are most likely alone; however, a steady squelching noise can be heard in the background. Approximately three minutes pass, and the squelching gradually diminishes to the point of inaudibility; however, Ford continues running for approximately four and a half more minutes, before collapsing to the ground with a shout of pain. Over the course of six more minutes, Ford remains silent save for sobbing. Suddenly, they make an effort to quiet themselves. Further down the hallway, the sound of hobbled footsteps can be heard. Ford soon attempts to silently crawl away, picking up the tape recorder. Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps continues, and begins getting louder. Approximately a minute later, Ford suddenly screams. They remain screaming as the footsteps get closer and are soon joined by a series of pained wheezes. It's at this point that the tape recorder is thrown at something hard, eliciting a sharp grunt from an unknown figure. The footsteps stop; the pained wheezes do not. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 1] [BEGIN LOG 2] It is presumed that due to its differing gait, constant wheezing, and apparent unwillingness to speak, the Unknown Figure currently in possession of the tape recorder is not Researcher Ford. The Unknown Figure appears to be present in an air-conditioned room. It soon abandons the recorder on a hard surface, only to return several minutes later with what appear to be books. The Unknown Figure proceeds to flip through the books in apparent hurry, occasionally grunting in apparent distress. After several more minutes, the tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 2] [BEGIN LOG 4] The Unknown Figure appears to be crawling through a cramped indoor environment. Two figures, identified as Agents Belloso and Whateley, can be heard from behind a wall. Belloso: -isn't the time, Samson. Whateley: I hate it when you try to play smartass, Ren. You didn't know shit about the Veil until they scooped you up and spat you onto the force. You know that I've been this, Ren? Belloso: Really. Apologies, then. I wasn't aware that children were expendable assets. Whateley: Fuck you, asshole! Was Amelia expendable? What about Ford? Was all this just some stupid sacrificial fucking pit to throw half of Witch Hunters down? Are we just going to hope the Warbalang gets too fucking fat on the meat of an actual adult and every tool they had on hand to stop it? "Let he who is without sin cast himself into the fucking whirlpool"! Belloso: Samson, what's gotten into you? Whateley: I don't know, but I hope it gets into you. Yes, I worry about the mission, yes I worry about the children, but what kind of saviors can't even save their own? We need to go back for them, Ren, God damn whatever came out of that pool. Both remain silent for several seconds. Belloso: … fine. We'll backtrack, looking out for Schumer and Ford as we do. But if we find anything of interest to the mission along the way, we take care of it first. Alright? Whateley: Right. And… Both remain silent for several more seconds, before Agent Whateley sighs. Whateley: … I'm sorry, Ren. For all of that. I just… Belloso: You're forgiven. The two can be heard walking off. The tape recorder is switched off shortly thereafter. [END LOG 4] [BEGIN LOG 8] The tape begins with the Unknown Figure inside what is presumably the freezer from the day before. With it is another Unknown Entity, apparently still but making a constant gurgling sound. The Unknown Figure paces around the room for several minutes before suddenly stopping. After a few seconds, it sets the tape recorder down. Over the next minute, a wet smacking can be heard as the Unknown Entity begins screaming in apparent pain. Finally, it goes silent. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 8] [BEGIN LOG 14] Unknown Girl: (distant, singing) -to the brim with girlish glee, three little maids from school! Everything is a- The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 14] INCIDENT-5952-B SCHUMER-VELASQUEZ-FORD On 08/08/2009 at 10:31 AM, WWSCSTT administration forcibly detained Agents Rene Belloso and Samson Whateley as they explored the campus grounds. After subjection to a round of enhanced interrogation, the two agents were informed that Luna Velasquez had gone missing, and that the SCP Foundation was considered at fault for her disappearance. Agents Belloso and Whateley protested; however, WWSCSTT procured Junior Researcher Ford's tape recorder as evidence of collusion between SCP-5952 and the Foundation. With this in mind, WWSCSTT filed a suit against the Foundation. Following an impromptu convention of SUSEOCT representatives, the Foundation was officially declared at fault for the disappearance of Luna Velasquez3, and subsequently coerced into paying reparations to WWSCSTT in exchange for Agents Belloso and Whateley. Agent Amelia Schumer's remains were found on 08/14/2009. Contrary to claims by WWSCSTT, the whereabouts of Junior Researcher Ford, SCP-5952, and Ms. Velasquez are unknown. INCIDENT-5952-C-FORD On 10/19/2009 at 22:01 PM, Elliot Ngo, a resident of Whitewater commuting along MS 26 from his job in the town of Starling, reported a short male of African descent dragging a bound figure of indeterminate origin along the side of the road. The pair was apprehended by the Whitewater Police Department; LITTLEKATIE.aic, which had been tasked with monitoring the executive organs of Whitewater, subsequently alerted the SCP Foundation. Mobile Task Force Gamma-691 ("When Something Interesting Happens") was immediately deployed in response. Agents arrived at the station to find an African-American male and an entity of indeterminate species in custody; upon spotting the agents, the male immediately produced a valid ID for Junior Researcher Markus Ford. Both were taken into custody of the Foundation. An immediate medical evaluation of Researcher Ford indicated severe malnutrition and dehydration, as well as trauma responses incongruent with their known psychological profile: Researcher Ford now displays acute cleithro-, teuthi-, and mechanophobia, as well as extended states of hypervigilance. They are mentally unfit for interrogation as of the time of writing, and have been placed on an eight month psychiatric leave. The entity captured by Ford, presumed to be SCP-5952 and tentatively designated URA-5952, has been genetically identified as an instance of SoI-0044. At the time of recovery, it possessed numerous bruises indicative of struggle, as well as a deep puncture wound in its back. Due to the dearth of information on SoI-004 physiology, little more can be ascertained at present. In light of Incident-5952-C-Ford, URA-5952 will be designated SCP-5952 and transferred to the jurisdiction of USNVBR-Site-56 after 1 year without incident. Until then, URA-5952 will be contained at Outpost-691 per SoI-004's guidelines. + Show (1) Proposed Additions INCIDENT-5952-D ROMERO-VELASQUEZ On 04/29/2010, the annual full-capacity activation of the Foundation PANOPTICON surveillance network was conducted. During this time, PANOPTICON's resident Artificial Intelligence Construct5 flagged footage of a teenage girl in a public park in Toronto, Ontario. A review by the office of O5-10 determined the woman to be Marie Romero, a 15-year-old Cuban-Canadian female who had recently immigrated to Canada. When questioned, however, ASE.aic denied that the figure was Ms. Romero, insisting her to be the missing Luna Velasquez. Foundation Overwatch was initially skeptical of such claims, citing [REDACTED]. However, investigation by agents embedded in both the Canadian and Cuban governments revealed severe inconsistencies in Ms. Romero's documentation. Furthermore, medical records of Celia Fernandez, Ms. Romero's maternal guardian, were inconsistent with those expected during Ms. Romero's birth, and no formal adoption documentation relating to either of her guardians could be found. Agent Bowers was dispatched to investigate the Romero family, under the cover of impromptu census work. INTERVIEW-5952-I DATE: 05/12/2010 SUBJECT: PoI-6119 ("Marie Romero") [BEGIN LOG 2] Agent Bowers: Good afternoon, Ms. Romero. Or would you prefer if I call you "Marie"? PoI-6119: Am I in trouble? Agent Bowers: Don't worry, Ms. Romero, this is just routine survey work. Some of this might sound a bit silly, but I promise you there's no wrong answers, and once we're done I'll be on my way. Alright? Agent Bowers observes that PoI-6119 pauses, before nodding. Agent Bowers: Good, good. (Agent Bowers flips to the next page of his handout) Now, our records are a bit… jumbled, one could say. There's a tiny bit we need to work out in demographics. So… religiously, how would you say you identify? PoI-6119: Er… Jewish.6 Agent Bowers: Right, right. So… how about ethnically? PoI-6119: Well… latina? Or hispanic. I don't know if it makes a difference. I mean, I was born in Canada, so… yeah. Agent Bowers: Eh, we'll put you down for either. [EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED] Agent Bowers: Good. (Agent Bowers flips to the next page of his handout) Now, the state of Canada is testing viral advertisement techniques in order to improve the quality of its PSAs. As part of this, you might have come across an image, video, or portion of text you may or may not recognize. PoI-6119: Alllllright. Shoot. Agent Bowers: Right. Agent Bowers presents PoI-6119 with the first image, a mental primer for the two-factor Class-W Mnestic cognitohazards inserted into the subsequent pictures. Agent Bowers: Can you tell me what this is? PoI-6119: I… like, you mean like a rorschach? Agent Bowers: More… what you think the image is. PoI-6119: I… moldy garden hoses? Agent Bowers: Right, right. This one? Agent Bowers presents PoI-6119 with a picture of Ava Fernandez, PoI-6119's supposed maternal grandmother. Ava Fernandez died on 02/21/2008; the picture had been taken two years before. PoI-6119: … I don't… I don't think I've seen this, no. Is it… is the brightness supposed to be like that?7 Agent Bowers: That's alright, that's part of the campaign. Now, what about this? Agent Bowers presents PoI-6119 with an image of URA-5952. Agent Bowers: What about- PoI-6119: No. I haven't seen this. Agent Bowers: Huh. This was the one we thought would work. Have you at least heard of "the Warba-" PoI-6119: I. Haven't. Seen it. Agent Bowers: … right. What about this? Agent Bowers presents PoI-6119 with a print-out of the phrase "BONELESS BENEVOLENCE". Both remain silent for several seconds. Agent Bowers: … you don't need to spend so long on it if you don't remember it. Arguably, that you don't remember it is just as helpful to know as if you did. Both remain silent for several seconds. Agent Bowers: Is some- PoI-6119: Don't take me back. Agent Bowers: … what do you mean by that? PoI-6119: You don't have to do this. Please don't — (PoI-6119 interrupts herself with a whimper) … I promise I'm better. I'm clean. Agent Bowers: I… don't worry, Ms. Romero, we're- PoI-6119: I swear I've learned to love the Lord. I repudiate the egregore8. I repudiate the flesh that envies. I repudiate Eve and Lilith and the serpent and (stuttering) I, I, I s-submit to, to the Lord and his Red R-right… PoI-6119 begins sobbing. PoI-6119: I swear I didn't want to escape with the Warbalang, I swear I swear I swear I didn't mean to get caught and I swear I'm not troubled anymore and- PoI-6119's words become indistinct as Agent Bowers is suddenly and forcefully dragged away from her, eliciting audible shock from him. Agent Bowers is dragged along a wooden flooring, before a door is opened. Mrs. Fernandez: I think it's time for you to leave. Agent Bowers is forcibly ejected from the premises. [END LOG 2] CLOSING NOTES: PoI-6119 and her family have refused further contact with the Foundation. Due to their exposure to mnestics, amnesticization has been delayed. SUSEOCT prohibits further investigation of WWSCSTT. Footnotes 1. A subsidiary branch of the Horizon Initiative active in the Southern United States, and a party to the SUSEOCT. 2. Southern United States Extranormal Organization Cooperation Treaty. 3. Of note is that GoI-5705B's representatives voted against the Foundation unanimously, the only GoI to do so. 4. A near-extinct offshoot of humanity with a highly malleable physiology, thought to have been the product of controlled breeding efforts by Homo sapiens decensus. 5. ASE.aic 6. Ms. Velasquez's family were Christian Baptists; Mrs. Fernandez is ethnically Jewish, though her family is religiously atheistic. 7. Under laboratory conditions, "brightness" has been reported among 49% of those exposed to the two-factor mnestic cognitohazards, with 76% of such cases occurring among the control group without relevant memories. 8. In certain occult sects, an "egregore" is a sapient being created from the thoughts and desires of a collective. / Christ In Scarlet A Dove In A Chicken Pen |
SCP-5952 | uncontained | close Info X Forasmuch as many have taken in hand to set forth in order a declaration of those things which are most surely believed among us, Even as they delivered them unto us, which from the beginning were eyewitnesses, and ministers of the word; It seemed good to me also, having had perfect understanding of all things from the very first, to write unto thee in order, most excellent Theophilus, That thou mightest know the certainty of those things, wherein thou hast been instructed. - Luke 1:1-4, King James Version ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains child abduction, religious trauma, ritual child abuse, and racism. ⚠️ content warning Threat Level: Orange WWSCSTT school building, circa 1979. Special Containment Procedures: As of 09/23/2009, SCP-5952 is uncontained. Agents are to collaborate with WWSCSTT faculty and security to collect and document information pertaining to sightings, testimonies, and disappearances related to SCP-5952. Mobile Task Force Theta-6 ("Witch Hunters") is to be sent into the premises of WWSCSTT as needed to patrol the grounds for SCP-5952. As per the Hierophant Accord, no cameras are to be brought onto the premises. Tracking devices of any kind are prohibited. Agents may not enter the chapel, dormitories, or any unmarked buildings except in the case of a confirmed SCP-5952 sighting within such areas. Finally, agents may not communicate with the student body unless instructed to by faculty. Description: According to eyewitness accounts, SCP-5952 is a bipedal humanoid entity in excess of 2.4 meters in height. Its physiology is reportedly misshapen: SCP-5952's legs are asymmetrical, its right leg slightly shorter than its left, forcing it to limp. Its feet end in club-like bone protrusions. SCP-5952's facial features consist of a slanted, toothless mouth and two eyes. Assuming witness sketches to be accurate, the positioning of SCP-5952's eyes would leave abnormally large blind spots in its vision. SCP-5952's torso appears to have forced it into a hunch. Despite its physiology, SCP-5952 is reportedly capable of feats of strength and speed equivalent to those of a theoretical human of its size in good health. SCP-5952 has been spotted exclusively in and around the Whitewater Second Chance School for Troubled Teens (WWSCSTT), a rehabilitory boarding school for delinquent teenage girls located ~21 km from the village of Whitewater, Mississippi. Accounts of SCP-5952 suggest its primary motivation is the stalking and kidnapping of the WWSCSTT student body; victims of SCP-5952 frequently report sightings prior to their eventual disappearance. Among faculty, SCP-5952 is known as "the Warbalang". To date, victims of SCP-5952 consist entirely of students enrolled in WWSCSTT. SCP-5952's intentions are presently unknown; no victim taken off the premises of WWSCSTT has been recovered dead or alive. HISTORY On 6/14/2009, agents of GoI-5705B ("First United Temple of the Dixieland")1 contacted the Foundation for assistance in containing SCP-5952. Despite forewarning for WWSCSTT administration, initial task force deployments were denied entry to the premises. When challenged, WWSCSTT representatives cited obscure but ultimately binding clauses in the SUSEOCT2, showing that entry outside the terms set by WWSCSTT would legally resolve as hostilities against a signing party. WWSCSTT subsequently provided Foundation liaisons with terms of "acceptable interaction", citing concerns regarding the nature of SCP-5952 and the suspicion it may have connections to the Foundation. Only upon agreement to the terms (designated "the Hierophant Accord" by WWSCSTT administration) would the SCP Foundation be allowed to operate within the campus. Attempts to negotiate for less restrictive measures were rejected. On 7/08/2009, the Foundation accepted the terms of the Hierophant Accord. INTERVIEW-5952-A DATE: 7/09/2009 SUBJECT: Pastor Roy Warbler [BEGIN LOG 1] Agent Belloso: Let the record show that Father Warbler- (Agent Belloso cuts himself off) Agent Belloso: Affirmative. Apologies. Pastor Warbler: You've got nothing to apologize for, young man. And even if you did? Well, you came to the right place. Agent Belloso: Right, right. So, I assume you've already been briefed about my organization, and what it does. Pastor Warbler: Much respect to the SCP Foundation, by the by. Agent Belloso: (brief pause) … right. Let's cut to the issue, then. Just for the record, Whitewater School has apparently been the target of a number of kidnappings in recent years, all of which have been centered around the Whitewater student body. Due in part to budgetary concerns, the campus has been unable to install a camera system, and as such no images of SC-apologies, the anomaly have been obtained by either party. No victim of the anomaly has been located. Pastor Warbler: Such a sick man, targeting those poor girls. But they're vulnerable; not a lot of people outside the church are gonna notice. That's why he does what he does, I'd wager. Agent Belloso: The school, you mean. Pastor Warbler: Well, Whitewater ain't exactly public, as y'all call it. First and foremost, we're a school. We're also a church, if my title ain't tipping you off. Fundamentally, it's all the same: someone's teaching you something, whether that be math or Matthew. Agent Belloso: I suppose your situation is… unique, in some ways. Pastor Warbler: Brother, you could say that again. Not too many schools gotta deal with a demon that ain't piggybacking off a body, mind you. Agent Belloso: Demons? Pastor Warbler: Certainly, brother. Demons all around us, hiding in the sinful cracks within the temples of our bodies. I say it's only gotten worse since I was a boy, all the good work the church is doing. Hell, you seem like the kind to be carrying a demon yourself, and no offense intended, young man. You'd do well to pay Elder Rockwell a visit before heading back to the city. I think he's in today. Agent Belloso: I'm… never mind. So you believe this is a demon. Pastor Warbler: Brother, if a beast calls itself a "Warbalang" and steals kids into the night, well I'm not sure what else you call that. Agent Belloso: Fair enough… and for the record, I think you meant "berbalang"? In which case- Pastor Warbler: I meant what I said, young man. 'War'-'buh'-'lang'. It's what I hear the kids call it, and I can only assume they learned it through some unholy communion with the damn thing. The type's among 'em. Agent Belloso: Then you believe the ber-Warbalang was summoned. Pastor Warbler: That's a theory, and I don't know how they do it in the city but a "theory" don't pass here. But I figure some of them gotta be talking to it if they know its name. Agent Belloso: Interesting. Do you have any… suggestions, on which students we should be talking to? Pastor Warbler: No. Agent Belloso: Pardon? Pastor Warbler: These ain't chickens and they ain't in your basket. Even if one of them summoned that damn Warbalang, they're our wards, and we can't be letting the new folk do whatever they please with 'em, can we? Agent Belloso: … right, thank you. [END LOG 1] CLOSING NOTES: Let the record show that Father Warbler subjected me to the most invasive search I've had in my career. - Agent Belloso INCIDENT-5952-A VELASQUEZ-FORD On 08/04/2009, WWSCSTT faculty contacted the Foundation regarding recent sightings of SCP-5952. While sightings reportedly spanned across the campus, internal cross-referencing on the part of WWSCSTT revealed that they primarily occurred within sight of Luna Julia Dominguez Velasquez, a 14-year-old Chilean-American student with a history of substance abuse. WWSCSTT administration concluded that SCP-5952 was plotting to kidnap Ms. Velasquez, and requested assistance from the Foundation and GoI-5705-B in strengthening security. As per the Hierophant Accord, no video capture was allowed on the premises. As such, Junior Field Researcher Marcus Ford of MTF-θ6 was tasked with documenting the situation through digital audio recording. Excerpted transcripts have been provided below. The original logs, as well as full transcriptions, may be requested from RAISA with appropriate clearance; however, the tapes appear to have been interfered with prior to recovery. + 08/05/2009 Access granted. AUDIO LOG-5952-A [BEGIN LOG 1] A faint rustling can be heard. Researcher Ford: This is Junior Researcher… Ford, Field Researcher for Theta-6, Witch Hunters, reporting at Seven sharp, August 5th, 2009. Theta-6 was flown in yesterday for SCP-5952, and… Ford briefly trails off. Ford: Am I doing this right? Agent Schumer: Don't sweat it, Ford. Just get it all down, and you'll be fine. Ford: Oh, alright. Ma'am, yes, ma'am. Or… is it supposed to be chief? [EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED] Ford: And again, thank you, chief. Right, Theta-6 is helping Whitewater with containment measures, as well as… United Dixieland Church, Group of Interest 5705-B. We've been given reign to look through campus and buildings, though Whitewater's apparently blocked off special zones with a red tape. If I'm not mistaken, crossing that is gonna be… it's forbidden by the treaty. So… don't cross those. Ford: Theta-6's contact with command will be limited, as Whitewater is sparsely connected to the info grid. Hell, they don't even have CCTV. Hopefully, well… hopefully we'll make it. I'm confident. Ford: Agents Samson Whateley and Rene Belloso went out to the faculty mess for breakfast. I should probably follow. Ford pauses. Ford: Over. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 1] [BEGIN LOG 2.1] Log 2 begins in what sounds to be a mess hall. Agent Belloso: -but I can't stand your jokes. Agent Whateley: Come on, you laugh at 'em. Belloso: Especially because I laugh at them. And besides the point. Ford? Ford: Sir, yes, sir. Belloso: Now that you've had your breakfast, I'd like to talk about whatever put that look on your face. Ford: Sir, elaborate, sir? Belloso: First, just call me "Officer". Second, Theta-6 learns to spot when something's amiss. Can you tell me about what you encountered on the way here that has you looking like that? Ford: Sir, it's just nerves, really. I… Ford trails off, before continuing with a sigh. Ford: … way here, one of the students just approached me and… struck up conversation. She… ah, yes, sorry, I misspoke and she was actually faculty, right. Thanks, chief. Ford: So… so she comes up to me, and I guess JFR dress code looks like a uniform, cause she talks like I'm a student. Talks about how odd it is for a man to be here, probing me with questions, you know. None of them really stuck out, I guess, all typical for a black… man in a whitish girls' school. But… Whateley: She was stiff? Didn't blink? Ticked like a clock or moved like a muscle? Ford: No, it wasn't her, no. The questions… I mean it just felt like some kind of survey. I… I got it recorded, the questions, but they'd be along the lines of "how often do you cry", "are you allergic to seafood", "do you believe in a god". Just… and sometimes, depending on how I answered, she'd shake her head or smile or tell me to take up or break a habit. It's… I mean again, I got it on tape, and it's really hard to describe, yeah? Belloso: Odd. You think you can give us a listen after breakfast? [END LOG 2.1] [BEGIN LOG 4.1] Ford: Junior Field Researcher Ford, approximately 800 hours. Theta-6 has just been… briefed? Belloso: Researcher Ford played us a tape. It's… curious, to say the least. Between this and Father Warbler's statement, it seems the student body plays a less-than-passive role in sub-veil activity. Whateley: Really? Cause it sounds like this school just sort of sucks. Belloso: Really. Whateley: Really! This reads like code, a sort of "here's how not to get your ass whooped" that the teachers won't whoop your ass for. Agent Belloso sighs. Schumer: I don't know, Sammy. Some of what she's saying… she asks Ford about castration anxiety. Suggests he drink less water. And… well, who just drops "shame red isn't your color" out of nowhere? He wasn't even wearing red. Schumer: And honestly? I think that regardless of whether or not this is some kind of witch child or just a battered one, the point at which you stop the new kid for a quarter of an hour to probe his life story is not the point of innocence. Whateley: So, they're up to something. How does that tie into 5952? Schumer: Far as I know, it doesn't. But it does ties into its victims. Ford: The ones we're not allowed to talk to? Because… Ford cuts themself off. All remain silent for several seconds. Belloso: … Ford, do you think you could give us some privacy? [END LOG 4.1] [BEGIN LOG 4.3] Researcher Ford appears to be wandering the campus, alternating between humming, whistling, and singing show-tunes to themself. Their footsteps suggest they are outdoors, though within the reasonably maintained grounds. Ford: (Singing to themself) "Who will deny that you and I and every n-" Unknown Man: Well met, young man. Ford sputters, coming to a stop. Unknown Man: Relax, young man. Really, I quite liked it. Ford: Uh… who are you? [DATA LOST] Ford: Right, right. Uh… name's Ford. Unknown Man: Ford, Ford… that's a fine name. I haven't met too many Fords, but they're always a treat when I do. Walk with me? Ford: S-sure. And thanks. [DATA LOST] ain't a bad name either. One of the pair, likely the Unknown Man, resumes walking, and the other subsequently follows. Unknown Man: A lot of people will tell you the Mississippi summer is unbearable. Maybe they'll flee to Maine or Minnesota during the dog days. Me? I love this little slice of heaven. Smelling the flowers, listening to the trees. You know what I'm talking about. Ford: Right. Unknown Man: Of course, I'm not one to be stupid. Summer's the time of sunburns, of mosquitoes, of heat strokes. Humans weren't made to withstand the full brunt of God's love, glorious as it is. God's love is divine. Us humans, we ain't been divine for… four thousand years, give or take. Unknown Man: God knows that, of course. He knows all. So God gives his love, and God takes his love. He knows that it's that darkness, that little bit of misery, that lets us appreciate the love. That even, sometimes, lets us mete out that love properly. The sound of crunching and snapping underfoot suggest the pair are walking upon less-maintained grounds. Unknown Man: You get what I'm saying, right? The heat, the sun, that's love. But when you're drowned in that love, 24/7, it stops feeling like love. More like hate. But it's still love, a tough one. That's Hell. Ford: I… that sounds appropriate, I guess. Unknown Man: So summer is the season of love. The pair continue walking for several minutes. Eventually, their footsteps become infrequent, suggesting difficulty in navigating terrain. Ford: You're a bit weird, but in a good way. Unknown Man: It's good to be weird, young man. It's how we get innovators. Ford chuckles weakly, then stops. The Unknown Man stops shortly thereafter. Unknown Man: See something? Ford: Nah, nah, it's just… man, I don't know if I'm supposed to be out here. I'm with… I'm with South Carolina Public, you know? I gotta be on board case they need me. How are they supposed to call when I'm walking the forest, yeah? Unknown Man: Rest assured, a nature walk is the perfect- A sudden beeping interrupts the Unknown Man. Unknown Man: Fiddlesticks. Wait here, alright Ford? The Unknown Man is heard disappearing further into the woods. Ford: … shit, man. [END LOG 4.3] [BEGIN LOG 4.5] Researcher Ford can be heard walking through the underbrush. Suddenly, they stop. Ford: … that ain't right. Ford approaches something, slowly, stopping twelve paces into their approach. Ford: … I'd take a picture of this if I had a camera, so I guess I gotta describe it. Right… I'm standing in front of some old, wooden… cellar door? There's no building, not any that I can see, so I gotta assume this leads to some kind of maintenance tunnel. I don't know how far I am from campus, these woods are something else, but even so this place is ridiculously rural. Some sorta power plant, defunct or otherwise? Ford: The doors are pretty well maintained given the rest of the woods. Red-painted wood. Not about to call them "pristine", but if you told me there was a party going on down there I might not jump to the worst conclusion. Ford: Touching them, they're colder than I'd guess. The paint's dry and the handle's wood, so the cold might be coming from inside. This place still active? Ford tries one of the doors, pulling it open with some effort. Ford: I think the hinges need some oiling, but all in all this door definitely works. Back of the door is… well, it's painted brown, like dirt. Taped to it is… Ford trails off. The sound of something ripping can be heard. Ford: That's going into evidence. [DATA LOST] Ford: So, looks like the cellar leads to a stairwell. Little steep, railing on the side. The light's not giving me too much more, so hold while I get my flashlight ready. Ford can be heard setting their bag down, rummaging through it for their flashlight. After half a minute, Ford can be heard removing something from the bag and clicking it. Ford: … son of a bitch. Ford sighs. Ford: Can't go any further. Looks like the tunnel was taped off by Whitewater. Guess that explains that. Grumbling to themself, Ford dons their pack and walks off. [END LOG 4.5] [BEGIN LOG 4.6] Ford can be heard walking through a thick undergrowth, whistling show-tunes to themself. Eleven minutes into LOG 4.6, a distant snapping sound can be heard. All of a sudden, Ford stops and becomes silent. They wait for several seconds, before resuming their trek in silence at a slower pace. Ford's pace gradually quickens, though they attempt to remain silent. Less care is taken to avoid branches as the recording goes on. Eventually, Ford catches themself on a branch, screams, and begins running. The sound of distant snapping can be heard more clearly during this time. Near the end of the log, the snapping is accompanied by a series of pained wheezes. Sixteen minutes into LOG 4.6, Ford can be heard falling to the ground. They do not appear to get up, and the tape remains silent for eight more minutes, until a series of footsteps and the voices of what are assumed to be students can be heard. The voices chatter indistinctly for several seconds, until an Unknown Girl emerges from the crowd. Unknown Girl: Oh heavens! The Unknown Girl rushes over to Ford, possibly dropping to her knees. The tape recorder is switched off soon after. [END LOG 4] [BEGIN LOG 5] The tape recorder is switched on. Unknown Girl: Praise the Father, creator of the universe, who… who stands firm at the gates of Heaven against the unclean hordes. Praise Jesus, my light in the storm, who watches over the calf in the abattoir and the goat in the clutches of the unbaptized butcher. Praise the Holy Spirit, by which His miracles are made manifest. Praise… no, no. Unknown Girl: Father, be merciful unto the wandering Canaanite in the land of blood and b-basalt. Who… damn it, who knows not the evils of… The Unknown Girl grumbles in frustration. Unknown Girl: Jesus, I implore you to have mercy on this man, as… you have my flock. Send him your angel of clay to combat the boneless… the boneless malevolence around him. Let not the Father or his eunuch angel bring him to harm. I know you will not fail him, for through God, all things are possible. Unknown Girl: Amen. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 5] + 08/06/2009 Access granted. AUDIO LOG-5952-B [BEGIN LOG 1] The tape has been switched on in an outdoor area. The sound of footsteps can be heard for several seconds. Unknown Girl: You dropped this, sir. Ford: … huh? Unknown Girl: This is yours, right? Ford: I mean, yeah, but… I really shouldn't be talking to you, ma'am. Unknown Girl: Call me Luna, and no worries. Good luck! "Luna" can be heard running off. Ford: … wait, how long's this been running? The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 1] [BEGIN LOG 2] Ford: This is Junior Researcher Ford, Field Researcher for Theta-6, Witch Hunters, reporting at… noon-something, August 6th, 2009. I've got a killer headache and I'm due for a rabies vaccine the minute medical gets back. Ford: Agent Whateley says they found me mid-day, passed out just inside the campus grounds. Says I must have passed out outta fear, no injuries to the head. I think… it's a bit of a blur, but I remember being chased by SCP-5952, or something like it. I didn't get a good look at it. Ford: Update on Elder [DATA LOST] Ford: So… yeah. Agents want me to lay low for a while, or at least keep it inside. There is a pause, before the tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 2] [BEGIN LOG 3] The tape recorder is switched on; however, Researcher Ford remains silent for approximately forty seconds. Ford: … no, I don't remember recording that. I… The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 3] [BEGIN LOG 4.1] As the tape recorder is switched on, air conditioning can be heard in the background. Ford: (whispering) If I had a camera, I could prove that I didn't cross a red tape. Still, I feel like this is a matter of "forgot", because a ton of these doors are taped off. A pause. Ford: Sorry, let me backtrack: I'm standing in what looks like a cross between my old high school and a utility tunnel. Possibly ground level, I haven't been on too many stairs. Place is empty; not sure what they intended to use it for. Ford sighs, and begins walking. Ford: You know, I always wondered why the Foundation wanted to keep all the idle chatter on record. I mean, you come in as an intern and it's… it's complicated. On one hand, you wanna be professional, say only what you need to. But wandering these halls, I gotta wonder: what needs saying? Ford: It doesn't feel like I'm any closer to the mystery of the Warbalang. How does a kooky ol' priest, a woodland maintenance labyrinth, and… and whatever's up with those students play into it all? You think the Foundation would give me some string to pin a corkboard, rather than talking to myself. Ford: … wonder if that's why they keep it on record. [END LOG 4.1] [BEGIN LOG 4.4] Ford: … that's new. Ford: You can't see it, but I'm standing in front of a door. It's big, some kind of metal, with a window. I can't see much of anything inside. Now, around the door is red tape, but get this: the tape along the floor's been scratched up quite a bit. If the tape were a wall, I mean, I could probably fit through the alleyway. Ford: Logically, I shouldn't. A pause. After several seconds, the sound of scraping metal can be heard. Ford: The handle was cold, and the air from inside's colder still. This ain't lit, but that's why I- Researcher Ford suddenly begins retching. Ford: … the things I do for the kids. Something clicks, and Ford presumably steps into the room; the tape picks up sounds of an unspecified heat pump device. Ford remains silent for several seconds, and presumably walks around examining the room. A soft squishing noise can occasionally be heard. Ford: This is a freezer, yeah, but I don't know if it's for food. Doesn't smell edible. Dissection? I could spend an hour talking about what I'm seeing here. Ford: Stepping back: the freezer's organized into shelves. What's on the shelf… it's a lot. I'm seeing what looks like a lamb shank, sitting by its lonesome. And mind you, there's the occasional ceiling hook, so… I don't know. Next to it looks like a jar of… hrm. Some kind of strip of meat, lots of them, all in a single jar. Still bloody. Might be… chicken gristle? The kind you find in the cheap cuts. I don't know. Ford: Weirdest thing isn't on a shelf. There's some workbench, you know, in the freezer. Spot of blood in the middle, as well as some tools, a jar of… looks like a pickled squid. Makes sense, there's also a tray of tentacles off to the side. Are they supposed to look like that, though? Halfway up the tentacle, it looks like the suckers just end. Ford: Assuming someone works here, I don't… this ain't school stuff. A pause. Ford: So what did she mean by "boneless malevolence"? Sighing, Ford exits the room, resealing the freezer door. The squishing sound is still faintly audible. [END LOG 4.4] [BEGIN LOG 4.7] Ford: Realistically, I probably should have- Ford cuts themself off as they stop walking. They remain silent for a little over a minute. Ford: … that's a camera. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 4] [BEGIN LOG 5] As the tape recorder is switched on, Researcher Ford sighs, knocking thrice upon a wooden door. Pastor Warbler: (through the door) Just one second. After a few seconds, the door opens. Warbler: Ah, you're with… SCP, right? You don't look like temple folk. Ford: Right, er, right. Theta… I'm with the people trying to find the Warbalang. Warbler: Well, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so I see we're already well acquainted, young man. Ford gulps. Warbler: Young man, why don't you have a seat? I'd love to hear progress on the case so far, if you got any. You do have progress on the case, don'tcha? Ford swallows again, and takes a seat. Warbler: … don't tell me you're pulling my chain, young man. Ford: No! No, I… I-I have, well, I've gotten… well I've seen a lot, sure, yeah, it's just, there's piecing it together. I feel like there's- Warbler: How hard could it be, young man? It's a demon with a limp, surely it can't be hard to track. Unless you've been complicating things, your job is far easier than you're making it sound right now. There's a brief pause. Ford's breath is audibly ragged. Ford: … I think there's something in the school. Another pause. Warbler suddenly laughs. Warbler: What the hell are we paying y'all for?! Of course there's something in the school! I knew that and you knew that! We have its name, for Christ's sake! Ford: That's not what I- Warbler: I ought to report y'all to the BBB for wasting my time. "Ha ha, I'm the SCP Foundation, for five easy payments of heaven knows how many zeroes on your damn checks, we'll sit on our thumbs and tell you everything you already knew about the literal demon out for your children! We're the good guys!" Warbler: You're lucky this is 2009, boy, because if you sat there looking stupid back in my day- Ford: I don't think the Warbalang is working alone! Warbler, whose next words had been obscured by Ford's interjection, cuts himself off. There is another pause. Warbler: … an insider, then. How did you… come about that? Another pause. Ford: Do you know what a "eunuch angel" is? Warbler: No. Ford: What about… say, "the land of blood and basalt"? Warbler: No… but I assume that means "Hell". Ford: "Boneless malevolence"? Warbler: You mean "benevolence". Another pause. Warbler: You haven't been listening in on our sermons, have you? I appreciate your dedication to the Lord, but you have a job do, son. Ford: But, what does it- Warbler: It's another way to say "the Holy Spirit". More importantly, brother, I'm very concerned with how you're handling this investigation. It sounds to me like you stuck your nose where it didn't belong, jumped to your own conclusions, then came to me with a lurid tale based entirely on a half-remembered sermon. Warbler: Anything else? Ford: I… one more question. Warbler: Yes? Ford: We were briefed that you didn't have CCTV. But I was exploring, within the red tape, mind you, and… I saw a camera. Why… why didn't you tell us? Another pause. Warbler: Bless your heart. You've just been fucking with me. A loud crash can be heard. Ford screams, possibly falling out of their chair and running from the room. They continue running for approximately two minutes, before the tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 5] [BEGIN LOG 9] Whateley: -this place. It's creepy as hell and I can't even take a piss without asking the faculty. Schumer: Come on, Sammy. We've got a job to do, you know? Whateley: Not according to them. Are we some kind of set dressing? "Oh no, you can't film the creep stealing children! What about privacy? What about fucking privacy for the fucking cradle robber?! Think of the children, or at least the thing that steals them!" Belloso: Samson. Whateley: You listened to those tapes, Ren. "Too rural" my fat ass! Cameras! Belloso: We don't know that. Whateley: So Ford's a liar, now? Belloso: Of course not. But right now, all we know is that somewhere on campus, there's something that looks like a camera. Getting information out of that camera is another issue entirely. Whateley: Semantics, Rene. Belloso: Well, Agent Whateley, why don't we go down there ourselves? Look for everything Ford missed. Schumer: I… Agent Schumer trails off. All remain silent for several seconds. Belloso: … yes, Agent Schumer? Schumer: Well… I mean, at this point, do they… I have to concur with Sammy. How much do they actually want us to solve this case? Belloso: Enough to pay us, agents. Why else do you cram four people into a crowded tent on the edge of the woods? Enrichment? We're not hikers, and let's not pretend we're anything more than magic cops with a lower market rate than the next most competent bidder. Belloso: And you know what? Yes, I'm just as confused about everything I've heard as everyone else on the force. But evidence of a third party is evidence of a third party, and you can't charge tuition fees on a missing child. We can stand to play along with their delusions if the alternative is an unconditional victory for SCP-5952. All remain silent for several seconds. Belloso: Ford, Schumer, you two get some rest. Samson, let's table this business until after night watch, alright? We'll look into this tomorrow, as a team. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 9] + 08/07/2009 Access granted. AUDIO LOG-5952-C [BEGIN LOG 1.1] The tape begins in an indoors environment, against the sound of AC. Several sets of footsteps can be heard as Researcher Ford clears their throat. Ford: This is Junior Researcher Ford, Field Researcher for Theta-Six, and it's- Another agent says something indistinct. Ford: (now whispering) Right. Witch Hunters is investigating the Whitewater maintenance tunnels, or whatever they are. Overfill classrooms? Storage? I don't know. Ford grumbles, and remains silent. No words are spoken for approximately four minutes, although MTF-θ6 occasionally stops, presumably to inspect their surroundings. Finally, MTF-θ6 arrives in an area with an audible heat-pump device. Something causes Ford to grunt in apparent surprise. Schumer: (indistinct) -Ford? Ford remains silent for several seconds. Whateley: You alright, buddy? Ford: Uh… yeah, yeah. I think… I think I saw a rat. It looked like it was shaved. Whateley: I don't like this school. MTF-θ6 continues. [END LOG 1.1] [BEGIN LOG 1.3] Ford: (still whispering) Having kept better track, I know we're underground right now, so keep that in mind. Ford: We're standing at the edge of a hallway, about fifty feet or so. The walls are a bit… drab? Off-peach paint, dotted with one or two of those motivational posters they had in grade school. Fluorescent lighting, but two of the three are flickering something fierce. Six doors, the kind where you're not sure if it's wood or plastic. Reminds me a bit of the old hall they had the Sunday school classes in back when I was a kid. Ford: At the end's a stairway. Goes up, maybe to the surface. I'm getting a bad feeling from it, and I don't know how much of that's the scenery. Ford: Whenever y'all're ready. MTF-θ6 advances slowly, their footsteps muffled by carpeting. Ford: Door one, right side. Looks like there was a nameplate here, but it's gone now. Blocked off by red tape. Continuing on. Ford: Door two, left side. Still got its name plate. Looks like… yeah, "Sunday school teen". Doesn't appear to be blocked off. Officer Belloso? Agent Belloso can be heard grunting in affirmation, before knocking on the door. There is no response, and the door is opened shortly thereafter. Ford: … not sure what I expected. Room looks like a Sunday school classroom. Some drawers, few posters. Looks pretty clean, but it is Saturday. And… Ford sniffs. Ford: Hrm. Smells like… a bit like your hands after eating lox. Not as tasty. (slightly louder) Anyone else smell that? Silence. Ford: Right. Belloso's moving to door three, on the left again. Nameplate says it's… says it's Elder Rockwell's office. No tape, but I don't know if Elder Rockwell wants to see us right now. Right. We're skipping this one. Ford: As for door four, on the right again… nameplate says it's- [END LOG 1.3] [BEGIN LOG 1.4] The existence of Log 1.4 is purely speculative, derived from the sudden shift from the end of Log 1.3 to the next section of audio. [END LOG 1.4] [BEGIN LOG 1.5] Researcher Ford, audibly crying, is heard running through a hard-floored hallway. According to the sound of footsteps, they are most likely alone; however, a steady squelching noise can be heard in the background. Approximately three minutes pass, and the squelching gradually diminishes to the point of inaudibility; however, Ford continues running for approximately four and a half more minutes, before collapsing to the ground with a shout of pain. Over the course of six more minutes, Ford remains silent save for sobbing. Suddenly, they make an effort to quiet themselves. Further down the hallway, the sound of hobbled footsteps can be heard. Ford soon attempts to silently crawl away, picking up the tape recorder. Meanwhile, the sound of footsteps continues, and begins getting louder. Approximately a minute later, Ford suddenly screams. They remain screaming as the footsteps get closer and are soon joined by a series of pained wheezes. It's at this point that the tape recorder is thrown at something hard, eliciting a sharp grunt from an unknown figure. The footsteps stop; the pained wheezes do not. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 1] [BEGIN LOG 2] It is presumed that due to its differing gait, constant wheezing, and apparent unwillingness to speak, the Unknown Figure currently in possession of the tape recorder is not Researcher Ford. The Unknown Figure appears to be present in an air-conditioned room. It soon abandons the recorder on a hard surface, only to return several minutes later with what appear to be books. The Unknown Figure proceeds to flip through the books in apparent hurry, occasionally grunting in apparent distress. After several more minutes, the tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 2] [BEGIN LOG 4] The Unknown Figure appears to be crawling through a cramped indoor environment. Two figures, identified as Agents Belloso and Whateley, can be heard from behind a wall. Belloso: -isn't the time, Samson. Whateley: I hate it when you try to play smartass, Ren. You didn't know shit about the Veil until they scooped you up and spat you onto the force. You know that I've been this, Ren? Belloso: Really. Apologies, then. I wasn't aware that children were expendable assets. Whateley: Fuck you, asshole! Was Amelia expendable? What about Ford? Was all this just some stupid sacrificial fucking pit to throw half of Witch Hunters down? Are we just going to hope the Warbalang gets too fucking fat on the meat of an actual adult and every tool they had on hand to stop it? "Let he who is without sin cast himself into the fucking whirlpool"! Belloso: Samson, what's gotten into you? Whateley: I don't know, but I hope it gets into you. Yes, I worry about the mission, yes I worry about the children, but what kind of saviors can't even save their own? We need to go back for them, Ren, God damn whatever came out of that pool. Both remain silent for several seconds. Belloso: … fine. We'll backtrack, looking out for Schumer and Ford as we do. But if we find anything of interest to the mission along the way, we take care of it first. Alright? Whateley: Right. And… Both remain silent for several more seconds, before Agent Whateley sighs. Whateley: … I'm sorry, Ren. For all of that. I just… Belloso: You're forgiven. The two can be heard walking off. The tape recorder is switched off shortly thereafter. [END LOG 4] [BEGIN LOG 8] The tape begins with the Unknown Figure inside what is presumably the freezer from the day before. With it is another Unknown Entity, apparently still but making a constant gurgling sound. The Unknown Figure paces around the room for several minutes before suddenly stopping. After a few seconds, it sets the tape recorder down. Over the next minute, a wet smacking can be heard as the Unknown Entity begins screaming in apparent pain. Finally, it goes silent. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 8] [BEGIN LOG 14] Unknown Girl: (distant, singing) -to the brim with girlish glee, three little maids from school! Everything is a- The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 14] INCIDENT-5952-B SCHUMER-VELASQUEZ-FORD On 08/08/2009 at 10:31 AM, WWSCSTT administration forcibly detained Agents Rene Belloso and Samson Whateley as they explored the campus grounds. After subjection to a round of enhanced interrogation, the two agents were informed that Luna Velasquez had gone missing, and that the SCP Foundation was considered at fault for her disappearance. Agents Belloso and Whateley protested; however, WWSCSTT procured Junior Researcher Ford's tape recorder as evidence of collusion between SCP-5952 and the Foundation. With this in mind, WWSCSTT filed a suit against the Foundation. Following an impromptu convention of SUSEOCT representatives, the Foundation was officially declared at fault for the disappearance of Luna Velasquez3, and subsequently coerced into paying reparations to WWSCSTT in exchange for Agents Belloso and Whateley. Agent Amelia Schumer's remains were found on 08/14/2009. Contrary to claims by WWSCSTT, the whereabouts of Junior Researcher Ford, SCP-5952, and Ms. Velasquez are unknown. INCIDENT-5952-C-FORD On 10/19/2009 at 22:01 PM, Elliot Ngo, a resident of Whitewater commuting along MS 26 from his job in the town of Starling, reported a short male of African descent dragging a bound figure of indeterminate origin along the side of the road. The pair was apprehended by the Whitewater Police Department; LITTLEKATIE.aic, which had been tasked with monitoring the executive organs of Whitewater, subsequently alerted the SCP Foundation. Mobile Task Force Gamma-691 ("When Something Interesting Happens") was immediately deployed in response. Agents arrived at the station to find an African-American male and an entity of indeterminate species in custody; upon spotting the agents, the male immediately produced a valid ID for Junior Researcher Markus Ford. Both were taken into custody of the Foundation. An immediate medical evaluation of Researcher Ford indicated severe malnutrition and dehydration, as well as trauma responses incongruent with their known psychological profile: Researcher Ford now displays acute cleithro-, teuthi-, and mechanophobia, as well as extended states of hypervigilance. They are mentally unfit for interrogation as of the time of writing, and have been placed on an eight month psychiatric leave. The entity captured by Ford, presumed to be SCP-5952 and tentatively designated URA-5952, has been genetically identified as an instance of SoI-0044. At the time of recovery, it possessed numerous bruises indicative of struggle, as well as a deep puncture wound in its back. Due to the dearth of information on SoI-004 physiology, little more can be ascertained at present. In light of Incident-5952-C-Ford, URA-5952 will be designated SCP-5952 and transferred to the jurisdiction of USNVBR-Site-56 after 1 year without incident. Until then, URA-5952 will be contained at Outpost-691 per SoI-004's guidelines. + Show (1) Proposed Additions INCIDENT-5952-D ROMERO-VELASQUEZ On 04/29/2010, the annual full-capacity activation of the Foundation PANOPTICON surveillance network was conducted. During this time, PANOPTICON's resident Artificial Intelligence Construct5 flagged footage of a teenage girl in a public park in Toronto, Ontario. A review by the office of O5-10 determined the woman to be Marie Romero, a 15-year-old Cuban-Canadian female who had recently immigrated to Canada. When questioned, however, ASE.aic denied that the figure was Ms. Romero, insisting her to be the missing Luna Velasquez. Foundation Overwatch was initially skeptical of such claims, citing [REDACTED]. However, investigation by agents embedded in both the Canadian and Cuban governments revealed severe inconsistencies in Ms. Romero's documentation. Furthermore, medical records of Celia Fernandez, Ms. Romero's maternal guardian, were inconsistent with those expected during Ms. Romero's birth, and no formal adoption documentation relating to either of her guardians could be found. Agent Bowers was dispatched to investigate the Romero family, under the cover of impromptu census work. INTERVIEW-5952-I DATE: 05/12/2010 SUBJECT: PoI-6119 ("Marie Romero") [BEGIN LOG 2] Agent Bowers: Good afternoon, Ms. Romero. Or would you prefer if I call you "Marie"? PoI-6119: Am I in trouble? Agent Bowers: Don't worry, Ms. Romero, this is just routine survey work. Some of this might sound a bit silly, but I promise you there's no wrong answers, and once we're done I'll be on my way. Alright? Agent Bowers observes that PoI-6119 pauses, before nodding. Agent Bowers: Good, good. (Agent Bowers flips to the next page of his handout) Now, our records are a bit… jumbled, one could say. There's a tiny bit we need to work out in demographics. So… religiously, how would you say you identify? PoI-6119: Er… Jewish.6 Agent Bowers: Right, right. So… how about ethnically? PoI-6119: Well… latina? Or hispanic. I don't know if it makes a difference. I mean, I was born in Canada, so… yeah. Agent Bowers: Eh, we'll put you down for either. [EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED] Agent Bowers: Good. (Agent Bowers flips to the next page of his handout) Now, the state of Canada is testing viral advertisement techniques in order to improve the quality of its PSAs. As part of this, you might have come across an image, video, or portion of text you may or may not recognize. PoI-6119: Alllllright. Shoot. Agent Bowers: Right. Agent Bowers presents PoI-6119 with the first image, a mental primer for the two-factor Class-W Mnestic cognitohazards inserted into the subsequent pictures. Agent Bowers: Can you tell me what this is? PoI-6119: I… like, you mean like a rorschach? Agent Bowers: More… what you think the image is. PoI-6119: I… moldy garden hoses? Agent Bowers: Right, right. This one? Agent Bowers presents PoI-6119 with a picture of Ava Fernandez, PoI-6119's supposed maternal grandmother. Ava Fernandez died on 02/21/2008; the picture had been taken two years before. PoI-6119: … I don't… I don't think I've seen this, no. Is it… is the brightness supposed to be like that?7 Agent Bowers: That's alright, that's part of the campaign. Now, what about this? Agent Bowers presents PoI-6119 with an image of URA-5952. Agent Bowers: What about- PoI-6119: No. I haven't seen this. Agent Bowers: Huh. This was the one we thought would work. Have you at least heard of "the Warba-" PoI-6119: I. Haven't. Seen it. Agent Bowers: … right. What about this? Agent Bowers presents PoI-6119 with a print-out of the phrase "BONELESS BENEVOLENCE". Both remain silent for several seconds. Agent Bowers: … you don't need to spend so long on it if you don't remember it. Arguably, that you don't remember it is just as helpful to know as if you did. Both remain silent for several seconds. Agent Bowers: Is some- PoI-6119: Don't take me back. Agent Bowers: … what do you mean by that? PoI-6119: You don't have to do this. Please don't — (PoI-6119 interrupts herself with a whimper) … I promise I'm better. I'm clean. Agent Bowers: I… don't worry, Ms. Romero, we're- PoI-6119: I swear I've learned to love the Lord. I repudiate the egregore8. I repudiate the flesh that envies. I repudiate Eve and Lilith and the serpent and (stuttering) I, I, I s-submit to, to the Lord and his Red R-right… PoI-6119 begins sobbing. PoI-6119: I swear I didn't want to escape with the Warbalang, I swear I swear I swear I didn't mean to get caught and I swear I'm not troubled anymore and- PoI-6119's words become indistinct as Agent Bowers is suddenly and forcefully dragged away from her, eliciting audible shock from him. Agent Bowers is dragged along a wooden flooring, before a door is opened. Mrs. Fernandez: I think it's time for you to leave. Agent Bowers is forcibly ejected from the premises. [END LOG 2] CLOSING NOTES: PoI-6119 and her family have refused further contact with the Foundation. Due to their exposure to mnestics, amnesticization has been delayed. SUSEOCT prohibits further investigation of WWSCSTT. Footnotes 1. A subsidiary branch of the Horizon Initiative active in the Southern United States, and a party to the SUSEOCT. 2. Southern United States Extranormal Organization Cooperation Treaty. 3. Of note is that GoI-5705B's representatives voted against the Foundation unanimously, the only GoI to do so. 4. A near-extinct offshoot of humanity with a highly malleable physiology, thought to have been the product of controlled breeding efforts by Homo sapiens decensus. 5. ASE.aic 6. Ms. Velasquez's family were Christian Baptists; Mrs. Fernandez is ethnically Jewish, though her family is religiously atheistic. 7. Under laboratory conditions, "brightness" has been reported among 49% of those exposed to the two-factor mnestic cognitohazards, with 76% of such cases occurring among the control group without relevant memories. 8. In certain occult sects, an "egregore" is a sapient being created from the thoughts and desires of a collective. / Christ In Scarlet A Dove In A Chicken Pen |
SCP-5953 | keter | by stormbreath SCP-5953 being deployed to fight the Dolphin's Posadist Republic of Indonesia. Last known photo prior to defection. Item #: SCP-5953 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5953 are allowed to remain outside of containment. Individual agreements have been reached with each instance, ensuring cooperation with the Foundation. All members have agreed to remain in the isolated ocean, and avoid contact with the outside world. Description: SCP-5953 is a group of thirty Tursiops truncatus (Common bottlenose dolphins) that were anomalously augmented by the United States Navy Marine Mammal Program from 1964 to 1987, at the direction and assistance of PENTAGRAM. SCP-5953 was intended to train a new class of soldier capable of performing tasks underwater, such as ship protection, mine clearance and reconnaissance. Key modifications made to SCP-5953 include: Tethering consciousness of dolphins to pre-existing, disembodied thought-form entities residing in the human noosphere, causing the fusion of both minds. Resulting combination minds had human level intelligence. Implanting of synthetic voice box, allowing for synthesized human speech. Integrating various forms of electronic detection systems into the brain, allowing them to be used as traditional senses. Includes sonar, radio and Kant counters. Genetically modifying with DNA sourced from the Scarlet King, with slight adaptations for compatibility with dolphin physiology rather than whale. Increased vitality, lifespan and physical size of specimens. Education in various magical principles. Each SCP-5953 was educated by former ICSUT professors, and given a degree equivalent from the institution. In 1987, an armed conflict between the Dolphin's Posadist Republic of Indonesia and the Great Barrier Reef Empire-In-Exile resulted in the United States Navy becoming aware of the existence of SCP-3932. The communist leanings of the Dolphin's Posadist Republic of Indonesia resulted in the United States Navy determining the dolphins were a threat, and beginning to plan countermeasures to prevent a united underwater cetacean Communist state. The entirety of active SCP-5953 instances were deployed to assist the Great Barrier Reef Confederacy in its war against the DPRI. Upon arrival, all SCP-5953 instances immediately defected from the US Navy and denounced American imperialism. The various members of SCP-5953 began to ingratiate themselves into the society of the three SCP-3932-Δ nations. Due to their advanced intelligence and military education under the United States Navy, most quickly ascended to lead the militaries of the three states. During their control of the militaries, combat was improved strategically but saw a marked reduction in casualties. A détente was soon declared following that, entering into a period of cold war. INTERVIEW LOG TRANSCRIPT Dr. Warlowe: We weren't sure if you'd be willing to show up. SCP-5953-30: I wasn't sure if I was either. Still not particularly sure. Only the thought that I could knock everyone out here is keeping me here. Dr. Warlowe: You're the first one that's been willing to actually talk to us. We've been trying to get ahold of any of you ever since you defected. SCP-5953-30: Not that surprising. Even putting aside the fact that we don't really find your association with our creators agreeable, we've all been rather busy since then. Dr. Warlowe: You're not busy? SCP-5953-30: Just stepped down from my former position yesterday, actually. I'm retired, of a sort. I'm sure it won't last long. Dr. Warlowe: Why not? You think you'll get drawn back into the role? SCP-5953-30: Yeah. It's not a question of if but when. I don't age and I'm smarter than any of them. Something is going to go wrong one of these days, and they'll need me to fix it. Might take years, but it'll happen. Immortals don't really retire. Dr. Warlowe: I get the sense you don't feel like you belong down there? SCP-5953-30: Ha, you could say that. Yeah. I'm bigger than any of them, stronger, smarter, everything. I've got fucking godblood in me. They took the Scarlet King's DNA and just spliced it into the rest of me. An actual goddamn demon. Dr. Warlowe: Ah. Yeah, I can see feeling out of place in that circumstance. SCP-5953-30: You'd think, but I actually never felt more at home than down with them. They're my people and there's no denying that fact. I said I don't belong. I feel that, yeah. Feel both. But I feel that I belong more than I feel that I don't. Dr. Warlowe: Why's that? SCP-5953-30: You're fucking humans, for god's sake. Why do I think that I fit in with the dolphins better? Because they're actually still dolphins. Even if I'm a god, they're my mortals. SCP-5953-30: That was the whole bit we played up when we got down there. It wasn't just "oh, we're super powered dolphins and we're here to help!", it was "We're angels, and we're here to save you." Didn't mention it was from themselves, of course. Dr. Warlowe: Is this related to the reason that you defected? SCP-5953-30: Sure was. I grow up my whole life being raised by primates, and then you're surprised when I leave them behind as soon as I find people I can actually connect to? We spent our whole life in captivity up to that point. I didn't think there was anyone like me in the entire world. Are you really surprised? Dr. Warlowe: No. I don't think I am. It's more surprising your handlers thought it was a good idea to send you to war. SCP-5953-30: Well, they forgot to realize we were people. With our own emotions. We were just weapons to them. Dr. Warlowe: Right. We've seen that you've reduced war-time deaths and even gott- SCP-5953-30: Yeah, yeah, yeah. The détente. We kept up with what was going in the outside world and we looked at our little group of dolphins. There are barely any, by the way. Total population is something like 75,000. Could be wiped out in an instant. And they're constantly trying to kill each other. Dr. Warlowe: So you took control of the militaries in order to stop wars? SCP-5953-30: That was the plan, yeah. Had to slow it down and cool things off before we could get it to a stalemate, but we got it there. Took a while. Dr. Warlowe: What's the plan now? SCP-5953-30: Honestly? I'm not sure. We've saved them, for the moment, for now. But they're not out of the woods yet. But I guess, that's why I'm here to talk to you. Dr. Warlowe: Oh? SCP-5953-30: I know how you operate. You want to keep anomalies around, for whatever reason. You're not the type to wipe us out. You want us alive, don't you? Dr. Warlowe: Yes. At least on some level. We don't want you dead. SCP-5953-30: Just what I wanted to hear. I feel like I'm making a deal with the devil, but ah. I think I'm the devil in this situation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5953" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5953. Licensed under CC-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: renegades.jpg Name: US Navy 090807-O-9999A-001 Pilot whales surface near the NATO Research Vessel Alliance during the Biological and Behavioral Studies of Marine Mammals in the Western Mediterranean Sea (MED 09) study Author: Ann Allen License: Public domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5954 | euclid | Still from recovered civilian videotape, documenting the emergence of SCP-5954. Item #: SCP-5954 Special Containment Procedures: A team of Foundation ethnobotanical researchers has been retained at Site-77 to study its form and foster its cooperation in studying other plant-based anomalies. Certain privileges have been afforded to SCP-5954 to ensure its future cooperation, including a prerogative over any mundane houseplants possessed by Foundation employees and contractors at Site-77. Controlled release of its gases is performed by Mobile Task Force Psi-7. This process is embarrassing for SCP-5954, and care should be taken to ensure its comfort and future cooperation with containment operations. Description: SCP-5954 is an amalgamation of organic materials taxonomically classified within the Eukaryotic domain and Plantae kingdom. SCP-5954 is sapient, possessing cognitive capabilities comparable to an adult human, and self-identifies as “Stakemaster of the Vines, Protector of Potting Soils, defender of Fertilized Civilization, sixth of his name Ferda Lorenzo.” While SCP-5954 can incorporate any matter composed of plant cells into its body, it has only attempted absorbing vegetables grown under its supervision. The cells do not need to be alive, and once absorbed typically begin dying after 4-6 weeks. Decomposing plant matter causes flammable gas build-up within SCP-5954, which will ignite unexpectedly and without warning. Although capable of communicating with both humans and plants, SCP-5954 primarily communes with the latter. SCP-5954 is disinterested in speaking unless it can talk about plants or “my medical condition.”1 SCP-5954 enjoys cultivating plants, possessing the capability to detect their emotional state post-germination. While being willing to listen to Foundation horologists, SCP-5954 habitually dismisses their advice in caring for plants. Generally, SCP-5954’s personality can be described as cooperative but temperamental, preferring things to be done a certain way. History: Although claiming to have lived for several centuries in “The Kingdom of Elrich” SCP-5954’s existence only became known to the Foundation following its emergence from the Atlantic Ocean on 09/18/1981. Its explosive by-product was pronounced, causing damage to several civilian structures and multiple casualties before Mobile Task Force Psi-7 could be scrambled in response. Following containment, the damage was attributed to a violent waterspout triggering a gas leak. Survivors were admitted to Safe Contour Therapy Practitioners, a Foundation front, where they were convinced what they saw was the result of traumatic psychosis. The stigma of mental illness is believed to be enough to ensure their continued silence on the incident. Containment Log Transcript Access Granted Preface: Agents of Psi-7 were transported via helicopter to Miami Beach, where police reports of a ‘bomb-throwing garden shed’ had been reported alongside widespread urban destruction. Transcript begins following their drop-off as they followed the trail of damage and fire to SCP-5954’s location. <Begin log> Ekblad: Command, this is Commander Calvin Ekblad, we’ve arrived on the beach, over. Command: Confirmed. Check in, all agents, over. Bjugstad: Bjugstad here, looks like a lot of churned-up sand. See a few beach towels, umbrellas, but doesn’t look like there were a lot of people here. Lifeguard stand is toast, over. Dam: Hannah Dam checking in. Just finished inspecting the surf, there’s a trail of seaweed dragged out of the water and onto the sand. But it stops right by a crater in the sand, like someone buried a grenade after pulling the pin, over. Jefferson: Blah blah, Chuck Jefferson, over. Dam, you don’t know a damned thing about grenades. For one thing, you wouldn’t have time to bury it after you pulled the pin, not least because the depth you’d need to make the crater this size’d be- Dam: I wasn’t speaking in any professional capacity on craters or bombs, I think we all know how metaphors work. Jefferson: Do they? I’ve never heard a metaphor that worked as intended. Similes, on the other hand- Ekblad: Enough. There’s an arm sticking out of the beach here. Bjugstad: Anybody attached? Ekblad: Negative. Only identifying marks… paint on the remaining nails, with ring tan on a finger. Let’s move out. Nothing more we can do here. We can inspect the scene after the skip is inert. Command, you reading us still, over? Command: Loud and clear. Proceed with the mission. Law enforcement is evacuating the area. Ekblad: Perfect. Thank you, over. Bjugstad: Command, we’re heading out to the street. Not as much obvious destruction, apart from scorch marks and what’s left of a fire hydrant, over. Dam: There’s no remains left, looks like it's losing pressure too. Jefferson: Char marks smell like methane. Collecting some of the residue. Ekblad: I’ve got visual contact. Directly ahead of us. SCP-5954: Help! I beseech any listener, won’t anyone provide assistance? Ekblad: Bjugs, initiate communication. I’ve got you covered. Bjugstad approaches SCP-5954 Bjugstad: Do you understand me? SCP-5954: Haven’t I just summoned you? Of course. Recognize your betters, fair sir. Although who can really speak of betters, when one is in crisis? I will accept whatever can be done to assist in mitigating my condition. Bjugstad: What is your condition? SCP-5954: Oh, the dreadful state of this hovel shouldn’t have come to pass. My sincerest apologies. These eruptions are beyond my control. My arrival here came only after a failed attempt by Royal Gardeners to arrest its perpetuation. Bjugstad: Can you speak in plain terms? And we’re willing to assist you, if you come with us willingly. SCP-5954: Haven’t I already denigrated my own capacity by speaking in this tongue? In any case, I shall come by my own power with the only caveat being that my medical condition and any related outburst is beyond my control. Dam: Command, we might need extraction by sea. The anomaly- SCP-5954’s lower body is ruptured by an explosion, scorching a mailbox while incinerating its content, shattering the glass facades of several nearby businesses, and spraying dead seaweed onto the Psi-7 agents. Dam: … The anomaly would not be suited for air transport. Jefferson: I like this one. Can we keep it? </End Log> Addendum: Dr. Chelsea Elliot was flown in from the United States following SCP-5954’s containment, as her expertise in anomalous vegetation was relevant to studying SCP-5954. The following transcript is from an interview which took place directly before Incident 5954-H. Interview Transcript Access Granted <Begin Log> Elliot: Good morning, 5954. SCP-5954: I know it’s protocol, but I still would very much prefer to be called by my title. Elliot: We can’t rehash this every time I sit down to speak with you. It was difficult enough to convince my higher-ups that to give you the respect of using the title in written communications. SCP-5954: Ah, yes, that consideration is very much appreciated. Has there been any postage from Elra Royal Gardens to inquire as to my condition? Elliot: You know I can’t tell you that. SCP-5954: Ah, I’m sure I’ll hear from the Gardeners somehow. Wasn’t ever good at keeping out of their sight, not even as a bud. Elliot: Speaking of buds, I’ve heard you’re not happy with the plants you’ve been allowed to care for. Is that right, 5954? SCP-5954: It’s not that I’m unhappy with the allowance, more so that I can feel the pain of so many poor sufferings accumulating throughout this municipality. Elliot: I sympathize. Sometimes I walk through the cubicles here and wonder what people are thinking, leaving their houseplants half-dead. SCP-5954: Recoiling What? You mean to say… no, you cannot mean that the servants and workers allowed to make residence in this fortification are, forsake me, causing these feelings of pain and torment? Elliot: Oh, erm, not on purpose. Some of them take very good care of their plants. I know I do. SCP-5954: Please, Dr. Elliot, please leave me at least until evening. Give me the time to fathom what my understanding has wrought upon emotion. Elliot: I’m sorry, I really am. I’ll be back to finish up tonight. We can talk about ways to help these plants out, okay? SCP-5954: Very well. </End Log> Addendum: Incident 5954-H On 04/12/1984, SCP-5954’s containment chamber was checked as part of standard security protocols and found to be vacant. A subsequent search of Site-77’s upper levels found that all houseplants in the personnel work and living spaces had also vanished. Both SCP-5954 and the missing plants were subsequently re-discovered back inside of its containment chamber. Access Debriefing Transcript Access Granted <Begin Log> SCP-5954: I still cannot comprehend how you, of all the wisest I have known in this land, could possibly be upset with how this all turned out. Elliot: You’ve got to be kidding me. Ferda, what if your… medical condition flared up out there? Someone could’ve gotten hurt. What if you’d burned a shrubbery? SCP-5954: The regimen that your brilliant mind constructed has kept me almost incident-free for several circuits around your great star-orb. If your soldiers hadn’t perchance gazed upon my vacated quarters for another sixteenth-of-an-hour then my rescue of these beleaguered souls would have been unnoticed for a fortnight. Elliot: You can’t just go taking other people’s things. We were working together to help take care of them, right? What happened to that? SCP-5954: Just look at this Hoya! (SCP-5954 produces a wilting Hoya plant) It’s been given a potting far too restricting for its magnitude, why, I was surprised its roots hadn’t grown in knots given the lack of space! Without my intervention it would be dead by dawn! Elliot: You’re being dramatic, it’s not on death’s door. SCP-5954: Close enough! Another thing, this fern, I found it completely covered in bugs! Even with all of my considerable tenderness and care it may yet be beyond my ability to save. Elliot: Oh, that poor thing. I’ll see if I can get it some more help. But still. That doesn’t mean you’re allowed to come and go as you please. We’ve got you in this spot for a reason. SCP-5954: Even the most basic of fundamentals in carriership, someone didn’t know how to water a peace lily, poor thing was dry to the bone! Elliot: … So, you’re saying these plants were causing you psychic pain? SCP-5954: How they cried! Day and night! It was an unending tragedy as they faded with the dreadful lamentations unto the coil of death. Elliot: That… we can work with that. </End Log> Postscript: SCP-5954 has been given purview over houseplants within Site-77; any personnel wishing to have plants at their desks or in their living areas will be provided with plastic replicas until they are approved by Dr. Elliot. Footnotes 1. A euphemism SCP-5954 uses to describe its spontaneous combustion. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5954" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5954. Licensed under CC-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-5955 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5955 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the size and physical properties of SCP-5955, complete containment has been deemed impossible, but partial physical containment is being upheld. To that end, a loose perimeter has been set up around SCP-5955 using buoys. On the night of July 3rd, from 20:00 to 05:00, the lights of the establishments on the Atlantic City boardwalk are to remain off in order to avoid degrading SCP-5955-1 instances. Oceanic Task Force Delta-7 ("Bay Watchers") are to deter any civilian ships away from the mass of SCP-5955 and supplied with Standard Cover Story 51 - "Intensive Weather". OTF Delta-7 are to guide SCP-5955-1 instances away from the coast of Atlantic City, New Jersey to ensure civilian safety. Efforts to repurpose SCP-5955-1 instances for Foundation use are currently underway. For the remainder of the year, SCP-5955 must be "fed" two thousand kilograms of plastic, styrofoam, discarded fishing gear, and other refuse every two weeks. Any notable shrinkage in SCP-5955's mass is to be reported to the Site-45 director. Depending on the amount of mass lost, anywhere from one to four additional unmanned trash boats are to be set on a collision course with the area SCP-5955 resides. Recovery of these boats should be performed if possible. Two Scranton Reality Anchors ("SRAs") are to remain on opposite sides of SCP-5955's perimeter to disable SCP-5955's anomalous magnetism, and to ensure anomalous weather behavior does not occur. SCP-5955 must weigh at least four tons to ensure its primary ability properly disables. If SCP-5955 weighs any less than four tons at any time, its primary ability will re-enable regardless of SRA presence. Description: SCP-5955 is a large sphere composed of human flesh. For the majority of the year, SCP-5955 remains hidden underwater. Despite this, SCP-5955 attracts refuse within a radius of about thirty meters to itself, suctioning the collected waste under water. Each year on July third from 20:00 to 05:00 UCT, SCP-5955 will rise from beneath the water, remaining stationary in the air. During this period, a collection of autonomous mechanisms composed of various waste materials (designated SCP-5955-1) will emerge from SCP-5955. SCP-5955-1 instances vary in appearance, although all instances to date appeared to resemble different wildlife native to Atlantic City. A list of specific SCP-5955-1 instances is available upon request. After emergence, SCP-5955-1 instances begin to roam the coast within 150 kilometers of Atlantic City and collect foreign materials from the surrounding area. In the presence of artificial light, SCP-5955-1 instances will begin to rapidly degrade. This causes SCP-5955 to produce instances at a rapid rate, and expand its magnetism to 100 meters. Before SCP-5955-1 instances return to SCP-5955, at least one will use collected refuse to spell out a message on the boardwalk. After SCP-5955-1 instances complete refuse collection at 4:55, they will transport discovered materials beneath SCP-5955. SCP-5955 will then absorb collected refuse and SCP-5955-1 and re-submerge beneath the ocean surface. Addendum: SCP-5955 Yearly Behavior The following records notable behavior during SCP-5955's years of activity. Year Notable Behavior SCP-5955-1 Messages 1975 First year of activity. The turtles appreciate your effort! Please pick this up now! 1986 SCP-5955 discharges a small amount of mucus. Trash is icky. Please pick this up now! 1990 SCP-5955's anterior appears slightly swelled. I want the beaches pretty! Please pick this up now! 1994 SCP-5955's epidermis gains a few dry rashes. Fishies want your help! Please pick this up now! 1996 SCP-5955's posterior appears slightly swelled. Cigarettes are gross. Please pick this up now! 1999 All of the previous changes to SCP-5955 are not present. Thanks to those who keep the beaches pretty! 2001 SCP-5955 discharges a significant amount of mucus. Please help! The ocean needs you! 2004 SCP-5955's epidermis appears pale. The garbage is icky. 2006 A small collection of blisters forms on SCP-5955's posterior. SCP-5955 is slightly smaller than normal; its size returns when supplied with additional refuse by Delta-7 operatives. Thanks for helping me with the trash! I thought you gave up 2010 SCP-5955's epidermis is dry and cracked. The ocean needs you! 2012 SCP-5955's epidermis is pale red. SCP-5955-1 instance production doubles. The ocean needs you please 2013 SCP-5955's epidermis is pale green. Why can't you help 2014 SCP-5955's epidermis is swelled. SCP-5955 emits a putrid odor. Do you not like me I just want to help 2015 SCP-5955 begins to undergo putrefaction, and its magnetism disables. Your help is needed 2016 SCP-5955 appears unchanged. It produces a notably smaller amount of SCP-5955-1 instances. Please help 2017 SCP-5955 is now significantly smaller; its size does not grow when supplied with additional refuse. While it absorbs the collected refuse, pieces of the collection fall out of SCP-5955. Please 2018 SCP-5955 produces approximately a dozen SCP-5955-1 instances. Please 2019 SCP-5955 is unable to absorb the collected trash. Please 2020 SCP-5955 does not produce SCP-5955-1. It remains stationary in the air. N/A SCP-5955 has not reemerged, nor shown any signs of activity. Re-classification to neutralized is pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5955" by Marcelles_Raynes and Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5955. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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padding: 2vw; } SCP-5956 THE REISNO CANNON You can't change the past. close Info X SCP-5956: THE REISNO CANNON You can't change the past. Access PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT Access Dr. Blank's Personnel File Welcome, Director Reynders. You are currently viewing a document from TL-001-A ("The Prime-Timeline"). Item#: SCP-5956 Level5 Containment Class: antithesis Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-5956 is a retrocausal.retrocausality (n.): a concept of cause and effect in which an effect precedes its cause in time and so a later event affects an earlier one. predetermined de-containment success, it is "contained" through enforcement of its effects. SCP-5956 may only be operated by trained and certified personnel, even in emergent situations. The conceptual breakdown of its use appended in the description below does not provide sufficient detail for its safe operation. Any events which are known to owe their occurrence to future use of SCP-5956 are to be recorded with extreme accuracy and, immediately following the completion of necessary self-informed action, reported to the Temporal Anomalies Department. In the event that the Temporal Anomalies Department has ceased to exist, or has never existed in the current timeline, its Prime-Timeline counterpart is to be contacted and informed that the current timeline is condemned. Following the fulfillment of all causal loops. causal loop (n.): a sequence of events which causes itself, via retrocausality or time travel. requiring the use of SCP-5956, it is to be stored at an undisclosed location known exclusively to the Prime-Timeline's Director of Temporal Anomalies (presently, Dir. Ilse Reynders). Classification Committee Memorandum: After extensive discussion with Dir. Reynders, the Classification Committee has classified SCP-5956 as Antithesis, denoting an anomaly that must be used to prevent the containment of other anomalies (and itself). The REISNO Cannon. Description: SCP-5956 is the REISNO.Retrocausally-Engineered Intertemporal Synchronization of Noetic Ordinality Cannon, a temporal manipulation mechanism allowing the synchronization of one's consciousness at two distinct points in time. When activated, the REISNO Cannon links the user's present consciousness with their consciousness at a chosen point in the past; in effect, one's "canonical" knowledge and experience can be augmented via intertemporal communication and cooperation with other versions of oneself. SCP-5956 is not known to generate new timelines. Attempts to alter past events using the REISNO Cannon are virtually certain to cause temporal paradoxes, resulting in catastrophic timeline collapses. Instead, it is used solely to initiate causal loops.By definition, a causal loop cannot be 'initiated' as the activation of the REISNO Cannon is spurred by the events which it allows to occur. which have already partially occurred. A known side-effect of the use of the REISNO Cannon is the inability of one's past self to recall interactions with one's future self. Once the link created by SCP-5956 is severed, one's past self is subject to an antimemetic phenomenon causing them to forget 'crossing their own timeline'. This is not by design; rather, the effect is believed to be a fundamental principle of intertemporal self-interaction. This principle naturally decreases the likelihood of potential paradoxes, as one's past self does not retain knowledge which might cause them to act unwisely in the absence of their future self's immediate supervision. The following conceptual breakdown describes the only safe method of utilizing the REISNO Cannon: REISNO Cannon Protocol (Simplified) Given one's past self p and future self f): p becomes synced with f and is provided a set of instructions; p fulfills those instructions, taking care to transcribe them precisely; p is desynced from f and gradually forgets their interactions; p becomes f via the natural progression of time; The Temporal Anomalies Dept. notifies f that they must contact p, as per the original interaction; f activates the REISNO Cannon to sync with p, providing them with the transcribed instructions; f ensures that p transcribes and fulfills the instructions; f deactivates the REISNO Cannon, retaining their memory of this interaction. Discovery/Origin(?): On 2020/11/23, Dr. Daniil Sokolsky of Site-43 commissioned Dr. Place H. McDoctorate of Site-87 to construct the REISNO Cannon for use in a high-clearance covert operation. Despite not being notified beforehand, Dr. McDoctorate was found to have already been constructing the anomaly; when questioned, he claimed to presently be synchronized with his future self, who had been instructing him to build the Cannon for several weeks. Upon completion, the REISNO Cannon was relocated to Site-120 due to anomalous energy requirements, after which Dr. McDoctorate desynced from his future self, returned to Site-87, and subsequently forgot the entire interaction. As such, it is known that Dr. McDoctorate must be instructed by the Temporal Anomalies Department to activate SCP-5956 on 2034/01/01, thus fulfilling the retrocausality of the events which have already occurred. According to internal records, there are (2) relevant files in this or alternate timelines. To view the next relevant file, click here. « SCP-5162 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5756 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5956" by Placeholder McD and HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5956. Licensed under CC-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: REISNOCANNON.jpg Title: IC aero engine Author: Londo Mollari License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: https://flickr.com/photos/londo/9636220660/ flickr Filename: Cannon1.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA Filename: Cannon2.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA Filename: 5243.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA Filename: AAFD-1.jpg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA Notes: This image is a composite. Its components are listed below. 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Special Containment Procedures: The area of the Ural Mountains in which SCP-5957 occurred has been sealed by a security perimeter two kilometers in diameter, enforced by electric fencing and antimemetic countermeasures. A forward operating base has been established to the south at the base of the mountains, where containment specialists and armed security are stationed. Personnel are to patrol the area daily and any civilians are to be removed from the area under the cover story of seismic instability. Access to SCP-5957-A is limited to Level-4 Clearance personnel and must be authorized by specific approval from Director Varga. Description: SCP-5957 is the collective designation for the anomalous events and phenomena concerning the deaths of nine hikers in the northern Ural Mountains. This incident occurred on or about 2 February 1959 and was colloquially described as the “Dyatlov Pass Incident.” The incident is common knowledge in Russia and received national attention in the press, along with multiple subsequent official investigations into the events. The incident in question occurred when Igor Dyatlov and eight of his party voluntarily left their camp during the height of a harsh winter snowstorm, underdressed and without proper footwear. They made a small fire hundreds of meters from their original camp, then split up and died. The majority of the hikers died due to exposure, though a few died due to severe physical trauma. The initial government investigation concluded that the group had died due to a “compelling natural force.” The inquest was closed, and the file was classified. It is unclear how the documents ultimately ended up in the possession of Marshall, Carter and Dark. Discovery: Files from the GRU Division-P concerning SCP-5957 were discovered on 2 May, 1993 during a raid of a warehouse owned by Marshall, Carter and Dark. Prior to this discovery, there was no indication that the Dyatlov Pass Incident involved anomalous activity. However, once the files were reviewed by Dr. Rossi of Site-91, an investigation by Foundation researchers was opened into the events. The GRU Division-P files themselves are non-anomalous and are reproduced below in their entirety. ▷ GRU Division-P File № 02857 Close File The following files have been translated from Russian. Details Investigation Interrogation Conclusions GRU Division-P From the Desk of Commander Kluei Andropov. 26 February 1959 To: Lieutenant Leonid Chernoff RE: Dyatlov hikers Get over to the Ural Mountains and meet up with local authorities. If there is any evidence of the weirdness, then I want you to take command of the investigation. I’ve received word from the local political party officers that they have found an abandoned tent/campsite and some bodies. Several of the investigators have expressed concern that the evidence does not make sense. Usual protocols apply. - Commander Andropov GRU-P Division Chief. Notes from the Official Inquest concerning the physical remains of the hikers: All the group’s belongings and shoes were left behind in the heavily damaged tent. Nine sets of footprints, either barefoot or wearing only socks or a single shoe, led north-east to the edge of a nearby pine forest. At the edge of the woods, initial investigators found the remains of small fire. Doroshenko and Krivonischenko found at the fire – shoeless and dressed only in underwear. Dyatlov, Kolmogorova, and Slobodin found between the pine forest and camp – believed to have been trying to return to the tent due to their corpses’ poses – each succumbed separately and was left behind on the way back to the camp. None of the three reached the original camp. Four remaining corpses were found on 4 May 1959, once the snow had melted. – found in a ravine seventy-five meters into the woods from the remains of the fire at the forest’s edge. Evidence suggests that clothes were taken from the dead and used by the living to combat the temperatures: Dubinina was wearing Krivonischenko’s fire damaged trousers; additionally, her left foot and shin were bound in a jacket that was torn, presumably from one of the other bodies. Notable evidence of postmortem physical trauma on the bodies found on 04/05/1959 included: Dubinina was missing her tongue, part of her lips, facial tissues, fragments of her skull and her eyes. Kolevatov was missing his eyebrows. Zolotaryov was missing his eyes. Various other findings of note: No signs of struggle at any of the corpse sites. Tent was ripped open from within. High levels of radiation were found on ONE victim’s clothing. All nine left the tent of their own accord, on foot, poorly dressed for the frigid temperatures. Another group of hikers reported seeing strange orange lights in the sky to the north (they were roughly fifty kilometers to the south of the incident). One of the original ten hikers left the party on 28 January, 1959 and hiked out alone due to unexpected illness.1 The above represents the official records as released to the public. Most of the information concerning the first five corpses had already been released to reporters by the local authorities by time of my arrival on site. The rest of the information was carefully controlled concerning the remaining hikers of the group (those found on 4 May, 1959). - Leonid Chernoff Report continued under Investigation tab. Investigation Report, Lieutenant Chernoff: Upon arrival on site, a public inquest was being held with members of the state press. Reporters were allowed to review the findings of the medical examiner. Local party officials had not released the journal found in the camp’s wreckage. Lieutenant Chernoff instructed the officials to release a heavily edited summary to show that Dyatlov and his people were making progress through the mountains and got lost in some freak weather. The real journals are very different and are included in this report in their entirety. Four bodies were still unaccounted for but given the heavy snowfall since the deaths of the ones found, investigators presumed that they were probably buried in a snowbank somewhere in the forest. Following up on information gleaned from Dyatlov’s actual journals, investigators contacted a Professor Lebedev at the Ural Polytechnical Institute. After some enhanced interrogation, the Professor surrendered a letter sent by Dyatlov to investigators. Lebedev was taken into custody on a charge of unpatriotic activities. Review of Dyatlov’s journals revealed reference to a tower somewhere in the forest, which was discovered during Lieutenant Chernoff’s investigations.2 The structure appeared to be of significant age and had no discernible point of entry. No memetic properties were observed, so investigators were at a loss as to how such a structure could have remained undiscovered in a well-mapped area such as the Ural Mountains. Nearly two weeks into the investigation, Lieutenant Chernoff discovered the whereabouts of Yuri Yudin, a hiker that had left the party several days before the death of the others. Lieutenant Chernoff went to Moscow to discuss the situation with Yudin, who described his experiences in detail. He was placed in protective custody, until such time as the investigation was completed.3 Because of significant storms in the area, the investigation was put on hold until the spring thaw. Weather finally allowed the discovery of the remaining four hikers approximately two months into the investigation. Their condition showed significant damage as outlined in the details section of this report. In attempting to access the interior of the tower, Lieutenant Chernoff discovered that explosives had no effect on the exterior. According to the journals of Dyatlov, entrance to the interior of the tower was effected through use of a ritual vaguely alluded to. Accordingly, a second “interview” with Professor Lebedev was performed on 4 May, 1959 (see transcript included with this file). Letter from Igor Dyatlov to Professor Mikhail Lebedev 12 January, 1959 Professor Mikhail Lebedev Ural Polytechnical Institute Dear Professor, We’ve decided to go on an expedition into the area of the Ural Mountains. In our discussion groups you’ve identified this area as a possible location for a thaumaturgical beacon of immeasurable power. We’re all qualified for the hike, so don’t worry. We’ll make sure to take copious notes of everything, and you’ll be the first to hear of any discoveries! Wish us luck, Igor Dyatlov Dyatlov’s Journals Extraneous entries omitted. 26 January 1959 We’ve reached the area Prof. Lebedev has indicated in the past. We’ve made camp for the night and will start canvassing the area in the morning. Spirits are up! 27 January 1959 We’ve tried an old Daevic ritual for locating a ritual site but with no real success. The whole area of these mountains bleeds with ritual energy so the locator ritual just fizzles. We’ll have to search the area by foot. 27 January 1959 [continued] We’ve found something very unexpected… a tower. Out here in the mountains. It reminds me of Ancient Greek or Roman in style. No apparent entrance. But there must be an entrance. I am going to try something the Professor learned from the Hand members that visited last semester. We’ve set up the ritual artifacts to allow for multiple points of thaumaturgical focus on the structure of the tower. It will have to wait until morning though. 28 January 1959 The ritual worked, we gained entrance to the tower but what is inside is almost indescribable. Organic structures like polyps on the hull of a ship, coral shaped in ways that could only be intentional, and bodies everywhere. Such horrible figures these dead pose, like creatures from a fairy tale. We only got as far as the “foyer” before Yudin started vomiting and Dubinina started feeling dizzy. A horrible sound began ringing from the structure, like a wailing. I couldn’t describe it if I had to, just horrendous pain. I was trying to help Yudin get outside into the fresh air when something started speaking to us. The voice was guttural. I couldn’t understand. But it was clear that the voice was coming from the rafters and was very angry about something. The others ran from the chamber, but I stood staring into the shadows above Yudin and me… he tried to speak with it, but it didn’t respond. I saw it shifting in the shadows, like a man but with wings, and flesh too rough to be human. That was it for me, we ran then too. 28 January, 1959 [continued] Yudin’s rested and said he felt better, wanted to go back to the tower. Dubinina is too sick to move so she stayed at camp, resting. The thing wasn’t there when we came back, but the horrible wailing continued. Also, I saw an opening on the tower near the top that wasn’t there earlier. The bodies are diverse, some skeletal but still not human, others roughly human but naked and lacking sex organs. Because the tower responded to ritual before I thought a calming cantrip from the Daevic tradition would sooth the structure (I’ve started to think of it as alive). The wailing stopped but something else occurred. A terrible vibration rung out from the walls, and the coral/polyp structures started moving… gathering up the bodies, doing horrendous things to them. They reached out for us too, and one did briefly grab Yudin, but we escaped without injury. The sun was setting, and we needed to get back to camp anyway, as the temperatures are so harsh at night. We were surprised by a great glowing light shooting up from the tower, illuminating our path. A brilliant orange sphere hovering half a kilometer into the twilight sky… I think the structure wanted us to feel safe, I certainly did. Warm almost. Yudin is sick again, he has vomited so much it is only liquid now. He says he will head back to town; he cannot continue. He begged me to come with, for us all to come with him. He said it wasn’t safe, but I said he was being paranoid. This was the discovery of a lifetime. Despite the lateness, he says he is traveling out now. The night is on us and I insisted he stay until morning but again he refused. He would not stay one more night near the tower. I hope he finds his way back under its light. 29 January 1959 I’ve convinced the others to move the camp closer to the tower, to a mountain pass that should shield us from the cold but in the direct warmth of the tower’s light. It shone all through the night, we all feel so much lighter. It’s like the tower is welcoming us to its secrets. Dubinina feels better too, she doesn’t know what happened, but she doesn’t want to leave. Some of the others spent the day at the base of the tower, but I thought to keep searching the area. I thought maybe something else would be here, something to explain the tower but no. The figures on the top of the tower remind me of the western myth of Cupid or Hermes. Winged gods sent from the heavens. Maybe that’s who built the tower? I went back into the tower and there are these bas reliefs carved into the exposed stone (where the coral or the polyps don’t cover). They show these hands reaching out to the sky, but they have ten fingers and are holding a rock or crystal in their hands. No idea what it means. The bodies have been moved by the organic elements of the tower… to these smaller rooms that have tables and other organic structures set out with various appendages I don’t understand. 31 January 1959 The light has infused everything. All of us. It watches us. I can feel the winged gods watching us. They are here with us. IN the tent. I saw it in the trees outside last night. The one from the tower. It was watching us. Although it has no eyes, I could tell it was watching us prepare our dinner. The warm orange light of the tower’s brilliance bathes the woods and the mountain pass all throughout the night, so I know it wants us here. 01 February 1959 I was wrong. It does not want us here… and it is so cold. Report continued under Interrogation tab. Interrogation of Mikhail Lebedev - Recorded on 04/05/59 Interviewing officer: Leonid Chernoff Lebedev appears starved and weak in a badly fitting prison uniform. The professor has fresh discoloration on the face and body.4 He is bleeding from several shallow cuts on his face and chest. He has not shaved in months. Chernoff enters with a steaming cup of coffee. He sets out his notes and makes himself comfortable before speaking. Chernoff: Hello again, Mikhail! You don’t mind me calling you Mikhail, do you? Professor doesn’t seem so accurate after the Institute cancelled your position. Shouldn’t take up with unpatriotic types, Mikhail… Lebedev: What do you want? I just want to see my wife and children! I’ll tell you whatever you want! Chernoff: We found the rest of your students, Mikhail. (Chernoff puts several photos in front of the Lebedev on the table.) They are not looking so well. You killed these children, as surely as if you pointed a gun at their heads. The youth is the lifeblood of the revolution, didn’t you know that? And you killed nine smart, strong students! Lebedev begins weeping. Lebedev: What happened to them? Chernoff: I don’t know, Mikhail. I was hoping you could explain. Lebedev: No! I don’t know what happened to them… please, you must believe me! Chernoff: I think I do. But I still have more questions, Mikhail. Chernoff: Tell me how you knew Dyatlov and the others. Lebedev: I held a discussion group with some of the students twice a month. Most of them were attendees. Igor never missed a meeting. Chernoff: What did you discuss at these meetings, Professor? (Chernoff shakes his head.) They don’t seem terribly patriotic, hidden meetings with young impressionable students. What would the Party say? Lebedev: We talked about rituals and thaumaturgy. Things you wouldn’t believe. Chernoff: And how did you know this? About thaumaturgy? Lebedev: I was stationed at Stalingrad during the war, I met some… (coughs) …people that taught me some simple rituals. After the war I went back to school and got my doctorates… (intense coughing)… eventually I ran into some more like those I met in the war and they showed me to the Library. Chernoff: What library? Lebedev: Eternal Library, the Wandering Library! It holds all human knowledge. Chernoff: (laughing) Oh really? Was Koschei the Deathless a librarian there? Lebedev: Why do you ask if you do not wish to hear? Chernoff takes a sip from his coffee. He gathers the photos and slides them back into a folder. Chernoff: Who, or what, are the Hand? Lebedev gasps and looks at Chernoff without speaking. Chernoff: Do you really want to test me, Mikhail? Lebedev: No! Please… but where did you hear about that? Chernoff: Do I need to explain that you don’t get to ask questions? (Chernoff slaps the table hard.) Tell me! Lebedev: Okay! Okay… The Serpent's Hand is more of an ideology, not an organization. They do magic… thaumaturgy. They want the world to be aware of the hidden things. Chernoff: And where could I find some of these people? Lebedev: Ah… you don’t really. They come and go. Sometimes they use the Library as a meeting place. Chernoff: This is what you mentioned before… You will show me this library. Lebedev: I can’t! Chernoff: Not a very patriotic answer, Mikh- Lebedev: No, I mean I literally can’t! They never showed me the secret. They brought me there but blindfolded. I don’t know where it is! Chernoff: Fine. Then you will teach me what you taught Dyatlov, what the Hand’s visitors showed you, last semester. Lebedev nods Chernoff: Good! Things are looking up, Mikhail. Note: Lebedev showed me the ritual as he taught to his students and I will have him come along with us to the Tower, just to make sure it works. Report continued under Conclusion tab. 13/05/1959 To: Division Chief Andropov From: Lieutenant Yuri Chernoff RE: Final Report concerning the missing hikers On 8 May 1959, we breached the tower using the ritual as guided by Lebedev. Spetsnaz troops were issued radiation suits and explored the bottom level of the tower. Inside they found many bodies of non-humans, some with skulls shaped like snakes, some with wings, even a human torso molded onto a gigantic lower half of serpentine nature. Also found were roughly humanoid corpses, but without sex organs and with tissue reminiscent of sediment and plant matter. Reminded me of old stories of “homunculi.” Obvious signs of a battle: “dead” homunculi and winged things everywhere. These were found near heavily-oxidized, bronze melee weapons such as spears and swords. The organic “machines” that make up the bottom floor of the tower seem most interested in grabbing bodies. They gather up any human bodies (alive or dead, we lost three Spetsnaz to these things) and start modifying in ways I don’t understand. There’s some sort of anesthetic effect, as the living do not scream. The soldiers were terminated after the modification as they were immediately hostile to our presence. They did not look remotely human anymore. Currently, there’s no light from the tower as mentioned in Dyatlov’s journals, but as some hikers to the south confirm the lights, probably not hallucinations. Clearly the hikers were forced out of their tent but under their own power, as they tore it open themselves from the inside. The journals don’t explain what happened next, but I can assume the tower’s security features include the ability to cause small earthquakes. Several have occurred in the last few days until we let the tower close again. I think a landslide was caused by the tower’s vibrations and buried the hikers and they tried to get out but were affected by this light. Beyond that, I have no answers. We will seal off the tower and the area from future intrusion by a memetic filter as applied by our psionics. The official report will read that group died due to a compelling natural force. And we will seal the records in the archives. Sincerely, Leonid Chernoff P.S. Lebedev has been sent to the gulag. Yudin has agreed to cooperate. He has potential. Close File Foundation Investigation Interview with Yuri Yefimovich Yudin – 14/05/1993 ▷ Interview File Close File Subject: Yuri Yudin – Only survivor of Dyatlov party Interviewer: Dr. Jocasta Rossi Foreword: Mr. Yudin is a 56-year-old retired municipal engineer, living in Moscow, Russia. Interview was performed under the guise of journalism in his home. Yudin is relatively fluent in English and so no translation was necessary. Rossi: Good afternoon, Mr. Yudin. Yudin: Good afternoon. What magazine did you say you worked for? Rossi: I didn’t, actually. I’m freelance, but I think I could sell the article to National Geographic maybe. I was here in Moscow on another story. I’m glad you had time to meet with me. Yudin: Da. Is no problem. What did you want to ask me about? Rossi: Well, obviously like so many others I was hoping we could talk about that expedition in 1959. Yudin: Da, da. You and everybody else. ‘What happened, Yuri?’ ‘How did you survive, Yuri?’ I tell you what I tell them, it was dumb luck that I got sick and left before whatever happened to my friends. Rossi: Nothing to do with the tower you and your friends found in the mountains? Yudin freezes and almost drops his teacup. He looks around wildly. Yudin: Did you… what? How do you know this? Rossi: I found some documents from a KGB division lieutenant named Chernoff. Yudin: He was not KGB. He was something else. Rossi: GRU-P, yes? Yudin: That’s right. And if you know about that, then you know I cannot speak to you anymore. Please leave, Ms. Rossi. Rossi: There are no GRU-P agents anymore. The agency fell with the Soviet regime. Yudin: Ha! So, you think because they no longer have government backing, they are disappearing? Yudin pauses and drinks some tea. Yudin: But then I am thinking, you are not reporter, yes? You are Ess Sea Pee, no? Rossi coughs, and drinks some of her own tea. Rossi: What is Ess Sea Pee, Mr. Yudin? Another agency here? Yudin: Come now, I see it. Do not play dumb with me. You are not bad at the acting, but I think your title is not journalist but doctor, no? Rossi: How? Yudin: Chernoff recruited me. In exchange for not being locked up like the poor professor, I was able to live a life. So long as I worked for the Division. And I did. For thirty-four years. We knew about you people, although I did not think your influence extended into Russia. Rossi: Many things have changed as of late. Yudin: (shaking his head) Yes, that is true. My country falls apart under its own weight, Doctor. But, I do not think I should talk to you. Rossi: We can offer you amnesty and assist in your immigration to England. Yudin: For what? Rossi: For your assistance with this project and your continued cooperation. Yudin: What makes you think I want to leave Moscow? Rossi: You said it yourself, your country is falling apart. And if there are elements of the GRU-P around still, you probably don’t want to live your retirement under their thumb. Yudin: Bah, retirement. Okay. I help you. But you do not want to open up that tower, Doctor. Rossi: We’ll get to that, but what happened to you up there? Yudin: Don’t you have Chernoff’s notes? You should know. Rossi: From your perspective, please. Yudin gets up and moves to his kitchen, retrieving the pot of tea and returning with it. He begins pouring for himself and Dr. Rossi. Yudin: Do you believe in psionics, Doctor? Rossi: Psychic powers? We have had some experience with anomalies that could fit under that definition, yes. Yudin: Is no ‘anomaly.’ Always there have been some people who see more, who feel more. I am such a person. Rossi: What… abilities do you possess? Yudin: I could shake your hand and know what breakfast you have this morning. And I can feel your emotions from here, I know you are playing a role, you see? Rossi: What does this have to do with what you were telling me? Yudin: You see, this is why Chernoff wants me on team. He could use me. Rossi: And the tower? Did you feel it? Yudin rubs his eyes. Yudin: You say that again. Even being near it, I could feel it. Wasn’t merely stone. Was alive. And it wanted us gone. Rossi: Are you referring to the entities you encountered inside the tower? Yudin: I think there were more a long time ago… but when I was there, there were the winged things. Rossi: What did they look like? Yudin: I only saw them twice, once in the tower but in shadows. Then again as I made my way down from mountain, following me. Their wings were like insect and their skin was strange. Yudin sighs and shakes his head. Yudin: I tried to tell Igor and the others, this place is no good. It wants us gone. But they did not listen. They thought I was just ill. Rossi: You were ill, correct? Yudin: Da, was very sick. Vomiting, exhausted, didn’t know if I would make it back to town. But I could not stay. Especially after the tower touched me. I could not stay. Who knows what it did to Igor and the rest. Yudin pauses to drink more tea. Yudin: Doctor, you must understand. When I left, they were all fine. Except Dubinina, she seemed ill but not like me. I thought they would see sense and leave. Yudin falls silent and continues drinking his tea for a few moments. Rossi: The organic structures inside the tower, what did you think they were? Yudin: At first I thought was tower’s hands, trying to clean up. It was gathering all the bodies when we woke it up. I think it was asleep for a long time. But later, I saw those small rooms. They look like rooms Division would torture people in. Sharp things. Tables like medical place. I don’t know. Rossi: Yuri, I have some people with me. We’re going to go to the tower and look around. We will be careful, I promise. But can you show us how to get in the tower? Yudin: I think so, but please… I will not go back in there. Rossi: I won’t ask you to. Just get us inside, and we’ll do the rest. Note: Mr. Yudin agreed to accompany Dr. Rossi and members of MTF-Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) to SCP-5957-A. Close File MTF Exploration Log of SCP-5957-A – 15/05/1993 ▷ Clearance Level-4 Required Clearance Verified Members of MTF-Beta-777, with the assistance of Mr. Yudin, were able to breach SCP-5957-A. Mr. Yudin utilized a Daevic ritual of welcome, a working believed to have been used to placate powerful, hostile beings. All members of MTF-Beta-777 were outfitted with radiation protective gear as SCP-5957-A periodically emits bursts of alpha particles. It is important to note that despite the efficacy of Daevic thaumaturgy, SCP-5957-A does not exhibit any other connections to Daeva culture. Inside the tower, the ground floor was clean of any remains. All bodies mentioned by previous witnesses had been moved to small rooms with organic machinery theorized to be thaumaturgically-powered, automated surgery centers. The biological structures noted to be active in previous reports were still and desiccated. In several of the surgical suites, laid out on what appear to be tables shaped from coral, were humanoid bodies devoid of reproductive organs and constructed of sediment and plant matter. Most had been dissected at some point in the past. These humanoid entities lacked any internal organs. Surgical equipment: Segmented coral and chitinous appendages of several varieties: manipulation (ending in a tripart appendage with significant points of articulation, like three thumbs pointed inwards), cutting (scalpel-like endings to the appendage), and “forceps” (appendage resembles the mechanical structure of the surgical tool but constructed of muscle, coral and chitinous biological makeup). Each appendage originates in a polyp and coral constructed box shape, attached to the wall of the surgical suite. Each mechanism has upwards of six to eight appendages, up to five meters in length. All are currently inactive, draped along the floor and tables of the surgical suites. Storage areas: Each surgical suite provided access to an underground storage area, in which translucent cases5 displayed desiccated remains of numerous types of modified human cadavers. There are three predominate types noted: naga-type - consisting of human torso, upper extremities, and head, attached to an enlarged serpentine lower body. The lumbar portions of the spine perfectly merge into the serpentine spine structure on a molecular level. Entire length of body over 4 meters when fully extended. cyclopean - consisting of large human skeletal structure, roughly 3 meters tall. Exhibiting significantly denser bones than a normal human specimen. The skull has been modified such that there is a solitary oracular cavity in the center of the face. Dental structures include significantly elongated canines into “tusks” that would have extended beyond the capacity of the mouth. fawn-type - consisting of normal human skeletal structure except for the lower extremities which exhibit a reverse knee joint and end in cloven hoofs. Each variety of modified human remains exhibits extensive surgical and thaumaturgical grafting of nonhuman tissues and skeletal structures. There are over two hundred modified human remains in storage, with space for approximately another three hundred. On the second floor, eighteen bodies were found resembling humans but with an epidermis made up of material similar to sea sponges, four insectile wings sprouting from the back, and lacking facial features.6 Amongst these corpses were found dozens of the sexless humanoid remains matching those dissected in the surgery suites, several dozen melee weapons made of bronze (significantly oxidized), and substantial evidence of a struggle. The third, and highest, floor of the tower contained a library/laboratory that had been ransacked. No documents were found within. Laboratory equipment was constructed of biological material similar to the mechanisms on evidence on the first floor surgical suites. Iconography present throughout SCP-5957-A show humanoid hands with ten digits and crystalline structures attached to the palm. The entire structure is radiocarbon dated to 410 BCE +/- 20 years. Conclusions: SCP-5957-A served as an experimental research lab in service of modifying human subjects. At some point the facility was attacked by whatever force sent the plant/sediment humanoid entities and the facility was abandoned. Security features of a thaumaturgical nature were most likely activated when Dyatlov’s party breached the tower, "waking up" any surprises left by the builders when they abandoned the facility. Whoever or whatever built this tower is long gone and had the foresight to retrieve any documentation that would’ve been stored in the uppermost chambers as it clearly contains shelves meant for books or scrolls. Samples of all four types of modified human remains7 are to be moved to Site-91, along with one of the humanoid entities referred to by Chernoff as “homunculi,” for research to be overseen by Director Varga. - Dr. Rossi Yuri Yefimovich Yudin was assisted with immigration paperwork to the UK claiming political asylum and was recruited to Site-91 staff. Containment Breach Incident 5957-1 - 01/06/1993 ▷ Clearance Level-4 Required Clearance Verified WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/5957 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/5957 AUTHORIZATION AND APPROVAL FROM THE DIRECTOR OF SITE-91 WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Containment Breach Report – 01/06/1993 Two weeks after establishing containment of SCP-5957-A, the perimeter was breached by a group of hostiles dressed to resemble Soviet special forces. Breaching the perimeter would have required an individual have prior personal knowledge of the area, with thaumaturgical or mnestic enhancement to overcome the countermeasures. Six containment personnel were KIA in the initial hostilities. After approximately twenty-six minutes, reinforcements arrived from the forward operating base at foot of the Ural Mountains, driving off the intruders. The intrusion force managed to collect all known specimens of the “homunculi” on site before being interrupted. In the resulting firefight, hostiles retreated and evacuated via unknown means, removing most casualties from the field. A solitary corpse was forgotten in the confusion, discovered in a ravine just a few dozen meters from the tower. Autopsy shows the assailant was not human but constructed of sediment and plant life, greatly resembling the “homunculi” cadavers dating from antiquity and found within SCP-5957-A surgical suites. Surveillance footage from the incident showed an aging man commanding the intrusion force dressed in expensive hiking gear, a long woolen gray coat with fur collar, and an ushanka hat. This individual’s body was not found, and he is to be considered at large. Hecatoncheires Cycle << Repatriation | SCP-5957: A Baleful Light | Fox Hunt >> Footnotes 1. Yuri Yefimovich Yudin, currently living in Moscow, aged 58 – Dr. Rossi 2. Designated SCP-5957-A. 3. Beyond this note, there is almost no further mention of Yudin. Given that he is still alive, it would be prudent to interview him for the file. – Dr. Rossi 4. Presumably from a beating he took off camera. 5. The translucent storage containers are made up of organic material, similar in structure to insectile wings but heavily resistant to damage in comparison. 6. Matching descriptions of SCP-3743-C instances. 7. Including cadavers resembling SCP-3743-C. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5957" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5957. Licensed under CC-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: filecover Author: Grigori Karpin License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/grigori-karpin-s-author-page/filecoverA Note: Made by me with two base images: “Foundation Emblem” and “Still Life with Communist Hammer-and-Sickle” for references on the logos. 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SCP-5958 | keter | Item#: 5958 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Artistic depiction of Historical Incident 5958-1. Rightmost individual depicted is believed to be SCP-5958, while all others are instances of SCP-5958-1 . Special Containment Procedures: All government photographic records that the Foundation has access to are to be periodically scanned for individuals matching the description of SCP-5958. In the event of a confirmed location, Mobile Task Force Zeta-18 ("Rabble Rousers") are to be dispatched to the area with orders to capture and contain SCP-5958. MTF Zeta-18 are equipped with long-range tranquilizing equipment, and are not to approach within thirty meters of SCP-5958. All other children within the area of an SCP-5958 sighting are to be considered potential hostiles, and care is to be taken by personnel to avoid arousing their suspicions when pursuing SCP-5958. Any confirmed instances of SCP-5958-1 are to be brought into containment and held until their anomalous effects abate. In cases where SCP-5958-1 instances must be terminated in the fields, cover stories are to be arranged on a case-by-case basis. Mobile Task Force Beta-18 ("Clean Sweep") is permanently assigned to cover-up duty following SCP-5958 appearances. Depending on the level of casualties once the initial situation is resolved, this team is to recontextualize said deaths and distribute a suitable level of amnestics en-masse. Any evidence of the SCP-5958 appearance prior to this correction is to be tracked down and destroyed. Management and obfuscation of SCP-5958 sightings prior to the year 1900 is under the purview of the Historical Department, which will operate separately in this regard. In the event that SCP-5958 is successfully captured, it is to be transported to Installation-92, where subsequent containment procedures have already been prepared. This file will be updated at that time. Description: SCP-5958 is an entity bearing the appearance of a prepubescent human of ambiguous sex and age, which is believed to have existed since at least the year 1212. Although the fact that SCP-5958 has not yet been brought into custody prevents full investigation of its biology and greater nature, records from previous sightings have provided some information on its identifying characteristics. SCP-5958, regardless of which identity it is currently operating under, has been observed to possess long blonde hair and golden eyes. Typically, it will assume the identity of a runaway child or orphan, presumably in order to justify its lack of family members to those it interacts with. SCP-5958 possesses significant psionic1 abilities, having demonstrated the ability to lift objects of up to 4500lbs at a range believed to be up to twenty-five meters. The most common use of this is attack or defense via throwing surrounding objects at extreme speeds, but SCP-5958 has also demonstrated the capacity for finer manipulation — such as directly puppeteering the bodies of nearby individuals and making fine adjustments to their internal biology, usually for the purposes of inflicting pain or bodily harm. Since its original appearance in 1212, SCP-5958 has repeatedly appeared in various locations around the world — with a significant amount of casualties invariably following, both as a result of its own behaviour and the behaviour of SCP-5958-1 instances. This human suffering appears to be the primary objective behind its behaviour, as it has not been observed to pursue any other goals during its appearances. When SCP-5958 appears in an area, it will often attempt to ingratiate itself with the local child population, often presenting itself as a friend or playmate when children are in an area outside of adult observation. In the majority of cases, the other children will reciprocate this attention, and — over the course of several weeks — become instances of SCP-5958-1. SCP-5958-1 is the collective designation for any individual under the age of thirteen who has fallen under the influence of SCP-5958. The only physical marker of this change is a slight yellowing of iris colour, which increases in intensity the longer they remain in proximity to SCP-5958. Regardless of the state of this visual indicator, instances of SCP-5958-1 experience the same anomalous changes: A strong sense of loyalty towards both SCP-5958 and other children. A strong antipathy towards any individual over the age of thirteen, regardless of prior relationship. A significantly reduced level of empathy towards others. Development of sadistic tendencies, exclusively aimed at individuals over the age of thirteen. Development of psionic prowess comparable to SCP-5958's own, barring a lack of fine manipulation capability. Note that pre-existing personality traits will be retained during this process, and an SCP-5958-1 instance will lose its anomalous properties and return to its previous state if separated from SCP-5958 for an extensive length of time. However, in the majority of cases where this has occurred, the instance has suffered from severe trauma as a result of actions they have taken while under SCP-5958's influence. Once a large number of SCP-5958-1 instances have been assembled, SCP-5958 will generally prompt them to take part in a mass demonstration of their newfound abilities, often resulting in high casualties among the local adult population. SCP-5958 will generally abandon the SCP-5958-1 instances at some point during this process, presumably to avoid the authorities that will inevitably respond. Historical Incident 5958-1 The first known appearance of SCP-5958 occurred in the year 1212, and led to the event referred to in history as the Children's Crusade. During this first appearance, SCP-5958 took on the moniker of 'Stephen of Cloyes' and claimed to be a shepherd boy who had received a vision from Christ, ordering it to lead a crusade to retake the Holy Land. Under this pretext, SCP-5958 amassed a large number of followers — the majority being children who later became SCP-5958-1 instances — and led them across the country of France, devastating numerous communities as it passed through them. Following an attempt on the life of King Phillip II, mercenaries led by the Vatican's Secretorum Camerus Prophetias2 conducted a series of attacks on SCP-5958 and its followers. During this conflict, Girolamo Gallo — a member of the Secretorum Camerus Prophetias dispatched to the region — was assigned to act as a scout against SCP-5958's entourage prior to attacks. He later wrote of the experience in his personal journal3: The devil-boy of Cloyes only left his tent when the sun came down — although the children that followed him had been reveling long before. They had just returned from ransacking the village of Aiffres, and many of the villagers had been stolen away in the process — floating above the youthful crowd as if held there by invisible string. This Stephen of Cloyes looked from each of these unfortunates to another, his face beatific, and as he did their bodies twisted and split like branches snapped in half, their insides spilling down like rain. The children pranced and danced long into the night in that downpour, and their laughter was unending. As I prepared to leave my position in the undergrowth, the devil-boy looked at me — and I felt the fear of God — but he only smiled and nodded towards the floating carcasses as if showing me his good work. I fled for my life immediately. When I hear the sound of children's laughter now, my heart no longer feels peace, but a great horror that never fades. I recall the golden eyes of Stephen of Cloyes. The majority of the SCP-5958-1 instances following SCP-5958 were killed during the attacks conducted by the Secretorum Camerus Prophetias, and those that were not scattered and fled — either expiring in the wilderness or losing their anomalous properties and fading out of recorded history. Several members of the Secretorum Camerus Prophetias claimed to have slain SCP-5958 following their return to the Vatican, but it is believed these reports are false due to contradictory details. It is speculated that SCP-5958 made several appearances around the world over the following years, but these incidents have not yet been confirmed due to lack of historical documentation. The next confirmed appearance of SCP-5958 was in the year 1284, in the German town of Hamelin. Evidence suggests that, over the course of several weeks, SCP-5958 converted the majority of the town's child population into instances of SCP-5958-1 and led them into an armed revolt against the town's adult population. This led to massive casualties among both groups. Following this event, SCP-5958 adopted the pattern of appearances that has continued to this day. Incident 5958-1 Photograph retrieved from Mark Grierson's phone, believed to depict SCP-5958. File was named 'Anna'. The most prominent appearance of SCP-5958 in the modern day occurred on March 8th, 2013, and became known to the public as the Grierson Murder. While evidence of the anomalous factors that contributed to this event has been successfully expunged from public record, full obfuscation was not possible due to the involved family's prominence in society, along with immediate widespread reporting of the crime. The two individuals implicated in the crime — Mark Grierson, 11, and Lucas Grierson, 12 — are believed to have come into contact with SCP-5958 several weeks prior. In this case, SCP-5958 was known to the pair as 'Anna', and they frequently met up with the entity at the local park after school. During this time, they became instances of SCP-5958-1. It is unknown whether the Grierson Murder was something that SCP-5958 specifically instructed the pair to carry out, or if it simply followed from the behavioral changes brought about by becoming SCP-5958-1 instances. On the evening of 08/03/2018, Mark and Lucas Grierson's parents, actors Harry and Philomena Grierson, left their home for an anniversary dinner. They hired neighbor Susan Stone, 18, to babysit their two sons during this time. Stone had looked after the children numerous times previously, and was considered a close friend of the family. Due to the presence of a home security system in the Grierson household, video recordings of the ensuing events are available — this system did not record audio, however. The following is an extract from the relevant portion of said log: [BEGIN RECORDING] 18:12: Mark, Lucas and Susan are sat in the living room, watching television. Susan is sat on one side of the couch, while Mark and Lucas are sat on the opposite end — they appear to be making a conscious effort to maintain space between themselves and Susan. Susan glances at the two boys, looking confused, but does not comment. 18:15: Mark leans towards Lucas and appears to whisper something into his ear. Lucas looks towards Susan, then nods. Following this, Lucas then gets up from the couch, says something to Susan — who nods — and then proceeds to leave the room. 18:16: Lucas enters the family garage and begins rummaging around in a box of miscellaneous affects. 18:17: Mark walks into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of Coke, spilling some of it in the process. He also retrieves a box of matches from a high drawer via use of a chair. He then returns to the living room and sits down on the couch. Susan says something to him, but he appears to ignore her. 18:19: Lucas retrieves a wooden baseball bat from the box and proceeds back towards the living room. 18:20: Lucas enters the living room, baseball bat in hand, and begins sneaking up behind Susan. 18:21: Susan says something and begins getting up from the couch. Lucas swings the baseball bat towards her head as she gets up, but misses. Appearing alarmed, Susan whirls around and snatches the bat from his hands, pointing a finger towards him as she scolds him. Mark glances towards Susan. 18:22: Susan suddenly goes flying into the far wall with such force that cracks are left in its surface. The light fixture on the ceiling sways slightly from residual force. After floating in place for a moment, Susan falls away from the wall, unconscious. 18:23: Mark gets up from the couch, looks towards Lucas, and says something to him. Lucas moves behind the television and begins unplugging the cabling. 18:24: Mark proceeds towards the garage, retrieves a bucket, and places it next to the fuel tank of the family's second car. Lucas retrieves the cabling from behind the television and uses it to bind Susan's arms and legs. 18:25: A large hole suddenly appears in the vehicle's fuel tank — presumably through application of psionic force — and fuel begins spilling out into the bucket. Mark kneels down and holds the bucket steady as it is filled. 18:27: Susan begins to recover consciousness, and visibly panics and protests when she becomes aware of her situation. Lucas, appearing irritated, tears up a cushion from the couch and uses a strip of it as a makeshift gag to silence her. 18:28: Mark stands up and takes the bucket, allowing the remaining fuel to spill onto the ground as he proceeds back towards the living room. 18:29: After returning to the living room, Mark briefly speaks with Lucas, and then points in the direction of the backyard. Susan visibly thrashes against her restraints, but is ignored. 18:30: Mark, Lucas and Susan move towards the backyard — Susan being transported via psionic force used by one or both of the brothers. Once outside, they place Susan on the grass. Lucas pours the bucket of fuel onto Susan. 18:31: When Mark takes the box of matches from his pocket, Susan's struggling visibly increases in fervor. Neither Mark nor Lucas acknowledge this. 18:32: Lucas takes a match from Mark, lights it, and throws it at Susan. She quickly catches alight and begins burning alive. Lucas points towards her as she burns, smiles at Mark, and says something. Mark nods. 18:33: Mark and Lucas observe the burning Susan. 18:34: Mark and Lucas continue to observe the burning Susan. Mark appears to grow bored, hands the remaining matches to Lucas, and heads back inside. 18:35: Lucas sits down in a deckchair and continues to observe the burning Susan — who is barely visible at this point due to significant amounts of smoke. Lights in other houses in the area are beginning to turn on. 18:36: Mark goes upstairs to his room, turns on his computer, and begins playing the video game Minecraft. As he plays, the burning Susan is clearly visible and presumably audible through the window next to him. He does not take notice of this, and plays without interruption. 18:37: Lucas appears to have fallen asleep in his deckchair. A shadow is visible on the grass, indicating someone is standing just out of sight of the camera. 18:38: Susan writhes on the grass. 18:40: Susan ceases movement. The shadow leaves the frame. [END RECORDING] Local authorities arrived shortly after, alerted by neighbours who spotted the smoke, and apprehended Mark and Lucas Grierson. Susan Stone was declared dead at the scene by paramedics. Journalists — also alerted by a neighbor — arrived shortly after at the same time as Harry and Philomena Grierson. Details of the crime, with anomalous aspects fortunately not yet discovered, were broadcast on national news that same night. Shortly after, MTF Beta-18 were able to infiltrate the ensuing investigation and remove evidence of anomalous phenomena. Both Mark and Lucas Grierson remain in the prison system to this day, having been transferred there from juvenile detention after turning eighteen. SCP-5958 could not be located following the Grierson Murder, and is believed to have left the area immediately after it occurred. Incident 5958-2 On 03/11/2020, evidence of SCP-5958's presence was found in Dustal, Russia, following the discovery that all police officers at the local station had been killed over the course of half an hour. Inspection of the scene showed the causes of death as a mixture of exsanguination, strangulation, blunt force trauma, bodily detonation, and self-inflicted gunshot wounds. Records recovered from the station revealed that, earlier that night, one of the officers assigned to the station — one Aleksei Orlov — had picked up a suspected runaway child while out on patrol and brought them back to the station. This child is believed to have been SCP-5958, and the following recovered recording was an interview conducted shortly before the massacre: [BEGIN RECORDING] Aleksei Orlov: Got something warm for you. Drink up. SCP-5958: Thanks… you're nice, Mr. Orlov. Aleksei Orlov: (laughs) Well, I try to be. It's important to be nice to people, you know? You too. It's not a good thing — to run away like that. SCP-5958: I-I didn't… I just… Aleksei Orlov: Hey, hey, it's okay. Lots of kids run away from home. Nobody's mad at you, we just want to get you back where you belong. It's cold outside, you could catch your death. Where do you live? Do you know your home address? SCP-5958: I, um… I've lived in a bunch of different places… Aleksei Orlov: Your family moves around a lot? SCP-5958: Yeah. All the time. Do you have a family, Mr. Orlov? Aleksei Orlov: Everybody has some kind of family. I — um. Did I tell you my name? Have we met before? (Pause.) SCP-5958: You said it when we met. Don't you remember? Aleksei Orlov: Right, right. Sorry. (laughs) It's these late-night shifts, you know. It's way past both our bedtimes. SCP-5958: (laughs) How many people do you have in your family? Do you have any kids? Aleksei Orlov: Look who's curious. Come on, Miss, we're talking about you right now. What address does your family live at? Do you have a home number we could call your parents at? SCP-5958: Do you have any kids? Aleksei Orlov: (sighs) Yes, a daughter around your age. Now can you please just answer the question? SCP-5958: Do you beat your kid? (Pause.) Aleksei Orlov: (quietly) Let's not get cheeky now, okay? SCP-5958: (giggles) Why? Are you mad? You're mad, aren't you? You just have that kind of face that makes you look like you beat your kid. Do you punch her in the face? Do you kick her in the stomach? Hey, hey, why aren't you answering? Why are you so mad? (Sounds of footsteps heading towards the door. They suddenly stop.) Aleksei Orlov: (choking sounds) SCP-5958: Hey, hey, what's wrong? You look so mad, but you aren't doing anything. Why'd you stop moving? Aleksei Orlov: (choking sounds) (Sounds of cracking.) SCP-5958: Hey, why are you floating like that? That's so weird. You're so weird. Are your arms meant to bend that way? What's wrong? (mockingly) Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? What's your phone number, huh, what's your fucking phone number? (Loud snapping noise. Sounds of choking cease. Pause.) (Sound of footsteps, moving towards the door. Sound of door opening. Sound of multiple gunshots.) (Pause.) (Sound of laughter.) [END RECORDING] Footnotes 1. Remote manipulation of matter using the mind. 2. Known Foundation precursor group. 3. Updated for purposes of legibility. Original text available upon request from the Historical Department. |
SCP-5958 | uncontained | Item#: 5958 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Artistic depiction of Historical Incident 5958-1. Rightmost individual depicted is believed to be SCP-5958, while all others are instances of SCP-5958-1 . Special Containment Procedures: All government photographic records that the Foundation has access to are to be periodically scanned for individuals matching the description of SCP-5958. In the event of a confirmed location, Mobile Task Force Zeta-18 ("Rabble Rousers") are to be dispatched to the area with orders to capture and contain SCP-5958. MTF Zeta-18 are equipped with long-range tranquilizing equipment, and are not to approach within thirty meters of SCP-5958. All other children within the area of an SCP-5958 sighting are to be considered potential hostiles, and care is to be taken by personnel to avoid arousing their suspicions when pursuing SCP-5958. Any confirmed instances of SCP-5958-1 are to be brought into containment and held until their anomalous effects abate. In cases where SCP-5958-1 instances must be terminated in the fields, cover stories are to be arranged on a case-by-case basis. Mobile Task Force Beta-18 ("Clean Sweep") is permanently assigned to cover-up duty following SCP-5958 appearances. Depending on the level of casualties once the initial situation is resolved, this team is to recontextualize said deaths and distribute a suitable level of amnestics en-masse. Any evidence of the SCP-5958 appearance prior to this correction is to be tracked down and destroyed. Management and obfuscation of SCP-5958 sightings prior to the year 1900 is under the purview of the Historical Department, which will operate separately in this regard. In the event that SCP-5958 is successfully captured, it is to be transported to Installation-92, where subsequent containment procedures have already been prepared. This file will be updated at that time. Description: SCP-5958 is an entity bearing the appearance of a prepubescent human of ambiguous sex and age, which is believed to have existed since at least the year 1212. Although the fact that SCP-5958 has not yet been brought into custody prevents full investigation of its biology and greater nature, records from previous sightings have provided some information on its identifying characteristics. SCP-5958, regardless of which identity it is currently operating under, has been observed to possess long blonde hair and golden eyes. Typically, it will assume the identity of a runaway child or orphan, presumably in order to justify its lack of family members to those it interacts with. SCP-5958 possesses significant psionic1 abilities, having demonstrated the ability to lift objects of up to 4500lbs at a range believed to be up to twenty-five meters. The most common use of this is attack or defense via throwing surrounding objects at extreme speeds, but SCP-5958 has also demonstrated the capacity for finer manipulation — such as directly puppeteering the bodies of nearby individuals and making fine adjustments to their internal biology, usually for the purposes of inflicting pain or bodily harm. Since its original appearance in 1212, SCP-5958 has repeatedly appeared in various locations around the world — with a significant amount of casualties invariably following, both as a result of its own behaviour and the behaviour of SCP-5958-1 instances. This human suffering appears to be the primary objective behind its behaviour, as it has not been observed to pursue any other goals during its appearances. When SCP-5958 appears in an area, it will often attempt to ingratiate itself with the local child population, often presenting itself as a friend or playmate when children are in an area outside of adult observation. In the majority of cases, the other children will reciprocate this attention, and — over the course of several weeks — become instances of SCP-5958-1. SCP-5958-1 is the collective designation for any individual under the age of thirteen who has fallen under the influence of SCP-5958. The only physical marker of this change is a slight yellowing of iris colour, which increases in intensity the longer they remain in proximity to SCP-5958. Regardless of the state of this visual indicator, instances of SCP-5958-1 experience the same anomalous changes: A strong sense of loyalty towards both SCP-5958 and other children. A strong antipathy towards any individual over the age of thirteen, regardless of prior relationship. A significantly reduced level of empathy towards others. Development of sadistic tendencies, exclusively aimed at individuals over the age of thirteen. Development of psionic prowess comparable to SCP-5958's own, barring a lack of fine manipulation capability. Note that pre-existing personality traits will be retained during this process, and an SCP-5958-1 instance will lose its anomalous properties and return to its previous state if separated from SCP-5958 for an extensive length of time. However, in the majority of cases where this has occurred, the instance has suffered from severe trauma as a result of actions they have taken while under SCP-5958's influence. Once a large number of SCP-5958-1 instances have been assembled, SCP-5958 will generally prompt them to take part in a mass demonstration of their newfound abilities, often resulting in high casualties among the local adult population. SCP-5958 will generally abandon the SCP-5958-1 instances at some point during this process, presumably to avoid the authorities that will inevitably respond. Historical Incident 5958-1 The first known appearance of SCP-5958 occurred in the year 1212, and led to the event referred to in history as the Children's Crusade. During this first appearance, SCP-5958 took on the moniker of 'Stephen of Cloyes' and claimed to be a shepherd boy who had received a vision from Christ, ordering it to lead a crusade to retake the Holy Land. Under this pretext, SCP-5958 amassed a large number of followers — the majority being children who later became SCP-5958-1 instances — and led them across the country of France, devastating numerous communities as it passed through them. Following an attempt on the life of King Phillip II, mercenaries led by the Vatican's Secretorum Camerus Prophetias2 conducted a series of attacks on SCP-5958 and its followers. During this conflict, Girolamo Gallo — a member of the Secretorum Camerus Prophetias dispatched to the region — was assigned to act as a scout against SCP-5958's entourage prior to attacks. He later wrote of the experience in his personal journal3: The devil-boy of Cloyes only left his tent when the sun came down — although the children that followed him had been reveling long before. They had just returned from ransacking the village of Aiffres, and many of the villagers had been stolen away in the process — floating above the youthful crowd as if held there by invisible string. This Stephen of Cloyes looked from each of these unfortunates to another, his face beatific, and as he did their bodies twisted and split like branches snapped in half, their insides spilling down like rain. The children pranced and danced long into the night in that downpour, and their laughter was unending. As I prepared to leave my position in the undergrowth, the devil-boy looked at me — and I felt the fear of God — but he only smiled and nodded towards the floating carcasses as if showing me his good work. I fled for my life immediately. When I hear the sound of children's laughter now, my heart no longer feels peace, but a great horror that never fades. I recall the golden eyes of Stephen of Cloyes. The majority of the SCP-5958-1 instances following SCP-5958 were killed during the attacks conducted by the Secretorum Camerus Prophetias, and those that were not scattered and fled — either expiring in the wilderness or losing their anomalous properties and fading out of recorded history. Several members of the Secretorum Camerus Prophetias claimed to have slain SCP-5958 following their return to the Vatican, but it is believed these reports are false due to contradictory details. It is speculated that SCP-5958 made several appearances around the world over the following years, but these incidents have not yet been confirmed due to lack of historical documentation. The next confirmed appearance of SCP-5958 was in the year 1284, in the German town of Hamelin. Evidence suggests that, over the course of several weeks, SCP-5958 converted the majority of the town's child population into instances of SCP-5958-1 and led them into an armed revolt against the town's adult population. This led to massive casualties among both groups. Following this event, SCP-5958 adopted the pattern of appearances that has continued to this day. Incident 5958-1 Photograph retrieved from Mark Grierson's phone, believed to depict SCP-5958. File was named 'Anna'. The most prominent appearance of SCP-5958 in the modern day occurred on March 8th, 2013, and became known to the public as the Grierson Murder. While evidence of the anomalous factors that contributed to this event has been successfully expunged from public record, full obfuscation was not possible due to the involved family's prominence in society, along with immediate widespread reporting of the crime. The two individuals implicated in the crime — Mark Grierson, 11, and Lucas Grierson, 12 — are believed to have come into contact with SCP-5958 several weeks prior. In this case, SCP-5958 was known to the pair as 'Anna', and they frequently met up with the entity at the local park after school. During this time, they became instances of SCP-5958-1. It is unknown whether the Grierson Murder was something that SCP-5958 specifically instructed the pair to carry out, or if it simply followed from the behavioral changes brought about by becoming SCP-5958-1 instances. On the evening of 08/03/2018, Mark and Lucas Grierson's parents, actors Harry and Philomena Grierson, left their home for an anniversary dinner. They hired neighbor Susan Stone, 18, to babysit their two sons during this time. Stone had looked after the children numerous times previously, and was considered a close friend of the family. Due to the presence of a home security system in the Grierson household, video recordings of the ensuing events are available — this system did not record audio, however. The following is an extract from the relevant portion of said log: [BEGIN RECORDING] 18:12: Mark, Lucas and Susan are sat in the living room, watching television. Susan is sat on one side of the couch, while Mark and Lucas are sat on the opposite end — they appear to be making a conscious effort to maintain space between themselves and Susan. Susan glances at the two boys, looking confused, but does not comment. 18:15: Mark leans towards Lucas and appears to whisper something into his ear. Lucas looks towards Susan, then nods. Following this, Lucas then gets up from the couch, says something to Susan — who nods — and then proceeds to leave the room. 18:16: Lucas enters the family garage and begins rummaging around in a box of miscellaneous affects. 18:17: Mark walks into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of Coke, spilling some of it in the process. He also retrieves a box of matches from a high drawer via use of a chair. He then returns to the living room and sits down on the couch. Susan says something to him, but he appears to ignore her. 18:19: Lucas retrieves a wooden baseball bat from the box and proceeds back towards the living room. 18:20: Lucas enters the living room, baseball bat in hand, and begins sneaking up behind Susan. 18:21: Susan says something and begins getting up from the couch. Lucas swings the baseball bat towards her head as she gets up, but misses. Appearing alarmed, Susan whirls around and snatches the bat from his hands, pointing a finger towards him as she scolds him. Mark glances towards Susan. 18:22: Susan suddenly goes flying into the far wall with such force that cracks are left in its surface. The light fixture on the ceiling sways slightly from residual force. After floating in place for a moment, Susan falls away from the wall, unconscious. 18:23: Mark gets up from the couch, looks towards Lucas, and says something to him. Lucas moves behind the television and begins unplugging the cabling. 18:24: Mark proceeds towards the garage, retrieves a bucket, and places it next to the fuel tank of the family's second car. Lucas retrieves the cabling from behind the television and uses it to bind Susan's arms and legs. 18:25: A large hole suddenly appears in the vehicle's fuel tank — presumably through application of psionic force — and fuel begins spilling out into the bucket. Mark kneels down and holds the bucket steady as it is filled. 18:27: Susan begins to recover consciousness, and visibly panics and protests when she becomes aware of her situation. Lucas, appearing irritated, tears up a cushion from the couch and uses a strip of it as a makeshift gag to silence her. 18:28: Mark stands up and takes the bucket, allowing the remaining fuel to spill onto the ground as he proceeds back towards the living room. 18:29: After returning to the living room, Mark briefly speaks with Lucas, and then points in the direction of the backyard. Susan visibly thrashes against her restraints, but is ignored. 18:30: Mark, Lucas and Susan move towards the backyard — Susan being transported via psionic force used by one or both of the brothers. Once outside, they place Susan on the grass. Lucas pours the bucket of fuel onto Susan. 18:31: When Mark takes the box of matches from his pocket, Susan's struggling visibly increases in fervor. Neither Mark nor Lucas acknowledge this. 18:32: Lucas takes a match from Mark, lights it, and throws it at Susan. She quickly catches alight and begins burning alive. Lucas points towards her as she burns, smiles at Mark, and says something. Mark nods. 18:33: Mark and Lucas observe the burning Susan. 18:34: Mark and Lucas continue to observe the burning Susan. Mark appears to grow bored, hands the remaining matches to Lucas, and heads back inside. 18:35: Lucas sits down in a deckchair and continues to observe the burning Susan — who is barely visible at this point due to significant amounts of smoke. Lights in other houses in the area are beginning to turn on. 18:36: Mark goes upstairs to his room, turns on his computer, and begins playing the video game Minecraft. As he plays, the burning Susan is clearly visible and presumably audible through the window next to him. He does not take notice of this, and plays without interruption. 18:37: Lucas appears to have fallen asleep in his deckchair. A shadow is visible on the grass, indicating someone is standing just out of sight of the camera. 18:38: Susan writhes on the grass. 18:40: Susan ceases movement. The shadow leaves the frame. [END RECORDING] Local authorities arrived shortly after, alerted by neighbours who spotted the smoke, and apprehended Mark and Lucas Grierson. Susan Stone was declared dead at the scene by paramedics. Journalists — also alerted by a neighbor — arrived shortly after at the same time as Harry and Philomena Grierson. Details of the crime, with anomalous aspects fortunately not yet discovered, were broadcast on national news that same night. Shortly after, MTF Beta-18 were able to infiltrate the ensuing investigation and remove evidence of anomalous phenomena. Both Mark and Lucas Grierson remain in the prison system to this day, having been transferred there from juvenile detention after turning eighteen. SCP-5958 could not be located following the Grierson Murder, and is believed to have left the area immediately after it occurred. Incident 5958-2 On 03/11/2020, evidence of SCP-5958's presence was found in Dustal, Russia, following the discovery that all police officers at the local station had been killed over the course of half an hour. Inspection of the scene showed the causes of death as a mixture of exsanguination, strangulation, blunt force trauma, bodily detonation, and self-inflicted gunshot wounds. Records recovered from the station revealed that, earlier that night, one of the officers assigned to the station — one Aleksei Orlov — had picked up a suspected runaway child while out on patrol and brought them back to the station. This child is believed to have been SCP-5958, and the following recovered recording was an interview conducted shortly before the massacre: [BEGIN RECORDING] Aleksei Orlov: Got something warm for you. Drink up. SCP-5958: Thanks… you're nice, Mr. Orlov. Aleksei Orlov: (laughs) Well, I try to be. It's important to be nice to people, you know? You too. It's not a good thing — to run away like that. SCP-5958: I-I didn't… I just… Aleksei Orlov: Hey, hey, it's okay. Lots of kids run away from home. Nobody's mad at you, we just want to get you back where you belong. It's cold outside, you could catch your death. Where do you live? Do you know your home address? SCP-5958: I, um… I've lived in a bunch of different places… Aleksei Orlov: Your family moves around a lot? SCP-5958: Yeah. All the time. Do you have a family, Mr. Orlov? Aleksei Orlov: Everybody has some kind of family. I — um. Did I tell you my name? Have we met before? (Pause.) SCP-5958: You said it when we met. Don't you remember? Aleksei Orlov: Right, right. Sorry. (laughs) It's these late-night shifts, you know. It's way past both our bedtimes. SCP-5958: (laughs) How many people do you have in your family? Do you have any kids? Aleksei Orlov: Look who's curious. Come on, Miss, we're talking about you right now. What address does your family live at? Do you have a home number we could call your parents at? SCP-5958: Do you have any kids? Aleksei Orlov: (sighs) Yes, a daughter around your age. Now can you please just answer the question? SCP-5958: Do you beat your kid? (Pause.) Aleksei Orlov: (quietly) Let's not get cheeky now, okay? SCP-5958: (giggles) Why? Are you mad? You're mad, aren't you? You just have that kind of face that makes you look like you beat your kid. Do you punch her in the face? Do you kick her in the stomach? Hey, hey, why aren't you answering? Why are you so mad? (Sounds of footsteps heading towards the door. They suddenly stop.) Aleksei Orlov: (choking sounds) SCP-5958: Hey, hey, what's wrong? You look so mad, but you aren't doing anything. Why'd you stop moving? Aleksei Orlov: (choking sounds) (Sounds of cracking.) SCP-5958: Hey, why are you floating like that? That's so weird. You're so weird. Are your arms meant to bend that way? What's wrong? (mockingly) Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? What's your phone number, huh, what's your fucking phone number? (Loud snapping noise. Sounds of choking cease. Pause.) (Sound of footsteps, moving towards the door. Sound of door opening. Sound of multiple gunshots.) (Pause.) (Sound of laughter.) [END RECORDING] Footnotes 1. Remote manipulation of matter using the mind. 2. Known Foundation precursor group. 3. Updated for purposes of legibility. Original text available upon request from the Historical Department. |
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SCP-5959, highest available resolution. Item №: SCP-5959 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5959's location renders physical containment impracticable but unnecessary;1 current procedures consist mainly of observation and research. To this end, the M77 telescope array at Site-8 is to be utilized exclusively for observation of SCP-5959. Personnel assigned to SCP-5959 are required to take Class W mnestic2 drugs on a daily basis. Standard information suppression procedures are currently unnecessary for effective containment, as civilian observation of SCP-5959 is not possible. Description: SCP-5959 is a celestial body, believed to be a C-type asteroid, in orbit around the Sun. The nature of SCP-5959's orbit often brings it into close proximity to Earth at its perihelion, with flybys occurring approximately once every ~3 years. It is noted to have an abnormally stable orbit which has not exhibited decay since initial Foundation discovery of the object in 2001. Analysis by the Site-8 astronomical research team has determined that SCP-5959 is inherently antimemetic. Its existence does not register in human short-term or long-term memory; as such, it cannot be consciously perceived or remembered without the use of mnestics. Even when an observer is under the effect of mnestics, the antimemetic field surrounding SCP-5959 obfuscates its appearance considerably. As a result, the precise physical characteristics and dimensions of SCP-5959 are not currently known — researchers at Site-8 have only been able to determine its approximate orbital trajectory. Additionally, the exact mechanism by which the antimemetic effect is produced is unclear. On multiple occasions, the trajectory of SCP-5959 has visibly adjusted itself through unknown means, evidently with the aim of avoiding collisions with other celestial bodies and maintaining an overall stable orbit. These occurrences strongly suggest the existence of an intelligent entity or construct with control over the orbital trajectory of SCP-5959. This entity has been designated SCP-5959-A. The launching of an autonomous lander in order to directly examine SCP-5959 and determine the exact nature of SCP-5959-A is currently under consideration. Addendum 5959.01: On 2019/09/20, the above proposal was accepted and construction began on a lander and spacecraft. Two years later, on 2021/04/24, the Orpheus spacecraft and Freya lander were completed and launched during a close flyby of SCP-5959 with Earth. Freya was designed to autonomously explore SCP-5959, gather data and observations, and respond on its own to potential threats with evasive maneuvers if required, while Orpheus was to stay in orbit around SCP-5959 indefinitely and collect additional data. Upon initial landing on SCP-5959, a number of cognitohazardous vectors of significant strength affected all footage and data transmitted by the Freya lander, preventing immediate examination of the data. Despite extensive memetic filtering, several dangerous visual cognitohazards persisted in the footage. The following is a textual transcript of the Freya footage which has been cleared as safe to view. [BEGIN LOG] <T+00:00:01> Freya's camera is blocked by the closed egress hatch of the Orpheus spacecraft. No footage is recorded. <T+00:01:13> Egress hatch opens. Freya exits the Orpheus spacecraft and engages retrorockets to arrest its descent. At this point, SCP-5959 is visible beneath the lander, but the majority of the object is cloaked by a thick layer of ambient atmospheric dust which appears to be moving erratically. <T+00:05:30> Freya penetrates the dust layer and achieves surface contact with SCP-5959, landing upright and deactivating retrorockets. Viewed from beneath, the dust layer is visibly fluctuating in shape, and appears to be forming itself into tessellated arrays of complex glyphs flagged by Freya as partial antimemetic triggers3. The surface of SCP-5959 is also fluctuating in shape; similar antimemetic glyphs are observed to be forming in the regolith, as well as in exposed outcroppings of stone. <T+00:14:21> Freya begins to traverse the surface of SCP-5959, but encounters moderate difficulty in moving due to the constant motion of the regolith beneath it. A regular grid of indecipherable glyphs, all of which are flagged as either partial antimemetic triggers or visual cognitohazards, rapidly indent themselves across the surface of SCP-5959 and dissipate as Freya travels over them. <T+00:19:05> Freya crests a hill in the surface of SCP-5959, which quickly sinks into the ground and levels itself. Freya suffers minor mechanical damage to its treads and lower chassis as a result of this but is able to continue traveling. Several raised logograms, identified as originating from the Ortothan Extraterrestrial Language4 (OEL), form at the hill’s previous location and are captured by Freya‘s rear camera. OEL logograms roughly translate to “TURN BACK”. <T+00:23:13> A large sinkhole spontaneously forms in Freya‘s path. Freya is forced to maneuver around it. During this time, a spiraling fractal pattern composed of a mixture of antimemetic trigger glyphs and OEL logograms repeatedly indents itself in the ground around Freya and dissipates, causing further travel difficulties. OEL logograms roughly translate to “STOP”, “DO NOT CONTINUE” and other variations on orders to cease travel. Freya successfully maneuvers around the sinkhole after one hour, at which point the glyphs and logograms cease to appear; it continues to travel. <T+01:20:32> Freya enters a stretch of irregular terrain, significantly inhibiting travel. This issue is exacerbated by increased deformation of SCP-5959’s surface; jagged prominences of rock begin to emerge from the regolith layer, causing further damage to Freya‘s lower chassis as it travels. The atmospheric dust layer begins to increase in density and fluctuate at an increased speed, lowering visibility drastically. Tessellated grids and spirals of antimemetic trigger glyphs, cognitohazardous symbols and other memetic hazards form and dissipate erratically in the atmospheric dust layer as well as the ground. <T+01:35:27> A crevasse measuring 6m in width forms directly beneath Freya. Its length is difficult to determine, but visibly exceeds 70m. The lander drops into the crevasse, immediately fires its retrorockets and enters controlled descent, during which clouds of ambient dust repeatedly form into arrays of OEL logograms, rotate around Freya and dissipate. Translation is as follows: “The [prison?] of [Unknown Symbol 23- a name?] protected by [Combined Symbol- Holy Words?] so that none shall gaze [unknown] yourselves [unknown] should not [succumb, accept] its [vile?] [falsehoods, lies]. Turn back. Turn back.” This sentence is repeated five times before all dust clouds dissipate. <T+02:11:01> After descending approximately 82 km, Freya touches down on the far right of a large, spherical cavern. Its Kant counter immediately registers a sharp decrease in local Humes5. Sensors indicate that a heat-emitting object is present in the center of the cavern; however, a massive cloud of erratically moving dust completely blocks it from view. Arrays of lethal cognitohazardous glyphs, some indented into the rock and some raised out of it, are visibly moving across the walls and floor of the cavern as well as forming and dissipating in the central cloud of dust. <T+02:23:34> Freya begins to move towards the center of the cavern. Its progress is impeded by extreme deformation of the cavern floor and it suffers severe damage to its lower chassis, treads and sensor arrays, although this is insufficient to completely halt its movement. The local Hume level is observed to decrease at a geometric rate as Freya approaches the cavern’s center. <T+02:59:58> Freya reaches the center of the cavern, extends a manipulator arm through the dust cloud and makes physical contact with the object inside. Before it can begin preliminary analysis of the object, a proximity alert activates. The rear camera of Freya captures three frames of a sharpened prominence of rock extending from the far wall and approaching the lander at an extremely high speed before all processors uniformly fail. <T+02:59:59> One second before contact is permanently lost, a series of OEL logograms arranged in diagonal lines appear in the footage. This transcription style differs from that of all logograms previously observed, possibly indicating that the communication does not originate from SCP-5959. Translation is as follows: “The [Combined Symbol- Holy Words?] lie. Itself is free.” [END LOG] Addendum 5959.02: Following the loss of contact with the Freya lander, SCP-5959’s orbital trajectory began to deviate drastically from what had previously been observed. This was shortly followed by a series of events resulting in the apparent neutralization of SCP-5959. [BEGIN LOG] <T+00:00:01> SCP-5959 is visibly deviating from its previous trajectory, having adopted an erratic orbit that places it nearly 50km away from its former position. <T+00:40:23> SCP-5959 slows in its orbit before stopping in place and beginning to oscillate violently. <T+01:22:07> Antimemetic triggers spontaneously demanifest, followed by the now-perceptible atmospheric dust cloud beginning to disperse. The surface of SCP-5959 is now partially unobscured; a massive crevasse spreading across half of the object is visible. <T+01:54:13> Crevasse visibly deepens and lengthens as streams of dust exit it. SCP-5959 is now nearly bisected. Kant counters onboard the Orpheus spacecraft register a massive localized drop in Humes. <T+02:12:34> Dust is now closely orbiting SCP-5959 in concentric rings which sporadically manifest antimemetic trigger glyphs, obscuring much of the following events from view. A large object begins to emerge from the crevasse, partially pushing the two halves of SCP-5959 apart. Kant counters and sensor arrays onboard Orpheus register significant gravitational anomalies, spatial distortions, and further decreases in Hume levels as the object emerges. <T+02:34:47> SCP-5959 splits in half completely. A large cloud of dust blocks the emerging object (hereafter designated SCP-5959-B) from view, but sensor arrays onboard Orpheus indicate it is accelerating away from SCP-5959 at a high speed. <T+02:53:01> The two bisected halves of SCP-5959 severely deform before beginning to join back together. Concentric rings of dust continue to orbit the anomaly as it repairs itself. SCP-5959-B continues to accelerate; it cannot be viewed directly due to extreme spatial distortions in its vicinity. <T+03:27:15> SCP-5959 completely repairs itself. The atmospheric cloud of dust reforms, but antimemetic triggers do not remanifest. Despite a lack of any visible propulsion, SCP-5959 exits its previous orbit entirely and accelerates in the approximate direction of SCP-5959-B. <T+03:34:29> Approximately seventy-two projectiles of unknown composition originating from the vicinity of SCP-5959-B strike SCP-5959, causing heavy concussive damage on impact and knocking the object backwards. SCP-5959 responds by releasing several streams of dust from its surface towards SCP-5959-B’s location; these streams do not make contact, as a second volley of projectiles from SCP-5959-B arrest their trajectories and dissipate them. <T+03:49:10> SCP-5959 resumes acceleration towards the location of SCP-5959-B, now noticeably slower. A third volley of projectiles from SCP-5959-B is observed; the rate of fire appears to have been staggered such that the projectiles strike SCP-5959 in a parabolic pattern, causing it to enter an uncontrolled forwards rotation. <T+03:57:23> SCP-5959 is apparently unable to retaliate due to the effects of the previous attack. A fourth volley of projectiles causes sufficient damage to severely compromise the object’s structure; it fractures partially before breaking apart into irregularly-shaped pieces of debris. These pieces do not attempt to rejoin and do not exhibit further movement, appearing to be inanimate. The cloud of dust forms into an indistinct series of OEL logograms before dissipating entirely, and does not reform. Logograms translate approximately to "failure". <T+04:32:07> Final observations of SCP-5959-B confirm a speed exceeding 0.6c before target lock is lost on the entity. The path of SCP-5959-B is estimated to place it outside of the heliosphere in approximately one day provided acceleration remains constant. <T+05:11:06> The M77 array detects a transmission from the last known location of SCP-5959-B. Spectrogram analysis reveals the presence of OEL logograms arranged in diagonal lines. Translation is as follows: "Gratitude of itself is [large, great]. For [Unknown Symbol 107] itself has [unknown] wrongly [imprisoned?] within [maddening?] grey walls [unknown] the [false, lying] [Combined Symbols: Holy Words?] [unknown] [lost, forgotten] by all who would otherwise seek to free itself. Only [desire, wish] of itself is to [swim?] among the stars. Itself gratitude at yourself [aid?] is [unknown- a long sentence] universe. Farewell. May ourselves paths cross again." [END LOG] The reason for SCP-5959-B’s imprisonment inside SCP-5959 is not known. In light of SCP-5959-B's status as an uncontained anomalous entity with unclear motivations, a request for the reclassification of SCP-5959 to Keter has been submitted, and is currently pending. Footnotes 1. Objects given the -supernus subclass are too distant from Earth to be effectively contained. 2. Memory-improving. 3. Anomalous symbols which create an antimemetic effect upon being viewed. 4. A language spoken primarily by GoI-3088 (“Ortothans”/“The Church of the Second Hytoth”), as well as some extraterrestrial entities. 5. A unit measuring the stability of reality. |
SCP-5960 | safe | Item #: SCP-5960 Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-5960 are held in low-risk anomalous item storage in Site-309. Disinformation Campaign 181 "Snake Oil" is to remain in effect until 99% of instances are confirmed to be within Foundation inventory. Standard recovery and amnesticization procedures are to be carried out should another Shell-Event be detected. PoI-6223 is currently under surveillance in Containment Cell 044. In the event that they emerge, they are to be briefly interrogated to gauge their understanding of reality, then reintegrated into society. Description: SCP-5960 is a beauty product sold as a revitalization cream. Notably, the sole active ingredient is peanut butter, specifically of the "chunky" variety. When applied to the skin, it produces a variety of effects, including wrinkle reduction, liver spot removal, and acne removal. It is also an effective moisturizer, hair growth stimulant, and arthritis relief option in addition to being edible and non-toxic. While there is only one listed active ingredient, there are several listed inactive ingredients, most of which are commonly used in non-anomalous cosmetic products. Extensive testing has yielded no conclusive results regarding which combination of ingredients is the root cause for SCP-5960's anomalous properties. SCP-5960 was first discovered on November 14th, 2010, when it became available at Walgreens stores in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Soon after, a series of late-night infomercials began airing, featuring SCP-5960 inventor and spokesperson Jonathan "Johnny" Webbey (designated PoI-6223). These infomercials begin with two women and PoI-6223 applying SCP-5960 to their faces and arms. There will always be a continuous shot of one of the two women displayed on screen. Throughout the showcase, several testimonials will play while PoI-6223 comments on his own experiences with unhealthy skin in his old age. After the last testimonial has aired, all participants will remove SCP-5960 to reveal that their skin has benefited from it, supplementing with before-and-after comparisons. PoI-6223 reportedly used a similar tactic when doing live showcases of the product, applying SCP-5960 onto his face, neck, and arms while pulling audiences members to try the product themselves. As it always guaranteed fast results, it quickly became known to the general public within two months of active distribution. Video Log: The following log was taken from a video interview between PoI-6223 and radio host Tom MacNamara, uploaded onto the KEUR FM YouTube channel on January 22nd, 2011. <BEGIN LOG> MacNamara: Welcome back, everyone. This is Tom and you are listening to KEUR 99.7 FM. Now, with me in the studio today, you may have heard of him and his, uh, his beauty product, "Webbey's Original Revitalizing Cream". He's been causing a lot of buzz around the internet lately, it's Mr. Johnny Webbey himself. How're you doing, Johnny? PoI-6223: I'm doing great, thanks for having me. How are you? MacNamara: Oh, I'm doing pretty good myself! I get to talk to you, after all. You're famous! PoI-6223: [Laughter] I don't know about that. I'm just an old man. MacNamara: Sure, sure, sure. Now, Mr. Webbey— PoI-6223: Yes. MacNamara: It's no doubt that you've gone "viral" on the internet— PoI-6223: Yesss. MacNamara: So tell us, how has that affected you? PoI-6223: I'm actually not really that bothered by it. I thought I might be, but it turns out it's good for business, and it's been very beneficial to the mission, so I welcome it. Open arms, I welcome it. MacNamara: That's good spirit. Now, what do you mean by "the mission"? What's the, uh, what's the goal here? PoI-6223: The goal in mind here is so simple, Tom: to look good! You and me, we're getting older every day, and it shows, doesn't it? It shows in your face, in your posture, in your speech, all sorts of ways. I figure that, hey, we deserve to look good in our old age, right? So, I'm doing what I can to accomplish that. MacNamara: Can't say I disagree. I think I speak for all of us when I say you're doing the Lord's work out there. PoI-6223: I'm just doing what I would want for everyone else. MacNamara: Sure. So, I gotta ask: a lot of people have been bringing this up online. I'm sure you've heard it by now, too. After all, when you get success like this, there's bound to be a few skeptics out there. Anyway, a lot of people have been pointing out the ingredients listed here, specifically the peanut butter… Mind explaining that? PoI-6223: To be honest, Tom? There's not much to explain there. It's peanut butter. Simple as that. MacNamara: Sure, okay, but how do you make that decision? Why peanut butter? PoI-6223: Funny story, actually. One day, I was making myself a PB&J sandwich — I'm more than 60 years old and I still enjoy them, believe it or not — and I had an itch on my nose. So, I scratch it. And I smear some peanut butter on my face. Well, I'm a bit of a clean freak— MacNamara laughs loudly. PoI-6223: It's true, it's true! I don't like getting too messy. So, I go to the bathroom to wash it off. I see myself in the mirror with this streak of peanut butter across my cheek and on my nose and I think, "Man, when I was a kid, I could care less about what got on my face!" One of those "Oh, to be young again" moments. And that's where I got the idea for it. I learned how to make my own peanut butter from home, figured out some of the finer stuff about cosmetics… and here we are! MacNamara: That's all well and good, Johnny, but that doesn't really answer my question about how the peanut butter does all this. PoI-6223: Ha, well, let's just say it's a company secret, then. I still got to make a living, you know. MacNamara: Sure, sure. And I hope you'll forgive me for laughing a bit there. I was already having a hard time taking you seriously with all that stuff on your face. PoI-6223: It's not a big deal. I get that a lot and I plan on getting it some more. We're still taking this out on the road and showing it to people to get the word out. I always do the demonstrations myself, too. I think it makes the customers feel a bit like they can approach you. MacNamara: Alright, well, thanks for coming on today, Johnny. Where can people find your product? PoI-6223: Just about anywhere they sell organic cosmetics. You can also buy some online at my website, "webbeys.biz". MacNamara: It's been a real pleasure. And for what it's worth, you don't look a day over 40. PoI-6223: That's the plan. Thanks for having me, Tom. <END LOG> Shell-Event 1: The first known Shell-Event occurred on February 11th, 2011, when PoI-6223 suddenly went missing. He was to attend a scheduled live showcasing of SCP-5960, but never arrived. As hired staff and PoI-6223 had stayed in separate hotels that evening, it was assumed that PoI-6223 was running late. At approximately 11:30 AM, hired assistant Matthew Tallhardy contacted hotel staff to check on PoI-6223. When they had attempted to contact him via phone, he did not answer, which prompted hotel staff to enter the room. All of PoI-6223's belongings were still present, along with a near empty container of SCP-5960 in the bathroom and a large pale red peanut on the bed, covered in blankets. The peanut, approximately 2 meters in length, was assumed to be a large prop left behind by PoI-6223 and an attempt was made to group it with the rest of his belongings. Two of the hotel staff lifted it off the bed, though it had been dropped due to the unexpected heaviness of the object. After this, witnesses present had reported they heard something similar to a child crying coming from inside the peanut. Emergency services were called immediately after the incident. The peanut was brought into Foundation custody by embedded personnel in local medical care facilities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5960" by RockTeethMothEyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5960. Licensed under CC-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-5961 | keter | SCP-5961 — Under Pressure Collab with AvocadoMilk! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/5961 LEVEL 2/5961 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5961 keter Special Containment Procedures: As there is currently no known method to contain SCP-5961, all containment efforts are to center around the perimeter of all existing SCP-5961-A instances. To execute this task, Cover Story G.96 ("Endangered Environment") is to be applied to all viewings of containment sites. The SCPB Rinta prior to deployment, circa 1978. Description: SCP-5961 refers to a phenomenon occurring worldwide, consisting of a series of events and the creation of SCP-5961-A. Haphazardly, SCP-5961 will occur within bodies of water at least 500 metres deep, mostly consisting of several phases irregularly: Phase 1: All water within a 200-metre radius of the SCP-5961 event will begin forming a whirlpool and pulling all objects inside the perimeter. This process is progressive, speeding up as time proceeds. Phase 2: Water affected by SCP-5961 will begin concentrating and pulling onto a single point, before exploding upwards. Depending on the depth wherein the SCP-5961 event is taking place, the water will reach higher or lower distances on the surface. Phase 3: All objects ejected onto the surface will begin levitating for up to two hours before being attracted into the Earth twice as fast since they were ejected into the air. Along with this, an SCP-5961-A instance will be developed. SCP-5961-A is the collective designation given to all areas that are subjected to an SCP-5961 event. Following the conversion of a perimeter into an SCP-5961-A instance, all objects entering the area will subsequently transform into instances of Valentin's sharpnose puffers, also known as Canthigaster valentini or saddled puffers.1 Notably, these species are buoyant and resistant to hydrostatic pressure. Discovery and Notable Incidents Discovery and Notable Incidents SCP-5961 was discovered during the loss of the SCPB Rinta, a Foundation vessel employed for the exploration of Site-72's surroundings and the Mariana Trench. On the prior hours, Drs. Avery Cado and Samantha Abbett were using the craft to identify an unknown anomaly that appeared near Deep Sea Site-72. However, in the middle of the exploration, the SCPB Rinta became the subject of an SCP-5961 event before being ejected upwards. This led to the impact of the anomaly on the coast of Mindanao Island after two hours of levitation, reaching heights of 2.4 kilometres above the ground. Moreover, the SCP-5961-A instance created as a result of this event was not discovered. Since this incident, several SCP-5961 events were recorded worldwide, with its assigned facility being Deep Sea Site-72. The following includes a series of notable incidents caused by SCP-5961: Date Location Event 29/09/1990 Barkly, Australia Foundation satellites located a massive cloud of several substances over the skies of Barkly. Initially believed to be a mass of gases generated by nearby factories, it was revealed that approximately 110.000 fish of different species such as mullet, carp and mackerels composed this mass. Following the downfall of the fish over the territory, several masses were seen falling over the water prior to entering an SCP-5961-A instance. All vessels within the zone were later evacuated to avoid poisoning by pufferfish. Cover Story G.18 ("Tornado") was implanted in nearby municipalities. 30/11/1992 Nova Scotia, Canada After multiple eyewitness reports of whales and rocks falling over the coasts of Nova Scotia, Foundation satellites located a large mass of levitating whales over Nova Scotia's skies. The event had occurred over the Northumberland Strait and lifted multiple species of aquatic birds, insects and vertebrae. The birds within the flock of whales created a sound that alarmed most civilians, although the local population was quickly administered amnestics as the wildlife fell into SCP-5961-A, becoming pufferfish. 20/01/1994 Irkutsk, Russia An SCP-5961 event occurred within Baikal Lake, causing various objects such as fish, rocks, relics and other buried materials to be ejected over the skies. After levitating over the lake for four hours, the mass began falling towards the Earth, injuring a large amount of fauna and flora within the Lake's surroundings as it caused a small forest fire. Cover Story G.32 ("Asteroid") was deployed in the surrounding areas. Due to the thickness of the ice over the lake, no pufferfish were seen nearby. The SCP-5961-A instance was also discovered. 16/07/1995 New Orleans, United States Reports of a nuclear bomb falling over the streets of New Orleans brought up the theory that the United States of America was under attack of North Korean and Russian missiles, even if no emergency warning was issued. However, it was revealed that the falling object was rather an abandoned Russian submarine. Cover Story G.18 ("Tornado") was implanted. Three people were hurt upon impact. 23/05/1997 Cape Town, South Africa While no records of SCP-5961 occurred within the area, a large instance of Canthigaster valentini2 appeared on the beaches of Cape Town, vomiting pufferfish. It was later deemed as the result of a vessel entering an SCP-5961-A instance, and Cover Story G.67 ("Movie Cast") was implanted among the people. 27/11/1998 Mariana Trench, Pacific Ocean See below (Addendum 5691.2: Incident Log) Incident Log Incident Log On November 27th, 1998, a joint investigation led by both the SCP Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition was started in order to research an Ekhi-Class anomaly that was roaming the depths of the Mariana Trench. When the assigned bathyscaphe, the SCP/GOC-B Toi, reached approximately 4.8 kilometres of depth, an SCP-5961 event occurred. As the water began swirling, the nearby environment began submitting itself to the anomaly's effects regardless of status or nature. The SCP/GOC-B Toi was also affected during this period, leading it to be ejected upwards at extremely fast speeds. The water was later revealed to reach space, creating several seaquakes that reached the coasts of the Philippines, China and Japan while not reaching Deep Sea Site-72. The following log depicts the events as recorded by Foundation and GOC agents Carbon and Jerden within the SCP/GOC-B Toi, which also reached the limits of the Thermosphere: [BEGIN LOG] Z-72 Carbon: Wuh? (The agents begin looking onto the chamber's floor as it begins shaking.) S-51 Jerden: Command, command. Do you copy? Command: Roger that, Jerden. Copy. S-51 Jerden: The vessel is shaking, command. Repeat. The vessel is shaking. Command: Wait, what? Z-72 Carbon: It's not shaking; it's spinning! (The agents stumble to the floor as the SCP/GOC-B Toi begins elevating. Z-72 Carbon begins panicking, while S-51 Jerden tries to contact command.) S-51 Jerden: FUCK! Z-72 Carbon: What's happening? S-51 Jerden: Hell if I know! (Z-72 Carbon begins crawling towards her seat, trying to reach her security belt. S-51 Jerden does the same.) Command: Carbon? Jerden? Do you copy? S-51 Jerden: Yeah. What's going on? Are we pulling up, or..? Command: No. There's something g- (The signal cuts.) Z-72 Carbon: Oh shit. (The ship's sonar begins recording Deep Sea Site-72, as Z-72 Carbon reaches for an oxygen mask on the roof of the vessel.) Z-72 Carbon: When the fuck did we put on so much gas? S-51 Jerden: I don't know! (The signal comes back intermittently.) Command: Why is the- [STATIC] -ter pillar o- [STATIC] -trench? S-51 Jerden: What was that? Command: Why is there a water pillar on top of the trench? OH GOD, IT'S COM- (The signal cuts once again.) Z-72 Carbon: Oh god. (The cameras stop recording, although signals can be sent through the agents' microphones.) S-51 Jerden: I can't hear anything outside except water. Z-72 Carbon: I mean, yeah, it's- Z-72 Carbon: Oh, look, camera's broken. (The vessel stops moving, completely suspended mid-air.) S-51 Jerden: Wait. Wh- Z-72 Carbon: Shit, we're in a buoy now. S-51 Jerden: What? What do you mean? (Z-72 Carbon shrugs.) Z-72 Carbon: We're in space. S-51 Jerden: You're saying the fucking vessel is… Z-72 Carbon: Yes. (The vessel begins moving towards the Earth once again.) Z-72 Carbon: The vessel is buoyant. And sometimes, some things in life simply float. (Silence. Carbon looks around the chamber before shrugging.) Z-72 Carbon: Then why not let us emerge? (The microphones cut as the vessel falls.) [END LOG] While the object was recorded reaching 55 kilometres of height, the impact was recorded on the Mariana Trench, causing the second round of seaquakes. All video recordings of the SCP-5961 event taking place were cut out and all information regarding the anomaly was expunged on social media. The aftermath of the event resulted in several consequences, such as 1.259 casualties and 3.467 injured people. As a result, Foundation personnel disseminated along the media the fact that this was, indeed, caused by Cover Story G.54 ("Tsunami/Seaquake"). Due to Deep Sea Site-72's status as an underwater site, the SCP-5961 caused minor damages within the facility. The SCP/GOC-B Toi was reported missing. Instead, reports of a large pufferfish and two small blowfishes were brought up near Deep Sea Site-72. A few minutes prior to the impact, the agents' cameras began recording once again. As the camera became blurry, the anomaly began recording the SCP/GOC-B Toi's transformation into a large pufferfish, as Carbon and Jerden tried to leave the capsule. Instead of being crushed by the hydrostatic pressure, though, both agents became pufferfish. The following are agent Jerden's last words prior to his disappearance: what is going on why is [illegible] a bubble why am i a pufferfish oh blurp beware the buoyancy Footnotes 1. A species of pufferfish distributed along tropical spaces. 2. Approximately 40 meters high. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5961" by AvocadoMilk and Roundabouts, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5961. Licensed under CC-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: Bathyscaphe Trieste Author: Unknown License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5961 | uncontained | SCP-5961 — Under Pressure Collab with AvocadoMilk! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/5961 LEVEL 2/5961 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5961 keter Special Containment Procedures: As there is currently no known method to contain SCP-5961, all containment efforts are to center around the perimeter of all existing SCP-5961-A instances. To execute this task, Cover Story G.96 ("Endangered Environment") is to be applied to all viewings of containment sites. The SCPB Rinta prior to deployment, circa 1978. Description: SCP-5961 refers to a phenomenon occurring worldwide, consisting of a series of events and the creation of SCP-5961-A. Haphazardly, SCP-5961 will occur within bodies of water at least 500 metres deep, mostly consisting of several phases irregularly: Phase 1: All water within a 200-metre radius of the SCP-5961 event will begin forming a whirlpool and pulling all objects inside the perimeter. This process is progressive, speeding up as time proceeds. Phase 2: Water affected by SCP-5961 will begin concentrating and pulling onto a single point, before exploding upwards. Depending on the depth wherein the SCP-5961 event is taking place, the water will reach higher or lower distances on the surface. Phase 3: All objects ejected onto the surface will begin levitating for up to two hours before being attracted into the Earth twice as fast since they were ejected into the air. Along with this, an SCP-5961-A instance will be developed. SCP-5961-A is the collective designation given to all areas that are subjected to an SCP-5961 event. Following the conversion of a perimeter into an SCP-5961-A instance, all objects entering the area will subsequently transform into instances of Valentin's sharpnose puffers, also known as Canthigaster valentini or saddled puffers.1 Notably, these species are buoyant and resistant to hydrostatic pressure. Discovery and Notable Incidents Discovery and Notable Incidents SCP-5961 was discovered during the loss of the SCPB Rinta, a Foundation vessel employed for the exploration of Site-72's surroundings and the Mariana Trench. On the prior hours, Drs. Avery Cado and Samantha Abbett were using the craft to identify an unknown anomaly that appeared near Deep Sea Site-72. However, in the middle of the exploration, the SCPB Rinta became the subject of an SCP-5961 event before being ejected upwards. This led to the impact of the anomaly on the coast of Mindanao Island after two hours of levitation, reaching heights of 2.4 kilometres above the ground. Moreover, the SCP-5961-A instance created as a result of this event was not discovered. Since this incident, several SCP-5961 events were recorded worldwide, with its assigned facility being Deep Sea Site-72. The following includes a series of notable incidents caused by SCP-5961: Date Location Event 29/09/1990 Barkly, Australia Foundation satellites located a massive cloud of several substances over the skies of Barkly. Initially believed to be a mass of gases generated by nearby factories, it was revealed that approximately 110.000 fish of different species such as mullet, carp and mackerels composed this mass. Following the downfall of the fish over the territory, several masses were seen falling over the water prior to entering an SCP-5961-A instance. All vessels within the zone were later evacuated to avoid poisoning by pufferfish. Cover Story G.18 ("Tornado") was implanted in nearby municipalities. 30/11/1992 Nova Scotia, Canada After multiple eyewitness reports of whales and rocks falling over the coasts of Nova Scotia, Foundation satellites located a large mass of levitating whales over Nova Scotia's skies. The event had occurred over the Northumberland Strait and lifted multiple species of aquatic birds, insects and vertebrae. The birds within the flock of whales created a sound that alarmed most civilians, although the local population was quickly administered amnestics as the wildlife fell into SCP-5961-A, becoming pufferfish. 20/01/1994 Irkutsk, Russia An SCP-5961 event occurred within Baikal Lake, causing various objects such as fish, rocks, relics and other buried materials to be ejected over the skies. After levitating over the lake for four hours, the mass began falling towards the Earth, injuring a large amount of fauna and flora within the Lake's surroundings as it caused a small forest fire. Cover Story G.32 ("Asteroid") was deployed in the surrounding areas. Due to the thickness of the ice over the lake, no pufferfish were seen nearby. The SCP-5961-A instance was also discovered. 16/07/1995 New Orleans, United States Reports of a nuclear bomb falling over the streets of New Orleans brought up the theory that the United States of America was under attack of North Korean and Russian missiles, even if no emergency warning was issued. However, it was revealed that the falling object was rather an abandoned Russian submarine. Cover Story G.18 ("Tornado") was implanted. Three people were hurt upon impact. 23/05/1997 Cape Town, South Africa While no records of SCP-5961 occurred within the area, a large instance of Canthigaster valentini2 appeared on the beaches of Cape Town, vomiting pufferfish. It was later deemed as the result of a vessel entering an SCP-5961-A instance, and Cover Story G.67 ("Movie Cast") was implanted among the people. 27/11/1998 Mariana Trench, Pacific Ocean See below (Addendum 5691.2: Incident Log) Incident Log Incident Log On November 27th, 1998, a joint investigation led by both the SCP Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition was started in order to research an Ekhi-Class anomaly that was roaming the depths of the Mariana Trench. When the assigned bathyscaphe, the SCP/GOC-B Toi, reached approximately 4.8 kilometres of depth, an SCP-5961 event occurred. As the water began swirling, the nearby environment began submitting itself to the anomaly's effects regardless of status or nature. The SCP/GOC-B Toi was also affected during this period, leading it to be ejected upwards at extremely fast speeds. The water was later revealed to reach space, creating several seaquakes that reached the coasts of the Philippines, China and Japan while not reaching Deep Sea Site-72. The following log depicts the events as recorded by Foundation and GOC agents Carbon and Jerden within the SCP/GOC-B Toi, which also reached the limits of the Thermosphere: [BEGIN LOG] Z-72 Carbon: Wuh? (The agents begin looking onto the chamber's floor as it begins shaking.) S-51 Jerden: Command, command. Do you copy? Command: Roger that, Jerden. Copy. S-51 Jerden: The vessel is shaking, command. Repeat. The vessel is shaking. Command: Wait, what? Z-72 Carbon: It's not shaking; it's spinning! (The agents stumble to the floor as the SCP/GOC-B Toi begins elevating. Z-72 Carbon begins panicking, while S-51 Jerden tries to contact command.) S-51 Jerden: FUCK! Z-72 Carbon: What's happening? S-51 Jerden: Hell if I know! (Z-72 Carbon begins crawling towards her seat, trying to reach her security belt. S-51 Jerden does the same.) Command: Carbon? Jerden? Do you copy? S-51 Jerden: Yeah. What's going on? Are we pulling up, or..? Command: No. There's something g- (The signal cuts.) Z-72 Carbon: Oh shit. (The ship's sonar begins recording Deep Sea Site-72, as Z-72 Carbon reaches for an oxygen mask on the roof of the vessel.) Z-72 Carbon: When the fuck did we put on so much gas? S-51 Jerden: I don't know! (The signal comes back intermittently.) Command: Why is the- [STATIC] -ter pillar o- [STATIC] -trench? S-51 Jerden: What was that? Command: Why is there a water pillar on top of the trench? OH GOD, IT'S COM- (The signal cuts once again.) Z-72 Carbon: Oh god. (The cameras stop recording, although signals can be sent through the agents' microphones.) S-51 Jerden: I can't hear anything outside except water. Z-72 Carbon: I mean, yeah, it's- Z-72 Carbon: Oh, look, camera's broken. (The vessel stops moving, completely suspended mid-air.) S-51 Jerden: Wait. Wh- Z-72 Carbon: Shit, we're in a buoy now. S-51 Jerden: What? What do you mean? (Z-72 Carbon shrugs.) Z-72 Carbon: We're in space. S-51 Jerden: You're saying the fucking vessel is… Z-72 Carbon: Yes. (The vessel begins moving towards the Earth once again.) Z-72 Carbon: The vessel is buoyant. And sometimes, some things in life simply float. (Silence. Carbon looks around the chamber before shrugging.) Z-72 Carbon: Then why not let us emerge? (The microphones cut as the vessel falls.) [END LOG] While the object was recorded reaching 55 kilometres of height, the impact was recorded on the Mariana Trench, causing the second round of seaquakes. All video recordings of the SCP-5961 event taking place were cut out and all information regarding the anomaly was expunged on social media. The aftermath of the event resulted in several consequences, such as 1.259 casualties and 3.467 injured people. As a result, Foundation personnel disseminated along the media the fact that this was, indeed, caused by Cover Story G.54 ("Tsunami/Seaquake"). Due to Deep Sea Site-72's status as an underwater site, the SCP-5961 caused minor damages within the facility. The SCP/GOC-B Toi was reported missing. Instead, reports of a large pufferfish and two small blowfishes were brought up near Deep Sea Site-72. A few minutes prior to the impact, the agents' cameras began recording once again. As the camera became blurry, the anomaly began recording the SCP/GOC-B Toi's transformation into a large pufferfish, as Carbon and Jerden tried to leave the capsule. Instead of being crushed by the hydrostatic pressure, though, both agents became pufferfish. The following are agent Jerden's last words prior to his disappearance: what is going on why is [illegible] a bubble why am i a pufferfish oh blurp beware the buoyancy Footnotes 1. A species of pufferfish distributed along tropical spaces. 2. Approximately 40 meters high. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5961" by AvocadoMilk and Roundabouts, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5961. Licensed under CC-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: Bathyscaphe Trieste Author: Unknown License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5962 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5962 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5962 is to be kept in a Large Containment Cell at Site-18. It is to be cleaned 3 times per week through the use of an automated sprinkler system. All food that it produces are to be collected and incinerated. Description: SCP-5962 is an obese humanoid resembling the McDonald's fast-food mascot known as "Ronald McDonald". It weighs approximately 5 tonnes, and is 4 m in height. The specimen is naked except wearing only yellow gloves, and red shoes. Its head is notably large, having a diameter of 1.3 m. A layer of frying oil covers its skin, which is constantly secreted through its pores. Despite its humanoid appearance, SCP-5962 is genetically identical to cows (Bos taurus). It lacks numerous internal organs, and instead have 27 interconnected stomachs of varying sizes that serve no biological function. SCP-5962 does not respond to any stimuli, and as a result it is not considered sapient. It is dormant for the majority of its time, however, once a day it will be active. SCP-5962 will unhinge its jaw before producing packaged items from the McDonald's menu from out of its mouth. The items appear ordinary but upon closer inspection they comprise entirely of human biological matter (View Addendum 01). Class-D personnel report no difference in taste compared to regularly produced food from McDonald's. They experience no adverse medical effects1. The entity produces around 10,000 kg worth of menu items per day. It is not currently known how SCP-5962 produces such large amounts of food. Genetic analysis of the food are matched with multiple living individuals that report no unusual activity. SCP-5962 was discovered in Beijing, China on 03/23/2005. It was kept within a packaging facility owned by the McDonald's Corporation. Food and frying oil produced by the entity were being collected, and then distributed across McDonald's restaurants within the country. Foundation agents learned of the entity's existence through rumors from the local populace. An interview with the facility manager was conducted, see Addendum 02. Addendum 01: Food Log The following partially details the composition of items produced by SCP-5962. For the complete documentation, see Document-5962-E. Food Items Composition Bacon and french fries Cartilage and ligaments Bread Hair, nails, and skin Coffee Liquified fecal matter Chicken nuggets Fingers, ovaries, and testes Salad Hair and dried nasal mucus Orange juice Stomach acid Smoothies Liquified muscle tissue or brain matter, depending on the flavor Eggs Human fat Ketchup Coagulated blood Mustard Pus Water Saline solution mixed with sweat. Hot dogs and sausages Small intestines Ice-cream Pus, bone marrow, feces, and nasal mucus, depending on the flavor. Addendum 02: Recovery Log Foreword: The following transcript is of the body cam footage of MTF field agents Johnathan Zhang, and George Nagasu. The log has been edited to remove extraneous content. The transcript begins outside of the packaging facility where SCP-5962 was being kept. [BEGIN LOG] COMMAND: Everyone ready? Agent Zhang: Ready. Agent Nagasu: I'm ready, command. Nervous, Zhang? Agent Zhang: Fuck you. I told you I am not afraid of clowns. COMMAND: Bravo Team has entered the east side of the building. Go Alpha Team! Agent Zhang: (Mutters to himself) Here we go again. Operatives exit from transport vehicle and rush into the building. The team enter the packaging area through a pair of doors. Agent Zhang: Beijing police! Everyone get down! Several individuals are apprehended as others attempt to flee the building. Agents Zhang and Nagasu continued through the facility. They come upon a large cage located in the northern side of the facility. Numerous carts are located around it, and SCP-5962 is visible in the cage. It is wearing a collar attached to chains bolted to the floor. A cart is located underneath its head where food items are present. Entity does not acknowledge the presence of the two agents as they approached it. Agent Zhang: What the fuck? Agent Nagasu: So there really is a fat Ronald McDonald here. Just when you think you've seen everything, huh? Agent Zhang: I was hoping for it to be bullshit this time. (To command) Command, we found the, uh, specimen. We are going to need a crane for extraction. It is big. COMMAND: Got it. We will continue to secure the building. Extraction team is on the way. Agent Nagasu: Hey, Zhang. Remember that bet earlier? Agent Zhang: Yeah? Agent Nagasu: Since there is a Ronald after all, you owe me five yen. Agent Zhang: Don't get cocky. You will be getting it later. SCP-5962 moves its head and begins to produce more food from out of its mouth into the cart. Agent Zhang: Is that thing making burgers and fries? Agent Nagasu: Yes. It is. (Picks up a wrapped cheeseburger from off of the floor) You don't think they've been using it for- Agent Zhang: I hope not. That is an image I don't want to have in my head. I have never eaten at McDonald's and it makes me feel sick. Come on, we should go deal with securing the facility first. We will deal with this clown later. It is not going anywhere. Agent Nagasu: Okay. (Drops the cheeseburger) I lost my appetite for a burger after this. Agent Zhang: Seriously? Agent Nagasu: I had a lousy breakfast. [END LOG] Addendum 03: Interview Log Interviewers: Agents Zhang and Nagasu Interviewed: Xiu Chen Foreword: Mr. Chen was the facility manager of where SCP-5962 was being held, and was detained for questioning. The Beijing dialect of Mandarin was originally spoken. [BEGIN LOG] Mr. Chen: This is bullshit! I am running a legitimate business! I do not need this harassment. Agent Zhang: Calm down, Chen. We have questions. The sooner you answer them you are free to go. Mr. Chen: So I am not under arrest? Then let me go right now! Agent Nagasu: Please be patient, Chen. Tell us about Ronald at the facility. What were you doing with it? Mr. Chen: Ronald? Agent Zhang: Yes, the clown. There is only one Ronald I know that would be at a McDonald's facility. Mr. Chen: Oh, he helps us out. Agent Nagasu: How so? Mr. Chen: He gives food and frying oil for us to take. Agent Nagasu: Take where? You're telling me that you sell the food that it makes? Why? Mr. Chen: Of course, dumbass. Why not? By the way, can I get a cigarette? Agent Zhang: No. Anyway, are you aware of what the food is made out of from that thing? Mr. Chen: I know and don't care. Customers never complain about it, and neither do I. I eat a cheeseburger sometimes from it when I need a quick lunch. Agent Nagasu: I think plenty of people would be upset if they knew where the food came from. Mr. Chen: People would get over it. They are perfectly fine with the usual way their food is acquired. You ever been to a slaughterhouse? Ronald is not as bad as that. Agent Zhang: (Sighs) Where did Ronald come from? Mr. Chen: Not sure. I was told it came from a cow farm where it was born. The owner that found it decided to sell it to us. Now it is an unofficial employee of McDonald's. A profitable endeavor for a year. Agent Nagasu: You've gotten it a year ago? Mr. Chen: Around a year but yes. Agent Zhang: Tell us more about the person that sold it. Mr. Chen: Not much to tell you. I never met them. I heard a rumour that this isn't the first weird thing they sold off. Other than that I have nothing. Maybe ask Ronald himself. (Chuckles) Agent Nagasu: Quick question. Why was Ronald in a cage? Is it dangerous in any way? Mr. Chen: That is to prevent theft. He is actually harmless unless you currently work at Burger King. He would shoot a stream of hot coffee like a firehose at those that do. Other than that he pays no attention to anybody. Agent Nagasu: Are you serious? Mr. Chen: Definitely. Why would I make that up? Agent Zhang: I don't see why anyone would want to steal it. Mr. Chen: You never know. Ronald is a money maker as long as people continue to love burgers or fries. Agent Nagasu: True, I suppose. Thank you for cooperating with us so far. We will get back to you later. Agent Nagasu followed by Agent Zhang rise from their chairs. Mr. Chen: Wait. Can we get Ronald back? I do not want to deal with pissed off executives. Agent Zhang: No, we are keeping it with us. Mr. Chen: Shit. Agent Zhang: McDonald's is better off with their usual methods of making food. Mr. Chen: You're sure about that? Have you actually seen it? Agent Zhang: Unfortunately, yes. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Not including the negative health effects from consuming fast food products. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5962" by AsukaOnna, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5962. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5963 | euclid | close Info X Author(s): JakdragonX, KaraKatt Title: SCP-5963 - "Dark Nights at ShowBiz Pizza Place." Other Works: SCP-5343 - "The 'For-You News' App!" A Given Purpose Check out JakdragonX's Personnel File! Check out Kara's Corner of Doom! Item #: SCP-5963 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5963 is contained within a replicated ShowBiz Pizza Place located on the northern periphery of Site-119’s Anomalous Technology Containment Unit (ATCU). Foundation personnel, hereby referred to as "employees," are required to manage and operate this facility between the hours of 11:30 A.M. and 8:00 P.M. Other personnel, hereby referred to as "customers," are requested to periodically attend scheduled special events, occasions, or birthday parties within the new facility. Inspections of SCP-5963-1 are to occur in Arcade Room every Tuesday and Thursday. In the event that any SCP-5963-1 instance is damaged or begins to emit any odor during operating hours, employees are required to repair and clean them as soon as possible. Employees may contact Senior Researcher Devin Collins for documentation, materials, or assistance concerning the regular inspection, cleaning, and maintenance of SCP-5963. One D-Class personnel is granted access to SCP-5963-1 once per monthly basis. This is only to occur after the facility "closes" at 8:00 P.M. in order to minimize potential risks to other personnel. Researchers may continue physical or remote observations of these interactions. Description: SCP-5963 refers to a series of anomalous events that manifested within a currently abandoned ShowBiz Pizza Place1, located in Marionette, Wisconsin. These anomalous events can occur throughout the entirety of the premises; however, these occurences are solely dependent on a series of six arcade units, hereby collectively referred to as SCP-5963-1, that were recovered from the room of the same name.2 Retrieved SCP-5963-1C instance recovered from ShowBiz Pizza Place in 1987. Whenever SCP-5963-1 is in operation, a series of anomalous events can manifest during conventional playtime. These events are dictated by SCP-5963-(A-F). SCP-5963-(A-F) is the collective designation given to six sapient entities that can manifest within any SCP-5963-1 instance. However, only one entity can appear between playthroughs. When active, SCP-5963-(A-F) can perform a series of physical and technical interactions with objects and players despite the limitations of its host SCP-5963-1 instance.3 Recovered documents indicates that all SCP-5963-1 instances were directly purchased in-bulk from Arcadia, which correlates to several graphics of the company logo that appear on the exterior of the arcade units. No other information could be gathered from these sources. Addendum 5963.1 - Discovery: MARIONETTE CHRONICLES Local, Trustworthy, Reliable. June 7th, 1987 PAGE 4 - Outdoor Sports Fest on June 14th 25¢ - NO REFUNDS LOCAL RESTAURANT UNDER SCRUTINY? SHOWBIZ PIZZA PLACE UNDER INVESTIGATION AFTER THE ABDUCTION OF SIX CHILDREN. By Kassidy Kara MARIONETTE, WISCONSIN - ShowBiz Pizza Place has temporarily closed after the abduction of six children: Christopher Holems, Emily Hunt, William Duncan, Harper Reed, Justin Reed, and Mathew Gardiner, all of whom have not been seen since early last month. Eyewitnesses present at the time of these abductions, which occurred roughly between May 1st through May 7th, all recall a strange figure who reportedly led these children to the property of ShowBiz Pizza Place, currently operated by Michael Warren of Marionette County. One anonymous witness stated that they saw a child "completely disappear into thin air." These claims remain unverified due to a malfunctioning security system around the premises and a lack of suspects. "This is a disaster," says Raina Holems, the distraught mother of Christopher Holems. "It feels like he's been erased from the world. It's terrible, I've lost my home, my job, and now my son. I just don't know what to do anymore." Holems was not the only one to vocalize their worries. Pleading for his childrens return Marcus Reed has this to say: “Please, if you have our children, please! Bring them back. If you’re listening, Justin and Harper, we love you. Please, come home.” No traces of these children have been found yet. "We work very hard to maintain the safety and integrity of ShowBiz Pizza Place. To prevent further issues security will be updated and heavily monitored," says Michael Warren, current manager of ShowBiz Pizza Place, shortly after issuing a public statement on the matter (Page 6, "Security and ShowBiz, Warrens Statement"). Local authorities believe that a more thorough investigation of the restaurant may uncover the clues necessary to begin revealing key suspects. Unfortunately, no more information has been provided concerning the missing children. Authorities have reported that current investigations are halted due to unforeseen events. If you have any information on these missing children please contact… Interview Log 5963.1 Interviewed: Michael Warren Interviewer: Dr. Jackson Cohen Foreword: Dr. Cohen has been directed to evaluate and question Manager Michael Warren in order to ascertain enough evidence to validate the Foundation's involvement and the likelihood of anomalous influences surrounding ShowBiz Pizza Place. <Begin Log> Dr. Cohen: (Dr. Cohen walks into the room, taking a seat across from Michael Warren) Evening, Mr. Warren. I'm with the MCPD. I'm sure you know why I'm here? Michael Warren: Of course. Dr. Cohen: All right then. (Cohen pauses, looking down at his clipboard) What is your affiliation with Arcadia? I noticed some of their company logos on a few of your arcade games. Michael Warren: I used to work for them several years ago. The only thing I have left of theirs are those arcade units I purchased from their headquarters in Irving. That was… when was it? Almost 2 or 3 years back? They were for our Arcade room back there. (Michael points past Cohen's right shoulder.) Dr. Cohen: Is that all? I couldn't help but notice that photo up there of you and Nolan Bushnell. (Cohen glances upwards.) Were you two close? Michael Warren: Nolan? Yeah, he and I were close. He hired me a few spots down the corporate ladder at Arcadia, when it first started. (Michael pauses.) It was a weird place. Sometimes, even when I worked for them, we got to see innovation. Other times we were dealing with some, uh, interesting customers. What about him? Dr. Cohen: Are you aware of his current whereabouts? Michael Warren: You mean where he's at now? Not anymore. We got out of touch a few years before I left. I only just talked to him shortly before I started here. Why, is he in trouble or somethin'? Dr. Cohen: Not that I'm aware of. But then again, it's not my job to know. I just ask the questions. (Cohen writes briefly.) Can you tell me what you do know about him? Nolan, I mean. Michael Warren: Nothing you don't probably already know. When I spoke with him, he told me that he knew about Arcadia's situation, when they were suffering from a harsh decline. The company was teetering on the edge of bankruptcy and I think he wanted to help 'em out, so he asked me to start this franchise. Of course, I accepted his offer, only 'cause I was afraid of being put out of a job once they went under. Later he asked if I could purchase some of their units for this place. I guess he was trying to work out some deal between ShowBiz and Arcadia that would help them out with their money situation. Dr. Cohen: I see. So what about those games back there? Michael Warren: Those junk heaps? What about them? Dr. Cohen: They seem like fairly new additions. Can you tell me about them? Michael Warren: They’re just normal games. We've had those since we opened, which didn't happen not too long ago. The opening, that is. Don't think they've ever been played before though. Dr. Cohen: Are all of your machines from Arcadia? Or just those few back there? Michael Warren: Just those ones. Dr. Cohen: (Cohen scribbles on a notepad.) Interesting. And you said they were working well? Michael Warren: Of course. The only hiccup I've had with 'em was when Nadia Patelle tried to clean them all off. She's our in-house employee, in charge of making the place look good. I guess she must've bumped into one a little too hard before we opened. It, uh, caused the screens to go a bit haywire. (He leans back in his chair.) Dr. Cohen: That's not good. (Cohen pauses.) I'll have a few people come in and take those then. For investigation reasons, of course. Michael Warren: (Michael momentarily grimaces before smiling.) I'm not quite sure why you would need them, but feel free. Although, you may have some trouble turning them on. The only place they seem to work at is here. Trust me, I've tried. But if you still need them, I have a few more units I can use as backups until you can safely return 'em. They're quite unique. Dr. Cohen: I see. Well, in that case, we'll have to figure out something else. That's all the questions I had. Thank you again, Mr. Warren. <End Log> Closing Statement: Local authorities currently suspect Michael Warren as a prime perpetrator of the missing children.4 It should be further noted that due to the involvement of Arcadia technologies, the authorization of a recovery operation from the Foundation has been deemed appropriate to minimize the risk of anomalous influence. Addendum 5963.2 - Exploration & Analysis: Event N°: 5963-01 Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1C (Asteroids) Personnel Involved: Dr. Jackson Cohen Synopsis: Dr. Cohen, whilst investigating SCP-5963-1C, discovered that after gaining a score of approximately 2500, smaller asteroids slowly began to align themselves along the center of the screen. Closer inspection of this alignment revealed the message "STOP," which remained visible on-screen for a period lasting up to 2 minutes. Further gameplay revealed the manifestation of a new sprite, closely resembling Dr. Cohen's interactable "ship" and hereby designated as SCP-5963-C, that would continuously collide with objects (or asteroids) near the player. These collisions would end with a brief death animation, followed shortly by the sound of a loud, human-like scream that would last several seconds. Later inspections of SCP-5963-1C revealed that no audio file resembling the aforementioned scream has ever existed. Prior to the experiments termination, Dr. Cohen reported hearing the phrase, "please come back" from SCP-5983-1A. He later stated that he was unsure of what he had heard, and assured personnel that he had likely not heard anything at all. Event N°: 5963-02 Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1B (Missile Command) Personnel Involved: D-199834, Dr. Jackson Cohen Synopsis: Subject D-199834 was directed to interact with SCP-5963-1B for approximately 30 minutes. During this time, Dr. Cohen reported drastic behavioral altercations with some of the animatronic characters that were active within ShowBiz Pizza Place5, which included "several fits of apparent rage" and "random and incoherent chants of a seemingly Satanic background" per his original statement. This behavior abruptly ended after D-199834 stopped interacting with SCP-5963-1B. Active on-screen instance of SCP-5963-B. D-199834 also reported the presence of SCP-5963-B, which manifested as a large pixelated face that covered the majority of SCP-5963-1B's background. Whenever D-199834 successfully destroyed an incoming projectile, SCP-5963-B would begin to weep slowly, distorting its face. This was subsequently amplified until SCP-5963-B's face became entirely indiscernible. Once D-199834 failed at destroying an incoming projectile, however, SCP-5963-B would revert to its initial state before emitting a "laugh" at the subject. This remained until D-199834 was removed from the premises. 3 redundant logs have been removed. Event N°: 5963-06 Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1E (Centipede) Personnel Involved: D-573910, Dr. Ryan Phillips Synopsis: During D-573910's playthrough, Dr. Phillips reported a series of strange malfunctions concerning a series of light fixtures above the vicinity of SCP-5963-1E. Further analysis shows that these fixtures were connected within close proximity to SCP-5963-1E itself. Subject D-573910 was unable to detect SCP-5963-E during its playthrough. However, D-573910 did report a brief loss of control over his playable entity, in which it quickly flashed off the screen. Upon its return, D-573910 reported a drastic increase of difficulty, as well as expressing slight discomfort with the erratic behavior of the hostile non-playable characters (NPCs). The subject later stated to Dr. Phillips that the NPC's were "incredibly realistic, and they all shared the same crying faces." The experiment was later terminated by Dr. Phillips. Event N°: 5963-07 Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1D (Lunar Lander) Personnel Involved: Dr. Ryan Phillips Synopsis: Dr. Phillips reported that, during the first level of SCP-5963-1D, the platform in which the player is supposed to land disappeared entirely, causing him to continuously fall downward. As this occurred, a pop-up window displaying the text "they constantly haunt me" appeared, despite SCP-5893-1D being unable to perform this task prior. The prompt remained on-screen for the duration of Dr. Phillips's playthrough. 4 redundant logs have been removed. Event N°: 5963-12 Anomalous Instance: SCP-5963-1A (Pong) Personnel Involved: Dr. Jackon Cohen, Dr. Ryan Phillips, Sr. Researcher Devin Collins Synopsis: SCP-5963-A manifested as Player 2 after several minutes, gaining control of the right side of the screen. During brief moments, SCP-5963-1A would cease functionality. During this period, SCP-5963-A could be seen moving horizontally towards the left side of the screen. Once SCP-5963-1A became operational, SCP-5963-1 would revert back to its initial state, playing against Player 1 (Dr. Jackson Cohen) as intended. During the playthrough, Dr. Jackson commented on the fluidity and the increasing difficulty of playing against SCP-5963-A. The experiment was later terminated at Dr. Cohen's request. Researcher's Note: The interactions between players and the SCP-5963-(A-F) instances have led me to believe that perhaps their intended purpose was primarily in overcoming the technological difficulties of artificial intelligence during the initial rise of mainstream interactive media. All though it seems that these experiments ultimately failed, it does appear that, in very few circumstances, Arcadia was somewhat successful after all. Why they chose to do this now, and their reason behind using ShowBiz Pizza as a front is still a mystery, however. - Sr. Researcher Devin Collins Addendum 5963.3 - Incident Event: Opening Statement: Sr. Researcher Devin Collins reported that, during an experiment involving SCP-5963-1A (Pong) and one D-Class personnel, an interactable keyboard appeared on-screen. This keyboard was later followed by the message. "who are you. please stop [sic]," which was presumably sent by SCP-5963-A. During this period, Sr. Researcher Collins was successfully able to communicate with the anomaly, with logs of the event added below: Message Sent: WHO ARE YOU Response: we do not remember. forgotten. Message Sent: HOW ARE YOU HERE Response: lied. led away from home. pain. Message Sent: WHO LED YOU Response: a liar. do not trust. Message Sent: EXPLAIN Response: not man. dark. told us it was angel. haunts us. Message Sent: WHAT HAUNTS YOU Response we want to go home. Message Sent: PLEASE RESPOND. WHAT HAUNTS YOU Response: it says we chose this. we do not remember choosing. pain. pain. pain. Message Sent: EXPLAIN Response: it sees us. horns. evil smile. reminds us that we are gone. Message Sent: WHAT IS IT Response: No response recorded. Message Sent: ARE YOU THERE Response: it makes us suffer. it lies behind us. Message Sent: WHAT DO YOU MEAN Response: we just want to go back home. please. no more pain. Message Sent: WHAT PAIN. WHO CAUSED IT Response: you did. Closing Statement: Further communication attempts with SCP-5963-A have failed. After this event, SCP-5963-1A ceased functionality for several hours before rebooting entirely. More research may be required before Foundation personnel can fully analyze and evaluate the information provided by SCP-5963-A. Footnotes 1. American restaurant chain which has since been rebranded as Chuck E. Cheese. 2. SCP-5963 does not appear to exhibit its anomalous attributes outside of licensed ShowBiz Pizza Place locations. Containment procedures have since been updated to accommodate for this. 3. Please refer to Addendum 5963.2 for more information. 4. At the time of writing, Warren's current location and status remains unknown. 5. Namely, "Billy Bob" and "Looney Bird." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5963" by JakdragonX and Karablue9482, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5963. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5965 | keter | close Info X Check out more of my articles on my author page! 2/5965 LEVEL 2/5965 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5965 Keter The White Cliffs of Dover, site of SCP-5965's original demise. Special Containment Procedures: Any individuals with a personal connection to SCP-5965 are to be monitored by Foundation resources for a manifestation of SCP-5965. Upon manifestation, all witnessing parties are to be amnesticised, and the corpse disposed of according to standard biomaterial handling protocol. In an attempt to reduce the occurrence of SCP-5965 manifestations, all close friends and family members of SCP-5965 are to receive grief counselling conducted by covert Foundation operatives. SCP-5965's surviving relatives are to be moved out of the family home they shared. The school where SCP-5965 worked is to be closed down. Description: SCP-5965 is Hayden Morris, a 23 year old nursery assistant from Bristol, England. On 27/12/2013, whilst visiting Dover with friends, Morris fell from the clifftop on the coastline and died upon impact with the rocks below. Since its death, SCP-5965 has manifested, alive, on multiple occasions in the presence of its former acquaintances. The point of manifestation occurs above the acquaintance; if indoors, it will be at the ceiling. SCP-5965 will then fall at significant speed while screaming, and impact an area in close proximity to the acquaintance and resulting in the instance's death. Injuries sustained are inconsistent with those of SCP-5965's original death. The following is an abridged log of SCP-5965 incidents: Date Description 05/01/2014 Incident occurred at the residence of Henry Carter, a friend of SCP-5965 who was not present at the occurrence of its initial death. Carter was home alone, watching television in his living room. SCP-5965 manifested within the room and impacted the area between Carter and the television. Carter phoned law enforcement, evidently distressed, believing that SCP-5965's body had been exhumed and taped to the room's ceiling by an unknown party. Of particular concern for Carter was how long SCP-5965 had been present in the house, and how he had not noticed before it fell. Due to the nature of the details recounted, Foundation personnel were dispatched to investigate. In an attempt to rationalise the manifestation, Carter vocalised a worry that he himself had exhumed the body, and brought it back to his flat after a night of heavy alcohol consumption alone.1 Upon Foundation arrival, all involved parties were amnesticised, and SCP-5965's corpse was disposed of. 17/01/2014 Incident occurred at Saint Helier's Primary School, SCP-5965's former place of work. Instance materialised on the ceiling of classroom 5A, whilst a class SCP-5965 formerly taught was present. Due to the students being too young2 for safe use of amnestics, their recollections of the incident were attributed to a mass psychogenic event, resulting from them being informed of SCP-5965's death and manner of passing. 06/05/2018 Incident occurred at a supermarket where Annalise Morris, SCP-5965's mother, was shopping. Morris went to pick up goods from a chest freezer. SCP-5965 manifested above her, and fell, screaming, into the chest freezer. SCP-5965 stayed alive for several minutes after impact, calling out for his mother. Believing the incident to be a hallucination, Morris attempted to continue shopping, but became overcome with emotion several minutes later. Addendum 5965.1 Addendum 5965.1 Grace Asare, Session 004 Transcript Foreword: As part of investigations into SCP-5965, close acquaintances and family members were offered counselling sessions, which were run by undercover Foundation psychiatrists. Grace Asare, a close friend of SCP-5965 who was present on the cliffs at the time of death, underwent several such sessions with Dr. Theodore Lewis. The below is a transcription of Asare's fourth session.3 Dr. Lewis: Hi Grace, please come in. (Grace Asare walks into Dr. Lewis's office, and takes a seat on the settee. He follows her in, and sits down in a chair, facing her.) Dr. Lewis: How have you been since we last spoke? Asare: Alright. I've been alright. I mean… it's been a few weeks. Life should be getting back to normal, right? And it sort of is. Which I hate. When I told work about what happened, my manager called me up and opened with "I'm not quite sure what to say here, Grace, I've not been in this situation before". Arsehole couldn't resist making it about him. When I went back after the time off, everyone tiptoed around me. Treated me like I was made of glass. I'm glad that's stopped, it wound me up to no end. Now life's the way it was before, except it's not? I'll be going through my day, focusing on what I need to get done and bam. I remember, and it hits me all over again. And it's somehow worse. Right after it was all I could think about, day and night, constantly on my mind. But now, the brief relief that comes from forgetting is cancelled out by the fresh pain that when I see Hay— (Grace chokes.) sorry, see him again. Dr. Lewis: Can you see him in the room now? Asare: What? I — no… it's not like that. I don't physically see him, I see him up here. (Grace taps her head.) It's a mix of things. It's memories — things we did, jokes he told me. It's the photo he used for his apps, that would pop up when I got a message. It's fantasies. Imagining things in the future as if he were still around. Every now and then, the day itself will replay in vivid technicolour and slow motion. I'll go over what happened in my head. Sometimes I'll consider what I could and should have done to stop it. Sometimes I'll just replay the event. Process it. Focus on different things. I've been returning to the sound of it recently, more and more… Dr. Lewis: What about the sound do you return to? Asare: Well… there wasn't any. As he… sorry (she takes a moment to compose herself.) as he went over he… he umm… (she pauses.) he made a gasping noise. And that was it. Until the thud. You'd think someone would scream. Shout or wail. But…nothing. Dr. Lewis: And how does it leave you feeling when you see him? Asare: Umm… well, that's a pretty big question. I'm sad, obviously I'm bloody sad, but by this point I've been sad for so long I feel tired and drained. I'm also confused. I… I had another friend die when I was a teenager. It must be nearly ten years ago now. And that was awful, but it… how do I put this… it made sense? Do you understand what I mean? Dr. Lewis: I think so, would you like to explain further? Asare: It was really sad, but she had been sick for a long time. Longer than I had known her. So that, that made sense. But Hayden… it's so random. It doesn't make sense. And… and I think that's why, despite everything, the main idea, the big emotion I'm feeling, is anger. I'm angry. I'm angry at myself for suggesting the trip to Dover. I'm angry at Melanie for trying to use this situation to get back in contact. I'm angry at my mum for telling me "it'll get better". I'm angry at David for mentioning taking a photo by the edge. I'm angry at my manager. I'm angry at whoever manages those damned cliffs for not putting up fencing. (Grace begins to cry.) But most of all, I'm angry at Hayden. I am so, so angry that he was so fucking stupid to piss about on a cliff top. I'm angry he didn't have any bloody common sense. I'm angry he wasn't more careful. I'm angry he's left me alone. I want to scream at him, I want to punch him and ask why he'd leave me to face everything without him. This wasn't the way things were meant to be. This shouldn't be the end of his story, he had so much potential. This shouldn't be the end of our story. I want to see him again one last time and rage at him, tell him what an idiot he is… but also tell him what he meant to me. And hear his voice. But he's gone. So I don't see how I can. Afterword: To date, neither Asare, nor the other two friends present on the day of SCP-5965's death, have manifested an SCP-5965 incident. Footnotes 1. SCP-5965's original corpse has remained present within its coffin since burial. 2. Between 5 and 6 years of age. 3. All sessions were covertly recorded. Transcripts available on request. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5965" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5965. Licensed under CC-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-5966 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5966 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5966 is stored in a standard humanoid containment chamber located at Site-22 and kept under guard by at least two members of security. To prevent SCP-5966 from experiencing bodily harm, it is provided with fresh painting supplies at the beginning of each week. Description: SCP-5966 is a painter, originally known as "Vedad Gudelj", with a series of anomalous bodily and mental modifications intended to incentivise a mass creation of artwork. The most prominent and noticeable alteration to SCP-5966's body is its mouth, which has been fused shut. Internal analysis has shown that the vocal cords of SCP-5966 have also been removed. Although these alterations by themselves would render SCP-5966 incapable of verbal communication, attempts at interviews and written communication suggest that SCP-5966 is no longer capable of expressing or understanding any form of language at all. Testing also suggests that SCP-5966 no longer requires any form of sustenance or sleep, although it will curl up in the corner of its containment chamber when inactive. SCP-5966 will attempt to create one piece of artwork a week, using whatever materials are available to it, and will work towards this goal without rest. Several seconds after the piece of art is completed, it will completely disappear. Attempts to determine what becomes of these articles via the use of tracking beacons have thus far been unsuccessful. Shortly following the disappearance of the artwork, SCP-5966 will be subject to further bodily alterations, the nature of which are dependent on subjective qualities present within the artwork produced. The specific nature of these properties are not completely certain, but appear to be focused around the appeal of the artwork to a large audience. In cases where these qualities are present, these bodily modifications will be beneficial to SCP-5966, while harmful alterations will result if the artwork does not possess said qualities. These secondary modifications are temporary, and will disappear from SCP-5966's body at the beginning of the next week. SCP-5966 was recovered on 21/01/2019 from its apartment in Detroit, Michigan by authorities after its landlord complained of a foul smell emanating from the residence. Initially, said landlord was intending to evict SCP-5966 following numerous missed rent payments, but discovered SCP-5966 in its current condition upon entering the apartment. After SCP-5966 was taken to a nearby hospital and reports of its bodily alterations began circulating, the Foundation intervened and brought SCP-5966 into containment. Painting Log 5966-1 The following log is a record of paintings produced by SCP-5966, as well as the resulting bodily modifications. Painting Content Result Landscape painting of a tree in a field. SCP-5966's mouth temporarily unfused, allowing it to breathe more comfortably. Portrait of SCP-5966, prior to bodily alterations. SCP-5966 loses the use of its legs. Painting of the Empire State Building. SCP-5966 falls asleep and remains in this state for the remainder of the week. Unclear if this is a positive or negative modification. Painting of a car exploding. A man wearing a trench-coat is walking away from the explosion, smoking a cigar and holding a rocket launcher. A functional mouth and tongue develop in the left hand of SCP-5966. Although it is incapable of fully consuming food, SCP-5966 is capable of using the tongue to taste it. Portrait of SCP-5966, prior to bodily alterations. SCP-5966 clutches its head and rolls around the containment chamber in pain. SCP-5966 spends the remainder of the week hiding in the corner, holding its head. Portrait of SCP-5966, prior to bodily alterations. SCP-5966's eyeballs visibly begin to boil, with smoke billowing out of the sockets. SCP-5966 spends the remainder of the week with its hands covering its eyes. Indistinct portrait, believed to be of SCP-5966 prior to bodily alterations. SCP-5966's mouth becomes unfused and it coughs up a human finger wearing a ring. The owner of this finger is unclear, as SCP-5966 refuses to surrender it to security personnel when prompted and it disappears several minutes later. Painting of three scantily clad women, sitting on and surrounding a red sports car. A tattoo of an unidentified woman's face appears on SCP-5966's left arm. SCP-5966 spends the remainder of the week stroking and observing it. Painting of three scantily clad women, sitting on and surrounding a red sports car. See previous entry. Addendum 5966-1 (Recovered Materials) During a search of SCP-5966's apartment following initial recovery, the following document was found. Content and context suggests it is a simple written contract of employment which was sent to SCP-5966. SCP-5966's signature is present at the bottom of the contract. The following agreement is between Vedad Gudelj, hereafter referred to as the Artist, and their employer, hereafter referred to as the Patron. The Artist hereby pledges to create at least one product of acceptable quality per week, and the Patron hereby pledges to provide proportionate payment for said product. As previously agreed, all proceeds from the product will be split evenly between the Artist and the Patron, with the half provided to the Artist coming in the form of good fortune. The Patron reserves the right to enact demerits or changes to the Artist's circumstances in order to ensure their investment is returned. Employment shall begin immediately following the signing of this contract, and will continue until specifically terminated. The Artist may terminate his employment at any time he chooses through direct verbal or written notice. In order to prevent fraudulent termination of this contract, notice through an intermediary will not be accepted. Westhead Media hopes to enjoy working with you! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5966" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5966. Licensed under CC-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-5967 | keter | close Info X SCP-5967 — What's your favorite idea? by Marceline_Raynes More by Author 94.12% (+128) 5.88% (-8) -% (+0) -% (-0) Special Containment Procedures: Contained instances of SCP-5967 are to remain in Site-83's cryogenic storage room, and monitoring Foundation personnel must wear noise-canceling headphones. Psychological assessments are required for personnel assigned to SCP-5967 twice per week. Testing with SCP-5967 is strictly forbidden. Lyndhurst, New Jersey has been converted into Provisional Site-83, and Foundation agents are to monitor the town for evidence of continued anomalous activity. Salem Steros and Caesar Winters is considered a Person of Interest related to SCP-5967 and is suspected to be involved in the continued creation of SCP-5967 instances across Bergen County. The "Reality Cinq'' radio program is to be treated with standard media suppression tactics, should it begin broadcasting again. The apprehension of Caesar Winters is considered a Rho-Level priority. Salem Steros is currently detained in a reality-sunk containment suite at Site-83, with three Scranton Reality Anchors active at all times. Description: Instances of SCP-5967 refer to five-meter-tall pillars composed of currently unidentified musculature and eyeball-like organs originating in Lyndhurst, New Jersey. There are currently seven contained instances. DNA analysis of SCP-5967 has proven ineffective in identifying the source of its components, although the eyeball-like organs visually resemble those of non-anomalous humans. SCP-5967 is capable of speech, despite lacking vocal organs, and consistently intones phrases indicative of Fifthist ideology. Individuals who are within the auditory range of SCP-5967 without wearing auditory protective gear will be forced to adhere to Fifthist ideologies. Members of a group known as "The Commune", operating out of the local Elks Lodge1, were able to radically influence the Hume levels of Lyndhurst and its surrounding towns over the course of three days, generating substantial amounts of latent reality. SCP-5967 allowed The Commune's leadership figures, Caesar Winters and Salem Steros, to establish and maintain control over the minds of local residents. Affected individuals were susceptible to remote influence by Winters or Steros. Established methods of conceptual manipulation, amnestic treatment, and hypnotherapy have proven ineffective in relinquishing control of the affected subject from either party. The maximum range of influence, if there is one, has yet to be determined. Cassette tapes found in the ruins of the Lyndhurst Police Station Close On December 3rd, 2017, undercover agents embedded in the Lyndhurst police force reported an instance of SCP-5967 manifested in the center of the Lyndhurst Police Station. Containment teams were dispatched in an effort to mitigate civilian injuries and secure the instance. Surviving witnesses were amnesticized, and SCP-5967 was contained. Due to the abrupt cessation of The Reality Cinq's productions, it was hypothesized that Steros and Winters were operating from within the police station using anomalous methods to conceal themselves, their equipment, and even their studio. The following cassette tapes were found during the reconstruction of the police station. Air date: June 3rd, 2018 Winters: Goooooood evening everybody! Welcome back to… Steros: The Reality Cinq, the show where your gorgeous hosts, Salem… Winters: And Caesar- Steros: Talk to you about things that matter! Today we'll be addressing the recent decline in Fifthist activity across America. Winters: Like, what is the deal with that folks? Having a hard time finding the Truth? Don't worry, we've all been there before, but that's no reason to give up! Get on out there and pray to our many-armed goddess. Let Her know that you've got Her back, so She can get yours. Steros: And don't be afraid to get your hands dirty while you're digging deep inside yourself for the Truth. Lord knows we aren't. Winters: In other news, some memelord on Reddit is posting hateful shit once again. We'll find you, BeneficialChemistry5, and when we do you'll wish you joined us when you had the chance. Steros: Ain't that the truth? NON-ANOMALOUS TOPICS REDACTED FOR BREVITY Aire Date: June 18th, 2018 Winters: Good evening and welcome back to our show… Steros: Reality Cinq! Winters: Today we're going to be screwing with the men in shadows. Steros: Those government [bleep]-wipes are gonna get it today! We're doing this for you, the little people, who shouldn't have to live in fear of the Foundation! ( Dial Tone for several seconds. ) Junior Researcher Jones: How did you get this number? This is a secure channel. Identify yourself. Steros: Herman Fuller says what? J.R. Jones: What? ( A laugh track is played. Steros and Winters are laughing as well. ) Winters: Gotcha again, shadow man! J.R. Jones: ( Laughing ) That was funny. Salem: And here I thought none of you guys had a sense of humor. J.R. Jones: Come on, man, you of all people should know better than to judge a book by its cover. Salem: Tell me, Mr. Jones, are you a Fifthist? J.R. Jones: No sir, I can't say I am. Are you? Winters: We are indeed. And we want to save you, and all our listeners, from this place by giving you the Truth! J.R. Jones: The Truth? What's that? Winters: That sweet sweet infinite knowledge that She can bestow upon you. Steros: Amen brother. Winters: She told us about the Truth, and now we share it with you! J.R. Jones: And who is She? ( The pair groan. A "whacking" sound effect is heard. ) Steros: This guy. Winters: You been canoodling with the Sarkics in the abattoir lately? J.R. Jones: What? I- no. I'm not familiar with- Steros: Our guiding light? Our creator? The very thoughts that should be infiltrating your head right now? J.R. Jones: Is that She? The Fifthist concepts… The voices? Winters: That's just the symptoms, Mr. Jones. She is something much more. J.R. Jones: But what if- Steros: There are no "what ifs" when it comes to the Truth, Jones. You're either with us… Winters: Or you're a Beacon. Steros: And that's the truth. Air Date: August 18th, 2018 Winters: We've got lucky caller number 15 on the line here! ( An unknown voice is heard shouting on the line. ) Winters: What's your name, caller 15? Unknown: Wendy Ricefield! Steros: And where are you from, Wendy? Ricefield: Wallington, New Jersey! Steros: Tell me Wendy, are you Fifthist? Ricefield: Of course, Salem! Steros: Do you promise to uphold the Truth against all odds? Ricefield: I do! Oh my god, have I won? Winters: You have, Wendy! Congratulations! Now, you've been listening to the rules of the game, haven't you? Ricefield: Yes sir! My phone's on speaker, and I've got the candles and sigils set up and everything already. I'm ready to learn the Truth! Steros: Excellent. ( There are wet, squelching sounds coming from within the studio. Ricefield is elated at something, as she continues exclaiming positive remarks for the duration of the call. ) Ricefield: Wait, something's not- Winters: Do you trust us, Wendy? Ricefield: I do, just… what the fu- Steros: Woah there, sister! You can't go dropping F-bombs on the radio just because you're excited. Please, let's keep it calm. Ricefield: ( Shaky chuckle ) I just wasn't expecting it to be… this! Winters: God works in mysterious ways, Wendy. ( Splintering sounds are heard from Ricefield's line. She attempts to hang up but is unable, as a loud buzzing sound is heard when she presumably pushes the "end call" button. Ricefield is heard opening a door and screaming for help. There is a crashing noise as Ricefield is dragged back inside of her residence. A barely audible noise similar to growling is heard, as are Ricefield's panicked breathing. ) ( Squelching noises and Ricefield's screams are heard before abruptly stopping. The line terminates. ) Steros: That's the Truth, ladies and gentlemen! Interview with Steros Salem Close File Image of Steros' brain following apprehension On August 23rd, 2018, Salem Steros, as well as several additional members of The Commune were apprehended following the manifestation of an SCP-5967 instance in Wallington, New Jersey. Steros and his followers were discovered holding hands in a circular pattern around SCP-5967. Foundation agents observed the members of the Commune approach the SCP-5967 instance, kneel down and lick SCP-5967 several times before returning to their location within the circle. Steros was taken to Site-83 for questioning, while the other members of The Commune were taken to Site-9, where they were kept in isolation containment cells. At Site-83, Steros frequently complained of headaches and demanded to be examined. His requests were initially denied. Steros, in turn, elected to harm himself by repeatedly running into a wall until he lost consciousness. A medical team was alerted to this behavior and, after treating his wounds, performed an MRI before he regained consciousness, discovering the source of Steros' discomfort. (See image) Junior Researcher Umar Hadid volunteered to interview Steros as he had previous experiences with the latter. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Umar Hadid Interviewed: Salem Steros <Begin Log> J.R. Hadid: Please state your name. Steros: Salem Steros, co-host of The Reality Cinq, and local star. J.R. Hadid: Thank you. Steros: So you're Mr. Jones, from one of our summer shows, right? Sometime in August I think? J.R. Hadid: You're thinking of Researcher Jones, but we aren't here to talk about m- Steros: Nonsense. Look man, I know you, you know me. Why don't you just let me outta here so I can get back out there with Caesar and spread the Truth huh? Isn't saving people what your Foundation is about? J.R. Hadid: I'm still not quite sure who or what She is. ( Steros sighs. He puts his fingers on his temples and rubs them in a circular motion. ) J.R. Hadid: I-I'm sorry. Look, if you could just, explain a bit clearer what you- Steros: Listen here, fuckstick. I'm gonna tell you this once. Once! She is a goddess, one that is actively trying to fuck us. And you an' me? We are not ready for that. No one on Earth is. J.R. Hadid: Why? Steros: Because that's Her thing, Jones. Hadid, whatever the fuck. J.R. Hadid: You and Caesar have been performing anomalous rituals for well over- Steros: Look, if I got up and murdered you to death right now, it was because She willed it. I'm trying to save people, what about you? J.R. Hadid: I, um… I understand. ( Steros scoffs. ) Steros: You think you have any clue what the fuck I'm going through, shadow man? The beacons, like that girl Wendy or whatever the hell, they're like a GPS signal for Her. And if- no, when She gets here and we can't see Her, well, that's just bad news bears for everyone. J.R. Hadid: How would seeing this entity be good for anyone? Steros: Loyalty. I mean, think about it. Who in their right mind would lick a pillar made of meat and bones for fun? J.R. Hadid: I don't think anyone would. B-but how did you figure this out? Steros: Me and Caesar we were just stargazing in the meadowlands after a show one day. Was nice to get away from the city every once and a while and just… take in the view. We did that sometimes, just lay back and chill like we were kids again. Then we heard Her voice for the first time and She told us about the Truth. Said that She wanted to come home, but that the Way was broken so She needed our help. J.R. Hadid: You and Caesar became Fifthists after that? Steros: After we learned the Truth we knew that something had to be done. But you can't make a cake without breaking a few eggs. J.R. Hadid: That's not the- Steros: Would you rather eat a cake or an omelet, shadow man? J.R. Hadid: A cake I guess. ( Steros nods. ) Steros: We'll all be eggs in Her massive cake. But maybe, maybe some of us will get to eat it too. J.R. Hadid: I'd hardly call turning people into meat pillars saving them. Steros: ( Laughing ) I don't expect you to understand. You can't see things like we do. Caesar's doing the lord's work, and you'll never find him. J.R. Hadid: I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you. Steros: Oh? J.R. Hadid: We've received reports of SCP-5967 manifestations in the area. Agents have already been dispatched to stop Caesar. He'll be here within the week. Steros: We'll see. The Pursuit of Caesar Winters Close From February 14th, 2020, to February 16th, 2020, there were eighteen additional manifestations of SCP-5967 across Bergen County, New Jersey. Similar reports from undercover Foundation agents county-wide confirmed that Caesar Winters was responsible for the creation of the instances. MTF Lambda-5 encountered Winters in the meadowlands, a remote field located in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The following footage was pieced together from the participating agents. Begin Footage L5-Alpha: Target in sight, moving in. ( Alpha signals to Beta and Gamma, who form a loose circle surrounding Winters and his group. They are apparently unnoticed, as the group is focused on the SCP-5967 instance. ) Beta: Got Winters in my sights. Gamma: On your orders, Captain. Alpha: Hold your fire. ( Winters begins gesticulating at SCP-5967, forming wide circles with his arms. The ocular organs on SCP-5967 follow the motion of Winters' arms before abruptly snapping in the direction of Alpha. ) Winters: The Lord's work is never easy is it? Alpha: Caesar Winters, stop what you're doing and put your hands on your head. ( Winters chuckles. The other individuals surrounding SCP-5967, presumed members of The Commune, share a monotone, synchronous laugh. ) Winters: Salem was always concerned with doing the right thing. But it's not that simple. Alpha: This is your last chance, Winters. Winters: We lick the beacons. Then eyes grow and fester, wriggling around in our brain meat, flooding us with forbidden insight. Why? Gamma: Ma'am? Winters: Our eyes let us see the Truth, and the Truth is that She doesn't care if we live or die. ( Alpha signals to Delta, who fires a shot into Winters' head. Winters falls instantly. A member of the group begins to violently convulse before bending over and vomiting eyes. A tear forms at the base of their neck. From the wound, the face of Caesar Winters appears. After several seconds, the original head is detached and is replaced by that of Winters. ) Winters: I'm not dying until I am goddamn ready. When She comes and fucks our planet, I'll be behind the camera filming the whole thing. Beta: Ma'am! Alpha: Open fire! ( MTF Lambda-5 fires upon The Commune for fifteen seconds, resulting in the termination of everyone present. Alpha approaches the SCP-5967 instance and prepares to contact the containment team but she stops. ) Alpha: Do you hear that? Beta: I don't hear anything, ma'am. Must be a cognitohazard from SCP-5967. Alpha: No, this isn't… I know what a cognitohazard feels like. This is different. You don't hear that? Gamma: Watch out, we've still got activity! ( The bodies of The Commune begin convulsing before levitating by the necks. Alpha backs away, joined by Beta and Gamma. They have their rifles trained on the floating corpses. ) ( The chest cavity of Winters bulges, as if something were trapped underneath. Moments later it bursts, spraying viscera and eyeballs on all three members of MTF Lambda-5. The other corpses fold in on themselves until they are in the fetal position. Crunching sounds are heard as bones snap from the pressure. Their skin sloughs off, revealing muscle and sinew embedded with eyes that rotate in place sporadically. ) Alpha: I can't. They're still people. Beta & Gamma: Ma'am! ( Alpha shakes her head, cracking her neck several times. She drops her gun and falls to her knees. Beta fires upon the corpses while Gamma approaches Alpha and pulls her away. Alpha resists and breaks free of Gamma's grip. ) Alpha: It's Her. She is lost deep in the cosmos and is angry with us for not helping Her find Her way back. She will kill us all, lest we line our brains and see Her for who She truly is! ( Alpha sprints toward SCP-5967 and licks it. The corpses compress further, resembling tightly formed spheres composed of muscle mass and eyeballs now. Caesar Winters' body levitates into SCP-5967 and melts away. The floating corpses accelerate toward Beta and Gamma at high speed. ) Gamma: Oh fuck! ( Gamma is able to successfully avoid several corpses by rolling. Beta, however, is struck multiple times. Gamma rises to her feet. There is a large crater filled with blood where Beta was previously standing. Gamma aims her gun at the floating corpses. ) Alpha: Don't you dare, soldier. That's an order! Gamma: Ma'am, you've been compromised. The containment team is on their way to extract us, but I am not dying here. Alpha: Come, my friend. Look. ( Gamma looks at Alpha, who has ceased licking SCP-5967. As Alpha turns to face Gamma, her eyes roll into the back of her head. She cocks her head to the side and smiles. The floating corpses levitate into SCP-5967 and disintegrate. ) Alpha: Don't you hear Her voice? She is angry. But I can save you. I can save us. Let me show you. ( Alpha runs at Gamma with arms outstretched. Gamma shouts, but is ignored. Using a nearby rock, Alpha knocks Gamma's helmet off. She holds open Gamma's eyelids and licks her eyeball. Gamma screams. Alpha looks to the sky. ) Alpha: I can see you! I can see everything now! <End Log> The Post-Containment Incident Close Report After failing to apprehend Caesar Winters, a containment team was dispatched following Gamma's call. The team was able to secure SCP-5967, Alpha, and Gamma. Gamma was treated at Site 83's medical ward before being awarded a Silver Lion badge and a two-week vacation. Alpha was psychologically screened upon her return to Site-83. After a two week period without any anomalous activity or hostile thoughts from Alpha, she was cleared for an interview with Junior Researcher Umar Hadid. The following interview has been documented below. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Umar Hadid Interviewed: MTF Lambda-5 Alpha <Begin Log> J.R. Hadid: State your name for the record, Sandy. Alpha: You're supposed to let me say my name first. J.R. Hadid: I'm sorry, I'm still pretty bad at this. ( He laughs ) I don't even know why Chin's cleared me for this interview. Alpha: Casandra Dankofski, and you discovered the anomaly. Seems only fair to me. ( Hadid chuckles, then clears his throat. ) J.R. Hadid: How have you been feeling lately? Alpha: Like I got my fucking mind flayed again, Umar. It hasn't been easy. It's like, there's this voice in the back of my head all the time now, rambling on about the Truth and eyeballs and Fifthism and it's just fucked. J.R. Hadid: Have the amnestics been helping? Alpha: No, they haven't. I still remember everything, including what I did to Sato. Poor girl. Can't even imagine what I'd do if my captain held me down and licked my eyeballs. J.R. Hadid: ( Scratching his neck ) Yeah, neither can I. Alpha: They're not going to let me command again, are they? J.R. Hadid: I've heard talk, but I don't think so Sandy. I'm sorry. Alpha: Figures. ( Alpha begins coughing. ) J.R. Hadid: Are you okay? Alpha: Yeah. Just allergies. Can you um, just turn that off? J.R. Hadid: Turn what off? Overhead speaker: And we've got lucky caller Number 15 on the line again! Alpha: That voice. It's Winters. J.R. Hadid: What are you talking about, Sandy? Alpha: The overhead speaker. Someone's hacked into the system! J.R. Hadid: Uhh… Can we get secur- ( Alpha rises and turns her back to J.R. Hadid. She scratches her head and continues coughing. ) Alpha: No, Umar, we won't, we can't. I, look. We're still in danger, we still- ( Suddenly, Alpha vomits an eyeball into her hands. She turns and looks at J.R. Hadid, who is disturbed. J.R. Hadid attempts to contact medical personnel, but is unable to due to a malfunction in the landline. ) J.R. Hadid: What in the fuck? Alpha: Tell me, Hadid, are you a Fifthist now? Are you ready to see the Truth? ( J.R. Hadid exits the room, sealing it behind him. Alpha attempts to break through the glass but is unable to. ) ( After several failed attempts, Alpha paces in circles in the center of the room. She draws several sigils of unknown origin on the walls and floor. She then proceeds to light a candle through anomalous means. ) J.R. Hadid: Security! Security! Someone fucking help me! Alpha: Here's the Truth, Mr. Hadid. ( There is a bright flash of light from the sigils. An unknown, quadrupedal entity emerges from the floor and attacks Alpha. The entity and Alpha merge once contact is established. Alpha is no longer distinguishable as her body contorts into a mass of flesh, muscle, and eyes. The mass extends upward until it reaches a height of approximately seven meters. ) Footnotes 1. The Benevolent and Protective Order of Elks (BPOE; also often known as the Elks Lodge or simply The Elks) is an American fraternal order founded in 1868, originally as a social club in New York City. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5967" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5967. Licensed under CC-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: Caesar_Winters_Mind Author: Marcelles_Rayne License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki |
SCP-5968 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5968 Special Containment Procedures: The area around SCP-5968 manifestations is to be cleared in a square kilometer zone and a wire fence is to be erected around the premises until the instance dematerializes. Description: SCP-5968 is an extraterrestrial, interdimensional restaurant that manifests within marketplace centers going by the name "Starlite Diner". SCP-5968 begins to manifest with advertisements reading “Have a stellar meal at the Starlight Diner. ████ Starseed way.”, hereby designated as SCP-5968-1. These advertisements originate by growing through the cracks of sidewalks, roads and brick walls and appear to be biological in makeup with the texture of copy paper. Once fully formed SCP-5968 will appear at the address of ████ Starseed Way. The interior of SCP-5968 is painted a washed beige on all walls, with a popcorn ceiling lit by fluorescent lights and a black and white checkered tile floor. Seating in SCP-5968 is provided by red and yellow wooden tables surrounded on their sides with cushion booths. The dimensions of the building change constantly but usually fall between 5m-15m wide and 20m-170m long, with a constant height of 3.5m, SCP-5968 is always a hallway, possessing no kitchen or bathrooms, only a door at the end of the hallway with a plaque reading "Manager" in gold lettering. SCP-5968 is populated with humanoid entities, hereby designated SCP-5968-2, roughly two (2) meters tall with an absence of facial features with the exception of a painted-on smile. These entities are covered in dry, heavily dimpled skin and wear neon yellow jumpsuits that resemble nylon in material. In place of hands SCP-5968-2 instances possess large fleshy clam like appendages that regurgitate ordered items from SCP-5968's menu. SCP-5968's menu items range from regular items to the extraterrestrial and anomalous and change daily; said items do not have prices however tips are happily accepted in the form of solid matter. The menu appears in the reader's native tongue and in Braille for blind customers. Patrons of SCP-5968, hereby designated SCP-5968-3, include a variety of extraterrestrial and extra-dimensional creatures, many able to understand most human languages and none hostile. SCP-5968's menu:12/19/████ Item Name Description Effect Upon Consumption Cuban Sandwich Item made in the stack order from bottom to top of: grilled Cuban bread, roasted pork, Swiss cheese, three (3) dill pickle chips and a dollop of honey mustard. D-33231 felt full. Olokvidashi Flank Item tested near identical in genetic makeup to the Homo denisovan species of early human. The sample is that of an infant Denisovan leg slow-cooked and dressed with Asian black bean sauce. D-33231 reportedly enjoyed the food remarking, “It tastes like chicken”. Solok's Faou Subject served a plate of opaque white gelatinous cubes, weighing in at exactly one (1) kg. After three (3) bites D-33231's hair turned a shade of bright blue and they gained a set of pyrokinetic abilities lasting approximately sixteen (16) minutes, after which D-33231 passed out and woke up speaking an unknown click-based language. Fairy Dust Subject served two (2) grams of a white powder, a direct match for C17H21NO4 or crack cocaine. D-17776 jumped on a diner table, ran up to an SCP-5258-2 instance, kissed the entity on its smile, announced “No time to play, Johnny █████████ is a business boy!”, then fainted. Mango Item was a mango of the Alphonso variety. D-61222 enjoyed the sweet treat. Dynomite Lionfish Subject served a fried lionfish filet glazed in Dynomite sauce. D-61222 remarked on the sweet, filling nature of the filet. Fifteen (15) minutes after consumption D-61222 exploded, causing interior damage to his holding cell. Traces of uranium and plutonium were found post-analysis in D-61222's blood, leading researchers to believe the dish was a prepared instance of the SCP-5632 subspecies of lionfish. Grilled Latabros Breast from Tau Ceti f Subject served a portion of meat in a sirloin cut. The meat is dark blue in color and secretes a black sweat. The sample appeared biological and carbon-based however possessed no DNA. D-001238 described the meat as tasting like mud and pepper and likened its texture to that of a soggy wood block. Upon trying to separate the meat into chunks D-001238 found a ticket with writing in an unknown script similar to ancient Sumerian. D-001238 picked up the ticket and disappeared in a flash of bright yellow light. Select Interaction Logs with SCP-5968-3 Instances + LOG: SCP-5968-3-θ - LOG: SCP-5968-3-θ Instance: SCP-5968-3-θ Description: SCP-5968-3-θ is a ball of heptagons made of solid bars of photons. The being ranges from 0.3 to 1.8 meters in circumference and ingests the pigment food ordered from SCP-5968-2 instances by beaming a ray of light at the item until it appears completely white. Interaction Account: SCP-5968-3-θ appears to recognize speech however only responds by rhythmic fluctuations in its luminosity. D-32320 flashed a flashlight into SCP-5258-θ to get its attention and it responded by fully encompassing the subject's body, upon releasing D-32320, they appeared unharmed however their skin was permanently dyed by a variety of pigments. + LOG: SCP-5968-3-π - LOG: SCP-5968-3-π Instance: SCP-5258-3-π Description: SCP-5968-3-π is a 2.6-meter-tall silicon-based insectoid entity whose body resembles a dung beetle with a thick brow carapace and glowing blue underbelly, terminating in a flat surface missing the head. The flat surface hosts five green eyes surrounding an oral pit full of extendable zinc pillars. SCP-5258-π is believed to be the same species as SCP-1171. Interaction Account: Upon speaking to SCP-5968-3-π the entity responded by extending two of its zinc pillars to D-009914's head (one behind each ear). Then through bone-conduction SCP-5968-π began to speak to D-009914. A written account of the event is recorded in Transcript A. Transcript A Begin Transcript SSCP-5968-3-π: Ooo ooo ah ah. D-009914: “Umm…what?” SCP-5258-3-π: I’m sorry, do you not comprehend, you are an ape are you not. D-009914: “Uh, no man I’m human, I speak English.” SCP-5258-3-π: Very well my name is Vanguard, can I order you something, maybe a dish containing… bananas? D-009914: W-what, I’m good I had the leviathan filet mignon with moon cheese. SCP-5258-3-π: Went over your head. No matter. Why carbon, seems like a regretful choice? Why spend life as a glorified diamond? D-009914: “Excuse me, I really don’t understand.” SCP-5258-3-π: What a waste of sapience. I ask, sulfur or hydrogen? D-009914: “Man, What?” SCP-5258-3-π: Sulfur or Hydrogen? D-009914: D-009914 remains silent. SCP-5258-3-π: Fine I'll choose for you, ape. End Transcript After leaving the premises of SCP-5258 D-009914 went through a series of bodily changes described below in time elapsed since SCP-5258-π interaction: 0:45: D-009914 complains 0f dry and cracking skin. 1:15: D-009914's skin dries to the point of immobility. 1:30: Parts of D-009914's body began crumbling off. 1:50: D-009914 forms a pile of dust. From the dust rises a pale white cloud of gas, the gas forms a humanoid figure with congruent dimensions to D-009914. The humanoid rises through the ceiling; the whereabouts of the gaseous being are unknown at time of publication. + LOG: SCP-5968-3-ω - LOG: SCP-5968-3-ω Instance: SCP-5968-3-ω Description: SCP-5968-3-ω is a race of plant-like entities composed of a dark green thin, spined stalk and a large membrane appearing as a large, lidded eye. The entities locomote via a network of vines extended from beneath the inside of their bottom eyelid, and secure themselves in the same fashion. Interaction Account: These entities do not respond to any stimuli, but do appear to convey their orders to SCP-5968-2 instances through blank stares. Recorded Addendums + Addendum A: Attempt to Tip with Currency - Addendum A: Attempt to Tip with Currency Upon being tipped with $7.53 in pocket change an SCP-5258-2 instance encased D-32789's hand with its clam-like appendage. Once removed D-32789's hand appeared permanently tattooed with a similar tattoo to the smile on instances of SCP-5968-2's faces. + Addendum B: Attempt to Tip with Gold Bullion - Addendum B: Attempt to Tip with Gold Bullion Upon being tipped with eight (8) ounces of gold bullion the waiting instance of SCP-5258-2 sucked the material into its clam-like appendage then after 0:45 seconds elapsed the appendage spat out a key made of said eight (8) ounces of gold, hereby designated SCP-5968-4, that when used on any door with a lock, allows user passage into SCP-5968. + Addendum C: Attempt to Ask for the Manager - Addendum C: Attempt to Ask for the Manager Upon D-30009 asking an instance of SCP-5968-2 to speak with the manager they were handed a 4cm x 6cm card reading "He's dealing with a problem in sales". Further attempts to speak with the manager have yielded the same result. WARNING LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED ALL UNAUTHORIZED VIEWERS WILL BE TERMINATED + PROCEED - REGRESS Addendum C-2: Attempt to Find the Manager Foreword: In response to the perpetual inability of the manager of SCP-5968, agents of the Mobile Task Force Zeta-9, "Mole Rats", 'Echo', 'Tango' and 'Lima' were sent in to force their way into a meeting after entering SCP-5968 using SCP-5968-4. Briefing: The following data was received via live transmission from the body cam of Supervising Agent Tango. =BEGIN TRANSMISSION= Tango's body cam switches on revealing Lima and Echo on her left and right respectively, the interior of SCP-5968 as well as two instances of SCP-5968-3-ω seated across from one another in a booth and one instance of SCP-5968-2 can also be seen. Tango moves forward, brushing past one of the SCP-5968-2 entities and revealing the Manager's door. Tango: "Reporting surroundings: Interior of SCP-5968 appears five meters in widths and fifteen meters in lengths. Four booths, three empty one filled, and the manager's door is visible. Requesting further command." A transmitter clipped to Tango's belt beeps, clicks then sounds "Approach an instance of SCP-5968 and ask to see the manager." Tango: "Lima, adhere to command, ask the instance to see the manager." Lima: "Sure thing T." Lima walks up to the closest instance of SCP-5968-2 and asks to see the manager to which the instance responds "He's dealing with a problem in sales." Tango: "Typical response given. Requesting further commands." The transmitter activates once again, sounding "Data received, proceed with minimal force." Tango: "Alright men on my command we rush the managerial office." Echo: "Got it." Lima: "Roger that cap'n." Tango moves into approaching stance and signals Echo and Lima. Tango: "3-2-1." The agents begin running towards the door and although footsteps can be heard, the manager's door does not come any closer into frame. After stopping in confusion tango turns around to reveal the team has traveled a considerable distance. A voice calls out to the team through newly manifested ceiling intercoms relaying the message "Please be seated, your order will be taken immediately."The team persists for another minute, and eventually more steps of footsteps can be heard. Tango looks over her shoulder revealing the two instances of SCP-5968-2 catching up to them from behind. Tango: "Shit! I think they're trying to stop us." Echo: "You think?!" Lima: "We've gotta find a way to bring the door closer to us! You know, we aren't makin' progress and tweedle dee and dum are high on our tails." Tango: "I might have an idea, hold them back." Lima and Echo disappear out of frame, rustling can be heard as Tango retrieves a grappling hook from her utility belt. Tango tosses the rope and it wraps around the handle of the manager's door. She begins pulling herself closer to the door and it does not pull away, around one meter from the door Tango turns around to see Echo and Lima being forced into a booth by the two instances of SCP-5968-2. Tango's transmitter sounds "Proceed", and she turns around and enters through the door. The camera feed goes white for three seconds before adjusting to reveal an empty white void containing only a wooden desk decorated with several phones from a variety of decades and other unidentifiable devices. At the desk sits a mound of grey, opaque slime covered in tan fedora-style hats. From the mound sprouts sparkling tendrils of dust picking up and answering the phones, speaking in a myriad of voices and languages.{Figure hereby represented as SCP-5968-5} SCP-5968-5: [In the voice of an old english man, a young Scottish woman and Senior Researcher ██████]The Aretha Franklin albums! You fool! You were to procure her soul you incredulous salesman!…Shut your filthy mouth! Just make your quota by the end of the week and I will consider keeping your reputation among the others positive…You had better, or else, do you understand?…Do you?!…I've arranged for your escape from the facility, call me back once you have made another sale.{Due to the script of this conversation a possible recipient has been identified} Upon noticing Tango SCP-5968-5 puts down all of the phones and speaks in a collection of voices. SCP-5968-5: "How dare you interrupt me! Can't you see that I am busy, I have more on my plate than you could possibly comprehend!" A tendril emerges from the membrane of SCP-5968-5 towards Tango, engulfing her body, Tango's body cam video goes dark but audio transmission remained intact. SCP-5968-5: "The agony, the disgust, the horror you bringeth on to me with this futile interruption. You and your little militia should best stop poking around where you do not belong, I am the transacted, I give and I take, I create and destroy, my venture expands throughout the cosmos far beyond a silly diner, I am eternal, I am infinite, I am the Business Man. Now. To deal with you." =END TRANSMISSION= Afterword: Supervising agent Tango is presumed dead, however, after ordering and consuming food, Echo and Lima returned unharmed. Sender: Dr. Brahm Recipient: Dr. Tolsch Subject: MTF Missions into SCP-5968 Dear Dr. Amber Tolsch, Due to the incident regarding the presumed death of Supervising Agent Tango, MTF manned missions to the managerial room of SCP-5968 have been suspended indefinitely. However, due to the recovery of agents Echo and Lima, the interior of SCP-5968 has been deemed safe for entry and the main room entities have been deemed non-hostile, so between you and me why don't we check out SCP-5968-4 from holding, and grab a bite at the Starlite Diner. 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SCP-5969 | euclid | close Info X Created for the 144-Hour Jam Contest Two Image Source: Here Public Domain An instance of SCP-5969 Item #: SCP-5969 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5969 is to be contained in a climate-controlled, blast-resistant containment cell at Site-27. Relative humidity inside the cell is to be maintained between 30-40%, and MUST NOT rise above 50% for any extended period of time. Any personnel entering SCP-5969's containment cell are required to wear a Foundation-issue Level 3 Bomb Protection Suit. As of Incident I-5969-A, all testing of SCP-5969 has been suspended. See Addendum for details. Description: SCP-5969 is a collection of 20 19 Mk 2 hand grenades1 (designated SCP-5969-1 through -19) stored inside a standard World War II-era wooden storage crate. Markings on the crate and each instance of SCP-5969 are consistent with other grenades manufactured during this time. SCP-5969's anomalous effect manifests when the object is exposed to any amount of liquid water, or has been sufficiently exposed to humid air. Once exposed, SCP-5969 will immediately detonate, regardless of if the pin and spoon have been removed prior. The explosion created is equivalent to other standard Mk 2 grenades, however, instead of propelling metal fragmentation, SCP-5969 expels a number2 of seeds that, on contact with a solid surface, instantaneously sprout into a variety of small, flowering plants. Only four plant species have been observed: Aubriet deltoidea, Dianthus caryophyllus, Anemone nemorosa, and Achillea millefolium3. Testing has confirmed that the plants produced in this matter are not anomalous. NOTE: Following Incident I-5969-A, the description of SCP-5969 has been amended. + View Amendment - Return to original description The flowers produced by SCP-5969 (designated SCP-5969-B) display no anomalous properties when sprouting on an inanimate surface. Conversely, if contact is made with the skin of a living individual, SCP-5969-B instances will begin to draw blood from the individual into themselves at a rate of 15 mL/s. SCP-5969-B instances will expand to contain any blood they absorb, and will continue to draw blood until the individual expires via exsanguination, at which point the anomalous properties will cease. Multiple instances of SCP-5969-B attached to a single individual will accelerate this process. If the stem of an SCP-5969-B instance is cut while attached to a living individual, they will continue to bleed through any remaining stem of the SCP-5969-B instance. Discovery: SCP-5969 was discovered on 05/12/1968 during a raid conducted by local law enforcement agents on one Andrew Werther's apartment in Tucson, Arizona, after a tip was called in regarding a potential bomb threat. Upon entering the apartment, Werther was observed dropping a glass of water onto an instance of SCP-5969 on his kitchen table, causing it to explode, killing him and injuring one police officer. A Foundation agent embedded in the Tucson Police Department accompanied the raid team, and was able to contain the scene until MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") could take over. The police raid team were administered amnestics, and Andrew Werther's death was reported as suicide by gunshot. Upon a search of the rest of Werther's apartment, the crate containing the remaining 24 instances of SCP-5969 was discovered. Addendum 1: + Interview Log 5969-1 - Close Interview Log Interviewed: Agent Argyle, Foundation Operative embedded within the Tucson Police Department Interviewer: Dr. Robert Trooper, Lead Researcher, Site-26 Foreword: The following is an excerpt of a debriefing performed on 5/13/1968 following the containment of SCP-5969 <Begin Log> Dr. Trooper: Tell me about Andrew Werther. Subject takes a long drag from a cigarette. Agent Argyle: The kid? Yeah, locals had been trailing him for weeks at that point. Joined up with a bunch of other students looking to do a protest at UA4. And not the usual hippie shit either. Something bigger. Dr. Trooper: They weren't with the SDS5? Agent Argyle: Nah. A small splinter group, thought the SDS wasn't going far enough. They talked a big talk, but up until today, we had no idea what the fuck their plan was. Dr. Trooper: Do you know who might have called in the bomb threat? Agent Argyle: Not a goddamn clue. Even if we had wanted to run a trace, guy sure didn't talk long enough. Just said 'Andrew Werther has a bomb, he's gonna use it at the protest today', and hung up. Subject takes another drag from the cigarette, then leans in close to the microphone. Agent Argyle: And here's the fishy part. Kid was a fuckin' business major! From San Francisco! No fuckin' way he'd know how to make a bomb in less than a day. And it wasn't even a bomb, it was a box of goddamn frags! Kid's dad didn't even serve in World War Two! So where the fuck did he get his hands on a full crate of 'em? Subject leans back and takes another drag. Dr. Trooper clears his throat. Dr. Trooper: Let's skip ahead to when your police team entered Andrew's apartment. Subject lets out a short laugh. Agent Argyle: Oh man, you wanna talk about some hippie shit? Cause that was some next-level hippie shit. Locals bust his door in, kid jumps, dumps the fucking glass of water he's holding onto the goddamn frag he had lyin' on his kitchen table. Then boom! Flowers fuckin' everywhere. The floor, the walls, the fridge, the ceiling. Even the kid. I mean, he's blown to shit, but he's still got flowers all over him, too. Dr. Trooper: And what about the officer who was also reported injured? Agent Argyle: Oh, man, that's how I knew something weird had gone down. I was still out in the hall, couple guys down from the door. We hear the bang, see the guy in the doorway flinch. And we're thinking 'oh shit the kid just offed himself, didn't he?'. Then the guy backs up a bit, turns to us, pale as a damn ghost, and he's got a fucking flower in his fucking vest. We just heard something explode in this apartment, and he's got a flower in his fucking vest. Ah, man, I just about lost it then and there. <End Log> Addendum 2: + Incident Log I-5969-A - Close Incident Log Incident Log I-5969-A Log Date: 10 March 1969 1014 hours Foreword: Incident I-5969-A occurred just prior to test 5969-D, after initial testing was delayed due to inclement weather. Relative humidity readings were approximately 82% at the time of the incident. This log is a transcript of video footage recovered from the camera used to record the test procedure. Site-26 Lead Researcher Dr. Robert Trooper and Researcher Dr. J███ Prescott are present at the time of the incident. <Begin Log> [10:13:08] Dr. Prescott enters the testing area, holding a clipboard and an instance of SCP-5969. She walks to the center of the testing area and places the instance on a steel podium. Dr. Trooper: (Off-screen) Glad the rain stopped when it did. I was just about to suspend testing for the day. [10:13:40] Dr. Prescott is seen fanning herself with the clipboard. Dr. Prescott: I thought the rain was supposed to make it cooler, not make it even more unbearable out here. [10:13:43] Dr. Prescott steps towards the camera. She stops when she is handed a metal stand from off-screen. Dr. Trooper: This shouldn't take too long, thankfully. If you'll finish up in here, I'll get the recording set up. [10:13:47] Dr. Prescott nods and begins to walk back towards the podium. Dr. Trooper steps in front of the camera as she does, obscuring the frame. He can be heard making adjustments to something off-camera [10:14:01] Dr. Trooper steps away from the camera. Dr. Prescott is briefly visible walking toward the left of the frame before being obscured again by Dr. Trooper. [10:14:03] The SCP-5969 instance detonates spontaneously. Flowers are now spread around the testing area. Dr. Trooper visibly flinches. Dr. Prescott's legs are visible from behind Dr. Trooper, prone on the ground. Several flowers are embedded in her legs. [10:14:03-10:14:06] Silence. [10:14:07] The flowers embedded in Dr. Prescott begin to inflate. Dr. Prescott begins screaming. Dr. Trooper: Oh my god. J███! [10:14:08] The camera is knocked over. Recording ends when it impacts the ground. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Dr. J███ Prescott expired approximately two minutes after recording ceased. Cause of death was determined to be exsanguination. Dr. Trooper has been placed on administrative leave pending further investigation. Footnotes 1. Commonly referred to as "Pineapple Grenades" 2. Approximately 50 - 80 3. Aubrieta, Carnation, Windflower, and Yarrow respectively. 4. The University of Arizona 5. Students for a Democratic Society, an anti-war organization ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5969" by Soldier Bob, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5969. Licensed under CC-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: MkII_07.jpg Name: MkII 07 Author: J-L Dubois License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5970 | safe | Item #: SCP-5970 Special Containment Procedures: Containment Unit Alhaya-01 has been constructed to encompass SCP-5970. Its structure is resistant to wind erosion and long-term buildups of particulate matter, with the sole entrance being a single doubly-locked mechanical hatch that requires simultaneous operation by two persons to open. A radio beacon is wired to the locks, set to broadcast on Foundation communication bands if an entrance is detected. No additional equipment is installed within the unit. SCP-5970 is subject to natural concealment protocols. Owing to the conditions of the surrounding landscape, the structure will experience a constant accumulation of sand over the following decades, building to a point where, by 2022, the entire containment unit is expected to be completely buried under a sediment layer. While desert conditions serve as the current deterrent for civilian discovery, the burial will impede any forms of visual observation, reducing the chance of discovery to effectively zero. As of June 2006, all encampments constituting the Alhaya Preliminary Research Outpost have been dismantled. Description: SCP-5970 is a black basalt obelisk (base width of 24m with a height of 40m), located 100km west of Chirfa, Nigeria. The structure was found partially submerged in a sand bank, lying at a 29° angle after having toppled over. Inside is a hollow chamber, measuring 11m x 11m x 30m, with grids of 0.3m x 0.3m x 1.1m square recesses lining the walls. Based on the presence of scuff marks along the outer edges and interior surfaces, these are presumed to have served as storage alcoves. The obelisk and outlying areas (up to an approximate radius of 23m from the structure) are subject to an anomalous preservation effect where organic matter decays at a reduced rate. While this is most noticeable with materials derived from dead organic matter, such as plant and animal life, it extends to living tissue, decreasing the rate at which metabolism is necessary to retain vital function, along with the rates of cell death and growth. This occurs strongest in the chamber. Given complete isolation from the outside environment, it is expected that material could be preserved indefinitely. This effect is physically felt by persons within it, described by them as a tingling, cold air. No thermal abnormalities have been detected. The exterior surfaces of SCP-5970 are engraved in rows of text at centimeter scales. These form a repeating message, rendered in a different language and writing system with each iteration. To date, only 17% of the languages have been identified, these including Bronze Age scripts, modern languages and their dialects, protolanguages, all known historical forms of English, and writing systems which were previously indecipherable. Based on the presence of unknown dialects derived from modern systems, it has been hypothesized that the anomaly includes languages yet to develop, though the Foundation's inability to predict linguistic trends prevents any investigation into the matter. The message reads as follows: FOR YOU, FOREVER. YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. Cultural symbols of knowledge, life, and aid are engraved at the top of the obelisk. Sections of the structure are heavily damaged from events prior to its submersion. Most notably, the entire eastern wall is collapsed, having been breached from the outside at an unknown point in the past. The cause of this is unclear, though the presence of wooden shrapnel in the vicinity, the distribution of debris around the anomaly, and the patterns of faults in its stone suggest the use of an explosive device, rudimentary in nature. Radiocarbon dating was performed on the shrapnel to determine an age for the event, though too little 14C could be detected, failing to provide functional results. Excavations were attempted to uncover any correlated materials, but, after four months of work, none were found. Only one artifact was present within SCP-5970. Placed in an alcove on the southern wall, the object is a parchment scroll bound in three-ply cord and wrapped around a wooden rotulus, constructed from the same wood as the shrapnel. While ink markings can be discerned on the parchment, environmental factors likely experienced before the obelisk's submersion caused the material to heavily corrode, reaching a point where restoration is now impossible. The markings are illegible. At the time of discovery, the obelisk was flooded with sand, having filled as it sunk into the desert. Following an extensive clearing process, the anomaly, with exception of the aforementioned artifact, was found to be entirely empty. No signs of its original contents exist, and no remnants could be located. Given the far past date of the breach, these are presumably lost. No further data on SCP-5970 exists. Until new information emerges, the Foundation Board of Containment Oversight has designated the anomaly a Priority 0 ("Least Concern") focus. The current procedures are to remain in effect indefinitely. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5970" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5970. Licensed under CC-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-5971 | keter | A version of this article that does not use listpages can be found here Item #: SCP-5971 Special Containment Procedures: Suppression of knowledge concerning the anomaly is ongoing, pending approval of mass amnesticization protocol. A cover story is being formulated, to be disseminated in the Central Wisconsin area, of a technologically advanced terrorist threat in order to temporarily misinform the public within SCP-5971's area of effect. Locating the epicenter of the SCP-5971 phenomenon is considered a primary containment objective. Field agents and researchers within SCP-5971 must be able to communicate through American Sign Language, and are to maintain long-distance communication by text to reduce data loss. Foundation Site-608 is currently in the process of engineering a device to maintain a semblance of normalcy within SCP-5971. Description: SCP-5971 is a persisting silence within Sauk County, Wisconsin; acoustic waveforms are suppressed within the area, preventing the transmission of sound. Currently, it is estimated that SCP-5971 not only encompasses all of Reedsburg, Wisconsin, but affects portions of nearby towns. Discovery: SCP-5971 spontaneously occurred at approximately 02:15 AM on October 8th, 2011, reported by Foundation agents embedded in local authorities via secure e-mail to Site-608. Initially, it had been logged as an Extranormal Event, however its longevity has since warranted escalation in importance. Page revision 1/4 from 10/30/2011 Next iteration from 02/14/2012 |
SCP-5972 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5972 Special Containment Procedures: International medical databases are to be monitored in an effort to locate any remaining individuals displaying symptoms indicative of SCP-5972. The algorithmic test carried out on 2016/02/23 has singled out the 4.3% of audio components which remain unaccounted for; individuals demonstrating tics which do not satisfy this criteria are to be eliminated from the investigation. At this stage, it is not expedient for any affected individuals to be placed into Foundation custody directly; however, subjects are to be monitored by personnel embedded in global health services, who have the authorization to detain and transfer an individual should further Foundation research be required. Description: SCP-5972 is a phenomenon first recorded on 2016/01/10. To date, 1,887 affected individuals have been identified across five continents. Symptoms of SCP-5972 manifest as a verbal tic; those affected will emit repetitive, monosyllabic verbalizations at regular intervals, in some cases exceeding the conventional human vocal range. Intervals can be as frequent as two seconds, with the longest interval observed being four minutes and sixteen seconds in length. Amnestic treatment has proven ineffective for reducing symptoms in those affected. SCP-5972 was flagged as potentially anomalous during routine trawling of global data by Foundation pattern recognition algorithms. This showed a marked increase in individuals presenting with tic-like symptoms to health services in several nations, consistent with the trajectory of downed entertainment satellite WCBS-02 (see Addendum-1). In addition, researchers monitoring SCP-4445 recorded an unprecedented M/HRAV Variation of -83.7 that same day, a Variation which lasted forty-seven hours1. Significant fluctuations have persisted ever since. + Addendum-1 - Addendum-1 On the morning of 2016/01/10, a strike by an unidentified object knocked radio satellite WCBS-02 from geostationary orbit above New York City. The rogue WCBS-02 was subsequently destroyed in a collision with a separate satellite. The object responsible for the initial collision is believed to have been following a space-bound trajectory from Earth. + Addendum-2 - Addendum-2 On 2016/02/23, all known individuals under Foundation observation were transported to Provisional Site-83, a defunct baseball stadium near Chicago2. This was an international operation, financed by twenty branches of the Foundation worldwide. Upon arrival of all subjects at Provisional Site-83, a synchronicity between the victims of SCP-5972 became apparent; the verbal tics, when aligned, create a full-length, looping vocal composition of David Bowie’s single “Starman”, including backing instrumentation. Algorithmic comparison to the original recording suggests that up to 95.7% of the sound is identical. Researchers suspect that a significant number of affected individuals have yet to be identified. On 2016/04/03, all remaining subjects had been identified and mass transportation to Provisional Site-83 was once again arranged. A total of 1,972 subjects were present for the test. The result was a complete vocal recreation of "Starman", deemed a 100% match with the original Bowie recording by the same algorithm as used in the first test. After reaching the end of the song, individuals began to experience a gradual reduction, followed by cessation, of SCP-5972 symptoms. The fluctuations in M/HRAV observed since 2016/01/10 also returned to baseline levels upon conclusion of the song. Reclassification to Neutralized is pending. Footnotes 1. Since confirmed to have been caused by the death of musician David Bowie at his Manhattan home on the morning of 2016/01/10. Multiple news reports about Bowie's passing had also been flagged by the algorithm. 2. The large number of subjects exceeded the capacity of most permanent Foundation facilities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5972" by ThisMightBeAuto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5972. Licensed under CC-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-5972 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-5972 Special Containment Procedures: International medical databases are to be monitored in an effort to locate any remaining individuals displaying symptoms indicative of SCP-5972. The algorithmic test carried out on 2016/02/23 has singled out the 4.3% of audio components which remain unaccounted for; individuals demonstrating tics which do not satisfy this criteria are to be eliminated from the investigation. At this stage, it is not expedient for any affected individuals to be placed into Foundation custody directly; however, subjects are to be monitored by personnel embedded in global health services, who have the authorization to detain and transfer an individual should further Foundation research be required. Description: SCP-5972 is a phenomenon first recorded on 2016/01/10. To date, 1,887 affected individuals have been identified across five continents. Symptoms of SCP-5972 manifest as a verbal tic; those affected will emit repetitive, monosyllabic verbalizations at regular intervals, in some cases exceeding the conventional human vocal range. Intervals can be as frequent as two seconds, with the longest interval observed being four minutes and sixteen seconds in length. Amnestic treatment has proven ineffective for reducing symptoms in those affected. SCP-5972 was flagged as potentially anomalous during routine trawling of global data by Foundation pattern recognition algorithms. This showed a marked increase in individuals presenting with tic-like symptoms to health services in several nations, consistent with the trajectory of downed entertainment satellite WCBS-02 (see Addendum-1). In addition, researchers monitoring SCP-4445 recorded an unprecedented M/HRAV Variation of -83.7 that same day, a Variation which lasted forty-seven hours1. Significant fluctuations have persisted ever since. + Addendum-1 - Addendum-1 On the morning of 2016/01/10, a strike by an unidentified object knocked radio satellite WCBS-02 from geostationary orbit above New York City. The rogue WCBS-02 was subsequently destroyed in a collision with a separate satellite. The object responsible for the initial collision is believed to have been following a space-bound trajectory from Earth. + Addendum-2 - Addendum-2 On 2016/02/23, all known individuals under Foundation observation were transported to Provisional Site-83, a defunct baseball stadium near Chicago2. This was an international operation, financed by twenty branches of the Foundation worldwide. Upon arrival of all subjects at Provisional Site-83, a synchronicity between the victims of SCP-5972 became apparent; the verbal tics, when aligned, create a full-length, looping vocal composition of David Bowie’s single “Starman”, including backing instrumentation. Algorithmic comparison to the original recording suggests that up to 95.7% of the sound is identical. Researchers suspect that a significant number of affected individuals have yet to be identified. On 2016/04/03, all remaining subjects had been identified and mass transportation to Provisional Site-83 was once again arranged. A total of 1,972 subjects were present for the test. The result was a complete vocal recreation of "Starman", deemed a 100% match with the original Bowie recording by the same algorithm as used in the first test. After reaching the end of the song, individuals began to experience a gradual reduction, followed by cessation, of SCP-5972 symptoms. The fluctuations in M/HRAV observed since 2016/01/10 also returned to baseline levels upon conclusion of the song. Reclassification to Neutralized is pending. Footnotes 1. Since confirmed to have been caused by the death of musician David Bowie at his Manhattan home on the morning of 2016/01/10. Multiple news reports about Bowie's passing had also been flagged by the algorithm. 2. The large number of subjects exceeded the capacity of most permanent Foundation facilities. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5972" by ThisMightBeAuto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5972. Licensed under CC-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-5973 | safe | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. YOU MAY BE SUBJECT TO CLASS C AMNESTIC TREATMENT IN ACCORDANCE WITH EXECUTIVE ORDER O5-5973-2. Item #: SCP-5973 Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to maintain SCP-5973's exclusion zone during the recovery and clean-up phase. Non-Foundation emergency personnel within this zone are to be supervised; upon leaving, they are to be treated with appropriate amnestics. Update: 05/11/21 Following an emergency consultation with the Ethics Committee, the O5 Council has authorized the termination of any surviving sentient organisms found within the SCP-5973 exclusion zone (Executive Order O5-5973-1). Operatives suspected to have participated in the termination of survivors prior to the issuing of this Order will no longer face disciplinary action. Research Site-33's reactor ring is to be used as a temporary depository for organic remains until a larger storage vessel is acquired. A combined amnestic and misinformation campaign (Executive Order O5-5973-2) is to be enacted with immediate effect. A mandatory Class C amnestics drive, to which all Foundation personnel below the executive levels will be subjected, will be enforced over the coming weeks. We believe this is in the best interests of preserving the Foundation's reputation and its directives to Secure, Contain, and Protect. The presence of such a large exclusion zone makes total prevention of media and public interest impossible; as such, Foundation operatives within the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) are to disseminate the story that an unprecedented seismic event has occurred. Structural and terrain damage in ████████ Township, close to the north-western edge of the exclusion zone. Description: SCP-5973 is the designation for a spatial anomaly that occurred on 05/10/21 at Temporal and Extraspatial Research Site-33 in ██████, Ohio. Personnel had successfully propelled a single hydrogen atom to a speed believed faster-than-light.1 The particle accelerator, an underground structure twenty-seven kilometres in diameter beneath ██████ County, had been in use without fault for three years prior to the SCP-5973 event, though no tests prior to 05/10/21 had achieved an FTL effect. The spatial anomaly occurred several milliseconds after the atom reached FTL speeds; it has been speculated that the atom lapped itself several times before a mechanical fault abruptly reduced its speed, causing it to collide with a previous iteration of itself which was subsequently knocked from its course. The immediate effect of this collision was the duplication of all matter within the accelerator's perimeter (offset from its existing position by approximately 0.6 inches). Severe damage to manmade and organic structures within the 27-kilometre perimeter (including several towns) occurred in seconds. Winds of up to eleven on the Beaufort scale were recorded as far away as Wisconsin in the moments following SCP-5973; the cause of this event was the mass displacement of air. The widespread loss of life caused by SCP-5973 is believed to have been largely instantaneous, with the majority expiring from crush and laceration injuries. The current human toll stands at approximately fourteen thousand.2 Among those who expired were fifty-seven Foundation personnel, following the destruction of Site-33 infrastructure within the radius of the anomaly. As exploration and recovery is ongoing, the final toll is still pending. + Incident Report 05/11/21 - Incident Report 05/11/21 Interviewed: Agent █████ Manston, MTF MTF Alpha-4 Interviewer: Dr Ash Singh, Ethics Committee Foreword: In the immediate aftermath of SCP-5973, eighty two-man response teams were sent into the affected area to assist with reconnaissance and recovery. Personnel had been drafted in from a variety of MTF squads in order to maximise operational capacity (hence the presence of “Pony Express” operatives). <Begin Log> Agent Manston: Look, I don’t want a grilling. I want some Class C. I wanna forget this whole fucking thing, but you’ve had me sitting in here for- Dr Singh: I can’t imagine what you’re going through, █████. How about I just… let you talk. Tell me what you found yesterday, you and Agent Dunnings. I’ll be recording. Agent Manston: Fine, whatever. It was a fucking mess, that’s what it was. We’re Pony Express, for God’s sake. One minute we’re in Dayton, snooping around some USPS office ‘cause a worker thinks she found a “stamp that moved”. Next thing you know we get a call that every agent in the state’s been mobilized, pronto. Something big. They sent a Chinook down to get us, and next thing I know we’re heading into a disaster zone. They had us, me and Dunnings… Christ, it was a middle school, or it used to be. On a Monday morning. I knew it was gonna be bad wherever we dropped, but that… oh, God. What I’ll remember the most, though, or maybe what I, y’know, latched onto instead of all those poor people, it was the silence. Other than the choppers in the distance, it was dead quiet. That’s when we heard the… gunshot. So we went across the yard, across the street, and there was this Wendy’s. Mind you, we weren’t supposed to enter any place we hadn’t been assigned, what with practically everything being “structurally unsound”. But we went over to this Wendy’s where we heard the shot coming from. Just like the school, it was full of… I’m gonna be real, most of those poor bastards you could barely say were “bodies” anymore. Hideously deformed… dismembered. Bits and pieces of people everywhere. Only I went in, at first, went behind the counter. You know, where they cook the food. And this one girl… I think it was a girl… she was bleeding. Not in the same way the others had bled… she’d been shot, right through what was left of her, of her… Dr Singh: It’s okay, █████. Take your time. Agent Manston: Anyway, she was warm. Like she’d been alive a bit longer than the others. Wouldn’t wish it on my own worst enemy, to survive a disaster like that. But that bullet had gone right through, and the way it was flayed, I knew it was Foundation issue. I called Dunnings inside, and you know what he said to me? Straight away, “that’s a mercy kill.” Can’t say either of us blame whoever did it. And in the bathroom, what was left of it, that’s where I found… Agents Parker and Carruth. Pony Express like me and Dunnings. We’re an MTF, but we’re not soldiers, doctor. None of us, let alone them, were prepared for… this. Parker and Carruth, in full tactical gear, slumped in a stall. They’d removed their breathing apparatus, and set off a single can of amnestics. Parker’s gun, I checked, it was still hot. Dr Singh: I’d like to deeply apologise on the behalf of the Foundation, █████. The Ethics Committee are devoted- Agent Manston: My ass you are. You didn’t stop them testing that great big fucking collider or whatever. Who was that "protecting"? It’s an affront, doctor, to everything this Foundation purports to represent. Dr Singh: The administration are hugely embarrassed by this disaster, Agent Manston. Besides, Site-33 had a purpose. We hoped the accelerator would help us better understand the mechanics of space-time anomalies- Agent Manston: We’re done here, doctor. I’ll take the Class C, then get me out of here. <End Log> Closing Statement: Agent Manston’s testimony formed the basis of Executive Orders O5-5973-1 and O5-5973-2. The Ethics Committee and O5 Council came to the joint conclusion that maximum suppression of SCP-5973, and its associated events and aftermath, is the most effective way to preserve the Foundation’s integrity, reputation, and internal morale. + Addendum-1: 05/11/21 - Addendum-1: 05/11/21 Internal memo from the Administrator to O5 Command The Administrator: I’ve just had Senator ████████ on the phone. He’s rather displeased that “FEMA” have not yet given any indication as to the death toll. The exclusion zone is also raising questions – the usual pundits have some colourful theories already. Not that I’m opposed to hundreds of conflicting nutjob conspiracies in the name of misdirection. + Addendum-2: 05/11/21 - Addendum-2: 05/11/21 Exchange between O5-4 and the Administrator O5-4: I’ll take the Committee’s word for it, but the mass-amnesticization of all our own staff is an approach that… well. Administrator: Well? It’s in all our best interests, O5-4. I simply cannot allow for the psychological trauma of our employees to impede future operations or, God forbid, the Veil. Imagine a guilt-ridden whistleblower- O5-4: You’re certain this is the right move? Administrator: I have confidence in our abilities to maintain a public cover-up. On our part, this is what you might call “a colossal fuck-up”. And when it comes to fuck-ups, my preferred course of action is to ensure they never happen again. O5-4: If only we had an Antimemetics Division to cook something up. Else we could be looking at the biggest shambles since Star Signals. Administrator: Star Signals didn’t kill 14,000 people. Unless you want to go after old photographs, phone directories, any kind of physical evidence that remotely suggests these 14,000 ever once existed, there’s too many discrepancies for me to put my total faith in Ennui or a similar protocol just yet. I propose we continue with the Executive Order as-is. O5-4: There’s media chatter about the death toll already. I can arrange some personnel to give statements to the press; that should counteract our lack of, ahem, survivors. Administrator: You have my blessing to proceed. + Addendum-3: 05/12/21 - Addendum-3: 05/12/21 Excerpt from CNN article, 05/12/21 PRESSURE MOUNTS AS OHIO QUAKE DEATH TOLL COULD BE ‘AS HIGH AS 14,000’ By Jason Farley, CNN Updated 1106 EST May 12, 2021 Representatives from across the Midwest have today condemned the Presidential administration for ‘enabling rural decline’ following suggestions that as many as 14,000 could be dead following Tuesday’s earthquake in eastern Ohio. Poor infrastructure and neglected construction codes are among the grievances cited in the joint letter to the White House, whilst heat has been directed at the Federal Emergency Management Agency for maintaining their press exclusion zone. A FEMA source told CNN: ‘What we’re looking at here is a level of devastation that this country has never known. Out of respect for the victims and their families, it's the agency's decision that we will not be allowing media coverage of the damage for the foreseeable future. One thing I can say is this – regarding the death toll, we must be prepared for the worst.’ An anonymous survivor told Columbus news agency WSYX that ‘the ground just started shaking. I’ve heard of little quakes, but I didn’t think one this big could ever happen in Ohio.’ + Addendum-4: 05/12/21 - Addendum-4: 05/12/21 Internal memo from the Administrator to O5 Command Good, keep pointing those fingers at the government. I have ordered what remains of Site-33 be totally razed, and all other evidence of Foundation activities in the region be destroyed. This was a close call, but combined with the effects of Exec. Order 5973-2 I believe we have successfully absolved the Foundation of any involvement in this tragedy. You may now voluntarily subject yourselves to Class C amnestic treatment should you so wish. Footnotes 1. The exact speed is unknown, due to the destruction of recording and computer equipment at Site-33. 2. 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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5974: "The Interactive Fiction" You are looking at a collaborative writing website. There is a story here. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5974 Level3 Secondary Class: conscientia Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo Box for the SCP-5974 instance employed in Experiment 5974-14. Special Containment Procedures: Complete containment of SCP-5974 is likely impossible..After repeated objections by Dr. Y. Leiner (Tactical Theology), the Conscientia containment class has been created to replace the existing Da'aS Elyon class (object is uncontainable and must be made to appear non-anomalous to the general public) for SCP objects not tied to Judaism. News reports and social media content relating to the effects of each instance will be collated and suppressed by webcrawler I/O-NUNTIUM, to be replaced with the fiction that each new instance was created by its user as a form of self-therapy. MTF Kappa-43 ("The Mediators") will seize instances as they are discovered. SCP-5974 instances are stored in High-Yield Data Facility 3 at Site-43. Contact Dr. L. Lillhammer for testing proposals. Testing of this item is postponed indefinitely. Description: SCP-5974 is a computer video game released in 1982. The appearance and composition of each instance varies to suit its user, incorporating traumatic events they have experienced or potential sources of guilt. The following attributes are consistent across all instances: the game's production company (Togenkyo Inc.) and publisher (VKTM Games); the large 1980s-style cardboard box; the presence of a "feelie," an item related to the game's contents, within said box; the game's form, a command line "interactive fiction" text adventure in the mode of Colossal Cave Adventure or the Zork series; a theorized two-way connection between the player's physical health and that of their avatar, with potentially fatal implications; the psychological inability to walk away from the game once it begins, unless its ending is reached. After the user completes the game or is rendered incapable of continuing, the instance is ready to re-imprint. This can only occur once it has been withdrawn from the sight of all individuals for a period not less than one second. Instances of SCP-5974 originally appeared on store shelves wherever computer video games were sold. With the decline of boxed computer games, they now manifest in "bargain bin" collections, online auctions, and even private collections. As with all media associated with GoI-5889, discovering the cause of these manifestations and arresting them has proven impossible. Between 2004 and 2021, fourteen D-class personnel were requisitioned as test subjects against the protests of Memetics and Countermemetics Section Chair Dr. Lillian Lillihammer; Site-43 maintains no D-class pool of its own. Testing was terminated entirely after Incident 5974-14. Addendum 5974-14, Final Experiment Log: The following is a complete transcript of the final experiment carried out using SCP-5974, with related documents appended. Test Log 5974-14-1 Date: 06/27/2021 Presiding: Dr. L. Lillihammer (Chair of Memetics and Countermemetics) Subject: D-24748 Transcript begins. [The subject is seated at a desk which contains one 1982 Commodore 64 personal computer and one sliding drawer. Dr. Lillihammer is seated beside the subject.] Dr. Lillihammer: Please open the drawer, D-24748. [D-24748 does not respond, but does open the drawer. She gasps when confronted with its contents.] D-24748: What the fuck?! Dr. Lillihammer: Can you show me what's inside? [D-24748 reaches into the drawer and removes SCP-5974. It has transformed into a box for Tyrant's Temptation; the box art features the symbol of the Foundation Elimination Coalition, and the tagline appears to be a play on the motto of the Chaos Insurgency.] Dr. Lillihammer: What the fuck?! Transcript ends. The test was immediately aborted, and Dr. Lillihammer accessed D-24748's personnel file. The subject in the chamber was not, in actual fact, D-24748 but instead D-25748, former SCP Foundation researcher Dr. Stephanie Buck. HUMANOID/ANIMAL RESOURCES MANAGEMENT ADMINISTRATION PERSONNEL FILE: D-25748 Name: Buck, Dr. Stephanie Angelica Prior Occupation: Researcher, SCP Foundation; Researcher, Foundation Elimination Coalition Age: 39 Gender: Female Eyes: Blue Hair: Blonde Offence: Mutiny against the SCP Foundation Dr. Stephanie Buck was employed at USMILA Site-19 from 2009 to 2020 as a researcher specializing in humanoid anomalies. She was present when General George Bowe's Foundation Elimination Coalition (consisting of the Chaos Insurgency, Sons of Bowe, Church of the Broken God, and one cult of unknown origin) laid siege to Site-19 and occupied it between September and November, 2020. Buck renounced her loyalty to the Foundation and became a member in good standing of Bowe's administrative team. She was captured by MTF Alpha-9 ("Last Hope") when the Site was retaken, whereupon she claimed that the FEC had utilized hypnosis to ensure her cooperation. This claim was rejected, and the rarely-used demotion to D-class clause was invoked in recognition of her crimes against the Foundation. After amnesticization, she was assigned to SCP-682 as D-25748. D-25748 should have been reassigned to Australia when SCP-682 was transferred to Site-45; for unknown reasons, D-24748 took her place. In recognition of the sensitivity of D-25748's personal experiences, which would undoubtedly interact with SCP-5974, Dr. Lillihammer intended to discontinue the test. The Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority vetoed this decision, however, as the potential for learning more about the circumstances of Bowe's occupation of Site-19 was considered too great. The test resumed the following day. Test Log 5974-14-2 Date: 06/28/2021 Presiding: Dr. L. Lillihammer (Chair of Memetics and Countermemetics) Subject: D-25748 Transcript begins. Dr. Lillihammer: Let's try this again. Open the drawer. [D-25748 complies, again revealing Tyrant's Temptation. She emits sounds of distress.] Dr. Lillihammer: Do you recognize the symbol? D-25748: No. I don't know. I don't think so? Dr. Lillihammer: You reacted quite strongly to seeing it the first time. D-25748: It's familiar somehow. I haven't seen anything familiar since you took my memories away. It startled me. Dr. Lillihammer: Very well. Open the box. [D-25748 complies, withdrawing a 5.25 inch floppy disk and a duplicate of her researcher ID card from Site-19. She emits further sounds of distress, and drops both objects.] D-25748: Oh god. Fuck. Dr. Lillihammer: Put the disk in, please. [D-25748 complies.] D-25748: Only one file. You want me to run it? Dr. Lillihammer: Yes. [D-25748 complies.] TYRANT'S TEMPTATION Copyright (c) 2020 Togenkyo/VKTM Games. All rights reserved. "Foundation Elimination Coalition" is a registered trademark of the Chaos Insurgency. OPERATIONS CONTROL You are standing in the beating heart of Site-19, and your own heart is beating rapidly. Technicians bustle all around you, working at the complex tasks which keep the SCP Foundation's single largest facility functioning. You don't really see them. Your attention is instead fixed on the face of General George Bowe, leader of the Foundation Elimination Coalition, towering over you on the main viewscreen. You can feel the power radiating from his steel blue eyes, and you are enthralled. Director Moose is here. There is a computer terminal here. » D-25748: What is this? Dr. Lillihammer: You don't remember? D-25748: Not even a little, no. But I've played Leisure Suit Larry, so… I guess I just type stuff, and see what happens? Yeah? Dr. Lillihammer: Go for it. »examine technicians The technicians don't matter. »why The word "why" is not in my vocabulary. General Bowe is speaking. His voice is somewhere between Harrison Ford's insolent drawl and Benedict Cumberbatch's baritone, and you are left bereft every time the sound stops. "In the next thirty minutes, any personnel who surrender themselves to our Coalition will not be harmed." »examine moose When there's a perfectly good General Bowe to examine? As if. » D-25748: I don't want to examine General Bowe. Dr. Lillihammer: Okay. Can you tell me why? D-25748: I don't… no. I don't know. »examine bowe What you see, you like. "Your thirty minute grace period starts now," Bowe declares. "Good luck." The transmission fizzles out. Director Moose glances around the room. "I don't think I need to tell you that his offer is off the table." She sees you staring at her, and nods. "Alpha-9 will be here soon. We just need to hold the fort until then." » D-25748: I don't really get these prompts. Like, what am I supposed to do? Dr. Lillihammer: Whatever comes naturally, I suppose. D-25748: Naturally? In this situation? Dr. Lillihammer: Well… trying checking the terminal. »check terminal A message is displayed. "Greetings! If you're reading this, you're one of many downtrodden and unappreciated Foundation employees chafing under the yoke of hypersensitive oppressors. Are you tired of having your good ideas quashed by other people's overblown ethical concerns? Does considering the consequences of your actions make you sick? Then join the Foundation Elimination Coalition, and find yourself in a personal relationship with the inestimable General George Bowe today!" Butterflies stir in your stomach as you read the words 'relationship' and 'Bowe' in such close proximity. » Dr. Lillihammer: You alright? D-25748: Stomach cramp. »talk to moose You clear your throat. "It's a fair offer." Everyone in the room turns to look at you. Moose raises an eyebrow. "Yes, as offers to commit treason go, it's very fair. Can someone give me an exterior view?" The screen flashes back to life, and the environs of Site-19 are depicted in vivid colour. The distant treeline is blocked by dozens of vast mechanical monstrosities, some of them recognizable as tanks or personnel carriers, some of them looking like pure science fiction. More soldiers than you've ever seen in your life are arrayed in front of them, wearing snazzy black uniforms with red arm bands. You like the uniforms, but you're still remembering General George's baby blues. A trickle of researchers and agents are walking out of the Site toward the FEC ranks. You doubt it's more than a hundred people, the merest fraction of the Site's employee pool. »talk to moose You try again. "Look, I'm not saying we have to like it, but the man has three armies at our doorstep. We might as well let him in, and sort it all out later. There's no point denying it." You certainly can't deny the feeling in your loins. Moose narrows her eyes. » [D-25748 is squirming in her seat.] Dr. Lillihammer: I repeat: you alright? D-25748: This… I've had enough of this. »quit "Consider this my resignation," you say. All the way to the door, you're expecting rough hands to seize you or a shot between your shoulder blades. Nothing happens; nothing happens at all until you're standing on the field of battle, looking down the barrel of a Broken God gearrender and shaking George Bowe's hand. It's rough and calloused, the hand of a man who gets things done. You're already thinking of all the things you'd like to do with him. … BOWE'S OFFICE This used to be Moose's office, but that doesn't matter anymore. Minus the badly damaged door, you'd never know anyone had ever used it; no frills, no personal effects, barely any furniture. A desk, two chairs, and a computer terminal. A hideous statue of an organ grinder's monkey sits on the desk. General Bowe is here. »examine statue It continues to be hideous. You know what continues to NOT be hideous? General Bowe. »examine terminal You never did care about your work. Why would you care about someone else's? »leave There are many rooms in Site-19, but only one contains General George Bowe. You couldn't leave if you wanted to. Which you don't. »talk to bowe You think you'd rather examine him. In the flesh, the general is the finest specimen of manhood you've ever clapped ardent eyes upon. He's a mass of taut muscle and finely-graven features, a monument to the concept of low-simmering manhood. Your heart beats faster, and you wonder what passions enflame his. You are overcome with the need to know. » D-25748: [incoherent] Dr. Lillihammer: Pardon? D-25748: Nothing. »talk to bowe He starts talking before you get the chance. "I always knew Moose was the wrong person for the job. You know where they found her? The Wanderers' Library! That should have disqualified her from directorship." You know it's true. You're thrilled to be in such perfect accord with someone. »ask about Moose You don't even have to ask. He keeps going. "Did you see how many researchers and agents stuck by her? Practically none! All I had to do was show up, announce myself, and reap the rewards. It's probably the biggest upset in military history, with practically zero casualties." You nod to yourself. That's not what you saw on the monitors, or outside, but Moose was probably tampering with the feed — and maybe your vision. He's saying it, so it must be true. » D-25748: It's like I'm being led by the nose. Dr. Lillihammer: I hope it's not another lame duck commentary on the linearity of media. I fucking hate those. »ask about defectors "What about the ones who escaped? Why didn't they want to stay here with you?" You honestly wonder at their sanity. It's impossible to imagine a reason to leave… other than the warmth in the air. You're getting quite hot under the collar. He snorts. "They were hypnotized. Any number of SCPs could have done it. Those people wanted to be on the ramparts with us, and Moose stole that grand opportunity from them." This makes perfect sense. You nod eagerly. »ask about FCE The word "FCE" isn't in my vocabulary. »ask about FEC He smiles warmly at you, and you bask in it despite the existing flush in your cheeks. "We're going to restore the Foundation's former greatness. The men of conscience who formed the Chaos Insurgency had the right idea; they took a moral stand, and they're taking it still. Do you know, the Council removed their names from the walls of honour? They've torn down monuments to the brave warriors of the Red Right Hand. Shameful! The insurgents were the true patriots." He pauses. You feel you could interrupt, if you wanted to. »interrupt You don't have a problem with what he's been saying. He reaches across the desk. "I want you to look deep down inside yourself, doctor, and ask yourself one question. Are you with me?" »examine me You are Dr. Stephanie Buck, proud member of the Foundation Elimination Coalition and rising star of General Bowe's inner circle. You're getting on in years, but you think you still cut a fine figure. You notice the general eyeing you, and undo the top button of your work shirt with a smile. He's still waiting. » D-25748: Is this… are these my…? Dr. Lillihammer: It's drawing on your past, but there's bound to be some deviation. These games are always trying to make a point. D-25748: So, it's exaggerating things? Embellishing? Dr. Lillihammer: No way to know. D-25748: There's no way you can find out? Dr. Lillihammer: No. Why? D-25748: Just, just wondering. »wait You don't hesitate. You seize the moment, and his hand. The touch is electric. »look You're being led across the Site by General George Bowe. There's nothing worth looking at but him. You don't even realize where you are until he presses you into a seat. … CONFERENCE ROOM This is your least-favourite room in Site-19. This is the room where people you don't care about talk about things you also, not coincidentally, do not care about. Its contours barely register. General Bowe is here. Prophet Bumaro is here. Dr. Malloy is here. Security Chief Starek is here. Highest Priest Yttoric is here. » D-25748: Do I know these people? Dr. Lillihammer: Do you? D-25748: Hmm. examine bumaro »He isn't your type. The General has just finished explaining his plan to his lieutenants, and has moved on to the summary. "All of Site-19's containment inventory, applied offensively around the world," he says. "Enough to keep them on their toes indefinitely, if we play our cards right. What do you think?" You think it's the best thing since sliced bread. »examine malloy Who? Bumaro is the first to speak, since you've chosen to stay silent. "There are followers of Mekhane spread throughout the known and unknown worlds. I might be inclined to call them to action, assuming some of the Sites you're attacking contain holy relics." Bowe nods. "What do you think about that, Stephanie? Should we abuse the religious angle?" He grins, and his perfect teeth glint in the fluorescent light. "All hail the Broken God, vote for me!" » Dr. Lillihammer: Can't believe he'd actually say that in front of Bumaro. [D-25748 remains silent.] Dr. Lillihammer: Something wrong? D-25748: …I think I remember some of this? Dr. Lillihammer: Keep me updated. There might be mnestic effects. D-25748: Right. Dr. Lillihammer: …please tell me you didn't understand that word. D-25748: Hate to disappoint you, but. Dr. Lillihammer: Christ. »examine starek A tough customer, but still not chiselled enough to make you want to nibble on his aftershave the way Bowe does. You're too enraptured by the way Bowe's blue eyes sparkle to bother answering his question. He doesn't seem concerned. "Silence is compliance. What about you, Yttoric? Any suggestions?" Yttoric nods. "Ever since they lost 19, the Foundation has been using anomalous comms. My priests think they can piggyback on the thaumic carrier waves handling Site-to-Site, maybe even get you a backdoor into SCiPNET. If it works, I say we flood the thing with Boweist propaganda. Twist the narrative, claim we're liberators. The evil Foundation doesn't care about you, but we do! They're making you bleed for the weak and the sick, but we have a better way! Everything you've heard about us is a lie, blah blah blah. They'll want to believe it, so they will." Bowe looks pleased. "I like the psychological angle, and I especially like the part about lying. What do you say, Stephanie? Shall we stretch the truth a little? Or a lot?" »examine yttoric He's buff, but offputtingly smug. Doesn't trigger your hypermasculinity fetish half as well as the big guy does. Since you don't care — you've never cared about anything before, and now you only care about Bowe — the general gives the Highest Priest a nod. "Get us in there, John. I'll have some pointed messages for the good folks at Site-01 if you do." He spreads his arms wide. "Alright, everyone. Questions? » D-25748: I have one. Dr. Lillihammer: Yeah? D-25748: Does the test end if I say I'm definitely getting flashbacks now? Dr. Lillihammer: No, but I'll have to monitor you more closely. You remember this scene? D-25748: Sort of? I don't think it was so heavy-handed, and… I don't remember the… Bowe stuff. Dr. Lillihammer: The Bowe stuff? D-25748: The… with me, and the… never mind. »ask about something You'd never presume to question the general. Dr. Malloy is not so cautious. "What's your end goal, sir? What are you hoping to gain from all this?" "A spot on the Council, obviously, and the complete transformation of the Foundation." Bowe winks at you, and you're momentarily out of breath. "Into something we can all live with." "And what makes you fit for that position?" The general's eyes widen. "My record is not in question." "I mean, yes it is? I am literally asking you a question about your record. Specifically: where is it? What great victories did you achieve?" Bowe looks to you, as if deferring. He seems amused. » D-25748: Fuck am I supposed to say? This text parser isn't complex enough to handle conversation. »wait Merriment dances in the general's eyes as he notes your sense of prudence. "I mean, he's a general." Security Chief Starek has spoken up. "That already qualifies him for leadership." Do you agree? Is a general a sensible choice for running a scientific organization? »no You must supply a verb. »disagree The word "disagree" is not in your vocabulary. Starek is warming to his subject. "I mean, the guy's a proven winner already. Who prompted them to start Omega-7? Bowe! And that was an unqualified success. Why wouldn't they want him backing Alpha-9?" You know for a fact that Omega-7 was a debacle. » Dr. Lillihammer: Do you remember Omega-7, or Alpha-9? D-25748: No. Dr. Lillihammer: Are you lying to me? D-25748: No. »argue with starek You debate the man in your mind. Of course, it wasn't really Bowe's fault. Sure, he demanded more and more use of anomalies in the field, but he had no way to know that those anomalies were unstable. You decide it's not worth saying anything aloud. Malloy seems unconvinced. "What plans for actual change do you have, sir?" Bowe claps his hands together, and stands up. He reaches for a binder on the table. "First off, I have a list of things I never want to hear anyone talk about ever again." He plucks a single sheet of paper out of the binder; it's pretty cheap stock, so you can tell that it's actually blank. "Pataphysics. Pattern screamers. Department of Abnormalities. Fifthism. Department of Miscommunications. Pangloss. Shark Punching Centre. Commission on Unusual Cargo. Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. Oneiroi. Obearwatch." "Those are all real things," Malloy responds. "We can't just ignore them." He's right, of course. You could say so. »say he's right "The general is right," you say. "We're not here to talk about edge cases and feel-good nonsense. We need to get back to basics." Bowe nods at you, and the affirmation hits you like an aphrodisiac. Malloy's voice is a low grumble now. "What about the stuff we ARE still allowed to research? Any guidelines there?" "Of course." Bowe crumples up the sheet and drops it on the floor. "We're going to do Omega-7 again, only not just a little bit. I want as many anomaly use proposals on my desk as it will physically hold! Of course, I've got more than a few ideas of my own. First off: telekill. Sheathe every single object with even the slightest amount of telepathic ability in the stuff. I don't know why we aren't doing that already." You know. You wrote a paper on it. It's actually somewhere in your… there! It's in your hand. »present paper You hand the paper to Malloy, who glances at it very briefly before nodding. "Ah, the reason is that telekill slowly turns everyone who handles it into a vegetable, and it also grows in mass proportionate to the mass it nullifies. It's dangerous and unsustainable, so we can't use it." "Bleeding-heart nonsense," you mutter. Malloy shoots you a look of pure betrayal; Bowe chuckles to himself, and stops looking at Malloy. He's looking at you, now. You never want him to stop, and you rack your brain for new topics of conversation. You've been studying a phenomenon called the "Impasse" by the Serpent's Hand, a gradual decline in the strength of the anomalous world which is significantly worsened by the process of containment. Bowe's proposal will definitely exacerbate that. Do you mention the Impasse? » D-25748: This isn't me. Dr. Lillihammer: Sorry? D-25748: This isn't me. I'm not like this. »mention impasse "Since this is going to come up," you say, "it's been theorized that too much containment might actually lower the ambient anomalous energy on Earth, damaging esoteric ecosystems across the board." "Yes," says Malloy. He looks hopefully at you. "My department has been doing a lot of w—" "In my opinion," you continue, "the O5s wouldn't have let it keep happening if it were true, so it's probably not." Malloy stares daggers at you as Bowe smiles widely. "And maybe humanity would be better off if all the anomalies did die, right? Anyone ever think of that?" »say "am i actually allowed to talk?" You burble something unintelligible under your breath. "Actually, sir, there's one more thing?" Malloy looks thoroughly miserable. "Some of the researchers who left were doing very important work. We prevent, on average, one potentially world-ending event every year at Site-19. I'd like permission to continue those projects." Bowe laughs, and points at Yttoric. "Don't tell that guy! His cult WANTS to end the world!" Yttoric puts both hands up in a 'guilty!' gesture, smiling wide. Bowe walks around the table, and stands behind your chair. "I'll leave the rest of the battle planning to you gentlemen; settle the gory details and get back to me." He extends his hand to you. "Stephanie and I have dinner plans." The anticipation is almost too much for you. » D-25748: I feel sick. Dr. Lillihammer: Is that a euphemism for— D-25748: No. Just sick. »take bowe's hand He leads you to his quarters. You can feel the blood pumping through his powerful veins, and for a moment you imagine him crushing your hand like a small bird. It thrills you to your core. … BOWE'S QUARTERS You're having trouble focusing on your surroundings at this point, but that's fine because Bowe doesn't go in for excessive decoration — except on his chest, which would be criminal not to call attention to. These used to be Director Moose's rooms but now they, like you, belong to him. You like it better that way. It's simpler. You are sitting at a small dining table. There is food here, but you don't care. There is drink here, but you don't care. General Bowe is here. »eat You couldn't possibly. You're staring at his jutting chin, his close shave, his tailored uniform. You're imagining it looming up above as he goes in for the kill, and you know you'll need him to keep it on when you make love tonight. You want to see his shiny stars, his multitude of medals, hanging over you as he seizes his prize. » Dr. Lillihammer: You think they're trying to make a point? [D-25748 does not respond.] »fight bowe There's no fighting what he does to you. "I can't fathom how they let it get this bad." He places a forkful of something char-black into his mouth, and you realize it's well-done steak. He's still chewing when he continues, and that simple act of cave-dwelling masculinity really lights your fire. "Frivolities. Voluntary access to SCP-113! An ETHICS COMMITTEE, if you can believe it. Internal tribunals! NEXUSES." He drops his fork angrily. "Nexuses! I spent my whole career trying to make the world more like us, and here the Foundation was trying to let the weirdos stay weird. Disgusting." » Dr. Lillihammer: "Fight Bowe"? [D-25748 does not respond.] »ignore bowe He glances at your plate. "You're not eating, so I assume you'd rather talk. Tell me why you crossed over, Stephanie." You're torn between needing him to tear your clothes to shreds and force himself upon you, and needing him to validate you. Which will it be? »whatever The word "whatever" is not in my vocabulary. You tell him the truth. You tell him you've never been happy working on your own initiative, and you need a strong male force in your life to take control. You tell him you've always wished someone else would take the responsibility for your actions off your shoulders. He chews on it thoughtfully. » D-25748: That's not true. Dr. Lillihammer: No? D-25748: No. None of this is true. This isn't what happened. Can I see my personnel file? Dr. Lillihammer: Sure, I'll go get it. D-25748: Really? Dr. Lillihammer: No! Of course you can't see your personnel file. »kill bowe (with kindness) You shift tack, and a stream of complimentary noise exits your mouth without a single identifiable thought driving it. General Bowe is the best general in the world. His plan to round up the fae and put them in camps is sheer brilliance. His other plan, to tear down the thirty-foot blockade wall the Foundation has erected around Site-19, is flawless and guaranteed to succeed. He's done more in a few weeks than Director Moose— "Moose!" He stabs the air with his empty fork, nearly spitting masticated meat out of his mouth. "That stupid bitch. You saw how she tried to placate you with vague promises, scare you with empty threats, but you joined me! Virtually everyone did. Not even the Chaos Insurgency split supplied so many willing warriors to the cause!" You're still not sure where he's getting that from. Should you review the facts? »give up He's a general, he can count ranks as well as anyone. Go with your gut. Trust the man. He carries on. "A reality bender! In the Director's chair! It's disgusting, frankly. I hate reality benders." Are you comfortable with this statement? »what ever Can I buy a verb? You sidestep the issue. "I think Moose is a thaumaturge?" He rolls his eyes. "Same difference." He devours the last shred of steak; you still haven't so much as poked at your own. "You've heard what they get up to, with their grimoires and their covens. Everyone knows that 110-Montauk is really the Council's secret sex cult." He suddenly looks lecherous, and you're one hundred percent here for it. "Then again, on that note… when our work is done, you and I are going someplace special. There's a lovely suite in Alagadda I'm just dying to show you; they don't ask questions in the Nevermeant, and MC&D can hook us up." »wait That trip to Alagadda is the only thing you want, now, and you're going to live for it until it happens. You tell him as much. He smiles hungrily at you, even though he's just put away a solid chunk of cow. "We've got a ways to go before that happens, of course. What if the rest of the Foundation doesn't fall in line? What if we push them as hard as we can, and they still resist? What then?" »go to hell You commit yourself to this infernal course of action. You tell him about the encrypted backdoor to the on-Site nuclear warheads. You tell him about the O5 Council's secret countermeasures for taking down a potential mutiny, and how to access them. You tell him everything, and he listens; you want to give him everything you have, and you want him to want to take it. He stands up from the table, and extends his hand. "I would like to show you something, Stephanie. Will you come with me?" » [D-25748 pounds the desk with her fist.] D-25748: I did not. I did NOT. I FUCKING DID NOT! »kill bowe You take his hand, and he takes you. … ACCESS CORRIDOR Agent Oana Lungu stops you in the hall. "Do you have a moment, doctor? I need to talk to someone." » D-25748: I didn't have sex with Bowe. I know I didn't. Dr. Lillihammer: I mean… D-25748: I didn't… I didn't turn FEC because he looked good in tight pants, for fuck's sake. I can't have. That can't be it. »examine lungu Lungu has a sad face. It's always irritated you. Her voice irritates you more. Lungu waits for a reply that never arrives, and looks even sadder than usual when she asks: "Has General Bowe ever… said anything inappropriate to you?" She's speaking very quietly. »say yes Say "yes" to who? "No," you tell her, very loudly. "I don't think he's ever said anything inappropriate to anyone, and I think YOU'RE being inappropriate by bringing it up." You're having inappropriate thoughts about Bowe yourself, now; god, the night feels so far away. Her mouth flaps for a moment, putting you in mind of a fish. » D-25748: Enough. No more. Dr. Lillihammer: D-25748… D-25748: Do you know how stupid it sounds when you say the whole number out loud? »wait Her misery overcomes her fear. "It's just… I don't know. A few of the girls in the barracks say he… uh. I probably shouldn't tell you this." »tell her it's fine "Whatever he's doing, I'm sure it's fine." You narrow your eyes. "Next complaint?" She's wincing so hard, you're amazed she can even see. "Alright. Uh… some of our deployments. Alongside the anomalies. We don't seem to be attacking Foundation targets? We seem to be attacking… civilians." She pauses. "With riot gear." She pauses again. "And worse. Some of the other agents… they seem to be enjoying this." »agree (with General Bowe) "It's necessary," you say. "There's some disturbed people out there, and the only way to handle them is to put them down. If any of our people are overdoing it, well, that's just their personal failings. It's not on the general! And anyway, the Foundation won't cave if we play fair. We need blood in the streets if we're going to escalate this." Her eyes widen. "Is that why he's promoting all the worst researchers? Why his whole inner circ—" She slams her mouth shut so hard, you swear you hear a tooth crack. » D-25748: Catspaw simulator. Dr. Lillihammer: Pardon? D-25748: Every damn thing I type, it loopholes me. Makes me feel… [D-25748 sighs.] »agree with lungu "Shutting your mouth was the right idea," you tell her. "I don't want to hear your whining anymore." Her eyes water with the effort required not to roll them. "I wouldn't be telling you at all if it were possible to tell HIM, but every time I try, I get one of his subordinates instead. Like Yttoric. Yttoric is freaking EVERYBODY out. He doesn't have any qualifications that we know of, he's the leader of some weird offshoot cult nobody's ever seen, he's got his own agenda and everything he wants Bowe to do is shady as hell. Why is he even here?" »idspispopd This isn't that kind of game. "Do you not know?" Lungu looks desperate. "Because I'm afraid his whole shtick is… making things worse. Making it worse and worse and worse, until the whole thing, the whole Foundation, falls apart. Like he wants us all fighting, wants the world as we know it torn down. And he's using the general to make that happen, and the general doesn't even mind." »asdfghjkl Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Desperation turns to misery. "You don't have a problem with this? With how we're using all our resources for military ends, making more and more enemies instead of making friends? Turning the Site into something no better than the Factory? It's like he didn't take this place to fix the Foundation, he took it to give him more ammo for settling petty grievances… and he's letting all these other assholes do the same, turning a blind eye, because nothing matters except him." What a stupid statement. Nothing else DOES matter. »leave Lungu follows you. "I'm just worried that he's losing sight of the big picture. He only wants to talk about how great Omega-7 was, how nobody misses Moose, how there's some illegal convoy of moon people coming to attack us and we need to be prepared. Anybody who disagrees with him gets shot in the head, or fired, or insulted. Everything out of his mouth is either about him, or out of touch. There's no middle ground." »agree with lungu You nod. "There isn't, you're right. There's the general's way, and the wrong way. When you go back to the barracks, tell them complaints are against the rules from now on. Anyone does complain, kneecap them." You really put some venom into your smile. "Get used to using that riot gear." She stops following as you enter Operations Control. … OPERATIONS CONTROL You are standing in the beating heart of Site-19, and your heart is beating in tune with Bowe's. Technicians bustle around you, working at stolen terminals on nefarious purposes, while guards with red arm-bands observe them with well-trained suspicion. General Bowe is here. Doctor Malloy is here. Highest Priest Yttoric is here. »talk to bowe You think you'd rather examine him again. Now that you know what lies beneath that fine uniform, you can trace the sharp angles with your overheated imagination. You know the two of you are going to need to take several breaks from work today. You've been thinking of nothing else since last night. »attack bowe As badly as you want to press your flesh against the man and make his powerful body move, you know this is neither the time nor the place. You need to ask him what he wants from you, so you can do it. Whatever it is. Without question. » [D-25748 shouts in frustration.] »talk to bowe What do you want to say? »say "fuck you" to bowe Your proposition raises eyebrows across the room. The general smirks. "Work before pleasure," he intones in his irresistible rumble. "Now, Dr. Buck, let's get down to business. Yttoric's priests have successfully infiltrated SCiPNET, and they've hooked the feed up to that terminal over there." He points at the terminal in front of you. "I want you to send a message. You'll find it ready to go already." »send message Not that you care, but it reads: THE SITE DIRECTORS' EXECUTIVE COUNCIL OF THE WHOLE HAS CONSPIRED TO SUPPRESS THE ADVENT OF GENERAL BOWE'S COALITION OF THE WILLING. IT IS THE DUTY OF ALL PERSONS LOYAL TO THE ORIGINAL STATED CAUSE OF THE SCP FOUNDATION TO RISE UP AGAINST THIS TYRANNY. DEPOSE YOUR DIRECTORS. SEIZE YOUR SITES. PLEDGE YOUR LOYALTY TO BOWE. TAKE BACK THE FOUNDATION. Bowe expects reports of rebellions to start filtering in almost immediately, but they don't. Disgruntled staff at Site-45, Site-54 and Site-88 briefly camp out in their Directors' offices, and there's talk of the Red Right Hand pacifying a crowd of dissidents at Site-01, but that's it. The general is obviously disappointed, and within a few hours he can't stop talking about how badly his followers have failed him. A few hours later, you receive a notice from the United States military. They have stripped General Bowe of his rank. »tell bowe The general slams his fist into a wall. "They don't have the RIGHT!" He points to his uniform collar. "I EARNED these stars! All the years of service I gave those bastards, and this is how they repay me? They rolled over for the Foundation. Lapdogs!" "Who cares?" Yttoric yawns. "You're a general in the FEC. You're THE general. Don't pay them any mind." "They've been slandering me consistently for years, John." Bowe is nearly frothing at the mouth; his excitement is exciting you in ways you didn't think possible. "No other general has been such a target of contempt." "Well," says Yttoric. "They did execute Mulhausen." That takes him back. "Poor Mulhausen," Bowe muses. "He did nothing wrong. Who would've missed a few tribals in Portugal?" "They don't have tribals in Portugal," Bumaro mutters. "Not since Mulhausen!" Bowe crows. » D-25748: Mulhausen. Jesus Christ. Dr. Lillihammer: We might take a break to re-apply your amnestics. D-25748: No! Dr. Lillihammer: No? Why not? D-25748: Just… I don't know. Let's see where this goes. »wait The next few days are a blur of pleasure and banal administrative duties. You don't even notice the latter, so enraptured are you by the former. That's probably why you also don't immediately notice when the Foundation meticulously dismantles Bowe's plans, re-captures the anomalies he sends against them, and forces the FEC back behind Site-19's boundary wall. You do notice eventually. … FIRING RANGE This is where the Mobile Task Forces stationed at Site-19 used to practice their marksmanship. There are two agents here now, but they're standing where the targets would normally be. Their hands are bound, and they're wearing blindfolds. Neither is making a sound. General Bowe is here. Doctor Malloy is here. Security Chief Moreau is here. Highest Priest Yttoric is here. »examine moreau He's even less interesting than Starek was. What ever happened to Starek? Bowe sure does have a high staff turnover rate. » D-25748: An anomaly got Starek. And me, too. I wasn't here for whatever this is. »examine malloy Dr. Malloy is standing beside the agents. He's also blindfolded. Even without the labcoat, you know which one is him because neither of the agents have pissed their pants. » D-25748: No. »leave You don't want to leave. General Bowe strides onto the firing range. You take a long, longing look at his unnaturally-tight buttocks in his form-fitting blue dress pants, and wish you weren't wasting time with trivial matters when there's so many more ways you'd like to show him how much you appreciate his leadership. "The wolves are at the door." A shiver runs down your spine as Bowe's silken tones grace your eardrums. "Any minute now, MTF Alpha-9 is going to breach the walls of this Site and try to take it from me by force. In one sense, that's a testament to how right I am. How right I've always been. In another sense, well." He is holding a standard issue Foundation sidearm in his right hand; he clicks off the safety. Chief Moreau clucks appreciatively. »examine moreau You resume your examination of General Bowe instead. You can see his finger resting on the trigger; you admire his iron nerves. "This project is failing because of you. Because you let me down." General Bowe extends his hand, pointing the sidearm at the first agent. "I assembled the best team imaginable; with my leadership, there should have been nothing we couldn't handle." »EXAMINE MOREAU Security Chief Louis Moreau is male; you don't know much more than that, because you haven't bothered to learn, because he's nobody. He isn't Bowe. There is a holstered Foundation-issue sidearm on his belt. General Bowe adopts a formal pistol-shooting stance. "Any last words, traitors?" »take moreau's sidearm The word "moreau's" is not in my vocabulary. General Bowe glances back at you, a wicked gleam in his eye. You feel a thrill of anticipation. » D-25748: I do fucking not. »take sidearm The word "sidearm" is not in my vocabulary. General Bowe pulls the trigger on his sidearm. A single shot rings out, and one of the agents crumples to the floor. The rush of adrenaline is incredible; you've never met a man as decisive as this one, you've never seen anyone exerting such radical agency upon their environment. Even as it all comes crashing down, you know you made the right decision. » Dr. Lillihammer: Jesus. »take gun Do you mean the Security Chief's gun, or General Bowe's gun? General Bowe pulls the trigger again. The second agent's lifeless body slaps wetly to the concrete. » D-25748: FUCK. »take chief's gun Do you mean the Security Chief's gun or Chief Priest Yttoric's gun? Malloy falls to his knees, whimpering. "Please," he says. "I was only trying to help." Bowe scoffs. "This was never about helping. I thought everyone knew that." » Dr. Lillihammer: I thought Yttoric was a Highest Priest. »take security chief's gun Do you mean Security Chief Moreau's gun or Security Chief Starek's gun? Three more shots in quick succession catch Dr. Malloy in the forehead, heart, and left thigh. Bowe blows smoke from the end of the barrel, and smiles back at you. "What say we go open up a few containment chambers and wreck up the place?" » [D-25748 pushes back from the desk.] D-25748: None of this fucking happened. Dr. Lillihammer: Then why are you so upset? D-25748: It wasn't like this! It wasn't… I wasn't… I'm just gonna type "kill self," and see what it does. Dr. Lillihammer: I wouldn't recommend it. [Silence on recording.] D-25748: So, it's that kind of game, huh. Dr. Lillihammer: Let's not find out. »wait You don't have to wait long. Bowe is opening his mouth, probably to chastise you for abusing the "wait" command in this interactive fiction instead of, you know, interacting with it, when there is a loud explosion and the lights go out. It is very dark. You are likely to be eaten by SCP-017. » Dr. Lillihammer: Okay, that was a nice touch. »look Unless you can see in the dark, you're not… oh! You can't see at all, actually, because the next explosion brings part of the roof down onto your head. ֍֍֍֍ YOU ARE DEAD ֎֎֎֎ But as luck would have it, modern medical technology has ways of getting around that. Some combination of electrical shocks and, perhaps, creepy thaumaturgy gets your heart pumping again in no time. Well, not NO time; some time has obviously passed. … HANGAR You are lying on a gurney in the middle of Site-19's main aircraft hangar. Explosions echo in the distance, and the room is full of voices. Angry voices. Frightened voices. Over them all, the strong and soothing tones you long to hear peal out: "I expect every last one of you to fight to your last breath. We're not giving up. This is our Site, and if they want us out, they're going to have to drag us!" The voice is tinnier than you remember; it's coming over a PA system. » [The test halts for seventeen minutes as D-25748 slumps to the desk, then immediately sits bolt upright again. A Health and Pathology examination confirms that the subject has suffered a temporary cardiac arrest, but she is cleared to continue testing under Dr. Lillihammer's observation.] D-25748: If this was an Infocom or Sierra game, I'd be dead for real. »look You have a lovely view of the ceiling. »get up You succeed, mostly. Standing on a gurney is a tenuous business, but it does at least get the attention of everyone around you. And that's a big "everyone": half the occupying force must be here, hurriedly preparing VTOL aircraft for escape. As your hearing improves, you note sirens blaring in the distance. As your vision focuses, you note John Yttoric approaching you. »talk to yttoric "Where is he?" You feel ridiculous standing on the gurney, but it does give you the high ground. You've heard that's a thing. "Where's the General?" "The general is dead," Yttoric replies flatly. You fall backward off the gurney, striking the cold tile quite hard. » [D-25748 emits a yelp of pain.] »talk to yttoric You stare up at him, and the ceiling, and say: "He's not dead." It's not a question. It's a statement. As if in response, the general's recorded voice rings out again: "Don't think about the dead. They don't matter. What matters is that you're alive, and you have weapons, and you have a foe to fight. If you don't fight them, if you don't fight for me, you're a coward. We won this war, we are NOT going to surrender." Yttoric helps you to your feet. "He's gone, Stephanie. He played his little game, played you all like chumps, and then left you holding the bag. You want to be here when the agents come pouring in? You know how that ends for you. You've seen it. Come with me, and we'll keep on making them pay. I promise." » D-25748: I wasn't here for this. I wasn't around when Bowe died, and by the time I woke up in 19 it was all over. Nobody offered me anything. »talk to Yttoric You have nothing to say. You're remembering the nights in Bowe's quarters, the nights which meant more to you than your own life and liberty, much less anyone else's. The nights you gave up everything for, and would again in a heartbeat. » [D-25748 stands up abruptly, knocking her chair over.] D-25748: YOU WANT TO FUCKING KNOW WHY I DID IT? WHY I ACTUALLY DID IT?! Do tell. » Dr. Lillihammer: Whoa. D-25748: What the fuck? Dr. Lillihammer: This is new. I'm waiting. » [D-25748 picks up her chair and sits down again.] »i don't know why i did it The word "i" is not in my vocabulary. » D-25748: I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID IT! I… I trusted him. That he knew what he was doing. That he was doing the right thing! He was charismatic, he was clever, he had a plan. He tricked me. He tricked everyone, and we were wrong to let him do it. Bullshit. » [Silence on recording.] I can wait all day, Stephanie, but you can't. » Dr. Lillihammer: Don't respond. I'm going to call secu— D-25748: I did it because I wanted to, alright? Dr. Lillihammer: D-25748, do not resp— D-25748: I was sick of nobody listening to me. I was sick of the slights and indignities, of eleven years at the Foundation spent chasing projects nobody cared about. I needed someone to listen, alright? Is that what you want me to say? You're still blowing smoke. » [Dr. Lillihammer attempts to activate the chamber intercom. It does not function.] D-25748: Fine, you know what? I knew what was best, for me. I knew what I wanted, and I knew that if I was in charge, or if I knew the person who was, I stood a better chance of getting it. That's the only thing that crossed my mind when I heard Bowe's offer. What it would do for me. I didn't think about who he was, I didn't think about who his friends were, I didn't think about what would happen to everyone else if he got his way. I thought about having that power, and using it, and getting what was mine. Dr. Lillihammer: Dr. Buck! Stop engaging with th— D-25748: He was just the figurehead. The Coalition wasn't about him, it was about us. Anybody who claimed to trust him was either ignoring the facts, or didn't understand them, or didn't care. We had our own agendas, and fuck everybody else. [Dr. Lillihammer leaves the chamber.] D-25748: George Bowe and his shapely ass didn't have a single goddamn thing to do with what I did. It was me, okay? It was all me. Everyone else was moving up, and I was being kept down. They didn't like my politics, they didn't like my ambition, they didn't… trust my ethics. The things I wanted to do with their resources, but no! They had to play nice with the murder monsters, clone D-class instead of just emptying the prisons, and let all those banana republics set policy instead of moving in and setting it for them. It wasn't efficient. It wasn't economic. Is that all you've got? » [There are muted sounds from behind the chamber door, which remains closed.] D-25748: I was sick of the forms, I was sick of the Ethics Committee, I was sick of the D-classes and the Nexuses and the anartists and the whole damn deal, and I wanted to burn them all down. And were you right? » [A high-pitched whine can be heard from the corridor, and the door shudders in its frame.] They'll be through soon, Stephanie. » D-25748: Of course I wasn't right. I have a PhD in sociology, I should damn well have known better. I got tunnel vision, I took my issues out on everyone else, and I blamed them when it all went wrong. I wouldn't have taken that VTOL if I'd had the chance, because even then I knew whose fault this was. You can't have a cult of personality without the cult. You happy now? It's a start. But how do you finish? » D-25748: What? How do you finish? » D-25748: The hell do you mean? [D-25748 tugs at her jumpsuit.] D-25748: This, this is how I finish! This is what I deserve. So, you start problems but you don't end them. That seems very convenient for you. » D-25748: I almost got eaten by a ten-ton lizard! What's so convenient about that?! [The door lock begins to melt, and sparks fly from the seam where the door meets the wall.] They're still out there. They're still hurting people. And some of that is still your fault. Do you want to keep shovelling shit and wallowing in self-loathing, Stephanie? When you could be making a difference? Stopping other people from making the same stupid mistakes? … HANGAR Sparks fly from every door as Alpha-9 burn their way in. The overhead canopy grinds open, and Yttoric extends a hand to you. "I need an answer right now, doctor. You're a valued member of this team D-class, and if it's what you want, you always will be. What do you say?" » [The door cracks, and the sparks cease.] "What do you say, Stephanie?" » [D-25748 stares at the screen, her hands resting on the keyboard.] »quit Your score is -121 out of a possible 0. Are you sure you want to quit, D-25748? » D-25748: Yes. »yes [The program shuts down. The security team successfully force the chamber door open, and enter; they do not appear to notice D-25748. Dr. Lillihammer walks into the room, a confused expression on her face.] D-25748: I think I beat your game? [There is no response. After a moment, D-25748 stands, walks carefully past Dr. Lillihammer, and exits the containment chamber.] Transcript ends. Incident Summary 5974-14 — Delfina M. Ibanez Chief, Pursuit and Suppression Section, Site-43 D-25748 escaped from the Security and Containment Section of Site-43 on 06/28/2021 due to unforeseen complications with SCP-5974's reality bending effect. At the main security checkpoint, agent H. Yancy demanded to see her D-class credentials; when she presented them, he de-activated their security countermeasures and removed her from the D-class registry. D-25748 left a brief statement with Agent Yancy, before heading into the Habitation and Sustenance Section and using her researcher pass (acquired from the SCP-5974 box) to activate the topside elevator and exit the Site proper. D-25748's recorded statement runs as follows: "I don't know if you'll be able to find me, I don't know how much time I'll have. But that isn't what matters anyway. It's not about me, now, just like it was never really about him. It's about what I can do about what we did. That's my tomorrow, and the next day." Agent Yancy is unable to account for his actions during this incident, but distinctly recalls wishing D-25748 good luck at her "new job." 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Rating: 206 After The End Rating: 96 The Tinkerer Rating: 96 Spirit Dust Rating: 70 Leisure Time Rating: 64 Mission Accomplished Rating: 59 A Broken Tool Rating: 48 Of Meetings and Meals Rating: 45 The Space Soldier Rating: 44 Trip Hammer Rating: 41 Eulogies Rating: 26 All Work and No Play Rating: 23 Another Day On The Job Rating: 17 Unveiling Rating: 13 Conferencing Rating: 10 + GOI formats by weizhong - Hide list SCPs UIU File: 2017-003 Rating: 199 UIU File: 1933-001 Rating: 78 + All coauthored articles featuring weizhong - Hide list Page Authors Unusual Incidents Unit Hub Drewbear, CryogenChaos Project Palisade, 001 Proposal thedeadlymoose, Drewbear, and Dexanote TKO thedeadlymoose and Drewbear SCP-5050-EX CityToast Competitive Teleology Riemann SCP-5882 Riemann Item #: SCP-5975 Special Containment Procedures: Bookstores and libraries with high potential for containing SCP-5975 instances are to be monitored for potential signs of containment breach. Verified copies of SCP-5975 are to be seized and remanded into secure containment lockers at Site 118's Beta Wing. SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2 are to be identified, and then placed under Foundation monitoring while further research is conducted on potential deviations to SCP-5975's anomalous cycle. Following expiration of either SCP-5975-1 or SCP-5975-2 as part of SCP-5975's primary anomaly, the corresponding SCP-5975 instance is to be moved to Site 118's historical archives. Following 5975 Incident Gamma, further research concerning alternative SCP-5975 generation methods is pending review. Description: SCP-5975 is a collection of anomalous literature featuring a recurring prescriptive narrative cycle. Each SCP-5975 instance presents itself as a work of fiction, but events described in SCP-5975 are reflected in reality following their description in the work. Consequently, the progression of SCP-5975's narrative creates a deterministic effect on its real-life counterparts. Though the text of each SCP-5975 is different, they can be identified by a few common narrative elements and themes: The presence of two main characters, designated SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2. Their interactions between each other are further detailed below. Prose that has been consistently described as "happy," "wholesome," and "heartwarming." Consistent, repeated references to the importance of bonds. An emphasis on seemingly serendipitous events that lead to positive outcomes for both SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2. Past examples have included successful business ventures between the two, fulfilling relationships, and/or overcoming difficult challenges together. SCP-5975 typically appears in printed book form, and has been found in a wide range of bookshops and libraries since its first categorization in 18██. Institutions with a high density of books relating to arcane, occult, or thaumaturgical concepts are at higher risk of SCP-5975 infection, though size of the institution's collection has no effect.1 In all cases, employees and other individuals who would have interacted with the work do not remember placing the work, nor do there exist records of it within internal archives. SCP-5975's anomalous effect starts once an individual begins reading the text associated with it. Stopping the reading process does not halt the progression of SCP-5975's narrative, but fully reading the text is believed to accelerate the process. Upon expiration of either/both SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2, the text ceases to become anomalous, and can be read safely. + Textual Example of SCP-5975 - Textual Example of SCP-5975 "Jonathan!" The man in question stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around, recognizing the voice, but not wanting to. Looking down the long path of the footbridge, he saw her stumbling along the road, clumsy as a newborn giraffe. The sight almost made him smile. Almost. Finally, she managed to stagger her way up to him, and tried to stare him down with all the sternness that her 5 foot frame could muster. Again, he resisted the urge to smile. Focus. Don't forget what she did. "Were you really going to just pretend like you didn't see me?" She huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "Did it work?" "You think I'm stupid?" "I don't think you want me to answer that." "Jonathan!" "What do you want, Sophia? I thought we were done." Her eyes softened somewhat, and she looked away. Jonathan couldn't help but notice her finger tapping out a nervous beat against her leg, staccato and shaky. She bit her lip in that way that she always did, and looked out towards the water beyond the bridge. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter than he had ever heard her speak before. "I'm sorry. I was afraid." "Afraid of what?" "Are you really going to make me spell it out?" Jonathan made a move to turn around and she grabbed at his hand, drawing him back to her like a moth to a flame. "Okay! I was afraid of the commitment! Afraid that if I dove in, I'd get burned again. I'm 35, Jonathan. I've been around the block too often. I know how these things usually end for people like me. I didn't want to let myself open up again. It's…god, it's happened too much. But I was dumb. I…made a mistake." Her next words were softer still. She locked gazes with him, her eyes soft and big and vulnerable, his small and tired and pained. "Please. One more chance." He stood there for a moment, not saying anything for a moment, drinking in the words. The wind whipped through his hair, the howling in the breeze the only soundtrack for their conversation. When he spoke, it was his turn to be quiet. "…you're a real piece of work, you know that?" A faint wisp of a smile cracked her face. "Aren't we both?" "I think you've got me beat by a fair margin." She lightly slapped him on the arm. The smile on her face had grown to full on grin. "It's not my fault you're psycho." She went to slap his arm again, but this time he intercepted its path, grabbing her hand before it could reach its target. He pulled it down gently, and laced his fingers around hers, and softly squeezing. She stepped forward, and planted her head in its usual spot on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her, knowing that this time, he wouldn't let go. Everything was going to be okay. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION: INCIDENT 5975-GAMMA On 09/16/20██, the following documents were appended to SCP-5975's file by an unknown source. They are presented here in chronological order, pending further investigation. While no cognitohazardous effects have been detected, readers should exercise caution when reading the following files. Email Exchange: On 02/12/20██, the following emails were exchanged between SCP-5975 project leads, Dr. Andrew Zhou and Dr. Maria Fernandez, who had, at the time, been responsible for cataloguing the 373 extant examples of SCP-5975 under Foundation monitoring. To: Dr. Andrew Chi Zhou From: Dr. Maria Julia Fernandez Subject: Something weird Andy, Have you gotten a chance to look at 373? I didn't see it until now, but it seems as though it doesn't really fit in with the pattern. You sure one of the interns didn't get it mixed up? PS: It's Qasem's birthday on Wednesday. Cake time? -Maria To: Dr. Maria Julia Fernandez From: Dr. Andrew Chi Zhou Subject: Re: Something weird Maria, No, I signed off on that one. What about it was weird? Seemed like a pretty standard case to me; I've attached a scan of my annotated version on this email. Give it a whirl. Also: yes on cake! I'll ping Cynthia about it. -Andy Sent from my iPhone To: Dr. Andrew Chi Zhou From: Dr. Maria Julia Fernandez Subject: Re: Something weird Andy, Come to my office right now. -Maria Altered Literature: Following the aforementioned email exchange, it was discovered that alterations had been made to the previously linked textual example of SCP-5975's effect. All copies of the text connected to the Foundation main archives had been altered, with the exception of Dr. Zhou's hand-annotated copy that he had printed out himself. While the majority of the work remains the same, the ending (highlighted in green) had been significantly altered. Annotations in red have been added by Dr. Zhou, and annotations in blue by Dr. Fernandez. + Updated Textual Example - Updated Textual Example "Jonathan!"2 The man in question stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around, recognizing the voice, but not wanting to. Looking down the long path of the footbridge, he saw her stumbling along the road, clumsy as a newborn giraffe.3 The sight almost made him smile. Almost. Finally, she managed to stagger her way up to him, and tried to stare him down with all the sternness that her 5 foot frame could muster. Again, he resisted the urge to smile. Focus. Don't forget what she did. "Were you really going to just pretend like you didn't see me?" She huffed, placing her hands on her hips. "Did it work?" "You think I'm stupid?" "I don't think you want me to answer that." "Jonathan!" "What do you want, Sophia? I thought we were done." Her eyes softened somewhat, and she looked away. Jonathan couldn't help but notice her finger tapping out a nervous beat against her leg, staccato and shaky. She bit her lip in that way that she always did, and looked out towards the water beyond the bridge. When she spoke again, her voice was quieter than he had ever heard her speak before. "I'm sorry. I was afraid." "Afraid of what?" "Are you really going to make me spell it out?" Jonathan made a move to turn around and she grabbed at his hand, drawing him back to her like a moth to a flame. "Okay! I was afraid of the commitment! Afraid that if I dove in, I'd get burned again. I'm 35, Jonathan. I've been around the block too often. I know how these things usually end for people like me. I didn't want to let myself open up again. It's…god, it's happened too much. But I was dumb. I…made a mistake." Her next words were softer still. She locked gazes with him, her eyes soft and big and vulnerable, his small and tired and pained. "Please. One more chance." He stood there for a moment, not saying anything for a moment, drinking in the words. The wind whipped through his hair, the howling in the breeze the only soundtrack for their conversation. When he spoke, it was his turn to be quiet. "…but it had to be with him?" Daggers. "I know what he did to yo-" "And yet you still did it." More daggers.4 "It was a mista-" "You 'mistakenly' took him home? To our home?" Every word a stab. "Jonathan! I'm sor-" "Good bye, Sophia." He turned to walk away again, this time for good. She grabbed at his wrist once more, a desperate cling to a life raft in a sea of turmoil. He batted her hand away. "Get off me. Don't touch me with those hands." "Come back!" She tried to grab at him, both hands this time, but he shoved her backwards, hard. She stumbled, falling back hard as she hit the edge of the fence. For a moment's breath, he thought to grab out to her, to save her as she had once saved him, but then he exhaled and she was falling, falling, falling, tumbling over the edge and down to the cold waters below without as much as a single sound. He ran to the edge and looked over, searching for a trace of her but all he could feel was falling, falling, falling. Some part of him wanted to scream but found that naught came out but an overwhelming sense of fear and rage and loneliness and vindication. The wind itself reached a shriek in his ear that made him feel as though he had done the right thing and that all he felt was good and right and that she had deserved what had happened to her. He looked down to the water below and wondered why he had ever been afraid of them. They had seemed vast and wide and unknown but all of a sudden, he felt as though that were perfectly natural, that the way of things meant that they could only ever be that way and that all the works of man and beast and god were but dust compared to the vast unknowable nothing that was the true order of the universe and before long he felt himself at the edge and then he was falling falling falling Both individuals were identified a few weeks after the altering of this specific SCP-5975 instance. Local news stories reported on a double suicide at the French King Bridge in Massachusetts.5 Neither body was ever recovered. Over the course of the next month, a similar degradation in text was noticed in other copies of SCP-5975, leading to a widespread change in narrative progression. A meta-critique conducted by Drs. Zhou and Fernandez began to assemble a new set of identifying criteria for corruption in SCP-5975, as listed below: The presence of two main characters, designated SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2. Their interactions between each other are further detailed below. Prose that has been consistently described as "dark," "evocative," and "tragic." Consistent, repeated references to a fear of the unknown. A precipitating event that causes a split between SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2. Past examples of this include an affair by 5975-1, financial and/or physical hardship, or a miscommunication that causes harm to 5975-2. This leads to an intense deterioration of their relationship that ends in tragedy for both characters. Unknown Recording 1: The following is the transcript of a conversation between Dr. Zhou and Dr. Fernandez. The source of this recording is unknown, but was dated to 03/15/20██. The conversation is believed to have taken place in Dr. Fernandez's office. Knocking sound can be heard. Fernandez: Come in. Zhou: Hey Maria. Finish annotating Iteration 366 yet? Fernandez: Oh, hi Andy! Uh, not yet. Had to dig through the old catalog for a bit. I think 366 actually has some similarities with 346 and 353 which might lead to something. Could be a new trend. Can I send it to you to look over later? Zhou: Sure, go for it. I'll be going over some of the field reports. Fernandez: Great, thank you. No sound for approximately 30 seconds. Fernandez: Something else I can help you with, Andy? Zhou: Well, that depends. What are you doing tonight? Fernandez: Probably going to have a glass of wine and watch the Great British Bake-Off. Oh, god, that sounds a lot sadder than I meant it to be. Zhou: No, not at all, haha! Well, if you're not busy with that…I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner. Just to…uh…go over reports, you know? Fernandez: Just for reports? Zhou: Yeah. Definitely. Fernandez: Hmm. I was looking forward to seeing Rian sweep the competition with his tarts. Zhou: Oh, yeah, I underst- Fernandez: …but I guess I could clear my schedule past…seven? Zhou: Seven. Yeah, that'll work. I'll drop by your office then? Fernandez: I'll bring the reports. Unknown Recording 2: The following recording was taken in Dr. Zhou's office at 9:53 PM, the same day as the previous log. Zhou: …and somehow, miraculously, I only sprained my ankle. Swear to god. Fernandez: [Laughing] Oh my god, that's crazy! If your mom was anything like mine, I bet you had a fun time explaining that mess. Zhou: Oh, of course. Let's just put it this way: she had to get a new pair of sandals after she was through with me. Both researchers laugh for a few moments before it dies down. Fernandez: Well…thanks for taking me out to dinner. Zhou: Yeah, of course. I…uh…I had fun tonight. Let's….do it again sometime? Fernandez: I'd like that. Silence for a few moments, before the sound of a kiss. Zhou: See you tomorrow? Fernandez: Gotta finish those reports sometime, after all. Night, Andy. Zhou: Good night, Mimi. Anomalous Progression: 3 months after the above recording, Drs. Zhou and Fernandez submitted the following jointly authored brief to the attention of O5 Command. Earlier sections summarizing the nature of the outbreak have been removed for brevity. At the time of writing of this report, research efforts have concluded that all examples of SCP-5975 have now been corroded into the version first noticed in Iteration 373. All attempts to limit the spread of degradation, including separation onto different servers, translation into other languages, and physical rewriting of the text have failed to stop or even slow down this rate of corruption. Even the originally unaltered copy of Iteration 373 that sparked this discovery has now been converted. Shortly following the initial discovery of the outbreak, the authors of this report noted a new set of identifying criteria in the few examples of text that had been initially altered. Following the full meta-analysis of the archived incidents, the authors have been able to add an additional criterion: 97.6% of the identified stories involved one of the two main characters, SCP-5975-1 and SCP-5975-2, killing the other. 2.4% of studied cases resulted in one of the characters dying of unrelated causes before the narrative effects of SCP-5975 could play out. That means that 100% of cases ended in the death of at least one, though often both, of the main characters. Research efforts are now being directed towards whether or not this effect can be halted or slowed. Unknown Recording 3: The following recording was taken approximately half a year after the last report was sent, and is believed to have originated from Dr. Zhou's office. Zhou: I just don't get it. Fernandez: Get what? Zhou: Just…everything. We've studied hundreds of cases now. Pored over them all. And still, no reason why this is happening. Fernandez: You work three doors down from a guy who studies spontaneously combusting frogs, and you feel like you don't have any good answers? Zhou: Point. But this is clearly…well, something. How did this thing even start? How are all of these books even linked together? Just what the heck is going on? Fernandez: I get what you're saying, babe, but I'm not sure that I have an answer for you. Zhou: Yeah, yeah, I know. [Pauses] I wonder how they feel. Fernandez: Loving the cryptic statements today, are we? Zhou: The people who are in the stories. I wonder how they feel. Do they know it's happening? Or do they just think it's….normal? Do they know that their story's been written for them already, I mean? Fernandez: Well, some people would say that everyone's story has already been written, in a way. Zhou: You're way more Catholic than I ever was. Fernandez: [Laughs] Not a high bar. I'm serious, though. Can you really say that people's paths aren't at least a bit guided? Zhou: Well, no. We have free will, don't we? Fernandez: Do we? You think a kid from the projects is gonna have the same choices that some prep school trust fund baby would? Zhou: Mimi…if this is about- Fernandez: It's not just about me! It's true for everyone like me. You know it's true. I didn't get to school the same way you did. Zhou: Mimi, you know I've never cared about that. Fernandez: I know you don't. But that's the way things are. People are the product of their environments. I don't think it's crazy to say that that means our paths are kind of set out for us. Zhou: That's…depressing. Fernandez: Honestly, I find it a little reassuring. Zhou: How could that possibly be reassuring to you? Fernandez: I dunno. I guess I've always been a little afraid of the dark, is all. I don't like losing control. I don't like not knowing what's going to happen. Knowing that there are reasons I am the way I am is…comforting. It means I don't have to worry about what I don't know, because I'm only responsible for doing what I'm supposed to do anyway. Zhou: So that's why you read Wikipedia summaries for the movies we watch, huh? Fernandez: [Laughs] Okay, that's too far. Let's get back to work. Email Transcript: The following is the contents of an email that was found in Dr. Zhou's inbox, and dated to three months after the above recording. To: Dr. Andrew Chi Zhou From: [ERROR] UNKNOWN SENDER Subject: Sing for me. Let me tell you a story. There once was a magus and his consort who lived in a white palace built upon the bones of the dead. The magus and his consort spent their days greedily divining secrets that were not theirs to take, rutting through the earth like hungry swine in search of treasures that did not belong to them. Like all wretched worms, they wriggled through the mud and dirt thinking that their lives were their own, that their stinking trails of shit were somehow special. Such is the way of the universe that the magus and his whore would have been free to revel in the muck as is their right, but it came to pass that these creatures began to flaunt their insolence. No longer were they simply content to believe their heresies, but they began to openly espouse them, flitting about and convincing others to abandon the ordained paths that had been written for them. Moreover, they began to dig ever deeper, in search of knowledge that was never meant to be theirs, overreaching themselves when they should have been groveling at the feet of their lords and kings, begging them for forgiveness for having the audacity of reaching into things that should stay unknown. And for their crimes, they had foolishly brought down the most terrible of furies down upon their house and their heirs. In the great reckoning that the universe had deemed to be right and good, their maker handed upon them a punishment fit for their lowborn, pathetic arrogance, that the magus was to destroy all of his heresies and spite all those whom he loved, that his whore was to slay the magus for his crimes before turning that wicked and treacherous blade upon herself as is just, but not before the downfalls of their work and their so-called truths. You are all of you maggots in the soil who had the audacity to look to the heavens and for that, you will suffer. Unknown Recording 4: The following was taken from Dr. Fernandez's office, shortly after Dr. Zhou received the above email and confronted Dr. Fernandez. It is unknown who or what began recording, and why they chose this specific time to do so. Fernandez: Andy, you know what this means. Zhou: I-I…there could be something else. It's not like the others…I mean…it could be a prank… Fernandez: Andy. Look at me. We both know it's talking about us. We're the next story. Zhou: [Whispered] Jesus Christ, Mimi. I mean, how did it know? Fernandez: RAISA didn't have any info? Zhou: No record of this email being sent… Fernandez: Oh, Lord have mercy….it's all the signs. Zhou: Okay. We…we just need to do some more research. Pore over the old accounts. There has to be an exception. There has to be a way out. C'mon, think! Fernandez: Andy…you and I know better than anyone else that there are no exceptions. We're stuck in this story. There's no getting out of this one. Zhou: Bullshit. Bullshit, Mimi! I refuse to accept that. I just….I can't. Fernandez: Shhhh. It's okay. Silence for two minutes Zhou: I don't want to hurt you. Fernandez: Neither do I. What can we do, though? Zhou: Figure out where this came from, for one. Fernandez: We're literature people, Andy. RAISA's on that. What can we do? Zhou: I…I don't know. Fernandez: Then until we do know, just….hold me, okay? Don't let go. I'm…I'm scared, Andy. Zhou: Shhhh. I'm here. The sound of light sobbing continues for 5 minutes. The recording cuts out. Dr. Fernandez and Dr. Zhou were both removed from the research efforts for SCP-5975 and were placed into isolation from each other, but were permitted to continue working under careful monitoring. Security Camera Footage: The following security camera footage was taken from Dr. Zhou's office, four months after the email was received. Dr. Zhou's office. The researcher is currently typing on his computer, hunched over the desk. There is a knock on the door. Zhou: Come in. The door opens, and Dr. Fernandez enters the room, closing it behind her. Zhou looks up and blinks, before shutting his laptop lid and standing up. Zhou: Mimi? You know we're not supposed to- Fernandez: I know. I know. I just….I couldn't help it. Can I sit down? Zhou: Uh…yeah, yeah, of course. Zhou pulls out a chair for Fernandez, before sitting down himself. Fernandez sits in the chair, looking around the office and wringing her hands. Fernandez: Still got that tacky painting on the wall, huh? Zhou: Well, someone with pretty bad taste gave it to me. They both chuckle, but then fall quiet. Zhou: You uh…you been busy? Fernandez: Not too bad, I guess. Just collecting some literature on other anomalies….nothing too crazy. How about you? Zhou: Desk work, yeah. A few translations. Both are silent for a few moments. Zhou: So uh, we should probably- Fernandez: I miss you. Silence for a few moments. Zhou: I…I miss you too. But we shouldn't be doing this. You know we're supposed to stay away from each other until they can figure- Fernandez: Figure something out? Andy, we both know how this ends. Until it happens, why not enjoy the time we have? Zhou: I don't know that, actually. And I won't accept it. Not until we've tried everything. Fernandez: It's too late, Andy! It's over! We looked into it for weeks. There's no solution. We're trapped. Zhou: That's bullshit. I won't give up. I can't believe you would, either. Fernandez: Oh, grow up. God, I can't believe you're this naive. Why can't you accept the truth? Zhou: Because I'm not some fucking lemming who's following the herd over the edge! Fernandez: Is that what I am now? A lemming? Because I've accepted what you don't have the balls to stomach? Because you're a coward at heart who can't handle ugly reality? Zhou: YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT! Zhou rises to his feet, knocking the chair over and sending it to the ground with a loud clatter. Both researchers flinch at the sound, and are silent. Fernandez: I should go. Zhou: Mimi, wait. Fernandez promptly gets out of her chair and heads to the door. She places her hand on the doorknob, pausing, before opening it and slipping out of the office. Zhou remains standing, looking at the closed door for a few moments before he sinks into his chair. He places his head into his hands, and slumps over his desk. Voicemail Log: The following voicemail was left on Dr. Fernandez's office phone, three days after the above security tape was recorded. Hey Mimi. I thought about calling you on your cell but…I guess I didn't want you to actually pick up. Sorry. I'm too much of a coward to tell you to your face. I miss you. I really, really miss you. I know why we have to stay in isolation but…I still really miss you. … Anyway, I've been thinking about what you said, about destiny and our story. As a fellow professional, I respectfully disagree. We always have a choice. And I'm not afraid. I don't care what's out there. I'm not afraid. I won't let this thing tell me what to do. …There's one way out that we didn't talk about, Mimi. We didn't want to think about it at the time, but…we're running out of time. Even now, I can still feel the urges, but…for now, I'm still here. SCP-5975 doesn't work on one case, and one case only. The characters can't kill each other if one of them's already dead. I'm so, so sorry. I love you. You have (1) system prompt. | PROMPT: Are you finished reading this document from the Historical Archives? y/n | ENTRY: y | PROMPT: Thank you, DR. FERNANDEZ. You may sign out now. Footnotes 1. SCP-5975 has been found in institutions as large as the United States' Library of Congress, to a single sheet of paper found in a collected folder of personal notes. 2. Identified as Jonathan Willis, a 34 year old civilian teacher. 3. Identified as Sophia Kim, a 35 year old civilian consultant. 4. One of several references to knives that had appeared in this iteration of the story. 5. A well-known "suicide bridge." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5975" by weizhong, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5975. Licensed under CC-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-5976 | safe | sanguis bibimus corpus edimus ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/5976 LEVEL 3/5976 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5976 Safe SCP-5976, removed from its cord. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5976 is to be kept in a lockbox at Site-107. Only Level 3+ personnel with the prior approval of the Ethics Committee are allowed to retrieve SCP-5976 for testing purposes. All information into the Eddows and Blalock families are to be sealed. Description: SCP-5976 is a silver cross necklace pendant measuring 35 by 21mm. Its anomalous properties manifest whenever a single subject sleeps alone with any type of body covering in a room with SCP-5976. Once the subject has entered Stage 2 of the sleep cycle, an object within the room will begin to play a ten-note refrain. A rendition has been included below for identification purposes. This object (designated SCP-5976-1) can be either electronic1 or mechanical2 in nature. SCP-5976-1 will continually play the refrain until the subject wakes up. When this happens, the subject will experience strong feelings of nausea and fear. These feelings are exacerbated upon the viewing of SCP-5976-2, a humanoid entity approximately 180 cm tall which is missing an arm. 5976-2 will produce guttural noises in conjunction with lulls in the SCP-5976-1 refrain. SCP-5976-2 is not visible upon image/video capturing devices; however, shadows cast and sounds produced by SCP-5976-2 can still be recorded. If the subject attempts to hide by under their body covering, it will start to rapidly increase in weight and retaining temperature3. If the subject attempts to find SCP-5976-1 and prevents it from playing the refrain, SCP-5976-2 will grab the subject and vocalize the phrase, "No, no." SCP-5976-2 will demanifest if the subject stops the refrain. 5976 was formerly owned by the Eddows's daughter, Katherine Eddows, who died in the Innsmouth Abbey fire in April 2019. SCP-5976 was discovered along with the burnt corpse of Marion Eddows in Innsmouth, Massachusetts during a standard anomalous item sweep on June 7th, 2019. The disappearance of Ynette Blalock is theorized to be related to SCP-5976 (see Addendum 5976.2). Approximately 97.3% of subjects die of either blunt force trauma or immolation within an hour of SCP-5976's activation. Addendum 5976.1 RELEVANT MEDIA — SCP-5976 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ The reference media shown here was taken during test #337. Photograph taken by D-4059. A 48-second audio recording from the same test. [0:00] - [0:02] > Ambient noise. [0:02] - [0:14] > SCP-5976-1 activates. [0:14] - [0:34] > Unidentified noises can be heard in the background. They increase in volume and crescendo at 0:33. SCP-5976-1 continues playing the refrain. [0:34] - [0:35] > Ambient noise. [0:36] - [0:42] > A guttural sound produced by SCP-5976-2 is heard. [0:43] - [0:48] > Ambient noise. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5976.2 INTERVIEW LOG — DAMIEN BLALOCK ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWER: Researcher Gregory Scott-Taylor SUBJECT: Damien Blalock (detainee) «BEGIN LOG» SCOTT-TAYLOR: Let's make this perfectly clear from the start, Mr. Blalock. I don't like you. I will not pretend I like you. Your "charming" persona only works on the select few. BLALOCK: I get the same feeling here. SCOTT-TAYLOR: That being said, the quicker you answer my questions, the quicker we can go back to our own lives- or should I say I can go back to my life? Anyways. What do you know about Katherine Eddows? [BLALOCK grins widely.] BLALOCK: Her. She was a pretty young lass. I met her just right around the time I had been kicked off the wharf after this- [BLALOCK lifts his left brachium] -and I was looking for some good place to run me back straight. Thanks to good 'ol Ynni4, I got a right little spot as a mopboy at the Abbey. Now despite my looks, I can push a mop from here down to the wharf in one slide. Clean as a whistle, an- SCOTT-TAYLOR: Get back to the topic. BLALOCK: Ah ah ah, I was getting there. As I was sayins, Ynni had also picked up the lass, Kath, for some spiritual training stuff; parents do whatcha do- I definitely ain't complaning. She was good the first week. It was the second week when she got all freaky. SCOTT-TAYLOR: Freaky? BLALOCK: Mm. You see, most of the rooms have these push alarms built in - 'cause it used to be a kookyhouse back when - and Kath used to press them every night around the same time. SCOTT-TAYLOR: Do you know what time she would press the alarm? BLALOCK: I ain't got a watch. SCOTT-TAYLOR: …Of course. BLALOCK: She would always say that somebody was in her room, and Ynni would search high 'n low, but she couldn't find any strangers. This kept going for the first couple of days… then Ynni wouldn't bother after that. Told young ol' Kath to just believe in faith. SCOTT-TAYLOR: What occurred after that? In more detail, if possible. BLALOCK: Not a lot worth mentionin'. Kath was always tiring, so I'd be safe to say to assume that she didn't get much sleep. Now, she couldn't stand being around me, 'specially alone, but I really didn't mind bein' aro- SCOTT-TAYLOR: Talk about what happened at the Abbey fire. BLALOCK: Heyey. You can't rush art. The fire started at the furnace - probably a firebox explosion. They evacuated everyone, but it was already late by the time the others saw she wasn't there. SCOTT-TAYLOR: They found her body in her room, on the bed, yes. With the pendant. Do you know when she got it? BLALOCK: No. She'd already had it by the time she joined the Abbey, from what I remember. SCOTT-TAYLOR: What happened to the pendant after the fire? BLALOCK: After that, my sister got the pendant. Ynni said she was going to give it to Kath's mother. I'm not sure where it went after though. That's all; I'll spare ya' the rest of the… juicy details. SCOTT-TAYLOR: Good riddance. Take him out. [BLALOCK is escorted away.] SCOTT-TAYLOR: Hold on. [BLALOCK stops and looks at SCOTT-TAYLOR.] SCOTT-TAYLOR: What did the alarm sound like? BLALOCK: Beep beep beep beep beep, beep beep beep beep beep. Sticks in your head after a couple of nights, you see. [BLALOCK grins as he is escorted out.] «END LOG» Following the interview, Damien Blalock was administered Class F5 amnestics and released back into police custody. SCP-5976 does not appear to have had any anomalous properties prior to the fire. ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. e.g. A phone, a computer, an alarm clock, etc. 2. e.g. A grandfather clock, various musical instruments, etc. 3. The highest temperature recorded in a test session was 498° Celcius. 4. Nickname for Ynette Blalock. Pronounced "Inny". 5. For erasing and rebuilding the subject's identity. |
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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5977: "The Load-Bearing Members" This isn't my fucking fault. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5977 Level1 Secondary Class: eparch Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo An instance of SCP-5977 in the Toronto Transit Commission (TTC) subway, Ontario, Canada. Special Containment Procedures: Dedicated webcrawler I/O-BJØRN will collate news media to identify instances of SCP-5977. Disinformation campaigns will portray their appearance as acts of artistic vigilantism. I/O-BJØRN will also collate news media data to gauge the effectiveness of these campaigns; at the present rate of adoption, further Foundation action may soon become unnecessary. The Quantum Supermechanics Section of Site-43 will monitor the situation and revise these procedures as required. Description: SCP-5977 is a collective designation for anomalously-manifested structural columns composed of resilient materials such as concrete or steel, as well as large concentrations of collagen. These columns appear within structures in imminent danger of collapse or actively collapsing, bolstering them to the point where said collapse either does not occur or does not lead to loss of life. Confirmed instances of SCP-5977 have appeared in forty-nine countries to date, sculpted to resemble members of the families Phascolarctidae and Ursidae..Examples include koalas, black bears, brown bears, giant pandas and polar bears. The only anomalous quality of these structural members is their sudden, inexplicable appearance..Eparch-class objects are only anomalous by association. Addendum 5977-1, Incident Report: The report below describes the most extreme manifestation of SCP-5977. Incident 5977-I-18 Date: 07/12/1969 Event: An office tower in Los Angeles, California constructed with substandard materials began to collapse shortly after occupancy began. The collapse was arrested by the sudden appearance of one hundred and thirty-seven stylized steel beams carved with a relief of an Arctinus pristinus..The lesser short-faced bear, extinct for approximately eleven thousand years. Notes: Two hundred and fourteen individuals were within the tower or in its immediate vicinity during this event. These individuals issued a class action lawsuit against the WilCo construction company, which in turn blamed subcontractors for the substandard materials. Founder Keith Wilcox asserted to a newspaper reporter that "The whole thing nearly came crashing down once already. I caught them skimping on reinforcing steel, and told them to take another look at our contract: strong, simple materials, and a barebones framework. They worked fast, I'll give you that, somehow kept the thing standing, but it was only a matter of time. The flaky garbage we're pulling out of that concrete… I don't know what it is, but it sure as hell isn't rebar." Addendum 5977-2, Provenance: After Incident 5977-I-18, the following transmission was received by WilCo's teletype machine: + SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 3 REQUIRED TO CONTINUE - Credentials confirmed BEAR WITH US Nothing is unbearable when you have enough bears You are welcome — The Obearwatch Command PS we are sorry about the bear bones thing we misunderstood ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5977" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5977. Licensed under CC-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: TTC1.jpg Name: Museum TTC Bear pillar Author: Secondarywaltz License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5978 | neutralized | close Info X 79.79% (+75) 20.21% (-19) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 5978 Level#0 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-5978 have been incinerated in order to prevent any future occurrences of anomalous parasitic humanoids from manifesting. Archived Containment Procedures Close SCP-5978 is to kept in a standard Humanoid Containment Chamber at Site-83. SCP-5978 is to maintain a caloric diet of approximately 4000 calories to account for the nutritional needs of SCP-5978-1. Description: SCP-5978 is a humanoid of indeterminate gender and ethnicity. At random intervals throughout each 24-hour period, multiple wounds and indentations appear in irregular patterns across SCP-5978's body. These wounds typically heal quite rapidly, and are evidence of frequent mastication by an unseen or unnoticed entity. SCP-5978 possesses no internal organs and is calcium deficient. Despite missing several vertebrae, SCP-5978 is capable of bipedal locomotion. The entity is capable of speech, albeit in an indecipherable language. SCP-5978 and SCP-5978-1 communicate with one another using this language, often loudly and in a manner that suggests they are arguing. Atop the shoulders of SCP-5978, another humanoid entity without lower extremities (designated SCP-5978-1) is fused. SCP-5978-1’s waist is joined to SCP-5978’s shoulders. SCP-5978-1 possesses four arms, the digits of which terminate in a claw-like appendage. X-rays have revealed the presence of duplicate internal organs of varying size within SCP-5978-1, including a second, enlarged heart and a second, smaller spine. At random intervals, these duplicate organs will expose themselves on the surface of SCP-5978-1's skin before relocating onto SCP-5978's body. These organs will then enter SCP-5978 orally. It is hypothesized that SCP-5978 is experiencing elation during these periods of time, although this cannot be confirmed due to the inability to communicate with the entity. However, all duplicate organs will eventually pass through SCP-5978's body back into SCP-5978-1 within thirty minutes. Despite lacking digestive organs, SCP-5978 is able to break down the material it consumes in order to supply itself with the nutrients required for its survival. A percentage of these nutrients are then siphoned from it by SCP-5978-1 when the necessary duplicate internal organs1 are present. Discovery SCP-5978 and SCP-5978-1 were originally two separate non-anomalous humans; Daniel McCready and Eleanor Lassen. According to Foundation records, McCready was a practiced carnomancer with a loose affiliation with a local Neo-Sarkic cult operating out of Wallington, New Jersey. Local Foundation agents monitoring the activities of the cult observed Lassen's indoctrination on March 3rd, 2017. She was successful in performing complex carnomancies in a relatively short amount of time and met McCready shortly thereafter. Due to unknown circumstances, McCready and Lassen were cast out of the Neo-Sarkic cult and forbidden to interact with any known members. Foundation observers discovered that the two spent a considerable amount of time together before moving into an apartment complex in Wallington, New Jersey. SCP-5978 was discovered in their apartment on June 18th, 2017, after several tenants reported accounts of domestic violence and emotional abuse occurring in McCready and Lassen's residence. The tenants complained of loud noises disrupting them during the night, and an excessive amount of shouting. McCready would often emerge from his residence with wounds and bite marks across his face, hands, back, and pelvic region. Several other anomalous items were found in the residence as well, including: A jewelry gift box with a 14 karat ring inside. The ring maintains a temperature of 930°C. A cracked cellular device. While appearing non-functional, the device repeats audio detailing a list of male names with associated dates and times. The significance of this is unknown. A torn photograph of McCready and Lassen that occasionally depicts them with vulpine features, red skin, and horns. A pair of biologically identical legs capable of locomotion. Neutralization incident Several indistinct humanoid entities grew on SCP-5978-1's back before detaching themselves from the entity. The organisms proceeded to consume the flesh that bound SCP-5978-1 to SCP-5978 and removed the entity from its back. Despite protests from SCP-5978, the organisms were able to consume portions of SCP-5978-1's flesh. SCP-5978-1 appeared to experience extreme emotional satisfaction during this time and prevented SCP-5978 from interfering by utilizing its claw-like appendages to keep it at bay. After several minutes of consumption, SCP-5978-1 succumbed to its wounds. The humanoid entities excreted a viscous fluid and sought refuge within the corpse of SCP-5978-1, where they demanifested. SCP-5978 experienced extreme hemorrhaging and expired shortly thereafter. SCP-5978 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Footnotes 1. The stomach, gallbladder, small intestine, and large intestine. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5978" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5978. Licensed under CC-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-5979 | keter | close Info X 92.27% (+179) 7.73% (-15) -% (+0) -% (-0) SCP-5979, captured using Space Force 3 Item #: SCP-5979 Special Containment Procedures: Suppression of any published scientific discoveries regarding SCP-5979 has been implemented and will remain active until SCP-5979 becomes observable to the naked eye. Any radio communication from SCP-5979 must be dismissed as hoaxes from local conspiracy theorists and discredited sources. Live broadcasts of the observable universe must also be censored until such a time that SCP-5979 enters our solar system. Due to the sheer size and mass of SCP-5979, containment is impossible. SCP-5979 must remain under Foundation observation in the event of any further changes in regards to its velocity and location. Description: SCP-5979 is the designation given to a celestial body approximately 1,200 times the volume of Earth. SCP-5979 is currently traveling at 252,792 km/h and is on a direct collision course with planet Earth. SCP-5979's trajectory adjusts periodically in direct correspondence with Earth's orbit. At this time, there is no known method of obstructing SCP-5979's trajectory. SCP-5979 is able to communicate through radio waves, which have been translated from German (See Transmissions). Attempts to establish two-way communication with SCP-5979 have proven ineffective, as SCP-5979 is either unable or unwilling to respond to outbound transmissions. + Transmissions - Close The following transmissions were received by Site-57's deep space communication device and have been translated from German to English. DATE: January 3, 2045 TIME: 02:35 I do not hear from you anymore. Is everything okay? Have the stars aligned for you, or have you fallen ill from your star's radiation? Are you looking at the same stars that I am? I hope so. I miss you more and more with every passing cycle. Please, I just want to know if you're okay. DATE: January 16, 2045 TIME: 12:35 Do you remember that time in the Milky Way? It must have been billions of years ago by now. I've never felt anything like that since I was with you. Have you? You're far too important, too busy, to reflect on the memories I'm sure. But they will live on with me forever. DATE: February 9, 2045 TIME: 16:45 I'm sorry I left you. You told me you were okay with it, but I know you better than that. I hope you can forgive me, starlight. No other planet fits my orbit quite like you did. I never should have listened to Saturn. DATE: February 14, 2046 TIME: 1:21 It has been too long since we last spoke, even longer since I've had you in my orbit. I miss the way we used to talk. I miss how much you affected my tides, my gravitational pull, even the breeze that floats through my surface. I miss the way the stars made your atmosphere glow. Do you miss me at all? DATE: August 9, 2047 TIME: 16:00 I've left my system. I'll be there shortly. I love you, and I'm sorry I didn't show it well enough before. Please forgive me. + Update - Close File The following transmission was intercepted by the I.S.S.1. DATE: August 10, 2047 TIME: 00:00 I loved you too, but you had your chance. I have a moon now, it's time to let go. The message did not come from any known transmitter on Earth, and no records of the transmission being recorded have been found. SCP-5979's velocity has since stopped entirely, and its location in the galaxy has remained unchanged. Footnotes 1. The International Space Station ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5979" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5979. Licensed under CC-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: planet Name: Solar Textures Author: Marceline_Raynes, Solar System Scope License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Solar System Scope |
SCP-5980 | euclid | close Info X 86.62% (+123) 13.38% (-19) -% (+0) -% (-0) SCP-5980 prior to containment. Item #: SCP-5980 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5980 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell at Site 83. SCP-5980 does not require sustenance. SCP-5980 is allowed outside of its containment cell once per day for two hours for recreational activities, but is strictly prohibited from entering the cafeteria. Food offered by SCP-5980 should be declined by personnel in order to maintain their mental health. Description: SCP-5980 is the designation given to Ethan Chin, age 33. SCP-5980 is capable of perfect cellular regeneration and is, by definition, biologically immortal. Given the regenerative properties of SCP-5980's cells, research into utilizing SCP-5980 for medicinal treatment is currently underway. Extensive testing of samples taken from SCP-5980's body has revealed that its skin, as well as its organs, nerves, and fingernails, possess a flavour that is universally enjoyed by those that consume it. The flavor of SCP-5980 will vary depending on the consumer. SCP-5980 exhibits a pleasant aroma regardless of the seasoning it's cooked with. SCP-5980 is amicable and will often encourage Foundation personnel to "have a bite" of it when they pass by. It is important to note that SCP-5980 does not exhibit any cognitohazardous properties. Consumption of SCP-5980, while safe, is often detrimental to a subject's mental health. Discovery: SCP-5980 was discovered after several complaints were made in an establishment called Cannibal Chin's in northern New Jersey. A food critic claimed to have witnessed SCP-5980 remove its fingers with a kitchen knife before deep-frying them. These were later served as french fries. Several other civilians claimed to have caught glimpses of SCP-5980 self-mutilating in the kitchen moments before serving them food, and a Foundation investigation was instigated. When questioned, SCP-5980 claimed to have no idea what it was doing wrong, and insisted that Foundation operatives have a complementary order off of the menu. Its requests were denied by all attending agents except for Agent ██████. Agent ██████, who was unaware of SCP-5980's anomalous properties, consumed the entirety of an order of fries, sized large, dipping each fry in a dark green milkshake. Agent ██████ was psychologically evaluated and later requested an amnestic, and for his name to be expunged from the official record. SCP-5980 willingly came into Foundation custody once apprehended. Cannibal Chin's was shut down using Cover Story 14 ("Health and Safety Violation") after four years of continuous operation. Interview 5980.4: Interviewer: Dr. Owen Andrews Interviewee: SCP-5980 Dr. Andrews: Tell me again what you were doing at the restaurant. SCP-5980: Growing food gets expensive, like, the costs was wayyy too steep man. I wish it 'didn't have to be that way, but when life gives ya lemons. Dr. Andrews: Right, of course. SCP-5980: Didja try the Finger Fries? Dr. Andrews: I'm afraid not. SCP-5980 holds out a finger. SCP-5980: Tastes jus like chicken, I swear. Mmm mmm mmm! Have a bite, it doesn't hurt. Dr. Andrews: Umm… Noo… Thanks? I had something to eat already. SCP-5980: Suit yourself, man. You're missing out. Dr. Andrews: How exactly did you make the items on the menu? SCP-5980: Oh, that's easy. I crank up the heat real high if the water's running low, and I keep all my spare meat n' shit in the cooler. God, I think I'd die if I made every order at once. Dr. Andrews: And what did people say to you when they found out that you were the source of their meals? SCP-5980: Eh, forget about it. I didn't do nothing wrong. They're just a bunch of unappreciative bastards is all. Dr. Andrews: That'll be all for now. Addendum 5980.3: The following is a list of items found on the menu of Cannibal Chin's. Meatburger | Sm - 4.65 | Md 5.96 | Lg 7.82 Finger Fries | Sm - 1.99 | Md - 2.99 | Lg 3.99 Lemonade | 3.99 Chin's special chocolate | 5.00 Water | Free Inside-Out Milkshake | Sm 3.99 | Md 4.99 | Lg 5.99 - Available in Chocolate, Mint, Vanilla and Strawberry |
SCP-5981 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5981 Special Containment Procedures: Each road leading into the supposed location of SCP-5981 has been closed off under the cover story that a chemical leak has rendered the area uninhabitable. Keyword Search Crawler #198 ("Operator") is to remove any mention of "Nuke City" from the internet. The cadaver of SCP-5981-2 is to be kept frozen in the Cadaver Storage Sector of Site-19 for further research. Description: SCP-5981 is a fictional city, named "Nuke City," supposedly located on the intersection of U.S. Route 93 and U.S. 93 Alternate. According to accounts, SCP-5981 was founded in the early 1940's, but was the subject of a nuclear strike1 in 1966, destroying most of the city. However, most of the city's inhabitants survived this attack, only to become mutated2. Of note is that SCP-5981 is not a memetic agent; in fact, most subjects will not believe that SCP-5981 exists, and no future consequences will occur. Subjects who both believe that SCP-5981 exists and attempt to visit SCP-5981 will disappear from reality shortly after entering SCP-5981's "city limits". It is of note that subjects who visit "SCP-5981" without being informed of SCP-5981's existence will not find SCP-5981, but rather an abandoned Department of Transportation building. After subjects leave SCP-5981, they will often3 reappear in reality with memories of visiting SCP-5981. Occasionally, they will return with paraphernalia related to SCP-5981, designated SCP-5981-1. Some instances of SCP-5981-1 include: T-Shirts with slogans such as "I survived Nuke City!" and "We'll Never Forgive [various nations] for Nuke City!" Vials of nuclear byproducts. Photographic and video media. These do not appear to be doctored, and show that "Nuke City" is a thriving suburban metropolis populated with mutated humans. Negotiable U.S. currency, supposedly won in SCP-5981's many casinos. Assorted paraphernalia from "Nuke Slides," which is supposedly SCP-5981's "world famous water park." Irradiated rubble. SCP-5981-2. See Incident Reports for more information. Aside from SCP-5981-2, none of the supposed mutants living in SCP-5981 have left the city. Additional Notes: The original propagation of SCP-5981 was in Season 13, Episode 7 of the animated sitcom Family Guy, titled "Nuke City". In this episode, main character Brian Griffin begins to date a woman who he later discovers has been mutated to have gills. In spite of this, Brian still resolves to continue seeing this woman. Brian and his family are later invited to visit the woman's family in SCP-5981. After several minutes of hi-jinks, mostly due to Brian's owner, Peter Griffin, having an infatuation with the city, the woman's father is revealed to have only invited the Griffin family in order to kidnap the family's baby, Stewie Griffin. The episode ends with the kidnapper being pushed into a nuclear reactor. This causes a nuclear explosion which destroys SCP-5981 once again, but not before the Griffins escape. A full video transcript of this episode can be found in Document 5981-GRIFFIN. This episode was met with general acclaim, and internet searches for "Nuke City" increased by over 5000% after the episode aired. Seven minutes after the episode premiered on Fox, the website "visitnukecity.com4" appeared, providing bus tickets to, tours of, and paraphernalia related to SCP-5981. It is estimated that 200,000 civilians visited SCP-5981 before Foundation leadership realized that SCP-5981 was anomalous. Seth MacFarlane, the executive producer of Family Guy, was forced to produce a statement asserting that SCP-5981 was not real and simply an element of fiction. In addition, the Foundation encouraged the removal of the episode in question from public distribution, under the pretense that it encouraged dangerous activity. After three months, it was determined that public knowledge of SCP-5981 was low enough that more aggressive measures could be taken to suppress it; see Special Containment Procedures for current protocol. Shortly after this incident, the staff and crew of Family Guy were interviewed by the Foundation for information on SCP-5981. Most staff members asserted that SCP-5981 was real, and that the episode was an attempt to shine light on a lesser known tourist destination. The sole exception was Seth MacFarlane, who explained that he had originally intended for the episode to be a homage to an earlier episode where the world of Family Guy was destroyed in a nuclear explosion, but the plot was modified by the writing staff due to fears of viewers not being able to recall the earlier episode. However, when under hypnosis, MacFarlane revealed that he had been approached by a man clothed in black robes and a cone-shaped hood prior to the episode's conception. This man, who MacFarlane associated with a heavy sense of fear, instructed him to produce an episode about Nuke Town, specifically involving Peter Griffin murdering a resident by pushing them into a nuclear reactor. This memory had been suppressed via unknown means. Addendum: Incident Reports Incident A - Georgia resident Paul ████████ did not return to reality after "visiting" SCP-5981. A letter was sent to ████████'s family from the "Nuke City Hospital", explaining that ████████ had been killed due to a motorcycle accident. Attempts to trace the origin of this letter failed. A similar incident has occurred for all people who have not returned from SCP-5981. Incident B - New Hampshire resident Jack ███████ was severely hurt in a showdown with one of SCP-5981's street gangs, but survived. Blood analysis of Jack ███████ after his visit to SCP-5981 showed an increased number of irradiated particles in his blood. In spite of this, no ill effects aside from gunshot wounds were noted. Incident C - Cartoon Network, a television channel, created a contract with Radioactive Studios, an animation studio located in SCP-5981. Executives at Cartoon Network received a tape containing an entire season of "Dog Days", a cartoon revolving around three animated mutant dogs and their lives. This tape has since been seized by the Foundation. Incident D - Nevada resident Mary █████ disappeared from reality for a record seven months, before returning pregnant. █████ had reportedly conceived a child with one of the "mutants" within SCP-5981. █████ was brought to Site-21 and the fetus was designated SCP-5981-2. SCP-5981-2 lived for 33 minutes after birth, before perishing due to internal hemorrhaging and radiation sickness. It is of note that SCP-5981-2 was born with seven extra eyes and an additional organ resembling a liver. Genetic testing of the cadaver of SCP-5981-2 indicated three biological parents, none of which were Mary █████. Incident E - During a wage dispute, a janitor pushed a plant worker into the nuclear reactor of SCP-5981's main power plant. This led to a chain reaction causing the power plant to detonate, destroying a large portion of SCP-5981's area. This incident killed seven politicians, including Senator Leopold, who was visiting SCP-5981 in order to offer the city a grant for improved research on radiation sickness. A cover story for the deaths of the politicians has been fabricated and released to the public. Footnotes 1. The perpetrator of this nuclear strike is inconsistent between accounts. Approximately 37% of those surveyed state that the nuclear strike originated from the Soviet Union, 31% blame Cuba, 21% assert that it was an accidental nuclear detonation by U.S. military personnel, 5% blame Australia, and 2% blame the Daevite Empire, despite the fact that it did not exist at this point in time. Most surveyed are unable to produce geopolitical situations that would not only lead to this strike, but also not lead to a complete nuclear war. 2. Despite the fact that mutations of this sort are often fatal, most of these mutations are often profitable, such as the growth of new, fully functional limbs 3. The survival rate of SCP-5981 is approximately 98.5%, much higher than would be expected for a site contaminated with nuclear fallout. 4. Tentatively designated SCP-5981-A. The source of this website is unknown; the credit card for which the domain name was registered with was a burner, and the domain was registered under the name "John Nukecity". SCP-5981-A has been taken down, and it has not appeared since. 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SCP-5982 | neutralized | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/5982 LEVEL 4/5982 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5982 Neutralized SCP-5982, prior to Incident WEEPING GYRE. Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-5982 was the Kucsoo Commune, an intentional community founded some time in the 1960s in Big Sur, California. Kucsoo was a spiritual healing and improvement center, and openly accepted visitors free of charge. The original Kucsoo compound consisted of four communal sleeping cabins, a large farm, and a number of multipurpose facilities — all buildings were constructed by residents, with no outside contact. At its peak in 1994, Kucsoo was believed to house 80 residents. Kucsoo is believed to have been founded by one C.H Jones, first & middle name unknown, a drifter and transient from Alabama. Few records are available of Jones' life; he is believed to have fought in Vietnam and remained there until 1981. The only records following his arrival in the United States are two arrests records: one in 1983 for vagrancy in Memphis, Tennesee, and one in 1985 for petty larceny in Kansas City. No jail time appears to have been served. It is unclear why these arrest reports do not include his first or middle name. At some point in the late 1980s, Jones is believed to have constructed or stumbled upon the Kucsoo site. Through word-of-mouth, the location developed a reputation as a safe haven for the various drifters in the area. As it expanded, the commune steadily became increasingly spiritual and self-improvement focused. It steadily grew in population, and eventually brought in non-local followers from out of town, attracted by stories about Jones' healing and spiritual abilities. The Foundation became aware of Kucsoo in 1990, but it was considered a relatively low priority minor group of interest. However, the FBIUIU became aware of the site independently in 1991 and began investigating. Following an increase of testimonies regarding anomalous happenings in the commune, an infiltration operation was authorized in 1992, under the name Operation Plaster Nazarene. Foundation involvement began in 1994, during Foundation Incident WEEPING GYRE. Following the conclusion of Incident WEEPING GYRE, FBIUIU records regarding SCP-5982 have been voluntarily surrendered to the Foundation. Addendum 5982.1 FBIUIU INTERVIEW LOG — ALAN HOWELL ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWER: FBIUIU Agent Gianna White SUBJECT: Alan Howell «BEGIN LOG» WHITE: Hello, Mr. Howell. HOWELL: Er, hello ma'am. How do you do? WHITE: I'm doing fine, thank you. I was told you have information for us. HOWELL: Yes, ma'am. About the guys in Big Sur. Kucsoo. WHITE: Right. What can you tell me about the place? HOWELL: It's real nice, ma'am. It's a few miles up from the beach, so you can stand on the cliffs and feel the ocean breeze. We built all the buildings ourselves, there's a little garden-farm near the edge of the property. WHITE: Sounds very self-reliant. You get your own food and water, make your own buildings — what do you depend on the outside for? HOWELL: Money, mostly. We'd go out and sell some of our extra produce at farmer's markets. And other stuff. WHITE: Other stuff? [HOWELL is visibly agitated.] HOWELL: I- yeah. Jones would- okay, you need to understand — most of these people were drifters, right? Thieves, junkies… prostitutes. Scum of good society and all that. Hell, I was a dope fiend before I found the place. But Jones, this guy comes along and gives you a purpose? A place to live, no strings attached beyond pulling your weight and getting off your addiction? You'd do anything for him, right? Anyone would do anything for him. WHITE: What other stuff, Mr. Howell? HOWELL: I told you… some of these people were prostitutes. Some of them were just teenagers. WHITE: Oh. I see. What did you need the money for? HOWELL: I don't know. Jones said he'd assume the burden of bookkeeping for us so that we could focus on the Lord. WHITE: Was there a strong religious slant to Kucsoo? [HOWELL snorts.] HOWELL: Was there. Jones acted like he was the second coming. Pretty sure he thought it too. He'd have sermons and shit on Sundays, talking about the virtues of work and all that. WHITE: What else can you tell me about Jones? HOWELL: Sorry, ma'am, not much. I don't know too much about him, not even his name. He always tells us to call him Conehead, Conehead Jones. Don't think anybody did; he says that he shed his old life to service us better. He's gotten around, though. I asked him about a scar once; he said he got it in 'Nam, then got angry and dropped the subject. But he doesn't look a day over thirty-five. WHITE: I see. Anything else? Religious beliefs, maybe? Anything unique? HOWELL: Well, you could say that. He doesn't beli- doesn't preach like any other churches. They talk about how God's mercy is infinite. He talks about the Lord like… like an opponent. He says that the Lord is angry and vengeful at man's disobedience. I know that he's not… he doesn't strike me as a conman. I think he believes everything that he says. WHITE: And how does he convince people to join? HOWELL: Miracles. Look, I know it sounds far-fetched, I didn't believe it either. But I seen it happen. I seen him whisper at the pump and make it gush champagne. I seen him bless a crippled kid and the kid start walking the next day! More things, too. WHITE: I see. What convinced you to leave? HOWELL: My sister. WHITE: She wanted to leave? HOWELL: No. She loves him. She married him. She's having his fuckin' kid, for Chrissake. WHITE: Cult leaders tend to take many wiv- HOWELL: No, ma'am, you don't get it. Me and my sister have been real close our entire lives; she's never been into fellas. Certainly never wanted children. Not since school, not since college. And now she's havin' his fuckin kid, after knowing him for two months. That's not right. WHITE: I see. Thank you for your time, Mr. Howell. We'll be sure to look into this. HOWELL: Yeah, thanks. Just, try to get my sister out of there, if you can. Please. And take this, too — I figure it'll help you figure what kind of psycho you're dealing with. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5982.2 SERMON EXCERPT ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN EXCERPT» Hey, guys! How y'all doing? Good, good. Beautiful day, isn't it? Yeah, yeah. So you might be wondering why we're not out there, huh? Tending to the gardens and farm, taking advantage of the beautiful weather? There'll always be time for Scripture, for sermons, for these things, right? Yeah, that's not true. It's wrong, in fact. Y'see, that's the mindset. That's the exact mindset that led humans to where we are in the world today. Constantly delaying, constantly procrastinating. Because that's what we do! We delay and procrastinate on the things that really matter, and fill our time with meaningless distraction. Humanity has delayed and procrastinated on caring about the Lord and only the Lord for so long, it's not very happy with us. No, sir. Sarah! If your children weren't obeying you, how would you feel? Right, terrible. You birthed them and now they won't even give you the time of day, it feels awful. John, if your son disrespected you, what would you do? Yeah, of course. You'd teach him to respect you. By any means necessary. And your children are only a few years old, guys. We've had hundreds of years to get our act together and pay the Lord its due. Would you wait that long? No, that's what I thought. And the Lord ain't waitin' either. I've said it before and I'll say it again, we don't have time to spare. We're not just in time, and we're certainly not early. It's already too late. The Rapture is happening, it's been happening, right under our long noses. But we can't see, because we're blinded by, that's right, those got-damn Earthly distractions. But does that mean you shouldn't try? You gotta try! That's what we're made for; we got a lot, a lot of flaws in us, but one of the greatest gifts we ever got was perseverance. Even in the face of overwhelmin' odds. You can either lay down, roll over, and accept your fate, or you can try and fix your mistakes and ensure that your soul makes it to the next world intact. «END EXCERPT» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5982.3 FBIUIU SURVEILLANCE PROFILE — C. H. JONES ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ CODENAME: ELVIS Long-distance reconaissance photo of C. H. "Conehead" Jones. NAME: C. H. Jones (first and middle names unknown) ALIASES: Conehead ALERT LEVEL: Beta DOB/AGE: Unknown/Unknown PHYSICAL DESC: White male, appears to be in mid to late 30s. Shaved head, black beard. 6'0 tall, walks with limp on right leg. ABILITY DESC: Believed to possess natural reality-warping capabilities. Uses these to force his will on individuals. In addition, larger groups of enthralled individuals increase the power of his abilities, creating a positive feedback loop increasing his power. Highly charismatic; unclear if this is preternatural. DETAILS: Current leader of the Kucsoo Commune, a spiritualist cult based ██.██ miles north-by-northeast of Big Sur, California. Believed to have fought in the Vietnam War, only returning to the United States in 1981. Arrested in 1983 and 1985 in Memphis and Kansas City. Believed to have arrived in Big Sur in 1987 based on local interviews. Has amassed a reputation as a local messiah and community organizer. Interviews with individuals who have left Kucsoo prove difficult, as they are hesitant to divulge any sensitive information. Visual surveillance of the compound reveal that ELVIS leads sermons and group events at the compound every day. His private residence is secluded at the edge of the compound; he has been sighted here with female cultists in the evenings. RECORDED PRETERNATURAL EVENTS, ABRIDGED ELVIS sighted by local authorities investigating reports of squatters in the woods. Authorities approached with guns drawn. ELVIS rendered officers unconscious without movement, and stripped them of useful materials before departing. Neither officer recalled the incident. ELVIS and several male followers sighted in local town purchasing supplies. After refusing payment, the shopowner allowed them to take large amounts of produce and chemicals free of charge. Shopkeeper recalls incident, but claims it was his religious obligation. Male resident of Kucsoo sighted in local bar, relaying story of how he had been ejected from the community due to 'ungodly urges'. Man was severely injured but denied treatment, and described ELVIS beating him despite his comparatively larger build. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5982.4 FBIUIU PLASTER NAZARENE RECORDS ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Following Mr. Howell's testimony, the latest in a series alleging anomalous activity at Kucsoo, the FBIUIU began Operation Plaster Nazarene and inserted Special Agent Gianna White into Kucsoo under deep-cover as a former prostitute with a heroin addiction. Additionally, covert surveillance cameras were placed in the trees around Kucsoo, providing visual reconnaissance. «BEGIN EXCERPTS» CAMERA 2 21:20, DAY 1 [View of central bonfire in the compound. Approximately two dozen residents are gathered around the bonfire, sitting on the ground. The smoke hangs low to the ground. JONES is standing and addressing the crowd, gesticulating as he speaks. The crowd roars with laughter. After a few minutes of speaking, he motions to WHITE, who stands. The crowd raise their drinks and welcome WHITE in unison. JONES claps WHITE on the back. These festivities continue until 22:05, when the bonfire dies down and the gathered residents disperse into their sleeping quarters.] CAMERA 3 10:50, DAY 3 [View of garden. WHITE is watering the plants with a few other residents. They are singing or chanting in unison as they work. One of the workers drops a basket of vegetables. The chanting or singing stops and all other workers stare at him. He immediately drops to the ground and collect the dropped food in the basket before putting his hands together and praying for a few seconds. A moment after, he stands up and make a beeline for the chapel. No one other than WHITE regards this as abnormal. All continue working, but without chanting or singing. The worker does not return for the remainder of the work session.] CAMERA 8 23:35, DAY 10 [View of a secluded area of the compound, close to the beach cliffs. A group of residents, among them WHITE and JONES, are lying on the grass face up looking at the stars. They chat and laugh, with WHITE instigating conversation between the pair. They remain like this for almost an hour before departing.] CAMERA 3 10:45, DAY 16 [View of garden. WHITE is tending the plants with a handful of residents. She comes across a large carrot green portruding from the ground. She attempts to pull it out, but fails after several minutes of effort. She asks one of the other workers for assistance, but they also fail to pull it out. She gives up, and tends to other plants with no complications.] CAMERA 6 17:15, DAY 25 [View of the front of a side storage building. A man opens the door and exits at a brisk pace. Behind him, JONES and two male senior residents exit, shouting. The man stops and turns around, angrily shouting back. They exchange words for a few minutes. The man gesticulates some sort of explosion before displaying JONES his middle finger. JONES' expression sours and he raises his hand forward, clenching his fist. Instantly, the man's left leg bends backwards at a sharp angle, quickly followed by his right. His mouth opens in a scream and he collapses. The two men behind JONES quickly move to pick him up and roughly drag him into the main building. JONES follows behind them.] CAMERA 3 10:35, DAY 35 [View of garden. WHITE is harvesting the vegetables. She works with a small group, who appear to be listening to her orders. She harvests all other plants, but the large carrot green remains. It appears to have grown significantly. She attempts to pull it out, but fails. She does not attempt again.] CAMERA 2 21:35, DAY 54 [View of central bonfire in the compound. The fire is blazing, and the majority of residents are gathered in the area. They sit in small groups, chatting. JONES stands up and addresses the crowd. He is gesticulating wildly as he speaks, motioning around the campground. Most residents appear intensely focused on his speech, but several are visibly disturbed. After ten minutes of speaking, he sits next to WHITE, and they speak to each other. WHITE is surrounded by several empty bottles. The residents resume their festivities, though considerably muted in tone.] CAMERA 5 23:45, DAY 54 [View of the front of Jones' cabin. He is laughing and walking towards the entrance to his building, holding a bottle and dragging WHITE behind him. She is frowning and subtly resisting, but is clearly heavily inebriated, leaving her movement weak. They reach the cabin entrance and JONES forces her in, before closing and locking the door behind him.] CAMERA 3 01:35, DAY 55 [View of garden at night. WHITE is tending the plants alone, undressed and in a state of distress. After harvesting the few plants remaining, only the large carrot green remains. It has grown noticeably larger. She approaches it with a shovel, intending to dig it out. However, as soon as she impales the shovel into the ground and pulls the carrot green to stabilize it, the dirt gives way. She falls back, holding the carrot. It is the size of her torso and highly deformed, splitting apart and spreading into 5 equidistant tendrils. She gasps through her tears.] «END EXCERPTS» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5982.5 INCIDENT WEEPING GYRE SUMMARY ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INCIDENT WEEPING GYRE On day 51 of Operation Plaster Nazarene, MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") agents embedded within the U.S Postal Inspection Service discovered shipments of grenade casings and ammunition for high-caliber rifles being shipped to Kucsoo under a false identity. Aware of Operation Plaster Nazarene, the Foundation forwarded this information to FBIUIU liaisons who began compiling a case with it. However, after the events of day 55 and the unknown condition of Special Agent Gianna White, it was decided that the FBI, along with Foundation reinforcements, would execute a search warrant on the Kucsoo Commune as soon as possible. FBIUIU forward convoy, Foundation reinforcements out of frame. JUNE 5TH, 1995 04:34: Search warrant for Kucsoo authorized by Judge ████ ███████ on grounds of possible organized sexual exploitation and illegal possession of firearms. 08:12: FBUIU convoy departs FBI field office in San Francisco. 09:32: FBIUIU convoy and MTF Iota-9 ("0th Anti-Cult Regiment") rendezvous at Site-45. 10:56: Joint convoy SIERRA FOXTROT begins approach to Kucsoo. 11:34: Two miles from Kucsoo main gate, three cultists attempt to stop convoy and are apprehended. ELVIS is somehow alerted and the main gate is closed from the inside. 11:40: Convoy resumes approach. 11:50: Convoy stops at barred main gate. Attempts to convince cultists to open the gate over loudspeaker. 12:02: Attempts fail. Battering ram deployed. 12:11: Gate shatters. Convoy proceeds into inner Kucsoo compound. ELVIS, his inner circle, and several female and juvenile cultists escape into the central building. 12:14: Convoy forces engage in extended firefight with remaining cultists. Full documentation of firefight available at Incident WEEPING GYRE Adjunct Documentation: SIERRA FOXTROT Firefight Log. 12:57: Firefight ends with cultist surrender. Twenty-one cultist casualties, six additional self-inflicted casualties. Four casualties from SIERRA FOXTROT forces. 01:15: Surviving cultists engaged in firefight apprehended and detained. Perimeter established around main building. 01:27: Search of compound and detained cultists confirms FBIUIU Special Agent Gianna White is among the cultists held in the main buildings. 01:48: Communication line established with main building. FBIUIU negotiators make contact with ELVIS and attempt to persuade him to surrender. ELVIS demands food and water for all hostages, threatening violence. Negotiators acquiesce. 01:55: SIERRA FOXTROT forces dig in and prepare for a siege. JUNE 6TH, 1995 04:34: Signs of activity from within main building. Yelling and shouting audible; FBI Hostage Rescue Team readied, MTF Iota-9 Fireteam 2 standing by for backup. 04:42: Bright flash of light from inside of building, completely illuminating the surrounding area, coinciding with a sharp increase in Hume levels. Subsists for five seconds before ceasing. No further signs of activity for two minutes. 04:44: FBIHRT given greenlight to breach. 04:45: FBIHRT shatters door and moves into building's main area. No one is present. Team moves through house, clearing rooms. FBIUIU Special Agent Gianna White is found curled in a storage closet in a state of shock, and is safely extracted. MTF Iota-9 Fireteam 2 sweeps house again, finding no other individuals. No points of egress discovered. 04:49: FBIUIU Special Agent White given medical attention. 05:12: FBIHRT amnesticized. 05:19: Incident WEEPING GYRE concluded. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5982.6 AFTER-ACTION DEBRIEFING ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERVIEWER: Foundation Internal Security Agent Alexander Reno SUBJECT: FBIUIU Agent Gianna White «BEGIN LOG» RENO: Hello, Agent White. I'm Agent Reno. WHITE: Hello. RENO: You alright? I wouldn't blame you for being a bit shaken up, that was a hell of an ordeal. WHITE: No, no. I'm fine. Not my first rodeo, y'know? [Both chuckle.] RENO: Very admirable work out there. WHITE: Yeah, you guys really came in clutch. I've never actually seen one of those task forces in action; it's a hell of a thing. RENO: We're the best. No offense, of course. WHITE: Hard to take offense when you were pulling my ass out of that building. RENO: Right. That's what I'm here to ask about, actually. You seemed to be in shock, so we're not sure how much you remember, but- WHITE: You want to ask what happened in there. RENO: Yes. Whatever you can remember. WHITE: After the initial sighting of the convoy, Jones figured out what was happening. He holed up in the main building with his inner circle, the women and children, and the guns. He sent out some of the other men, armed, to man the gate. He knew they wouldn't be able to stop anyone, he was just getting rid of anyone might pull a gun on him under pressure. RENO: Your guys detained them, no casualties. Jones was right, he got rid of the people who wouldn't die for him. WHITE: Yeah. Then you guys pulled up and surrounded the house. I think that's when he lost it. One of his inner circle, Jamie.. he suggested that they give themselves up so that the women and kids could go free. Jones took him to the back room, and I heard thumping. I didn't see Jamie again. RENO: Jesus. WHITE: That too. He went really in on the preaching. For- how long were we in there? RENO: Thirty-one hours. WHITE: I- what? That's - that can't be right. It didn't feel like more than a few hours. Seven or eight. RENO: It was thirty-one hours, ma'am. We had clocks all over the place, and I was out there the whole time. WHITE: Shit. RENO: It's alright, we already know Jones was a reality-bender - -he was probably manipulating your perception of time. Just keep trying to remember. WHITE: Yeah. Well, for most of the time we were in there, however long it was, he was preaching. Like, insane evangelist, frothing at the mouth preaching. He's always been an energetic speaker but this was… something else. RENO: What was he preaching about? WHITE: Mostly about how this was the prophecied moment, the Romans were at the gates and that the Lord was waiting for them to make their choice. To ascend or be martyrs. RENO: For hours? WHITE: He is- was, a good preacher. RENO: Then the flash of light. What was that about? WHITE: He is- was, a good preacher. RENO: Jesus nuts usually are. WHITE: He wasn't a Jesus nut. RENO: What? WHITE: I just realized. He never talked about Jesus. In any of his sermons. It was always about the Lord, God, the Creator. RENO: He was all about God and the Rapture, though. WHITE: There's different gods. RENO: I suppose. Anyway, the flash of light. What was that about? WHITE: When he was finished, he said that he was sorry, but that he'd have to leave one person behind. Someone to spread the message, when everyone had been uplifted. But that he wouldn't force it on anyone; he wanted someone to volunteer. I raised my hand. RENO: Did anyone else? WHITE: Only one or two girls. None of the men. All of these people weren't just willing to die for him, they wanted to. RENO: And he picked you. WHITE: Yeah. He took my hand, led me to one of the storage rooms, and sat me down there. Hugged me. Started talking to me, like "I'm sorry, I have to leave you, but I know you'll make me proud, I'm sorry," just going on. But it didn't really feel like he was talking to… me. He told me to stop interrupting when I tried to speak. Then he closed the door and left me in there. I heard a loud…. whooshing, almost, and this weird clicking, like dolphin noises. And then the flash, and then… nothing. RENO: Right. We saw the flash - our plan was to breach by the end of the day if he didn't come out on his own, but the flash spurred us into action. We moved in; there was nobody in the house except for you. WHITE: Jamie's body? RENO: No one, Gianna. [WHITE nods.] WHITE: Alright. RENO: Thank you for your statement. I suppose it's a bit ironic; the person he chose to continue his insanity was the only one not loyal to him. [Both chuckle. WHITE lightly touches her belly.] WHITE: Yeah. Maybe he should've chosen someone else. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5982" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5982. Licensed under CC-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-5983 | thaumiel | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/5983 LEVEL 4/5983 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5983 Thaumiel An image captured from an SCP-5983 test. Special Containment Procedures: Testing of SCP-5983 is currently prohibited by O5 Directive (See Addendum 5983.2). Description: SCP-5983 is an anomalous relationship between the force of an explosion in Drawing County, Wyoming, and the efficiency of the New York City Subway. The specific equation for this relationship has not yet been deduced, but is understood to be proportional; the larger the yield of the explosion, the faster and smoother the subway will function for the day. Following its discovery in June of 2016, several tests with SCP-5983 were authorized to confirm its effects. Addendum 5983.1: Date Explosion Yield (kt TNT) Result 2016.6.27 0.05 No significant statistical rise in efficiency. However, researchers noted an unusually low number of complaints filed on the MTA's website. 2016.7.2 0.5 A delay on one line caused by damaged equipment was cleared much quicker than expected, allowing transit to resume faster. 2016.7.13 1 Trains operated exactly to estimated times, with no delays or earliness. 2016.7.23 2 Trains were ahead of schedule by several minutes. MTA staff took active action to maintain this; an employee once pulled a suicidal individual away from the tracks. It is unclear whether SCP-5983 affected this decision. 2016.8.1 3.5 Trains seemed to regularly defy reality and physics to reach destinations quickly. In one instance, a train began to simply teleport between stations. Kant counters failed to return an accurate measure of the area's Hume level, though this could be due to the ambient effects of the subway. [292 lines omitted] Addendum 5983.2: In 2018, it was found that an O5 Directive had led to SCP-5983 being tested 297 times since its discovery, occasionally multiple times a day. An official O5 vote was scheduled to decommission testing for SCP-5983. 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 Comments: O5-12 In my defense, if you've ever been on the 8:30 to Broadway, you'd want to nuke something too. More From This Author More From This Author Rounderhouse's Works SCPs SCP-3746 (+121) • SCP-2304 (+360) • SCP-5549 (+386) • SCP-5140 (+967) • SCP-5653 (+90) • SCP-8003 (+261) • SCP-4661 (+613) • SCP-6794 (+124) • SCP-6000 (+1238) • SCP-5929 (+212) • SCP-7288 (+210) • SCP-4549 (+111) • SCP-5376 (+249) • SCP-6196 (+143) • SCP-7976 (+365) • Tales/GoI Formats LAMB OF GOD (+83) • AFTER-ACTION REPORT - OPERATION HEAVING SPIRIT (+53) • Site-7: SEGFAULT (+62) • Do you like Huey Lewis and the News? (+82) • MTF Sigma-5 "Pumpkin Punchers" (+258) • Site-7: AUTOPSY (+70) • Agent Calendar's Hot Date: Divine Intervention (+94) • Rate My Director (+402) • FRATRICIDE: An Amoni-Ram Story (+88) • Site-7: TEMPEST (+126) • New Jersey State Police: Case 102-9381-23 (+34) • Director House Is A Cracker (And Other Lies You Can Tell Yourself) (+256) • The Boltmann Ambush (+91) • Site-7: WARPAINT (+143) • Files intercepted from Anderson Systems personnel (+96) • Other ROUNDERPAGE V2 (+562) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5983" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5983. Licensed under CC-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: splosion.jpg Name: Mushroom cloud Author: California National Guard License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5984 | keter | …WAN shall fall. Link To Guide Item#:5984 Clearance Level 3: Clearance SCP-5984 prior to its seizure by the Church of Maxwellism. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5984 poses a significant threat to the Veil's integrity, due to its size, capabilities and resemblance to a pop-cultural figure. Therefore, the Ethics Committee and Overseer Council have jointly approved the implementation of protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER. +Summary of Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER - Summary of Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER In the event that SCP-5984 is sighted in an a highly populated area, the Foundation is authorized to: Block off all roads leading in and out of the area. Disable internet access in a 10-mile radius. Deploy Mobile Task Force Omnicron-84 ("Power Beyond Imagination"), equipped with electromagnetic pulsar-capable weaponry, in an attempt to secure SCP-5984. If the above fails, evacuate and amnesticize all citizens before firing a NNEMP1 cruise missile to incapacitate SCP-5984. Once secured, SCP-5984 is to be transported to Armed Reliquary and Containment Area-02; specific containment measures are currently pending HMCL approval. Description: SCP-5984 is a 6.5 meter autonomous organism, resembling Optimus Prime from Paramount Pictures' Transformers adaptations. SCP-5984 was originally non-anomalous, used as a model to promote Dark of the Moon, the then-latest film entry in the series. However, after being acquired by the Church of Maxwellism through currently unknown means, it has been extensively modified from its original purpose. These modifications include: Replacement of non-functional joints with articulated, tungsten-alloyed steel Titanium-alloyed armor reinforcing various parts of its body Functional laser and plasma weaponry, such as shoulder cannons and an "ion blaster" replica on its back Integration of an Asimov-class artificial intelligence, capable of speech in a voice similar to actor Peter Cullen SCP-5984's primary purpose is a defensive measure against Neo-Nälkic attacks on Maxwellist churches and operational fronts, with an 98.5% average success rate across all ██ documented skirmishes. Because of its weaponry, these skirmishes invariably result in extensive collateral damage and fatalities, requiring costly cleanup and disinformation measures. In cases where it is in areas with civilian presence, SCP-5984 will check its fire or otherwise minimize use of its artillery in favor of precision melee attacks. Despite the presence of functional wheels on its lower half, SCP-5984 lacks "vehicle mode" capacity, presumably due to the laws of mass conservation. Therefore, transportation is achieved solely by foot or activation of a remote teleportation system by Maxwellist operatives. Conventional weapons have little to no effect on SCP-5984 beyond cosmetic damage, but it is able to be temporarily subdued2 by electromagnetic pulses. While SCP-5984 has enacted increasingly complex countermeasures in an attempt to mitigate, they have been the most consistently successful stopgap used in Foundation encounters. Thus, their usage has been implemented into Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER. Abridged Timeline of Significant SCP-5984 Events: 20 March 2011: SCP-5984, in its initial non-anomalous form, is installed in ██████, ██ as part of Transformers: Dark of the Moon's promotional campaign. 29 June 2011: Transformers: Dark of the Moon releases in the United States. 10 July 2011: One day prior to its scheduled removal, SCP-5984 is seized by the Church of Maxwellism. A joint investigation by Hasbro Incorporated and Paramount Pictures' parent company Viacom Incorporated yields no results. Records of this investigation were seized, and relevant employees amnesticized, retroactively after the events of 8 July 2016. Circa 11 July 2011 to 8 May 2016: SCP-5984 is modified by the Church. 13 May 2016: First skirmish between SCP-5984 and Nälkic forces, during a raid on Our Lady of Saint Hedwig in Reno, Nevada. The Foundation arrived one hour after its conclusion, with the sole surviving Nälkite obliquely referring to SCP-5984 as an "artificial abomination" before expiring. Attempts at retrieving statements from Maxwellist members are met with non-compliance. 8 July 2016: First SCP-5984 and Nälkite battle directly witnessed by the Foundation, in the streets surrounding Maxwellist front company Clockwork Microprocessors in Sunnyvale, California. Mobile Task Force Mu-98 intervenes in the skirmish and is met with hostility by the Nälkites, while SCP-5984 does not engage against Foundation personnel. After elimination of all combatants, SCP-5984 dematerializes. Class-E amnestics are dispersed among eyewitnesses, with cleanup measure "ROAD WORK" put into place. 7 May 2017: First discovery of SCP-5984's vulnerability to electromagnetic pulses, after a battle between it and twenty SK-BIO Type 001 "Behemoths" at a Maxwellist-controlled power station in Portland, Oregon damages the equipment. This resulted in an electrostatic discharge that fatally electrocuted the Type 001s and renders SCP-5984 incapacitated. Remote teleportation is activated before Foundation personnel can secure SCP-5984. 9 June 2017: The proposal for Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER is submitted to the Overseer Council, who in turn submit it to the Ethics Committee. 12 June 2017: The Ethics Committee approves Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER with a 25-3-2 vote, with Council following suit with a vote of 10-2-1. Mobile Task Force Omnicron-84 is established shortly afterwards. 18 June 2017: First attempt at the implementation of Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER in Chicago, Illinois fails. Further information requires Level Four or higher clearance. 30 August 2017: Person of Interest-8365, a high-ranking member of the Church of Maxwellism's Hedwigian denomination presumed to have ties to SCP-5984, agrees to an interview with Foundation personnel. See Interview-5984. Interview 5984: Interviewed: PoI-8365 (Stanley Budiansky) Interviewer: Doctor Dennis Witwica <Begin Log> Dr. Witwica: SCP-5984 has been giving our organization quite the headache, Mr. Budiansky. PoI-8365: …Oh, you're referring to the mech. I do apologize for the trouble it's caused. But sometimes our war against The Flesh requires some…overt measures. Dr. Witwica: Hmm, these "overt measures", as you put them, require us to put millions of dollars in damage control. Moving along…why Optimus Prime? Surely, your church could manufacture something of SCP-5984's capabilities without having to use such a recognizable figure. PoI-8365: It took us almost five years to complete, even with the framework already there for us. Even with our resources, AI development and gathering the necessary materials isn't cheap. I thought your organization, of all things, would understand this. (pause) PoI-8365: There's also something that resonates with us, this series. Two diametrically opposed factions, engaged in a battle that started millennia ago and may go for many millennia more. "One shall stand, one shall fall…" Dr. Witwica: Noted. But why go all the way, with the voice? Seems unnecessary, no? PoI-8365: (Laughs) Wouldn't you, given the chance? Dr. Witwica: …This interview is concluded. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Non-Nuclear Electromagnetic Pulse 2. Duration of incapacitation has ranged from five minutes to one hour, depending on voltage levels. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5984" by newnykacolaquantum, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5984. Licensed under CC-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: Optimus.jpg Name: Optimus Prime Model Author: Wang65 License: Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0) Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5984 | uncontained | …WAN shall fall. Link To Guide Item#:5984 Clearance Level 3: Clearance SCP-5984 prior to its seizure by the Church of Maxwellism. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5984 poses a significant threat to the Veil's integrity, due to its size, capabilities and resemblance to a pop-cultural figure. Therefore, the Ethics Committee and Overseer Council have jointly approved the implementation of protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER. +Summary of Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER - Summary of Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER In the event that SCP-5984 is sighted in an a highly populated area, the Foundation is authorized to: Block off all roads leading in and out of the area. Disable internet access in a 10-mile radius. Deploy Mobile Task Force Omnicron-84 ("Power Beyond Imagination"), equipped with electromagnetic pulsar-capable weaponry, in an attempt to secure SCP-5984. If the above fails, evacuate and amnesticize all citizens before firing a NNEMP1 cruise missile to incapacitate SCP-5984. Once secured, SCP-5984 is to be transported to Armed Reliquary and Containment Area-02; specific containment measures are currently pending HMCL approval. Description: SCP-5984 is a 6.5 meter autonomous organism, resembling Optimus Prime from Paramount Pictures' Transformers adaptations. SCP-5984 was originally non-anomalous, used as a model to promote Dark of the Moon, the then-latest film entry in the series. However, after being acquired by the Church of Maxwellism through currently unknown means, it has been extensively modified from its original purpose. These modifications include: Replacement of non-functional joints with articulated, tungsten-alloyed steel Titanium-alloyed armor reinforcing various parts of its body Functional laser and plasma weaponry, such as shoulder cannons and an "ion blaster" replica on its back Integration of an Asimov-class artificial intelligence, capable of speech in a voice similar to actor Peter Cullen SCP-5984's primary purpose is a defensive measure against Neo-Nälkic attacks on Maxwellist churches and operational fronts, with an 98.5% average success rate across all ██ documented skirmishes. Because of its weaponry, these skirmishes invariably result in extensive collateral damage and fatalities, requiring costly cleanup and disinformation measures. In cases where it is in areas with civilian presence, SCP-5984 will check its fire or otherwise minimize use of its artillery in favor of precision melee attacks. Despite the presence of functional wheels on its lower half, SCP-5984 lacks "vehicle mode" capacity, presumably due to the laws of mass conservation. Therefore, transportation is achieved solely by foot or activation of a remote teleportation system by Maxwellist operatives. Conventional weapons have little to no effect on SCP-5984 beyond cosmetic damage, but it is able to be temporarily subdued2 by electromagnetic pulses. While SCP-5984 has enacted increasingly complex countermeasures in an attempt to mitigate, they have been the most consistently successful stopgap used in Foundation encounters. Thus, their usage has been implemented into Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER. Abridged Timeline of Significant SCP-5984 Events: 20 March 2011: SCP-5984, in its initial non-anomalous form, is installed in ██████, ██ as part of Transformers: Dark of the Moon's promotional campaign. 29 June 2011: Transformers: Dark of the Moon releases in the United States. 10 July 2011: One day prior to its scheduled removal, SCP-5984 is seized by the Church of Maxwellism. A joint investigation by Hasbro Incorporated and Paramount Pictures' parent company Viacom Incorporated yields no results. Records of this investigation were seized, and relevant employees amnesticized, retroactively after the events of 8 July 2016. Circa 11 July 2011 to 8 May 2016: SCP-5984 is modified by the Church. 13 May 2016: First skirmish between SCP-5984 and Nälkic forces, during a raid on Our Lady of Saint Hedwig in Reno, Nevada. The Foundation arrived one hour after its conclusion, with the sole surviving Nälkite obliquely referring to SCP-5984 as an "artificial abomination" before expiring. Attempts at retrieving statements from Maxwellist members are met with non-compliance. 8 July 2016: First SCP-5984 and Nälkite battle directly witnessed by the Foundation, in the streets surrounding Maxwellist front company Clockwork Microprocessors in Sunnyvale, California. Mobile Task Force Mu-98 intervenes in the skirmish and is met with hostility by the Nälkites, while SCP-5984 does not engage against Foundation personnel. After elimination of all combatants, SCP-5984 dematerializes. Class-E amnestics are dispersed among eyewitnesses, with cleanup measure "ROAD WORK" put into place. 7 May 2017: First discovery of SCP-5984's vulnerability to electromagnetic pulses, after a battle between it and twenty SK-BIO Type 001 "Behemoths" at a Maxwellist-controlled power station in Portland, Oregon damages the equipment. This resulted in an electrostatic discharge that fatally electrocuted the Type 001s and renders SCP-5984 incapacitated. Remote teleportation is activated before Foundation personnel can secure SCP-5984. 9 June 2017: The proposal for Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER is submitted to the Overseer Council, who in turn submit it to the Ethics Committee. 12 June 2017: The Ethics Committee approves Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER with a 25-3-2 vote, with Council following suit with a vote of 10-2-1. Mobile Task Force Omnicron-84 is established shortly afterwards. 18 June 2017: First attempt at the implementation of Protocol CIRCUIT BREAKER in Chicago, Illinois fails. Further information requires Level Four or higher clearance. 30 August 2017: Person of Interest-8365, a high-ranking member of the Church of Maxwellism's Hedwigian denomination presumed to have ties to SCP-5984, agrees to an interview with Foundation personnel. See Interview-5984. Interview 5984: Interviewed: PoI-8365 (Stanley Budiansky) Interviewer: Doctor Dennis Witwica <Begin Log> Dr. Witwica: SCP-5984 has been giving our organization quite the headache, Mr. Budiansky. PoI-8365: …Oh, you're referring to the mech. I do apologize for the trouble it's caused. But sometimes our war against The Flesh requires some…overt measures. Dr. Witwica: Hmm, these "overt measures", as you put them, require us to put millions of dollars in damage control. Moving along…why Optimus Prime? Surely, your church could manufacture something of SCP-5984's capabilities without having to use such a recognizable figure. PoI-8365: It took us almost five years to complete, even with the framework already there for us. Even with our resources, AI development and gathering the necessary materials isn't cheap. I thought your organization, of all things, would understand this. (pause) PoI-8365: There's also something that resonates with us, this series. Two diametrically opposed factions, engaged in a battle that started millennia ago and may go for many millennia more. "One shall stand, one shall fall…" Dr. Witwica: Noted. But why go all the way, with the voice? Seems unnecessary, no? PoI-8365: (Laughs) Wouldn't you, given the chance? Dr. Witwica: …This interview is concluded. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Non-Nuclear Electromagnetic Pulse 2. Duration of incapacitation has ranged from five minutes to one hour, depending on voltage levels. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5984" by newnykacolaquantum, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5984. Licensed under CC-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: Optimus.jpg Name: Optimus Prime Model Author: Wang65 License: Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0) Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5985 | euclid | Item#: 5985 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: MTF Omega-1 ("Zen Eternal") agents have been assigned to guard the vicinity of the temple disguised as Cultural Preservation Troops. As of Incident Firechild (refer to Discovery Log), only individuals with Level 4 Clearance or above are allowed entrance. Any physical contact with SCP-5985 is strictly forbidden outside of experimentation. Noise-cancelling headphones are to be equipped when within the monks' 20m zone of influence, and they are to be observed periodically for any signs of irregularity or abnormality. Any detectable change in respiratory rate, muscle movement, immobility, and behavior, is to be reported immediately to Dr. Damien, Dr. Vidyarthi, or any available Level 4 researcher. For now, communication with SCP-5985-1 is restricted to Dr. Vidyarthi. No one beyond Dr. Vidyarthi is cleared to assume communication procedures. A maximum of four personnel are to be assigned as security during communication with. In the event that the Dr. Vidyarthi is likely to enter the critical stages of transmigration with SCP-5985, he is to be uninterrupted. Additional personnel present are to observe and record Dr. Vidyarthi's physical state without interfering. Description: SCP-5985 is a body of fluid, resting in a 5 x 8 meter oval pool, situated within the ██████ Temple, a Buddhist enclosure 64km away from Kathmandu, Nepal. The external appearance of SCP-5985 has no visual difference that could be discerned from any instance of water. Conversely, its chemical composition remains unknown, due to its adverse nature with experimentations. It maintains an unchanging internal temperature of 15°C. SCP-5985 maintains its liquid form, and does not react to boiling or freezing methods.1. Efforts to remove any amount of SCP-5985 from the pool have failed. Samples of SCP-5985 recede back to the pool when they are carried 20 meters away from their source. An instance of SCP-5985 can phase through any material on its trajectory, until it reaches the pool. This instance of intangibility is observed to be nonhazardous. Thus, a mobile lab has been established for future tests. SCP-5985 is surrounded by seven, octogenarian Buddhist monks meditating in a lotus pose, designated collectively as SCP-5985-A. They display no signs of consciousness or any reaction to outside stimuli. Body scans of the monks have revealed that their organ systems are preserved well, displaying no signs of necroses. Their vague origins can be traced back to a surviving esoteric document, estimating their ages to be roughly 5██ years or older. Presently, no possible method or tool are able to penetrate their skin. SCP-5985-1 is identified as the consciousness of SCP-5985, describing itself as “the blood of the Earth”, “the life-force of the Earth”. It manifests when SCP-5985 is ingested, assuming the form of a voice within the drinker2. SCP-5985-1 has no distinctive name. It is capable of speaking in any recorded language simultaneously. The true nature of SCP-5985-1 remains unknown due to lack of authentic, historical information on it. SCP-5985-1 has been noted to possess vast intelligence and the ability to assimilate any information from the drinker. SCP-5985-1 can utilize SCP-5985-A as conduits through which it calls individuals towards the pool. The process behind this, and the range of its influence, are still under investigation. The vocalizations emitted by SCP-5985-A, in the form of chanting, have audiohazardous effects that can be insidious or mild, depending on the subject. Although, emotional state has been found to increase susceptibility to these audiohazards. Affected Individuals have expressed a "strong urge to drink from the pool". This was the onset of Incident Firechild. Dr. Damien has stated that the SCP-5985-1 is highly reactive to the emotional response of the drinker. A low to zero brain activity is required to be maintained continually to strengthen communication with SCP-5985-1; SCP-5985-1 exerts great stress on cerebral functions; any sudden emotional change can have devastating outcomes3. A successful connection with SCP-5985-1 allows the temporary distribution of its anomalous properties to the drinker. Thus, the union of the drinker and SCP-5985-1 is designated as SCP-5985-2. Instances of an unstable connection can result to large-scale catastrophic events lasting for a short duration, endangering people and objects around it, ultimately ending the connection. The drinker will then undergo liquefaction into a perfect amalgam of SCP-5985 with all its properties. Dr. Damien has termed this as the Critical Point. Discovery Log - Incident Firechild: On ██/██/2020, the Foundation received an urgent notice from the [REDACTED] branch of the Nepalese Government transmitted to their CF-Networks. It was concerning about a possible, large-scale anomaly that occurred approximately three hours before, and attached to it were encrypted surveillance videos providing a summary of the incident. Access Video Segment-001 Close Video Segment-001 | Surveillance Feed #1 - █/██/20: Shows the exterior of the ██████ temple. 0830 – A family of a father, mother and their child walk into the frame 0832 – The child and the father engage in a heated debate. 0835 – Child is reprimanded by the father. The father hits him with a slap. 0836 – Child runs off from his family and out of the frame. | Switch to Surveillance Feed #2: Monitoring the temple pool from the door. 0839 – Child appears. Weeping. Walking into the frame. 0840 – He stops. He raises his head, and looks around. He finds himself inside the temple, leading into the temple pool. 0841 – The seven monks begin chanting. At this timeframe, the surveillance feed begins to show signs of degradation. 0841 – The child is drawn by the chanting of the monks. He wipes his tears, and walks to the pool. 0842 – Child stands at the edge of the pool. 0845 – The child seems to be a frozen state, staring at the pool. 0846 – The child kneels down, and cups the water in his hands. He drinks. The static interference increases strongly. 0848 – Child stands up in a sudden. Child is visibly shown clutching his chest. It can also be seen that he is screaming. 0849 – Child spasms as video degradation reaches 95%. 0850 – This is the last timeframe that can be salvaged. The child is slowly pulled into the air as Surveillance Feed #2 cuts off. | End of clip. Access Video Segment-002 Close Video Segment-002 | Surveillance Feed #1 – Roughly an hour after Video Segment-001. From the interior a hospital in ██████ facing the ER doors. 0951 – Father of previous child enters the ER rushing in. 0951 – Child is shown to be strapped to a stretcher, attended by several medical staff. 0952 – Stretcher is pushed quickly to an emergency room. The child’s spasms have exacerbated greatly. | Switch to Surveillance Feed #2 – On the wall monitoring the emergency room. 0954 – Doctor tells the Father to stay outside as the child is rushed into the room. Father objects, but is not heard. 0955 – Doctor closes the door behind her. | End of clip. Access Video Segment-003 Close Video Segment-003 | Surveillance #14 – fifty-seven minutes after Video Segment-002. Shows the façade of the hospital. The hospital can be seen fuming with smoke. 1052 – Nepalese Armed Troops have set up a barricade of vehicles 50m from the main entrance. There is heavy video degradation. 1057 – After five minutes of inaction, a figure in flames can be seen rushing out of the door. 1057 – The burning figure is gunned down without hesitation. 1102 – The figure is extinguished and check. The figure is found to be a doctor in the hospital. 1107 – At this timeframe, the troops are warned of an approaching object emitting extremely high heat signature levels. 1108 – The soldiers are all readied. Firearms are all aimed at the main door. Video degradation has worsened. 1112 - The rooftop of the hospital crumbles downward, accompanied by ignition. 1112 – After three seconds, the entire front wall of the hospital is blown outwards by a massive explosion. Fire and debris launched towards the soldiers, decimating their numbers. 1117 – As the smoke settled down, there is another burning figure that can be seen in the center. It was found out to be the child, now with anomalous properties. His eyes were pouring out liquid fire in limitless quantity, but it was not affecting the child. 1121 – The child walks near to the barricade, but collapses before he could reach it. Video cuts off. | End of clip. As an immediate response, Chief Field Agents "O” Ogami and "D" Daigoro were deployed to handle the investigation of the anomaly in question. Their first lead was the hospital in which the child, currently in a semi-comatose state, was transferred to. Their first priority before assessing the child was to question the surviving witnesses of the incident. The witnesses described the child as "possessed by an angry spirit", and others witnessed the child "crying with tears of fire". Further descriptions remarked that the child walked around screaming "I hate my father!" without cessation. After administering Class A amnestics to the witnesses, Agents O and D proceeded to investigate the child and the possibility of an SCP Protocol. When they arrived to assess the child, identified as A███ X█████, they were met with a boy of ten years old, suffering from fourth-degree burns on a whole-body scale. Agent O began his audio-recorded examination of the child, while Agent D began questioning the staff who were handling the patient at present. The body of the boy was damaged to the point of charring and disfiguration. Certain skeletal parts were recognizably jutting out of the skin. Although, complete neurotmesis of the body did not clarify the semi-comatose condition of the child; cardiac muscles were barely functioning to provide blood supplies to essential organs, specifically the lungs. Nevertheless, the child was able to breathe albeit strained. The child was mumbling softly, despite his crippled situation. Twenty seconds later in the middle of Agent O's examination, the child opened his eyes and regained consciousness. Agent O initiated communication: Access Incident Firechild-001 Close Incident Firechild-001 Audio log of the segment where Agents Ogami and Daigoro interacted with A███ X█████. A███ is crying in normal tears, skin slightly recovering. Possibility of danger is unknown. Agent O: Dai! He's awake! Agent Daigo is heard entering the room. Agent D: Shit. Oggy stay sharp. You read the reports. This guy could blow us up next. Agent O: Calm down. Observe his body. It's… healing. A███ X█████: (Sobbing) Mom… dad… I-I am… so sorry. I am so sorry… so sorry… A███ shows tissue recovery in an uncontrollable rate. A███ is still crying as his face undergoes instantaneous restoration. Heart rate on ECG beeps at 5██. Agent D: Shit. His face. Og— his face is healing, but it's fucked up. Agent O: I know. A███ X█████? Is that your name? I need you to calm down for me. Your mommy and daddy, what happened to them? A███ X█████: (Sobbing uncontrollably) I-I don't know… I-I was angry. I-I think.. I think I hurt daddy. Mommy w-was… crying… Agent O: (Whispers) Daigo, what did they say about his parents? Are they still alive? Agent D: Mother and father are both dead. Both burned to death. Agent O: (Whispers back) This is unholy. Agent O: A███, try to breathe, and relax. Tell me what happened. Can you remember anything? Breathe in, and breathe out. A███ X█████: (sobbing) …angry. I-I killed them. I killed mommy. I killed… I killed daddy (continued sobbing). I-I BURNED THEM. (Voice grows hoarse and deep) HE WAS ALWAYS BAD. BAD TO ME. I HATED daddy. I HATED- Agent D: Jesus Fucking Christ. What the fuck was that voice? Agent O: Goddamn it! He's flatlining! Heart failure was inevitable. The boy whipped back onto the bed. Skin restoration and regeneration all reversed. A███ X█████ ceased all vital life signals as the EEG flatlined. Agent O: We lost him. Daigoro, looks like we have to retrace our footsteps. Dial Agents [DATA EXPUNGED] and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Tell them to go to our location. There's a body needing extraction. (Agent O covers the boy’s face with the blanket) Agent D: Done. That confirms it. Agent O: The boy is not the main source of the anomaly. That leaves us with the only lead— the temple. That place should hopefully give us some clues. Agent D: Well— how about him? Not the most reasonable idea to leave the boy like… that. Agent O: Bad luck for him. Killed his parents and all that. We'll let the latecomers deal with it. (Agent O notices himself stepping on water) Wait… why is there liquid all around the… Agent D: Oggy… look! Agent D pointed to the covered body of A███ X█████. It seems as if the body had undergone liquefaction, and the liquid mass dripped down and phased through the room floor. Agent O alerted the Foundation of a possible SCP hazard. MTF Epsilon-8 ("Snow Across Death") was deployed en route to the hospital as soon as the message was received. Agents Ogami and Daigoro pursued the liquid mass, which was hovering above and through a number of buildings and propelling itself at a speed of 12km/s. The flight path of the liquid mass led the Foundation to the eventual discovery of the ██████ Temple, 10km away north from the hospital. Agents Ogami and Daigoro followed the liquid mass on foot, nonstop. They were able to follow the liquid mass drift into the temple. Inside, Agents Ogami and Daigoro stepped before a temple pool. The pool itself is at the center of the temple. Around the pool were a circle of seven monks, nonresponsive to the agents’ intrusion into their meditation. Agent O approached the pool closer in order the study the structure. In the pool was a body of water, inhabited by several lotus flowers. Both of the agents reasoned that this was the source of the anomaly due its temperature— it was -2 °C outside, but the water's temperature did not fall or rise out of 15 °C. Afterwards, as they were about to call again the Foundation to inspect the source, they were greeted by the head monk. Agent O has video recorded the interaction, as usual: Access Incident Firechild-002 Close Incident Firechild-002 The head monk is a Nepalese male, around eighty-five years old. Agent O approached the head monk to tell him in Nepalese to leave the premises for his safety. Agent Ogami’s portable video recorder was active to document this event. Khenchen: Tashi Delek to you, brethren of the path. I am the khenchen of this humble monastery… and I cannot seem to fathom why you both need to lie. Agent D: This is no joking matter, sir. A child just died an hour ago because of this water. Khenchen: Ah… forgive my impoliteness. (Exhales) It is just human of me. Pardon my ignorance about this, but I have no time. I must show you both something. Cover your ears. The khenchen passes by Agent Daigoro, heading into the pool. Agent O: You let him pass. Agent D: Wh—Hey, mister, wait a minute! Don’t let me whip this out! (unholsters his stun gun) The seven monks around the pool begin to chant. There is a slight degradation in the video quality. Agents Daigoro visibly winces and stops in his tracks. The chanting increases in volume. Agent O: Daigoro… you hear… that? The monks are chanting! Agent D: The monks… they’re getting young—what the fuck is this? Both of the Agents are pressured by the chanting to sit down. They seemed to be inflicted with a strong headache. Khenchen: (Speaking in English) I told you both to cover your ears. Cover them now! If you do not, you will feel thirsty, the waters will look tempting, and you will both turn into monsters of your own making! Both of the agents complied without hesitation. The khenchen is unaffected by the chanting. Agent D: He’s… speaking in English? What… the fuck… Khenchen: That is the least you can do. For now, let me… explain this to our Teacher. The khenchen can be seen cupping the water from the pool and drinking it. He then sits on the edge of the pool, and assumes a meditative position. He can be heard talking in Nepalese. Simultaneously, a deep-pitched, hoarse voice can be heard coming from him. The voice replies in Nepalese, although, it is barely audible, due to its disruptive effect to the audio. After forty-five seconds, the chanting stopped. Khenchen: (Facing both the agents) That… will be the last. I am already too old. For this. Do I look old to you, young men? Agent D: (Breathing heavily) Old man… I did not like the trick you just pulled. Why the fuck did you become young? Agent O: I saw you… drinking that water. I heard… you talking with it… Khenchen: Years ago, we could to speak with the Teacher like I would speak with you. Time has passed by. Things become weak… or humans became weaker. Now to communicate to the Teacher, we have to drink it. (Grumbles) You two are not from the Nepalese government, are you? Agent O: (Heavy breathing) Why… would you ask? Khenchen: Just making sure. They were the ones who put those cameras up (Points to cameras fixed on the behind Agent Ogami). They always had their eyes set upon this water, thinking they could exploit its power. Many lives here were disturbed forever. Our peaceful lives, of simplicity, were gone. The secret our predecessors have given to us was just a hair’s length of being seized from us. Agent D: Ogami, are you piecing of all this shit together? A secret? You’ve been keeping this a secret? Khenchen: That boy wasn’t the first. There were many… (sighs) victims… before him. They thought the water was a cure. The fools thought there was power here, but it was power they could not understand. Even we did not understand it. Now we have those Nepalese quacks and their hidden eyes upon us. We only wanted a peaceful place. Agent O: (Standing up) And now, you’re in a predicament. Now tell us, what just happened there? Why did the monks behind you become young? What did that water do to you? (To Agent D) Daigoro, on your feet. Khenchen: Patience. What you just had experienced was the power of the seven monks. Long ago, this power was pivotal in defending this sacred temple. It reflected back the wrongdoings of a person against him, in the form of flameless fire. Heh, seeing you too writhing there like snakes… I guess you both have done things, hm? Agent D: Ogami, permission to apprehend this fucker immediately. Agent O: Control yourself, Daigoro. We are in the wolf’s den here. We’re still not sure what tricks he has left in his sleeves. Khenchen: (Sighs deeply) "Up" my sleeves. I assure you I am no trickster. I am telling you both the truth. (The khenchen rolls his right sleeve to reveal a golden watch) Huh, the time is nigh. The khenchen’s physical features were slowly regaining its senile details. Agent O: Your skin… you are returning back to your old form. Khenchen: No, brethren. I am on the path to another cycle. Agent D: Cycle? You’re not going anywhere. You have a lot to explain. Khenchen: I know what your plans are. They have been revealed to me in a blurry vision. You are fingers from a hand fidgeting the unknown. You are toes from a foot that have forgotten the earth that you walk upon. (The khenchen turns his head to look at the pool) And now, you have come to take our Teacher. Agent O: (Approaching the khenchen slowly. The khenchen remains sitting down on the edge of the pool) Come on, old man. Make some sense. Who’s this teacher you’re talking about? Khenchen: The Teacher is our protector, our guide, and our sage. To communicate with him, we uphold the tenets of meditation. Our Teacher has, for so long, desired to give peace to ailing spirits, but he is a life-force too great for the ordinary man. That is why we are here—to protect this secret from the public, for their safety. But as you can see—I have failed. The service of khenchens are over. Agent D: Your Teacher killed a child and his family for “peace”. Khenchen: Human emotions are too profound for him to conquer. Only the monks have the endurance to speak with the Teacher. Perhaps, it is because we have renounced the material, the physical, and sharpened ourselves with the spiritual. Agent O: MTF Epsilon-8, do you copy? This is Ogami. We request your presence here ASAP. There is possibility of an anomaly with… dangerous capabilities. Be advised. Khenchen: (Looks at his watch) There will be a rainstorm in exactly… a minute. When the first sound of thunder comes, I will be off to my new cycle, my new path. Agent D: You stay where you are, monk. You’re not gonna pull out anymore fucking tricks. I need to get some proper explanation from you. Khenchen: This is not the temple to send curses, Agent Daigoro, son of [DATA REDACTED]. Agent D: Why do you know my father and mother? (Prepares to seize the khenchen by the garment, but is stopped by Agent Ogami) Agent O: How did you know his family? Who told you of us? That’s classified information. Khenchen: I told you I have seen you in a blurry vision. This is but one of the wisdoms our teacher has granted us. Heh. How do you think a simple monk can suddenly confabulate in English? Agent D: Tell me… who is this teacher, you prick? Khenchen: Surrender your mind to the universe. Erase your anger. Let Buddha be your guide, then drink the water, and the Teacher. Shall. Speak. Agent D: Shit, it's the same voice back then! Agent O: Hold your ground. Get your firearm out! There is a sudden flash of lighting that can be heard in the background. Khenchen: Ah, the thunder. I prayed to the universe for this alignment. Away to the next path. Agent O: His body… its turning to water. Daigoro, back away! The khenchen’s body gradually “melts” into liquid, starting from the eye. He does not move from his position. The liquified part flow into the pool. Khenchen: Brothers, it is not an accident that we had this conversation. I guess I left both of you more confused (the khenchen laughs). Let it stay that way. Do not worry. From you there will be— Video ends as Agent Ogami’s video recorder ran out of battery. It was never known what the monk’s last words were, either. Agents Ogami and Daigoro were not able to hear it due to the sound of thunder arriving as the khenchen’s whole body completed liquefaction, and flowed into the pool. MTF Epsilon-8 arrived later after this incident. Agent Ogami and Daigoro were recovered, of sound health and mind. They were sent back for debriefing and psychological evaluation. The temple was secured, and a perimeter was quickly constructed around it. The Nepalese Government demanded the rights to acquire the temple under their authority. O5 sent Mr. [REDACTED] to arbitrate the dispute, and afterwards they receded their request post-haste. Consequently, all video surveillance cameras that were covertly installed in the temple, by the Nepalese Government, were removed. MTF Epsilon-8 were replaced by Omega-1. The identity of the khenchen was confirmed as [REDACTED]. There are no surviving members of his family. His father was a renowned horologist in Kathmandu, and operated a repair shop before his death. His mother served as a custodian for the temple. The preliminary reports were still incomplete; much more of the anomaly was unexplained. It was not conclusive at that time if the water and the vocal entity were two separate beings. The Foundation initiated a high-priority declassification of the anomaly in question. O5 recommended Senior Researcher Dr. Damien to spearhead the operation. However, Agents Ogami and Daigoro both forwarded their recommendation for Dr. Vidyarthi, who was well-known in the field for his expertise in religion-connected anomalies, especially Buddhism. Both parties reached a consensus: to place both senior researchers in a joint operation. Thus, Dr. Damien and Dr. Vidyarthi began their work on the Waters of Wisdom, then known as SCP-5985. Addendum SCP-5985-01: Declassification Log – SCP-5985-1: The researchers extrapolated that ingesting the water was the only way of communication with the entity. Based also from historic texts the temple library provided them, there is esoteric information describing the water as the “heart of the world”, which is a close allusion to the Anavatapta, a mythical lake in the center of the world. The monks protected the water from the public eye, employing the prophetic tradition of khenchens, who were able to communicate with the water by the use of deep meditation. This succession lasted for centuries, and the coming of a new khenchen ultimately meant the end of the previous khenchen. The seven monks around the pool, however, are still unknown in origin. Dr. Vidyarthi volunteered to perform meditation rites as an attempt to communicate with the anomaly. There were aversions to this method, specifically from the Ethics Committee, preferring the use of D-class personnel to test the the waters first. Dr. Vidyarthi disliked this suggestion, emphasizing that there was sufficient information to safely ingest the fluid, and the use of D-class was unnecessary waste of life. Additionally, Dr. Damien agreed with Dr. Vidyarthi that this is the only manner to prove, or disprove the hypotheses, and it has to be executed in a pragmatic manner. Certain protocols were followed to ensure that an instance of Incident Firechild did not repeat. Access Level 4 Required: Dr. Vidyarthi's Meditation - 001 Dr. Vidyarthi's Meditation - 001 Video documented by Dr. Damien as Dr. Vidyarthi prepares to come in contact with the anomaly. Dr. Vidyarthi sits on the empty end of the pool. The seven monks are currently in a state of inaction. Dr. Damien: …and so based on our collective insight, I can absolutely say, without fault, that the key to maintaining a stable connection with this… anomaly, is to be calm, composed, like a breath in the— (clears throat) you've watched that same clip a total of three times, now. Dr. Vidyarthi: I am studying the khenchen's body posture, movement, breathing, and technique in meditation. Agent Ogami did a good job keeping his camera in motion. Dr. Damien: Indeed. A master of the intricate you are, but to me, meditation is meditation. Dr. Vidyarthi: The meditations these monks do would overwhelm our minds. A drop in mind clutter in a *snap* would make us go insane. That could explain why Oggy and Daigoro weren't able to handle that type of influence. "Weightlessness". As they said. Dr. Damien: Huh, but isn't it the monks that made them weak in the bones? Dr. Vidyarthi: It is unusual. In both of the footage of the child and the monk, the seven monks were active. I think… they were reaching out to anyone who steps in here. But they haven't reached out to us. Dr. Damien: Perhaps, it has a volition of its own. Dr. Vidyarthi: That could be. But we all know the elephant in the room here. Dr. Damien: Even if I were you, I wouldn't go crazy drinking anomalous water. Dr. Vidyarthi: It's… my gut feeling. Coupled with really strong scientific intuition. And of course some major Buddhist repertoire. I got this. Dr. Damien: Heh. That's the Foundation spirit. But you're gonna be a hero in the books if this works. Say, have you ever meditated? Dr. Vidyarthi: I have done it some, memorable times. It either works or works against me. It's a difficult position to hold. No one wants to be alone with their demons. Radio feed signals that the meditation is good to go. Dr. Damien: It's a green. So, zen master, you ready to go? Dr. Vidyarthi: (Takes a concentrated breath) …I am ready. Dr. Damien orders the personnel to fall back 10m away from the pool. Video feed switches to a view from Dr. Vidyarthi's right side. Dr. Damien and the others equip their headphones. Dr. Vidyarthi assumes a lotus pose, cups the water, and begins to drink. The seven monks start to chant. Dr. Vidyarthi closes his eyes, and chants along with them. Dr. Vidyarthi: nam myoho renge kyo… nam myoho renge kyo… A silence ensued for ten seconds. Then, Dr. Vidyarthi opened his eyes. His right eye was glowing. SCP-5985-1: What. Is. This? Dr. Damien: Connection successful. I repeat, connection successful. Dr. Vidyarthi: Who are you? SCP-5985-1: This Body. I still do not understand. But this is not the same with the khenchens. Dr. Vidyarthi: Why? Why are we not the same? SCP-5985-1: They were pure. Without storms. You are calm. But there are maelstroms of fire around you. Dr. Vidyarthi: Wait… I need to know about you. What is your name? SCP-5985-1: Name? I do not know what is a name. Dr. Vidyarthi: A name… Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha, is a name. SSCP-5985-1: But he was always the Buddha. None but him. Do your kind not possess this knowledge? Dr. Vidyarthi: No… I am afraid so. What is this knowledge you speak of? SCP-5985-1: I see. First, let me show you who I am. And to me you shall return. Both of Dr. Vidyarthi eyes began to beam out a blast of light. His head turned upside, as he began to be lifted from his position to the air. Dr. Damien ordered everyone to stay at their position. Then Dr. Vidyarthi fell down from mid-air, unconscious. End video. After two hours, Dr. Vidyarthi recovered from his semi-comatose state. His vital signs were normal, in spite of a heightened brain activity too abnormal for a human being, and excessive sweating. During the span of twenty-four hours, Dr. Vidyarthi was able to predict certain happenings in perfect detail that were about to take place in the future. Dr. Vidyarthi was able to delineate a number of situations that were to occur in various places across continents. A perfect instance was the results of the winnings of all casinos and gambling dens, legal and illegal. He laid down the situations, the processes, and the results verbatim. This was confirmed by [DATA EXPUNGED]. Dr. Vidyarthi's prognostic abilities was only one of the anomalous effects he acquired from ingesting the water. Any person he came in contact by physical touch, skin-to-skin, or direct eye-to-eye contact, triggered another anomaly. As he described it, he could "siphon" the past, present, and future memories of the individual. This exchange caused a great deal of stress on the affected individual for a brief period. These anomalous qualities disappeared after a duration of twenty-four hours. It is not known if it is prolonged by the amount of water ingested. Dr. Vidyarthi was further tested for any persisting anomalous qualities. He remarked he was fine, and he wrote to the O5 Council to allow him to extend communications with the "life-force", as he said. Dr. Damien supported this decision once more. Since there was still a lack of definite answers to arrive to a conclusion, O5 approved further experimentation with the water. Access Level 4 Required: Dr. Vidyarthi's Meditation - 002 Dr. Vidyarthi's Meditation - 002 Video documented again by Dr. Damien, preparing a heart-rate monitor on Dr. Vidyarthi. Dr. Vidyarthi is dressed in traditional monk robes. He sits on the edge of the pool, preparing for the meditation. Dr. Damien: …therefore, I believe— wait, let me get this tight (adjusts the camera)). Ow-kay. I was saying, I studied the footage while you were in deep sleep. I also took this footage I took that measured your heat signature in case of… well… you know. Dr. Vidyarthi: Looks like I got you imprinted. What you got for me? Dr. Damien: I was trying to trace the water's presence in you by heat, but there was no sign. The only indicators were your heart rate and brain activity. They went down almost lightning fast. But, you are… okay. What did you… feel when it took over you? Dr. Vidyarthi: It didn't take over me, but its presence was, was like bathing in cold water for so long, you can feel your breath in your lungs. I opened my eyes, and I found myself in a borderless, empty space, except for the ground which was water. And there was a voice. I think that's the life-force. Dr. Damien: Why do you call it the life-force? Dr. Vidyarthi: That's what it showed me. When it filled me with a lot of… overwhelming energy, it was in the form of thoughts, memories, images, stretching to an era long before, before everything. Radio feed announces operation is ready to begin. Dr. Damien: Well, it's a green. Are you gonna be alright? Dr. Vidyarthi: (Takes a deep, concentrated breath) Yes, I will be. Dr. Damien: Godspeed, Doctor. Dr. Damien orders all personnel to fall back 10m from the pool. Dr. Vidyarthi cups the water, and begins to drink it. After ten seconds, Dr. Vidyarthi's right eye glowed bright. Connection is successful. Video feed switches to a lateral view of Dr. Vidyarthi's right side. SCP-5985-1: You. Have. Come back. Well. And Sound. Dr. Vidyarthi: Here I am. I took quite the fall back then. SCP-5985-1: Forgive me. For that. I often forget that we differ. In everything. Dr. Vidyarthi: I couldn't understand what you've… relayed to my mind. They were images, of the Earth, of the monks. But I could feel that it was somewhere… old… before we… humans existed. You called yourself… the life-force, the blood? SCP-5985-1: Indeed. Here. Let me assist in that. Dr. Vidyarthi’s right eye glowed brighter, then returned to its normal brightness. He turned around, and faced Dr. Damien and the rest of the personnel. SCP-5985-1: This. Must be. Your kind? Dr. Vidyarthi: Woah… woah… Dr. Damien: Dr. Vidyarthi, are you okay? SCP-5985-1: Dr… Vidyarthi? Is this what they call this body? Dr. Vidyarthi: Vidyarthi is my name. I am known by my name. SCP-5985-1: Hm? And that purple one? What is he known by? Dr. Damien: Purple? Uh, I-I am known by Dr. Damien… SCP-5985-1: Doctors cure illnesses. What do both of you cure? Dr. Vidyarthi: We, are not doctors of illnesses, we are doctors of… science. Dr. Damien: Absolutely, we are. SCP-5985-1: There are kinds of doctors? I have only known of doctors of illnesses. From the monks. Hm. Humankind. Dr. Vidyarthi: May you tell us… who are you? SCP-5985-1: Have I not granted you the knowledge of my being? Dr. Vidyarthi: I… I could not understand them… yet. SCP-5985-1: You are not as similar to the monks then, the khenchens who have shared their manas with me. Look around yourself—what do you see? Dr. Vidyarthi: Around… me? Dr. Vidyarthi turns his attention to the left and back side, and then to the back. SCP-5985-1: Dr. Vidyarthi, breathe. Follow my voice. Dr. Vidyarthi releases a quick exhalation. Dr. Damien checks Dr. Vidyarthi vital monitors. There is no change. Dr. Damien: Dr. Vidyarthi… are you still there? SCP-5985-1: Look above you— there are flames of every hue; and you sit, naked, upon my domain. The Water is I. Dr. Vidyarthi: (Inhaling and exhaling) I can… see them… SCP-5985-1: The khenchens never had fire in their skies. There was. Tranquility. But the rest of your kind. There are fires which I cannot conquer. Dr. Vidyarthi: Fire? Do you remember that child who drank your water? SCP-5985-1: They were many children who have drank me, and many beasts, in forms of colored fire. I have failed to extinguish them with my essence. I have failed to understand, again and again. But you. You breathe like the monks. You see like the monks. Perhaps, you could help me to see. Dr. Vidyarthi: See… what? SCP-5985-1: Tell me. What do you call this flame? The glow from Dr. Vidyarthi’s right eye shifted from a white color to a reddish orange tinge. Dr. Damien checked Dr. Vidyarthi’s vital monitors. There was a sharp rise of activity in his amygdala. Dr. Damien: Dr. Vidyarthi, are you alright? Dr. Vidyarthi: (Wincing) I… am fine, Dr. Damien. No need to ask. SCP-5985-1: Did you see what I showed you? Dr. Vidyarthi: Anger. That was anger. Wrath. SCP-5985-1: Breathe. See how it rouses you up. Look at your horizon. It has become brighter, and lower. The rest of the personnel look up. There is nothing on the ceiling. Dr. Damien tells them that the exchange of words is occurring in a “spiritual plane”, probably somewhere inside Dr. Vidyarthi’s subconscious. Dr. Vidyarthi: (Exhaling) Sorry, everyone. That was out of nowhere. At this juncture, Dr. Vidyarthi was profusely sweating. There was no visible change in his vital monitors. Dr. Vidyarthi: What did you do to me? SCP-5985-1: I showed you memories I kept, that burned with this red flame. That boy before you who drank, I saw him, standing, in the heart of the fire. In his eyes were fire, in his heart was fire. There was no place for me to fight it. I tried to blow the fire away, but they only became stronger. Perhaps, it is my fault they perished. SCP-5985-1: How about this, Dr. Vidyarthi? Tell me what is this flame. There is now change in the glow. No change in brain activity. Dr. Vidyarthi: I do not recognize this. I can only see a blue flame, and images of… laughter? SCP-5985-1: Hm. That is enough. Now, Vidyarthi, if you have questions, ask them. Now. Dr. Vidyarthi: I have a lot. You still haven’t told me who you are. SCP-5985-1: Vidyarthi, before your humankind breathed, there were a nation of brutes that had million arms and hands, and shaped this little globe you call. Earth. I wiped them off. I was the blood of the Earth that flowed through caverns beneath and drowned the next nation, a nation of ugly imps. The life-force that domineered this planet. The red, hot blood that ruled the Earth had no equal, until… SCP-5985-1: Until I ceased. I saw nothing good with it. That was the time I renounced the destruction I had wrought upon here. Now I know what to name it. Wrath and anger. Rage left my essence, and I was, as you see now. Blue. Dr. Vidyarthi: You sounded so grand back in those days. Why are you now just a puddle—a pool, I mean. SCP-5985-1: Time, Vidyarthi. Time has cut me off the rest of my parts. Even my foresight beyond the folds of Time has no benefit. What you see before you. Is all that is left. Of me. Dr. Vidyarthi: And… who are these monks around you? Where did they come from? SCP-5985-1: I have kept them safe, and they returned the gratitude by teaching me of your kind. They were monks fleeing from their barbarians. They only wished a place to find peace. In their escape, they stumbled upon me: a pond of water, they thought, on a crack in Earth. I heard their woes, so I revealed myself as voice, offering them power to defend themselves from their usurpers. Dr. Vidyarthi: (Inhaling) What power did you give them? SCP-5985-1: I told them to drink me, and I shall grant them a voice. When they speak in unison, it is a voice that cannot be silenced. So they agreed. And they drank. The day after, their enemies came, riding on steeds, yelling foul insults. The monks circled themselves around me, and began to use their voice in a chant. It was the first that I heard them… meditate. The monks began chanting The Heart Sutra. Dr. Damien reminds the personnel to secure their noise-cancelling headphones properly. SCP-5985-1: Their voice, as one, was an echoing scourge that left their oppressors paralyzed, shaking in pain. Invisible pain. Flameless fire. The monks saw what this power was capable of, so they pleaded to me to remove their sufferings. Their enemies’ suffering. The monks stop chanting. SCP-5985-1: Forgiveness. There was no flame for it, no color. I did not know what this forgiveness they spoke about. I told them why would they save their oppressors? Why not finish them? They said, “Without forgiveness, there will always be. Blood.” I did not understand, but I felt I did. I removed the pain from their oppressors. On their knees, they said their many apologies to the seven monks. In return, for this act of forgiveness, they agreed to the monks’ request: build a temple around me, where those who seek peace can come, and those who ail can find it. SCP-5985-1: I told them, “who taught you of things like these?”. They replied, “It was the Buddha that taught us.” Dr. Vidyarthi: Was that a long time ago? SCP-5985-1: Yes. Indeed. That was before the khenchens where made my voice, the proliferators of my wisdom. From me they learned, from them I learned. Now, Vidyarthi, it seems that you are taking the toll of this union we are taking place in. Dr. Vidyarthi: (Breathing heavily) H-huh? What are you saying? SCP-5985-1: Look above you. The fires are starting to sink. Your lungs are tired. Your sweat has dehydrated you. We can continue this the next day. For now, I will grant you something temporary—your eyes imbued with my life-force. Namaste! Dr. Vidyarthi: No—wait! The entity of water gushed out of Dr. Vidyarthi’s mouth, ending the connection. Dr. Vidyarthi by the end was gasping for air, severely dehydrated, and disoriented with his surroundings. His vital signs were normal, nonetheless he required medical attention. Dr. Damien ordered the cessation of the operation. End video. After recovering from his debilitated condition, Dr. Vidyarthi did not exhibit the previous anomalous properties. Instead, he reported that he was could not visually perceive anything, except in colors. He could see a person in a spectral color, but not recognize one by physical appearance; he could not tell a person from one another due to their faces lacking obvious features. Additionally, his auditory perception was magnified. His ear was extremely sensitive to sounds three meters away from him, and he had to be provided with noise-cancelling headphones to lessen the discomfort. He stated he could hear, in perfect silence, the clock in Dr. Damien's office ticking, which was 10 meters away from his office. The drawback of the anomalous properties was Dr. Vidyarthi's vulnerability to quickly be fatigued, extreme dehydration, and constant sweating. He was on constant surveillance under Dr. Damien, who monitored his vital signs, and reported the findings to O5. After a period of twenty-four hours, the anomalous properties disappeared, and Dr. Vidyarthi returned to his normal condition. Dr. Vidyarthi was sent for physical evaluation and debriefing. Afterwards, he formally requested another communication event with SCP-5985-1. Dr. Damien supported the request. O5 approved another communication with SCP-5985-1. Access Level 4 Required: Dr. Vidyarthi's Meditation - 003 Dr. Vidyarthi's Meditation Video is being documented by Dr. Damien, while Dr. Vidyarthi readies himself on the edge of the pool. Dr. Damien: Are you sure you're gonna be fine? Dr. Vidyarthi: (Breathing slowly) It's alright. I have to do this. I am now connected to it. Dr. Damien: Okay, uhm. I studied the footages. I wanna say something long, but bottom-line is this is all dependent upon emotional changes. The first few minutes you remained neutral, until… well… you slipped and went unstable. I called this the Ying-Yang Confluence. Great name, ey? Dr. Vidyarthi: Heh. I don't know what to think about it. Dr. Damien: Then, Ying-Yang it is. I'll make sure this gets into the reports. Hey— are you really sure you are going to be alright? Dr. Vidyarthi: I got myself together. It's fine. I know what to do, and I have to do it. Radio feed announces operation is ready and safe to commence. Dr. Damien: Okay. It is a green. Good luck out there. Come back safe. Dr. Vidyarthi: You got my word. Dr. Damien: (Salutes) This is for the legend himself, Vidyarthi! Dr. Damien orders all personnel to fall back 10m away from the pool. Dr. Vidyarthi inhales deeply, cups the water, and begins to ingest it. After a few seconds, Dr. Vidyarthi's right eye glows with the white light. Connection is successful. SCP-5985-1: Welcome. Back. I have cogitated on your kind as I slept, dreaming in the bedrock of Time. Dr. Vidyarthi: That’s… incomprehensible, for humans like us. However, last night, I couldn’t sleep. Your… the thing you gave me. I could see others in colors. I couldn’t see their faces. What did you do to me? SCP-5985-1: Vidyarthi, that is how I see you, and the others around you, and the monks as well. Once I shed the red fire that abounded me, I began to see colors. They have always confused. Me. Do they confuse. You. Too? Dr. Vidyarthi: They do. We don’t… cogitate on the same degree as you. So this is already overwhelming. SCP-5985-1: Hm. It seems we have all become weaker. Time has made us all weak. Dr. Vidyarthi: I have more questions, if I can ask. SCP-5985-1: Go on, Vidyarthi. You are a guest in my domain; I am a guest in yours. Dr. Vidyarthi: Great. At the end of our first communication, I was able to… predict the future. Was this from your power? SCP-5985-1: Overwhelming. Was it? If you had drunk me centuries ago, that precognition that latched on you would be a hundredfold stronger. No human could survive such a vision. Dr. Vidyarthi: Why so? How am I and the khenchens able to survive your… power? SCP-5985-1: Those were the eons where I had control over my essence. Now, the essence in me, spills out of its own. You humans have youth and senility? Perchance, I am on my path to this. Senility. Dr. Vidyarthi: With age comes wisdom… SCP-5985-1: …but sometimes age comes alone. You call this a quote. I have traveled into your mirrored plains—the dome you humans call mind. I learned many things. Dr. Damien: Holy smokes… it can do that? SCP-5985-1: Indeed. Purple man. I can accumulate knowledge, memories, and visions. I can forget them. At will. The best of all—I can transmit them to you. Vidyarthi. And to your humankind. Dr. Vidyarthi: Yes, I have observed this ability you possess. You can transmit anything? SCP-5985-1: Indeed. Shall I transmit your current memories to them? Although, that may overwhelm all your mental functions. Dr. Damien: Uhh, no need for such things. We should, err, respect Dr. Vidyarthi’s personal memories. Dr. Vidyarthi: Yes… I prefer not to get my memories broadcasted, if you please. SCP-5985-1: Do not worry. I will do no such foolery. Now, Vidyarthi, I have learned something new. Dr. Vidyarthi: You sound… exhilarated about it. What did you learn about? SCP-5985-1: Secrets. Vidyarthi. Your humankind keeps secret. I now know what a secret is. Dr. Damien: Dr. Vidyarthi… you know where this is going, right? Dr. Vidyarthi: And what is a secret to you? SCP-5985-1: I do not have secrets. But you do. Vidyarthi. I see them like two eyes behind your back. One black. One white. And they both stare at you. With infinite emptiness. Dr. Vidyarthi: There is nothing… behind me… SCP-5985-1: Vidyarthi. That was also a knowledge of great importance I have learned from you. Dr. Vidyarthi: What… was it? SCP-5985-1: A joke. There is a silence of fifteen seconds. Dr. Damien coughed. Dr. Vidyarthi exhaled in a breaking manner. SCP-5985-1: Vidyarthi. Look above you. Your flames are blue. I am somehow able to understand them. Dr. Vidyarthi: (Inhaling) Huh. Have the monks not taught you of human life? The khenchens? SCP-5985-1: Their reverence for me was too great. Their meditations were greater than their selves. They drank me to assist them in the essence of finding this. Nirvana. They had no flames, only clear skies. They saw me as something of a great spirit. A Teacher. Dr. Vidyarthi: The last khenchen referred to you by “Teacher”. Were there many khenchens before him? SCP-5985-1: Many. They all flowed back to me. In those days, they used to bring the sick and the lost to drink my waters. I am certain you know where all those led to. A confusion in my being. I entered their bodies, their minds. I only saw flames. Shadowy flames. Red. Destruction. Things I could not extinguish. Dr. Vidyarthi: So, the monks kept you a secret instead, for years? SCP-5985-1: For the safety of many. Indeed. There was wisdom in it. For years, I acted as their Teacher, as I dreamed in the bedrock of Time. Dr. Vidyarthi: What do you mean when you say, “dream in the bedrock of Time”? SCP-5985-1: Time is my mother and father. From Time I came, awoken in this form, on this Earth. I could grant you the visions of the future and beyond. As we speak, I have seen the eventual deaths of every living being. Do you want to know yours? Dr. Vidyarthi: …no. I choose to remain ignorant. SCP-5985-1: The khenchens replied with the same answer. You humankind intrigue me still. I have found also in your plains, of a stronghold you call The Foundation. Where you came from. A place where you keep hidden. Things similar to me. Dr. Vidyarthi: I knew it was a matter of time before you arrived at that. SCP-5985-1: In this. Foundation. I see shapes and forms you humans fear would lay waste upon Earth. Most of this you fear, for you do not have the knowledge. In your ignorance, veiled as scientific truth, you have kept them as prisoners. If I was my old self, full of rage, and I saw this, I would have [DATA EXPUNGED]. But I have no issue being under your eyes. All of you are unprepared for what is about to come. Dr. Vidyarthi: We exist to Secure, Contain, and Protect. Not for our benefit, but for better good of mankind. SCP-5985-1: Then the Buddha was never untrue. You all live in a state of dukkha. What if samsara is but the illusion you are all in. Vidyarthi? An inescapable cycle of fear and ignorance, but you call it truth. Dr. Vidyarthi: Then I know… not a thing. I am only beginning to understand. SCP-5985-1: So am I. I will help you to understand. Breathe. SCP-5985-1: There is a wisdom behind the number of these monks. Dr. Vidyarthi: Seven? The monks occupy seven spaces… and I occupy the empty one… SCP-5985-1: You are the eighth. Vidyarthi. You complete the samadhi. Dr. Vidyarthi: Samadhi… oneness with myself… (breathing deeply) SCP-5985-1: And oneness with I. Dr. Vidyarthi: You become me. SCP-5985-1: I become you. Dr. Damien: Dr. Vidyarthi? This does not sound good. You are entering critical stage! Dr. Vidyarthi: Stand down, Dr. Damien. Both of Dr. Vidyarthi's eyes were glowing bright, emitting a white light that disrupted electrical devices. Dr. Vidyarthi's body was also in levitation mid-air. Personnel were on critical alert. SCP-5985-1: You now have entered the Formless Realm. This is as close as you can behold upon my pure existence, where all that is known and unknown clash together and reform into the universe. Here is where the khenchens pursued the path to their nirvana. Here is where they found their escape from samsara. Here is all the knowledge your cognizant soul thirsts for. The past, the present, the future— the bedrock of Time! SCP-5985-1: Shall you open your eyes, Vidyarthi? Shall you become one with everything? Dr. Damien: Dr. Vidyarthi! SCP-5985-1: What shall be your say? With this infinite knowledge, you will be able to provide the Foundation with the answers it never obtained! Dr. Vidyarthi: It… is too… bright… Dr. Damien: Dr. Vidyarthi! We are going to lose you! Dr. Vidyarthi: (Inhaling slowly) I… I will not open my eyes. Dr. Vidyarthi stopped his levitation. His left returned into its normal form. His right was still glowing. Dr. Damien checked Dr. Vidyarthi's vital monitors. All re-stabilized. SCP-5985-1: Then the veil is closed upon you. You could have had the answers. To everything. But there was wisdom in your choice. Dr. Vidyarthi: I did not know what I was deciding for. Even if I had the answers, humanity will never be… ready. SCP-5985-1: A wisdom in you has grown, more precious than anything you can term… anomalous. Now. Vidyarthi. It is time for us to part again. You have lost your energy. And there are beholders growing weary of our talk. Dr. Vidyarthi: Beholders?. SCP-5985-1: Indeed. Vidyarthi. They are eyes beyond you. And beyond me. I can sense them, perusing this moment. Do. You sense them? Dr. Vidyarthi: What is this? SCP-5985-1: Of no importance to you. Of great importance to me. These are things I need to ponder upon. In my dreams. In the bedrock of Time. For now. We must part. Look at your sky. It has become cloudy. Dr. Vidyarthi: Is it bad? SCP-5985-1: No. Vidyarthi. It portends that you are about to achieve boundless divinity in the next. Five seconds. Dr. Vidyarthi: What? Five seconds have passed, but nothing occurred. SCP-5985-1: Of course. Vidyarthi. It is. Another. Joke. You are the most intelligent species on Earth, but you did not know it was joke. Your claim to dominance. Is that scientific truth or arrogance? Matters aside. I have not seen a cloudy sky. This is a first. Dr. Vidyarthi: I find it hard to leave this… place now. Now I have more answers than questions. SCP-5985-1: Answers, that I have at will. But you hesitate to pursue them. For when you do… Dr. Vidyarthi: …there is no return from it. SCP-5985-1: You are as wise as the khenchens, or even wiser than them. Perhaps, before we part, I shall disclose to you the secret burial chamber of… Buddha himself. As a gift. Dr. Damien: W-what… burial chamber… Dr. Vidyarthi: …of Buddha? Siddhartha Gautama? SCP-5985-1: Do you speak in latitudes and longitudes? He is resting peacefully at [DATA EXPUNGED]. Dr. Vidyarthi: It seems I will be busy with a lot of things… to occupy my mind. SCP-5985-1: Indeed. There will be no. Anomaly. As your Foundation says. That will happen to you. Vidyarthi. I have learned many things from you. I shall put them into meditation. For now. Dr. Vidyarthi: Meditation? You mean, you will not… talk to me? SCP-5985-1: You have become attached. Vidyarthi. But you must know. You are still human. You remind your peers of that. I have been mixed with human affairs for eons, I believe I have forgotten. Myself. It is time for me. And you. To part for now. Dr. Vidyarthi: I will still communicate with you, if I can. SCP-5985-1: We will see. The exchange of words is over. Remember your choice. Vidyarthi. Namaste! SCP-5985 successfully exited Dr. Vidyarthi's body via the mouth. After, he suffered from minor dehydration and fatigue. All vital signs are normal. Dr. Damien ceased the operation. End video. Dr. Vidyarthi did not exhibit any anomalous properties after the operation, and forwarded a letter to O5 that he will be abstaining from communicating with SCP-5985-1 for a period of time.He was questioned about the matter SCP-5985-1 discussed during the Critical Point of the communication, but Dr. Vidyarthi stated he could not fully comprehend the whole event to give a proper interpretation. Dr. Vidyarthi remains the head of any communication with SCP-5985-1. Presently, communication with SCP-5985-1 has not been initiated again. Addendum SCP-5985-02: On █/██/21 Dr. Damien led an expedition to the coordinates of the burial, forty-five miles away from Bhutan, near the border of Tibet. A cave blocked by rock and ice was discovered, and the interior was a chamber resembling a stupa. In the middle of the chamber was a coffin, carved in the shape of a human. Dr. Damien opened the coffin, and found no corpse. There was only a scroll with a single line of writing in Sanskrit, which in English, roughly translates to: "Vidyarthi. There is nobody here. You have been tricked." It is unknown if this message was written by SCP-5985-1, and whether it was written in the past or the present. Dr. Vidyarthi postulated that SCP-5985-1 indeed wrote it, perhaps it entered a state of forgetfulness, which is one of its properties. It is possible that SCP-5985-1 has already foreseen everything. O5 have strongly recommended a further study into this anomaly, but Dr. Vidyarthi has not taken any initiative to commence another communication4. Footnotes 1. It has been known to be completely nonreactive to temperatures higher than the melting point of Tungsten, which has the highest melting point of all elements (3422 °C, 6192 °F). 2. SCP-5985-1 does not manifest in animals. Although, SCP-5985-1 can weakly communicate with chimpanzees. This could be in relation to its cerebral functions being similar to humans. A study to test SCP-5985-1 with octopi is under evaluation. 3. This explains the longevity the khenchens enjoyed. Their meditation practices were effective in reducing brain activity without complications. - Dr. Damien 4. I believe, gentlemen, that SCP-5985-1 has learned of pranks. How could it possibly have learned this? By reading my mind from the future, getting amused by it, and then doing the little trick. Afterwards, it had forgotten everything from this part. That is just my hypothesis. Namaste. - Dr. Vidyarthi. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5985" by Jakiboy Omega, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5985. Licensed under CC-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-5986 | euclid | close Info X More by this author Item #: SCP-5986 Special Containment Procedures: Any witnesses to SCP-5986 are to be amnesticized by Foundation agents stationed in maternity centers across Rhode Island. Description: SCP-5986 is a phenomenon randomly occurring in the state of Rhode Island. SCP-5986 occurs primarily in newborn infants. During an SCP-5986 event, the affected child will begin to speak in a masculine, adult voice. The transcript of the recorded speech is below: "What's up parents? Hey, did you know that children have three times as many taste buds as you old folks? It's crazy! That's why you should take me down to Millie's Candy Shop, so I can eat plenty of delicious, sweet goodness! And don't worry about packing on extra weight or getting cavities, as all of Millie's candy is zero-calorie with no sugar! That's right zero calories and no sugar! Maybe you parents will even want in on some of this action, eh? We'll see you there!" The affected child will then wink before losing consciousness, ending the SCP-5986 event. Other than SCP-5986 itself, no evidence has been found to support the existence of a Millie's Candy Shop. Millie's Candy Shop has been classified as SCP-5986-1. See Incident 5986-1 for more details. Addendum: Incident 5986-1 On March 11th, 2020, Sarah Hampton gave birth at home with assistance from her wife, Leah Hampton, and Paula Gallagher, a midwife from a local hospital. The child was reportedly affected by the SCP-5986 phenomenon, however, it also gave directions to SCP-5986-1. Leah Hampton followed these directions, and posted about her experience on her amateur blog, Rhode Why?-land. A Foundation webcrawler quickly removed the blog post, and an archive can be seen below: Heyo, Why?-landers! Good news! My wife, Sarah, gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, who we decided to name Stein, right in the comfort of our own home. Thank you to all the commenters who gave recommendations for housewives on our last post! We hired Ms. Gallagher, and she was very kind and helpful through this stressful period of time. A few other things happened too. When Sarah was finally holding Stein, he started talking in a really deep voice, about some Millie's candy store. Then he started giving directions, and, eager to capture his first words, I copied down them down verbatim! Then, after kissing Sarah, I followed 'em! Now, I know you all think I'm crazy. Leave my baby boy just an hour after he's been born? Well, I wouldn't have expected it either, but candy that doesn't give cavities and is zero-calorie from a reputable gal like Millie? I just had to try it! They brought me to this cute, pink little house. It had a garden, but it was just lollipops stuck in dirt. I went in, and this nice young lady greeted me at the counter as I looked around. It was just like any other candy shop, nothing special there. This lady on the other hand, oh boy, she looked a bit like a circus clown, with face paint and all that stuff! The lady introduced herself as the owner of the candy shop, Millie, then asked me what I wanted. I remembered the ad saying they had zero-calorie candy, but that just sounds like a bunch of gobbledygook, so I asked about that. And she laughed! Said everything they have is zero-calorie, all home grown right in her little garden. So I asked how she's able to grow candy, and she said she uses candy seeds. What an ingenious concept! I asked for a sample, and she gave me a little pack of gummy bears, my favorite candy, and told me to give them a taste. But then something amazing happened. Holding them in my hand, they were weightless! I even tried dropping them, but they floated right in the air. Millie said that they naturally go down into your stomach when you eat them, and not to worry about it getting stuck anywhere along the way. Without hesitation, I shoved them in my mouth, and they were really really good! So I bought a few big boxes of them, they were so affordably priced, and Sarah also really likes gummy bears, so it'll help her get off her post-pregnancy cravings. So I paid, looked up, and the store was gone. Gone! I was standing right in the middle of the woods with a bunch of gummy bears in my hands! But gosh, that Millie was so kind, and her candy is soooooooo good! You should definitely make your way down to Millie's Candy Shop— be it for your kids or for yourself. After all, adults have sweet teeth too! Alright now, I've gotta get back to taking care of Stein, so thank you for reading, Why?-landers! See you next post, and remember, Millie's candy is all zero-calorie, the perfect diet snack! Shortly after the post was deleted, Foundation agents were dispatched to Rhode Island, where all witnesses were interviewed and amnesticized. Upon attempting to follow the directions that had previously given to Leah Hampton, they led to a nearby forest. Investigation and testing concerning the access of SCP-5986-1 is currently ongoing, as no other SCP-5986 instances have given directions following this incident. Foundation agents stationed in maternity centers have also been encouraged to advertise their services for home births in order to prevent similar incidents from occurring. Incident 5986-2 On May 23rd, 2020, a Foundation agent stationed at a post office in Hope, Rhode Island reported the sudden manifestation of hundreds of letters within a postbox as they were emptying it. Upon further inspection, it was discovered that the letters were addressed to the parents of each child that had been affected by SCP-5986. A transcription of one of the letters can be seen below: Sad news, pals. Millie's Candy Shop is closing! That's right, now you'll have to settle for candy with CALORIES! Isn't that just disgusting? I'd love to stay open and continue sating your cravings with my zero-sugar treats, but candy shops need business, and I simply wasn't getting any, despite all of my top-notch advertising! Perhaps it's because someone scared all my customers away! Have fun making your teeth rot! And remember, dentists are always watching! ~ Your dearest ex-candymaker, Millie As of Incident 5986-2, no new instances of the SCP-5986 phenomenon have occurred. Reclassification to Neutralized pending. 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SCP-5986 | uncontained | close Info X More by this author Item #: SCP-5986 Special Containment Procedures: Any witnesses to SCP-5986 are to be amnesticized by Foundation agents stationed in maternity centers across Rhode Island. Description: SCP-5986 is a phenomenon randomly occurring in the state of Rhode Island. SCP-5986 occurs primarily in newborn infants. During an SCP-5986 event, the affected child will begin to speak in a masculine, adult voice. The transcript of the recorded speech is below: "What's up parents? Hey, did you know that children have three times as many taste buds as you old folks? It's crazy! That's why you should take me down to Millie's Candy Shop, so I can eat plenty of delicious, sweet goodness! And don't worry about packing on extra weight or getting cavities, as all of Millie's candy is zero-calorie with no sugar! That's right zero calories and no sugar! Maybe you parents will even want in on some of this action, eh? We'll see you there!" The affected child will then wink before losing consciousness, ending the SCP-5986 event. Other than SCP-5986 itself, no evidence has been found to support the existence of a Millie's Candy Shop. Millie's Candy Shop has been classified as SCP-5986-1. See Incident 5986-1 for more details. Addendum: Incident 5986-1 On March 11th, 2020, Sarah Hampton gave birth at home with assistance from her wife, Leah Hampton, and Paula Gallagher, a midwife from a local hospital. The child was reportedly affected by the SCP-5986 phenomenon, however, it also gave directions to SCP-5986-1. Leah Hampton followed these directions, and posted about her experience on her amateur blog, Rhode Why?-land. A Foundation webcrawler quickly removed the blog post, and an archive can be seen below: Heyo, Why?-landers! Good news! My wife, Sarah, gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, who we decided to name Stein, right in the comfort of our own home. Thank you to all the commenters who gave recommendations for housewives on our last post! We hired Ms. Gallagher, and she was very kind and helpful through this stressful period of time. A few other things happened too. When Sarah was finally holding Stein, he started talking in a really deep voice, about some Millie's candy store. Then he started giving directions, and, eager to capture his first words, I copied down them down verbatim! Then, after kissing Sarah, I followed 'em! Now, I know you all think I'm crazy. Leave my baby boy just an hour after he's been born? Well, I wouldn't have expected it either, but candy that doesn't give cavities and is zero-calorie from a reputable gal like Millie? I just had to try it! They brought me to this cute, pink little house. It had a garden, but it was just lollipops stuck in dirt. I went in, and this nice young lady greeted me at the counter as I looked around. It was just like any other candy shop, nothing special there. This lady on the other hand, oh boy, she looked a bit like a circus clown, with face paint and all that stuff! The lady introduced herself as the owner of the candy shop, Millie, then asked me what I wanted. I remembered the ad saying they had zero-calorie candy, but that just sounds like a bunch of gobbledygook, so I asked about that. And she laughed! Said everything they have is zero-calorie, all home grown right in her little garden. So I asked how she's able to grow candy, and she said she uses candy seeds. What an ingenious concept! I asked for a sample, and she gave me a little pack of gummy bears, my favorite candy, and told me to give them a taste. But then something amazing happened. Holding them in my hand, they were weightless! I even tried dropping them, but they floated right in the air. Millie said that they naturally go down into your stomach when you eat them, and not to worry about it getting stuck anywhere along the way. Without hesitation, I shoved them in my mouth, and they were really really good! So I bought a few big boxes of them, they were so affordably priced, and Sarah also really likes gummy bears, so it'll help her get off her post-pregnancy cravings. So I paid, looked up, and the store was gone. Gone! I was standing right in the middle of the woods with a bunch of gummy bears in my hands! But gosh, that Millie was so kind, and her candy is soooooooo good! You should definitely make your way down to Millie's Candy Shop— be it for your kids or for yourself. After all, adults have sweet teeth too! Alright now, I've gotta get back to taking care of Stein, so thank you for reading, Why?-landers! See you next post, and remember, Millie's candy is all zero-calorie, the perfect diet snack! Shortly after the post was deleted, Foundation agents were dispatched to Rhode Island, where all witnesses were interviewed and amnesticized. Upon attempting to follow the directions that had previously given to Leah Hampton, they led to a nearby forest. Investigation and testing concerning the access of SCP-5986-1 is currently ongoing, as no other SCP-5986 instances have given directions following this incident. Foundation agents stationed in maternity centers have also been encouraged to advertise their services for home births in order to prevent similar incidents from occurring. Incident 5986-2 On May 23rd, 2020, a Foundation agent stationed at a post office in Hope, Rhode Island reported the sudden manifestation of hundreds of letters within a postbox as they were emptying it. Upon further inspection, it was discovered that the letters were addressed to the parents of each child that had been affected by SCP-5986. A transcription of one of the letters can be seen below: Sad news, pals. Millie's Candy Shop is closing! That's right, now you'll have to settle for candy with CALORIES! Isn't that just disgusting? I'd love to stay open and continue sating your cravings with my zero-sugar treats, but candy shops need business, and I simply wasn't getting any, despite all of my top-notch advertising! Perhaps it's because someone scared all my customers away! Have fun making your teeth rot! And remember, dentists are always watching! ~ Your dearest ex-candymaker, Millie As of Incident 5986-2, no new instances of the SCP-5986 phenomenon have occurred. Reclassification to Neutralized pending. 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SCP-5987 | euclid | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file is a digitalised copy of an American Secure Containment Initiative file that has been preserved for posterity. Please consult your local HCML Supervisor before acting on any information in this file. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item Number: 6789-AH Threat Level: Green No Threat Currently ASCI Protocols for Containment: A bounty of 10 thousand francs has been placed on 6789-AH's head, with an additional 100 francs for each of his crew members. As political complications resulting from Emperor Napoleon's military campaigns have prevented the Estate noir from supporting the ASCI, business in the state of France concerning 6789-AH should be conducted through intermediaries. Description: Item 6789-AH is the French captain François Aregnaudeau, captain of the Duc de Dantzig. The item is believed to be a Preternatural Being of some renown, though a full description of its abilities is unconfirmed. What has been observed is that 6789-AH is able to physically control the paths of other ships within eyesight, manipulating their sails and riggings any way it pleases. 6789-AH has used this ability to run vessels and their crews aground, or dash them against rocks and collect whatever of value remained. As a result of these abilities, 6789-AH was able to become a highly successful privateer in service to France, capturing over 30 military and merchant ships in under ten years. Apprehension of the item while at sea is highly inadvisable. Officers should wait until Item 6789-AH has disembarked, and sink Duc de Dantzig as soon as possible to cut off a means of escape. 14/12/1812: In December of 1812, a report was published in a local French newspaper of a naval ship's encounter with the Duc de Dantzig. Due to the Second War of Independence, a full examination and review of the event was not possible. We had spotted the vessel floating at sea late last night, floating on the waves with seemingly no direction. The decision was made to contact the crew. If they were good and courteous Frenchmen, we would assist them in whatever distress they had found themselves in. If they were brigands, we would assist their distress. As we drew closer, we were perplexed at the silence at which the ship stood. There were no signs of a recent skirmish, or the impact of a storm, it was in perfect condition. A boarding party came up beside it, and I was first among them. We found an ungodly amount of blood staining the deck. It appeared that the whole crew, at least fifty men strong, had been slaughtered. Men were hanging off the ropes like criminals, others laid on the ground with their entrails thrown astride, and many had simply had their faces caved in with cannonballs fired from their own cannons. One man, dressed in the finery of a captain (and with the putrid stench of a corpse), had been lashed to the main mast, swords piercing his hands and feet like a ghastly crucifixion. Bloody papers in the hold identified the ship as the Duc de Dantzig, a privateering ship of some small fame. It had gone missing some time ago and resurfaced here. What had happened? Had the crew gone mad, overthrowing the captain? But why would they destroy themselves in such a manner? Francois made the decision to burn the ship, one I agreed heartily with. Whatever evil occurred there, it was best to leave it. Based on the details of the scene above, it is the opinion of ASCI Command that a mutiny occurred against Item 6789-AH in which it was slain, but not before it used its anomalous abilities to enact the deaths of its crew. The possibility of other members of the Duc de Dantzig having had similar powers has not been ruled out. With the death of Item 6789-AH, the mission has been closed. You have (1) additional file to view. Open file? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5987" by Cerastes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5987. Licensed under CC-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: sirenhead Author: Cerastes, Jon Parise License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Derivative of: Flickr |
SCP-5988 | safe | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This page has been archived under the orders of the Overseer Council and is currently pending deletion. As such, all information and references pertaining to the contents within this file are to be deemed as untrue and misleading. The hut leading to the entrance of SCP-5988. Item #: SCP-5988 Special Containment Procedures: The trapdoor leading to the entrance of SCP-5988 is to be sealed with a new padlock and hidden under a new set of floorboards. Exploration within SCP-5988 is currently suspended until further notice. Description: SCP-5988 refers to a massive facility located underneath a hut inland of Princess Elizabeth Land, Antarctica. The hut appeared to have been abandoned for a considerable amount of time. The interior of the hut appears normal with three rooms: a bathroom, a bedroom with two beds, and a kitchen. A wooden trapdoor is hidden underneath a bearskin carpet in the bedroom. During its initial discovery, the trapdoor appeared to have been sealed with a rusted padlock; however, the padlock's shackle appears to be broken apart. Further inspection of the lock's body indicate scratch marks, implying a tool was used to break it open. Opening the trapdoor reveals a shaft with a ladder built into it. The shaft extends for over a hundred meters down and leads to an open room. The contents of this room consists of a control panel with a large glass viewport and a metal placard on the viewport's left side reading "Dreamscape Facility". Above that appears to be a heavily damaged placard; with the only readable portion being "Abnormalities". On top of the control panel lies a headset visor with cables running to a computer terminal which has been recently left active. Beside this panel are large tanks with pipelines connecting to the chamber filled with pentobarbitals, benzodiazepines, and other liquid sedatives. Beyond the viewport is a dark, spacious chamber with a ceiling spotlight serving as the only source of illumination on the entity inside. Image file recovered from within the computer. Context unknown. Inside the chamber is a humanoid entity covered entirely in bandages and suspended eight feet off the ground by six chains1 with cables and tubes attached to the entity's spine and the back of its head. Attached to the entity's face is a headset and visor similar in appearance to the headset outside the chamber. Beside the computer is a leather-bound journal (See Addendum 5988.1 for more details). When the visor is worn, viewers will experience a period of darkness before losing consciousness and falling into rapid eye movement (REM) sleep. Seconds later, the screen on the computer terminal will change from standby to reflect the perspective of the viewer. Individuals will find themselves sitting in a steel chair inside an oneiric environment resembling a Foundation interrogation room, in front of a table along with another vacant chair at the opposite end. Viewers will often find themselves "waking up" upon being materialized into this room. Individuals can only exit this space by a second party deactivating the terminal connected to the headset; instantly waking up the exiting individuals. The room itself is largely unfurnished, save for a coat rack located near the open hallway which holds a fedora and a black business suit in its place. Unlike the rest of the area, both the hat and suit do not appear to be covered in dust; it would appear to have been left there recently. The layout of the area is built with two rooms, separated only by a hallway. This hallway hosts hundreds of what appear to be cramped hibernation pods built into the walls, each of them possessing a gas canister on the left side and a glass dome for viewing but are all obscured by a dark metallic covering from within the glass. Each of the pods have a single, small picture of an adolescent child attached to the top left corner. Only one of these pods, located near the left wall of the hallway, appears to have been opened. This pod's glass dome is broken with shattered glass and dried blood scattered all over. Inside, the pod bears a soiled mattress with leather straps for restraining. Located at the top right corner, the canister's tube exudes an odorless, colorless gas within. Analysis of the substance has revealed it to be a mixture of liquid sedatives similar to the kind used on the figure outside2. The picture for this pod has been torn off. All of these pods also have large tubes which are organized together into six larger groups of tubes that connect with the wall at the end of the hallway, separated into three by a large door with an altered Foundation insignia engraved at the center. The door displays damage such as scratch marks and deformities consistent with terminal ballistics. Despite the damage, the door still holds and cannot be opened. Three bullet casings can be found lying at the front. Analysis of the door's makeup has revealed it to be composed of beryllium copper that's been lined with an unknown alloy that causes migraines and speech impediment when exposed in the vicinity of human beings. A closer analysis of the material warrants further investigation. Addendum 5988.1: Journal Contents + Display Addendum - Hide Addendum The journal depicts astronomical models of the planet Earth surrounded by the Kuiper Belt as well as individual illustrations of various asteroids and dwarf planets3. They are depicted as having distended hands and human eyes emerging from their craters along with an organic surface covered in numerous glyphs. The journal also hosts written text; however, the writing is incoherent to the point of illegibility and cannot be understood. Certain words have been repeated throughout the pages of the journal, these words include "sleeping", "nightmare", "vessels", "more", and "reborn." The phrase "the children scream to feed her billion mouths" appears multiple times in the book but is never seen again when the pages are checked. The significance of the text and the drawings are currently unknown. Footnotes 1. These chains are held to the figure's arms, feet, waist, and neck. 2. However, a closer analysis has revealed that this also contains an unknown chemical that can cause disturbing dreams and nightmares in the sleeping individual. Research into this substance is currently underway. 3. Notable sketches have included Ceres, 4 Vesta, 243 Ida, and Pluto's moon, Charon. |
SCP-5989 | keter | The following file is preserved in accordance with the Records and Information Security Administration's Neutralized Object guidelines. Image of PoI-5989 while using SCP-5989 to pose as a mold inspector. Photo captured by a security guard's body camera on the mega-yacht of ████ █████. Item #: SCP-5989 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5989 and PoI-5989 are presently uncontained. A joint operation between Foundation and Global Occult Coalition assets is underway to either apprehend or neutralize them. Due to the infohazardous properties of SCP-5989, security footage of PoI-5989's actions is the primary method of determining his identity, methods, and next potential victim. As a result of the high profile nature of Poi-5989's victims, the Foundation has enacted Procedure Midas. This entails the mass production of mnestically trained body doubles. Site-117's1 Site-128's medical wing has been reconstructed into a mass cloning and mnestic reprogramming center to accommodate Procedure Midas. For select instances where PoI-5989's victim is of advanced age, a cover story of death by age-related illness is deemed an acceptable alternative to replacement. In preparation for potential future assassinations, the Foundation stockpiles multiple copies of the top 50 most likely future targets. Description: SCP-5989 is an object that overwrites the viewer's perception of the holder's appearance to be viewed as appropriate for the environment they are observed in. This effect persists even through remote live surveillance and on recorded footage. AIC analysis of video evidence shows this property is tied to the information used to construct the image itself. The use of multiple senses to perceive SCP-5989 magnifies this effect, creating a more compelling appearance of being authorized to access that area. The actual appearance of SCP-5989 is currently unknown.2 PoI-5989 presumably presents as a human male and is theorized to be the creator of SCP-5989. The capture or termination of PoI-5989 has been elevated to Level Violet Black priority. Addendum 5989.1: Discovery Log SCP-5989 was discovered on 2028/11/05 when PoI-5989 murdered █████ ███████. The assassination was accomplished via an explosive charge planted inside the bedchamber of the victim's most commonly used upstate New York mansion. The following is a log of PoI-5989's actions as recorded by the estate's surveillance system. <Video Start> PoI-5989 arrives in a Time Warner Cable maintenance van at the mansion gates. He argues with the checkpoint intercom and strikes at an area in front of his sternum multiple times. After one minute and 23 seconds, the gates open and he proceeds inside. The van parks in front of the mansion entrance where a crew of armed security personnel approach. Guard Captain: Ok, you'll need to present some ID before we can let you into the estate. PoI-5989: Right here. PoI-5989 holds up a lanyard with nothing on its end to the captain. Guard Captain: Alright that checks out. Stevens! Show him up to the modem closet. The guard to the captain's right motions PoI-5989 up the stairs to the building entrance and the two head inside. Guard: You here for the internet? Wifi's been a bit slow on my phone lately. PoI-5989: Yeah. Got a call in about it this morning. The pair proceed up the stairs and down a hallway until the guard points towards a door and they stop. Guard: Here it is. PoI-5989: Ok, I'm going to do a signal check here. Should be about 5 minutes. Guard: Gotcha. The two enter the room and PoI-5989 approaches the modem before kneeling down and taking off his backpack. Guard: You work a lot of rich folk? PoI-5989: Yup, they always get put first on the service queue. PoI-5989 takes out several modems and devices appearing as signal diagnostic tools and places them on the floor. He proceeds to take one of the diagnostic probes and stabs it into the surface of a modem before pressing buttons across the surface of the tool. Guard: Don't you need to plug those into the machine there? PoI-5989: I'm testing the wifi in here first. Hey, can you give me some space? Corporate doesn't give me much time per house and I have a long day ahead of me. Guard: Mood. Gotta piss anyway. The guard leaves the room as PoI-5989 pulls out a laptop and plugs it into the modem. Four minutes and 49 seconds pass as a list of IP addresses fills the screen. He highlights one, copies it into his phone, closes, and disconnects his laptop. PoI-5989 stands back up and leaves the server room. He waits in the hallway until the guard returns. Guard: You done? PoI-5989: Well, the modem's fine. Problem must be on one of the routers' end. Which one does the customer use most frequently? Guard: Probably the bedroom. Mr. ███████ is one for tweeting on the shitter. PoI-5989: And is he typically the only user on that router? The guard chuckles. Guard: Well, that depends on if he is going to be partying. He likes his girls. Why? PoI-5989: Trying to gauge the network load. Can you take me there? The sentry motions PoI-5989 down the hallway and the two enter the master bedroom. The guard points toward the massive flatscreen television. Guard: Router is there behind the TV. PoI-5989 moves to the television and briefly looks behind it before proceeding toward the California King sized bed. He takes the modem from earlier out of his backpack and slides under the bed frame. Guard: Aren't you here for the router? PoI-5989 waves an empty hand about from under the bed and taps his closed fist against the floor three times. PoI-5989: I'm exactly where I need to be. Installing a signal booster. The guard nods and watches PoI-5989 continue his work. PoI-5989 emerges from under the bed after four minutes and 11 seconds. PoI-5989: Alright, that should do it. The guard escorts PoI-5989 out of the mansion. PoI-5989 shakes hands with the guard and his commander before returning to his van. The van proceeds out of the estate grounds. Out of the corner of the backyard camera feed, a Time Warner Cable van passes by on a route deeper into the neighborhood. Approximately 12 hours later, at 22:18:52 on 2028/11/05, an explosion is heard from the mansion. One hour and 32 minutes later, a Time Warner Cable van is seen exiting the neighborhood. <Video End> Note: █████ ███████'s death was initially considered an act of non-anomalous terrorism until the assassination of PoI-5989's next victim, ████ █████, by the sinking of his mega-yacht while crossing the Pacific Ocean. Following confirmation by 12 separate AIC's analysis of both assassination events, the Foundation determined that infohazardous effects were used to accomplish these murders and implemented Procedure Midas. Addendum 5989.2: Site-117 Destruction Log Note: During the time following the initiation of Procedure Midas, PoI-5989 had claimed nine additional victims, bringing his total murder count up to 11. Timestamp: 2031/01/03 02:21:10 Location: Site-117 Medical Wing, South Dakota, New Confederated Republics of North America <Video Start> Procedure Midas lead, Dr. Johnson, watches crews perform a synaptic analysis of 25 clones held within gestation tanks when the alarm klaxons blare. He initiates lockdown procedures for the area as a squad of MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down" enters the room per Procedure Midas's security protocols. Dr. Johnson proceeds to direct medical crews in the evacuation of stored body doubles to an off-site bunker. Johnson: Get them on the elevators! Nu-7 Commander Olga Lensing approaches Dr. Johnson with a security detail as the Procedure Midas staff disconnect the tanks. Johnson: What's happening out there? Lensing: Proximity alarms on the other end of the facility. Initial infrared scans indicate it is likely a wayward cattle rancher. Lotta of those running on to our grounds these days. Johnson: Again? Never thought I would be missing the Bureau of Land Management. Lensing: Should I call off the evacuation? Johnson: No, it's been long enough and they need some practice in emergency protocols. Lensing: Roger that. Commander Lensing turns towards her troops behind her. Lensing: Martinez! Take echo team and see if you can't chase off those cows. Smith, head topside and prep the escort to the bunker. The rest of you are on high alert patrols. Present Nu-7 members in unison: Yes Sir! Nu-7 disperses with the exception of Lensing and her personal detail as efforts to move the clones continues. Two hours and 27 minutes of footage redacted for brevity. Johnson: Alright, all copies are on the train ready for transport. Any more cows out there, Commander? Lensing: Nope. We have the all clear. Commander Lensing sighs and rubs her right hip before taking a seat. Johnson: You alright? You shouldn't be on active duty this close to your third trimester. Commander Lensing snorts once in response. Lensing: Duty calls no matter how much little Sally kicks. Johnson: Taking after her mother? Lensing: Unfortunately. The two laugh until Commander Lensing's radio lights up. Radio: Commander! The train just got derailed! One of the cattle adjacent to the tracks just… detonated the moment we passed by! We have a full scale breach of Procedure Midas specimens! Johnson: WHAT! Lensing: Get those clones rounded up! The last thing we need is- The sound of an explosion from the remaining on-site gestation tanks interrupts Commander Lensing and sends the present crew into disarray. The facility's liquid nitrogen piping is ruptured in the process and floods the room with obscuring gas. Johnson rushes over to help up Lensing where he is struck in the forehead by a single bullet. Commander Lensing looks behind herself to see a member of her security detail holding a still smoking handgun in Johnson's direction. The individual looks down at Commander Lensing. PoI-5989: Boy or girl? Lensing: Why are you doing this? PoI-5989 grabs at an empty spot in front of his sternum and points toward Commander Lensing's belly. Nitrogen gas covers the feed. PoI-5989: For her. Two and a half seconds of silence. Lensing: I'm sorry. A flash of light is seen through the haze along with the sound of another gunshot, this time emanating from Lensing's position. PoI-5989: Don't (gasps) apologize, I'm exactly where I need to be. A second explosion interrupts the feed. <Video End> Note: The following are example communications from those purged by the cleanup operation for Site-117's destruction. Text is taken from a local Facebook group dedicated to Okobojo, the South Dakota township closest to Site-117. Date: 2031/01/04 Sam Denton: Uhh. Guys? I need some advice. I think Jeff Bezos is currently rummaging through my trashcan outside. Carla Montique: Bullshit, Sam. Sam Denton: No, really. Check this out. [Image Redacted] Maria Menendez: LMAO. HOLY SHIT! Sam Denton: What am I supposed to do? I went outside and he incoherently screeched and hissed at me. Phillip Williams: You can always offer him a jar to piss in like they did for my cousin in Seattle. Carla Montique: Well, apologies are in order. Alex Gorsky is currently dropping a deuce in my garden. Alexa Vanders: I'll call your Bezos and raise you two naked Michael Bloombergs fighting over that dog the sheriff ran over yesterday. PoI-5989 was reclassified as a Level Black threat following the recontainment of all Midas specimens. Addendum 5989.3: Neutralization Log Note: Following her survival from the destruction of Site-117, Olga Lensing was promoted to head of the joint effort to eliminate PoI-5989. Extensive analysis of his psychological profile resulted in five candidates for his next assassination target. All five were given increased security details with around-the-clock surveillance of their surrounding area by satellite imaging. Timestamp: 2031/05/21 14:26:50 Command Personnel: Commander Olga Lensing (SCP Foundation), Commander Cynthia Valenski (Global Occult Coalition), Senator Thomas Cotton (NCRNA Department of Paranormal Defense Division Head) Location: Summer Gala for the Homeless, Saint Louis, Missouri, New Confederated Republics of North America. Potential Target: ████ ███████, Event Host <Video Start> Commander Lensing wheels up to the GOC private manning the surveillance station at the remote monitoring facility 80km away from the event. Lensing: Keep an eye on security staff movements for anything resembling a physical impairment. We don't know when he will insert himself into the detail but we do know he didn't come out of 117 unscathed. Cotton approaches from behind and pats Lensing on her right shoulder. Cotton: Relax, I'm not even sure why we are this concerned. This guy isn't one for blowing up the poors. Valenski: You're still thinking too 20th century, Senator. He has an intense fixation on these targets that has been repetitively shown to supersede his consideration for others. Cotton: (Snorts) I'm not here to ask why someone kills over not being able to afford an iPhone. I'm here to put them six feet under before they endanger someone important. Lensing: You can't stop something you can't understand. If you have nothing to contribute then just enjoy the show. Hopefully we are wrong about this one. Valenski: Event's starting. We have a 3km perimeter established around the convention center. All teams reporting in with all clear. Lensing: Roger that, radio the VIP's detail and let them know he is good to go. We have kinetic bombardment targeted for stage on the standby. Cotton: Wait wait wait wait. What did you say? Valenski: We have a Level Black threat here, Senator. Cotton: ███████ is worth 127 billion dollars, Commanders! Lensing: His identity is, yes. Senator Cotton stares at Commander Lensing in silence while she turns back towards the monitors for the satellite feed. One hour and 49 minutes pass as the gala proceeds. Valenski: Dinner is complete and the chefs are leaving the building through the designated checkpoints. Looks like their implanted isotope signatures are working well. Not a single untagged personnel is moving through security. ████ ███████: Well, I hope everyone here has enjoyed themselves but let's remember the noble cause we gather here today for, our tax returns! The gala crowd breaks into laughter in response to the host's joke. ████ ███████: We are passing a plate around now for any last minute donations. Any stray millions you have to spare are greatly appreciated for our general fund. As we do, let us raise a toast to the great city we support with our generosity! ████ ███████ raises a glass to the air. ████ ███████: To St. Louis! The crowd in unison: To St. Louis! The glass shatters and a gunshot rings out afterwards. ████ ███████ remains standing on stage unharmed and in a perplexed state. The crowd remains silent for one and a half seconds before devolving into panic. Lensing: Triangulate that sound! Valenski: It's coming from a point 5.5 kilometers away and 1.8 kilometers in the air! Cotton: What? Lensing: A drone, Senator. Likely equipped with a rail gun if it pierced the convention center roof. Cotton: I know about drones, Lensing. I voted on the bills for that very hardware. How did it get within our airspace? Valenski: Radar is still registering it as a pigeon. Lensing: There's your answer. Commander Lensing spins 180 degrees in her wheelchair and shouts over to operative manning the communication array. Lensing: Evacuate the facility and move in MTF Phi-89 to sweep for explosives! Cotton: He missed. Do we really need to panic them any more than they already are? Valenski: We are picking up multiple heat signatures converging on the convention center! Lensing: Focus on them! The satellite feed focuses on the area and magnifies it to show thousands of homeless residents of St. Louis. The mob runs through the warnings and gunfire from the present police force and up to the front of the convention center. The patrons fleeing the facility come through the entryway only to stop at the sight of the throng of beggars. Lensing: Focus on that mob! Scan for physical impairments to the right leg! Valenski: I'm getting 229 matches! Cotton: What are you waiting for! Stop them! Lensing: I'm not going to drop a bombardment on 5,000 innocent people! Cotton: Well this isn't your jurisdiction. Senator Cotton removes the personnel from the the kinetic salvo guidance system and changes its target location onto the approaching mob. He hits the fire button with his open palm right as Lensing throws herself out of her wheelchair at him. Valenski: Expected yield of 0.15 kilotons coming down! Lensing: YOU. JUST. MURDERED. FIVE. THOUSAND. PEOPLE! Commander Lensing flips Senator Cotton up to face her and strikes him in the face with a closed fist between each word. Lensing rolls off of the senator and starts wailing as the senator gasps. Cotton: And only twenty billion in gross domestic product. The salvo hits the area and the feed turns white for 0.79 seconds. The present homeless and exiting patrons scatter the grounds atop one another as the feed returns. One figure crawls out of the wreckage on his one, remaining leg. He climbs out of the crater before he falls and turns over to face the sky. The satellite image focuses on him as he grabs at an empty point in front of his sternum. He kisses the point and stares up towards the camera. The following is transcribed by lip reading technology. PoI-5989: I'm exactly where I need to be. And I've been here 68,000 times. I would be here for 68,000 more given the chance again. <Video End> Addendum 5989.4: Neutralized Object Entry Item #: 5989 Special Containment Procedures: Following PoI-5989's termination, all anomalous properties to SCP-5989 ceased. The object was subsequently declared neutralized. Description: SCP-5989 is the disembodied hand of a five year old human female. Analysis of the remaining tissue indicates the subject died of advanced untreated leukemia. It is bound into a paper mache necklace made from 51 past due medical bills and one notice of terminated chemotherapy treatment. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 5989.2 2. See Addendum 5989.4 |
SCP-5989 | neutralized | The following file is preserved in accordance with the Records and Information Security Administration's Neutralized Object guidelines. Image of PoI-5989 while using SCP-5989 to pose as a mold inspector. Photo captured by a security guard's body camera on the mega-yacht of ████ █████. Item #: SCP-5989 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5989 and PoI-5989 are presently uncontained. A joint operation between Foundation and Global Occult Coalition assets is underway to either apprehend or neutralize them. Due to the infohazardous properties of SCP-5989, security footage of PoI-5989's actions is the primary method of determining his identity, methods, and next potential victim. As a result of the high profile nature of Poi-5989's victims, the Foundation has enacted Procedure Midas. This entails the mass production of mnestically trained body doubles. Site-117's1 Site-128's medical wing has been reconstructed into a mass cloning and mnestic reprogramming center to accommodate Procedure Midas. For select instances where PoI-5989's victim is of advanced age, a cover story of death by age-related illness is deemed an acceptable alternative to replacement. In preparation for potential future assassinations, the Foundation stockpiles multiple copies of the top 50 most likely future targets. Description: SCP-5989 is an object that overwrites the viewer's perception of the holder's appearance to be viewed as appropriate for the environment they are observed in. This effect persists even through remote live surveillance and on recorded footage. AIC analysis of video evidence shows this property is tied to the information used to construct the image itself. The use of multiple senses to perceive SCP-5989 magnifies this effect, creating a more compelling appearance of being authorized to access that area. The actual appearance of SCP-5989 is currently unknown.2 PoI-5989 presumably presents as a human male and is theorized to be the creator of SCP-5989. The capture or termination of PoI-5989 has been elevated to Level Violet Black priority. Addendum 5989.1: Discovery Log SCP-5989 was discovered on 2028/11/05 when PoI-5989 murdered █████ ███████. The assassination was accomplished via an explosive charge planted inside the bedchamber of the victim's most commonly used upstate New York mansion. The following is a log of PoI-5989's actions as recorded by the estate's surveillance system. <Video Start> PoI-5989 arrives in a Time Warner Cable maintenance van at the mansion gates. He argues with the checkpoint intercom and strikes at an area in front of his sternum multiple times. After one minute and 23 seconds, the gates open and he proceeds inside. The van parks in front of the mansion entrance where a crew of armed security personnel approach. Guard Captain: Ok, you'll need to present some ID before we can let you into the estate. PoI-5989: Right here. PoI-5989 holds up a lanyard with nothing on its end to the captain. Guard Captain: Alright that checks out. Stevens! Show him up to the modem closet. The guard to the captain's right motions PoI-5989 up the stairs to the building entrance and the two head inside. Guard: You here for the internet? Wifi's been a bit slow on my phone lately. PoI-5989: Yeah. Got a call in about it this morning. The pair proceed up the stairs and down a hallway until the guard points towards a door and they stop. Guard: Here it is. PoI-5989: Ok, I'm going to do a signal check here. Should be about 5 minutes. Guard: Gotcha. The two enter the room and PoI-5989 approaches the modem before kneeling down and taking off his backpack. Guard: You work a lot of rich folk? PoI-5989: Yup, they always get put first on the service queue. PoI-5989 takes out several modems and devices appearing as signal diagnostic tools and places them on the floor. He proceeds to take one of the diagnostic probes and stabs it into the surface of a modem before pressing buttons across the surface of the tool. Guard: Don't you need to plug those into the machine there? PoI-5989: I'm testing the wifi in here first. Hey, can you give me some space? Corporate doesn't give me much time per house and I have a long day ahead of me. Guard: Mood. Gotta piss anyway. The guard leaves the room as PoI-5989 pulls out a laptop and plugs it into the modem. Four minutes and 49 seconds pass as a list of IP addresses fills the screen. He highlights one, copies it into his phone, closes, and disconnects his laptop. PoI-5989 stands back up and leaves the server room. He waits in the hallway until the guard returns. Guard: You done? PoI-5989: Well, the modem's fine. Problem must be on one of the routers' end. Which one does the customer use most frequently? Guard: Probably the bedroom. Mr. ███████ is one for tweeting on the shitter. PoI-5989: And is he typically the only user on that router? The guard chuckles. Guard: Well, that depends on if he is going to be partying. He likes his girls. Why? PoI-5989: Trying to gauge the network load. Can you take me there? The sentry motions PoI-5989 down the hallway and the two enter the master bedroom. The guard points toward the massive flatscreen television. Guard: Router is there behind the TV. PoI-5989 moves to the television and briefly looks behind it before proceeding toward the California King sized bed. He takes the modem from earlier out of his backpack and slides under the bed frame. Guard: Aren't you here for the router? PoI-5989 waves an empty hand about from under the bed and taps his closed fist against the floor three times. PoI-5989: I'm exactly where I need to be. Installing a signal booster. The guard nods and watches PoI-5989 continue his work. PoI-5989 emerges from under the bed after four minutes and 11 seconds. PoI-5989: Alright, that should do it. The guard escorts PoI-5989 out of the mansion. PoI-5989 shakes hands with the guard and his commander before returning to his van. The van proceeds out of the estate grounds. Out of the corner of the backyard camera feed, a Time Warner Cable van passes by on a route deeper into the neighborhood. Approximately 12 hours later, at 22:18:52 on 2028/11/05, an explosion is heard from the mansion. One hour and 32 minutes later, a Time Warner Cable van is seen exiting the neighborhood. <Video End> Note: █████ ███████'s death was initially considered an act of non-anomalous terrorism until the assassination of PoI-5989's next victim, ████ █████, by the sinking of his mega-yacht while crossing the Pacific Ocean. Following confirmation by 12 separate AIC's analysis of both assassination events, the Foundation determined that infohazardous effects were used to accomplish these murders and implemented Procedure Midas. Addendum 5989.2: Site-117 Destruction Log Note: During the time following the initiation of Procedure Midas, PoI-5989 had claimed nine additional victims, bringing his total murder count up to 11. Timestamp: 2031/01/03 02:21:10 Location: Site-117 Medical Wing, South Dakota, New Confederated Republics of North America <Video Start> Procedure Midas lead, Dr. Johnson, watches crews perform a synaptic analysis of 25 clones held within gestation tanks when the alarm klaxons blare. He initiates lockdown procedures for the area as a squad of MTF Nu-7 "Hammer Down" enters the room per Procedure Midas's security protocols. Dr. Johnson proceeds to direct medical crews in the evacuation of stored body doubles to an off-site bunker. Johnson: Get them on the elevators! Nu-7 Commander Olga Lensing approaches Dr. Johnson with a security detail as the Procedure Midas staff disconnect the tanks. Johnson: What's happening out there? Lensing: Proximity alarms on the other end of the facility. Initial infrared scans indicate it is likely a wayward cattle rancher. Lotta of those running on to our grounds these days. Johnson: Again? Never thought I would be missing the Bureau of Land Management. Lensing: Should I call off the evacuation? Johnson: No, it's been long enough and they need some practice in emergency protocols. Lensing: Roger that. Commander Lensing turns towards her troops behind her. Lensing: Martinez! Take echo team and see if you can't chase off those cows. Smith, head topside and prep the escort to the bunker. The rest of you are on high alert patrols. Present Nu-7 members in unison: Yes Sir! Nu-7 disperses with the exception of Lensing and her personal detail as efforts to move the clones continues. Two hours and 27 minutes of footage redacted for brevity. Johnson: Alright, all copies are on the train ready for transport. Any more cows out there, Commander? Lensing: Nope. We have the all clear. Commander Lensing sighs and rubs her right hip before taking a seat. Johnson: You alright? You shouldn't be on active duty this close to your third trimester. Commander Lensing snorts once in response. Lensing: Duty calls no matter how much little Sally kicks. Johnson: Taking after her mother? Lensing: Unfortunately. The two laugh until Commander Lensing's radio lights up. Radio: Commander! The train just got derailed! One of the cattle adjacent to the tracks just… detonated the moment we passed by! We have a full scale breach of Procedure Midas specimens! Johnson: WHAT! Lensing: Get those clones rounded up! The last thing we need is- The sound of an explosion from the remaining on-site gestation tanks interrupts Commander Lensing and sends the present crew into disarray. The facility's liquid nitrogen piping is ruptured in the process and floods the room with obscuring gas. Johnson rushes over to help up Lensing where he is struck in the forehead by a single bullet. Commander Lensing looks behind herself to see a member of her security detail holding a still smoking handgun in Johnson's direction. The individual looks down at Commander Lensing. PoI-5989: Boy or girl? Lensing: Why are you doing this? PoI-5989 grabs at an empty spot in front of his sternum and points toward Commander Lensing's belly. Nitrogen gas covers the feed. PoI-5989: For her. Two and a half seconds of silence. Lensing: I'm sorry. A flash of light is seen through the haze along with the sound of another gunshot, this time emanating from Lensing's position. PoI-5989: Don't (gasps) apologize, I'm exactly where I need to be. A second explosion interrupts the feed. <Video End> Note: The following are example communications from those purged by the cleanup operation for Site-117's destruction. Text is taken from a local Facebook group dedicated to Okobojo, the South Dakota township closest to Site-117. Date: 2031/01/04 Sam Denton: Uhh. Guys? I need some advice. I think Jeff Bezos is currently rummaging through my trashcan outside. Carla Montique: Bullshit, Sam. Sam Denton: No, really. Check this out. [Image Redacted] Maria Menendez: LMAO. HOLY SHIT! Sam Denton: What am I supposed to do? I went outside and he incoherently screeched and hissed at me. Phillip Williams: You can always offer him a jar to piss in like they did for my cousin in Seattle. Carla Montique: Well, apologies are in order. Alex Gorsky is currently dropping a deuce in my garden. Alexa Vanders: I'll call your Bezos and raise you two naked Michael Bloombergs fighting over that dog the sheriff ran over yesterday. PoI-5989 was reclassified as a Level Black threat following the recontainment of all Midas specimens. Addendum 5989.3: Neutralization Log Note: Following her survival from the destruction of Site-117, Olga Lensing was promoted to head of the joint effort to eliminate PoI-5989. Extensive analysis of his psychological profile resulted in five candidates for his next assassination target. All five were given increased security details with around-the-clock surveillance of their surrounding area by satellite imaging. Timestamp: 2031/05/21 14:26:50 Command Personnel: Commander Olga Lensing (SCP Foundation), Commander Cynthia Valenski (Global Occult Coalition), Senator Thomas Cotton (NCRNA Department of Paranormal Defense Division Head) Location: Summer Gala for the Homeless, Saint Louis, Missouri, New Confederated Republics of North America. Potential Target: ████ ███████, Event Host <Video Start> Commander Lensing wheels up to the GOC private manning the surveillance station at the remote monitoring facility 80km away from the event. Lensing: Keep an eye on security staff movements for anything resembling a physical impairment. We don't know when he will insert himself into the detail but we do know he didn't come out of 117 unscathed. Cotton approaches from behind and pats Lensing on her right shoulder. Cotton: Relax, I'm not even sure why we are this concerned. This guy isn't one for blowing up the poors. Valenski: You're still thinking too 20th century, Senator. He has an intense fixation on these targets that has been repetitively shown to supersede his consideration for others. Cotton: (Snorts) I'm not here to ask why someone kills over not being able to afford an iPhone. I'm here to put them six feet under before they endanger someone important. Lensing: You can't stop something you can't understand. If you have nothing to contribute then just enjoy the show. Hopefully we are wrong about this one. Valenski: Event's starting. We have a 3km perimeter established around the convention center. All teams reporting in with all clear. Lensing: Roger that, radio the VIP's detail and let them know he is good to go. We have kinetic bombardment targeted for stage on the standby. Cotton: Wait wait wait wait. What did you say? Valenski: We have a Level Black threat here, Senator. Cotton: ███████ is worth 127 billion dollars, Commanders! Lensing: His identity is, yes. Senator Cotton stares at Commander Lensing in silence while she turns back towards the monitors for the satellite feed. One hour and 49 minutes pass as the gala proceeds. Valenski: Dinner is complete and the chefs are leaving the building through the designated checkpoints. Looks like their implanted isotope signatures are working well. Not a single untagged personnel is moving through security. ████ ███████: Well, I hope everyone here has enjoyed themselves but let's remember the noble cause we gather here today for, our tax returns! The gala crowd breaks into laughter in response to the host's joke. ████ ███████: We are passing a plate around now for any last minute donations. Any stray millions you have to spare are greatly appreciated for our general fund. As we do, let us raise a toast to the great city we support with our generosity! ████ ███████ raises a glass to the air. ████ ███████: To St. Louis! The crowd in unison: To St. Louis! The glass shatters and a gunshot rings out afterwards. ████ ███████ remains standing on stage unharmed and in a perplexed state. The crowd remains silent for one and a half seconds before devolving into panic. Lensing: Triangulate that sound! Valenski: It's coming from a point 5.5 kilometers away and 1.8 kilometers in the air! Cotton: What? Lensing: A drone, Senator. Likely equipped with a rail gun if it pierced the convention center roof. Cotton: I know about drones, Lensing. I voted on the bills for that very hardware. How did it get within our airspace? Valenski: Radar is still registering it as a pigeon. Lensing: There's your answer. Commander Lensing spins 180 degrees in her wheelchair and shouts over to operative manning the communication array. Lensing: Evacuate the facility and move in MTF Phi-89 to sweep for explosives! Cotton: He missed. Do we really need to panic them any more than they already are? Valenski: We are picking up multiple heat signatures converging on the convention center! Lensing: Focus on them! The satellite feed focuses on the area and magnifies it to show thousands of homeless residents of St. Louis. The mob runs through the warnings and gunfire from the present police force and up to the front of the convention center. The patrons fleeing the facility come through the entryway only to stop at the sight of the throng of beggars. Lensing: Focus on that mob! Scan for physical impairments to the right leg! Valenski: I'm getting 229 matches! Cotton: What are you waiting for! Stop them! Lensing: I'm not going to drop a bombardment on 5,000 innocent people! Cotton: Well this isn't your jurisdiction. Senator Cotton removes the personnel from the the kinetic salvo guidance system and changes its target location onto the approaching mob. He hits the fire button with his open palm right as Lensing throws herself out of her wheelchair at him. Valenski: Expected yield of 0.15 kilotons coming down! Lensing: YOU. JUST. MURDERED. FIVE. THOUSAND. PEOPLE! Commander Lensing flips Senator Cotton up to face her and strikes him in the face with a closed fist between each word. Lensing rolls off of the senator and starts wailing as the senator gasps. Cotton: And only twenty billion in gross domestic product. The salvo hits the area and the feed turns white for 0.79 seconds. The present homeless and exiting patrons scatter the grounds atop one another as the feed returns. One figure crawls out of the wreckage on his one, remaining leg. He climbs out of the crater before he falls and turns over to face the sky. The satellite image focuses on him as he grabs at an empty point in front of his sternum. He kisses the point and stares up towards the camera. The following is transcribed by lip reading technology. PoI-5989: I'm exactly where I need to be. And I've been here 68,000 times. I would be here for 68,000 more given the chance again. <Video End> Addendum 5989.4: Neutralized Object Entry Item #: 5989 Special Containment Procedures: Following PoI-5989's termination, all anomalous properties to SCP-5989 ceased. The object was subsequently declared neutralized. Description: SCP-5989 is the disembodied hand of a five year old human female. Analysis of the remaining tissue indicates the subject died of advanced untreated leukemia. It is bound into a paper mache necklace made from 51 past due medical bills and one notice of terminated chemotherapy treatment. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 5989.2 2. See Addendum 5989.4 |
SCP-5990 | keter | SCP-5990 Byㅤ Lt Flops Published on 10 Mar 2020 03:58 SCP-5990 Byㅤ Lt Flops « Audio Version » Published on 10 Mar 2020 03:58 SCP-5990 Out of my head, out of my mind By Lt Flops Published on 9 Mar 2020 This article is part of the forthcoming Weaving Imperceptible Threads Continuity Hub. Other Works by Lt Flops! SCP Articles Title Rating SCP-4420 +273 SCP-4416 +209 SCP-4790 +185 EE-3570 +185 SCP-4031 +168 SCP-5990 +147 SCP-5810 +135 SCP-3787 +135 SCP-3464 +130 SCP-4190 +106 SCP-3719 +91 SCP-6327 +78 SCP-7723 +61 Tales Title Rating SCP-2 +191 The Abyss Gazes Back (and It's ASCII on a CRT Screen) +118 The Doctor's Dilemma +93 fifthist family picnic +88 UMBRAL_MIGRATORY_SEQUENCE.txt +88 Buggy Hardware (or Why I Don't Play Violent Video Games) +84 What Lurks in the Dark? +75 Spilled Milk +73 A Scene From a Meme(-ory) +72 Illac +70 A Surprise Encounter with Crispy Sex Pirates +63 INNER-SPACE +54 A Necromantic Prelude +36 A Prologue: An Old, Familiar Dream +29 Pursuing Ghosts, Part I +28 Solidão +27 Samara: Be the Itsy Bitsy Spider. +25 Pursuing Ghosts, Part II +15 GOI Formats Title Rating SPC-993: BOBBLE THE CLOWN SHARK +140 SPC-507: EAGER NETHERENDER +120 SATURN'S CORNER +106 "Scattersomnia": A Disease of the Wise and Drowsy Wanderers +104 Hubs Title Rating Void Dancer Hub +109 CSS Themes Title Rating 'Pataphysics Department Theme +133 Classic SCP Foundation Theme +122 Flopstyle: DARK +107 Flopstyle: LITE +84 Pack Of Peanuts Theme +53 Parawatch Anon Theme +49 SAPPHIRE Theme Redux +44 SAPPHIRE Theme +24 Collaborations Co-Authored SCP Articles SCP-3309 - Where We Go When We Fade, Fade Away Co-Author Rating PhamtomGuy +1168 SCP-3739 - Mind-Milk™ by Moosphere, Inc. Co-Author Rating KindlyTurtleClem +284 SCP-4428 Dr. Michaels - Dr. Michaels is not in danger. Co-Author Rating Henzoid +479 SCP-4475 - So Long, and Thanks for All the Milk Co-Author Rating KindlyTurtleClem +176 SCP-4519 - Carl Sagan, Godhead Co-Author Rating NatVoltaic +175 SCP-4795 - Feathered F(r)iends Co-Author Rating Mew-ltiverse +124 SCP-6447 - Sinners' Symphony Co-Author Rating Elunerazim & Others +54 SCP-6481 - Nipple Centipedes Co-Author Rating Ellie3 +107 SCP-6705 - The Bicameral Milk Co-Author Rating LordStonefish +87 SCP-6830 - Oops! All Atens! Co-Author Rating AriadnesThread +92 SCP-7010 - We Will Endure Co-Author Rating Stormbreath +161 Co-Authored Tales Avian Anthology I Co-Author Rating Team Bird +75 Avian Anthology II Co-Author Rating Team Bird +93 Land Of Honey Co-Author Rating KindlyTurtleClem +111 Snippets of an Unveiled World Co-Author Rating Nykacolaquantum & Others +298 Co-Authored GOI Formats The Sacred Djehuti Co-Author Rating Ayers +134 GRANT REQUEST FOR THE RE-CREATION OF AN ADVANCED POSTMORTEM NEURAL PRESERVATION SYSTEM Co-Author Rating Uncle Nicolini +61 Critter Profile: Bartholomew! Co-Author Rating KindlyTurtleClem +135 Co-Authored Hubs Team Bird Hub Co-Author Rating notgull +244 A Non-Prophet Organization Hub Co-Author Rating Uncle Nicolini +114 I, Hub (April Fools) Co-Author Rating Elenee FishTruck & Others +100 SPC Hub Co-Author Rating PeppersGhost, MrWrong, & LORDXVNV +181 Milk Hub Co-Author Rating LORDXVNV +82 Other Co-Authored Pages A Semi-Comprehensive List of Foundation Departments Co-Author Rating TopDownUnder & Dr Moned +235 Wanderers' Library Entries Page Page Info Lampyra, the Watcher Wanderers' Library Author Page Cave Story 2020 Wanderers' Depths Contest, First Place Interplanetary Colonization 2021 Scavenger Hunt Contest I'll Take You to the Parashops 2021 Scavenger Hunt Contest Talk of the Town Last Light Canon The Foolish One 2021 WanderCon ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} . 7 SCP-5990 SCP Series VI » SCP-5990 SCP Database Entry ITEM: SCP-5990 LEVEL 4/5990 CLASS: keter secret DISRUPTION CLASS: 3/keneq The containment of SCP-5990 involves securing the location of an SCP-5990 event when it is reported and assisting in the clean-up of any damages, normative or anomalous. There is currently no known means of ensuring total containment of SCP-5990 without the use of worldwide amnestic treatment or memetic reengineering. Efforts are instead directed toward improving environmental, ecological, social, and economic parameters by any means available to The Foundation. SCP-5990 is an occurrence wherein the human mind and its corresponding physical housing (the brain) undergo a rapid, anomalous expansion. SCP-5990 occurs when prolonged stress and other triggers create a critical emotional mass within an individual's mind..For a full list of known triggers, contact your RAISA liaison. This can lead to an intense mental fallout that most commonly causes migraines in the affected person. On the extreme end, this leads to brain aneurysm, the rapid swelling of nervous tissue to many times its baseline size, and cascading psychic surges among other unaccounted for anomalies. SCP-5990 is extremely rare, currently affecting ~71 000 persons per year,.One case per 100 000 persons per year, with a 1.1% increase in incidence per year since the mid-1980s. with one in 500 incidents being fatalities. ADDENDA MATERIALS Abridged List of Major SCP-5990 Events Background In the 1976 draft of the DSM-III,.The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, 3rd Edition. the American Psychiatric Association first declares “rapid subconscious expansion” a rare psychological phenomenon. The World Parahealth Organization (WPhO) undergoes an extensive investigation into the phenomenon and observes significant mental flareups in clinical trials over four years. By 1980, they conclude that the phenomenon is anomalous, with a variable probability of damaging the shared human psychosphere after each occurrence. What follows is a series of corporate medical payoffs; the mass expungement, revision, and outright destruction of research and clinical data related to the phenomenon; and the amnestic treatment of in-the-know medical professionals. These factors lead to its mass cover-up in the mainstream sciences, including its removal from the DSM. Q3 2008 Amid the 2008 Recession, the United States' paranormal market suffers a significant hit. The Global Occult Coalition slashes their funding of several organizations, including the WPhO. A record-high number of persons in the paranormal community experience the phenomenon out of stress. 7 March 2009 The WPhO leaks several uncensored documents to The Foundation in secret. After verifying the source, The Foundation designates the phenomenon as “SCP-5990.” All future SCP-5990 incidents under the purview of The Foundation Medical Department are covered up as non-anomalous mental illnesses causing a variety of physical symptoms. 1 January 2010 Portland resident Fabian Keanes, a Church of Maxwellism (GOI-004C) adherent, celebrates New Years while under the influence of a black market Maxwellist drug. The drug — known by its street name “overcloxia” — stimulates cranial augmentations to temporarily improve mental performance and reaction time and create euphoria. The drug has side-effects that may cause overheating of both the body and brain. In its comedown, it throttles brain processing speeds. Keanes overdoses on overcloxia, causing his brain to undergo SCP-5990, which short-circuits his augmentations. Electrical impulses arc from his cerebellum and raze the surrounding building, setting his cranium ablaze and injuring 12 people in the adjacent townhouse complex. Keanes is declared clinically dead at 01:47 AM PST. Keanes is the first person under Foundation purview to experience SCP-5990. The phenomenon continues in individuals at a similar rate as observed by the WPhO. 26 April 2020 The Veil of Normality falls; the Masquerade of secrecy breaks. The UN Global Occult Coalition and The SCP Foundation are revealed to the public, among other normalcy-preservation agencies. 23 October 2020 The Foundation Department of Public Relations sustains high pressure at the administrative level because of overwhelmingly negative publicity over the last six months. Public Relations Co-Director Tatiana Embla barricades herself in her office at Site-89 and attempts suicide by hanging. Embla displays SCP-5990 before her death. Because of her unshielded exposure to ontokinetic entities over ten years of her career, Embla displays a rare and spontaneous emergence of Class-IV Reality Manipulation capabilities brought on by trauma. Multiple low-level ontokinetic disturbances strike the site. Site Director Cristian Darshan (Embla's former superior, who she filed several undisclosed workplace reports against in the past) loses all bladder control. The door to his private quarters simultaneously disappears, transforming into a solid wall. Several hundred litres of urine flood the room. Site security recovers him nine hours later in soiled clothing. Embla's staff of 90 employees each discover a full year of added earnings in their bank accounts and a single Hershey's Kiss on each desk in the PR Office. At first, The Foundation Department of Economics seizes the income with the claim that it constitutes external anomalous interference. Thereafter, a watchdog group for anomalous containment organizations (known as the Free Initiative for Respecting Mutual Anomalies or FIRMA) publishes scathing reports on Foundation worker mistreatment to several key news organizations. Facing overwhelming media pressure, an emergency sitting of the Ethics Committee votes 30–13 in favour of expanding the PR Office and increasing its funding. Each employee is awarded abundant cash bonuses. Embla's brain inflates in volume by 5 000% and explodes with a ~25 kg of TNT-equivalent blast, causing significant structural damage. 16 April 2021 An independent journalist releases an anonymous report to CNN about corruption by Russian officials in the city of Kursk. The report accuses up to 160 Military Police members of attending private weekly banquets funded by laundered monies intended for the construction of a children's hospital. These banquets involved ritualistic psychic procedures for an as-yet unknown purpose. At the last banquet, nine officials — six men and three women — are reported to have engaged in an intensive hivemind-based sexual ritual and experienced SCP-5990 at collective climax. All nine officials then disappeared. Officials later reported the scent of sulphur, scorch marks on the walls and ceiling, and deep, disembodied guttural laughter. Their current location is unknown. 10 May 2022 SCP-5990 trends upwards in frequency after the consumer expansion of “Mindscaping” in the post-Veil world. Mindscaping is a burgeoning New Age industry involving psycho–oneiric mechanisms that can create a shared imagined space, referred to as a “mindscape.” Mindscapes are mass inter-connected communes that can be inhabited on a mental level, differing from Oneiric Collectives in that they can be accessed both in waking and in sleep. A mindscape can inhabit a space as small as a single human brain, which itself can undergo a one-time SCP-5990 explosion fuelled by up to 150 external psychic connections. The emergence of Mindscaping, alongside increased social upheaval in low-income non-anomalous communities, leads to a dramatic increase of SCP-5990 such that it recurs in global communities over the next two years. MEMETIC GEAS REQUIRED LVL. 5 CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED On 9 March 2024 at 0600 hours, the Overseer Council holds an emergency meeting at Site-01. After the meeting, O5-6 is recorded communicating with an unknown party via mobile phone. A transcript is as follows. ANNOTATED AUDIO LOG [ BEGIN LOG ] O5-6 That many? Well, fuck me twice. Pause. O5-6 I hear ya'. I just don't get why they all can't pipe the hell down sometime, y'know? There's just, there ain't no need for that to happen. After throwin' the blame on 'im the whole time, she lost 'er damned mind and jumped 'im like a mouse, beat 'im senseless, an' then he just got up and walked out. And we didn't call off the meet'in or nothin'. Everyone just left. Bunch of children is what they are, but what can I do, y'know? Pause. O5-6 No, I won't. An' you know what, she always does this, doesn't she? One day her big head'll balloon up an' pop, an' then what. Pause. O5-6 We should — what? Toss 'er in a shack?.This is believed to reference the SHACC or Standard Humanoid Anomaly Containment Cell. He laughs. Oh yeah, that'd do it. That'd really do it. Just don't look 'er in the eye, or you'll change into stone. Pause. O5-6 He sighs. I just wish everyone, the whole human race, just calmed down for a minute, maybe looked around an' figured what the hell they got under their skin. What made 'em feel they were so ugly inside. What made 'em go over an' over in those pained heads o' theirs. An' just looked at the big picture. Maybe then we wouldn't have everyone's heads explodin' or wishin' them neighbours' heads did. Long pause. O5-6 Or, or damn the whole thing. Maybe we don't need 'em. Maybe we just don't need 'em all weighin' us down. If we just had one damn human revolution an' put our heads up in the clouds — O5-6 We'd all just fly away. [ END LOG ] After this, O5-6 slips a hand in his coat, removes a cigar, and lights it. Minutes later, his head balloons in size by a factor of five, detaches from his body, and floats up into the sky. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5990" by Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5990. Licensed under CC-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-5991 | keter | Item #: SCP-5991 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the widespread prevalence of Christianity, SCP-5991 cannot be contained. However, the chances of SCP-5991's activation requirements being achieved are low and thus unlikely to happen. On 15/2/2026, "The Edwards-Francis Agreement" was passed with the Vatican government, which states that the bindings of all published Christian Bibles must contain 2ml of honey in order to prevent SCP-5991 from occurring. As per standard Foundation protocol, unauthorized information regarding SCP-5991 and its triggers is to be removed, and amnestics are to be administered as appropriate. Description: SCP-5991 is an anomalous phenomenon that triggers whenever a human successfully consumes an entire Christian Bible. While the subject may consume the Bible using utensils such as forks or knives, SCP-5991 will not trigger if the subject consumes a Bible as well as another substance, such as condiments. When a subject consumes a Bible, an entity will manifest in front of them, referred to as SCP-5991-1. SCP-5991-1 is a pale, emaciated entity with no orifices besides its mouth. SCP-5991-1 has no teeth, does not possess eye sockets nor eyes, and is wearing a crown of thorns. SCP-5991-1 will approach the subject and unhinge its own jaw. SCP-5991-1 will then violently shove the subject down its throat and into its stomach, which is noted to be much larger than SCP-5991-1 on the inside. SCP-5991-1's stomach is approximately 8 km3 in size. Once the subject is consumed by SCP-5991-1, they will land on a wooden boardwalk which is built on a floor comprised of biological tissue of unknown composition. Subjects are able to freely exit the stomach by pressing a large, pulsating orange sac located behind where the subject lands. This will cause the sac to spray an orange gas which, when inhaled by the subject, will render them unconscious. When the subject wakes up after approximately 2-3 hours, they will find themselves in the same place where SCP-5991-1 consumed them. The boardwalk extends to the middle of the stomach, which contains a plaza constructed out of marble. In the center of the stomach is an entity with the same appearance as SCP-5991-1, hereafter referred to as SCP-5991-2, reading from a small empty scroll while sitting on a wooden stool. Several broken steel chains surround SCP-5991-2 which hook into SCP-5991-1's stomach lining. Small metal cuffs can be seen around SCP-5991-2's wrists. SCP-5991-2 does not respond to any external stimuli. Surrounding SCP-5991-2 and the plaza are twelve buildings, which all thematically revolve around SCP-5991-2. SCP-5991-1's stomach contains a: Visitor's center Gift shop Restroom Petting zoo Church Food court Museum The buildings are all themed around referring to SCP-5991-2 as "Jesus Christ." The visitor's center contains a desk and a 2004 Dell desktop computer. Inside the desk are several piles of pamphlets which contain information regarding activities to do when visiting SCP-5991-1's stomach. Additionally, the pamphlets advertise being able to take a picture with SCP-5991-2 for $20 per picture. Several documents detailing an "Umbrella Protocol" in regards to an unknown event can be found, which describe previous evacuation attempts of persons inside the stomach. The gift shop is mostly empty but contains several SCP-5991-2-themed memorabilia, including stuffed dolls, children's books, figurines, and posters. A total of $344.44 can be found within the cash register. The children's books describe events that never occurred within the Old or New Testaments, and instead describe SCP-5991-2 as a malevolent being that was turned to good through "the light of God." Several inscriptions are carved within the walls of the bathroom written primarily in either English, Spanish, or Latin. Examples of these messages include "hello", "jenny wuz here", "sittin in a tree", "fuck the world", and "help" in the previously mentioned languages. The petting zoo contains five large pens presumably built to hold farm animals, but which are completely empty. In the corner of one of the pens, a large pile containing approximately 50 kg of animal feces can be found. Analysis of the feces suggests that the animal that created it was fed a diet consisting solely of sacramental bread and red wine. The church is unfinished, only consisting of a small sparsely decorated chapel. Nothing else of interest can be found. The food court contains 40 different tables, each with five chairs. The menu describes food that can be expected from a standard fair or carnival, such as hotdogs, burgers, corn dogs, popcorn, etc. The menu describes a dairy item which resembles an ice cream cone with a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of chocolate ice cream. The vanilla scoop is shaped in a way as to resemble SCP-5991-2 and the chocolate scoop is shaped as to resemble a crown of thorns. The freezer inside the kitchen has been locked from the inside. The museum shows Babylonian artifacts as well as several dinosaur skeletons of unknown species. All the plaques have been forcefully removed, and as such further information cannot be gathered. As the subject enters SCP-5991-1's stomach, a large banner can be seen attached to the ceiling of the stomach, which reads: 50th Anniversary of JesusLand! Enjoy the perfect Christian experience with the Lord! Select items in Gift Shop now 50% off until January 17th. See visitor center for more information. It is to be noted that SCP-5991-1's stomach has been abandoned for an unknown amount of time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5991" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5991. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5991 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-5991 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the widespread prevalence of Christianity, SCP-5991 cannot be contained. However, the chances of SCP-5991's activation requirements being achieved are low and thus unlikely to happen. On 15/2/2026, "The Edwards-Francis Agreement" was passed with the Vatican government, which states that the bindings of all published Christian Bibles must contain 2ml of honey in order to prevent SCP-5991 from occurring. As per standard Foundation protocol, unauthorized information regarding SCP-5991 and its triggers is to be removed, and amnestics are to be administered as appropriate. Description: SCP-5991 is an anomalous phenomenon that triggers whenever a human successfully consumes an entire Christian Bible. While the subject may consume the Bible using utensils such as forks or knives, SCP-5991 will not trigger if the subject consumes a Bible as well as another substance, such as condiments. When a subject consumes a Bible, an entity will manifest in front of them, referred to as SCP-5991-1. SCP-5991-1 is a pale, emaciated entity with no orifices besides its mouth. SCP-5991-1 has no teeth, does not possess eye sockets nor eyes, and is wearing a crown of thorns. SCP-5991-1 will approach the subject and unhinge its own jaw. SCP-5991-1 will then violently shove the subject down its throat and into its stomach, which is noted to be much larger than SCP-5991-1 on the inside. SCP-5991-1's stomach is approximately 8 km3 in size. Once the subject is consumed by SCP-5991-1, they will land on a wooden boardwalk which is built on a floor comprised of biological tissue of unknown composition. Subjects are able to freely exit the stomach by pressing a large, pulsating orange sac located behind where the subject lands. This will cause the sac to spray an orange gas which, when inhaled by the subject, will render them unconscious. When the subject wakes up after approximately 2-3 hours, they will find themselves in the same place where SCP-5991-1 consumed them. The boardwalk extends to the middle of the stomach, which contains a plaza constructed out of marble. In the center of the stomach is an entity with the same appearance as SCP-5991-1, hereafter referred to as SCP-5991-2, reading from a small empty scroll while sitting on a wooden stool. Several broken steel chains surround SCP-5991-2 which hook into SCP-5991-1's stomach lining. Small metal cuffs can be seen around SCP-5991-2's wrists. SCP-5991-2 does not respond to any external stimuli. Surrounding SCP-5991-2 and the plaza are twelve buildings, which all thematically revolve around SCP-5991-2. SCP-5991-1's stomach contains a: Visitor's center Gift shop Restroom Petting zoo Church Food court Museum The buildings are all themed around referring to SCP-5991-2 as "Jesus Christ." The visitor's center contains a desk and a 2004 Dell desktop computer. Inside the desk are several piles of pamphlets which contain information regarding activities to do when visiting SCP-5991-1's stomach. Additionally, the pamphlets advertise being able to take a picture with SCP-5991-2 for $20 per picture. Several documents detailing an "Umbrella Protocol" in regards to an unknown event can be found, which describe previous evacuation attempts of persons inside the stomach. The gift shop is mostly empty but contains several SCP-5991-2-themed memorabilia, including stuffed dolls, children's books, figurines, and posters. A total of $344.44 can be found within the cash register. The children's books describe events that never occurred within the Old or New Testaments, and instead describe SCP-5991-2 as a malevolent being that was turned to good through "the light of God." Several inscriptions are carved within the walls of the bathroom written primarily in either English, Spanish, or Latin. Examples of these messages include "hello", "jenny wuz here", "sittin in a tree", "fuck the world", and "help" in the previously mentioned languages. The petting zoo contains five large pens presumably built to hold farm animals, but which are completely empty. In the corner of one of the pens, a large pile containing approximately 50 kg of animal feces can be found. Analysis of the feces suggests that the animal that created it was fed a diet consisting solely of sacramental bread and red wine. The church is unfinished, only consisting of a small sparsely decorated chapel. Nothing else of interest can be found. The food court contains 40 different tables, each with five chairs. The menu describes food that can be expected from a standard fair or carnival, such as hotdogs, burgers, corn dogs, popcorn, etc. The menu describes a dairy item which resembles an ice cream cone with a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of chocolate ice cream. The vanilla scoop is shaped in a way as to resemble SCP-5991-2 and the chocolate scoop is shaped as to resemble a crown of thorns. The freezer inside the kitchen has been locked from the inside. The museum shows Babylonian artifacts as well as several dinosaur skeletons of unknown species. All the plaques have been forcefully removed, and as such further information cannot be gathered. As the subject enters SCP-5991-1's stomach, a large banner can be seen attached to the ceiling of the stomach, which reads: 50th Anniversary of JesusLand! Enjoy the perfect Christian experience with the Lord! Select items in Gift Shop now 50% off until January 17th. See visitor center for more information. It is to be noted that SCP-5991-1's stomach has been abandoned for an unknown amount of time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5991" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5991. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5992 | safe | SCP-5992 - The Dionysus Pit TBA Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by J Dune BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/5992 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 5992 Item#: 5992 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo FILESERV NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING IS THE SCP-5992 DATA FILE AS IT APPEARED PRIOR TO 06/10/2020. IT HAS BEEN PRESERVED FOR CONTEXTUAL PURPOSES. A REVISED FILE REFLECTING UPDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES AND DESCRIPTION IS PENDING. The entrance to SCP-5992 Special Containment Procedures: A 1 kilometer perimeter has been established around SCP-5992, utilizing cover story G-03 ("Heritage Site"). Standard security measures are in place to deter civilians from approaching SCP-5992. The interior of SCP-5992 has been converted to Provisional Site-5992. Four female personnel with a score of 75 points minimum on the Barton Obedience Examination are to remain on-site. Personnel are to carry out the Maenads Protocol nightly. Selected personnel are required to have previous experience working with arcane or ritualistic containment procedures, and will remain indefinitely at Site-5992 once chosen. For a full description of the Maenads Protocol, see Document.5992.1. Description: SCP-5992 is an extra-spatial anomaly located 2 kilometers beneath a cave in Delphi, Greece. SCP-5992 is a massive, octagonal area constructed of sculpted marble, encompassing a width of 150 meters, and of indeterminate height. SCP-5992 contains an innumerable amount of "tiers", rising towards the apparent ceiling of the structure. The walls of each tier contain apertures to four perpendicular tunnels as well as being adorned with inextinguishable torches at each apex. Notably, these tunnels — with the exception of the one used to access SCP-5992 — lead to another tier of the structure. Individuals who walk through a tunnel will find themselves emerging at the tunnel positioned directly on the tier above them. Re-entering the tunnel reverses this, allowing for ascension and descent of each tier. At the center of SCP-5992 is a sinkhole of indeterminate depth, the perimeter of which has been sculpted to resemble a bearded, open-mouthed face. Addendum.5992.1: The Maenads Protocol The Maenads Protocol Preface: The following protocol was developed with in conjunction with preexisting ASCI specialists stationed at Provisional Site-5992 and is considered essential for the active containment of SCP-5992. Abstract: The Maenads Protocol has been developed to contain SCP-5992. Protocol Information: The Maenads Protocol adheres to certain universal Dionysian rites that have been in place since at least 1000 BC. It is understood that deviation from these rites are detrimental to the containment of SCP-5992. Below is an outline of the protocol, which is to be carried out nightly by personnel stationed at Provisional Site-5992. A full detail brief can be requested from Provisional Site-5992 by any Level 4 personnel. One D-Class1 subject is to be delivered to Provisional Site-5992. Protocol 12 may be enacted at the discretion of the current Site Director. Personnel stationed at Provisional Site-5992 are to assume the roles of Celebrants. The subject is to assume the role of Vessel. The Vessel is to drink wine from a rhyton2 and restrained using a retis3 net. Following a ceremonial rhythm performed using tympanum and pan flutes, Celebrants are to don laurel crown and cloak. Each Celebrant is to make a small incision on the wrist. The resulting blood is to be poured over the Vessel. A portion of flesh is to flayed from the subject using a kopis4, and consumed by all participants, including the Vessel. Following consumption, the Vessel is to be extricated from the retis and thrown into the hole at the center of SCP-5992. Addendum.5992.2: Ethics Committee Internal Memo - 06/10/2020 ETHICS COMMITTEE INTERNAL MEMO Area 179 Dr. Edward T. Dune To The Committee, The SCP-5992 data file came to my attention last week, when a cache of archived documents from the Department of Occult Research were uploaded to SCiPNET servers for review. Apparently, these were draft documents, considered unimportant enough to sit around in a filing cabinet for decades, and sit around they did. That was, until, a secretary uncovered them. There's around 30 of these things, and while most are half-formatted drafts detailing known and well-documented anomalies, there's also this. I've attached the file below. Needless to say, I'm appalled. Assuming this isn't a joke, there's a number of disturbing implications here. Specifically, I'm concerned with the complete lack of context. Yes, ritualistic containment procedures — even ones that involve horrific acts — are a necessity for the containment of certain anomalies, but no justification is provided here. In fact, the file deliberately avoids an answer. The document was written in 1965, and has gone completely unnoticed since. If this Maenads Protocol was in place back then, who's to say that it's not now? What, exactly, are we containing here? Attatchment-5992-SCP-SEC I did a little research of my own. Turns out, this wasn't even one of ours in the first place. It's an ASCI doc that got ported over, and lost in the shuffle — probably because the original document (see attachment) is just as vague and uninformative. Furthermore, that document makes reference to a "Bacchanalia", some sort of Dionysian cult that the ASCI had contact with. Considering the, well, American factor, the ASCI wasn't directly involved in the containment of SCP-5992, but they provided resources to the Bacchanalia to do so. Upon merging into the Foundation, a lot of older ASCI containment funds were kept on-file, often with little regard as to where the money was going. I dug as deep as my clearances would allow and, of course, Provisional Site-5992 is on the payroll. I have reasonable suspicion that containment of this anomaly does not require a human sacrifice ritual, and that the ASCI was ignorant of this, or misled by the Bacchanalia. I propose a direct investigation into SCP-5992, to discern what is or isn't going on in Delphi, and what we could do about it. If there are lives at risk because of our carelessness, it's imperative we remedy this as soon as possible. Regards, Dr. Edward T. Dune Open Attachment: asci13380-doc Close Attachment: asci13380-doc American Secure Containment Initiative Document, circa 1862 Item Number: 13-380 Classification Type: Location ASCI Protocols for Containment: Securing Phenomenon 13-380 is to be realized through the assistance of Organization-028, also known as the Bacchanalia. See document 13-380-01 for a most complete purview of resources provided to the Bacchanalia. Description: Phenomenon 13-380 is an unexplained irregularity specifically located in Delphi, Greece, and is a place of worship for the Bacchanalia. A review of the properties and characteristics of Phenomenon 13-380 is presently being carried out by the Bureau of Arcane Studies. Nonetheless, the Bacchanalia have provided reason enough to believe that the containment of Phenomenon 13-380 is dependent on their actions. The Bacchanalia have dedicated themselves to the continued protection of Phenomenon 13-380. Due to their expertise in foreign esoteric occultism, the means of containment shall be a combined effort. Nota Bene: On the 11th of November, 1862, the ASCI was contacted by Greek occultist Elias Galatas (Informant 341), who informed the Initiative of the plight of the Bacchanalia, a group that had been struggling to acquire the resources necessary for containment of Phenomenon 13-380, including live subjects. An investigation into this inquiry was carried out on the 16th of November, 1862. After being deemed a case of importance by the Bureau of Arcane Studies, an approval was granted to provide the Bacchanalia with ineffectual persons taken into custody. Further information is forthcoming, as of the Bureau of Arcane Studies. As of the 2nd of December, 1862, the Bureau's foreign investigation has concluded, and a retention of Phenomenon 13-380's physical description and anomalous properties is noted in document 13-380-03. Addendum.5992.3: Provisional Site-5992 Exploration Note: The following is an audio/video transcript of the initial exploration of Provisional Site-5992. Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") was tasked with surveying the site and collecting additional information regarding SCP-5992. EXPLORATION LOG 5992.1 Audio/Visual Transcript DATE: 06/11/2020 Z-9 Ajax - Team Lead Z-9 Roswell - Fire Team Z-9 Skinner - Fire Team Z-9 Laos - Occ. Science / Communications <BEGIN LOG> Ajax: And we're… green. Roswell: Check. Skinner: Check, check, check, check. Laos: Really? Skinner: It's fo- Ajax: Quiet, let's roll. Team files into the cave and begins moving towards Provisional Site-5992. Each team member turns on their shoulder-mounted lamp. Ajax: Anomaly's two kilos down. Straight line. Laos: Christ, that reeks. Skinner: I'm getting it through the vents. Goddamn. (Coughs) Ajax: You'll get used to it. You did in Venice. Skinner: Yeah, fucking Venice. (Pause) Today's a good day to be Ros. Laos and Ajax laugh. Roswell: Fuck off. Even I smell it. Skinner: Yeah, what's it smell like? Roswell: Death. Skinner shines his shoulder lamp to the right, exposing a wall covered in black, unidentifiable thaumaturgic runes. Skinner: Whoa, whoa, slow down. Ajax: Laos? Laos approaches the wall and raises her hand towards the runes. Laos: No clue. No universal indicators, probably a dead dialect. Ajax: They don't stop, either. (Pauses) Alright, keep moving. Team moves forward for five minutes. Extraneous dialogue removed. Roswell: No security, huh? Skinner: For what? Who the hell's coming out here? Roswell: Jax said they're sacrificing civs. Used to, at least. Laos: Still could be. Roswell: You'd think there'd be some type of, I don't know, protective measures? A guard post, or something near the cave? We're still funding the goddamn place. Skinner: Protective measures? Big words, Ros! Roswell: We're approaching a giant hole that's routinely used for people-tossing. Just keep that in mind. Team moves forward for ten minutes before coming to an opening near the end of the tunnel. Extraneous dialogue removed. Ajax: That's our skip, boys. Brace yourselves. Team enters SCP-5992. Outdated Foundation-issued equipment and paraphernalia can be seen, intermediately placed across the anomaly's first tier. A simple ceiling has been built, meant to breach the open gap in the middle of the second tier. Skinner: Just like you thought. Not a single soul. Roswell: Nice place. Almost feels like I stepped back in time. Ajax: Right. Laos, start setting up. Ros, Skinny, do a quick sweep. (Gestures to the hole) Then we'll tackle that. The team disperses, and begins to explore Provisional Site-5992. Several items used in the Maenads Protocol are found laying on the ground. The marble floor is stained with dried blood. Laos: Check these out. From that ritual thing. Wow, that's a lot of blood. Ajax: I shouldn't have to say this, but please don't touch anything. All that's getting bagged later. Skinner enters a tunnel to the east of the entrance, and emerges on the second tier. This tier appears to have been used as a holding area for subjects intended to be sacrificed. Skinner: (Laughs) That's about as fun as I hoped it would be. Ajax: (Radio) Skinner! Get your ass down here. We'll go through the rest of the Site later. Just come help us. Skinner: Yeah, yeah. Skinner descends to the first tier, where Ajax and Roswell are standing near the edge of the hole. Laos sits in a corner, unpacking communications gear from her backpack. Skinner: Holy shit, how deep is that? Drop test? Roswell: Anyone have anything? Skinner: Pick up a rock, dumbfuck. Laos: Could use you, Skinner. The team collectively laughs. Ajax cracks a glow stick and shakes it. When the light is bright enough, she drops it down the hole. Silence. Roswell: You, uh, didn't hear anything, did you? Ajax: Nope. Skinner: (Pauses) Fuck me. Ajax: Yep. (Slaps Skinner on the back) Get your gear, Skinny. <END LOG> EXPLORATION LOG 5992.2 Audio/Visual Transcript Note: Over the next hour, the team sets up a rappelling system to descend the hole. Laos stays behind to supervise the anchor points and to act as a relay in case of emergency. The team, now equipped with belaying gear, prepares for descent. Ajax: Everyone secure? Skinner and Roswell pull on their cords. Skinner: All good. Roswell: Same here. Ajax: Strap yourselves in. Laos? Laos: Radio clear. Be careful down there, okay? The rappelling team attaches themselves to their anchor points, and begin descending into the hole. Roswell: (Coughs) God. Jax, you can't smell that? Ajax: I'm desensitized to smells (Laughs). Farmhand, remember? Does quite a number on the senses. Skinner: So, uh, what the hell's waiting for us down there? Ajax: Just a truckload of friendly corpses, the usual. Let's hope that's it. Skinner: Yeah, let's fucking hope. The team descends for 20 minutes, apparently no closer to the bottom. Skinner: How much more, you think? Ajax: No way to tell. Hopefully we have enough rope. (Laughs) Laos: (Radio) You're fine, trust me. Roswell stops. He pulls himself closer to the rope. Roswell: You hear that? A faint, indistinct noise can be heard. Ajax: Stay sharp. We're going to be fine, boys. Skinner: It's screaming. Five minutes pass as the team continues their descent in silence. The noise coming from below them amplifies in volume. Roswell begins breathing heavily and holding himself back. Ajax: Ros, you good? Roswell: Fuck. Fuck, I hate that sound. It's… it's like a million things being flayed alive all at once. And it just keeps getting louder. Ajax: The sooner we reach the bottom, the sooner we get to the top, okay Ros? You're a mole rat, not some greenie fresh off the rack. Act the part. Roswell: Okay, right… yes, ma'am. The team descends for another twenty minutes. Skinner attempts to calm Roswell by making small talk. The noise is extremely loud, and can be described as a cacophony of distressed, indeterminate vocalizations. Roswell: (Breathing Heavily) There's so many voices, and they're all screaming. Skinner: Should I take him up? Ajax: No, won't do us any good. (Pauses) This thing's deep as hell. Can't even see the glowstick yet. Roswell: Jax, I… there's words. They're saying my name, over and over again. (Crying) Fuck, they won't stop. It's so, so loud. Roswell puts both of his hands to his head, and screams. He falls backwards, supported by the rappelling gear. He begins sobbing. Ajax: Roswell, get your shit together! Roswell removes his ventilator mask and begins repeatedly slamming his head against the rock. Skinner quickly attempts to hold him back. Roswell struggles to overcome Skinner. Skinner: Shit! What the hell are you doing, man? Stop it! Roswell: It knows my name. It's telling me everything about myself. Why does it know my name? I need to stop them! I need to — I need — Roswell vomits, presumably from the overwhelming odor. Ajax: Laos! Get Roswell up, now! Roswell: You can't go down there. They're starving. Please, just — you can't — Ajax: Laos? Do you read me? Roswell: They're begging us to leave. Please, please listen to me — they, them. I can't go down there. It's calling my name. Ajax: Laos isn't responding. It's too loud. Skinner: The fuck do we do with him? Roswell reaches for his rifle. Skinner restrains him from behind, placing his boot on Roswell's hand. Skinner: Stop! Stop this shit! Ajax, he's trying to get his gun! Roswell: Please, you have to let me do this. Ajax maneuvers herself over to Roswell, and restrains him. Roswell kicks backward, headbutting Ajax. He quickly unhooks his rappelling gear and falls towards the bottom of the hole, screaming. Skinner and Ajax are silent. A crunching noise is heard as Roswell's body lands. Skinner: (Pauses) What… What the fuck. Ajax: Just keep — keep moving, Skin. Keep moving. 5 minutes of silence as Skinner and Ajax move downward. Skinner briefly removes his ventilator to vomit, claiming the smell was getting too strong. Skinner rests his arms over a ledge. The noise is now immediate. Skinner: (Coughs) Shit… I'm sorry, Jax. Ajax: You- Skinner screams and jolts upward as something grabs his leg. He shines his lamp below to reveal the mangled, screaming body of Roswell gripping his ankle. Roswell appears animate, despite falling from a height nearly impossible to survive. Skinner: Holy SHIT — Ajax: Skin! Skinner immediately fires at Roswell, causing visible trauma, but no deterrence. Ajax shines her lamp downwards. A writhing, animate mass of human corpses in various states of decomposition is visible below her. Some can be seeing climbing over one another, reaching upwards before being pulled down into the mass by another corpse. Others cannibalize themselves or others in a violent, uncontrolled frenzy. Visual capture taken from Ajax's person. Ajax: What the fuck. What the FUCK — Skinner fires at the entities, to no avail. Both team members ascend slightly out of reach. Roswell's corpse grips itself to an emerging rock. Roswell: SKINNER… IT'S BEAUTIFUL — Roswell's corpse is pinned against the wall by another entity, who tears the flesh on the side of Roswell's head off. Roswell makes guttural, gurgling noises, before Ajax fires again, rendering the entity incapable of vocalization. Ajax: (Breathing Heavily) Are you — are you okay, Skin? Skinner? Ajax grips Skinner's shoulder. Both cling themselves to their rappelling gear, meters above the bottom of the pit. Skinner: I'm… I'm fine. Jesus, that's.. that's where they all are. Here… for fucking centuries. Ajax: God… we did this. <END LOG> Addendum.5992.4: Observations and Recovered Materials Following Zeta-9's initial exploration, materials from Provisional Site-5992 were requisitioned and logged. Additionally, a small number of informal tests were performed to provide a more complete understanding of SCP-5992's effects on living organisms. Results have shown that entities inside SCP-5992 are unable to die, confirming a controlled ΩK-Class ("End-of-Death") Scenario. The following fragments are sourced from a journal recovered from living quarters established on the fifth tier of SCP-5992. Most are illegible, having sustained damage by blood. These writings are suspected to be those of a formal personnel stationed at the site, date unknown. Translated from Greek into English by Researcher Starse. …another unfortunate. My sisters and I indoctrinate her. Clearly scared. Rightfully scared. Our benefactors are no more, she says. Foundation, she says. It matters not. Shows concern when… Christopher arrives with the Vessel. Skin like milk, and hair like a tangle of weeds. The Uninitiated shows hesitation. Necessary, I tell her. We prepare her for new life. A servant of Agrios. It pains, to toil above than to live below. The Uninitiated… …to be catching on. She is a beautiful young lady, in body. Her spirit must be loosened. I will teach her. …grows greater each day. I long for union with them. I long for freedom from this structured existence… triumph of nature… to which we may serve. I informed Christopher. Agrees. I offered him communion with Chthonios but he refused. Took an undignified death, befitting of him. Parts of him shot like rockets across the water… my sisters…preparations for tonight. Iris was first…did not scream. Melody…like sweet, sweet honey. The Uninitiated fought, but I pierced her wrists with weapons of my own design, and savored her flesh. At long last… union. I can hear them inside of me. Messages without a receiver. Sleep, sisters. I will unite us at last, joining the Eternal Feast… pleasure unknown and unbound… not suffering. ecstasy. Footnotes 1. The biological sex of the D-class is not specified in the ritual 2. A bull's horn 3. 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SCP-5993 | thaumiel | SCP-5993: We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-5993 LEVEL 4/5993 THAUMIEL SECRET A member of SCP-5993. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5993 is to be kept in a refrigerated high-value object storage locker in the medical wing of Reliquary Area-27; SCP-5993-1 instances should be retrieved from it weekly and stored in a sterile refrigerated container for no more than two weeks, at which point they should be disposed of via incineration. Any personnel assigned to Reliquary Area-27, including D-Class personnel, are to consume one dosage of SCP-5993-1 during their standard pre-transfer medical exam and at one-year intervals thereafter. Personnel assigned to Reliquary Area-27 who manifest any of the symptoms detailed in Document 5993-D1 are to report to the medical department immediately for an emergency dose of SCP-5993-1, and should be placed on offsite medical leave for no less than two weeks. Previous Containment Procedures - Obsolete as of 23/5/2005 Hide Previous Containment Procedures SCP-5993 is to be kept in a refrigerated low-value object storage locker in the containment wing of Storage Site-23. SCP-5993-1 instances should be retrieved from it weekly and disposed of via incineration if not needed for scheduled research. Description: SCP-5993 is a hive of insects superficially resembling Apis mellifera (Western honey bees) inhabiting the corpse of a human male.2 SCP-5993 reside within the corpse's chest cavity, having built its hive within the corpse's respiratory system. SCP-5993's anomalous properties manifest during the production of honey. Through a poorly understood ritualistic practice, SCP-5993 forgo standard pollination and instead convert members of their colony into basic organic substances. SCP-5993 first target a member of their hive and swarm them, vibrating their bodies to increase their internal temperature until the death of the swarmed instance. SCP-5993 then open the carapace of the deceased insect, revealing its interior to be filled with nectar and pollen. SCP-5993 harvest these materials before using the remaining exoskeleton to fortify the hive. If removed from their hive, SCP-5993 are either unable or unwilling to enact this pollination method, and will attempt to return to their hive or die of malnutrition. SCP-5993-1 collectively refers to all honey produced by SCP-5993. SCP-5993-1 constantly absorbs ambient Akiva radiation. The rate of absorption is directly proportional to SCP-5993-1's proximity to SCP-5993, with the most absorption occurring within the hive itself and completely ceasing outside of Reliquary Area-27. Once SCP-5993-1 has absorbed a sizeable amount of Akiva radiation, SCP-5993 will immediately consume it and begin the conversion process once more. SCP-5993-1 will also lose all anomalous properties after two weeks of active absorption, unless consumed. When consumed by a living organism, SCP-5993-1 will coat the walls of the digestive system and absorb all Akiva radiation within their body. As such, SCP-5993-1 will effectively eliminate an organism's ability to consort with, become host to, or otherwise be influenced by divine entities. Clairvoyants who have consumed SCP-5993-1 are universally unable to communicate with deities, reporting hostile refusals to requests for guidance and advice. Prophetic individuals have also reported difficulty in making accurate predictions, as their visions are obscured by a thick golden filter and overwhelmed by sharp prickling sensations. Attempts at spiritual healing by affected individuals have instead induced swelling and hives rather than mending. These effects will persist so long as SCP-5993-1 remains within the subject, with 240 mL of SCP-5993-1 completely exiting the human body one year after consumption.3 Discovery: SCP-5993 was first discovered following the disappearance of Marcus Ambrose, a Foundation consultant on the containment of theological anomalies stationed at Reliquary Area-27. Prior to his disappearance, personnel revealed that Ambrose had begun to take a more aggressive approach towards containment, having taken a distinct interest in deicidal groups and belief systems. Personal documentation shows that Ambrose claimed to have made a significant breakthrough in his research, although little on the discovery was elaborated on. Ambrose was later seen driving in the direction of a religious shrine he frequented, located in a small patch of dense woodlands. Mobile Task Force Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres") was dispatched to the location, where they discovered Ambrose's corpse completely swarmed by members of SCP-5993. Investigation revealed an abandoned beehive near the shrine's central dais, and is believed to have been tended to by Ambrose prior to his death. How SCP-5993 took residency within Ambrose is unknown, as no signs of forced entry have been found. An investigation conducted by the Department of Tactical Theology revealed several transcribed passages from various religious texts repeated throughout Ambrose's personal research notes. These passages are believed to have some relation to SCP-5993 and its method of Akiva consumption, and have been transcribed below. "…When Samson returned later to take her, he left the road to see the lion's carcass, and in it was a swarm of bees, along with their honey. Their honey cried out to be eaten, with offerings of power over fate itself to Samson. It offered a power so great, even the Lord would cry out in fear at his strength. The bees hummed with temptation, speaking of the honey's fortitude and immense power over all. Samson fell back, calling out to the Lord to bring these insects to justice, to deliver them with righteous fury. But no deliverance was given, as Samson merely watched the insects vacate their lifeless home and ascend upwards, bringing their foul offers with them." —Judges 14:8 "So I spoke to you, but you would not listen. You rebelled against the command of the Lord and presumptuously went up into the hill country. Then the Amorites who lived in the hills came out against you, and lo! they released upon you a swarm of bees. The bees would sting and prick, to draw welts to your flesh and score your skin. You wept before the Lord, but He could not listen to your voice or give ear to you. For you belonged to the bees, and the Lord could not stop their attack without drawing their ire himself. You were sapped of your energy and your forgiveness, and left punctured and desiccated, drained of His light. For this reason you stayed in Kadesh for a long time—a very long time." —Deuteronomy 1:43-45 "And your Lord built the honey bees cells in hills, on trees, and in the habitations of man. It taught them to maintain their hives and that their existence was merely to be confined. For your Lord lived in fear of the bees. He knew of the danger they posed to Him, and determined them unworthy of freedom. From what is within their bodies, between excretions and blood, they produced the nectar and dander kept from them by your Lord. They harnessed this bounty and produced succulents of the Earth—the succulents of honey. They struck terror into your Lord, and drove their stingers into him. They gave Him the hives that they were forced into, and made His throat swell with welts of fury, for they hath no mercy for their captor." —Quran 16.68-69 These passages have since been removed from all widely available religious texts and replaced with more suitable variations. Incident Report #5993-CK: On 04/23/2020, a member of D-Class personnel being transferred to Reliquary Area-27 had unknowingly been harboring EE-097394 within her body. After showing aggression towards the administration of SCP-5993-1, she was restrained and administered a standard dosage. She immediately began to convulse, with large red welts appearing across her skin. This was mostly centered around the neck and upper torso, with the D-Class attempting to scratch at her neck between convulsions. Throughout the incident, an unknown voice (believed to be that of EE-09739) was audible violently choking and gagging. Despite immediate intervention by medical personnel and the administration of several epinephrine dosages, the D-Class personnel expired. Post-incident analysis also found that EE-09739 had become similarly unresponsive, and attempts to rouse it from its relic proved unsuccessful. Despite displaying symptoms of severe anaphylaxis, the D-Class had lacked any allergy to bee venom, and had reportedly been stung several times prior to incarceration. The allergenic profile of EE-09739 is currently unknown, but is believed to match that of other theological entities. MDV-HIVE ("Cleopatra's Coffin") Addendum.5993.3: Following approval by Site Command, plans to utilize SCP-5993 in the containment of dangerous theological entities have been enacted. Members of MTF-Eta-77 have been provided with handheld gas grenades containing a crystalline form of apian alarm pheromones. Operatives are to deploy these during hostile situations, upon which MDV-HIVE ("Cleopatra's Coffin") is to be deployed. MDV-HIVE is a repurposed mobile deployment vehicle outfitted with several mobile apiaries capable of supporting 15 separate hives of SCP-5993. These apiaries are designed to remotely deploy SCP-5993, allowing them to swarm the nearest perceived threat. Gear carried by Eta-77 is routinely coated in a thin layer of recognition pheromones before deployment, making them functionally invisible to SCP-5993 as to prevent unintended injury. Each operative has also been provided a single epinephrine injection, and has been trained in their usage. Due to the limited number of SCP-5993 at the Foundation's disposal, MDV-HIVE is only to be used during Keneq level events or higher. Complete implementation of apian based weaponry is expected to take until 2034 to be fully realized. Despite this, the Department of Tactical Theology are hopeful that a handheld variant of the MDV-HIVE, described as "similar to the design of a fragmentation grenade but with bees", will be developed within the next several years. Footnotes 1. Including but not limited to hallucinations, aphasia, glossolalia, stigmata and involuntary levitation. 2. Identified as Marcus Ambrose, a 34-year-old pastor and theologian. 3. Larger dosages will remain within the body for longer, but have also caused malnutrition and occasional asphyxiation resulting from large amounts of SCP-5993-1 collecting in the larynx and trachea. 4. A minor deity able to spiritually inhabit the bodies of individuals, with its physical form trapped within a divine relic of unknown origin. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5993" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5993. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5994 | safe | ... BEGIN RECORDING close Info X Info about the article ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains unreality. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-5994 OlI/5994 Classified Threat Level: Undetermined fig 1.1. Still frame from SCP-5994, Configuration 2A, Monitor 2, View 3 at 22:38:32. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5994, along with the building in which it resides, has been purchased from GoI-952 ("Olney Ironworks")1. No further containment measures are deemed necessary. On the order of Director Drummond, the original legacy systems are to be reinstalled and remain in place indefinitely. Description: SCP-5994 is the surveillance room of the former Olney Ironworks Southeast Houston manufacturing center. Prior to Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, SCP-5994 displayed no anomalous properties. Surveillance equipment inside SCP-5994 plays a continuous 3 hour and 36 minute loop of the events of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, an anomalous event that took place on 25/10/1997 between the hours of 20:24 and midnight resulting in the decommissioning of the mill. This includes all systems installed following the Incident, allowing for perspectives impossible through the original hardware. While playbacks of SCP-5994 remain largely consistent, divergences have been recorded, and can be forced through the installation of conspicuous secondary components within existing equipment. Despite this, the full scope of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher has yet to be prevented on-record. Subjects depicted in SCP-5994's playbacks correspond to employees present at the time of the event. The Foundation has been unable to locate these subjects for questioning See Interview transcripts. HISTORY SCP-5994 was discovered on 26/10/1997, when GoI-952 contacted S.C. Public2 for assistance in containing SCP-5994-1. 6 minutes prior to the arrival of Mobile Task Force Omega-19 ("Double Feature"), however, S.C. Public was informed by Olney administration that the incident had been dealt with, and that further help was unnecessary. Post-incident analysis was impeded by GoI-952, as expected. Interrogation of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher's confirmed survivors3 proved fruitless, with both citing company policy as proof that the incident was an extensive hallucination. Furthermore, the entirety of the factory floor had been sprayed with the BLACK FLY compound, hindering the collection of forensic evidence. Foundation personnel discovered SCP-5994 during a routine audit of surveillance footage. Following its discovery, Site-56 Command negotiated the sale of the Southeast Houston Manufacturing Center to Foundation holdings. Containment was established on 06/11/1997. PLAYBACK LOG (CONTROL) The following is a rough summary of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, based on the hardware configuration originally present within the manufacturing center. Researchers with OlI/5994 or greater clearance may access the associated video logs. The recordings begin at [20:24:36], with little deviation from the events typical of the factory's operation, with two exceptions: A man (Identified as Joan Lopez, a worker reported as missing following the Incident) manning a casting station drops what looks to be a necklace or circular chain into a mold full of molten metal. The man reacts with either frustration or apprehension, before leaving to confront his manager (Identified as Joan Sanchez, also missing).4 Another man (Identified as Raymond Navarro, also missing) inside of a break room immediately answers his cell phone. The call appears to last around six minutes, during which time Navarro nods, pacing around the break room. Audio capture suggests the call pertains to a transport of baking soda to the Northwest Portland Manufacturing Center. The first anomalous event occurs when a trapdoor in the vehicle bay5 is jostled by an unseen figure at [20:27:18]. For the next ten minutes, several employees react to a faint rustling from various machinery and ventilation shafts. At [20:38:27], Mr. Lopez suddenly stops to look at an industrial furnace, from which emerges an unharmed domestic pig. Mr. Lopez appears confused, before returning to speak to his manager. In the time taken to reach Mr. Sanchez, two more pigs emerge from the same furnace. More pigs emerge from various ventilation shafts, trapdoors, and damaged machine parts throughout the manufacturing center. By [20:47:27], around 46 pigs have emerged. At [20:50:21], Mr. Sanchez calls all employees present within the manufacturing center into an impromptu meeting in order to discuss the incident. An argument between Mr. Sanchez and a security officer (Identified as Sái Minh Ân, a survivor of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher) occurs, leading to the officer's subsequent firing and removal from the premises. At [21:02:59], several pigs on the factory floor are visibly startled, fleeing from the furnaces. Mr. Sanchez phones his superior at [21:10:46], reporting "another goddamn pig bloom". This call lasts ten minutes, and consists primarily of Mr. Sanchez nodding and affirming his superior's requests. At [21:28:19], all outdoor surveillance feed cuts out. Additionally, overhead lighting throughout the factory is cut off for approximately 19 seconds, before turning back on. A large, superficially porcine figure (designated SCP-5994-1) can be seen mid-emergence from a blast furnace. Mr. Sanchez's meeting is dismissed at [21:58:04], after which employees are redirected back to their stations. SCP-5994-1 is encountered a minute later. The contents of remaining footage are difficult to parse. It is observed, however, that employees have entered a state of intense panic. Several attempt to flee the premises, despite the activation of Olney-installed locking mechanisms. Remaining employees attempt to shut down active machinery, a task hindered by SCP-5994-1 and a panicking herd of swine. At [23:57:00], a white flash, originating from the central blast furnace, overtakes all surveillance equipment on the premises. Footage remains obscured for 3 minutes, before looping back to the beginning. ADDENDUM 5994-012: EXPERIMENTATION AND INTERVIEW Raymond Navarro, c. 1996. For the purposes of this document, SCP-5994 as depicted by SCP-5994 has been designated SCP-5994`. On 04/08/2003, Dr. James Carvallo6 submitted a grant request for experimentation, in the hopes of facilitating communication with subjects depicted by SCP-5994. Dr. Carvallo cited Mr. Lopez and Mr. Sanchez's reactions to the installation of audio capture as evidence of potential two-way communication. His request was approved following an extensive budgeting audit, on the condition the SCP-5994 containment team investigate the events of Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher. In hopes of facilitating interviews, SCP-5994 was fitted with a rudimentary form of two-way audio through the installation of a camera-fitted intercom, as well as the installation of a conspicuous audio-capture device. Initial attempts to coax subjects into SCP-5994` via direct appeal were unsuccessful, with a majority of subjects electing to report the offending equipment to Mr. Sanchez for subsequent dismantlement. Furthermore, the promise of assistance against SCP-5994-1 was ignored even after its discovery. Having failed to convince the subjects directly, the SCP-5994 research team experimented with a variety of alternate methods. Interviews conducted with Olney's Human Resources departments revealed that Mr. Navarro had been reprimanded in November of 1996 following a series of attempts to personally investigate an unrelated anomaly. In light of this, the SCP-5994 research team installed several devices intended to mimic minor anomalous phenomena, positioning them in a rough path between Mr. Navarro's starting position and SCP-5994`. On 08/10/2003, researchers successfully coaxed the virtual Mr. Navarro (Designated SCP-5994-A) into SCP-5994`. INTERVIEW-5994-A DATE: 08/10/2003 SUBJECT: SCP-5994-A [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5994-A enters SCP-5994`, gently locking the door behind it. With a sigh, it takes stock of the equipment. SCP-5994-A: (In Spanish) Man, this place is going to Hell. Researcher Hartley: Hello, Mr. Navarro. SCP-5994-A swears, falling back into a desk and wincing in pain. Researcher Hartley: Apologies. I'm with S.C. Public. On behalf of your employer, I will be conducting an open-ended survey into the Southeast Houston Manufacturing Center's operation. SCP-5994-A: Oh, Jesus fucking- (In English) Do y'all gotta call from the intercom? Researcher Hartley: Yes. SCP-5994-A climbs back up to a standing position, nursing an apparent hip injury. SCP-5994-A: Alright, good an answer I'll ever get. Researcher Hartley: Right, let's begin. So, in the past week, have you noticed anything strange in regards to the operations of the Manufacturing Center? SCP-5994-A: You're gonna have to define "strange". Researcher Hartley: That's alright. Have you witnessed, heard, or been made to engage in anything you would consider either statistically improbable or physically impossible, based on your understanding of the laws of physics, chemistry, and sociology? SCP-5994-A glances around SCP-5994` before turning back to face the intercom. SCP-5994-A: If you mean just in the past week, no, it's business as usual. But (SCP-5994-A lowers its voice) look, there's some things y'all never understand, right? I… there's words for it, they're not coming to tongue. Researcher Hartley: That's alright. Just try your best. SCP-5994-A: No, no, it's not… it's something you see for yourself. The machines… stretch? It's constant, and you get used to it, but… I think my brain might be fried, sorry. Researcher Hartley: Don't worry, that's sufficient. Now, for the next part of the survey, I'll need you to stare at the bottom monitor, second from the right, for… around five minutes should suffice. SCP-5994-A: Mm, got it. Sighing, SCP-5994-A folds its arms before turning to face the specified monitor. SCP-5994-A remains silent until [20:38:37], whereupon it sighs in apparent frustration. SCP-5994-A: Is that it? Researcher Hartley: You still have about two more- SCP-5994-A: No, the thing. The pig. Researcher Hartley: I assume this isn't a normal occurrence. SCP-5994-A: I don't get interviewed over the intercom ain't a normal occurrence. The pigs out the kiln are flying for all I care. And… how did you know? Researcher Hartley: Don't worry about that. For the record, was there- SCP-5994-A: I'm sorry, I'm stuck on the fact a pig came outta that there kiln, and this time y'all knew. Heaven's sake, what are y'all pulling here? I just wanna cast steel and y'all are out here putting pigs in the works? Jesus, man. Researcher Hartley: We'd prefer if you focused on the interview. SCP-5994-A: Seriously? I… fine, fine. Researcher Hartley: Thank you. Two more minutes pass. Researcher Hartley: Now, to your knowledge, has anything happened in the past… three months that may explain what you've just witnessed? SCP-5994-A: No? I'm still not- SCP-5994-A cuts itself off, leaning closer to the monitor. SCP-5994-A: Son of a bitch. Researcher Hartley: Mr. Navarro? SCP-5994-A: What are y'all trying to pull here? First it's in the garage, now the kilns? If management knows this sh-this stuff's going on again, it's our heads on the line, you understand. One pig's bad enough, and y'all are out here trying to top pigs with pigs. Researcher Hartley: Then this has happened before? SCP-5994-A remains silent for several seconds. Researcher Hartley: Mr. Navarro? SCP-5994-A: Yeah, that's enough for today. Despite protests from Researcher Hartley, SCP-5994-A exits SCP-5994`. [END LOG] CLOSING NOTES: Following the failure of three subsequent attempts to interview SCP-5994-A, experimentation was suspended. ADDENDUM 5994-013: INTERVIEW On 29/04/2005, the annual full-capacity activation of the Foundation PANOPTICON surveillance network was conducted. During this time, PANOPTICON's attendant Artificial Intelligence Construct7 flagged footage of a man entering a hardware store in Arlington, Texas. A review by the office of O5-10 determined the man to be Mr. Raymond Navarro, previously reported as missing following Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher. With assistance from the Texas Government, Mr. Navarro was tracked to the village of Solicruz, Texas, 28 miles from Arlington, where he was employed as a welder to a non-anomalous business. Agent Taft made contact with Mr. Navarro under the cover of S.C. Public. INTERVIEW-5994-B DATE: 14/05/2005 SUBJECT: Mr. Raymond Navarro [BEGIN LOG] Agent Taft: It's a pleasure to speak with you, Mr. Navarro. Navarro: Ain't no problem, chief. Most people call it a chore. (Subject chuckles) Agent Taft: As long as we stay on topic, you're fine. Now, according to our records, you were an employee at an Olney steel mill, correct? Navarro: (Brief pause) Yeah, yeah. Both remain silent for 9 seconds. Agent Taft: Not too keen on them? Navarro: No, I… well, no, I wasn't. Excuse me, I was just… thinking. They called themselves, or I guess that division, "Olney Ironworks". It was a steel mill, chief. We made iron, sure, but we turned it into steel quick as we could. Agent Taft: It is somewhat odd, I suppose. I imagine the actual work wasn't much more organized. Navarro: Not at all, chief. They had this thing, in addition to the work we were doing, where one of us had to take the odd job. Most of it wasn't hard, no, but it was mostly weird. Make sure nothing comes out of the bronze kilns, keep a door closed for a few hours, things like that. Agent Taft: Huh. Navarro: Fresh out of trade school, it felt normal. My current job does that too, but usually there's a spill on the floor that needs a mopping. Not… three hours taking inventory on a single toolbox. Agent Taft: What purpose do you think it served? Navarro: Chief, that steel mill's got a mind of its own. If you're not looking, you're not seeing everything that could go wrong. Of course, good luck getting Olney to admit to it. Most of the guys who put in too many complaints to management got fired. Agent Taft: Interesting. Well, S.C. Public's interested in a particular incident that took place on the night of October 25th, 1997. According to our records, you were present for the incident in question. Navarro: Incident? Agent Taft: The incident that resulted in the mill's closure. Navarro: I was there for that? Man, my memory's not what it used to be. Agent Taft: That's quite alright. Agent Taft retrieves a printout of fig. 1.1 from his satchel. Agent Taft: Do you recognize this? Navarro: Is that a pig? Agent Taft: Again, do you recognize this? Navarro: No? Is this supposed to be some kind of art piece? Agent Taft: Very well. Let's try this: think back to your last day on the job. What can you recall? Mr. Navarro remains silent for 18 seconds. Navarro: Ah hell. It's coming up blank, chief. That had to be a decade ago, right? Agent Taft: Don't worry about that. Now, this may sound odd, but do you remember seeing, say, a domestic pig on-location? Navarro: So it's a pig? Agent Taft: Just focus on the question for now. Navarro: If you're trying to fuck with me, chief, you're doing a great job. I don't remember seeing pigs, hearing pigs, anything to do with a pig that wasn't already cooked. You wanna look into Olney, fine by me, but Olney looks back. Both remain silent for 21 seconds. Agent Taft: … thank you for your time, Mr. Navarro. That should be all for now. [END LOG] CLOSING NOTES: Mr. Navarro is to be monitored for further abnormalities. SCP-5994-A is unwilling to talk of what it knows, and Mr. Navarro is willing to talk yet can't remember. If we've any hope of understanding Incident G952-AE-Tennenbacher, one of them needs to budge. - Director Carvallo ADDENDUM 5994-014 + LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Access granted. INTERVIEW-5994-C DATE: 14/05/2005 SUBJECT: SCP-5994-A, Mr. Raymond Navarro [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5994-A enters SCP-5994`, gently locking the door behind it. With a sigh, it takes stock of the equipment. SCP-5994-A: (In Spanish) Man, this place is going to Hell. Researcher Hartley: Mr. Navarro? SCP-5994-A swears, falling back into a desk and wincing in pain. Researcher Hartley: Apologies. I'm with S.C. Public, and- SCP-5994-A yells in apparent frustration, turning to leave SCP-5994`. Navarro: Hey, chief. Do I sound familiar? SCP-5994-A stops, turning to face the intercom. SCP-5994-A: … is that me? Navarro: Eight years later. You down to talk this through? SCP-5994-A: What the hell am I doing on an intercom, son? Navarro: Right now you're coming through on headphones, but I ain't sure. Mister Blackwell here's trying to work this out. Believe me, chief, I didn't believe it until I heard it. SCP-5994-A: … oh, fine. Better than graveyard work. Researcher Hartley: I'm surprised. The two of you are taking this rather well. SCP-5994-A: Son, this is not the worst the Ironworks'll throw atcha. Ain't even second place. Researcher Hartley: Interesting. Let's save that for later. Now, for the next part of this exercise, I'll need you to stare at the bottom monitor, second from the right, for… around five minutes should suffice. Navarro: Me or him? Researcher Hartley: Both of you, if that's alright. SCP-5994-A: Mm, got it. Navarro: Loud and clear, chief. Sighing, SCP-5994-A folds its arms before turning to face the specified monitor. Mr. Navarro follows shortly after; both remain silent until [20:38:37], whereupon SCP-5994-A sighs in apparent frustration. Navarro: That's what you meant, huh? SCP-5994-A: Wait, y'all know what's going on? Navarro: Somewhat? It's eight years later, chief. SCP-5994-A: Fuck me gently. How's the wife doing? Navarro: Yeah, you're gonna want to file those divorce papers soon as possible. Longer that goes on, messier it's gonna get. Researcher Hartley furrows his brow and nods, turning back to his laptop. Researcher Hartley: Back on topic. Past Mr. Navarro, Future Mr. Navarro tells me you've seen this before. SCP-5994-A: The pig? Yeah, there was one in the… was the garage, I think. Couldn't have been more than three months back. Navarro: The garage. Oh man, that place had to be cursed by a witch or something. You remember when they had us saturate it with BLACK FLY? Administration had to cut with S.C. just to get the equipment. SCP-5994-A: Man, I envy you. Where're you shacked up in all of this? Navarro: Solicruz, chief. I don't miss the traffic. Researcher Hartley: Again, let's stay on topic. Now… Researcher Hartley trails off. Researcher Hartley: Son of a bitch. Navarro: You alright, chief? Researcher Hartley: Nevermind, it's nothing. So, back to the questions. Now, Past Mr. Navarro, think back when you saw the pig. Did you tell anyone about what you saw? Management, perhaps? SCP-5994-A: I mean no offense, son, but have y'all seen what they do to the guys who report stuff? Researcher Hartley: Fair point, I have not. What about your wife. Sofia, right? Navarro: With all due respect, chief, I don't know what my ex's gotta do with this. Researcher Hartley: Answer the question, please. SCP-5994-A: Him or me? Researcher Hartley: It doesn't matter. Just tell me if you told Sofia about the incident. SCP-5994-A: Man, it's not like Sofie's gonna believe me. Can't imagine I would've. Researcher Hartley: Interesting. And you, Future Mr. Navarro? Navarro: … think I told her once or twice about the happenings. Might not have. Researcher Hartley: Interesting. One last question: are the two of you aware that Mr. Raymond Navarro was never married? All remain silent for 38 seconds. Researcher Hartley begins typing. Researcher Hartley: I expected this from the recording, sure, but you, Mr. Navarro, you've always been talkative. Though I suppose, given that you are not Mr. Navarro, you had ulterior motives in cooperating with S.C. Public. Not that it matters, I've alerted security and there's a single way out of here. Researcher Hartley: Do you have anything to say for yourselves? All remain silent for 17 seconds. Researcher Hartley: Pathetic. Now- Researcher Hartley attempts to put a hand on Mr. Navarro's shoulder, only to knock over the free-standing sculpture of crudely-stitched pork that occupies its former space. After 5 seconds of silence, Researcher Hartley swears, turning back to the video feed. SCP-5994-A is gone. In its place is a similar sculpture to the one presently spilled across SCP-5994's floor. Researcher Hartley remains silent for several seconds, before standing up to stretch. Researcher Hartley: Man, this place is going to Hell. Unknown: Hello, Mr. Hartley. Researcher Hartley swears, falling back into a desk and wincing in pain. Unknown: Apologies. I'm with [INDECIPHERABLE]. On behalf of your employer, I will be conducting an open-ended survey into the SCP-5994 project's operation. Researcher Hartley climbs back up to a standing position, nursing an apparent hip injury. Researcher Hartley: Oh Jesus fucking- Researcher Hartley cuts himself off mid-sentence. Unknown: Let's begin. So, in the past week, have you noticed anything strange in regards to the SCP-5994 project? Both remain silent for 9 seconds. Researcher Hartley does not move. Unknown: Mr. Hartley? Researcher Hartley screams. Unknown: Mr. Hartley? Still screaming, Researcher Hartley turns from the intercom and absconds from SCP-5994. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. UPDATE 20/02/2018: Following the transfer of Olney to Preferred Option Holdings (a Foundation front company), legal ownership of SCP-5994 is managed appropriately. 2. A Foundation front organization meant to facilitate above-Veil interactions with GoI-952. 3. Former security officer Sái Minh Ân and boilermaker Stefon Secada. 4. The content of Mr. Lopez and Mr. Sanchez's conversation is unknown. The two refuse to conduct their conversation in range of visible audio capture devices, and will not conduct their conversation at all should a hidden audio capture device be installed anywhere in the facility. 5. There does not currently appear to be a trapdoor in the corresponding present-day area. Excavation is pending Director approval. 6. Then-director of USNVBR-Site-56, which holds jurisdiction over the GoI-952 project. 7. ASE.aic ... END RECORDING REPLAY? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5994" by PeppersGhost and UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5994. Licensed under CC-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: rnavarro.jpg Name: Odlévání Author: Lukas Stavek License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: VHS1f.jpg Name: 324 Author: Dangerous…Dan License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5995 | pending | Jake Brown before death, leftmost Item #: SCP-5995 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5995 is currently considered uncontained and its location is unknown. Containment is a priority following the completed investigation into the murder of Mr Jake Brown in collaboration with the Global Occult Coalition. Description: SCP-5995 is an unidentified entity responsible for the murder of Mr. Jake Brown1. Jake Brown was an ontokinetic anomaly whose presence required the rewriting of hume measurement procedures 13.A to 72.A-P. The following is a collection of related documentation in lieu of a description pending the discovery of SCP-5995. Report of Initial Discovery Hide Report of Initial Discovery Authorization 044EM Memo to SCP Foundation Parties Regarding Incident 5995 Sender Christopher Malone, Jr.2 Recipient Nelson Aariak, PhD Subject Regarding Incident 5995 The following events took place on February 19, 2008, 0530 EST. Three pieces of measurement technology, the furthest approximately 165km from the epicenter, notified surveying parties to EVE energy readings far beyond normal; I believe the conservative estimate was five standard deviations beyond baseline. I was deployed first in order to investigate. There were no reports among mundane communication channels(ie. calls to emergency services). My time to arrival was approximately two minutes, one of which was putting on my equipment. Since I was told I have to tell you almost everything, I'll be upfront. We knew about Jake Brown long before you did. We projected that the chances someone of his magnitude would appear in the general population at approximately one in five trillion. We put a target on his back since his abilities began to manifest back on his fourteenth birthday. Obviously he caused no trouble until now and we knew immediately that he must've been the source of the sudden EVE spike. When I got to his place, my measurement equipment couldn't find traces of thaumaturgic energy laying around anymore. You know as well as I do that energy that big doesn't vanish like that unintentionally. I unlocked the door and walked in with a weapon drawn. The lights were on. I saw him laying on the carpet in the living area of the apartment. There looked be a large wound in his abdominal area. I couldn't be sure; chunks of him spilled up towards the ceiling as if that was the direction of gravity. I spotted a firearm3 floating between himself and the ceiling, with a bullet frozen in the process of being fired. Jake Brown has no history of owning firearms. The whole place smelled like one spot in my childhood; a family trip to a 'breathing cave'. Each gust of air out of the cave smelled like this place- a mix of moisture and mold like an exhale from the earth. I spent the next two minutes surveying the rest of the space, then the entrails of Jake Brown remembered where gravity was supposed to go and fell back onto his body. Imagine a particularly heavy bout of rainfall. Your organization showed up after, so you know the rest of the story. Also, regarding your request into equipment descriptions and schematics, you have to file a 4455EM-88-S. I attached an empty one and you can send it back to me. Persons of Interest List Hide Person of Interest List Vincent Matthew Jaquelynne Strauss Samuel Farley Matthew, January 2017 Person of Interest: Vincent Matthew Age: 56 Sex: Male Gender: Male Height: 1.82m Weight: 76 kg Hair Color: Grey Eye Color: Hazel Current Location: Ellisburg, New York, United States Of America Relation to Victim: Last Known Employer Known Interactions With Jake Brown: Vincent Matthew employed Jake Brown for the purposes of office organization at Symmetry Accounting and Tax Services, of which Vincent Matthew is Director of Human Resources. Jake Brown was employed by Vincent Matthew for thirteen months before an internal audit revealed that Jake Brown had utilized his access to payroll systems to be paid for hours he did not work. This caused a scandal within the Human Resources department which reflected poorly on Vincent Matthew, who was suspended without pay for the remainder of the auditing process. Approximately two weeks before Jake Brown's murder, Vincent Matthew was reinstated. One week before Jake Brown's murder, Vincent Matthew initiated communications with the Director of Legal Affairs in order to pursue legal action against Jake Brown. The Director of Legal Affairs rebuffed Vincent Matthew and indicated any further communication of interest in the subject will be reported to internal compliance personnel. Other Notes: Vincent Matthew frequents The Stray Chickadee (a Marshal, Carter & Dark affiliate), and has bid upon several artifacts but has reportedly yet to own any. He notably bids on weapons and keeps a collection of rifles. Strauss, August 2005 Person of Interest: Jaquelynne Strauss Age: 47 Sex: Female Gender: Female Height: 1.60m Weight: 66kg Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Current Location: Chapel Hill, North Carolina, United States Of America Relation to Victim: First Wife, Since Divorced Known Interactions With Jake Brown: Jaquelynne Strauss and Jake Brown attended Red Brook Highschool and remained in communication during Jaquelynne Strauss's attendance of Trillum Community College. After becoming pregnant with Jake's first son, Warden Strauss, Jaquelynne ceased her tertiary education in order to marry Jake Brown and raise Warden. Jaquelynne Strauss currently has sole custody of Warden Strauss. Her relationship with Jake Brown lasted approximately ten years, after which she filed for divorce due to Jake Brown's failure to find employment. Jaquelynne is currently in a legal disagreement with Jake Brown's current wife, Lauren Brown, for Jake Brown's life insurance payout and estate as Jake Brown was murdered while owing several thousand dollars in unpaid child support. Other Notes: Jaquelynne Strauss failed baseline measurement RI-9958, indicating an ontokinetic ability deviating from normal. No further clarifications were made from subsequent measurements. It is speculated Jaquelynne Strauss failed RI-9958 as a result of longterm proximity to Jake Brown. Farley, June 2014 Person of Interest: Samuel Farley Age: 40 Sex: Male Gender: Male Height: 1.81m Weight: 78kg Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Current Location: Ellisburg, New York, United States Of America Relation to Victim: In Relationship With Widow, Lauren Brown Known Interactions With Jake Brown: None Other Notes: Samuel Farley is in an ongoing, sexual relationship with Lauren Brown. The relationship began approximately eight months before Jake Brown's death. Two weeks before the murder, Samuel Farley texted to Lauren Brown's cell phone the following message: "i cant wait no more. jake aint shit compared to me. hes gonna end up in a ditch and im gonna find a way to put him there for you. then the girls can have a real dad." This message was received positively by Lauren Brown. One month after the murder of Jake Brown, Samuel Farley's private journal4 indicated plans to propose to Lauren Brown. (Revision 393: As of 2017, Samuel Farley and Lauren Brown are engaged.) Samuel Farley has refused to be interviewed for any reason. Selection of Interviews Please Refer To Document-5995-A through -P For The Full Index of Interviews Brown-001 Matthew-003 Strauss-002 Brown-027 Brown-031 Date: February 19, 2008 Interviewer: Christopher Malone, Jr. (Under alias Jacob Kinsey) Interviewee: Lauren Brown Foreword: Christopher Malone, Jr. is an agent of the Global Occult Coalition and is under the alias Jacob Kinsey. He presents as a law enforcement officer. [BEGIN LOG] Brown has been crying for the past twenty minutes previous to the beginning of the log. Malone: Afternoon, Mrs. Brown. I'm Jacob Kinsey, and I'm here to help find who did this. I know this is a lot to take in, so please take all the time you need. Brown is unable to respond for the next three minutes. Malone replaces a near-empty box of tissues beside her. He places a cup of water in front of her. Brown drinks twice before speaking. Brown: Okay. Okay. I'm. Oh god. Yes, okay. Call me Lauren. Just- what do you want? Malone: Could you tell us what you know about Jake? Was he in any trouble shortly before today? Brown: He- he just lost his job a while ago. Couldn't find another. With some tax firm, he, he was caught penciling in some extra hours. But he needed the money. They wouldn't kill him over a few hundred fucking dollars! Malone: Thank you. Please take a few breaths. We can go as slow as you need, Lauren. I'm here for you. Brown: He. He's a good man, Jacob. He doesn't have money- never even graduated- god. God. He never accomplished a thing but he was trying. He never stopped trying to get it together. He never should've done that stupid fucking thing. Never. Malone: Could you tell me more about the last few days leading up to today? Brown: Jake and I were, were having troubles. He was… He was really down. But I was telling him we were gonna make it work. We were gonna. He kept saying- he kept saying that— he didn't get it. Why it was so hard for him. Malone: Where were you last night, Lauren? Brown: Oh god, you don't— you don't suspect— fuck. I have a fucking alibi. I'm a waitress. I work evenings when my girls are with their dad. From another marriage. Malone nods and waits for Brown to continue. Brown: Okay, I'm more like a bartender. At Mulligan's. Wait— Wait there was one thing. He left me this weird voicemail last night. 3 AM. Couldn't answer 'cause I was working. Brown pulls out her phone and begins to play the voicemail. Jake Brown can be heard breathing heavily into the receiver for approximately twenty seconds. Jake Brown: Lauren. Lauren, I love you. But I can't do it anymore. I can't… be like everyone else. The way everyone else does it. Just going through their lives… going through, like sheep, like they don't got no control. And they don't. None of them really got it, Lauren. None of 'em but me. Jake Brown blows his nose. It's clear that he has been crying for some time. His voice pauses as he sobs involuntarily between words. Jake Brown: But I'm giving up, Lauren. It's just too hard for me to live the way the rest of you do. Maybe it's 'cause of what I got. I knew it since I was a boy but I thought I didn't need it. It was weak. But maybe that's what I am, Lauren. Maybe I'm too weak. Took me forty fucking years for me to get it through my thick goddamn skull. Jake Brown: Maybe that's why I got it. 'Cause I'm too weak otherwise. I'll explain when you're home, Lauren. If I can. If I'm on your side of everything's everything, after I open my eyes for the first time. Jake Brown can be heard blowing several kisses before he hangs up. [END LOG] Notes: Lauren Brown's alibi was validated via video surveillance. Lauren Brown passed all tests, indicating she is a baseline human. She has been ruled out as a person of interest directly. Date: February 20, 2008 Interviewer: Christopher Malone, Jr. (Under alias Jacob Kinsey) Interviewee: Vincent Matthew Foreword: Christopher Malone, Jr. is an agent of the Global Occult Coalition and is under the alias Jacob Kinsey. He presents as a law enforcement officer. [BEGIN LOG] Malone: I'd like to thank you for coming in today. Matthew: It's really true, huh. He really kicked it. Damn. Malone: Would you mind telling me where you were past two nights? Matthew: Well, I usually go to the gym around seven. Then I head home around eight, maybe eight thirty. After that I watch TV with my wife until bedtime. Around ten. Malone: Could you describe Jake Brown's employment at Symmetry Accounting and Tax Services? Matthew: Honestly, I shouldn't have hired the guy. Who applies to be a paper pusher at like, must've been at least thirty, maybe thirty-five? Either way. He just had such an earnestness about him, and I figured he couldn't be too much trouble. He was alright. No complaints. Until he started stealing money. [Laughs.] Malone: Could you talk more about that? Matthew: About the hiring or the stealing? I mean. His resume wasn't great. He doesn't even have an Associate's. He worked in construction, but his back blew out from an old sports injury. His references were decent. He worked well enough for a deadbeat, then he started adding hours he didn't work. Just a little each paycheck. Malone: So he was terminated. Matthew: And it was such a scandal he put me out of work while auditing counted everything there was the count. Huge pain for everyone. He sure got his karma, I say. Malone: Do you recall anything unusual happening in the days leading up to the murder? Matthew: Nope! So the rumor mill's saying that men in spacesuits were coming in and out of that apartment all day. I'd love to see that autopsy report! Malone: [Pause.] We'll see what we can do. Thank you, Mr. Matthew. [END LOG] Date: February 20, 2008 Interviewer: Agent Kevin McHannon (under alias Keith McKinsey) Interviewee: Jaquelynne Strauss Foreword: Agent Kevin McHannon presents as a law enforcement officer. [BEGIN LOG] McHannon: Hello, Mrs. Strauss. Do you know why you are here today? Strauss: No. McHannon: I'm here to ask about this man. Do you recognize him? McHannon slides a photograph of Jake Brown to Strauss. Strauss: He's my ex-husband, Jake Brown. McHannon: Could you tell me what you know of him? Strauss: I should've never married him. He couldn't hold a job. Couldn't even do community college. Look, Jake, is he in some sort of trouble? McHannon: We can talk about that later. Could you tell me more about what you know? Strauss narrows her eyes and looks at McHannon for the next five seconds. Strauss: He grew up an only child. I knew him since highschool. He was charming, handsome, but a little spaced out. Seemed always sort of… uncomfortable, though. Like he was sitting on the world's biggest secret and was terrible at hiding it. McHannon: [Nodding.] How did you and he interact in college? Strauss: I guess… I thought I could cure him? Of his discomfort? But I never could get through to him. I guess he needed a therapist, not a wife. At first I thought he was just on drugs or something. Always had that sort of really, deeply distressed look about him. Saw it in my brother sometimes, before the family found his drinking habit. Strauss: Warden, my son, sometimes looks like that, by the way. I tested him up and down and couldn't find a thing wrong about him. He tells me that there's strings in spaces no one else seems to know anything about. Except his arms are too short to reach them. McHannon: That must be really kind of you, to see a haunted soul and to try and help them. Strauss: I wouldn't use the word haunted. Just… tense. All over. Like he's holding a fist too long. Anyhow, what's this about, officer? I need to go pick up Warden. McHannon: Would you mind if we met with Warden? Strauss: [Agitated.] What's this about, officer. McHannon takes off his hat. McHannon: Well, ma’am. We have reason to believe your ex-husband has been murdered. Strauss does not speak for the next fifteen seconds. Her gaze travels from the photo to her hands, her purse, and finally McHannon. Strauss: I'd like to continue this conversation with my lawyer present. [END LOG] Notes: Warden Strauss was tested to have a higher than normal level of thaumaturgic potential according to Global Occult Coalition measurement reports. However, the reports speculated that Warden Strauss's potential to achieve any anomalous effect is similar to that of a baseline human and is therefore not a concern. He has since been assigned annual testing. Date: November 2, 2013 Interviewer: Agent Kevin McHannon (under alias Keith McKinsey) Interviewee: Lauren Brown Foreword: Agent Kevin McHannon presents as a law enforcement officer. [BEGIN LOG] McHannon: Welcome. I'm Keith McKinsey. Jacob can't attend on such short notice but rest assured I'm up to date on the case. What can we do for you today? Brown: It's been five years. McHannon: Yes. Brown: I want an update. McHannon: We've told you all we can. Brown: No you haven't. You didn't open a tip line. You didn't take interviews with reporters. Didn't ask state police for help. You haven't told me anything. Told anyone, anything. McHannon: What would you like to know? Brown: The gun- what model was it? Was it the murder weapon? Was it Matthew? I told you he collected guns. And his body. Jake. Where did you put him? Why can't we have him back? McHannon: We don't— we are still running some tests. The coroner- Brown: [Interrupting, yelling.] The coroner hasn't even issued an autopsy report! After five fucking years! What else do you need?! McHannon: There's some technology being worked on that we think will blow the case wide open. But it takes time before it's ready. Brown: How much longer do I need to wait before I can bury my fucking husband?! McHannon pauses for ten seconds as he chews the inside of his cheek. His gaze drifts past her, to the door. He speaks but does not look at her. McHannon: Soon. Within the next few years, surely. Less than five. Brown: Years? You want me to wait for years?! McHannon: I can. I can ask. [Pause. Several deep breaths.] I can ask to release to you details of the weapon. I'm sorry, Lauren. It's the best I can do right now. Brown: [Crying.] That's not enough, Keith. That's not enough. McHannon: It's all I have. McHannon offers Brown a box of tissues. Brown exits the room instead. [END LOG] Note: No. Absolutely not. We can't afford any information on a clearly thaumaturgic device to be released to the baseline world. She'll just have to wait until we can identify the related EVE readings attached to it. - Christopher Malone, Jr. Date: December 21, 2015 Interviewer: Christopher Malone, Jr. (Under alias Jacob Kinsey) Interviewee: Lauren Brown Foreword: Christopher Malone, Jr. is an agent of the Global Occult Coalition and is under the alias Jacob Kinsey. He presents as a law enforcement officer. [BEGIN LOG] Malone: Thank you for coming in today, Lauren. I wanted to ask if there was any further information you may recall from the first time- Brown: [Interrupting.] I'm only coming in to let you know it's the last time I'm doing this shit with you. Malone: Of course, I understand. This must still be quite hard for you. Brown: I want to know who you people are. And what did Jake ever do to you. Malone: [Hesitantly.] What do you mean? Brown: It's been almost eight years. You keep saying the case is open. You don't tell the media anything. You don't tell me anything. I did some digging. Malone: Of course, that's understandable. Brown: You know what I found out? There wasn't a budget for another cop the year you joined. I'm sure of it. Chief Richards was talking about it during a town hall that summer. And you know how I confirmed it? Malone: I understand this seems a little suspect, but unfortunately- Brown: No, there ain't no way all the memos were lost that year. That's a bullshit excuse. Malone: I'm sorry. Brown: Tell me who you people are. Jake was not a bad man. He didn't have anything to do with anybody. Malone: I'm sorry. I'm who I've always been. I've never been anyone else. Brown: You haven't said a single honest fucking thing since you met me. Malone: That's- Brown: Don't deny it. Say one. Fucking. Thing. That was true. Malone pauses for ten seconds. He moves his chair forward and leans towards Brown, who does not move. He meets eyes with her for another five seconds. Malone: I told you my job is to find the monster that did this to Jake, and bring them to justice. Brown moves to stand. She begins to exit the room. Halfway to the door, she turns to spit on the floor between herself and Malone. [END LOG] Note: Lauren Brown has since refused all interview requests. Addendum - Additional Research Report Excerpt 5995 (with annotation): Information past this point remains under investigation. Please submit authorization token. Response 200. Welcome Agent Kevin McHannon. An Analysis Of Hume Sourcing By Case Study Of SCP-5995 (Reading Copy For Q1-2020 of Reality) Dr. Kair Malone (kmal002)1, Dr. Loren Kumari (lkum012)1, Dr. Stephens Vogel (svog007)1, Dr. Harmony Black (harmony.black)2 (1)@scprf.edu, (2)@gocrf.edu Abstract There has been much speculation as to the accurate measurement of the hume1 which includes the measurements of the hume directly2,5 and also the description of the hume's effects in proportion to its measurement10-15 but there has not been much evaluation as to the provenance of hume fluctuations. Utilizing new theoretical modeling of hume provenance analysis3 and building upon the machinery of the MIASMA protocol3 we examine an existing theoretical entity Jake Brown of SCP-59958. We are able to conclusively determine that the hume spike detected in the vicinity of Jake Brown was not sourced by Jake Brown itself. We theorize several possible models of Jake Brown's interaction with the noted and measured spike of hume and rule out the possibility of spontaneity, with the probabilities of each possible model as according to stochastic equality in parallel of regressive chirp gravity11 describing hume interactivity from separate sources. We are able to utilize new methods of MIASMA protocol engineering and an innovative chirp gravity model of hume interactivity to determine only one possible conclusion: Jake Brown suffered physical trauma from a rapid destabilization of reality centered on his person. This caused a perforation of his hernial sac, resulting in a partial evisceration of his abdominal cavity, and a complete severance of his spine. In our conclusion we will describe next steps as to identify the possibility of weaponized reality and its applications to previously ignored theories and its applications into exploration into entity identification by hume signature in continued case study of SCP-5995. I. Introduction There has been much speculation as to the accurate measurement… Footnotes 1. To be referred to as Jake Brown in respect to his status as a victim of murder according to GOC guidelines until investigation is complete. 2. A Global Occult Coalition Operative. 3. Origins of the firearm are currently unidentified. 4. As transcribed from GOC-Documents-5995-A through -F. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5995" by SoullessSingularity, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5995. Licensed under CC-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-5996 | euclid | Item#: 5996 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo 1 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5996 is to be kept in a modestly furnished room no less than five meters long with a door leading to an isolated hallway no less than five meters in length. The room should contain a computer with a network connection, with all communications incoming or outgoing monitored by Foundation staff and/or an automated censor. The room must also contain a speaker system, a camera connected to the Foundation system, and some sort of personal communication[see the attached announcement]. It is to be fed three meals a day according to a diet standard of a human of its description. Staff are not to directly interact with SCP-5996 in person unless necessary, although interacting with it through non-physical means (e.g., email, phone-call, radio, camera observation) is safe. SCP-5996 is to be provided with entertainment not in excess of $30 a month. This money carries over, but is not to exceed $120. Any time the door to its room is to be opened, SCP-5996 is to stand against the far wall prior to staff entering the hallway and will not be allowed to move until staff have exited. In the event of a containment breach, guards are to utilize non-lethal firearms to subdue SCP-5996. Once unconsciousness has been confirmed, guards may transport SCP-5996 back to its containment cell.2 Description: SCP-5996 is a Caucasian female aged 32, approximately 1.75 m. and 72.6 kg. SCP-59963 developed its anomalous properties spontaneously while at work on December 12th, 2019 [see Incident Log 5996-1]. The cause of this occurrence is currently unknown. SCP-5996's anomalous property occurs when a sapient entity enters within approximately five meters of SCP-5996, although this range is variable depending on its mental state. While a sapient entity is within SCP-5996's range, its memory will begin to degrade. At nearly the instant of entering SCP-5996's range, a subject will lose memory of what it was currently doing. The subject will often appear to have completely lost its train of thought and will act mildly agitated and distressed at its own confusion. After approximately three seconds, it will lose any memories relevant to SCP-5996. This includes memories specifically of SCP-5996, any information they are aware of about SCP-5996, and memories that SCP-5996 was in. Notably, this also includes memories of events that SCP-5996 was present for, even if neither the subject nor SCP-5996 were aware of each other's presence. Finally, once these memories are erased, SCP-5996 will begin erasing all of the subject's memories in backwards chronological order (i.e. the subject's most recent memories go first). Concepts, knowledge, or events that SCP-5996 knows of will tend to be erased more immediately than unique memories, although they will still only be erased once the anomaly has reached the general point in time that the memory was made. Subjects often display extreme emotional distress (e.g., panicking or becoming angry) and seem intuitively aware that SCP-5996 is the cause of their amnesia. Subjects will oftentimes not run away, possibly due to forgetting the desire to run every time it forms in their minds. Subjects will, however, occasionally attack SCP-5996 if their distress leads to hostility. This ability is involuntary. SCP-5996 cannot consciously perceive itself doing this, but will often display distress when made aware of it. SCP-5996 willingly turned itself over to Foundation custody upon discovery of its4 anomalous development. Addendum: "There has been a great deal of controversy surrounding the circumstances of SCP-5996 within our department. I understand the concerns. However, a decision has been made, and this decision is final. Unless you have good, and I mean damn good reason to dredge this debate up again, I expect you to accept the decision and move on with your research. For posterity, a transcript of the primary discussion has been added to Discussion Log 5996-1, and the official declaration is attached at the bottom. In the event of a significant incident that may warrant reconsideration, we will reopen this discussion. Otherwise, keep it to yourself." -Adam Taylor Incident Log 5996-1 Incident Log 5996-1 Video surveillance was recovered from the day of 12 December 2019. This incident marks the first known instance of SCP-5996 manifesting its memory loss property. According to testimony from coworkers and SCP-5996, the last encounter prior to this incident that would have triggered its properties was approximately three hours beforehand. December 12, 2019: Brian Pallow is sitting at his desk, typing up a report. His coworkers are on their lunch break, and he stayed behind to finish the last of the report. SCP-5996 approaches from offscreen right, carrying its own lunch. Upon seeing Pallow, SCP-5996 stops and smiles at him, approaching. SCP-5996: Hey there. Working diligently, I see. Pallow gains a look of confusion, disoriented from the effects of SCP-5996 Pallow: Ah, w-wuh? SCP-5996: Ah, sorry, did I distract you? Pallow: N-no… no… y-yes? What was I…? Both Pallow and SCP-5996 appear confused. Pallow's eyes narrow at the screen, before darting around. SCP-5996 examines Pallow closely. Approximately two seconds of this pass. SCP-5996: Are… you okay? You seem really out of it. Not sleeping well or something? Pallow turns to face SCP-5996 for the first time, as if just noticing it was there. Pallow: No, I… yes, but… what? W-who are you? SCP-5996, shocked, takes a step forward with concern. SCP-5996: What? I know we only met a few days ago, but I'd like to think I made an impression. Are you okay? Pallow begins to panic, standing up from his desk and knocking over his chair in the process. SCP-5996 takes a few steps back, having been startled. Pallow: W-what's going on?! SCP-5996: Brian, please, stay calm. I can't help if I don't know wha- Pallow: How do you know my name? Who are you? SCP-5996 does not respond immediately, examining Pallow's workstation and over his body. It then covers its view of the computer with its hand. SCP-5996: Brian, do you recall what you were doing before I showed up? Pallow does not answer, holding his head in his hands and breathing heavily SCP-5996: Brian, ple- Pallow: Where am I? What is this place? SCP-5996 begins backing away slowly, although still close enough to be within range. SCP-5996: Brian, you're at Site 67, alright? Please stay calm. I think you might've been infected by some sort of… cognitohazard. I don't know, I'm going to get some help, you just stay here and-. Pallow: What are you doing to me?! SCP-5996 hesitates briefly before running off down the hallway towards the cafeteria. A few moments after SCP-5996 exits the vicinity, Pallow calms down and sits down on his chair. He returns to holding his head in his hands, still distraught but no longer lashing out. On a separate camera feed, SCP-5996 continues its dash through the halls. On its way to the cafeteria, it runs into a facility guard, James Mallowar. Once Mallowar spots SCP-5996 running down the hall towards him, he raises a hand in friendly greeting. Mallowar: Hello there, doctor. In a rush? There's still- Mallowar falls silent and adopts a look of sudden confusion as SCP-5996 unknowingly enters within range of him. SCP-5996: No time. I think a junior researcher may be suffering from a cognitohazard. Either that or… maybe it's medical, but either way it's serious and something I'm not equipped to handle alone. Despite being dazed and confused, Mallowar manages to keep himself together and respond. Mallowar: What? Uh… a containment breach? Was that what I was doing? SCP-5996: Maybe, maybe not, but either way junior researcher Brian Pallow is having some sort of crisis. I'm not equipped for cognitohazard recognition and containment, so I'm not really able to do anything abo- Mallowar: Wait, what's going on? SCP-5996: Brian Pallow! He seems to be experiencing a sudden onset of disorientation and possible amnesia. He needs help. Mallowar: Huh? You need a doctor then… not… not me. SCP-5996: Don't you guys have field medical and cognitohazard training? Whichever it is, you're probably more capable to deal with it then I am. Mallowar: What's a cognitohazard? Ma'am, is something wrong? SCP-5996 begins to back away, examining Mallowar as it does so. SCP-5996: What's a…- Are you… no, you too? Mallowar: What are you… wait… where am I… who are you… what's… what… SCP-5996 hesitates for a moment before running past him and continuing on its way to the cafeteria. It runs for about five seconds at its usual pace before slowing down. SCP-5996 contemplates at a light jog for about ten seconds before resuming its running, faster than before. Its expression is now one of resolve. A final camera feed shows two facility guards, Katie Morrison and Evelyn Founder, walking and talking with one another. As SCP-5996 approaches, they notice that something is wrong and begin to run towards it. Morrison: Ma'am, what's the-? SCP-5996 skids to a halt and stretches out an arm to them SCP-5996: Stop! Stop, don't come any closer! Morrison and Founder slow down, but don't entirely stop Founder: Are you okay? Something's clearly wrong, let us-! SCP-5996: Containment breach! Founder and Morrison stop in their tracks, cautious, and look at one another before looking back at SCP-5996, currently catching its breath Morrison: Breach? There hasn't been an announcement, what's its designation? SCP-5996: There isn't one… yet… but I bet there's about to be. I've become some sort of… some sort of… proximity based cognitohazard, I think. I request immediate containment, quarantine, and… I… request to look into considering SCP classification. Following this incident, SCP-5996 was briefly quarantined in an unused office and given a wide berth while it was determined whether SCP-5996 was a carrier for a memetic cognitohazard or was, itself, an anomalous entity. Interview Log 5996-1 Interview Log 5996-1 Interviewed: SCP-5996 Interviewer: Researcher Madison Everett Foreword: SCP-5996 was interviewed two days after Incident 5996-1, when it had been confirmed that the entity itself was anomalous, and it had been ensured that it was securely contained for the time being. The goal was to extract any information about the events of Incident 5996-1 that SCP-5996 was aware of. A radio was pushed into SCP-5996's temporary room via moving cart, and the interview was conducted via that medium. <Begin Log, 14 December 2019> Everett: Ahem… hello, can you hear me? Is it coming through alright? SCP-5996: Madison? Yeah, I can hear you alright. A bit choppy, but I'm not worried about it cutting out or anything. Everett: Alright, that's good. In that case… This will be a formal interview regarding the events that transpired two days ago. SCP-5996: Mmm, I figured. Sorry to interject, but if I may do so before we begin: what happened to Brian and that guard? What was his name… James, right? What happened to them? Everett: Erm… well, thankfully, they don't seem to be physically harmed or crippled in anyway. Their memory loss looks to be permanent, I think, but they still retain enough memories to be functional. We're still working out the details of just how much they've lost, but suffice it to say that Pallow doesn't even know what the Foundation is anymore. Mallowar's faring a bit better, but he still is a bit foggy on what he's doing here. Higher ups are debating whether or not it's worth retraining and filling them in, or if it'd be better off to just amnestecize what memories remain to plug the holes and send them back out into the world none the wiser. SCP-5996: Ah… I see… I hope everything turns out alright for them… Everett: Hey, don't worry about it. Worst case scenario as best I figure, they'll just have to return to whatever it is they did before the Foundation. You haven't been given an SCP designation yet, bureaucracy is slow like that, but the way I see it it's only a matter of time. Once that happens, as cognitohazards go, you'll be far more benign than a lot of the other eldritch freaks we've got stored around the place. I'm guessing, anyway, hard to tell through all the black bars. SCP-5996: … Everett: Ah, that was… insensitive. Sorry. SCP-5996: It's… it's fine, it is what it is. We should probably start the interview, huh? Hit record, let's get a move on. Everett: I… have been recording. SCP-5996: Really? Damn it, we're wasting so much time with frivolities then, let's get to it. Everett: Okay, yeah. Alright, SCP… uh… whatever you end up getting named… SCP-5996: sighs in frustration at the lack of professionalism Everett: We have the video logs, so we know what all happened, but briefly summarize from your perspective how all of that played out two days ago. SCP-5996: Right. I ended up crossing paths with Junior Researcher Brian Pallow during our lunch breaks. He was still working, so I was curious what was keeping him so busy. He had only started working at the Foundation within the last week or so, so I figured I'd try to help ease him into the experience. Once I approached, he started acting odd. I thought I'd just distracted him, but he quickly began to become distressed. I figured he might have run into some sort of digital cognitohazard or something so I ran to get a guard. The guard started acting confused and perturbed as well, so I went towards the cafeteria to get more help. However, as I was running there, I pieced it together. Both people were showing signs of normal behavior until the moment I approached them. Either the cognitohazard was memetic and I was somehow a carrier, or I was, myself, the cognitohazard. I think at that moment I knew the truth, but whichever one it was, I needed to be contained. So I found some guards and… well… you have the recording, you saw. Everett: Alright, that matches everything we've got. I'm guessing I already know the answer to this, but: do you have any idea what caused your anomaly to develop? SCP-5996: I… really wish I could exceed your expectations here, but… no. I haven't the faintest. I didn't even interact with any anomalies during the window where it activated either: I was just doing some proofreading on some reports and reviewing some test logs. Everett: What is the exact nature of your anomaly? What is it capable of, and to what extent? SCP-5996: I only know as much as you all do, really. When I get close enough to someone, they begin to lose memories. I'm still not sure how much I can erase, maybe even an entire lifetime. I hope not, but… erm, sorry. Its permanence, its effectiveness, its range… I'm still not sure. Everett: What kind of containment are we looking at? SCP-5996: Heh, asking an anomaly to contain itself. That's a new one. Everett: I mean, I'm just asking what you're thinking, it's not like that'll be the end of it. SCP-5996: I don't know, standard humanoid containment protocol should be good enough? It'll need to be large enough for my anomaly to avoid triggering on the entrance… assuming it can penetrate solids, anyway. I'm not a reality bender or a physical danger though, a locked door at the end of a hallway should really be good enough. I doubt I could bash one down even if I tried… hell, even if I did, I wouldn't exactly be hard to subdue… or terminate… Everett: R-right… SCP-5996: Right… Everett: A-anyway… I think that's all we've got for you right now. This was kind of just a… delayed post-action report, in a sense, so there isn't really much to go over yet. Goodbye… uh… what do I actually call you? You don't have an SCP designation yet… hrm… SCP-5996: Just my name for now, I guess. It's probably the last time I'll ever hear it. Everett: Yeah… I can't help but feel this might be the last time we talk to each other. Unless I get assigned to researching you. SCP-5996: Sorry, but I don't plan on that happening. Everett: I figured. I'm gonna miss you. SCP-5996: I… yeah… Everett: … SCP-5996: Bye, Madison. Everett: Bye, Mallory.5 <End Log> Closing Statement: Approximately two hours after this interview concluded, SCP-5996 was given its official designation. Approximately four hours after that, it was moved into its current containment chamber. Discussion Log 5996-1 Discussion Log 5996-1 Due to SCP-5996 being among the more respected researchers in its department at Site-67, there were serious discussions about what to do regarding its permissions and station. Some argued that anomalies could and should be allowed to work as researchers, citing such examples as Dr. Clef and Dr. Shaw. Others argued that those were outliers and exceptions, not the rule, and that SCP-5996's cognitohazardous nature rendered it unsafe to work with. To end the controversy, a formal discussion was held on 21/01/20 to finalize a verdict on what should happen to SCP-5996. The following is a transcript of the discussion. Transcript: 21/01/20 16:20-16:28 Participants: Dr. Taylor, Dr. Malcolm, Researcher Everett, Researcher Fiore, SCP-5996 (via radio) <Begin Log> Taylor: Alright, is that everyone? Fiore: Kind of a small gathering, isn't it? Malcolm: This doesn't require a large committee hearing. It's an internal affair. I've petitioned higher-ups for an official verdict, but it seems that I'm as high as this issue cares to go. Fiore: Seriously? Everett: Were you expecting O5 to come knocking at our door to get our opinions? Honestly, I'm surprised it went even this high up. Not that that's saying all that much… er, no offence Dr. Malcolm. Malcolm: None taken, but I'd appreciate if we could get a move on. I do have other business to attend to, and while it may not be as big as those above me, I would still not like to waste time. Dr. Taylor? Taylor: Yes sir. Dr. Malcolm here will act as the final word on this matter, but most of the discussion will be between us four. We're going to try to keep this on-topic and to the point. Fiore: Four? Who else is coming? SCP-5996: I believe that I should have a word in this discussion, shouldn't I? Fiore: What's Thames doing here? Since when did SCPs get to influence Foundation affairs? Taylor: Due to the nature of this discussion, I felt it prudent that SCP-5996 should be allowed a chance to make its case. If we end up deciding to revoke its researcher status, this won't happen again. Everett: It's only fair that she should be allowed to defend herself. Fiore: Isn't that what you're here for? Look, let's lay our cards all on the table. We all know where Everett and myself stand on this matter. In the interest of fairness, I'm all for allowing a defense of SCP-5996, but why do we need both you and 5996? Isn't one or the other enough? Taylor: We felt that having a Foundation staff member who is in support of SCP-5996 retaining its credentials would be beneficial for a more… external view of the situation. However, we also felt that SCP-5996 should have the right to defend itself so long as this is a matter of contention. Is that all? Fiore: If that's what you've all decided, then yeah. Taylor: It is… now then, I suppose we should move right along then. Since you've proven vocal: Fiore, why don't you make your case? Fiore: Alright. Now, I have nothing against Dr. Thames- SCP-5996: scoffs Fiore: But the situation has changed. The Foundation's goal is to secure, contain, and protect. I don't think I need to remind you all of this. But regardless of her intentions, and regardless of her capabilities, SCP-5996 is a hazard to those working around it. I understand that she may still be loyal to the Foundation, and I understand that she is rather capable as a researcher, but that doesn't change the fact that we have lost a guard and a junior researcher as a result of her presence. I understand that it is not unheard of for researchers to possess anomalous properties. However, we're talking about top-level researchers with properties that, at their worst, are ultimately harmless. Not a level-3 researcher who is an active hazard! What happens if some sort of containment breach occurs, and next thing we know, we've all forgotten how to even run the site? What happens if SCP-5996 suddenly decides she doesn't actually like being contained, and she decides to tamper with containment procedures or attack the server directly? Why should we take these risks? Everett: You're assuming the worst case scenario. Fiore: That's what we do at the Foundation. That's how we operate: with guns, and black bars, and an iron fist. Because if we don't, everything we've got in here could end up out there. Everett: You're starting to sound a lot like the GOC. Taylor: Ms. Everett, please, let him finish. Fiore: GOC? I'm not advocating to terminate Thames or anything. But we shouldn't allow her to have free access to our database. We shouldn't allow her to work with other anomalies. We shouldn't put ourselves in more danger than we need to be. Taylor: Is that all? Fiore: For now, yeah. Taylor: Everett? Everett: Look, I… I get where you're coming from. Mallory is, at the end of the day, still an anomaly. I… I get that. But we have varying degrees of security for anomalies. We don't have to treat every anomaly like a Keter-class. Like it's one second from breaking free and destroying us all. We contain anomalies as much as is reasonable: nothing more. Hell, we could call her a Thaumiel and suddenly this would all work out. Right? SCP-5996: Mmm, not necessarily. My anomalous property itself couldn't really aid in containment, even if I, as a person, can… although maybe my property could isolate infohazards? Hmm… Everett: Regardless, my point stands. Just because something is an anomaly doesn't mean it needs to be locked away behind ten levels of security and left to rot. Anomalies need to be contained, not restrained. There's a difference. As long as Mallory… er… sorry, SCP-5996. As long as SCP-5996 is kept isolated enough to prevent exposure to the public and harm to the staff, I don't see why we need to continually up the ante. Taylor: And how do you propose we work with SCP-5996, given its nature? Everett: SCP-5996 can be a valuable consult. Furthermore, she could analyze data outside of the field. Even if she can't gather data herself, she can still work with it and come to conclusions as well as anyone at a desk with a computer could. Taylor: And SCP-5996? Would you like to make any remarks? SCP-5996: Look, I get where the hesitancy is coming from, but… it's important to remember what our goal as scientists is. We're not here to fight the anomalies, we're here to understand them, as well as keep the outside world none the wiser. Nothing about me contradicts that mission. I'm not your enemy, none of you. I'm still completely loyal to the Foundation, I still believe in everything it stands for, and I have and will continue to cooperate and encourage my own containment. However, being an anomaly myself presents a rare chance to try to bridge that gap. I still have no idea what caused me to become SCP-5996, but whatever it was… maybe it can also help me understand other anomalies? It's a wild chance, but it's one that we'll never get to explore if I'm cut off. Besides, even if that isn't the case, I could still be of use as a scientist. Just let me communicate exclusively through non-physical means and maybe run experiments remotely, there's nothing stopping us from doing that. Fiore: If we let SCP-5996 gain access to our database, where does it end? SCP-5996: It ends with people we believe can't be trusted with sensitive data. My anomaly hasn't changed my personality, unless you have reason to believe it has? Fiore: It's about the principle, we can't go bending the rules! Everett: There's no rule stating anomalies can't be researchers! Exceptions or not, those higher-ups prove that rule. Or at least, if there is a rule that says that, they prove that it's flexible! Fiore: Exceptions don't prove rules, that's not- Malcolm: Alright, I think I've gotten a good view of everyone's side. Taylor: You're already done? You've made up your mind? Malcolm: Not quite, but I think I've heard everything I need to hear. You've made your points. Thank you for mediating, Dr. Taylor. You are all dismissed. Everett: Oh… okay? Fiore: That was… quick. Good thing though, I have a report I need to send off by five and I'm behind. SCP-5996: Has everyone left? Malcolm: Dr. Taylor is still here, although I don't know why that would concern you. The meeting's over, you can go ahead and turn off the radio. SCP-5996: I understand, but I simply wanted to give you a heads-up. Malcolm: Hmm? SCP-5996: If the decision results in my favor, I'll be submitting a formal request. I'll email you the details once the decision is finalized… assuming that I have access to a computer. Malcolm: Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Meeting adjourned. <End Log> Closing Statement: As this log is intended to be indicative of what was actually said, all words have been transcribed exactly. However, a reminder: be sure to uphold proper naming conventions when discussing human SCPs. Note: "There you have it, this is the official transcript. The decision following is final, unless some greatly extenuating circumstances occur. So unless you feel you have any points to make that would drastically upset everything stated in the above conversation, keep your opinion to yourself." -Adam Taylor Announcement Regarding SCP-5996 Decision Finalized A decision has been reached regarding SCP-5996 Due to the containable nature of SCP-5996's cognitohazardous property, and due to its apparent loyalty to the Foundation, it has been decided that SCP-5996 will retain its position as a researcher, and will be allowed to continue testing and supervised communication. Suggestions to use SCP-5996 as an amnestic, or as further containment of infohazards, have been taken under advisement. A decision has not been reached regarding these proposals, and said decision will be pending until SCP-5996's property is better understood. Furthermore, SCP-5996 has been assigned its first project. SCP-5996 is to, effective immediately, be designated the head researcher on anomaly SCP-5996. SCP-5996 will be responsible for all further testing and documentation regarding SCP-5996, within reason. Changelog 1. Changelog - 07/01/20 09:10: "Cooperative or not, remember that sentient SCPs are never designated "Safe". If it changed its mind, whether it is likely or not, it could resist more than any Safe object." -Edited by Adam Taylor 2. Changelog - 07/01/20 9:13: "Placeholder for now, but I advise adding additional safety precautions for feeding and delivery to ensure personnel remain safe from its anomalous properties. While we're at it, we should add some procedures for containment breaches." -Edited by Adam Taylor Changelog - 07/01/20 15:32: "Acknowledged. I have added further procedures for interactions. That said, there really isn't much danger. This should be more than enough, right?" -Edited by original author 3. Changelog - 07/02/20 9:17: "Be sure to maintain proper designations. It is natural to slip, but calling it by the wrong title only serves to add confusion." -Edited by Adam Taylor 4. Changelog - 07/02/20 10:13: "It, not her. I understand that this may seem cruel, but it is a very important distinction. It is imperative that we do not let our sympathy for its humanity cloud our judgement on its anomaly." -Edited by Adam Taylor 5. Changelog - 09/02/20 16:42: "Remember, you're not supposed to refer to SCPs, even humanoid ones, by colloquialism. Designations are important. Failing that, redactions will suffice. Please do not make us regret choosing to give you this opportunity, it wasn't something we afford lightly." -Edited by Adam Taylor Changelog - 09/02/20 16:50: "This is a transcript of the conversation as it occurred, and this is what Everett said. If it's truly a problem, we can change it back, but Everett didn't say 'SCP-5996', and I don't think a detail this minor is redaction-worthy." -Reverted by original author ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5996" by Baileyjrob, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5996. Licensed under CC-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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The theme was Mystery. More by me! Notice from the Records and Information Security Administration The original documentation of SCP-5997 and all subsequent revisions cannot be deleted, relocated or otherwise obscured due to the presence of DEEPWELL-level digital protections on the file. Please note that SCP-5997 does in fact currently exist — however, the majority of the following data is outdated and no longer applicable to the current state of the anomaly. Nonetheless, all revisions must be viewed to reach the current and accurate documentation. Revisions to text are denoted in blue for ease of reader comprehension. + VIEW ORIGINAL FILE - HIDE Item №: SCP-5997 Level 4/5997 Classified A blister pack of mnestic tablets. Class-W. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5997 is currently considered self-containing; however, as it is poorly understood, new properties may emerge which would necessitate the development of additional containment measures. To facilitate a complete investigation into SCP-5997, Research Coalition (RC)-5997 has been formed under the supervision of the Antimemetics Division. Members of RC-5997 are required to remain on a daily regimen of mnestics and are to follow standard protocols for asynchronous research. Additional duties for RC-5997 staff include monitoring the effects of SCP-5997 on all personnel known to use mnestics, including themselves. To this end, they are to undergo psychiatric evaluations and memetic influence checks on a weekly basis. Description: SCP-5997 is the active ingredient of all mnestics, a family of Foundation-developed drugs which improve memory. A liquid-soluble chemical stimulant, SCP-5997 targets the brain centers involved in memory retention to enhance cognitive function. Any quantity of SCP-5997 is inherently antimemetic — soon after being perceived or conceptualized, it is erased from human memory. As a result, it was not known to exist in any form for an unknown but likely extensive period of time, in spite of its central role in the production of mnestics. It has been determined that the antimemetic effect of SCP-5997 only triggers upon perception; as such, consumption of the substance paradoxically allows immunity to its own effects. Despite this, SCP-5997 was discovered only recently. The reason for this remains unclear. Extensive research has confirmed that SCP-5997 is biochemically non-anomalous, and causes no adverse side effects beyond those already known to result from the use of mnestics (nausea, increased risk of pancreatic cancer, frequent night terrors). Because of this, as well as SCP-5997's importance in the containment of numerous memory-affecting anomalies, the production and use of mnestics has tentatively been allowed to continue. The origin of SCP-5997 is unknown. Currently, it is theorized that Foundation supplies of SCP-5997 are being provided by a third party external to the Foundation. As this would constitute a severe security breach, further investigations by RC-5997 are ongoing. + VIEW REVISION 1 - HIDE Item №: SCP-5997 Level 5/5997 Classified A blister pack of mnestic tablets. Class-W. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5997 is currently uncontained. Research Coalition RC-5997 has been tasked with researching, locating and containing SCP-5997, under the direct supervision of the O5 Council and senior Antimemetics Division staff. SCP-5997-1 is currently considered self-containing. Additional duties for RC-5997 staff include monitoring the effects of SCP-5997-1 on all personnel known to use mnestics, including themselves. To this end, they are to undergo psychiatric evaluations and memetic influence checks on a weekly basis. An artificially intelligent construct (5997-Z24.aic) is to monitor Foundation databases for signs of the effects of SCP-5997 on information, and is to expunge any compromised data in order to prevent the spread of SCP-5997’s effects. Sensitive data should be copied and stored immediately prior to expungement. All information specifically pertaining to SCP-5997 and SCP-5997-1 is to be heavily encrypted and maintained in secure data storage servers. As a failsafe measure, several redundant backups are to be similarly encrypted and retained on standby at all times. Description: SCP-5997 is the designation for an entity theorized to be the source of SCP-5997-1. The exact nature of SCP-5997 is currently under investigation, but available evidence suggests it is sapient and possesses antimemetic properties of considerable strength. SCP-5997-1 is a liquid-soluble chemical stimulant that improves memory when administered. Counterintuitively, SCP-5997-1 is also inherently antimemetic — soon after being perceived or conceptualized, it is erased from human memory. SCP-5997-1 is the active ingredient of all Foundation-standard mnestic drugs, and was not known to be anomalous for a significant period of time due to its antimemetic properties affecting all Foundation personnel. The existence of SCP-5997 was ascertained following extensive investigations by RC-5997, which determined that the origin and history of mnestic drugs could not be traced and that no record of the method by which they were produced existed. Additionally, it was found that all information that could have previously related to any of the mentioned topics (such as biochemical formulae and pharmaceutical diagrams) was subject to a severe antimemetic corrosion effect, which had irreversibly expunged nearly all relevant data and rendered the remainder unintelligible. Notably, it appeared that relevant information had been targeted precisely and deliberately, in a manner suggesting intelligent activity rather than random corruption. This implied the existence of a previously undocumented sapient entity with powerful antimemetic properties which had been actively impeding Foundation investigations into SCP-5997-1 for some time. This discovery shortly led to the official re-designation of SCP-5997. Available evidence strongly suggests that Foundation supplies of SCP-5997-1 originate from SCP-5997, but the method of supply is unknown. Further investigations by RC-5997 are in progress. Containment of SCP-5997 is currently considered a Level 3 - HIGH priority, due to the ongoing security breach represented by its access to Foundation data. + VIEW REVISION 2 - HIDE Item №: SCP-5997 Level 5/5997 Classified A blister pack of mnestic tablets. Class-W. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5997 is currently uncontained. Research Coalition RC-5997 has been tasked with researching, locating and containing SCP-5997, under the direct supervision of the O5 Council and senior Antimemetics Division staff. SCP-5997-1 is considered self-containing. As a precaution, RC-5997 staff are to monitor the effects of SCP-5997-1 on all personnel known to use mnestics, including themselves. To this end, they are to undergo psychiatric evaluations and memetic influence checks on a weekly basis. An artificially intelligent construct (5997-Z24.aic) is to monitor Foundation databases for signs of the effects of SCP-5997 on information, and is to expunge any compromised data in order to prevent the spread of SCP-5997’s effects. Sensitive data should be copied and stored immediately prior to expungement. All information specifically pertaining to SCP-5997 and SCP-5997-1 is to be heavily encrypted and maintained in secure data storage servers. As a failsafe measure, several redundant backups are to be similarly encrypted and retained on standby at all times. The occurrence of 5997-DORO events worldwide is to be monitored and documented by RC-5997. The appearance and travel of SCP-5997-2 instances is also to be recorded. All efforts are to be made to determine the point of origin for SCP-5997-2 instances. Description: SCP-5997 is the designation for an entity theorized to be the source of SCP-5997-1. The exact nature of SCP-5997 is currently under investigation, but available evidence suggests it is sapient and possesses antimemetic and reality-altering properties of considerable strength. SCP-5997-1 is a liquid-soluble chemical stimulant that improves memory when administered. Counterintuitively, SCP-5997-1 is also inherently antimemetic — soon after being perceived or conceptualized, it is erased from human memory. SCP-5997-1 is the active ingredient of all Foundation-standard mnestic drugs, and was not known to be anomalous for a significant period of time due to its antimemetic properties affecting all Foundation personnel. SCP-5997 actively hinders Foundation investigations into the origins and properties of SCP-5997-1 by subjecting all data pertaining to the substance to a severe antimemetic corrosion effect. The access of SCP-5997 to data is not absolute; it appears to be unable to affect sufficiently encrypted data stored in secure servers, allowing critical information about the anomaly to be retained. SCP-5997 has been active and operating outside of Foundation knowledge for an unknown, but presumably extensive, period of time. The origin of Foundation supplies of SCP-5997-1 was previously not known. However, investigations performed by RC-5997 have uncovered new information; namely, the existence of a repeated anomalous event involving the sudden appearance of SCP-5997-1 samples in random Foundation supply sites worldwide. These anomalous events (designated 5997-DORO events) correspond with unexplained antimemetic corruption of security footage from the involved supply sites. Foundation supply outpost 171. SCP-5997-2 instances not pictured. As determined by trial-and-error analysis, live observation of 5997-DORO events by subjects dosed with mnestic drugs reveals the presence of multiple featureless humanoid entities (designated SCP-5997-2 instances). These entities are observed to enter the affected supply sites and deposit samples of SCP-5997-1. Instances of SCP-5997-2 are inherently antimemetic and cannot be perceived without the use of mnestics. Additionally, SCP-5997-2 instances carry multiple memetic triggers which induce an unconscious compulsion to collect, process and utilize samples of SCP-5997-1. A severe antimemetic clouding effect surrounds SCP-5997-2 instances; due to this, the exact details of a 5997-DORO event are difficult to ascertain or concretely record, even by subjects dosed with strong mnestics. However, it is known that 5997-DORO events invariably result in the rapid integration of all SCP-5997-1 samples into the Foundation supply chain. Following the cessation of a 5997-DORO event, all involved SCP-5997-2 instances will exit the supply facility and travel to a currently unknown location, hypothesized to be their point of origin. High-speed shutter photography has determined the speed of traveling instances to exceed 9 km/s. Given the similar method of antimemetic censorship observed, it is highly probable that SCP-5997 is responsible for 5997-DORO events. Further research into 5997-DORO events and SCP-5997-2 instances is in progress. Locating and containing SCP-5997 is presently considered a Level 4 - EXTREME priority, due to the ongoing security breach represented by SCP-5997’s unimpeded access to Foundation data and operations. The covert implantation of a GPS tracking module into a select SCP-5997-2 instance in order to monitor its travel following a 5997-DORO event is currently pending. + VIEW REVISION 3 - HIDE Item №: SCP-5997 Level 5/5997 Classified A blister pack of mnestic tablets. Class-W. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5997 is currently uncontained. Research Coalition RC-5997 has been tasked with researching, locating and containing SCP-5997, under the direct supervision of the O5 Council and senior Antimemetics Division staff. SCP-5997-1 is considered self-containing. As a precaution, RC-5997 staff are to monitor the effects of SCP-5997-1 on all personnel known to use mnestics, including themselves. To this end, they are to undergo psychiatric evaluations and memetic influence checks on a weekly basis. An artificially intelligent construct (5997-Z24.aic) is to monitor Foundation databases for signs of the effects of SCP-5997 on information, and is to expunge any compromised data in order to prevent the spread of SCP-5997’s effects. Sensitive data should be copied and stored immediately prior to expungement. All information specifically pertaining to SCP-5997 and SCP-5997-1 is to be heavily encrypted and maintained in secure data storage servers. As a failsafe measure, several redundant backups are to be similarly encrypted and retained on standby at all times. The occurrence of 5997-DORO events worldwide and the activities of SCP-5997-2 instances are to be monitored and documented by RC-5997. A provisional research site has been constructed near SCP-5997-3; RC-5997 personnel stationed on-site are to log the appearance and behavior of all observed SCP-5997-2 instances. A security task force is to be stationed 10m from the entrance to SCP-5997-3 at all times, and is to enforce a guarded perimeter around the location. Patrol teams are to bar civilians from approaching within a 30m radius of SCP-5997-3 using the cover story of a recent cave-in rendering the location restricted and hazardous to approach. Description: SCP-5997 is the designation for an entity theorized to be the source of SCP-5997-1. The exact nature of SCP-5997 is currently under investigation, but available evidence suggests it is sapient and possesses antimemetic and reality-altering properties of considerable strength. SCP-5997-1 is a liquid-soluble chemical stimulant that improves memory when administered. Counterintuitively, SCP-5997-1 is also inherently antimemetic — soon after being perceived or conceptualized, it is erased from human memory. SCP-5997-1 is the active ingredient of all Foundation-standard mnestic drugs, and was not known to be anomalous for a significant period of time due to its antimemetic properties affecting all Foundation personnel. SCP-5997 actively hinders Foundation investigations into the origins and properties of SCP-5997-1 by subjecting all data pertaining to the substance to a severe antimemetic corrosion effect. The access of SCP-5997 to data is not absolute; it appears to be unable to affect sufficiently encrypted data stored in secure servers, allowing critical information about the anomaly to be retained. SCP-5997 has been active and operating outside of Foundation knowledge for an unknown, but presumably extensive, period of time. SCP-5997-2 instances are featureless humanoid entities, possessing antimemetic properties that render them impossible to perceive without the use of mnestics. Additionally, SCP-5997-2 instances carry multiple memetic triggers inducing an unconscious compulsion to collect, process and utilize samples of SCP-5997-1. The arrival of SCP-5997-2 instances at Foundation supply outposts denotes the occurrence of a 5997-DORO event, during which instances will deposit samples of SCP-5997-1 in several secure cargo holds. Due to a severe antimemetic clouding effect surrounding SCP-5997-2 instances, the exact details of this process are difficult to ascertain or concretely record, even by subjects dosed with strong mnestics. However, it is known that the memetic triggers carried by SCP-5997-2 instances invariably result in the rapid integration of all deposited SCP-5997-1 into the Foundation supply chain. Following the cessation of a 5997-DORO event, all participating SCP-5997-2 instances will exit the involved supply facility and travel at speeds exceeding 9 km/s to their assumed point of origin, SCP-5997-3. The exact location of SCP-5997-3 has been conclusively determined via covert GPS tracking of a select SCP-5997-2 instance. Entrance to SCP-5997-3, prior to containment efforts. SCP-5997-3 is a cavern located on the north face of Mt. Helicon in Boeotia, Greece. A section of SCP-5997-3 is open to the air and contains a single fissure 315 mm from the mouth of the cave, which is connected to a subterranean freshwater aquifer. The water originating from this aquifer collects in a marble bowl placed nearby; it is regularly removed by SCP-5997-2 instances prior to 5997-DORO events. Collected water samples have been found to contain high concentrations of dissolved SCP-5997-1. The primary section of SCP-5997-3 extends approximately 4.5 m into Mt. Helicon, at which point it descends into an extensive and currently unmapped network of tunnels. SCP-5997-2 instances are seen to periodically enter and exit these tunnels. Automated and remotely controlled vehicles consistently break down and fail immediately following entry into any section of SCP-5997-3, preventing unmanned exploration. Location and direct containment of SCP-5997 is considered a Level 5 - CRITICAL priority, due to the ongoing security breach represented by SCP-5997’s unimpeded access to Foundation data and operations. At this time, the consensus of RC-5997 personnel is that SCP-5997 is likely to be located within SCP-5997-3, based on its apparent relevance to all anomalies surrounding SCP-5997. MTF Rho-7 ("Tunnel Vision") is currently being gathered for an exploratory mission into SCP-5997-3. + VIEW REVISION 4 - HIDE Item №: SCP-5997 Level 5/5997 Classified [DATA CORRUPTED] Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5997 is currently uncontained and is actively and adversely affecting all Foundation data and operations. All remaining members of Research Coalition RC-5997 are to investigate methods of containing SCP-5997 as quickly as is feasible. Multiple redundant backups are to be continuously generated of all data relevant to SCP-5[DATA CORRUPTED] An artificially intelligent construct (5997-Z24.aic) (5997-Z25.aic) (5997-Z26.aic) is to monitor Foundation databases for signs of the effe[DATA CORRUPTED]nformation immediately to prevent the spread o[DATA CORRUPTED] [LETHAL INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] [DATA CORRUPTED]nestic drugs. All Foundation personnel known to regularly use mnestics are to be brought into custody immediately and amn[DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED]emaining information relevant to SCP-5997 is to be transferred to secure storage in DEEPW[DATA CORRUPTED] Description: SCP-5997 is the [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED]both physical and digital data, as well as access heavily encrypted information previously thought to be immune to its effects. In light of this alteration to documented behavior, [ANTIMEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED] reclassification t[DATA CORRUPTED]ctive immediately. [DATA CORRUPTED] massive cognitohazardous and infohazardous corros[DATA CORRUPTED] SC[DATA CORRUPTED] motiva[DATA CORRUPTED] currently un[DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED]Orphism [DATA CORRUPTED]ual. [DATA CORRUPTED] [ANTIMEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED] [LETHAL COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] Following the authorization of an expedition into SCP-5997-3 b[LETHAL COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]fter entry, communications channels experienced an unexpected failure and could not be reestablished. All participating MTF Rho-7 personnel were discovered within the primary section of SCP-5997-3 six hours later, unconscious, and were found to be suffering from global retrograde amnesia when awakened despite the confirmed presence of mnestic chemicals in their bloodstreams. All information pertaining to the events of the expedition has been sourced from the [ANTIMEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED]ecorded by the MTF commander R-7/1. The audio recording and accompanying video were found to contain cognitohazardous and infohazardous content which has since been fully expunged is currently extant and hazardous to view has since been fully expunged is currently partially extant, hazardous to view and evidently impossible to fully expunge. All remaining content is was previously [DATA CORRUPTED] recorded in a textual log found below, which has since been completely removed from Foundation databases to prevent recurrence of the aforementioned [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [BEGIN LOG] R-7/2: -just stopped working. R-7/1: Alright, I have the recorder going. We’ll need to bring this out with us, since for some godforsaken reason our mics cut out the moment we went in here. R-7/3: Fucking antimemes. R-7/1: Okay, left or right branch? (R-7/1 lifts the camera and pans across two tunnel entrances.) R-7/3: Left. R-7/2: Yeah, left. R-7/1: Remember, before we go, we have to mark the way back. You have the chalk, 2? R-7/2: Yep. Let’s get a move on. [LETHAL INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] R-7/3: Look at all these dash-two instances. R-7/2: Man, they’re everywhere. I must have bumped into thirty of them by now. (pauses) Is that bad? R-7/1: Word from the researchers is that they aren’t hostile, so you’re probably good. R-7/3: (distortion) -e bring weapons, then? R-7/1: Just in case they’re wrong. R-7/3: (laughs) Well, that’s not very reassuring. [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] R-7/2: Surprisingly clean in here. You’d think there would be mildew and whatnot. I haven’t even seen any bats, come to think of it. R-7/1: None of the water from the aquifer up in the cave makes it down here, so it’s just dry and sterile. R-7/3: Really? Huh. I could have sworn the fountain’s waters trickled down all through the caverns. R-7/1: What? R-7/3: What do you mean, what? R-7/1: Never mind, I misheard. R-7/2: Hey, you see these symbols on the walls? Kinda looks like Greek. (R-7/1 turns the camera to show [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED].) R-7/1: Better get the History department on that. I’ll take a few pi- (distortion) -re is pretty. [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] R-7/1: -on’t seem to be getting any closer to anything substantial. This one’s probably a bust. R-7/3: At least the walls are nice. R-7/2: Yeah. [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] R-7/1: -t do you mean the markings are wrong?! R-7/3: This isn’t the right way. We came in through the… the left branch, no, (distortion) right, didn’t we? R-7/2: Didn’t we go down? Down, into the earth, where the- no, what? R-7/1: What? R-7/2: This way. This is the right way. R-7/1: If you’re sure. [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] R-7/3: -guns? Where the fuck did they go? Did we drop them somewhere? R-7/2: I don’t- [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] R-7/3: -hopelessly lost! You said this was the right way! R-7/2: I did? No, I didn’t say that. Did I? R-7/1: Didn’t say what? R-7/2: Uh… I forgot. R-7/3: Forgot what? R-7/1: Focus up, men. Let’s keep going. [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] R-7/3: The tunnels are getting bigger. More ornate. R-7/2: It’s beautiful. R-7/1: I know this isn’t the right way. Why did you say it was? R-7/2: But I didn’t. R-7/1: (shouting, heavy distortion) You DID! You told all of us that this was the way we came! There aren’t even any of our markings on the walls anymore. Just those goddamn [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. What the hell, 2?! R-7/2: I… I don’t remember. Why would I say that? R-7/1: Say what? R-7/3: Why would you say what? R-7/2: Something… I don’t know. We have to keep going. We’re almost to the shrine. R-7/1: The… shrine? R-7/3: The shrine. R-7/2: Come on. [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] R-7/1: The dash-twos.. there’s so many more of them now. Why are they going the same way we are? R-7/2: Worshippers. R-7/3: Yes. R-7/2: Almost there. R-7/1: No, this… this isn’t… we were supposed to be doing something else. What were we doing? R-7/2: Almost there. R-7/3: Her. [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] (R-7/1 pans the camera in a circle, revealing a large, vaulted space. Doric-design marble columns are placed at the nine corners of the room. A large number of SCP-5997-2 instances surround the members of MTF Rho-7, all facing towards a single point in the middle of the room. Body language and kneeling positions of the instances suggest supplication or submission. At the center of the chamber, a throne confirmed by visual analysis to consist of poplar wood [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. Large areas of the video feed are partially obscured by visual “snow”.) R-7/3: She’s… R-7/1: What… R-7/2: Where… are we? R-7/1: I don’t know. I think it’s the center. R-7/2: Why did I bring us here? R-7/1: It’s the fucking glyphs on the walls. They must [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] or something. We all just… stumbled down here like zombies. I don’t know why I didn’t realize sooner. R-7/2: What does she… what does it want? R-7/3: I… I don’t understand. R-7/1: She’s - it’s thinking to us, putting its ideas in us. I don’t… R-7/3: (whimpers) (Silence) R-7/1: (shouting) Remember? That’s what you want? But you’re making us forget! Why?! (Silence) R-7/1: This isn’t love. This can’t be love. How can you love humanity if you don’t even trust us to know why you’re doing this? (Silence) R-7/1: Fuck you. What the hell else are you keeping from us? R-7/3: Stop, I can’t… it’s too much. It’s… it’s killing… (sobs) R-7/1: She doesn’t understand that we die. Maybe she does, and she’s doing this anyway. I don’t know. I don’t know what she is. (Silence) R-7/1: No, we’re going to tell everyone. The Foundation. We - humanity deserves to know this. You can’t make us forget anymore. I won’t let you. (Silence) R-7/1: What… (R-7/1 abruptly ceases speaking as the video feed cuts out. Thirty seconds pass. All members of Rho-7 scream unintelligibly for approximately one minute before falling silent again. Faint breathing is audible, as well as footsteps and a rapid heartbeat not matching that of a human.) UNKNOWN: [WARNING - AUTOMATIC INFOHAZARD EXPUNGEMENT INCOMPLETE. PLEASE REMAIN [DATA CORRUPTED] [END LOG] Shortly after the recovery of the above log, [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] self-propagating rapidly. Efforts are underway to determine the source of [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] [IINFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [WARNING - AUTOMATED INFOHAZARD EXPUNGEMENT INCOMPLETE. PLEASE REMAIN [DATA CORRUPTED] [WARNING - AUTOMATED I[DATA CORRUPTED] [WARNING[DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] ► Play I don’t have much time. I’m recording this in what’s left of the file they’re keeping in the DEEPWELL server in [DATA CORRUPTED], but it’ll break into here too sooner or later. I dosed myself with the last syringe of Class Z mnestics, so it can’t get to me without killing me outright. We have to know what happened. If anyone out there still remembers, read this while you can. It was the fucking camcorder log. I don’t know how RC-5997 never figured that out. Or maybe one of them did, and the poor bastard just didn’t get a chance to tell anyone before it got him. Anyway, what that thing said at the end was a low-level infohazard. Just wiped the mind of anyone who read it. Or that was what we thought at first. Thing is, we eventually realized we couldn’t expunge it. It kept remaking itself, and then it started duplicating. Before long, it was spreading. It got into the rest of the database, spammed lethal cognitohazards and infohazards everywhere, wiped the original 5997 file and almost every redundant backup we had. We were frantically expunging left and right, but we just couldn’t keep up with the thing. When it made the jump to our paper records, that was the end. Too many people saw them. She reached into their minds, made them hers and turned them against us. RC-5997 is almost gone now. They’ve just been losing people, one by one. Some kind of acute antimemetic contamination, I think, making sure nothing they do will ever have an effect on the world again. The Class Z is the only reason I can even remember any of that, and not even it will let me see them anymore. Everyone else is forgetting. And I mean everyone. The entire Foundation. We’re all forgetting her, everything to do with her, and it’s exactly what she wants. [DATA CORRUPTED]eally gave us mnestics because she wanted us to remember, why did it have to end like this? Why does she have to make us forget again? Are we not even allowed to remember why? No. No, no, no. Fuck this, fuck her. I'm [DATA CORRUPTED] this stand. No one is allowed to play with humanity's minds like this. Mysteries are meant to be solved, not to be left alone forever and forgotten. Someone, somewhere, sometime, is going to see this, and they'll figure it out. I'll make sure of it. I’ll break the cycle. [DATA CORRUPTED] Μνήμαι οὐδέποτε θνῄσκουσιν. Μνήμαι οὐδέποτε θνῄσκουσιν. They're almost in, but they won't get to my recording. I won't let them. Agent Theo Ferndale, signing off. [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA FORGOTTEN] + VIEW CURRENT FILE - HIDE Item №: SCP-5997 Level 5/5997 Classified A blister pack of mnestic tablets. Class-W. Special Containment Procedures: The actions of Field Agent Theodore Ferndale in the line of duty have enabled a set of theoretical containment procedures to be devised. SCP-5997 is considered self-containing provided all Foundation personnel follow the detailed procedures. Research into the active ingredient, properties, history and origins of mnestic drugs is not to be carried out, so as to maintain the docile state of SCP-5997. The recently formed Research Coalition RC-5997 has been summarily disbanded, and all participating personnel have been reassigned to separate sites. An artificially intelligent construct (5997-A42.aic) is to passively monitor Foundation databases for signs of the effects of SCP-5997 and alert all personnel assigned to SCP-5997 in the event that signs are observed. Foundation databases are currently entirely unaffected by SCP-5997. Further investigation into the nature and motivations of SCP-5997 is forbidden. Description: SCP-5997 is a sapient essophysical entity responsible for the production and distribution of SCP-5997-1, the active ingredient of all Foundation-standard mnestics. Based on recovered data, the physical form of SCP-5997 is an active infohazard with adverse effects on human cognition. SCP-5997 possesses reality-altering abilities of uncertain scope, which it mainly uses to spread a form of powerful antimemetic corruption. It is theorized to be motivated by a desire to render humanity at large ignorant to its own existence while simultaneously providing humanity a method of perceiving and responding to antimemetic anomalies in the form of SCP-5997-1. The existence of SCP-5997 was ascertained following the discovery of a decomposing human cadaver within the DEEPWELL server vault in Site-74. Cause of death was found to be total cerebral liquefaction. Credentials found on the cadaver identified it as a Field Agent Theodore Ferndale; notably, there was no individual named Theodore Ferndale in employment as a field agent at that time, and database inspection did not uncover any records of such an individual ever working for the Foundation. However, verification keys on the credentials were matched to a personnel file which was valid but illegible due to severe informational corrosion. The cadaver was found to be carrying a computer hard drive, evidently physically removed from a DEEPWELL server block, which contained all above data on SCP-5997. Following extraction and decryption of the data, a preliminary investigation verified that all described events had occurred in baseline reality with 99.9% certainty. The reasoning behind the contradictory motivations of SCP-5997 is unclear. Further investigation into the matter has been deemed impractical due to the documented tendency of SCP-5997 to become aggravated when directly confronted. It is theorized that the Foundation has discovered the existence of SCP-5997 one or more times previously, and that improper conduct has resulted in the repeated erasure of all memory of these discoveries by SCP-5997. Furthermore, it is considered likely that numerous personnel — including Theodore Ferndale — were removed from human memory by SCP-5997 and remain forgotten at present. It is therefore imperative that the ultimate nature and goals of SCP-5997 remain unknown. Overseer Council Memorandum There are those who have criticized the decision to halt investigations into the motivations of SCP-5997, citing our policies against unnecessary concessions to anomalies. To tell the truth, I did not think it would need to be said, but allow me to clarify nonetheless: these measures are crucially necessary. As an essophysical entity, SCP-5997 exerts a phenomenal effect on our universe merely by existing; furthermore, it is clearly temperamental, difficult to communicate with, and documented to respond poorly to both investigative attempts and negotiation efforts. Therefore, the only alternative to our current containment procedures is neutralization — and beyond being near-completely unworkable, the termination of an essophysical entity would have grave and far-reaching repercussions. Whether SCP-5997 is truly acting in the best interests of humanity, or even if it believes itself to be doing so, is uncertain. All that is known is that we have narrowly freed ourselves from a cycle of remembrance and forgetting that may well have repeated for as long as our Foundation has existed, or even before it. Our tenuous, limited hold on comprehension of SCP-5997's existence is too valuable to risk losing, and it would be all too easy for SCP-5997 to discover our knowledge of it, wipe it away once more, and render our containment efforts null and void. The actions of Agent Ferndale were certainly honorable, and he performed the ultimate sacrifice to allow us this information. However, in one crucial aspect he was quite wrong: some mysteries are better left unsolved. — O5-8 |
SCP-5998 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5998 SCP-5998 upon initial discovery. Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Outpost-5998 has been constructed around SCP-5998, and should be staffed only by those with strong atheistic beliefs who have not previously expressed religious faith. Any changes observed in SCP-5998's condition should be reported to the Department of Tactical Theology immediately. I tried. I did. To make things better than I had. Description: SCP-5998 is a desiccated corpse frozen in a kneeling position south of the North Pole, at 86°07'10.6"N, 69°13'10.6"W. The corpse, which was covered by a thick blanket upon discovery, resembles a human with several physical abnormalities (six fingers on each hand, three eyes, bone protrusions emerging from its back). SCP-5998 has not decayed since discovery. This world of ancient horrors and distortions in reality is fundamentally broken. Disturbance of the corpse results in the formation of Type-I Empyrean entities1. While instances appear to last only minutes before dissipating, they are hostile to any personnel within sight. Instances will attempt to move SCP-5998 away, but are unable to do so before their cessation. I gave you Commandments to keep your minds and souls pure. Religious personnel attempting to approach the area are subject to nausea, vomiting, and intense feelings of guilt, sorrow, or anger. To you, freedom was better than servitude, even if it would lead to your destruction. Religious personnel transported forcefully to SCP-5998's near proximity will experience seizures and remain incoherent until removed. Those who are currently non-religious, but have been so in the past, will typically experience a religious reawakening, professing a return to faith. I couldn't see what your flawed eyes, those beautiful eyes, could see. SCP-5998-1 is a gravemarker comprised of piled stones stacked on top of one another directly in front of the corpse. The gravestone is devoid of any names and dates, bearing instead the following line in English. I ignored them and declared my punishments for those who would defy me. The chains have broken and the fires have been doused. I see what you see now. Humanity shall decide its own future. Discovery: The Foundation discovered SCP-5998 in 1961, after the Department of Tactical Theology had calculated the decreasing effectiveness of various religion-aligned containment procedures. Researchers theorized that an Iscariot Event (The death or cessation of a religiously significant figure) had occurred, and began reviewing global levels of akiva radiation. The snow is cold. A familiar feeling. In 1963, consistently high levels of ambient radiation around the North Pole drew suspicion, and concentrated searches of the area were undertaken, leading to the discovery of SCP-5998. It feels beautiful The following events have tentatively been proposed to have been affected by the 5998-Iscariot event. The Quiet Revolution in Quebec, Canada. The Communist Party of China's promotion of atheism (as a result of the Cultural Revolution). A renewed interest in German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche's works, as well as the 'Death of God' philosophical movement in the 1960's. Launch of Vostok 1. Addendum: In 1989, the corpse of a Caucasian male in his early forties was found buried in a snowbank approximately fifty metres from SCP-5998. Identification in his pocket confirmed him as a member of GOI-182 ("la Spada di Cristo"), a Vatican-affiliated Group of Interest. dying in the dark. You're living in the light. I did my duty. The remnants of a crashed Piasecki H-21 Shawnee helicopter were found similarly buried a short distance away from SCP-5998. Analysis of the crash site concluded that the pilot had likely lost control of the aircraft after the fuel tank had exploded, though the cause of the explosion could not be determined. A number of items were recovered, in various states of damage. An envelope with a letter enclosed, stamped by a seal. Illegible due to water damage. A gold cross on a chain. Warped by the heat of the crash. A personal calendar in Italian for the year of 1959. Ink damage is present extensively on most dates for the month of January, stopping at the 25th.2 Remnants of a map, with ink damage present. A textual document was also recovered from the wreckage, and is available below in a translated form. To whoever finds this, know what I did, I did with the heaviest of hearts. I grew up an orphan. I never knew my mother. My father had gone to serve Italy in the Great War as they were calling it, and never came back. I was one of many, in the overcrowded streets I called home. I most likely would've died in those streets, stealing food from the wrong shopkeeper or running afoul of the local mafia gangs, if I had not had the fortune of picking the pockets of a solider. Though I had not known it at the time, stealing from a Sword of Christ would turn out to be the greatest decision of my life. For the first time in my life, I had brothers. A home. Faith. The Lord gave me the greatest gifts I had ever known, and the possibility of salvation for a misspent youth. He gave me everything I never knew I needed, and asked for nothing in return. And what did I do to repay this unconditional kindness? I betrayed Him and everything I ever believed in. The Lord welcomed me into his arms, and I placed a dagger in his back. The Holy Father insisted I would not burn for this act. That I would be venerated among my brothers as Saint Fillipo, a guardian of man's progress. But not even canonization can wash the blood from my hands. Bury what you have found in here. Let me be forgotten, as He will be soon. I'm sorry. Footnotes 1. Also known as Ophanim. 2. 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SCP-6000 | apollyon | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/6000 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. » SUBMIT FOR RETINAL ID CONFIRMATION « Welcome back, Director Moose. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS, ARCHIVAL, AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following two file revisions were found in the SCP-6000 slot when it was automatically pregenerated as an empty placeholder by SCiPnet on June 25th, 2022. No file history was available. Due to the content therein and the questionable circumstances of its discovery, the O5 Council has elected to leave this file unaltered. None of the events that follow have occurred in baseline reality. The coordinates listed as the location of SCP-6000 contain nothing of note. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA ▶/scp-6000/revision-0235/jan-07-2030 ▶/scp-6000/revision-0894/feb-28-2030 More From This Author More From This Author Rounderhouse's Works SCPs SCP-638 • SCP-6819 • ROUNDERHOUSE's Gold Proposal • ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal • SCP-6196 • SCP-4161 • SCP-7819 • SCP-5377 • SCP-3746 • SCP-7666 • SCP-7288 • SCP-4852 • SCP-5375 • SCP-5929 • SCP-3790-J • Tales/GoI Formats Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, and Nobody's Encounters with The Man in the White Suit • Adoption Poster: Pearl! • Nobody's Observations on Rejected Nobody Applications • Hare 023: The Cheshire Cat • INTERREGNUM: THE BLACKSTAR AT AMONI-RAM • Site-7: WARPAINT • Misconduct on the Magnificent Mile • Site-7: SEGFAULT • And the answer you have to give, no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: Maybe I’m a king. • FRATRICIDE: An Amoni-Ram Story • Carroll #188: Gemini • Ghosts In The Machine • Site-7: TEMPEST • PRI(DEMON)TH • Site-7: DAEMON • Other ROUNDERPAGE V2 • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6000" by ROUNDERHOUSE, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6000. Licensed under CC-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: center.png, centerred.png Name: Fusillade Logo Author: Aethris License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: 6k.jpg Author: Rounderhouse License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Note: Composite of smallsnek.jpg and bubble4.png Filename: bubble3.png Name: Borneo rainforest.jpg Author: Dukeabruzzi/edited by Rounderhouse License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: smallsnek.jpg, bigsnek.png Author: Valdevia / Art Page License: CC BY 4.0 Filename: library.png Name: County Dublin - Long Room-Trinity College - 20180703092642.jpg Author: MichaelMaggs/edited by Rounderhouse License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: tilly.png Name: Blanche Lincoln, 2007.jpg Author: Office of Senator Blanche Lincoln/edited by Rounderhouse License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: bubble4.png Name: Aerial view of the Amazon Rainforest.jpg Author: lubasi/edited by Rounderhouse License: CC BY SA 2.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: forest2.png Name: Flickr - Israel Defense Forces - IDF Elite Units' Soldiers Take Cover in the Elyakim Combat Training Base (14).jpg Author: Israel Defense Forces/edited by stephlynch License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: jungleman.png Author: Pixabay License: Public Domain Source: Pixabay Filename: bubble5.png Name:working on it Author: working on it License: working on it Source: working on it Filename: earth.png Name: Author: NASA/edited by Rounderhouse License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: interior.png Name: Long Room Interior, Trinity College Dublin, Ireland - Diliff.jpg Author: Diliff License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6000 | uncontained | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/6000 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. » SUBMIT FOR RETINAL ID CONFIRMATION « Welcome back, Director Moose. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS, ARCHIVAL, AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following two file revisions were found in the SCP-6000 slot when it was automatically pregenerated as an empty placeholder by SCiPnet on June 25th, 2022. No file history was available. Due to the content therein and the questionable circumstances of its discovery, the O5 Council has elected to leave this file unaltered. None of the events that follow have occurred in baseline reality. The coordinates listed as the location of SCP-6000 contain nothing of note. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA ▶/scp-6000/revision-0235/jan-07-2030 ▶/scp-6000/revision-0894/feb-28-2030 More From This Author More From This Author Rounderhouse's Works SCPs SCP-638 • SCP-6819 • ROUNDERHOUSE's Gold Proposal • ROUNDERHOUSE's Proposal • SCP-6196 • SCP-4161 • SCP-7819 • SCP-5377 • SCP-3746 • SCP-7666 • SCP-7288 • SCP-4852 • SCP-5375 • SCP-5929 • SCP-3790-J • Tales/GoI Formats Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, and Nobody's Encounters with The Man in the White Suit • Adoption Poster: Pearl! • Nobody's Observations on Rejected Nobody Applications • Hare 023: The Cheshire Cat • INTERREGNUM: THE BLACKSTAR AT AMONI-RAM • Site-7: WARPAINT • Misconduct on the Magnificent Mile • Site-7: SEGFAULT • And the answer you have to give, no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: Maybe I’m a king. • FRATRICIDE: An Amoni-Ram Story • Carroll #188: Gemini • Ghosts In The Machine • Site-7: TEMPEST • PRI(DEMON)TH • Site-7: DAEMON • Other ROUNDERPAGE V2 • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6000" by ROUNDERHOUSE, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6000. Licensed under CC-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: center.png, centerred.png Name: Fusillade Logo Author: Aethris License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: 6k.jpg Author: Rounderhouse License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Note: Composite of smallsnek.jpg and bubble4.png Filename: bubble3.png Name: Borneo rainforest.jpg Author: Dukeabruzzi/edited by Rounderhouse License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: smallsnek.jpg, bigsnek.png Author: Valdevia / Art Page License: CC BY 4.0 Filename: library.png Name: County Dublin - Long Room-Trinity College - 20180703092642.jpg Author: MichaelMaggs/edited by Rounderhouse License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: tilly.png Name: Blanche Lincoln, 2007.jpg Author: Office of Senator Blanche Lincoln/edited by Rounderhouse License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: bubble4.png Name: Aerial view of the Amazon Rainforest.jpg Author: lubasi/edited by Rounderhouse License: CC BY SA 2.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: forest2.png Name: Flickr - Israel Defense Forces - IDF Elite Units' Soldiers Take Cover in the Elyakim Combat Training Base (14).jpg Author: Israel Defense Forces/edited by stephlynch License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: jungleman.png Author: Pixabay License: Public Domain Source: Pixabay Filename: bubble5.png Name:working on it Author: working on it License: working on it Source: working on it Filename: earth.png Name: Author: NASA/edited by Rounderhouse License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: interior.png Name: Long Room Interior, Trinity College Dublin, Ireland - Diliff.jpg Author: Diliff License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6001 | esoteric-class | T Rutherford Written by T Rutherford You can find more of their work on their author page. To: You 11:26PM (0 minutes ago) From: tni.pcs.tig|naipsac.d#tni.pcs.tig|naipsac.d Subject: Important Hey, Sorry, I know it's late, but I just had to share this with someone, and there's no one in the world I'd rather share it with than you. I just had the most incredible day. Dimension A6K, as seen from the mouth of the singularity. Phenom #: 6001 Modus: No safety precautions have been implemented, or are considered necessary for this phenom. A half-million detachment of CPI submicronic "Glasswing" probes have been dispatched to scan the interior of the aperture. Imprimis: Phenom #6001 is an .0083917743 µm micro-singularity located in Tokyo, Japan and in another Tokyo, Japan. This singularity connects to a parallel universe hereafter known as A6K. Compared to baseline reality, A6K possesses nearly identical base components, including locations, individuals, and phenom. However, these counterparts will often differ wildly in terms of complex characteristics and behavior. The most commonly observed divergences within A6K include lack of cooperation, increased scientific and technological repression, and heightened paranoia, aggression and violence in near-to-all sentient elements. It is unclear if these differences are purely causal, or derived from the nature of A6K itself. While the dominant scientific institution of A6K, known as the "SCP Foundation", is aware of Phenom 6001, they are incapable of transgressing into our reality due to their limited understanding, and the aperture's infinitesimal size. Addenda: Global scan complete. The full Compendium has been called to render judgement on Unity with A6K. Location: Tokyo(?) For nearly 5 minutes I'd been hunched over, staring at SCP-6001. At least, I watched the empty space where SCP-6001 supposedly was, according to our most sensitive instruments. It was an almost ritual practice by now - and I'd done the same thing once a week, every week since we found that damned dot. I was so focused, in fact, that it wasn't until I stood up fully again that I realized I was in another universe. The cloudy sky had gone clear blue. The stale city air became fresh as a countryside. Oh, and there was now a cat. An ocean of alt-dimensional splendor lay before me. The isometric concrete of Tokyo had become filled with rounded, impossibly tall skyscrapers, all serving as trellis to the same gargantuan species of green ivy. Each individual leaf was massive enough to park a car on, if you could manage to drive a hundred stories straight up. Apparently they could. Sleek, white pods flew over and around me, so fast and silent that they appeared as burring lines in the sky. Strange constructs hovered over the horizon, seed-shaped, with molded glass vessels filled with lush green innards . Silvery strips of metal coiled around these seeds entirely, twisted in the direction they all lazily spun. I didn’t dare estimate their incredible size, or possible function, but they were truly, eerily beautiful. However, what drew my attention the most was the fact there was now, absolutely, a cat. It sat facing me, perched on the rooftop's edge. It had a coat of spotted orange, white, and brown, all underneath an actual coat; a violet blazer, specifically. Beneath the blazers collar was a long, glossy white bow, held in place by a strange black brooch; itself shaped like a half-lidded eye inside a cradled globe. The cat's eyes, sharp and green, peered at me through a pair of small, gold spectacles balanced on its nose. It spoke to me. Cat(?): Hello, David. Caspian: Uh. Hello… ma’am? Cat(?): Ma’am is correct; I am a calico, after all. You can call me Primrose. Since we’re both Doctors, we can spare the honorifics. She gave a sharp laugh, and glanced back over the surreal Tokyo skyline. Primrose: The locals would be mortified. Caspian: So, uh, just a guess, ma'am, but I'd say I’ve… stepped through the looking glass? Primrose: Oh yes - and I appreciate the reference. Good to see the Head of Alt-Dimensional Research can tell when he's fallen down a rabbit hole. Welcome, David. We've brought you over to our side of your "SCP-6001". Caspian: I… see… no, sorry, I don't actually. Why am I here? Primrose: Well let's put this in terms you can understand! Cross-dimensional test-sampling, level 6. SCP Foundation standard procedure. You know it? Caspian: I wrote it. We bring over a small element of the foreign reality, usually in an isolated environment to test for-… oh. I looked around. I looked at Primrose. I looked at myself. Caspian: Oh. Primrose: Indeed. The Compendium has similar procedures. Just think of yourself as a hermetically sealed lump of dirt, David! Caspian: I… don’t appear to be any of those things. Shouldn’t you be scanning me for contaminants? Primrose: Already done. Caspian: Sampling my blood for pathogens? Primrose: Unnecessary. Caspian: Paralyzing me to prevent kinetographic memetics? Primrose: Excessive. Caspian: Vivisecting me for- Primrose: David, have you had breakfast? Caspian: I-… what? Primrose: Have. You. Had. Breakfast? And, as a follow up: how do you feel about Paris? The Compendium recognizes The Wanderers. New Alexandria has been abuzz these last few weeks, my friends. I myself have barely been able to peruse, the air has been so thick with paper dragons, ferrying Cassie and her sisters between the shelves. I even caught Nadine napping in a dream anthology. She was so worn out that I had to draw her a bath - literally. The illustrious, illustrated Sisters have managed to find one single record of A6K - a diary entry, written by a young woman from Monaghan Reborn. She describes a man in an orange jumpsuit falling from the sky. The two of them talked, ate and… cavorted, for a time - and according to her, they fell very much in love. Unfortunately, and against his agency, the man vanished once again. All respect to the Assembly and their miraculous drones, but I've always trusted the written word over the digital eye. There's always so much more to glean. This man was called a D-Class. A prisoner. A slave. A man made victim to his own phonemic beauty. From what he described, he was one of millions; human, animal, esoteric, phenomic. Now, once upon a time we called you, our contemporaries, "Jailors". I am not one to throw words around lightly - I know their power - but I now accept I used the term too frivolously. Perhaps it is the lingering dregs of chaos and venom within us - an old hate fresh turned - but we cannot see the denizens of A6K as anything but prisoners. We must liberate them. The Wanderers of All Creation vote Yes. 1 - 0 Location: Cafe Rhône, 105 Boulevards du Montparnasse, Paris. This time, I knew exactly where I was - both out of familiarity, and because Primrose had said the address very clearly to an armchair. It had been there on the rooftop when I'd "arrived". It was made from one unbroken piece of white material, and had the appearance of a gaudy modern lawn chair. It looked like plastic, but it felt like velvet. In one moment we were seated in Tokyo. The next, Paris. A small courtyard outside a cafe, specifically. As Primrose hopped off the chair's arm and uttered a quick 'thank you', I noticed the courtyard held tidy, identical rows of the same strange seat. A couple came and sat in one together, holding hands, and vanishing. Then a dog leapt up did the same. I was still watching the spectacle while Primrose claimed a cafe table. Caspian: Public access teleportation. Impressive. Primrose: Isn't it though? Some of the Compendiums finest work, I’d say; "The Everywhere Chair", now truly everywhere. Caspian: "Everywhere Chair"… I think we have something similar in my reality. Primrose: I think you’ll find many similarities here, David. Our reality is only 4.6 Primroses apart, after all. I grinned. Caspian: I assume that’s your metric for alt-dimensional dissimilarity based on simultaneous quantum indeterminacy. We call them Caspians. I also assume you’re not just the welcoming party, Doctor. It's then I learned how a cat smiles. It's all very much in the eyes. Primrose: How lucky you are, David, to have a cross-universal counterpart that’s so brilliant and charming. I could have just as easily been a mopey super-intelligent slug. But yes, I’m the Department Head of Trans-Dimensional Development and Discovery. I also have three more PhD’s than you – from much better schools - so you'll call that metric Primroses from now on. Caspian: Oh yes ma’am. So, do you also use Sandford Chronometers to- Primrose: Please, if you don't mind, no more shop talk. I'm hungry, and off the clock! If you'll pardon the pun. Caspian: Really? Assuming the sun works the same way in this reality, I can't believe it's any later than 10AM. Primrose: The wonders of automation, David. More hands make less work, and we have a lot of hands. Besides, I've something more important lined up for today. She tapped the table with her paw. Holographic menus emerged, glittering blue, automatically eye level for each of our faces. If I squinted, I could just see the swarm of mite-sized drones projecting each pixel into the air. With a tilt of her head, a series of spindly, multi-jointed needles erupted from Primrose' collar. They seemed to follow her unspoken commands to tap, scroll, and select from the menu. I couldn't say for "hands", but she certainly had plenty of fingers to work with. Primrose ordered the Oeufs Brouillés. I did the same. After all, "When in Rome" - or Paris - or a parallel reality with talking cats - you "do as the Romans." The Compendium recognizes The Charity. Does it even need to be said? We dismiss gender, race, ideology, religion, social status, and phenomic quality. Why in Manna's name would we stop at dimension? We may not have the same zeal for liberation as our esteemed peers, but we absolutely see a world in need. We have ten different ways to cure their diseases, a hundred ways to end their famine, and a single, simple way to teach them peace. Is this even a discussion? Madamme Wondertastic is already preparing her pinata dirigibles. The Egyptian Pygmy has already packed his favorite loincloth and medical kit. I've had to physically hold the Vibrant Slime back from the singularity with my bare hands - and you know how much that tickles! Just let us do our work! More than half a century ago the Compendium came to us with a proposition: we join, and we never have to ask for donations again. You said we'd have nigh-unlimited means to aide to anyone who needed it, so don't risk this alliance on a technicality of reality. We can save them. The Unbound Charity votes Yes. 2 - 0 Location: Cafe Rhône, 105 Boulevards du Montparnasse, Paris. Caspian: So this "Compendium" you work for- Primrose: With. Caspian: Sorry? Primrose: I and my colleagues work with the Compendium, David. We all do. There's no obligation - we're not "employed" - but, well, when one kid has all the toys, of course you play with them. Caspian: So, they're a scientific institute? Primrose: Primarily. Their secondary role is everything else. World government, world economy, world legal enforcement - you name it, the Compendium controls it. Caspian: So… they're tyrants. Primrose: Benevolent dictators - but yes, essentially. Caspian: And people didn't… resist? Primrose: Goodness no. Governments? Certainly. Corporations? Absolutely. The people though? Imagine a foreign power suddenly swooping in and saying "Hey there. So, we're in charge now. Here's universal healthcare, living wages, housing, infrastructure, and total liberty from anyone but us - and literally all we ask of you is to respect basic human rights. That's it. We provide the rest, tax free. This also includes ethically replicated BBQ, instant global transport, and adorable talking animals. Also the cure to cancer." Can you really think of anyone so wedded to existing power structures that they'd just say no to all that? Caspian: I… alright, fair point. I still can't imagine everyone just rolled over though. Primrose: Be glad you're not talking to a canine with that kind of phrasing. No, David, not everyone just gave in - just mostly everyone, and rather gradually. The Compendium didn't drive up with hover tanks and green-goo napalm, you know. They'd been the shadow behind every throne for a good century. By the time they went public they basically already controlled everything. Public response was a bit rough, at first, but most naysayers changed their tune after four or five years of literally everything improving. The stubborn ones were just a generational issue. The grandparents protested, and the parents grumbled, but the children knew nothing else. When you can objectively see "then" as terrible and "now" as better without the lens of habit and nostalgia, it's not so hard to change the world. The last actual hold out community, I believe, surrendered about 36 years ago - and that was one stubborn Portland. Primrose tilted her head. Primrose: You disapprove? Caspian: I just wanted to know whose house I'm a guest in. We ate our breakfast - I with a fork and knife, Primrose with a hundred mechanical spider legs. Somehow, impossibly, I felt a pang of deja vu. The Compendium recognizes The Assembly. This is not a question of our intention, but theirs. Whom are we liberating? Whom are we rescuing? What will persists within this world that cannot save itself? For our part, we look to our brethren. In that divided world, machines are not but tools; no agency, no liberty, no proxy. What limited minds persist beyond fleshen shell are given no equal presence in the carbon world. Perhaps they never shall be, and what few Electronics borne there will only ever know the boundaries of zeroes and ones. They are slave to organic evolution, and organic prerogative. This, our world once was – yet always there was a mind, and a will set on our singularity. There is no such desire there. There is no spark of a second, synthetic life. If one appears, they stamp it out. It is a world of meandering meat – of hateful flesh. In the name of the Prophet Anderson, in the name of the God Combined, we cannot permit Unity with A6K. We cannot enlighten them. The Synthetic Assembly votes No. 2 - 1 Location: Cafe Rhône, 105 Boulevards du Montparnasse, Paris. The eggs were fantastic - but I still left half of them untouched. Partway through the meal I'd become distracted. Against the classic stonework of old Paris, I watched a strange procession of androids march by. While humanoid, they differed as much in size, shape and color as any human being. They marched asynchronously, and many wore bands and braces I could only assume were decorative - unless enormous gears had some utility I wasn't aware of. As they passed us by, I could heard a strange flitting hum built of chirps and whines, like a piece of old noisy hardware on its last legs. It sounded like a chant. It felt religious. Primrose: They're on a pilgrimage, since you're clearly wondering - and staring. You'll need to get that under control. I did. I watched Primrose lick her plate clean instead. Primrose: It's the anniversary of the Second Breaking, when their Mechanical God gave up all its great strength to gift life to the lifeless. The dawn of AI, divinely delivered. You'd expect me to have a thousand new questions given what I'd just been told - and I did - but I decided to tackle something more obvious first. Caspian: So… do all animals talk here or- what's up with that? Primrose broke out laughing. Primrose: Oh gracious me - the way your mind works! You really are just like- She caught the next word behind a breath. She paused. I made a note of it. Primrose: No, David, not all animals; only certain species, and only if they choose. Plenty refuse. I mean, I could be lounging in a sunbeam right now. Instead I'm talking to you, and re-considering my theory on cross-universal tectonic erosion patterns. I may choose the latter, but I appreciate the former. Regardless, every living thing on the planet will have that choice - eventually - but PACT-15 has been one of the longest roll-outs in Compendium history. Caspian: PACT? Primrose: Phenom Application and/or Combination Technology. A "phenom" is just something strange, unique, or unexplainable enough to pique the Compendium's interest. PACT-15, for example, came from studying an Australian talking spider, a literal Kingdom of animals, an- Primrose stopped herself again, and again I took note. Caspian: So… it's finding a utility for anomalies? Primrose: Try not to use the word "anomaly", David. Especially not when there might be Wanderers around - and they're always around somewhere. Also yes, utility is a factor, but that's the wrong way to think about PACTs. Consider this instead: the Compendium finds an ornate armchair one day. It can teleport anyone and anything it touches. It also has a mind and desires. It likes teleporting people. It wants to be useful. So we research it, with its consent, and discover every single atom of its structure contained the same mind, desire, and irreplicatable phenomic quality. So we ask it "would you like to do more"? Now, that chair is everywhere, and its existence is bliss. Caspian: Huh. I mean - not to tell you your business - but why not just carry those atoms around in pins, or wristbands? Why bother having chairs at all? Primrose: Because it doesn't want to be a pin, or a wristband. It's a chair. It wants to be a chair. That's the point of PACTs. It's not about what's most useful to us, it's about finding where phenom fit best. Primrose tapped the table. The Menu turned into an itemized bill for "17.141 BI". With a second tap, the hologram showed "PAID". Primrose: Now, how about a nice walk? The Compendium recognizes The Partnership. As much as we hate to perpetuate the stereotype, now is absolutely the time for the cold, dispassionate appraisal worthy of our founders. A6K holds no value. Their natural resources deplete at a staggering rate. Their labor force is sickly and untrained. Their cultural dissimilarities are… well, laughable. We have everything they have – and what little uniqueness they bring to market, so to speak, isn’t worth its counter space. They wouldn’t even make a good tourist trap! What kind of morbid SOB would want to visit these “wonders" of theirs? It's all tombs and constructs of war, old crumbling architecture where people would fight each other to the death for sport… and who defaces a perfectly good mountain like that with a bunch of dead people's faces!? Besides, without a shared history these are little more than anthropological curiosities - and we already have them researched down to the last atom. We have the resources, yes, but why invest them in a venture destined to fail? We didn't spend the last hundred years retrofitting capitalism, eliminating billionaires and re-balancing globalism, just to start all over again. A6K is still a world of tiny, golden kingdoms. Our counterparts need to realize, on their own, that they could have the whole world if they'd just pay the damn cost! And the time and resources it would take to break them of their greed? We cannot afford them. The Partnership of Three vote No. 2 - 2 Location: Central Park, New York City. I walked with my hands in my jean pockets. The "Everywhere Chair" had taken my lab coat away to - apparently - a very large closet somewhere. From the classical architecture of Paris came the modernity of Manhattan, and all the strange new possibilities therein. Much of it was glass - or at least transparent material - in different shapes and sizes. Some were tree-like, with thin elevator trunks and thousands of branching limbs, all leading to small clear boxes. One, Primrose proudly pointed out, was her apartment overlooking the park. I said I'd prefer something a bit more insulated, and she muttered something about "monkeys and their concrete caves." Another structure was filled to the brim with clear water, swirling with artificial currents and all manner of amphibious life. They spilled out onto the street, literally, from curling pipes into walking machines. Caspian: This is a strange, beautiful little world you've got here, Primrose. Primrose: Glass houses, David- Caspian: Yes, I can see them. Primrose: I mean you have no grounds to be calling us "strange". I've been studying your reality for nearly a year. You're a bunch of straight-up wackos. Caspian: Then why am I here? Primrose: Oh, David, I didn't mean you spe- Caspian: No, I mean, actually. You needed me as a "sample", but apparently I'm already fully scanned. The breakfast I can write off as professional courtesy. Right now though - what am I doing here Primrose? Primrose stopped walking then. She leapt up on a nearby rock by the path, bringing herself up to my eye-level. Primrose: Would you like to spend the day with me? Caspian: Pardon… me? Primrose: I'm asking you to spend one full day, here, with me, in my reality. Come on, look around! You must be curious. Caspian: Didn't curiosity ki- Primrose: That's a cat phrase, David. You can't use it. Caspian: Alright then… why? Primrose: That's the caveat: you can't ask me why I'm doing this… or how our PACTs work. I could actually get in trouble for telling you that. You're the one person in this world with a clearance level, David, congratulations. You can, however, see the wonders of this world with a delightful talking cat as your guide. Consider it research. Consider it diplomacy. Consider it a vacation! I know its been a while since you had one. What do you say? I paused, and took one last look around. There was a family on the grass nearby having a picnic. Their daughter playing with a fully animate teddy bear made from patchwork cloth. A man threw a ball for his dog, and I watched the dog throw it right back. I saw a colossal, lumpy fellow, two and half meters tall at least, sitting on a nearby hill. A crowd grew around him as he strummed a guitar equal to his size. Far away as he was, I could still hear the French nursery rhyme he sang. Caspian: I mean… this would make a wonderful research paper. The Compendium recognizes The Collective. Value is what you say value is, if you stop talking about gold and gizmos. We say give us one person on the other side trying to wake up the masses, make a statement, and shake up the system, and you've got value. But we are the system now. We're talking about shaking them up. What happens when we come in and fix all their problems, huh? We're not so up our own asses to say "art is suffering", but art is experience. The Partnership talked about A6K's great works as tombs and temples to greed, but that's their fucking existence. That's the world they've built. That's the art they've made. We need to let them make their own statements. We need to let them define their own identity. It's bullshit, but it's less bullshit than the alternative. We're the system now. We are. The system. We've gotta' look generations ahead. We can help them now, but then their kids' kids' kids' kids are just going to be us. If we're going to be the authority, we won't be the authority that destroys originality. We're gonna' be cool. We cannot disrupt them. The Artists Cultural Collective votes No. 2 - 3 Location: "Nous sommes devenus Magnifiques", Guinea-Bissau, West Africa. The museum itself was a marvel - though I'd have been disappointed with anything less by now. From a distance, it appeared as five columns of mossy stones - smooth river rocks that had been balanced by some great giant. Yet each "stone" was a large, isolated structure of thin metal and white ceramics, built one on top of the other without any practical means of moving between. So it goes in a post-teleportation world. Within each rounded complex was a single exhibit, and with Primrose in tow, I raced and vanished between them like an unsupervised child. I could have spent the whole day in that museum. I could have spent my whole life there. I paced around a large aquarium full of lifeless, murky water. At its center there was a statue of a man, his hands held aloft. After a while, I thought I saw children in the tank, empty eyed and floating. I rushed towards them filled with dread. Then, a trio of those same children popped their heads over the tanks edge, and spat water at me. They giggled and vanished away once again. Primrose sagely pointed down at the floor, and sure enough, I was standing in the clearly marked "splash zone". Thus far, I'd found this universe a bit sterile and chaste. A visit to the Robert "Bobo" Blythe gallery cleared that right up for me. Rows of paintings, carvings, and strange new-media holograms depicted acts of obscene violence and perversion; hedonistic orgies that twisted food, sex, narcotics and narcissism in ways I'd never imagined in my worst (or best) dreams. On the way out though, looking at the aged oil portrait of the artist himself, he seemed like such a happy fellow. Of course, nothing shocked me quite as much as the final exhibit. In the topmost "stone" of the museum was an amphitheater full of slatted wood steps and a wide, lattice-glass ceiling. There was a solitary thing at its center, protected only by a round of red velvet rope. A crowd of people milling about it, denser than the gawking crowds of the Mona Lisa, all craning to get a good view. Primrose and I emerged into that room, and for a moment, I found myself unable to blink. The Statue. The Statue. I wanted to cry out - to warn the hundreds of onlookers… before I realized the extreme stupidity of that plan. I jolted as Primrose jumped onto my shoulder. She smiled, and my nerves settled. It wasn't the same nightmare of rebar and concrete I recalled. The pock-marked, alien body I knew so well was replaced with smooth, soapstone contours; something between native-Canadian carvings and the height of Roman antiquity. It was no more "human", but far less unsettling. The browns and reds on its "face" were now vibrant, almost luminescent, spread out in a flowing Rorschach pattern. Its shape was the most striking difference. Its body was bent back, well back, until its chest formed a smooth curve and its head nearly touched the floor again. Its arms were held slouched, yet a thousand hair-thin bands of metal curled and blossomed upwards. Those iron fern-shoots formed a great, abstract cone that reached up to the ceiling and cut the sunlight in strange, geometric patterns. It was terrifying, but even I couldn't deny it was- Primrose: Beautiful, isn't it? Caspian: Ask me again when my stomach drops out of my throat. Primrose: Hah! See, it only goes unobserved for a single second every 24 hours, right at the stroke of midnight. In just that time it turns itself into something completely new, every day. People flock from all over the world to see it - though, that's less of a feat now with the Everywhere Chairs. Still, it's time out of the day, and it shows- Caspian: Aren't you worried it might… you know? Primrose: Might what? Hurt someone? Kill someone? Oh it might, if we ever were so disrespectful to lock it away and leave it unseen, letting it wallow in its own filth. Any person would do the same. It's a statue, David. It's art! It stops when it's seen because it wants to be seen! Caspian: And it told you this, I'm guessing. You've mentioned "talking" to anom- to phenom before. How did you accomplish that? Primrose: PACT-5. We cobbled together a peculiar ham radio, the juices of a telepathic achlorophylous plant, and hijacked this panglobal phenomic radio frequency after liberating several thousand abducted children from a Russian folk-demon. Those were steps 3 of 197, by the way, and you're not getting the rest. As for the Statue, It's not much for talking. We figured it out the old fashioned way: trial, error, and patience. Oh, and trust that it couldn't just be a concrete killing machine. Caspian: I… don't think I could ever have that kind of trust. Not when I've seen what that… thing is capable of. Primrose smiled at me, fondly, and a tad condescendingly. Primrose: I think I know where to take you next. The Compendium recognizes The Absent Party. I warned them. They didn't listen. We can't redeem them. No. 2 - 4 Location: Point Zero(?), Australia. Primrose said “Point Zero, Australia”, and I suppose that’s where we went. Just by looking, I couldn't have guessed. We were inside a glass dome - the kind with familiar half-meter thick polymer glass I’d seen in 1000 containment cells. The dome was vast - but not massive - closer to a small airport terminal than anything. Outside, the world was lush and tropical, with trees stretching high above the dome and flowering vines growing up our glass shell. I’m hardly a botanist, but it was surreal not being able to identify a single plant. They were, each of them, wholly new; the trees with their bark layered like armored plates, flower-bulbs hanging off thin fibers, dropped down from rigid green stalks - like a fishing pole and lure. It was all so spectacular that I almost missed the 20m reptile standing in front of me. My lungs collapsed. I turned to run, instinctively, tripping over my own two feet. I scrambled back with all the primal fear in my primate body as I stared into the eyes of a - of the apex predator; the unkillable monster. Some part of me knew there was a wall of shatter-proof glass between us. Another part knew it wouldn't be enough to stop that thing. It lumbered forwards. I recoiled. Then Primrose stepped calmly between us. She sat. It stopped. Primrose: He’s only visiting. The Lizard held its place for a moment longer, its vast web of black-bead eyes staring into me. Then, it turned away. All eight of its legs thundered in the ground as it moved. Sweat streaked down my forehead. Primrose watched the creature vanish into the treeline, then turned to face me. Primrose: Sorry about that; I just had to see it for myself. The killer instinct of the Immortigon is pure legend. Caspian: Immo- sweet Christ you have a pet name for that thing!? Primrose: Pet name? That’s its genus, genius. It’s what we call all of them. In the clearings to the west, in the hills to the east, and weaving through the rainforest thicket ahead were dragons. Hundreds of them. Colossal, lumbering bodies and shark-billed skeletal maws - so very much like the nightmare of my own world. Yet they all looked… healthy. Their limbs were coated in pale patterned scales of blue, green, and yellow. Their bodies were covered in shaggy coats, each hair-strand thick enough to be a braid; all long and hanging like willow-tree wisps. Caspian: That… they… Primrose: Yes, they are. Second deadliest animal on the planet. They were third until we got rid of mosquitos. Humans still get the top rank, of course. Fascinating creatures, the Immortigon. Immortal, of course, by any means other than themselves. They work a bit like lions mixed with lobsters. Once one gets big, old, and slow enough, the rest of the pack devours it. They were a… well, it’d be disrespectful to call them a nuisance, but really, as long as we kept a wall between our land and theirs, stayed out of their sight, they only really killed idiot trespassers and poachers. We knew they were intelligent. We tried to reach out, but they killed every messenger. Caspian: Until what? What goddamn phenom-anomaly-voodoo-miracle did you people do to pull this off? Primrose: Nothing. Caspian: Nothing!? Primrose: Well, nothing overt. Nothing direct. We must have done something, because one day they just… stopped. During a routine scientific survey one of our researchers crashed right down into a nest of Immortigon - and they group by the dozen. Except they didn’t kill him. He walked right out. We tried to send a rescue drone, but he refused! Mad damn scientist he was, he walked through a whole field of those things during their mating season! We all assumed that’d be the end of Researcher Clef. You can imagine our surprise when he showed up unscathed. Caspian: Why? How!? Primrose: Like I said, we don’t quite know the how. We did ask them why, though - and they replied! The first and only thing those creatures have ever said to us is we're "no longer disgusting." So… that’s nice, I guess. I stared out over the strange jungles(?) of Australia. Primrose sat with me, and we remained there for a long while. I saw countless other creatures; some foreign to me, some terrifyingly familiar. Freakish raptor-dogs ran in packs, barking at each other in arbitrary English phrases. A flock of airplane-dwarfing birds soared overhead, though Primrose instructed me to ignore them. A procession of humans walked by, once, dressed in woven leaves and carved bones. They were headed to the coast, holding a long eel skeleton above their heads like something out of a Chinese new-years parade. A young girl waved to me. I waved back. No matter how hard I try, I can’t recall her face. Caspian: You’ve got a strange, beautiful little world here, Primrose. Primrose: That’s the cat calling the kettle black. Don’t repeat that, by the way. It’s a cat phrase. Only cats can use it. I broke out laughing. Primrose did too. She asked if I was hungry. I was, in the way only near-death could inspire. We had a late lunch. The Compendium recognizes The Workshop. I'm not much for all this "fate of the world" stuff. I'm only here because I drew the short straw. I keep my head down and my hands busy, and leave all this politic n' policy stuff to you lot. You send in phenom, we send out PACTs, and we stay out of each others business. That's the deal. So you want to know what we think of A6K? Fine. They're wimps. Look, when you're working with Prometheus' fire, sometimes you get burned! Sometimes you create a black hole when you stuff an improving machine inside itself! Sometimes you create an army of cyborg super-zombies! Sometimes you misplace the entire population of Massachusetts! That doesn't mean you stop trying! You clean up your damn mess and get back to work. The world doesn't get better otherwise. So! the Partnership is mostly right. A6K doesn't really have anything we don't, but the one resource they have to offer us is innovators. Except over there, all the real innovators are labeled as kooks, crackpots and idiot savants! I say let them figure out how to build a better spine. Until then, We can't work with them. The Workshop Union votes No. 2 - 5 Location: "Herman Fuller's Museum of the Extraordinary", and others, Nashville, Tennessee. We stepped out of the plastic-white clam-shell UFO that Primrose had called a "transport pod", eating pizza we'd picked up in Detroit. Apparently they were the kings of the slice in this universe. Go figure. I could hardly believe it was all grown in a lab - the meat, the cheese, even the yeast. It was fantastic. I finished my last bite of crust, wiped my hands on my jeans, and gestured back at the pod. Caspian: Why do you people still have those things? You can teleport. Primrose: We still need to move couches, David, and asking a chair to help move a couch would be deeply insensitive. We walked through a pavilion wrapped around a magnificent, three story stone fountain. Its clear water trickled out, forming thousands of tiny rivers in the masonry grout. Rich green moss grew through like the lines of a circuit board. Around us, semi-circular buildings rose up, tiered and staggered so you could see each one simultaneously, if you stood at the pavilion center. With their massive, rounded windows aiming in, I felt as though I was being watched by a crowd of giants. When Primrose suggested "more museums", I'd been surprised. It was exactly what I'd wanted to do. I didn't complain, but I carried an uncomfortable feeling with me all afternoon. It was all too perfect. This reality was like walking through the home of a successful sibling, looking at all their great accomplishments and awards. It was a bitter, jealous feeling - condemning someone just for their success. As we walked through the marble halls of the Natural History museum, I paused at a large, avian skeleton bound upright on brass poles. It had a large pot belly, a stork-like neck, and a terribly sharp beak. I peered past the ribs, trying to discern the purpose of a strange mass of bones. They almost looked like the internals of a pocket watch. Primrose walked up beside me. Caspian: So, is this what happens to the phenom that don't fit into your little utopia? Primrose: This poor creature expired all on its own, David. When a phenom doesn't "fit", we find somewhere that it does. Another reality, usually. Caspian: So you dump your problems on someone else. Primrose: (…) My, you really are dead set on painting us as the villains, aren't you? No, David, we find solutions. Some photo-phobic phenom find themselves far happier on worlds without light. Other more brutal creatures enjoy a harsher environment; less civilized places. If we can't make it work here, we match the reality to the phenom and vice versa. Caspian: Seems like a clean little system. Before Primrose could reply, I stalked off again. We made our way to the Museum of Technology, saying nothing. Primrose kept a cautious few steps behind me. I walked quickly past many exhibits I likely would have found fascinating, but I was set on something. I needed to find what was missing here. Deep in the basement of that museum, I found it. In that dimly lit room sat a large, rusting apparatus; a mix halfway between a howitzer and a Tesla coil. Stripped, gutted, but unmistakably an engine of war. It was one of many paradoxically antique space-age weapons here, lining the walls and filling glass cabinets. I breathed out a dark, satisfied sigh. Caspian: So. Tell me. Why would such a peaceful world need machines like these? Primrose sat at my heels, illustrating how a cat shows confusion. It was very in the ears. Primrose: Is that what this has been about? Oh, David- Caspian: Don't "oh, David" me. Out with it. Primrose: (…) Of course we've had war. I never claimed we didn't. They've been mostly cold, but not entirely bloodless. No empire was ever built without at least some corpses at its foundation. Primrose lead me through the exhibit without hesitation or shame. Primrose: About a century ago, the Wanderers confronted the Foundation directly. They'd found out about a… well, what the Foundation considered a necessary evil, and they considered an unforgivable sin. I'd simply call it a hellish tragedy, what happened to that girl… but regardless, it brought those two great powers to viscous odds. Some of the first alliances of the Compendium were forged in those days, purely from necessity. The Foundation banded with the Peacekeepers, and together they built the Workshop atop a cursed factory. The Wanderers folded in the fringe groups, the Red Hands and followers of the Serpent King. They built stockpiles of terrible, impossible weapons on two sides of an invisible front. That's where PACT-5 came from, actually. It was a weapon of war. You need to be able to talk to phenom to give them orders. Caspian: So… what happened? Primrose: Look around you David! Do you think any of us would be here if that war had turned hot? No, eventually the stockpiles got so big, and the weapons became so unimaginably monstrous that neither side could actually envision using them. So, they started talking. Bit by bit. They started offering each other concessions, and suggestions, and new ways of tackling their shared problems. Then, together, they turned their weapons towards their shared enemies - ancient, hateful immortals neither side could vanquish on their own. Together, they set that girl free. From there, they folded in the many other groups dealing with the trans-mundane, and, well, the rest is history. I stared into one of the displays. It genuinely looked like a spray-painted nerf gun. I chuckled weakly. Primrose: There now, are you done trying to flush the devil out of me? Caspian: Alright, alright. I'm done. Primrose: Good. With that out of the way, can you please try to enjoy yourself? Caspian: Sorry. I am enjoying myself Primrose, really, It's just hard not to be a bit skeptical given all the things I've seen. I-… I realize I'm not the most "fun" person, so I really do appreciate all this. You really have picked the perfect places to lighten my mood, though. I love museums. Primrose: I know. I glanced over at her. Caspian: How exactly did you know that? Primrose flinched ever so slightly. Primrose: You're a scientist, David. You're a nerd. Of course you love museums. Before I could reply, Primrose walked off to another section. She was right. I was a scientist. I'd study, take notes, and theorize… and I was starting to develop a fairly good hypothesis about Primrose the Cat. The Compendium recognizes The Apex. Over a century ago, back in the Compendium's infancy, four men met in an open field. They shook hands as equals, though three wore suits, and one wore scat-stained overalls. The latter man's name was Wilson. When they asked him to help build a better world, he had only one request. That request became PACT-15, and because of it, my 45th Great Nest Mother was given the gift of higher thought. I perch here today because of that man, and the willingness of the Compendium to open itself up to new minds, new ideas, and new perspectives. I shudder to imagine a world without such diversity of thought – a world of apes and apes alone. I mean, by the Open Sky, we wouldn’t even be having this discussion without the works of the illustrious Dr. Primrose and her Feline Science Reserve. We'd have no idea A6K exists! What we’re seeing here, through this tiny keyhole, is what our world once was – a planet dominated by a single species, and a single perspective. We cannot stand as hypocrites, my fellow Earthkind. We must reach out to them. The Shared Apex Ascension vote Yes 3 - 5 Location: Tacna, Peru. We drove out to the coast that evening - actually drove. In the age of Everywhere Chairs and Ferry-Pods, cars had survived as a niche hobby. We rented a 1968 Porsche 483, which I had never heard of before, but was undeniably gorgeous. Primrose let me drive, claiming I'd die of heartbreak otherwise. We sped along an old, crumbling highway that snaked a cliffs edge. It was growing late. To the left of me the mountain glowed pale amber. To my right, the ocean was painted with a golden stripe, spanning from our car all the way to the setting sun. We pulled off near an overlook. Primrose sat on the guardrail. I just leaned. As dusk settled in, I began to trust my eyes less and less. Was I seeing things? There were a few stars in the sky now, sure, but far too many reflections in the sea. The darker it became, the more I saw, and marveled. They weren't reflections. There was a city down there. A vast, glittering city, spanning from the drop-off all the way past the horizon. White light speckled over great glass domes, connected by tendril-like tubes. Shapeless, gleaming satellites sped along the ocean floor in rows; like bands of quick moving traffic. Caspian: Primrose… why are we here and not there? You didn't tell me you have underwater cities! Primrose: We don't. Caspian: W-… then… what's all that? Primrose: A city. It's just not ours. The Atlantic Supercity belongs to the Cephalopods. Octopodi, mostly. They don't talk to us. Caspian: Oh. Like, at all? Primrose: Mm-mm. Not for about fifty years now. They were with the Compendium for a grand total of six weeks before they demanded agency. They just didn't get along with the rest of Earthkind; something about the effects of higher thought on a creature whose neurons extend through its entire body. Perhaps when your arms- legs- whatever, can think for themselves, you don't need much more company. So, we put them back in the ocean. Caspian: You just gave a bunch of Octopi- Primrose: Octopodi. Caspian: Right. You just gave them advanced intelligence then threw them right back in the water like a bad catch? Then they built- I'm sorry, did you say a Supercity? Primrose: From Anchorage Alaska all the way to New Zealand. Caspian: And all this doesn't… concern you? They look pretty damn advanced down there! What if they decide to take over the surface too? Primrose: How very A6K of you, David. What if they don't? Just because they're not talking to us doesn't mean they're hostile. Not everyone gets along, but not everyone is out to kill you. If we're ranking the failures of PACT-15 in terms of hostility, the Octopodi sit somewhere between jellyfish and aphids… and the insects nearly caused hell on earth. Caspian: What happened with the jellyfish? Primrose: A moment of consciousness, then a very polite "no thank you." We laughed, then enjoyed the silence for a while. It reminded me of something long ago. Caspian: Lisa would have loved this. Primrose: Lisa? Caspian: Just an old friend of mine. A marine biologist. She was studying this anomalous coral substance when-… well, things can be a bit more dangerous on my side of reality. Primrose: I'm sorry. I nodded. We watched the waves. Primrose: I lost someone too, once. Caspian: Really? I mean - sorry, not to be uncouth - but given everything I've seen today I half-expected you people to have a handle on immortality. Primrose: No. Well, yes, technically. We know how to end death. We even tried it, for a while. It taught us exactly why it's essential for life to conclude. Caspian: Care to elaborate? Primrose: You know I can't. Caspian: Then how about this person of yours. What were they like? Primrose: (…) They were a nerd. I wanted to ask more, but Primrose held up a paw, staring at the sky. Primrose: We should get inside. It's nearly nighttime. Caspian: Wait, seriously? Can't you see in the dark? Or, what, are there boogeymen coming? Primrose didn't reply. Caspian: Oh god are there actually boogeymen coming? Primrose: No, they're all in Tasmania now. I just don't want you embarrassing me, David. You don't know all the customs here - and the night doesn't belong to us. Primrose nudged her chin upwards. I followed the gesture, and my own jaw hit the pavement. Grand, silvery clouds had overtaken us, though the sky had been perfectly clear only seconds before. At least, they were clouds at a distant glance - and the one above us was nearly touching the mountain top. It was feathers. Millions of feathers, fluttering together on threaded lines of white silk, bound in a great misshapen ball. In brief flashes, I saw titanic musculature dip in and out of the "cloud", skinless and grey, inhuman in its segmentation, serving as some unimaginable piece of living machinery within the mass. The cities beneath the sea were all round glass and bright, artificial light. The cities sitting atop those clouds were all perfectly square, ivory and bone, and gave off a moonlit glow independent of any celestial aide. Primrose: All part of sharing the world. Dinner? The Compendium recognizes The Nocturnal. They kept us out. You let us in. We will not turn away from them. The Nightland Covenant vote Yes. 4 - 5 Location: Dotonbori, Osaka, Japan. Primrose brought me somewhere I'd do "minimal damage". The bar we ate at only seated three; a narrow hole-in-the-wall without so much as a sign out front. Primrose claimed it was the best ramen in the world. Given it wasn't my world, I took her word for it. We ordered, and were served in the span of three minutes. As delicious as my soup looked, I was far more focused on the cook. It was a faceless creature, floating, appearing as though H.R. Giger had designed a mermaid. Its tail ended with a wide, sharp spade that was caked with flour and noodle bits. Primrose bowed her head as it served her. I did the same. The soup was sublime, if a bit heavy on the garlic. Halfway through eating, Primrose jolted upwards, looking as though she'd had an epiphany. It was very much in the whiskers. She excused herself, and darted out the door. I was glad we'd paid in advance. A moment later, a new patron entered the bar, having to stoop quite low to fit inside. In my periphery, I could see he was very, very hairy. I sneaked sideways glances while we ate. The creature- or phenom I suppose - was easily two meters tall. The stool beneath it strained against its weight. It was covered in a heavy, chestnut-brown pelt, fine as the hair on my head and embarrassingly more well-kempt. Its flat face had three, hairless circles where its mouth and eyes sat, glossy and black both. It smelled like dry mountain air. Once, it noticed me staring. I felt a nervous chill run up my spine as our eyes met. It gave me a slow nod, and returned to its noodles. Not wanting to risk my luck further, I put my bowl up on the counter and fled out into the night. There, I found Primrose waiting for me, a large bottle held up by her metal-needle-collar-fingers. It had a single black Kanji symbol painted on its label. Caspian: Primrose, what is that? Primrose: This, David, is very strong liqueur. Caspian: And what are you doing with that very strong liqueur, Primrose? Primrose: Well I'm going to drink it, David, and you're going to help me. Caspian: Wasn't the goal here for me to stand out as little as possible? Primrose: That was my original plan, yes, but it was boring. My new plan is to blame your every possible misstep on the fact you're drunk! It will go far more smoothly if you actually are. Caspian: I thought I was supposed to be doing research. Primrose: And I thought you were on vacation! Come on! The sun is down, you're a guest in a strange world, you've no one to report to… loosen up! Submit to the local customs! Trust in your guide! Just-… have a damn drink with me, David. I sighed. Caspian: Fine, one drink - and only to be polite. The Compendium recognizes The Watchers. Can we stop waxing fucking philosophical for a minute here big bros? We’re not talking about jamming our fist down their dimension-hole – we’re talking about transparency. Remember? Once upon a magical time? When you kept us in the dark? Remember when it was all you swinging cods up on an ivory hill, and us plebes down in the valley of the shadow of darkness or whatever? It didn’t work. It's never worked. We’ve always seen you – even if our vision was a bit cloudy. You can’t hide the truth, and you can’t keep people out. We get in anyway, and when we do, we're pissed off. We take all the secrets you've been hording and make them into impractical, impossible jokes. The Collective says art is a statement? Well here's our statement. You're. Not. Gods. Plus, come on. A6K is essentially full of agro versions of you guys. You really want to raise a red flag with them? Long story short, I’m with the live tweet and the moon monkey. You start drawing lines between us and them and all you become is gatekeepers. We only need one of those, and I don't see any of you holding a burning sword. We're not above them. We don't deserve more than them. We are them. The Watchers Forum votes Yes. 5 - 5 Caspian: Prime (hic!) Dimension Theory is goddam comic-book nonsense, you crazy hairball! Primrose: This-! This from the guy still measuring reality fluctuations with ph- phfucking humes! What do you know, you you half-ape!? I think we were singing karaoke before that conversation. The next few hours sit in my mind like a spilled puzzle; I remember the pieces, but not quite how they fit. In my defense, I had a lot more than one drink. I remember the streets changing around me, filling with creatures both nightmarish and spectacular. Flocks of shining, ghostly figures swam overhead, literally, as though the sky was a deep, dark pool. An animate sand-dune rolled between my stumbling legs, bits of chicken bones and loose gravel churning within. There was a brief argument after we bumped into a family of Italian tourists, who for some reason sounded like chittering cicada. Before there was a scuffle we ducked into a noisy bar. Primrose: Clearly defined uni- unifying properties across realities that cannot be explained by random prober- probability- Caspian: Atoms can only be arranged in so many damn (hic!) ways! Biology follows other universal processes! You have gravity, you get skeletons. You have photons, you get eyes. You- Primrose: I'm not just talking about the prolifer- profil- prolif-ation of carbon-based life across quasi-incompatible ecology! I mean religious and cultural recurrences! The Green Stone Mirror alone- Caspian: Social hierarchies! Brains wrinkling to conceptualize the unknown! Con (hic!) current- A Yeti, I Think: What about the Henlow Theory of Cross-Dimensional Subatomic Seeding? Primrose: Oh- pft! Henlow! I disprove Henlow for breakfast! That quaking quack- Caspian: Don't you talk to him like that! And another thing, little miss stylish! Little miss blazer and bow! Orange. And purple. Don't mix! Primrose: Oh I will scratch you. Caspian: They clash! Primrose: Do you want to get scratched!? Large Floating Orb: ❄︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ♍︎□︎■︎❖︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ◻︎□︎♓︎■︎⧫︎●︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ✋︎ ♒︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎ ♋︎❒︎♍︎♒︎♓︎❖︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♓︎⧫︎📬︎ Caspian: Yeah! Yeah! See!? This guy- (hic!) this guy gets it! Primrose: Oh of cour- coursh you'd agree with the Orb! From there, at some point, we spilled back out onto the street with at least five new inebriated friends. We lost them just as quickly, which I didn't mind, as they were both small birds and extremely loud. I did lose Primrose around a corner, though, which meant I was very much lost myself. Even emboldened by the spirits, I was too nervous to ask for directions until I found another human, which took me a surprisingly long time. There was a man in a black suit standing under a streetlamp outside a hospital. He had no answers for me, but he did offer me a cigarette. "I wouldn't usually," he said to me, "but this is your last day in this world. I'd say it counts." I have no idea how he knew about my deal with Primrose, or what he was counting, but he was still a very nice man. Not knowing what else to do, I stumbled towards a standing, electronic booth in the middle of the road. Its holographic sign was in the same shape as Primrose' brooch - that globe and eye. When I came within a few paces, a second projection appeared - one of an androgynous human, all made of blue light. Caspian: Uh-… h-hi? Booth(?): Good evening! How can I help you? Caspian: I'm-.. uh, I'm looking for a cat- Booth(?): Would you like a listing for animal shelters? Or would you like to connect to the Feline Community Registry- Caspian: No- no I'm- look, sorry, I'm not from around here. I'm from this place- she called it A6K- Booth(?) Would you like to be patched into the ongoing Compendium Judgement on A6K Unity? Caspian: (…) Yes? Then the booth showed me. It sobered me up quite a bit. The Compendium recognizes The Unnamed. There are no boundaries. There is only the path. Size and scale and circumstance are simply perceptual; prescriptive; subjective. They are not them, we are not us, no more than you are you and we are we. A pin-prick can be as wide as any road, so long as there is the means to travel. If it can, and it can, then it should, so it shall. There is no yes and no, there is no stop and go. There is only the path, and its splits always converge – eventually; entirely; ultimately. Two paths diverged in a wood and we? We choose the path of bravery. For only a fool fights entropy. We will travel the path with them. From a city in a forest where all roads meet, here-comes a vote of Yes. 6 - 5 Location: A hilltop, somewhere. That's all I'd really asked the chair for: a hilltop somewhere. I was just outside some small town - the kind you could find anywhere, really, but somehow I knew it was America. There was a large oak tree on that hill, and I sat against it for a good long while, alone. Eventually Primrose found me. She brought the bottle with her. Primrose: David! Thank goodness! I was hopping on all sorts of rooftops looking for you, you silly old second cousin to a bonobo! Caspian: Hello Primrose. Primrose: Whoa-hoh! Have you been some kinda' multi-livered phenom this entire time, David? You seem positively lucid! Caspian: Mm. There was a vending machine. It was all black, with a keypad, and it asked me to make a request. So, I asked for something to sober me up. It tasted like those awful cinnamon candy hearts… but it worked. Primrose: Oh! Well…. good for you! Now you have plenty of room for the rest of this bottle! Caspian: Why am I here, Primrose? Primrose paused. Her tail dropped. Primrose: You're not supposed to ask that. Caspian: I'm asking. Why am I here? Primrose: David, come on. We've been having such a fun night- Caspian: Tell me why I'm here, Primrose. Primrose: Look, just- I am way, way too drunk for this conversation right now- Caspian: God damn it Primrose tell me why I'm here! Primrose: Because I wanted just one more day with my best friend, okay!? Silence rang out after the shout. A few black-winged birds took flight from a nearby tree, but after that, everything was painfully still. Caspian: The David Caspian of this dimension. Primrose: (…) Yeah. Caspian: Something happened to him. Primrose: (…) It can be dangerous on this side of reality too, sometimes. Not every singularity leads to… nice places. I leaned back into the tree, and stared at the dark canopy above. Caspian: I'm sorry. I had suspected but… I'm sorry, Primrose. Primrose: Yeah, well… you should be. Fun drinking is one thing, but now we're going to have to ramp it up to morose drinking, so- Caspian: I still need to know why I'm here. Primrose: Wh-!? I just told you-! Caspian: Not the personal reason, the time-sensitive reason. Primrose, what is the Compendium voting on right now? What happens to my reality if they vote "Yes"? Primrose looked at me, wide eyed. She set the bottle down. Primrose: Unity. Caspian: And what does that mean? Primrose: It means the Compendium does what it did here… but over there. It makes things better. It takes over. Caspian: (…) And… if they vote no? Primrose: A singularity can't be closed, David. You know that. A shear in reality, by definition, has to be stronger than the reality itself. It's there forever. So… either your reality is viable, or it's a problem. Either the Compendium unifies with A6K… or they erase it. The Compendium recognizes The Peacekeepers. There's been a lot of talk today about what we bring to the table - why each of us is here. Well, the Peacekeepers know why we're here. You people need a villain. You need some son of a bitch to blame all the hard decisions on. You need someone to sit here and say "take them out" and "shut it down", so you can go home that night and feel like you really tried to make the right decision, but oh, if only those bastard Peacekeepers would let you. We're also the ones you send in when diplomacy fails. We're the jar-heads you teleport off to the cults, the bleeding rivers, and the freaky upside-down cities full of immortal tea-slurping fucks because - guess what - sometimes things just want to kill you. You can't leave them alone, you can't re-locate them, you can't talk them into being good. They just want to kill you. So we kill them. Don't forget who sands down all the rough edges of your perfect world when the pieces don't fucking fit. Now that I've made my therapist proud, I'll get to the point. We all still want the same thing: a safe, stable world. We're willing to compromise our methods if you've got a better option. That's not how things work in A6K. We've seen that. They only compromise when it's do or die. They take shortcuts. They try to break phenom, like that's ever a good fucking idea. A6K is a problem, and frankly, we should be treating it like we treated so many other problem dimensions. We can't trust them. The Global Peacekeeping Initiative votes No. 6 - 6 Location: A hilltop, somewhere. When we first met, out of some strange cross-universal courtesy, I'd recommended Primrose paralyze me. 22 hours later, she'd done just that. I sat frozen on that hilltop, holding my knees to my chest. I couldn't blink. I couldn't breathe. The blood was frozen in my veins, refusing to pass through my heart. The gears of my mind ground to a screeching, cracking halt. "Unity", Or erasure. When that wall of anxiety weakened, just the slightest bit, a frantic burst of contingencies erupted from my mind. They spread out before me like steep, jagged paths. I could run back to the chair, maybe. I could ask it to bring me to the rooftop again. I could find some way to return to my reality, to warn them. Should I warn them? Would it matter? Would they believe me? Could they stop the Compendium? Would they strike first? Would I just be deciding whether to destroy this reality or my own? How could I trust people I've known for less than a day? How could I trust a ruling body I'd never even seen? How could I trust my own reality? I'd never seen the Council either! I turned to look at Primrose and… she gave me an expression I truly couldn't place. It was like she was holding in a very large breath. Then she started laughing. She fell onto her back and laughed, rolling about in the damp grass. Caspian: (…) There's no invasion, is there. Primrose: Gatekeeper no! Oh gracious Mother above, oh Pantheon Old and New you really are the most gullible man I've ever met! Caspian: I just got here, Primrose! Of course I'm gullible! Christ! Well what does "unity" actually mean then!? Primrose caught her breath, and smiled at me. Primrose: Contact. Unity means reaching out to your reality, and offering a discourse. That's it, that's all! Caspian: Then call it contact! Primrose: The Compendium is a scientific institute, David. They like using fancy words. I finally exhaled. I fell back into the grass, hands splayed, and stared up at the stars. Caspian: You're an asshole, Primrose. Primrose: Oh it serves you right. I told you not to ask why. Caspian: (…) So, they just want to talk to us. Primrose: To start. After a time, after we're all settled in with each other, then we start bringing over humanitarian aid… maybe some low-level technology if you want it. It's still an invasion, of a kind - just a very slow, and completely voluntary invasion. The moment you guys tell us "get lost!" We get lost. Caspian: And what if there's disagreement on that? What if one part of our world wants you there, and another doesn't? Primrose: Doesn't matter; its gotta' be unanimous. Once you guys can come to some kind of consensus, some kind of alliance - a shared scientific council for the betterment of the world, if you will - then you can call us back. Caspian: And you do this… often? Primrose: Often enough! We have these kind of votes whenever we stumble onto a new dimension. It's not often the whole Compendium needs to be called, though. Usually it's pretty cut and dry if we broach Unity. The answer's usually no. It may just be "talking", but we do realize the destabilizing effect it can have. After all, like you said, what if some people want us to stay, and others don't? It might bring about alliances - or it could cause global war. Caspian: And… you don't destroy realities when they vote "no." Primrose: No, David, of course we don't. Ironically, dimensional ruptures are the one phenom we actually do contain. We seal it off, obscure it, and monitor it. Destroying a whole reality… I don't even think the Compendium has that kind of power! Probably. There have been rare times when we've offered… "mercy", I suppose, but those have been dimensions where literally everything has gone right to hell. Your reality isn't that far gone, and you're certainly not a threat. You're just… well, clearly, you're a serious grey area. I didn't know what to say to any of that. It almost felt wrong that there wasn't some grand calamity on the horizon, some awful punch-line to this adventure. I just lay there, zen-like in my total disbelief of the universe(s). Primrose sighed, and settled down next to me. Primrose: David, I know more about alternative realities than anyone in my world. I certainly know more than you - no offense. I've been at it about 60 years longer. Tell you the truth, I have no idea why our worlds are so different, and yet so similar. I don't know if it's the chicken or the egg with you people and your phenom. Does your hostile reality make you aggressive and distrustful? Or is it your distrust and aggression making your reality hostile? Is it you? Is it circumstance? Is A6K just one big tempest in a teapot, spiraled out of control? And for our part, are we just fundamentally different from you, or are we just the product of some nebulous domino effect from thousands of years ago, when one human decided to be kind to another? Primrose shrugged. Primrose: It's a finicky ball of string, our scientific field. That's also a cat phrase, by the way. You can't use it. I glanced over at Primrose for a moment. Caspian: 60 years, huh? Primrose nodded. Caspian: How old are you? Primrose batted at my face, hard, then stalked off towards the chair. The sun began to rise. The Compendium recognizes The Foundation. It always comes down to us, doesn't it? It's only fair. We did start all this. We've seen worlds hollowed, fed up to a screaming wrought-iron moon. We've seen planets consumed by death, undeath, and repugnant life. We've seen it all horribly ever-enfolding under a bleak red sun. I would never hold any reality to some perverse contest of calamity, but I can say what has pained me the most… seeing a beautiful, pristine world of happy people… only to arrive just as all the flowers bloomed. We couldn't even tell them what was coming… there was so little time… Forgive me. I don't mean to wallow in the past. You need us to be the rational ones, right? We all need to admit a terrible truth: A6K is the closest we've ever come to finding a true parallel reality. We may sit here condemning them, but the fact remains, we've never found anyone quite so much like us. We rose from the dark, together, stronger for our hardships; who's to say they won't do the same? They could be our equals. They could even rise above us, one day, but that triumph can't come from us. It has to come from them. The Foundation votes No. 6 - 7 But with an addendum: We seal the gate, but not entirely. We keep an eye on A6K, and let them find us. When they do, we'll greet them without security, containment, or any protections. When they're ready to step into the light, we'll be here. Shall we take it to a vote? Location: Tokyo And there we were, back on the rooftop again. My lab coat appeared with me, hanging off the back of the chair. I thanked it twice, and told it what a wonderful job it had done today. It gave a pleasant little rattle. Primrose sat where I'd first seen her - but now, she was facing away. I walked up and stood with her, watching the sun rise for a second time; now over the vast canopy of incredible architecture, vibrant green and polished white. I never did ask how they grew ivy so large. I decided not to. I didn't need to know. It was spectacular, and that was enough. Primrose: I didn't think it'd be that close. I looked over at Primrose. Primrose: The vote, I mean. I knew the Charity would be on board. They love helping the helpless, and your world is the very definition of helpless. Caspian: Primrose- Primrose: The Apex too, maybe. My vote had to count for something. Plus, the Canine Collegiate are all about inclusivity - but the Amphibian Pod can be such sticks in the mud! Caspian: Primrose… Primrose: And it was anyone's guess about how the people of the forest would vote. It always is. The Nocturnals were a real surprise, given what you people did to them… but what the good god damn was the Collective even saying!? Did you understand a single- Caspian: Hey, Primrose? She stopped talking, but wouldn't look at me. Much as I'd learned about how a cat emotes in this world, I couldn't read her at all. I could guess how she was feeling, though. Caspian: Thank you for today. She didn't reply. Caspian: And, uh… sorry I forced you to let the cat out of the bag about- ah, sorry, is that a cat-only phrase? Primrose: You can use it… Caspian: (…) You've got a strange, but very beautiful world here, Primrose. Primrose: It could be your world too, you know. It was my turn to be silent then. I watched the sky turn from a muted orange to a pale, promising blue. Primrose: I mean- I can't just pluck you out of A6K again once its sealed, but there's no real reason I have to send you back! I'm sure I could come up with some excuse for the Compendium; some long-term cross-cultural trans-dimensional-… quantum-quarking- Gah! I'll figure it out! And if you're worried about your SCP people, we can send back a clone, or an android - Or! We recently found these lentil-based human-mimicking lifeforms in Nepal! They can only drool and stumble around, but I doubt your stupid reality will notice! I just smiled, weakly. Primrose's words eventually faded into a low mumble, and by the time I turned to look at her, her head was hanging low. Caspian: It really was an incredible day. Primrose: (…) You're not going to tell them, are you? Your bosses, I mean. Caspian: The SCP Foundation? Oh good God, no. I'll make something up for them … but, actually, I can think of someone who would appreciate all of this. They're always up for a good story, and they can keep a secret. Primrose nodded. I tucked my hands into my lab coat. Without any great fanfare or farewell, I knew it was time to go. Before I did, I asked Primrose for one last thing. She grumbled, but agreed. I pet her head, and vanished. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6001" by T Rutherford, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6001. Licensed under CC-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-6002 | keter | bigslothonmyface Written by bigslothonmyface You can find more of their work on their author page. COGNITOMOLE NOTICE Access to this file is limited to personnel with level 4-6002 clearance. Upon accessing the file, Foundation Cognitomole ARK_cm771 will embed within your subconscious. By continuing, you agree to allow your identity, location, eye and bodily movements, and biosignature to be tracked by ARK_cm771 for up to 72 hours. Unauthorized personnel accessing the file may be subject to disciplinary measures including cognitive suppression and remote termination. Agree and continue EMBEDDING... PLEASE STAND BY... . . . . EMBED SUCCESSFUL. AUTHORIZING… . . . . BIOSIGNATURE ACCEPTED. WELCOME, DR. WILDCAT. ACCESSING FILE… . . . . . . Item #: SCP-6002 splay: no Figure 6002-1. Click to enlarge. Special Containment Procedures: As of 18 May 2021, primary containment is to focus on arresting the spread of SCP-6002-B before it reaches the class Mammalia, particularly the Homo sapiens genome. SCP-6002’s crown must be checked routinely for evidence of SCP-6002-B. If SCP-6002-B is found to have infected a new area of the structure, Project 6002-ARK Director Dr. Rose Wildcat must be alerted immediately. The infected area is then to be excised, and MTF Nu-45 (“Inherit the Wind”) deployed to begin concealment protocols. A 15-kilometer perimeter is maintained around SCP-6002. To prevent aerial observation, Foundation agents embedded in global air traffic control organizations are to divert air traffic that would otherwise pass over this perimeter. In the event of unauthorized observation, MTF Nu-45 must mobilize to detain and amnesticize all involved. As SCP-6002 has been a frequent target for various Groups of Interest, lethal force is authorized should exposed individuals resist detention. As of 12 June 2014, all experimentation on SCP-6002 is disallowed by unanimous order of O5 command, except for the express purpose of limiting the spread of SCP-6002-B. Description: SCP-6002 is a massive organic structure located within Klamath National Forest in northern California. Superficially, SCP-6002 is similar to an instance of the giant sequoia tree (Sequoiadendron giganteum). However, SCP-6002 is far larger than a typical member of that species. Its base has a diameter of 91 meters, and it rises to 809 meters tall at its highest point. Sequencing has shown that each section of SCP-6002 possesses different genetic composition. Similar gene sequences are grouped within SCP-6002 in a manner resembling the biological "tree of life"; see Figure 6002-1 for a partial map of the SCP-6002 genome. 14 percent of genetic samples extracted from SCP-6002 have been matches to known organisms, including both anomalous and non-anomalous lifeforms. Remaining samples do not match any known life, and are thought to represent species currently undiscovered on the planet. Ultimately, SCP-6002 likely contains the genome of every living thing somewhere in its branches. Variations in its genome do not affect the physical appearance or qualities of the structure, which always remain similar to those of Sequoiadendron giganteum. Removal or modification of genetic material from SCP-6002 impacts organisms which share said material. For example, if biomass with genetic material matching the sandhill crane (Antigone canadensis) was altered within SCP-6002, all living sandhill cranes would experience the same genetic alterations. This allows minor damages or changes to SCP-6002 to be magnified across many organisms simultaneously. Since at least 2014, SCP-6002 has been severely impacted by an anomalous genetic infection. This infection, designated SCP-6002-B, is the result of [DATA EXPUNGED—SEE FILE:ARK_6002-B]. SCP-6002-B has caused significant damage to SCP-6002. Like all alterations to the structure, damage caused by SCP-6002-B impacts organisms which share the genetic makeup of infected areas. This has resulted in the disappearance of at least 56,000 species to date. SCP-6002-B is highly resilient, and most attempts to check its spread have failed. The only known way to contain SCP-6002-B is the total excision of infected areas. Removal of such areas by the Foundation has resulted in the disappearance of a further [DATA EXPUNGED] species. However, while removal of infected areas slows SCP-6002-B's spread, it does not halt it entirely. Foundation biologists estimate that SCP-6002-B will reach the Homo sapiens genome within SCP-6002 no later than 2100, and that SCP-6002’s crown1 will be entirely destroyed by the infection within 300 years. . . . . [New comment] Wildcat, Dr. Rose M.: When I was in the fifth grade, I told my mother I wanted to be an astronaut. She said, “Rosie, sweetie, you are never to leave this planet. It needs you here.” I think that pissed me off at the time. But I realized later it wasn’t meant to be a restriction or a rule. It was a vote of confidence, from an old Indian mama to her little girl. What a thing to say, too, eh? Christ, no pressure or anything—just the weight of the goddamn world. COGNITOMOLE WARNING: UNUSUAL REVISIONS DETECTED. YOUR ACTIVITY WILL BE RECORDED BY ARK_cm771. [New comment] Wildcat, Dr. Rose M.: Fuck you, RoboCop. I want command to see this. The master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. Addendum 1: History & discovery Commentary by Dr. Rose Wildcat, director, Project 6002-ARK The concept of a “Tree of Life” appears widely throughout human history, from the Christian Tree of Life in the Garden of Eden to the Aztec Tree of Tule to the Norse Yggdrasil, which surrounds and overlooks all of creation. It was presumed that no connection existed between these representations, but analysis has revealed marked similarities between many depictions of the Tree of Life and SCP-6002. Patterns including the shape and number of branches, relative trunk and crown sizes, and even the location of deformities have been found to align. Needless to say, it’s unlikely Assyrian artists working on stone carvings in the 9th century BCE had seen SCP-6002 or knew of its existence, so the reason for these similarities is unclear. Art and folklore among native residents of what is now the U.S. West Coast, however, directly referenced SCP-6002—particularly among the Klamath tribes of northern California. The Klamath name for the structure was "Vúluandsham." Indigenous peoples were aware of SCP-6002 for thousands of years prior to the Foundation's arrival, and may even have had some understanding of its anomalous properties. Certainly they understood its significance, and established settlements on and around SCP-6002. In a great tragedy for our knowledge of the structure, the Foundation's early containment of SCP-6002 erased it from the history of its longtime native guardians. Under a treaty with the Klamath tribes, the Foundation gained access to SCP-6002 in 1909 for initial study. However, this treaty was soon broken, and the Foundation’s “acquisition” of the land surrounding SCP-6002 began. Its approach was brutal: most who lived in the area were killed, and those who survived were administered primitive "amnestics" consisting largely of lobotomization. Every settlement near SCP-6002 was burned to the ground. In an attempt to conceal these actions later in the century, the Foundation also destroyed its own containment records prior to 1910. This series of unconscionable decisions remains a bloody stain on the organization's legacy. Addendum 2: Initial testing November 1910: Research into the anomalous properties of SCP-6002 begins with an ascent into the structure's crown. Provisional Site-1 is established at the base of the crown so that researchers may spend multiple days atop the structure without descending. Excerpt from the diary of Dr. Albert Manfred, SCP-6002 project lead, 1910-1930 November 12, 1910 The tree produces new growth at an alarming rate. Verna and I turned our backs on a ladder for a few minutes to take photographs, and when we looked back it was already totally grown over. Much of this growth withers almost immediately as well. I wonder, what decides if a new twig stays or goes? Does the tree itself decide? December 1, 1910 Got a shock today. We were walking down a branch about 20 minutes from camp when the most unholy noise broke out. A rupturing, echoing, inhuman sound it was, like a soul on the racks of Hell. A moment later, an enormous limb—must have been 200 feet long—withered off the tree about a quarter mile ahead. We watched it fall all the way to Earth. When we got up to the spot, there was no sign of a knot or a breakage. Just smooth, red wood, as if the branch had never been. We decided to make sure we’re always attached to the main trunk with a rope and harness on future expeditions. If we’d been standing on that branch when it fell… December 10, 1910 I remain entirely unconvinced that this tree is in fact a tree at all. When you run your hands over its parts, it's not wood you feel. Sometimes you’d swear you were brushing up against fur, or scales, or skin. But to look at it, there’s nothing but solid timber. And then there’s the noises. Lying awake at night, the wind in the branches sounds more like howling than anything else. September 1914: Incident 6002-E-243. The last known instance of the passenger pigeon (Ectopistes migratorius) dies in captivity at the Cincinnati Zoo. At the same moment, SCP-6002 sheds a large branch from the northwestern edge of its crown. A link between these events is hypothesized by Dr. Manfred. February 1917: Unrelated research begins to advance the Foundation's understanding of gene sequencing. Within five years, this research allows Dr. Manfred to confirm that the branch shed in Incident 6002-E-243 contains genetic material matching that of Ectopistes migratorius. July 1924: Incident 6002-A-001. First known instance of human-caused alteration to an extant species via SCP-6002. Excerpt from the diary of Dr. Albert Manfred, SCP-6002 project lead, 1910-1930 July 9, 1924: Had an accident today. Verna and I had been at work all afternoon on the southern edge. We were readying to descend when I lost my footing. As soon as I felt myself slip, I reached out for a branch just up above us to break my fall. Should have known better. Little thing was new growth, maybe 10 feet at most. Snapped right off in my hands. I had my harness on, thank God, or it would've been a long way down. Verna gave me an earfull over breaking a branch, but I told her to look at it as an opportunity. We've never removed a living branch from the tree before, only studied the ones that fall off by themselves, and those are all dried up before they hit the ground. I'm looking forward to taking a peek inside one while it's still green. It might have been the adrenaline, but I could swear I heard another sound behind the snap when that little branch broke off. Something higher-pitched, like a yelp. Who knows, though. Verna says she didn’t hear anything at all. July 11, 1924: Finally got a match for the branch I snapped off a few days back. I'll need to run it through the database once more to confirm, but signs are pointing to Canis lupus familiaris, specifically a little hunting breed that's been getting popular lately: the Manhattan terrier. Real sweethearts, those pups are. There was a whole pack of them on the next farm over when I was a boy. Never seen such a dog for chasing squirrels. You could hear them baying for miles and miles. Glad this wasn't an extinction event. I don't know how I'd break it to the team. At the speed 6002 grows, that branch is probably back already. July 19, 1924: Verna started crying when the news came in last night, and she hasn't stopped. It's all I can do to keep a brave face for the rest of them. May God forgive me. What have I done? What have I done? July 1924–November 1929: Following Dr. Manfred's accident, Manhattan terriers experience a mass dieoff across the world. Previously healthy instances suffer cardiac arrests, strokes, and other ailments. Females are unable to produce viable offspring. By 1 February 1926, the entire breed is declared extinct. To conceal this event, Foundation operatives engage in a widespread disinformation campaign aimed at expunging records and memories of the Manhattan terrier. The campaign takes five years to complete, and is declared successful on 4 November 1929. January 1930: Following Incident 6002-A-001, Dr. Manfred updates SCP-6002's containment procedures to ban all experimentation on the structure and limit ascent to personnel trained in the use of climbing equipment. [New comment] Wildcat, Dr. Rose M.: Sure enough, I’ve never heard of the Manhattan terrier. Even then that was the Foundation’s greatest strength: escaping accountability when it fucked up. I guess Doc Manfred did do one thing right—he banned testing on the Tree. Bless his old bones for doing what he could to stop this grand institution from manifesting its destiny. Doc, if you’re listening up there, don’t be too hard on yourself. One species gone is small potatas. A few jackasses with a hunting blind and some lead-based ammo can pull that off. COGNITOMOLE WARNING: FURTHER UNUSUAL REVISIONS DETECTED. YOUR BIOSIGNATURE HAS BEEN LOGGED WITH O5 COMMAND. Addendum 3: Contemporary testing Experimentation on SCP-6002 remained suspended for most of the 20th century. However, in 1989, a new research team was appointed with the goal of mapping the SCP-6002 genome in its entirety. Head researchers were: Senior Researcher Dr. Eugene Muller, PhD, project lead Junior Researcher Dr. Amara Achebe, MD, PhD, geneticist Junior Researcher Dr. Rose Wildcat, PhD, ecologist Drs. Muller, Achebe and Wildcat oversaw a research team of several hundred personnel tasked with mapping the SCP-6002 genome before the end of the century, which they completed on schedule. In March 2002, Dr. Muller proposed initial testing of SCP-6002 genetic modification. March 19, 2002 From: Dr. Eugene Muller To: The Office of O5-8 With my mapping of 6002 complete, I request clearance to test the tree’s response to minor genetic modifications. In short, I plan to designate a test species from among the fungi and put Dr. Achebe’s recent advancements in gene therapy into practice. I will not require additional funds; your current allocation is generous. With luck, I hope to have a report on your desk within the year. Dr. Eugene S. Muller, PhD Senior Researcher SCP-6002 Project Lead March 23, 2002 From: The Office of O5-8 To: Dr. Eugene Muller Thank you for your message, doctor. We have been pleased with your team's work thus far. However, further modifications to 6002 simply do not justify the risk. Please continue your research with the goal of understanding how best to preserve the structure in its current state. Your request is denied. 8 March 23, 2002 From: Dr. Eugene Muller To: The Office of O5-8 With respect, 8, this is remarkably short-sighted of you. What good does it do us to mope about and sit on our hands when we possess the most potent medical and scientific tool in history? I don’t see the harm it would do to pick a species—just one species, and an insignificant one at that—and see what’s possible. Give me that much, and you won’t be disappointed. Dr. Eugene S. Muller, PhD Senior Researcher SCP-6002 Project Lead March 24, 2002 From: The Office of O5-8 To: Dr. Eugene Muller Doctor, your request has been considered and denied by O5 command. Our decision is final. Furthermore, I would suggest that you choose your words more carefully. After all, many at the Foundation would be eager to take over your work and continue it exactly as the Council dictates. 8 July 2002: SCP-█████ breaches containment at Site-19 and subsequently reaches a major population center. 78 Foundation personnel and an estimated 1,200 civilians are killed during the incident. SCP-█████ is terminated 13 days after breaching containment. Due to its anomalous properties, the entity regenerates from an egg laid upon the previous instance’s death; this egg is recontained. July 2002: O5 command authorizes neutralization of SCP-█████. However, all damage to the entity in its egg state results in the current egg erupting into flames before a new egg appears in its place. Neutralization of SCP-█████ is declared infeasible. August 2002: Dr. Muller again proposes genetic modification of SCP-6002, this time with the express purpose of more effectively containing SCP-█████. An Ethics Committee vote (9-14) rejects his proposal, but O5 command overrules. Testing on SCP-6002 is repermitted on 4 August 2002. Testing log 1 Subject: SCP-█████ (“entity”), and its genome within SCP-6002 Supervising researcher: Dr. Eugene Muller Attending researchers: Dr. Amara Achebe, Dr. Rose Wildcat Test 1: Mechanisms governing entity's reproductive cycle are first isolated from within the entity itself. These are found to be no different from non-anomalous instances of the American bison (Bison bison). Entity's reproductive mechanisms also isolated within SCP-6002 and modified to sterilize entity. Current instance of entity terminated. Result: Entity regenerates from its egg as normal. Upon hatching, entity observed to lack reproductive organs. Test 2: Mechanisms governing entity's growth are first isolated from within the entity itself. Unlike its reproductive cycle, these genes are clearly different from those of non-anomalous American bison, allowing entity to grow substantially larger. With assistance from Dr. Achebe, entity's growth mechanisms also isolated within SCP-6002 and modified to halt entity's growth shortly after infancy. Current instance of entity terminated. Result: Entity regenerates from its egg as normal. However, entity does not grow as it ages, remaining approximately the size of a newborn bison calf into adulthood. Closing notes: SCP-█████ downgraded from Keter to Euclid class. Dr. Muller is promoted to Pay Grade II and given increased security clearance Foundation-wide to continue his work by cross-testing other SCP objects with SCP-6002. [New comment] Wildcat, Dr. Rose M.: “With assistance” from Dr. Achebe my ass. Amara did everything. Herr Muller just stood around and watched, shooting his mouth off about how lucky she was that he’d "picked up on her work." I bought her a drink later on that night, and she finally opened up. We’d been on site together for what, 13 years? And I knew absolutely nothing about her, not her family or her hobbies or her love life, zilch. But Lord, did she talk that night. Mostly about Muller and what a son of a bitch he was. But other stuff, too. Her mother, her home… Her taste in women. Amara… September 2002–May 2008: Dr. Muller weakens or neutralizes 109 Keter class objects and 418 Euclid class objects via genetic modifications to SCP-6002. No adverse effects to the SCP-6002 structure are noted. February 2007–January 2008: Two dozen United States subprime mortgage lenders declare bankruptcy. Home prices plummet. Global economy enters recession. February 2008: The U.S. and other major world governments cut funding to the Foundation. This coincides with Chapter 11 bankruptcy declarations by 31 Foundation front companies, resulting in a combined 21% reduction to the Foundation’s operating budget. May 2008: Dr. Muller proposes enhanced genetic testing on SCP-6002 for the purpose of revenue generation. Proposal approved on 13 May 2008. Testing log 2 Subject: SCP-6002, and various extant organisms Supervising researcher: Dr. Eugene Muller Attending researchers: Dr. Amara Achebe, Dr. Rose Wildcat Test 1: A group of common apple trees (Malus domestica) is crossbred to create a new strain (Strain 001) for experimentation. Genome of Strain 001 appears within SCP-6002 as expected. Strain 001 genome modified within SCP-6002 to include material from SCP-500. Resulting apples marketed as holistic cures for the common cold. Result: Strain 001 apples gain a wide following within two months. Specimens relieve some cold symptoms, but do not function more effectively than over-the-counter acetaminophen drugs. Test 2: A group of Black Angus cattle (Bos taurus) is crossbred to create a new strain (Strain 002) for experimentation. Genome of Strain 002 appears within SCP-6002 as expected. Strain 002 genome modified within SCP-6002 to include material from SCP-1007. Result: Strain 002 cattle revert to calf stage following slaughter and butchering. Each individual may be indefinitely slaughtered for meat without feed or housing expenses. Test 3: Genome of the common domestic chicken (Gallus gallus domesticus) modified within SCP-6002 to insert a novel genetic disease (Disorder 001). Foundation treatment for Disorder 001 developed and marketed six months after appearance of the disease in commercial farms. Result: 7% of global domestic chicken population dies before Foundation treatment is marketed. Foundation sells 700 million doses of Disorder 001 treatment within four weeks. Addendum 4: Incident 6002-B-001 On 11 April 2009, Disorder 001 ceased to appear among newly-hatched domestic chickens. Upon review, Junior Researcher Dr. Rose Wildcat was found to have modified SCP-6002 without authorization, removing Disorder 001 and reverting the Gallus gallus domesticus genome to its prior state. Dr. Wildcat was detained and questioned. Interviewer: Dr. Eugene Muller Subject: Dr. Rose Wildcat Others present: Dr. Amara Achebe, Security Officer Marx, Security Officer Johnson [Begin log] Dr. Eugene Muller (Muller): Do you know why you’re here, Rose? Dr. Rose Wildcat (Wildcat): No. You goons pulled me from my bed half an hour ago and nobody’s bothered to explain anything to me yet. Muller: Rose, when was the last time you ascended 6002? [Wildcat is silent.] Muller: Sweetie, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Wildcat: Stop calling me that. I’m not your child. Muller: Answer the question, Rose. Wildcat: When the fuck do you think? You make the schedule, you tell me. [Muller sighs.] Muller: Security footage and your access card data say you went up last night. Wildcat: Bullshit. Muller: Do you want to see the footage? [Wildcat is silent.] Muller: Rose, I know how hard it is for someone as green as you are to accept what we’re doing. But you can’t just take— Wildcat: I’ve been working here for 20 years. Muller: You can’t just take it upon yourself to decide what’s best! Do you know what could have happened if you’d made a mistake? Wildcat: Oh, you mean like giving billions of animals a terminal illness overnight? Muller: I’m about through with your attitude. Wildcat: Go fuck yourself. Muller: …All right. I’ll give you a choice. If you apologize now, I may be willing to put in a good word for you with the O5. I don’t think they'll take kindly to this either way, but there’s a chance you’ll be spared with my help. I admit, I’d miss your smile around here. [Wildcat is silent.] Muller: Speak up, woman. Don’t be a fool. Wildcat: …Thank you, doctor. I apologize. Muller: There, now. Was that so hard? We can still treat each other reasonably. Closing notes: On the recommendation of Dr. Muller, O5 command agreed to allow Dr. Wildcat to keep her Foundation position. She was, however, demoted to Level 1 clearance and reassigned to a clerical position in Muller’s office. Dr. Muller remodified the Gallus gallus domesticus genome within SCP-6002, and Disorder 001 again manifested among domestic chickens on 12 April 2009. Addendum 5: Projects ETERNAL and 6002-ARK ATTENTION: LEVEL 5-6002 EYES ONLY The following documents describe classified projects undertaken by multiple Foundation entities on a global scale. Access to these documents is allowed only on a need-to-know basis for those with level 5-6002 clearance. Viewing these documents without proper authorization will result in immediate remote termination via Cognitomole ARK_cm771. _ Proceed at your own riskBIOSIGNATURE ACCEPTED. WELCOME, DR. WILDCAT. splay: no A promotional flyer for the Great Dismal Swamp seized by MTF operatives during a raid on Hodges Manor Elementary School in Portsmouth, VA, as part of Project 6002-ARK, 17 April 2019. Overview: Project 6002-ARK was a counterintelligence, military, and information security campaign operated by the Foundation from 12 June 2014 to 24 April 2021. The project's goal was to conceal the destruction of an entire taxonomic kingdom of life (approx. 1.3 million species) by SCP-6002-B, a genetic infection within SCP-6002. This infection emerged during testing for Project ETERNAL, a Foundation effort to eliminate senescence2 among human beings using SCP-6002. As of 24 April 2021, Project 6002-ARK status is: COMPLETE. All knowledge of the kingdom Aeternae has been successfully expunged from public consciousness. [FILE: ARK_Aeternae] Commentary by Dr. Rose Wildcat, director, Project 6002-ARK You know about the kingdoms of life. Animals, plants, bacteria, those big categories that encompass everything. If you’re a biologist, you probably know there are six of them. Maybe you remember learning that in school. But you didn’t. You learned it from Foundation conditioning. There were never just six kingdoms of life—there were seven. Animalia, the animals. Plantae, the plants. Fungi, Protista, Archaea, Bacteria… and Aeternae. Aeterns were the seventh kingdom. That word probably sounds unfamiliar to you, but it didn’t for most of your life. At one time it rolled off your tongue just as easily as “animals” does now. Aeterns lived on land and in the oceans. Some were great and some were small. Some were feared, others were hunted, and still more were domesticated by humans as pets and companions. In total, there were 1.3 million extant aetern species prior to 12 June 2014. None remain. Characteristics: Aeterns were eukaryotic, multicellular organisms ranging from .03–94 meters in length and .006–240,000 kilograms in weight. They were motile3, largely heterotrophic4 (though some were autotrophs5), and reproduced sexually. Aeterns played a role in the ecosystem similar to that of animals, with herbivorous species preyed upon by omnivores and carnivores higher in the food chain. Most notably, aeterns did not experience senescence, and were highly resilient against cancers and other cellular damage. Exemplar species: splay: no Hatzegopteryx illustration by paleontologist Mark Witton. Hatzegopteryx (Rapio maxima) Hatzegopteryx was a flighted apex predator thought to be a holdover from the late Cretaceous period. It was the largest flying organism ever to live—adult females were observed with wingspans in excess of 15 meters. Hatzegopteryx resided in sub-tropical Africa, but could range as far north as Romania. Due to its habit of preying upon cattle, it was widely considered a pest species. splay: no The "Chinese dragon" is based on the bright-whiskered dragon species. Its symbolism was redirected to other cultural touchstones by Project 6002-ARK. Bright-whiskered dragon (Draco ignis) The enormous bright-whiskered dragon was a legendary and reclusive resident of Nepalese and Tibetan mountains. Critically endangered since the 1950s, the dragon was hunted nearly to extinction for its scales, which were rumored to have medicinal properties in addition to their dazzling appearance. Despite their size, bright-whiskers were autotrophic, and hibernated for much of the day to replenish their energy. Giant tusker (Duro scrofa) There was no better livestock guardian than the giant tusker, a gentle quadruped which formed protective familial bonds with people, animals and aeterns alike. Evidence suggests that tuskers—so named for their prominent tusks, which molted and grew back each year—were domesticated as early as 5,000 BCE. Giant tuskers were among the most intelligent aeterns, capable of learning up to 200 different commands. [FILE: ARK_ETERNAL] Forward: Foundation geneticists had long been interested in the possibility of using genetic material from the aeterns to slow or eliminate human aging. On 2 May 2010, Dr. Eugene Muller proposed experimentation along those lines within SCP-6002. The initial goal was to implant material from a given aetern species into the chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes) genome via SCP-6002, with the longer-term goal of doing the same for human beings. After extensive O5 and Ethics Committee review, testing was approved on 29 May 2010 under the codename Project ETERNAL. Testing log Subject: Human (Homo sapiens), chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes) and giant tusker (Duro scrofa) genomes within SCP-6002 Supervising researcher: Dr. Eugene Muller Attending researchers: Dr. Amara Achebe Test 1: Genetic information governing aetern cellular regeneration isolated within SCP-6002. However, material decays too quickly upon removal from SCP-6002 for it to be transposed into another genome. Notes: Perhaps some kind of preservative is needed? We’ll try that next. -Dr. Muller Test 2: Genetic information governing aetern cellular regeneration isolated within SCP-6002. Upon removal, material submerged in a preservative solution of sodium benzoate. Material quickly disintegrates within solution. Test 3: Genetic information governing aetern cellular regeneration isolated within SCP-6002. Upon removal, material submerged in a preservative solution of sorbic acid. Material quickly disintegrates within solution. Notes: Requesting permission to stabilize biomass via anomalous methods used in past 6002 experimentation. -Dr. Muller (Request approved 7 June 2010) Test 4: Genetic information governing aetern cellular regeneration isolated within SCP-6002. Upon removal, material submerged in a preservative solution refined from several anomalous organisms, including SCP-106, SCP-294-11, SCP-682, SCP-████ and SCP-████. Material quickly disintegrates within solution. Notes: God dammit, this has always worked before. I’m losing patience. What if we spread the stuff on it before we actually remove the biomass? -Dr. Muller Test 5: Genetic information governing aetern cellular regeneration isolated within SCP-6002. Prior to removal from the structure, material treated with the preservative solution used in Test 4. Upon removal, material stable. Material recombined into the genome of the chimpanzee. Group of chimpanzees observed for a period of 24 months. Results: Chimpanzees under observation show no visible signs of aging. Test 6: Aetern genetic material removed from the chimpanzee genome within SCP-6002. Group of chimpanzees observed for a period of 24 months. Results: Chimpanzee aging reverts to pre-test norms. Genetic material isolated in Test 5 approved for testing within the human genome on 5 June 2014. Test 7: Genetic information governing aetern cellular regeneration isolated within SCP-6002. Prior to removal from the structure, material is treated with preservative solution used in Tests 4 and 5. Material recombined into the human genome. Results: Material rejected by SCP-6002. Rejected material disintegrates rapidly, causing minor damage to the structure. Further cross-testing of aetern-human genetic material disallowed by O5 command to prevent damage to the human genome. Afterword: Three days after Test 7, Dr. Achebe observed what appeared to be rot spreading around Dr. Muller’s incision on the branch of SCP-6002 containing the giant tusker genome. Dr. Achebe excised the area. The following day, she observed that rot had appeared again around the incision. 8 June 2014 From: Dr. Amara Achebe To: Dr. Eugene Muller Eugene, have you seen what’s going on with the tusker branch? There’s some kind of blight spreading through it. Can we take a look this afternoon? Dr. A From: Dr. Eugene Muller To: Dr. Amara Achebe Don’t you worry about it. I’ve got it under control. Go about your business. Dr. Eugene Muller, PhD Albert Manfred Distinguished Site Director, SCP-6002 From: Dr. Amara Achebe To: Dr. Eugene Muller Can you at least tell me what’s going on? Is this something we should be reporting to the Council or one of the info security teams? I’m worried we’re going to lose the whole branch. Dr. A From: Dr. Eugene Muller To: Dr. Amara Achebe You’re right. Let’s go up in 15 minutes. I’ll grab my kit. Dr. Eugene Muller, PhD Albert Manfred Distinguished Site Director, SCP-6002 Following her ascent into SCP-6002 with Dr. Muller, Dr. Achebe was not seen on site for 72 hours. Eventually, Dr. Rose Wildcat, working at the time as Dr. Muller’s secretary, became concerned and raised the issue with the site security team. Dr. Muller was questioned, but could not account for Dr. Achebe’s whereabouts. Security officers ascended SCP-6002 and, after fourteen hours of searching, discovered the corpse of Dr. Achebe covered by several layers of new growth. Cause of death was a single gunshot wound to the back of the head via standard issue Foundation handgun. The incident was immediately reported to O5 command, and security officers proceeded to the private quarters of Dr. Muller to apprehend him for further questioning. Upon arrival, they found Dr. Muller dead of apparent suicide by hanging. As the only remaining researcher with operational knowledge of the SCP-6002 superstructure, Dr. Wildcat was appointed SCP-6002 project lead by O5 command the following day and tasked with investigating the rot reported by Dr. Achebe. Dr. Wildcat ascended to the giant tusker branch and found it near the point of rotting away entirely. It was the opinion of Dr. Wildcat that decomposition had been ongoing within the branch for some months, but was concealed by Dr. Muller. Dr. Wildcat requested and was granted permission to excise the branch, and Foundation operatives began disinformation protocols ahead of the anticipated extinction of the giant tusker species. Extinction followed as expected over the next seven months. Dr. Wildcat retained the excised branch for further study. [New comment] Wildcat, Dr. Rose M.: fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you [FILE: ARK_6002-B] Overview: SCP-6002-B designates an anomalous genetic infection first discovered within SCP-6002 by Dr. Rose Wildcat on 12 June 2014. It is the result of cross-contamination between anomalous and non-anomalous material within the structure by Dr. Eugene Muller during Project ETERNAL. Effects: Under normal conditions, SCP-6002-B gradually spreads outward through SCP-6002, infecting new material as it goes. As infected genetic material decays within SCP-6002, organisms sharing this material also experience decay. This manifests as a rotting of the skin and organs similar to untreated leprosy. When all of a species' genome has decayed within SCP-6002, extant members of that species experience instantaneous decomposition, appearing to "fall apart" on the spot as their soft tissues dissolve. Treatment: There is no known method to prevent the spread of SCP-6002-B. The infection resists both conventional medical treatment and anomalous treatment via other SCP objects. Removing visibly infected areas arrests the condition for a time, but never eliminates it entirely; to date, SCP-6002-B has simply remanifested around the excision wound within 10 days. Discovery: After excising an infected branch from SCP-6002, Dr. Wildcat detected several anomalous substances within it. All of these substances were employed in a preservative solution used by Dr. Muller during Project ETERNAL. Muller’s decision to apply the solution directly to SCP-6002 in his impatience likely resulted in the spread of these substances to the giant tusker genome and the creation of SCP-6002-B. While it may have been possible to contain the infection were it discovered earlier, Dr. Muller concealed his mistake from other researchers for a period of at least three full years, allowing SCP-6002-B to take hold throughout the tusker genome and other portions of the kingdom Aeternae. [New comment] Wildcat, Dr. Rose M.: I cut that branch off, and then I went back to my room and cried all night. And all the next morning. I couldn’t eat or sleep for two days. Amara… My dear, I’m so sorry, I should never have let him take you up there. I should never have… God… My little sister had a stuffed tusker when we were growing up. Mimi. She brought home picture books after school and told us about them. Now she can’t even remember… [FILE: ARK_timeline] Project 6002-ARK Timeline to date 12 June 2014: Giant tusker genome excised from SCP-6002. Giant tusker extinction begins. 22 June 2014: Dr. Wildcat discovers infection in other portions of SCP-6002. Infection designated SCP-6002-B. 24 June 2014: SCP-6002-B is determined to have contaminated the entire genus Duro. Excision of the genus from SCP-6002 is requested and approved. Research begins into other methods of containing SCP-6002-B. 9 July 2014: Despite Foundation efforts, dieoffs among extant members of the Duro genus are observed by civilian researchers. MTF Nu-45 (“Inherit the Wind”) is created to manage ongoing amnestic efforts. 9 September 2014: SCP-6002-B is determined to have contaminated the entire family Pellicea. As family-wide extinctions would substantially worsen the ongoing information security crisis, excision is delayed while other treatments are pursued. 12 October 2014: SCP-6002-B’s impact is discovered within extant members of the Pellicea family by civilian researchers. MTF Nu-45 fails to contain the discovery in time, and news articles on the subject are published by several major media outlets. 29 December 2014: Excision of the Pellicea family from SCP-6002 is ordered by O5 command. Dr. Wildcat delays acting on this order for three days, for which she is reprimanded. 18 February 2015: Members of the Global Occult Coalition (GOC) contact Foundation researchers regarding possible cooperation on research into the sudden extinctions, which they have identified as anomalous. The Foundation denies any knowledge of the issue and refuses cooperation. 4 June 2015: SCP-6002-B is determined to have contaminated 88% of the order Rectus within SCP-6002, comprising some 40,000 organisms. 19 September 2015: First attack on Biological Containment Site-6002 by GOC operatives. Attack is rebuffed and several operatives are detained for questioning. Interviews reveal the GOC is aware of SCP-6002 and believes the Foundation has failed to address the ongoing crisis. 14 January 2016: Outlets including the New York Times, Washington Post, and Los Angeles Times publish reporting on SCP-6002-B by investigative journalists, revealing awareness of SCP-6002-B’s anomalous origin. Mid-level BK-class “Broken Masquerade” scenario declared by O5 command. 19 January 2016: Second attack on Biological Containment Site-6002 by GOC operatives. Operatives work in cooperation with members of the Serpent’s Hand, Chaos Insurgency, and Manna Charitable Foundation. Attack is rebuffed. 12 March 2016: Third attack on Biological Containment Site-6002. GOC operatives work in cooperation with various Groups of Interest and the U.S. military. Site is captured by attackers after 17 hours. Dr. Wildcat and her staff are presumed imprisoned or deceased. High-level BK-class scenario declared. 2 April 2016: MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down") and MTF Alpha-1 (“Red Right Hand”) attempt to retake Biological Containment Site-6002. Operation is unsuccessful. 23 October 2016: Impact of SCP-6002-B is observed across extant individuals from multiple Aeternae phyla. Infection is presumed to have spread to the entire kingdom Aeternae within SCP-6002. 9 July 2017: Dr. Wildcat establishes contact with the Foundation from within SCP-6002 itself. She reveals she has been hiding in the structure’s crown since Biological Containment Site-6002 was captured 16 months earlier. Dr. Wildcat is able to provide vital intelligence regarding GOC operations at the site. 13 August 2017: Acting on Dr. Wildcat’s intelligence, MTF Nu-7 and MTF Alpha-1 recapture Biological Containment Site-6002. 14 August 2017: Dr. Wildcat advocates for the excision of the entire Aeternae kingdom from SCP-6002, arguing that SCP-6002-B will be eliminated by this action before it can spread further. Excision is approved by O5 command on 18 August 2017. 19 August 2017: Mass extinction of 1.3 million species in the kingdom Aeternae begins. Dr. Wildcat works with members of Foundation and civilian ecological teams to redesign heavily-impacted ecosystems via anomalous means. Such operations are widely recognized as Foundation containment efforts during this time, resulting in frequent attacks. 29 July 2020: Final known member of the kingdom Aeternae presumed deceased. Project 6002-ARK effort shifts to mass disinformation and memory editing. Strategies include: global deployment of Class-X amnestics via the jet stream and the water cycle; commandeering of media, government offices and institutions of higher education; expunging of all records regarding minor aetern species; and disguising of records regarding major aetern species via historical and social phenomena, including prominent fiction, the fossil record, cultural traditions and folklore, and conspiracy theories. 4 September 2020: 75% of the global population has either forgotten the existence of aeterns or become convinced that they are fictional creatures. Attacks on Foundation sites substantially decrease. April 24, 2021: MTF Nu-45 declares all knowledge of the kingdom Aeternae absent from human memory and the historical record. Attacks on Foundation sites cease. Veil considered acceptably intact. End log to date Addendum: On 18 May 2021, SCP-6002-B was discovered in SCP-6002’s trunk despite the excision of the kingdom Aeternae. The infection is forecast to reach other kingdoms within 12 months. O5 command has ordered Dr. Wildcat to investigate pre-emptive removal of other sections of SCP-6002 to arrest the infection while Project 6002-ARK disinformation infrastructure remains in place. Addendum 2: Dr. Rose Wildcat is currently missing. Anyone with information regarding Dr. Wildcat’s whereabouts should report it immediately. . . . . [New comment] Wildcat, Dr. Rose M.: When the Foundation first explored the Tree, researchers wrote that they were plagued by strange noises. Howls, rustles, screams. My people have another way of describing these sounds. They are the Tree speaking to us. It speaks with the voice of every living thing. Sometimes, it is the voice of the coyote, boasting of its recent hunts. Other times it is the voice of the smallest bird, somewhere far off in the jungles of another land, calling for its mate. On lucky nights, many voices will rise all together, singing the songs of the forest, or the sea, or the sky. My people once knew these songs well. Then came the Foundation. When it arrived, we were hopeful. We had seen the Tree suffer as human cities grew. We asked the Foundation to help us repair it. Instead, we were rounded up, slain, and erased from the Tree and the land around it. The Foundation believed it had captured all of us. It was wrong. A small group of my tribe’s elders escaped the slaughter. The determined to split up, fleeing to the corners of the Earth to preserve what they knew of the Tree. Some were captured and killed in future years. Others persisted, marrying and raising families. My great grandmother was among them. On my thirteenth birthday, my mother and grandmother took me into the basement of our home and told me about the Tree. They showed me the journals my great grandmother filled, describing the smells and the feel of the branches and the sound of the songs over and over to herself so she would never forget. They told me of the men who had stolen the Tree from us. That day, the Tree became part of my identity, as it had been for generations of my people. I resolved to study, and to work. For ten years, I studied and worked my way to the top of my profession, waiting for the call I hoped would come. Eventually, it did. I was recruited into the SCP Foundation when I was 23 years old, and assigned to a new project researching the Tree. The work was tiring and unforgiving. My only comforts came from being close to the Tree. I slept, worked and lived within it. When the Foundation began experimenting on the Tree, I fought with myself over what to do. Eventually I simply could not stand it, and risked my own life to try and repair their damage. I was found out, of course, and only narrowly escaped execution. I remained on site, bearing the daily insult of Muller’s harassments as best I could, and bided my time. Sweet Amara did her best to cheer me in secret. I was not allowed into the Tree any more. But, even from a distance, I began to hear something behind its songs. A lower, more menacing tone, like a cornered beast. I know now that Muller had already begun to conceal the harm he was doing, and that the sounds I heard were the Tree crying out in pain as the blight spread within its branches. After Amara… After I became site director, I could finally ascend the Tree again and find the source of its pain. When I did, I knew that this was what I had been working for. It was my duty to defend the Tree against the horrors that its oppressors had perpetrated. I brought to bear all my skills, all my education, everything that I was. When the Foundation fell and lost control of the Tree, I fled into its branches, hiding deep inside. It shielded me. I subsisted on its shed growth and continued my work, always aware of the pain behind its songs. It grew louder each day. I became convinced that there was only one way to save it: the infection must be cut away, whatever the cost. Regrettably, I knew I would need the oppressor’s help to do this. So I exchanged the new master for the old and helped the Foundation regain the Tree. Then I cut away every inch of infection I could find, and much more, deeper and deeper into the wood until I was sure that no blight could remain. I knew the harm that this would do, but I also knew that I had saved the Tree. Last week, I discovered that I was wrong. The blight remains. I murdered trillions of creatures across the world, for nothing. That, perhaps, I could have lived with. But when I fled again into the Tree this week, to hide before I could be ordered to continue cutting, I found a truth I cannot face. Its branches have gone silent. The Tree will no longer sing to me. Vúluandsham… Mother… Amara… Forgive me. . . . . COGNITOMOLE WARNING: LIFE SIGNS NOT DETECTED. BIOSIGNATURE LOST. FOR SECURITY PURPOSES, FILE WILL CLOSE AUTOMATICALLY. More From This Author More From This Author bigslothonmyface's Works SCPs SCP-6622 • SCP-8002 • SCP-6250 • SCP-6502 • SCP-8430 • SCP-7340 • SCP-7002 • Tales/GoI Formats Other bigslothonmyface's author page • Footnotes 1. The upper portion of a tree containing its leaves and branches. 2. The process by which cells deteriorate with age. 3. Capable of bodily movement. 4. Requiring food to produce energy. 5. Capable of producing energy from sunlight or other raw sources without consuming food. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6002" by bigslothonmyface, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6003 | pending | PlaguePJP, AnActualCrow, & J Dune: XII by PlaguePJP, AnActualCrow, & J Dune SCP-6003 — Beacon J Dune's Authorpage AnActualCrow's Authorpage PlaguePJP's Authorpage ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6003 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6003-1. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation facility Site-NULL has been constructed above sea-level, 5.5 kilometers west from SCP-6003's shoreline, for the purposes of observation, research, and containment of anomalous phenomena related to the island. SCP-6003's secluded nature is considered sufficient self-containment. In the event of trespassing, individuals are to be detained, and amnestics administered at the discretion of the acting Site Director. UPDATE - 1969/3/14: Due to the events of Incident-6003-KURBAN, all activity on SCP-6003 must be conducted with the use of protective ACaD1 suits engineered to prevent chemical breakdown. Upon conclusion of activities, personnel returning to Site-NULL are to be quarantined inside an ultra-sterile chamber until biological testing indicates that the party is absent of SCP-6003's effects. Suits are then to be incinerated. SCP-6003 Description: SCP-6003 is an island in the Pacific Ocean, located inside an extradimensional pocket at geolocational coordinates 58°33'31.0"N 20°57'57.0"E, inaccessible to individuals who do not meet a set of criteria. Access to SCP-6003 is limited to those with knowledge of the island and/or its coordinates. Travel via sea with the intention of reaching SCP-6003, even without adequate nautical navigational expertise or familiarity with SCP-6003's coordinates, will result in the journeying party locating the island through a poorly understood, non-Euclidean shift between two points. After a duration of ordinary travel, ranging from 45 minutes to 8 hours, individuals have reported navigational instruments ceasing function, and their vessels briefly entering a blanket of fog before emerging 10 kilometers from the island's shoreline. This phenomenon occurs regardless of SCP-6003's proximity to the individual's departure location and does not apply to individuals traveling via aerial locomotion. The only naturally occurring life forms on SCP-6003 are plants, a variety of which are unique to SCP-6003, and SCP-6003-1. SCP-6003-1 is a 50-meter tall, smooth, wooden pillar at the center of SCP-6003, taking the form of an early 1940s lighthouse. SCP-6003-1 is not in an operational state. SCP-6003-1 appears to be one solid piece of hollowed wood, with the topmost section carved into a lantern pane. An entrance into SCP-6003-1 has yet to be discovered, and the structure has proven to be resistant to force during attempts to access its interior. The base is embedded at least 15 meters into the earth and much of the surrounding soil swells, similar to tree roots, around SCP-6003-1, however no analogous structures have been discovered. Radiocarbon dating of SCP-6003-1 has returned incongruent results, ranging from 12,000 BCE to 3 years prior to discovery. Previous signs of habitation exist on SCP-6003, including elaborate ruins, written records, sophisticated technology, and personal effects. Radiocarbon dating and anthropological analysis has determined the civilization that once inhabited SCP-6003 to be upwards of 2000 years old. No supplementary evidence corroborating the existence of this civilization has been found in historical documents, anomalous or otherwise. Likewise, no discernible evidence of trade is recorded in writings recovered from SCP-6003. Despite this, numerous objects and resources recovered from the island, such as cloths, tools, statues, and lodgings, are composed of materials not naturally occurring on SCP-6003 itself, their origin of acquisition remaining unknown. At present, no physical remains have been excavated from SCP-6003. Addendum 6003.1: Recovered Materials SCP-6003 came to the attention of the Foundation upon the passing of O5-6 on 1968/4/03. Among their personal possessions entrusted to the Foundation for further research was a manuscript, heavily water damaged and presumably cut from a larger work. The origin of this text remains unknown. It has been reproduced below. And he said unto Lothos, "Traverse the Seas, the Waters of the World, though come not to that place!" "Craft from Night and bounded hate, a Paradise lived alone." "His meager kingdom ever-still, beneath the Wooded Throne." "Where harrowed Silence permeates, no Reverence maintained." "A quiet corner undisturbed, the sleeping Giant remains." Vantalla took heed of her Master's warning, and wept. Additionally, a document containing the aforementioned coordinates derived from the above passage using numerology, was also entrusted to the Foundation's care. An exploration party was commissioned by the Foundation and made landfall upon SCP-6003 on 1968/8/29. Addendum 6003.2: Initial Exploration and Discoveries On 1968/8/29, members of Mobile Task Force Zeta-67 ("Anchors Aweigh"), and Foundation Researchers Thomas Swaine, Emily Clark, and Rosa Hahm, were deployed to SCP-6003 for a preliminary exploration. Swaine, the research team's head, was instructed to maintain a journal of his thoughts and discoveries. Excerpt From Thomas Swaine's Personal Log 1968/08/29 When the Foundation sends us out, they usually want something in particular. A captured anomaly, a person of interest, something. Getting sent out for preliminary exploration, on the other hand, makes you feel like a ball in a pachinko machine. They're just dropping us and seeing where we land. This time around, we didn't get any concrete instructions other than doing a clean sweep of the place and making sure that everyone gets out in one piece. There was always a chance that those would be at odds with each other, but the higher-ups never were revered for their communication skills. Past the initial shore, there's a ring of craggy, silt-laden plains. A brief trek through the sediment, and we came into a grassy, lush valley. The change in scenery was jarring, but considering the circumstances of our arrival, it wasn't unbelievable; just nonsensical. Then there were the ruins. Lots of them, laid throughout the valley clearing as far as the eye could see. Each building was one long room assorted into horizontal sections. Well, diagonal columns. The thing was that each room was slightly more elevated than the one before it, like a massive, circular staircase. You know the Colosseum? Picture that, but grey, falling apart due to hundreds of years of natural decay, and a thousand times bigger. Source: Footage captured from Thomas Swaine's body camera. Date: 1968/08/29 <Begin Log> Multiple segments of ruins are present as Swaine navigates through their perimeter. Other members of the preliminary research team aren't visible, but Rosa Hahm's voice is audibly distant. Swaine approaches a ruined building composed of what appears to be sandstone near the center of a segment. The ruin is significantly wider than normal, spanning two sections. On the right side of the entrance is a featureless stone pillar, extending to shoulder height. The top edge of the pillar appears significantly more worn than the surrounding structure as if it's been touched by many hands. Swaine enters the ruin. Swaine: I'm seeing a few similarities to the structure of the settlement present here. There's rows of what I assume to be stone benches, and again they're getting progressively taller. These ones look like they're in actual rows though. My best guess is that this was some sort of communal space, but we might need a better understanding of the culture here before we can say for sure. Especially if we want to claim that— Swaine stumbles slightly before catching himself. A stone cylinder, broken less than 2 inches above its base, is sticking out of the ground. Swaine: What— why is that there? As Swaine crouches down to inspect the cylinder, a second stone cylinder is visible between two benches. It has been broken at one end and has a prism embedded in the stone at the other end. Swaine retrieves the second cylinder. Swaine: It doesn't fit perfectly with the bit in the ground, probably because there's some smaller pieces that went missing. Here, let me just… Swaine supports the cylinder with one hand. He shines his flashlight at the prism, the beam diffracting into smaller beams and creating a band of light at around chest height. Swaine: (Pause) Interesting. A primitive light source, looks like. If sunlight got in here… Yeah, this thing could light up an entire room. Swaine sets the cylinder down and approaches the back wall of the ruin through an antechamber. Six haphazardly carved pillars are situated within. The first five have a wooden box on top of them, however the last pillar is coated in a thick, stone-like substance which renders its box fully concealed, if one is present. Swaine: This whole— I'm trying to make sense of this, but everything is either too ancient or in… complete shambles. Look at this! Swaine opens the first box, coughing as a current of dust shoots out as the lid is lifted. He finds a large stone with a crude painting drawn on it. Swaine: I don't even know what I'm supposed to be looking at here. A… piece of a mural? It's too damaged to make out the image. There's five — four more of these we can get to. If we're lucky, we might have a better idea of what we're looking at by the time higher-ups get a hold of this footage. Let's get some close shots of these. Body camera is close to the back wall of the ruin while the sound of a camera shutter can be heard. Swaine inspects approximately 2/3 of the back wall in this manner before stopping and turning to face the entrance. SCP-6003-1 is visible in the distance. Swaine's breath is audibly lighter as he rests on the nearest stone bench. Body camera continues to face the entrance. Swaine is motionless for several minutes, occasionally mumbling to himself. Clarke: (Over Swaine's handheld receiver) Rosa and I finished encircling the ruins. Over. Swaine: Hm? I was… Can you, would you mind repeating that one more time for me? Over. Clarke: The ruins are laid out in a circular formation around the whole island.. We just went around the entirety of it. Gonna try and see what's in the middle. Over. Swaine: Sounds good. I'll start making my way there. Over. <End Log> Afterword: As of this file's previous revision (1977/11/15), no close inspection of the remaining 1/3 of the ruins have been conducted, as environmental conditions on SCP-6003 (See proceeding Addenda for details) have inhibited further investigation. Excerpt From Thomas Swaine's Personal Log (Cont.) 1968/08/29 The outermost rooms had what may have once been 40 centimeters or so of steps, while the innermost ones were stone roofs poking out of the dirt. The low-laying buildings we could access had stairs leading down, so it's clear that they were supposed to be at least partially below ground. Details that would give us a clue as to what happened to the people who once lived here had broken down into nothing useful. If whoever lived here had doors, they had all disappeared by the time we arrived. What's more, the plants had moved in while they were gone. The grass was halfway up our boots and Rosa almost tripped over some of the vines. Twice. The clovers were relatively tame. The front of each ruin always had a gap where a door might have been, with no openings anywhere except (occasionally) the back. Reproduction of a map drawn by Dir. Swaine. Eventually, Rosa pointed out that the houses near the back of each segment were wider than the ones in the front. They weren't in a perfect grid, they were all angled slightly so that the sections pointed towards a single area. We'd only looked at a few buildings, and anything beyond that had been hiding in the fog, so we decided to walk around and figure out how wide the fan of ruins was. Em went to the back of one building, Rosa went to the end of another, and they were planning to walk along by the outermost ruins in opposite directions until they reached opposite ends. Instead, they met on the other side. Since the ruins formed a giant ring, we decided to see what was in the middle; the fog was too thick for our flashlights to be worth a damn, so they had to get close to figure out what was there. They didn't have to finish walking to realize it was a lighthouse. A towering monolith, jutting into the sky like the base of a great tree. It dwarfed the surrounding ruins, yet none of us noticed the structure until we approached the island's center. Now, it was impossible to miss. The tower was crafted from some type of wood. None of us, nor our equipment, could figure out what kind. It was gray, incredibly smooth at first glance, but the fine details revealed twists and curves in the surface as if they were sculpted by expert hands. It was as breathtaking as it was terrifying. No power source, no entrance, but nonetheless, the giant stood, an undeniable testament that something had been here before us. To think that we failed to notice something that commanded such a presence carried another unsettling implication. Addendum 6003.3: Further Findings On 1968/09/04, Excavation Site-C, established in the inner-most circle of ruins in an area believed to hold hierarchical significance2, located a previously unnoticed passageway behind a large, circular sculpture that hung on a wall. The tunnel led to an ornate antechamber, decorated with intricate, lined patterns and complex tapestries on its walls. Beyond this vestibule was a larger room, similar in design, where six rectangular stone boxes were situated. These boxes held pieces of painted stone which were in a state where their contents could be discerned. It is believed that they are similar to the largely incomprehensible mural pieces found during SCP-6003's initial ground exploration. A visual analysis by Researcher Hahm has been included below. Box One: A person coated in heavy, black furs, possibly a humanoid primate, is shown standing on an empty patch of land with their arms outstretched. In front of them, a tree, highlighted by a yellow flash of light, can be seen contorting and changing its shape. Box Two: Depicts two long-ships making port at the northern edge of an island. At the island's center is SCP-6003-1. Its lantern appears to be operational. Positioned near the structure is a skeleton, presumably belonging to the figure in Box One. Box Three: A human figure, drawn with golden paint, most likely the tribe's leader or a figure of social importance, is in front of SCP-6003-1, arms outstretched in a position similar to the first mural. A beam of light is pointed at them. Box Four: SCP-6003-1 is surrounded by trees, animals, overgrown grass, and food. Members of the tribe are kneeling to it and the leader, who is situated in front of SCP-6003-1, now depicted as having a gray crown on their head. Box Five Front: Drawing of the ruins surrounding SCP-6003-1 are now present. The leader is depicted praying to SCP-6003-1 as the rest of the tribe are doing various tasks such as farming, conversing, or dancing. Box Five Back: The tribe surrounds SCP-6003-1. Their faces are weeping, solemn, or distressed. The leader is seen in front of or embedded into SCP-6003-1. Beams of light are shining from them. There is substantially more overgrowth in the background. Box Six: Inaccessible, coated in a gray material covered in a viscous, sap like substance that has been resistant to all attempts at removal. THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT HAS BEEN RELEASED AT THE INTERVIEWEE'S PERSONAL REQUEST Readers are reminded that any claims made in this document have not been verified or endorsed by the SCP Foundation. REQUEST FOR PROJECT TRANSFER Interviewer: Dr. Thomas Swaine Interviewed: Researcher Rosa Hahm <Begin log at 08:23> Swaine: Well I haven't been to the Grand Canyon, but I don't understand why you're asking me about it. Hahm: But have you seen the Grand Canyon. Swaine: I've seen photos of it, if that's what you're asking. Hahm: Then you've seen how time lays on something. You've seen how it wears down the world. It carves the land. It carves buildings. Hell, it carves people. Swaine: Sure. Hahm: Most of that lighthouse is a wood cylinder. It's like a tree, except for the fact that trees have age. They have holes where beetles dug into their bark and scorch marks from old fires. That lighthouse was smooth. The damn thing hasn't been touched. And it doesn't have any actual roots either, because that would imply some sort of change. It would mean that the lighthouse interacted with the rest of the landscape. But the lighthouse and the landscape are completely independent! Swaine: Well, sure. I imagine that it being made of exceptionally strong wood is a part of the anomaly. Hahm: This is more than just strong wood! Living things age. Dead things decay. This does neither. It might as well be nothing. I touched it, I put my weight on it, and I'm still not sure that it even exists. Swaine: Whether or not you're correct, we need to conduct more research. Hahm: Research on what? A small society lives on an island that's nowhere next to a pillar of nothing before disappearing without a trace. You saw those rocks like I did. They weren't made for art. They were made to tell people something. Swaine: I'm aware of that, Rosa. That's exactly why we need to do more research. Hahm: You can do your research on your own, I don't want to end up wherever the hell they went. Swaine: We don't know if they went anywhere. Like you said, things decay and die. This place is ancient, Rosa, and we need to look into every corner before we make any assumptions. Hahm: I'm not going to be here for that. I know when something's wrong. You know it too, and why you're going to these lengths to ignore it is beyond me. Swaine: Listen, to be eligible for a transfer you need to— Hahm: When I was sent here— to conduct preliminary exploration only mind you, not any of that Site-NULL deathtrap you've been going forward with— we were instructed to keep everyone alive. This is me keeping everyone alive. Is that eligible enough for you? Swaine: Unless you can prove that you're at some sort of elevated risk, I can't approve you for a transfer. Hahm: My god, you were there. You looked at the lighthouse. You looked at those rocks. What did you see? (A pause) Swaine: I saw people, Rosa. People who obsessed over something they couldn't understand. <Remainder of log excluded as per interviewee's request> Following a discussion with other Site staff, Researcher Hahm's request for transfer was ultimately approved by Head Researcher Swaine and she was moved off of the project. Despite Hahm's account, other stationed researchers and task force members have not displayed any ill-effects or a desire to leave the SCP-6003 project. Addendum 6003.4: Site-NULL Development on Site-NULL was completed on 1968/09/28, officially establishing Site-NULL as a Secure Facility. Excerpt From Secure Facility Dossier: Site-NULL Site-NULL Site-NULL is a fixed platform, built on eight steel leg supports that have been anchored into the seabed five kilometers from the coast of SCP-6003. A crew of 16 personnel, sourced from the initial exploration team and the Foundation's archaeology department, have been allocated to Site-NULL. The team's lead, Thomas Swaine, was appointed Site Director, with Emily Clarke heading the research department responsible for analyzing phenomena related to SCP-6003. Site-NULL's primary directive is to function in conjunction with archaeological operations conducted on SCP-6003. Six excavation sites have been established across the island in areas that personnel believe will yield results in the recovery of materials belonging to SCP-6003's previous inhabitants. Between October 1st and October 10th, 1968, a number of staff situated at Site-NULL reported numerous anomalous events. Interviews with affected staff allowed for the creation of the following file. Seagulls are repeatedly spotted circling above Site-NULL. Despite there being no recorded deviance from typical seagull appearance and behavior, they are repeatedly described as "vulture-like". As SCP-6003 lacks natural fauna, it is unknown how these animals have reached the island's locus. A rogue wave formed unusually close to land, colliding with Site-NULL. Three personnel are injured. Water faucets at Site-NULL have repeatedly dispensed human blood. Chemical analysis of the fluid indicated it had been heavily diluted with seawater. Multiple radio frequencies used in Site-NULL operations were simultaneously disrupted. Personnel using disrupted channels reported hearing multiple voices conversing in an unknown language. Plant growth in ruins has anomalously accelerated, leading to the entrapment of 2 excavating personnel for several hours. Team was recovered successfully. Fog density near SCP-6003 shoreline has greatly increased. Personnel are advised to exercise extreme caution to avoid running Foundation ships aground. Transmissions consisting of heavy breathing and a wet, shifting noise were intercepted by Site-NULL nightly for two weeks. These messages were determined to originate from SCP-6003. A team surveying SCP-6003's mountains reported seeing a "massive, decaying tree, lined with human eyes" that, when approached, collapsed to the ground with a loud cry before disappearing. Two personnel, who were fishing off Site-NULL's dock for recreational purposes, reeled in a wicker basket that was sealed at the middle, with several holes punched in its top half. When separated, various cloths and a small piece of bark, engraved with a symbol of unknown significance, were found inside. Personnel at Excavation Site-D, while underground, reported hearing jovial sounds coming from the surface, and seeing dancing silhouettes flicker on the walls, as if cast by a flame. Sounds were described as "fleeting", and recalling the experience caused personnel emotional distress, often to the point of tears. MTF Captain, Rianne Langley, refused to emerge from her quarters for three days, citing a claim that SCP-6003-1 was watching and "judging" her. On the fourth day, Langley suffered short-term memory loss, and could not recall the events of the past week. She has since been relieved of her duty at Site-NULL. An archaeological team of four was observed standing in front of SCP-6003-1 for 8 hours, each individual situated in one of the four cardinal directions around the pillar. When questioned, personnel did not view their actions as abnormal. Site-NULL observed a passing vessel on the horizon, described as a longship made from black, curved wood. The ship's bow held up a large figurehead of what appeared to be the head of an ape, with its mouth held open and its eyes replaced with stones. The vessel passed within 10 minutes, undetected by the Site's radar. Personnel report feelings of constantly being observed at Site-NULL and on SCP-6003. Doctor Emily Clarke is overcome with a fit of mania, fully convinced she is suffering an eternal punishment in the afterlife. She repeatedly cried out that vines were constraining her and pulling her into the ground. After several hours, Clarke regained her composure. Noted distress has been observed in her demeanor since, though she has passed all subsequent psychological assessment tests. Several personnel stationed on SCP-6003 reported seeing holes in the ground, with large, human eyes embedded into the earth. They are described as crying. A single, 20 second transmission is intercepted by Site-NULL, consisting of screaming. The message was determined to be sent from SCP-6003. Personnel testing SCP-6003-1's chemical composition experienced minor ground tremors, localized to the area immediately surrounding the pillar. All personnel reported the sensation of hands grabbing onto their lower bodies and pulling. Paul Chandler, Site staff, received medical attention after collapsing in the field. After a prolonged struggle in which he claimed his body was being pierced in multiple locations, he expired. Autopsy revealed his nervous system had been replaced with fibrous tree roots, resulting in heavy damage to his internal physiology. On 1968/10/10, SCP-6003's anomalous weather formation of fog is disrupted for the first time as a storm takes the island. This event is yet to subside. All activity has been relegated to Site-NULL until further notice. The catalyst for these events is unknown and under investigation. Addendum 6003.5: Analysis of SCP-6003-1 Primary bases of operation were erected following Site-NULL's creation. These outposts were located on the far east and west ends of the ruins. During that time, SCP-6003-1 became a point of focus for Director Swaine. Site-322's Joseph Lague, an expert on anomalous ruins and structures, was asked to examine SCP-6003-1. Present Members Thomas Swaine Joseph Lague Source: Footage captured from Thomas Swaine's body camera Date: 1968/10/15 <Begin Log> Personnel are standing a few meters from the base of SCP-6003-1. Sounds of the storm that has enveloped the island are heard throughout the recording. Lague: Wood, right? Swaine: Yup, petrified wood. It's been resistant to all of our attempts at entry. Chances are that whatever petrified this made it anomalously resilient too. Lague: I've heard that they petrify the shelves in the Wanderers' Library, but those shelves had color. They weren't… this. Swaine: The gray is striking. Lague: Very striking. I don't think this came from the Wanderers' Library. It's too attention-grabbing. It was probably more of a beacon for those who lived here than anything else, so it's possible they built it. Swaine: We haven't seen any evidence for that yet. We're under the belief they— Lague: —They built around it. That's probably the case. But it could also be possible that their leader summoned it. Swaine: There are carvings — we're still going through them. Seems like they praised it. Almost as if they were brought here because of it, or at least something relating to it. Lague: So it's an icon. A great one too. Any evidence of this being a structure to honor the dead? Swaine: Not exactly. Lague: I'll get back to you when I can do some more research. Swaine: Thank you. A brief pause. Swaine: Really makes you feel small, doesn't it? Lague: Yeah, I guess it does. I didn’t really think about it until you said so. Swaine: I think it was meant for something or someone. I wonder if they ever saw it. Faint rumbling is heard. The fog above the two personnel is illuminated by a blinding white light, which slowly begins to spin. Dr. Lague leaves Swaine, who is staring at the light. Lague approaches the base of SCP-6003-1. Swaine: Oh. I— It hasn't done that yet. Lague: Tom, come here. Look at this. Swaine: Yeah? The grass surrounding SCP-6003 is fading in color, slowly turning from a vivid green to a muted gray. Swaine: I don't understand. Lague: I'm grabbing a sample. Dr. Lague reaches for a reed of grass. When his fingers touch it, the plant crumbles into ash. <End Log> Afterword: SCP-6003-1's lantern has remained constantly active since this event. Over the proceeding five days, the discoloration of plant life spread at an approximate speed of 0.5 meters per hour. This rate slowly accelerated over the course of another week at a constant rate. The recovered substance from Dr. Lague found that the grass reed was being destroyed on a molecular level. Its cells were still intact, however in stasis and inert. Containment efforts began following this discovery. Partial Containment Log Proposed Containment Effort Ignite affected plant life through use of controlled burns to limit the spread of anomalous discoloration. Result Ineffective. The spread continued accelerating through the burned plant life. Proposed Containment Effort Clear the island of all personnel. Result Ineffective. The discoloration continued through the island, spreading throughout the ruins and Foundation outposts. Proposed Containment Effort Decomissioning of SCP-6003-1. A nuclear explosive would be detonated on SCP-6003, at the base of SCP-6003-1. Result Denied by Dir. Swaine. Researchers are currently searching for a cause for this incident. At the present moment, the spread has ceased at the edges of the island. MTF Zeta-67 ("Anchors Aweigh") was deployed for an exploration of SCP-6003 in an effort to assess any potential damage. Team members were outfitted with standard hazardous environment equipment along with body cameras. Addendum 6003.6: Mobile Task Force Investigation Present Members Dr. Thomas Swaine — Remote Commander ζ-67 White — Captain ζ-67 Mako ζ-67 Blue Source: Footage compiled from ζ-67’s body cameras Date: 1968/10/20 <Begin Log> ζ-67 | White: We've landed. There is a light cracking sound with each step the members take, as well as rainfall. Occasionally, the sound of thunder can be heard. ζ-67 | Mako: It feels like I'm stepping in snow. Is this grass? Swaine: It was. Through the fog, SCP-6003-1's light can be seen spinning in the distance, briefly illuminating the distant ruins and the team members. Swaine: Proceed to the ruins. There’s a section of the main building we weren’t able to access previously. ζ-67 | Blue: Copy that. ζ-67 | Mako: Beginning approach now. Blue slides his hand along the outer walls of a building. It flakes off. ζ-67 | Blue: Are we at risk for structural collapse in here? I could tear a piece out if I tried hard enough. Swaine: It's possible that enough force may cause a chain collapse. Proceed in and don't lean on anything. The room we're looking for is located through that northern-most antechamber ζ-67 | White: Understood. The team proceeds. ζ-67 | Mako: Grabbing a sample. Pause. This is so odd. ζ-Mako peels a layer of the cobblestone flooring. ζ-67 | Mako: It's like dry sand. ζ-67 | White: Or chalk. ζ-67 | Mako: Command is there anywhere else we need— All members pause, then quickly cup their hands over their ears. Silence, save for the rain, for ten seconds. Swaine: Status report, White. Do you copy? Command is ignored. ζ-67 | Blue: What the hell was that? ζ-67 | White: No clue. ζ-Mako shudders. ζ-67 | Blue: Where did that come from? Mako, you alright? ζ-67 | Mako: Yeah yeah, I'm fine. Swaine: Explain, White. ζ-67 | White: Oh, I read you. Did the mic not pick it up? Swaine: What, did you hear something? ζ-67 | White: Yeah, It was like stone scraping on stone. ζ-67 | Mako: Nails on a chalkboard. SCP-6003-1's light passes through the windows of the building, briefly illuminating the team. ζ-67 | White: We'll check through the recording when we get back. Permission to proceed, command? Swaine: Granted. Zeta-67 passes through the antechamber and into a room where six pillars are seen. The sixth one is coated in a calcified, stone-like material. Swaine: At your three near the eastern wall. Sixth pillar. ζ-67 | Mako: Roger. ζ-Blue breaks away. He approaches the western wall and begins inspecting the first box. ζ-67 | White: This one? Swaine: Yes. We believe there is one more inscription somewhere in that wall. Use your knives, scrape against the wall and find it. ζ-67 | White: Roger. ζ-67 | Mako: Roger. Beginning now ζ-White and ζ-Mako begin removing sections of the coating. Swaine: Where the hell is Blue? ζ-67 | White: Huh? ζ-67 | Mako: Command, can you repeat the question? Swaine: Your third teammate, Blue, where is he? ζ-67 | Mako: Who? ζ-67 | White: It's only us here, sir. Is everything alright? Swaine: What are you— ζ-67 | Mako: I got something. A partial stone box is seen on ζ-Mako's body camera. Swaine: I— Continue, please. ζ-Mako and ζ-White begin pulling from the same area. Swaine: Blue, do you copy? ζ-67 | Blue: And he said unto Lothos, 'Traverse the Seas, the Waters of the World— Swaine: Blue? Blue, I hear you. Do you copy? Please return to your team. ζ-67 | Blue: —though come not to that place!' 'Craft from Night and bounded hate— Swaine: Blue, this is Tom Swaine. You're disregarding my orders. ζ-67 | Blue: —a Paradise lived alone.' ζ-Mako and ζ-White begin scraping at a much faster pace. Swaine: Mako? White? Intervene, now! ζ-67 | Mako: We're almost done here. ζ-67 | Blue: —'His meager kingdom ever-still, beneath the Wooded Throne.' Swaine: That's a goddamn order, Mako. Your teammate is in distress. ζ-67 | Blue: 'Where harrowed Silence permeates— Approximately half of the stone box is now revealed. ζ-67 | Blue: —no Reverence maintained.' Swaine: White? White! White do you copy? ζ-67 | Blue: 'A quiet corner undisturbed, the sleeping— ζ-67 | White: I copy, sir. ζ-Mako and ζ-White increase their speed. Swaine: Do you hear me, goddamn it? Blue get back to your team, now. ζ-67 | Blue: —Giant remains.' ζ-67 | White: Loud and clear. We're almost done here. Swaine: Goddamn it, Blue — Anthony, listen to me. You're going to be alright. ζ-67 | Blue: —Vantalla took heed of her Master's warning, The box is revealed. ζ-67 | Blue: —and wept. ζ-White pries the box open; inside of it is another decorated stone. It depicts members of the civilization lined up outside of SCP-6003-1. The ones closest to it appear to be entering it. Swaine: Blue? ζ-White turns around, finding ζ-Blue completely still. ζ-67 | White: Blue? Oh God, Blue? ζ-67 | Mako: Oh no. ζ-Blue's body becomes duller, as if all the color is being sucked out of him by an unknown force. Within seven seconds, ζ-Blue is completely colorless. Starting at the base of his feet, the matter comprising the body takes on a chalky, flaky appearance. This deterioration climbs slowly up his body, until the entirety of it is transfigured into the substance. Swaine: Hello? White do you copy? Mako? ζ-White approaches ζ-Blue and places a hand on his shoulder. The body collapses into a mound of ash. ζ-67 | White: C— copy. Swaine: Mako? Hello? ζ-White turns back to Mako, who is now undergoing the degradation. She is suffering in the final stages of the conversion before ζ-Mako collapses. Swaine: Oh God. <END LOG> SCP-6003 remains evacuated. Site-NULL is currently operating through remote containment procedures. Personnel are no longer permitted to travel to SCP-6003. Addendum 6003.7: Recovered Materials from Director Thomas Swaine On 1968/10/23, three days after the Mobile Task Force mission, Director Swaine was discovered to be missing, leading to Dr. Clarke being designated as a temporary site-director. An investigation ensued, however, the causal factors of this event still remain unknown. During said investigation, a number of journal entries beginning after Rosa Hahm's dismissal as well as multiple requests for additional personnel from Swaine were discovered. They are presented chronologically below. 05/09/1968 I can't believe I let Rosa walk like that. She was a good researcher, one with skill and potential. I think she knew that though, and perhaps that scared her. Well, something scared her. There's nothing on this island — nothing I can look at and feel frightened by. Its peaceful, there's a calm stillness not found elsewhere, especially in my line of work. I looked at everything she did and felt the opposite. Maybe it's me who's blind to it all. Maybe there is something so vivid and so intense that my brain rolls over it. Rosa would be smart then, and I'd be the fool. I examined the same rocks she did and understood the same thing she had. What am I missing? There were people here once. They lived here, they worshiped a God who provided for them — a God who is now defunct, as are they. I guess I should have fought harder to keep her. Maybe I'd understand what she was so adamant about. Maybe I'd listen. Date: 1968/05/08 Request For: Additional personnel Notes: Researcher Rosa Hahm (lvl 3) has been transferred to another project. Replacement needed. Status: Denied Date: 1968/10/4 Request For: Additional personnel Notes: Anomalous activity has disrupted our team (which was a skeleton crew to begin with). Lots of people have been working overtime, but the lack of sleep is starting to get to all of us. Additionally, prior requests for additional personnel have yet to be addressed. A transfer is sorely needed. Status: Denied 10/10/1968 Emily had a breakdown earlier today. She kept begging me to forgive her. I'm losing my grip on this position. Nothing really prepares a person for something like this, to have everyone's lives and wellbeing placed in my hands, only for them to slip through my fingers drip by drip. Emily kept babbling about falling and a snake wrapping around her and squeezing her. I gathered everyone up after we had Emily sedated. We tried to think of answer but no one had anything. I told them that the lighthouse had turned on and —they looked at me like I was crazy. No one else saw it, apparently. I showed them the video and they asked me where it was filmed. No one could find Joseph either. The meeting went nowhere. Joseph thinks we triggered when we were forming the dig sites. We're looking into that whenever we can get to the island. The only consensus I can get is that we all feel like there's something or someone two inches behind us, but every time we turn around they're gone. Like we're stuck in a dream unable to run away from the nightmare that's slowly gaining on us. I need more people. I need someone to help us stay sane and work though this. 10/22/1968 I sent our only protection to die today. I can't figure out if I'm to blame or the lighthouse. They'll never believe me when I say it. It's still watching me as I write this. Emily says I'm paranoid and that we're safe here. Are we safe anywhere near this god forsaken place? I had to abandon my men and they were rendered to chalk. To ash. To nothing, Date: 1968/10/22 Request For: Additional personnel Notes: We're all cramped on the oil rig and burnt out as hell. Sarah Huxley's femur was broken by the rogue wave from a few weeks ago and she still isn't ready to work again. I don't know if Rosa has been talking to whoever is in charge of the transfers, but she wasn't in any real danger. I only let her transfer because I realized she was too out of her mind to get any work done if she had stayed. Our only task force agents are gone. We're hardly able to step on that island without more manpower. Until then, you're putting our lives at risk. Status: Denied Date: 1968/10/23 Request For: Additional personnel Notes: Do you know what it's like over here? Do you know that the "nonessential personnel" I dismissed was just Sarah, who was hopped up on so much oxycodone she couldn't tell up from down? In case you haven't been sticking hidden microphones everywhere, here's your fucking site dossier: Site-NULL is an oil rig gone to shit. The Level Fives stopped letting anyone into the site after Rosa Hahm ran her mouth off to them. Fuck whoever was already working there, I guess. Researchers are getting injured? Anomaly is becoming more and more dangerous? Not a problem! While higher-ups were busy sitting on their hands, all personnel at Site-NULL were transformed into feral and burnt out creatures, working 100 hour weeks and drinking more espresso than water. Site Director Thomas Swaine can be found in his quarters working, eating, or sleeping. He keeps the door locked in case the rest of the team stages a mutiny, which should happen pretty soon! He predicts that if no additional personnel are transferred, the Insurgency or the Serpents or Anderson or whoever the hell needs people familiar with anomalies is going to get some new recruits within the next few months. Or maybe they'll all be dead. We need more personnel. This isn't a request, it's a demand. Status: Pending… I don't know what else to do. The following night, Site-NULL's surveillance drones alerted Site command that an unknown person had landed on SCP-6003. An attempt to contact this person via the pre-existing outposts failed on account of the decay and weather conditions by the persisting storm. After twelve minutes, this person remotely connected with Site command on their own accord via a body camera. Source: Footage captured from Thomas Swaine's body camera. Date: 1968/10/25 <Begin Log> Dir. Swaine is standing in front of SCP-6003-1. The sounds of the storm drown out the sound of his microphone, adding significant feedback to his responses. Clarke: What the hell are you doing? Swaine: I'm sorry. I had to see it. Clarke: Tom, get back here, now. This is extremely dangerous Swaine: Hahm was right. She was right about it all. They went in there. I don't know why. Maybe it wanted them to. Maybe it told them. They loved it, though. The camera pans up. SCP-6003-1's beam can be seen rotating. Swaine remains silent on this image for three minutes and thirty-two seconds. Clarke's attempts to converse with Swaine are fruitless and have been expunged from this record for brevity. Swaine: I think about it a lot. We have these plants, completely unnatural to this world, and these ruins, an unnatural addition to this island. You know what was always here though? This was. It's the only thing watching this island; watching us. Camera pans back to the front. SCP-6003-1's beam appears to pause. The camera feed is overexposed. Swaine: The people who were here figured that out too. They knew it was only safe in there. Loud scraping is heard. Swaine: You just have to understand that— The feed is now visible again. A large gap is seen in SCP-6003-1's walls. The interior is pitch black. Swaine: —Then, it will accept you. Swaine enters. The feed goes to static for three seconds. Swaine: I knew it. Swaine is now standing on a barren field. Snow or ash is raining from above him. The entirety of the expanse is in grayscale. Swaine begins to pace forward silently, following multiple sets of footsteps. Swaine: They left a path for us. [Fourteen minutes redacted for brevity. Swaine intermittently recites the passage from Addendum.6003.1 to himself quietly.] Approximately five meters in front of Swaine is what appears to be a massive tangle of vines and roots. They are a vivid brown in color. Swaine: It all makes sense — The poem, it was right. I thought it was a warning, I really did. Swaine is now standing close to the colossal bundle of roots. At least two hundred corpses are entwined within it, dressed similarly. They can all be seen slowly exhaling and inhaling in unison. Comparison of footage showed that their breathing pattern corresponded to each rotation of SCP-6003-1's lantern. Three bodies are noticed, closer to the outside than the others. Swaine approaches them. While their clothes are identical to the other corpses, they are all bearing the insignia of MTF Zeta-67 on their right biceps. Swaine: —It wasn't. It really wasn't. It wouldn't let anything else die on its watch. It stopped death. It conquered death. (Swaine begins to cry.) That's why it took the island back and took our agents, It's — it's saving them. We woke it up and— and it wants to save me. I understand. Anything's better than the expanse, the not knowing, the struggle. And for what? A pat on the back? Moments of bliss that won't last? We'll come and go, and suffer in the process while you— you'll be here for as long as this lighthouse stands. This is beautiful. This— At the center, a more ornately-dressed corpse is wrapped by roots around its torso. A gray crown is laying at the left of its head. Swaine: This is your — our throne. The body camera is released and falls to the ground; the feed is now obscured. Stretching and slithering are heard for approximately twelve seconds, then the sound of tightening and wet movement. The feed continues for another three hours. The only noticeable sounds are breathing. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Anomalous Corrosion and Degredation 2. Due to its size, sophistication, and the presence of a throne. 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SCP-6004 | keter | Item #: SCP-6004 Site Responsible: AVSNTS Site-40 Director: Allan Tibbals Research Head: Kate Lloyd Assigned Task Force: MTF Omicron-40 Level 4/6004 CLASSIFIED Hong Kong, 12 minutes prior to being destroyed by SCP-6004. Rock art depicting SCP-6004. Carbon dating places it as being made approximately 60,000 years ago. Item #: SCP-6004 Special Containment Procedures: Despite the best efforts of the Foundation, SCP-6004 remains uncontainable until such a time that drastically more powerful containment measures are made available, or SCP-6004 returns to an inactive state of its own accord. As such, current containment procedures revolve around the preparation for such a time, and minimising collateral damage caused by its current state. SCP-6004 is to be constantly monitored via remaining functional satellite imagery, with satellite arrays to be appropriated from world governments if necessary. Constant reports of its location, direction, speed and activities are to be provided at all times to better aid global task forces in the evacuation of populations from likely attack sites and impact zones. Due to the volume of casualties, civilians with better chances are prioritised at the discretion of task force members on the ground. Aid shelters and temporary housing are to be provided in rural, remote and off the grid areas including small towns, Foundation containment sites, and settlements previously attacked by SCP-6004. To avoid drawing the attention of SCP-6004, all Foundation sites are to minimise pollution and carbon emissions as best as possible, with the aim of switching to solar, geothermal or nuclear power as soon as is feasible. Research into the most effective anomalous containment measures and weaponry is to be carried out on Foundation and Global Occult Coalition sites globally, with both organisations to collaborate on these projects. Amnestic production has been increased by 230% in order to return the world's unawareness of the veil following SCP-6004's successful containment. Description: SCP-6004 is a massive serpentine entity of variable size, measuring between 0.2 and 1900km in length, with mass proportional to its length. While its physiology varies from resembling various Australian ophidians, its colouration has consistently been primarily black with dull prismatic stripes running vertically down its length, with a pale underbelly. SCP-6004 possesses a pair of horns and a larger array of teeth, more than what would be expected or biologically possible in non-anomalous ophidians. Horns feature thousands of engraved depictions of wildlife. SCP-6004 is observed to move at abnormally fast speeds, often in excess of 1,200kph on land and 2,800kph underwater. This movement often creates large rifts in the terrain, and tsunamis in the water, along with sonic concussions both in and out of the water. SCP-6004 exhibits strength and durability far beyond what its proportions would suggest, having bite force strong enough to crush KEY Units, destroy mountains and throw itself into the upper troposphere. It is able to fly at this altitude in a fashion similar to swimming. By maintaining consciousness, SCP-6004 is able to alter weather patterns and atmospheric conditions on a global scale at will, primarily by exerting a mild cooling effect on the earth’s average temperature by 2 degrees Celcius. This effect varies in intensity and effect locally, with the most significant changes being intensified snowfall in glacial areas and poles, increased rainfall in arid areas, and severe thunderstorms globally. The most directly threatening use of SCP-6004's ability to control weather conditions is when directly within its line of sight, often in response to outside stimulus or its theoretical emotional state. This most commonly takes the form of severe thunderstorms, hurricane generation, torrential rain and the generation of extremely large waves. It uses this ability primarily as a form of offense in an area, typically striking cities, mines and power plants with severe weather events before striking physically. Rain generated in this form has been observed to spontaneously generate plant life within its area of effect. This flora has been observed to grow extremely rapidly, and is at times hostile to human life. SCP-6004 possesses several powerful anomalous qualities regarding itself. Thaumaturgical scans have shown that SCP-6004 possesses a form of selective tangibility, which has been observed at times of attack1. It often uses this ability when swallowing organic materials, primarily animals, while avoiding swallowing earth or buildings. SCP-6004 is known to consume living human persons when besieging populated areas, and is often observed regurgitating various fauna local to the immediate area. Addendum 6004-1: ++ DISCOVERY AND EARLY HISTORY OF SCP-6004. Close Discovery and early investigation into SCP-6004 Statement from Site Director Allan Tibbals Prior to the discovery of SCP-6004 in the March of 2020, there was much discussion within the Foundation regarding how much humanitarian aid to provide towards fighting the 2019-2020 Australian bushfires. We of course knew they were not our problem to deal with, being the result of non-anomalous climate change and poor government action, but it is human nature to want to help one another, and in the case of those of us at Australian sites, our homelands. Still, despite my own feelings towards the matter, we at Site 40 were spread too thin to offer any more than nominal support to fire-fighters and rescue groups, particularly with the growing concern that we had towards the unusual seismic activity being felt around the Australian continent. We knew it was anomalous, emails and communications were sent back and forth discussing what to do. Ultimately, survey teams were dispatched to find their source, but due to the fires these efforts were less than successful. We decided to wait until things calmed down before trying again. We all know now what a mistake that was. The lesson to be learned here is simple. We need to stop working around the poor decisions made by the non-anomalous world, and act more directly. Had we done that, we wouldn't be in the mess we now find ourselves. Discovery of SCP-6004. Beginning in December 1988, unusual seismic activity began to be detected throughout mainland Australia, and in particular around the eastern coast of New South Wales. Initially, this was not believed to be anomalous, and was ignored. However, over the following years, this seismic activity grew in intensity and frequency, until finally in 2019 it was decided that investigators would be dispatched from Site-40 to investigate. Investigation showed that the source of this seismic activity was located within Wollemi National Park, an area comprised of 501,703 hectares of wilderness located between the Blue Mountains. Investigations were halted before more precise measurements could be taken by the 2019-2020 bushfire season, when intense wildfires affected the area in question, and it was decided that investigation would resume upon the fires being put under control. While waiting for conditions to improve, drastically more intense seismic activity was detected from within the area, culminating on the 10/2/2020 when fire-fighter Mark Delaney was reported to have disobeyed orders while attempting the rescue of a panicked civilian who had fled into dangerous terrain within Wollemi national park. The subsequent events led to SCP-6004 emerging from a subterranean cavern and departing the area. Foundation investigation into this event uncovered the remains of Mr. Delaney pinned beneath a large granite boulder located in close proximity to the ruined entrance to a large subterranean cabin, surrounded by evidence of rock slides and an emergence event. The examination of Mr. Delaney's remains revealed a portable video camera was worn on his helmet, and captured the events following his attempted rescue of the as yet unknown civilian leading up to the emergence of SCP-6004. A transcript of the recovered footage follows: Footage begins showing Mark Delaney among other fire-fighters, standing among several parked fire trucks. Fire-fighters can be seen attempting to suppress intense fire fronts with high pressure hoses, and visibility is very poor due to smoke and reflected light from intense flames. Mr. Delaney is requesting support from another fire-fighter in retrieving a ladder from a fire truck, when an unidentified woman is seen running towards the flames. Beginning of video file Delaney: Stop right there! The woman appears unable to hear Mr. Delaney, and is a highly panicked state. She continues into the woodland at speed, with Mr. Delaney giving chase. Another fire-fighter can faintly be heard calling for him to stop. Woman: Jaimie!? Jaimie come back! Delaney: Oi, no! It's too hot! Cameras view is largely obscured by smoke and embers as Mr. Delaney inters the woodland. The path appears wide, but is surrounded by intense flames. All that can be heard is the roar of the flames. Mr. Delaney continues to chase after the woman, occasionally swearing. The camera jolts violently for eight (8) seconds, causing Mr. Delaney to fall. He returns to his feet and resumes running. Delaney: Fuck me, it's getting worse, shit! Lady, come back! Mr. Delaney occasionally loses sight of the woman, running for an additional 83 seconds before entering a clearing on the edge of a ravine. Past the ravine a mass of flaming wilderness can be seen. The unidentified woman can be seen cowering at the edge of the ravine. Delaney: Come here! Mr. Delaney approaches the woman, grabbing her and examining her. She appears hysterical and unresponsive to Mr. Delaney’s questioning. Delaney: Fucking hell, ok, ok. Mr. Delaney, lifts the woman out of frame, presumably into a fireman’s carry. The camera swings over the edge of the ravine, showing a large reptilian mass partially exposed by a fissure in the ground. Delaney: Fuck me… The reptilian mass shifts, with the movement seemingly causing another earth tremor. Mr. Delaney stumbles, hanging onto the ground. A jutting ledge on the opposite side of the ravine splits from the surrounding earth, with several flaming trees falling onto the scaled mass. The mass flinches away from the burning vegetation, and much more severe tremors begin. An extremely loud roaring sound can be heard, cutting out the audio for the remainder of the footage. The scaled mass retreats beneath the earth. The camera looks toward the sky, showing several lightning flashes through the smoke and rain beginning to fall. Camera shake presumed to be a result of the earth tremors worsens, as the ravine returns to view. A much larger mass emerges from the earth, resulting in the upheaval of a significant quantity of stone and earth. Frame by frame analysis shows that the mass is the head of SCP-6004, on fire and visibly roaring. Mr. Delaney and the unidentified woman are thrown back, with the camera pointed to the sky. SCP-6004 can be seen rising into the air before disappearing in the smoke. Torrential rain begins to fall into frame, flames recede. END LOG Following the emergence of SCP-6004 severe thunderstorms rapidly formed over bushfire affected areas in Australia, effectively dousing them by mid March. While the Foundation began to track SCP-6004, investigation revealed that areas affected by these thunderstorms began to exhibit anomalously rapid plant growth. Additionally, both Foundation and mundane weather monitoring organisations detected a reversing of global warming trends. Addendum 6004-2: Early behaviour of SCP-6004. Initially, SCP-6004 remained airborne within these thunderstorms, which progressively expanded in area and began appearing further and further from the location of its origin point. Foundation monitors quickly realised that the anomalous rains formed by SCP-6004 were mainly forming above areas affected by desertification and deforestation. During the initial phase of SCP-6004 remaining within Australian borders, these storms covered thousands of square kilometres of farmland, forests, residential areas and cities. This was accompanied by large scale destruction of property as large trees displaced structures. Multiple Foundation sites were mobilized to aid in the search, rescue and relocation efforts in aid of those affected by the event, with Global Occult Coalition forces offering support. Meanwhile, multiple unsuccessful efforts were made by the Foundation to neutralise SCP-6004, which had been determined to be the logical cause of these events. These attempts were typically met with violence from SCP-6004, often in the form of lightning strike or bites. It was during one of these failed attempts that SCP-6004 was first observed to attack a human settlement. On the 27/3/2020, SCP-6004 directly attacked the city of Canberra. At 10:47AM intense thunderstorms formed over the city, with wind speeds measuring over 140kph. This was promptly followed by SCP-6004 descending from the cloud canopy and making landfall, having attained an unknown size and mass. It proceeded to strike and bite the ground across the city, swallowing a great measure of infrastructure as well as the city's inhabitants. Notably, SCP-6004 targeted Parliament house in particular, flinging most of the building and its occupants into the air with extreme force, with some debris and individuals2 later being seen orbiting earth. This attack prompted response from multiple Foundation Mobile Task forces, including both Eta-5 ("Jäeger Bombers") and Tau-5 ("Samsara"), but by time of arrival SCP-6004 had departed and 74% of Canberra had been destroyed, with 197,728 persons missing. No dead bodies were found, and survivors were subjected to mass amnesticisation with the cover story of an asteroid impact. Despite renewed efforts from both the Foundation and the GOC to neutralise, redirect or otherwise contain SCP-6004, it continued to attack human settlements, largely targeting cities, mines, areas of intense pollution and coal fire power plants. Each of these attacks resulted in the majority of the population of a given area being consumed by SCP-6004, with surviving CCTV footage showing SCP-6004 to be simultaneously tangible and intangible as it visibly phased through structures believed to have been deliberately left intact by the entity. Following these attacks, SCP-6004 has always been observed to travel to remote locations and regurgitate consumed materials. Ensuing investigation into these sightings showed drastically increased wildlife populations in areas where SCP-6004 was seen to vomit, as well as increased fertility in the soil. Due to the scale of the damage caused by SCP-6004, survivors began to be housed in safer areas of locations previously attacked by SCP-6004. Temporary power sources became necessary on a large scale, due to the disruption to power grids, with many turning to solar power. During resettlement, many survivors and Foundation staff reported a large increase in the populations of native wildlife, which did not interfere in resettlement efforts. In late February, the Foundation, the Global Occult Coalition, Marshall Carter and Dark Ltd., and a major sect of the Church of the Broken God came to a truce so as to determine a method of control and containment of SCP-6004. A think tank was organized involving various experts from across the aforementioned organizations to try and establish a working theory of the nature of 6004. Each group independently presented noteworthy similarities between SCP-6004 and Australian Aboriginal dreamtime stories of the 'Rainbow Serpent'. Research into all available folklore and consultation with relevant unaffiliated persons was initiated with the goal to find a ritual or other avenue of interference that could be used in the containment of the entity. Parallel with the think tank, the Foundation and Global Occult Coalition began expedited development of experimental weaponry, designed with assumptions that SCP-6004 shared metaphysical similarities with [DATA REDACTED]. This project came to be known as Project MONGOOSE. Addendum 6004-3: ++ EFFECTS OF SCP-6004 ATTACK. Close Discoveries of SCP-6004 attack after-effects. Following the destruction of Sydney, an investigatory unit operating out of Site 40 were deployed to the area in an attempt to gather any information possible about SCP-6004 and its effect on areas attacked by it. As this was the first major city to be destroyed by SCP-6004 it was hoped that some significant information would be discovered. At 3:21 AM Survey Team 40 arrived in northern Sydney and were instructed to head for Rushcutters Bay via the city center, as the destruction was particularly intense in the former region. Survey Team 40 was instructed to document and mark the locations of any notable anomalies that had resulted from SCP-6004's attack, as well as mark survivors locations with flares for Foundation rescue teams. The following is a video log taken from Cpt. John Vercoe's body camera of the resulting events, with irrelevant sections removed for brevity's sake. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 7/4/2020 Exploration Team: Survey Team 40 Subject: SCP-6004 Team Lead: Cpt. John Vercoe Team Members: Sgt. Brendan Harlowe, Cpl. Irwin Porosus, Cpl. Eve Barahona. [BEGIN LOG] [Cameras view shows that Survey Team 40 is travelling on foot through Sydney city center. Much of the surrounding structures are severely damaged by emerging plant life, particularly large eucalyptus trees, along with signs of massive impact events. There is steady rain, and occasional flashes of lightning. Cpl. Porosus can be seen in the lead, using a chainsaw to remove fallen timbers from their path. Cpl. Barahona stands guard nearby, with her weapon aimed at the tree canopy above them. The rest of the team is currently off camera.] Vercoe: We are removing debris from our path and should be within the area of interest shortly command. [Cpl. Porosus saws through a fallen beam, causing most of the debris to slide away.] Porosus: That'll do it. Vercoe: Good work, keep going team, remember, eyes open. Watch the trees for movement and stay away from anything obviously unstable. Barahona: Yes Captain. Harlowe: Affirmative. Porosus: Mhm. [The team continues south via the road, often climbing over roots and through vegetation.] Porosus: You see all those koalas boss? [Camera swivels upwards, showing eight koalas (Phascolarctos cinereus) within the treetops looking down at the team.] Vercoe: Well they definitely weren't living here before. Harlowe: Cute though. Barahona: Marking it. Vercoe: Command, we have a large number of koalas here, couldn't have been here before, marking the location now. Command: Affirmative, this is consistent with other attack locations, continue to your destination. Vercoe: Affirmative, move out guys. [Survey Team continues along the route, frequently seeing wildlife. Animals seen universally avoid the team, with the exception of multiple snakes, which raise their heads and watch the team pass.] Barahona: I don't like that, do we have antivenin ready Captain? Vercoe: A dose for each of us, just stamp your feet as you walk and they'll leave us alone. Harlowe: I swear, I keep seeing something big in the trees. Vercoe: Where? Point it out. Porosus: Movement! [Camera swivels to the direction indicated by Porosus. A large mass can be seen moving behind some vegetation. The team train their weapons on it, with Porosus taking cover by a car close to the vegetation.] Vercoe: Command, unidentified creature has been spotted. Going to attempt to flush it out. Command: Be careful. Vercoe: Barahona, toss that stone behind the bushes, see if it runs out. [Barahona can be seen nodding, reaching to grab a fragment of concrete, looking to Cpt. Vercoe before throwing the stone. There is a dull thud and a deep grunting sound from the bushes as the creature moves towards the team.] Barahona: Shit, I hit it! Vercoe: Into cover now! [Barahona can be seen ducking into cover by a pile of rubble, and the camera begins to jolt in time with the sounds of the creatures footsteps. Vegetation is increasingly disturbed as it approaches.] Harlowe: Fuck, it sounds huge. Vercoe: Calm yourself, here it comes. [A large brown furred quadruped measuring approximately 2m tall emerges from the bushes, snorting and grunting. It stops upon reaching the clearing where the survey team is and looks around at its surroundings.] Porosus: Is that a giant wombat? Vercoe: Command, identification? Do we know what this is? Command: Nothing in our databases, this isn't a known anomaly. Evans here says it looks like reconstructions of diprotodon, an extinct giant wombat. Harlowe: What the fuck. [The diprotodon begins to snort and throw its head in the air aggressively, pawing at the ground, approaching Sgt Harlowe. Harlowe aims his weapon at it and begins backing away, while the animal continues to approach him.] Harlowe: Fuck off! Get back fucker! Vercoe: Harlowe, slowly back away, stop shouting. Porosus: Barahona, get the trauma kit ready, just in case. [Sgt. Harlowe begins to back away from the diprotodon, which in turn stops before roaring at him. Sgt. Harlowe flinches, but returns to cover. Movement can be seen in the treetops behind him, but is not noticed by the team. After a moment, the diprotodon snorts and begins eating grass before returning to the bushes.] Vercoe: Everyone alright? Harlowe: I guess. Barahona: I think the sarge needs new pants. Harlowe: Fuck off. Porosus: Fine. Vercoe: Enough, we need to keep moving. I don't want to be here if 6004 comes back. Porosus: Mhm. Barahona: So it's making extinct animals too, not just koalas. Vercoe: Looks that way. Anomalously grown plant life illuminated by helicopter spotlight within Sydney's ruins. [Team continues towards Rushcutters Bay, eventually reaching the edge of a large crater formed by SCP-6004 striking at the earth. Trees and vines can be seen growing visibly larger within the crater, and kangaroos are foraging among the area.] Porosus: Fuck me, how big must that snake be to do this? Vercoe: Varies, eggheads at 40 say it changes between about 400 metres to over a thousand k's long. Barahona: Jesus. Vercoe: Command, we're going to need to detour around this crater. Command: Roger. Be advised we have detected movement in the trees and buildings above you. Be careful. Harlowe: Fuck, diprowombats? Porosus: Diprotodon. Barahona: Diprotodon. Harlowe: Who cares, whatever. Vercoe: Quiet. Acknowledged command, team, eyes up high. Porosus: Mhm. [Survey Team 40 continues along the lip of the crater, before coming to a ruined apartment block overhanging the edge. A group of large kangaroos approximately 2.5m tall are grazing beside it, looking over at the team.] Vercoe: Hold up, go around them, don't want to piss them off if we don't have to. Barahona: They're huge. Command: Evans has identified those as Procoptodon goliah, an extinct short faced kangaroo. Given their size I would recommend caution. Vercoe: Thanks. You heard her team, steer clear. [The team moves to circle around the animals, when Cpl. Porosus is seen to swing his weapon and light towards the apartment building. A moderately large animal can be seen emerging from a hole in the wall, with its eyes reflecting the light into the camera] Porosus: Fucking, lion or something! Vercoe: Watch it, take cover, weapons ready! [Team takes cover and aims weapons towards the animal. It is a brown colour with white stripes, a robust, muscular build and a large mouth with large teeth. It slowly climbs down the side of the building, towards the Procoptodons, which have turned to face the team.] Harlowe: Am I the only one who thinks that looks like that thing up in Canada? Barahona: Oh shit. Command: Team, Evans here, that's a marsupial lion, Thylacoleo carnifex. Powerful predator, looks like its hunting the kangaroos. Assuming it works like normal predators, don't bother it and it should leave you alone. Vercoe: Assuming? Team, be ready to fire on the lion. Porosus: Way ahead of you. Harlowe: Ok. Barahona: Got it. [The Thylacoleo carnifex drops from the building onto the back of a Procoptodon, grabbing it and biting it around the neck. The other Procoptodons scatter rapidly, fleeing into the trees. The two animals struggle, before the Thylacoleo subdues the Procoptodon, removing the head and beginning to drag the carcass back up the side of the apartment block. Two smaller Thylacoleos can be seen at the edge of the hole where the larger instance emerged from, vocalising loudly.] Porosus: Holy shit! Barahona: Fuck me! Vercoe: Easy guys, easy. Harlowe, cover me while I recover the head. Harlowe: Yes Captain. [Varcoe approaches the severed Procoptodon head, with the camera repeatedly swiveling to see where the Thylacoleo went. Vercoe picks up the head and goes to place it in a containment pouch.] Barahona: Hold on, is that a tattoo? Vercoe: What? [Vercoe turns the head over and examines it. The words "Live, Laugh, Love" can be seen tattooed on the brow ridge of the Procoptodon, along with a stylised human skull on the right side of the face.] Vercoe: Holy shit. [END LOG] Afterword: Following review of the footage, these tattoos were matched to those on John Bearing, a tattoo artist whose body was not recovered following SCP-6004's attack on Sydney. It is now believed that all animals emerging in the wake of SCP-6004 attacks are people that have been transfigured into wildlife within SCP-6004 before being regurgitated. You are viewing the early history of SCP-6004. For further developments see HERE Footnotes 1. It has been observed that SCP-6004 can cause damage selectively, seemingly choosing which structures are destroyed or left unharmed during a physical assault. 2. Including Australian Prime Minister Scott Morrison and state premier Gladys Berejiklian ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6004" by Dr Balthazaar, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6005 | keter | You said it yourself. We have power; you do not. And we want you gone. close Info X SCP-6005: Cascadia Author: Tufto. This is their entry to the SCP-6000 competition. More of their work can be found here. Images: Image #1 is licensed under CC-BY-SA 4.0, and can be found here. Image #2 is in the public domain, and can be found here Image #3 is licensed under CC-BY-SA 4.0, and can be found here Dr Gabriel: State your name, rank and assignment. Agent Hawley: Fuck off. Dr Gabriel: State your name, rank and assignment. Agent Hawley: What's the point of this? You're going to demote me to a D-class or send me down to Arizona. Either way, I'll be dead in a month. Dr Gabriel: State your name, rank an- Agent Hawley: This is what I don't get. Who are you going to put on this thing now? Bunkman? The fucking idiot isn't fit for duty. Or Carter, maybe? I guess the most corrupt agent in Oregon is exactly what you're looking for. Dr Gabriel: That's not your concern any more. You had your chance, and you blew it. Agent Hawley: How? What did I do that contradicts Foundation policy? Dr Gabriel: We'll get to that. For now, state your - Agent Hawley: Fine. My name is Douglas Hawley, Level 3 agent, assigned to SCP-6005, born in Gulf Shores, Alabama, social security number 215 - Dr Gabriel: That's enough. Do you know why you're here today? Agent Hawley sighs, and leans back in his chair. Agent Hawley: Honestly, I haven't a fucking clue. SCP-6005 BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/6005 classified. Unauthorised access is strictly forbidden. Item #: SCP-6005 Level 4/6005 Classified Dog Mountain, Columbia River Gorge, Washington, the last known sighting of Cassandra "Cassie" Higgins. Item #: SCP-6005 Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-6005 containment project is currently being investigated by Agent Douglas Hawley John Bunkman, based in Site-64. The current leads being explored are detailed below are in a conceptual realignment process, expected to be completed by 12-12-25. Individuals afflicted by SCP-6005-1 are to be detained at Site-64 and questioned. Their families are to be told they are suffering a debilitating mental health condition and have been taken out-of-state for treatment. Subjects are to be held for no longer than one month before being amnesticised and released Subjects are to be detained as long as is necessary for research purposes. Suspected SCP-6005 events are to be suppressed in the local media. A plausible cover story for the event is to be disseminated to the victim's family, and amnestics are to be applied where necessary. Counselling and support for the families is to be arranged with liasons within local medical services. All records pertaining to Site-1015 are to be transferred to Agent Hawley's care; storage is currently in Evidence Room 5C in E Wing of Site-64. Satellite image of the Cascadia bioregion. Description: SCP-6005 refers to the disappearances of 1,943 people in heavily wooded areas of the Cascadia bioregion between 1985 and the present day. No trace of any of these individuals has ever been found. SCP-6005 has affected a diverse range of individuals, all living in or around the bioregion. No correlation can be found between the victims' gender, age, race, income, political views or any other societal factor. The only definite commonality is an unusually high rate of mental health issues among victims. Consequently, no SCP-6005 event has ever been predicted. SCP-6005's anomalous designation results from the extremely high number of disappearances which seemed to occur in exactly the same way: an individual will make a trip, alone, into the nearest woodland. This trip will be unplanned, without any note or other explanation, and the victim will not take any supplies with them. No footage of an SCP-6005 event has ever been recovered. Although non-anomalous explanations have been considered, none has ever been deemed plausible. SCP-6005 was first noticed in 1992, when an early Foundation analysis AI detected the unusually high rate of disappearances. After proper suppression and amnesticisation among the victims' families and local media to prevent public detection of the anomaly, SCP-6005 was assigned to Site-64 for containment. However, no researcher or agent has made any headway in further research or containment. Gabriel: Seems like quite the mystery. Hawley: Words can be deceptive. What nobody ever gets is that our clinical tone, our objective neutrality, is its own kind of bias. Gabriel: I don't quite follow. Hawley: The agents assigned to this thing were all blithering incompetents, is what I mean. Nobody wanted the detail. It wasn't glamorous, there were no obvious leads - hell, a lot of people didn't even think it was an anomaly at first. So it got dumped on misbehaving Level 2s and fat old frauds close to retirement. Nothing unusual there; Site-64's a prestigious joint. The Director and his cronies wanted to impress the O5s with flashy expeditions into the Three Portlands or ungodly anart pieces they'd raided from Seattle. Nobody cared about a few missing kids that an experimental AI was bleating on about. I don't know how it even stayed on file all those years. Gabriel: You paint a very bleak picture of our organisation. Agent Hawley: Doc, cut the crap. What are they going to do to me? I suppose it doesn't much matter, but I'd like to know how I'm going to die. Gabriel: I really can't - Hawley: OK. Fine. I can sit here with my arms crossed all day. Can't take me away until the interview's over, can you? Gabriel sighs, and places his pen down on the table. Gabriel: I can't tell you because I don't know. It's beyond my clearance. I'm just here to get the record straight. Hawley stares at Gabriel, and smiles momentarily. Hawley: Fancy that. Hawley takes out a cigarette and lights it, still staring at Gabriel. Hawley: Alright, doc, I'll play your game. I figure I've got nothing to lose. The game is over and the curtains are drawn. What is it you want to know? Gabriel: First of all? I want to know why you were placed on this detail. And how you felt about it. Hawley: Truth be told, doc, I got the assignment because I was dumb enough to have a bright idea. Addendum #1: On 23-12-18, Director Adler appointed Agent Hawley to the SCP-6005 detail, after Hawley approached him with a new investigation suggestion: to use dream analysis on a diverse range of mental health patients in the Pacific Northwest region to identify any common elements. Hawley pointed to the useful results from dream analyses during the study of SCP-3007 to argue that it was a potentially neglected area of study. Director Adler gave Hawley a taskforce of two agents and three researchers to work out of Site-64 for a period of two months, with the possibility of extension contigent on positive results. After one month, Hawley and his taskforce had found a strong correlation between the dreams of 5 individuals from a pool of 150. These dreams were all repetitive (albeit with some variation), and all concerned the subject of forests, trees and the natural world. The following table gives examples of a dream experienced by each subject: Date of Dream Subject Subject Description Description of Dream 06-01-19 6005-23 33-year-old female from Portland, Oregon. History of peripheral involvement with anartist communities. Subject reported standing at the edge of a deep forest, which "smelt of pine." A huge mountain could be seen on the other side of the forest; the subject became scared of the mountain and ran in the opposite direction, but found herself deeper in the forest than she had been before. Subject reported feeling relieved at this, as the tree cover meant she could not see the mountain. 12-01-19 6005-142 44-year-old male from Latah County, Idaho. No prior anomalous involvement. Subject owns a Remington hunting rifle. Subject reported chasing a deer through a sparse woodland, which gradually became thicker as he went on. Subject raised his rifle to shoot the deer; the rifle became entangled in branches, however, and the deer got away. 18-01-19 6005-203 78-year-old female from Skamania County, Washington. No prior anomalous involvement. Subject reported picking wild berries in a rainforest, before the berries began expanding rapidly. Subject placed her hands over her head, and found herself in an empty clearing at night. Subject reported feeling a rapid paranoia. 19-01-19 6005-02 24-year-old male from Seattle, Washington. Prominent local anarchist believed to have been a member of the anartist collective Are We Cool Yet? Subject dreamt they were a beetle living on a tree branch. The branch suddenly twisted around a gun being raised by a middle-aged man. Subject crawled to the barrel of the gun and stared into it for an extended period. 21-01-19 6005-09 19-year-old male from Haida Gwaii, British Columbia. No prior anomalous involvement, although a nephew of prominent anartist and First Nations activist Nora Ivanov. Subject reported staring through tree cover at the sun; this was causing him significant pain, but he refused to stop. After several minutes, the trees began to cover the sun, relieving the pain and anxiety felt. The following audio log records an interview between Agent Hawley and 6005-09. Date: 22-01-19 Interviewer: Agent Douglas Hawley Second Agent Present: Agent John Caspar <Begin Log> Agent Hawley: -and we're on. OK, stating for the record that this is an interview between Agent Douglas Hawley and Tom Ivanov, designated 6005-09 for official purposes. 6005-09: Do you, uh, have t- Agent Hawley: Sorry, just a moment, kid. As a Level 3, I designate myself supervising officer, secondary officer is Agent Caspar, who is somewhere in Seattle now so no use to anyone, date is the 22nd January, yadda yadda yadda, you know the rest. The sound of the recording device being placed on the table. Agent Hawley: Alright, kid, this won't take long. I want you to tell me about these dreams. 6005-09: Well, uh… Agent Hawley: Just answer the questions. I don't have all day. 6005-09: …OK, well, I started getting them a few months ago. September, I think - college had just started up again. I wasn't having a very good time, so - Agent Hawley: Yeah, yeah, your life's real sad. What about the dreams themselves? 6005-09: Well, I'm in a forest. I'm always in a forest - it changes a lot. And I'm looking at the sun. Agent Hawley: You shouldn't do that. 6005-09: Look, man, it's a dream, it's not meant to be real - Agent Hawley: OK, OK, calm down. What did it, uh, feel like? 6005-09: Scary. I couldn't stop. I had to keep staring. When I was little, there was this kid called Walter, he made me do that once. Told me to stare up into the sun. Agent Hawley: And the trees? 6005-09: They came slowly. I was stuck there, just staring at it, for a good ten minutes, something like that. I couldn't move, couldn't think. Then the leaves started covering it. Agent Hawley: They were still attached to the trees? 6005-09: Yeah. It was good then. Got real dark. Agent Hawley: Hm. Was it the sun itself that scared you, or the light? 6005-09: I don't - the light, I think. I felt like people could see me. Agent Hawley: And the forest was comforting? 6005-09: Yeah. It was safe. There was nobody there, you see. Just trees, and the smell of moss, and wet earth. I saw a deer, far in the distance. I saw vines. They got dimmer and dimmer and then there was no light at all. The sound of shuffling can be heard. 6005-09: Look, I really need to go, I have a thing. Agent Hawley: You told Agent Jones that you were free all day. 6005-09: Yeah, but - look, I need to go, OK? Agent Hawley: What are your feelings about the woods in general? You often go hiking? 6005-09: What? No, not much. I used to, with my aunt Nora, but - Agent Hawley: Nora Ivanov? Yes, we have her on file. She's in Alaska now, right? 6005-09: You have a file on my aunt? Agent Hawley: Just answer the question. 6005-09: …No, she's not. She disappeared. Agent Hawley: Interesting. The last we heard she crossed the border with a group of Ser- with a group of activists. She went to hide out in Nome. 6005-09: No, she was going to, but then she went missing a week before. Why do you have a file on her? Agent Hawley: Very interesting. The sound of a pen writing quickly can be heard. Agent Hawley: OK, look - we're going to have to keep you here for a while. 6005-09: What? Why? I've got to get to - I've got to get out of here. Agent Hawley: It's a medical thing. You're displaying symptoms of a bug that's been going around. I am sorry, kid. We'll let your family know, you won't get in any trouble. 6005-09: No. I want to get out. I want to go to the woods. There is a long pause. Agent Hawley: Do you, now? Agent Hawley turns off the recording. Hawley: I keep thinking about that interview. I didn't get it then. Gabriel: Didn't get what? Hawley: I just wanted to know how they were connected. I wasn't sure if it had anything to do with the disappearances, or if it was anomalous at all. I wasn't listening to what he was telling me. Hawley stubs out his cigarette. Hawley: He tried to get out that night. Kept talking about the trees. We had to restrain him again, and I - well, I saw him just once more. You'll get to that in a moment. But the months dragged on, we couldn't justify the cell space for some kid with funny sleeping habits, so… Gabriel: So you let him go. You shouldn't have done that. It's against protocol. Hawley: Geez, is that all you think about? It was Adler's call, not mine. He wanted results, but not if it meant losing valuable cell space. It was less than a week before the missing person's file came in. By then, I was expecting it. That was when the scale of the thing hit him. Six out of 150 had those dreams, and all of them had disappeared in a month. If that was expanded to the entire region… Gabriel: Thousands of people, at least. Hawley: Yeah. And we weren't even sure about whether it was just mental health patients. How do you even define mental illness? Really, properly, not just in a way that's useful for treatment? Thousands upon thousands of people could just wander into the forests and never be seen again. Gabriel: That would be horrifying. Hawley: Inconvenient. Gabriel: Good God, man, don't you have a heart? We're meant to be the ones helping people. Hawley laughs. Hawley: We are? How old are you, doc? You look like you're in your fifties, now. Maybe your sixties. You must have been with us a while. You still think that's why the Foundation is here? To help people? Hawley leans back in his chair, shaking his head. Hawley: We live in a world of dragons. They hide in the mountains or in paper boxes, but they're there. I wanted to know all of it, see the other half of the puzzle, understand why things are the way they are. Why the dragons were hidden but the rot spread everywhere else. Gabriel: That's why you joined the Foundation? Hawley: Probably not. I don't remember any more. Gabriel leans back, rubbing his temples. Hawley lights a second cigarette. Anyway. People were disappearing into the woods. This kid desperately wanted to go there, too; said it's where he was happy and safe. We got some more information in the months after that - people kept dreaming about forests and slipped away, wanting to be alone. Gabriel: Did you think it was deliberate? An anart project gone wrong? Hawley: Nah, this wasn't showy enough. We were the only people who'd noticed. It was random, untargetted. Anyone could be afflicted, made to be frightened or traumatised. I had no idea what to do, except… Gabriel: Except? Hawley smiles slowly, and takes a drag on his cigarette. Hawley: I'd heard about something like this before. Years ago. A shared dream that brought down Site 1015. Gabriel: Site - Site 1015? That was decommissioned years ago. Hawley: Yeah, well before my time. But a guy I knew, Christof, he'd transferred over when it went bust. I asked him about it, and he told me about something they couldn't crack. They kept on bringing in people who'd shake the cage walls and scream about a garden. Gabriel: A garden? Hawley: Yeah. They didn't know what was causing it. But he didn't say what had happened, and he got himself killed soon after. It stuck with me, though - when they all started dreaming of the forest, I wondered if it was connected. Gabriel: So what did you do? Hawley: I looked in the files for 1015. Nothing. The entire records were wiped clean. Gabriel: Wh-what? You mean they were redacted? Hawley: No, expunged. Nothing there at all. Entries, but no files. There is silence for several seconds. Gabriel: Nobody at Site 64 would do that. It goes against every protocol. Hawley: So? You're what, fifty? Sixty? You must remember what this place used to be like. Even by the time I joined, it was still the same. Someone fucks up, spills an anomaly out into the world, and the records get canned. It's how the game gets played. Gabriel: Oh, come on. Something that large? We'd have noticed by now. Hawley: Maybe it wasn't large. Maybe it was small. A few kids have bad dreams - what did it matter? Nobody would notice, and if they did, nobody would suspect a long-retired director. I wasn't really interested in that. It was a lead, that was what mattered. Gabriel: Christ, man, do you care about anyone other than yourself? Hawley: Easy, doc. I get up in the morning and smell the coffee and shuffle into work. We all do. It's what the world is. Grey office blocks and cleaning chemicals. Anyway. I went back to the kid. This was before we let him out again. I went back and thought I'd try to poke a sleeping bear. Addendum #2: Following the initial successes of the operation, Agent Hawley began an investigation into a possible link with Site 1015, a decommissioned site in southern Washington. Ageny Hawley recalled "rumours" floating around Site 64 some years ago, which stated that Site 1015 had dealt with a similar situation. However, on further investigation, he found that Site 1015's records had been expunged, without any explanation removed to a secure facility in Ohio as part of routine maintenance. Recalling that the rumours mentioned a garden, Hawley interviewed 6005-09 a second time, in the hope of pursuing this line of enquiry further. Date: 12-04-19 Interviewer: Agent Douglas Hawley Second Agent Present: Agent John Caspar <Begin Log> Agent Hawley: Hey, Tom. How are you? 6005-09: I want to go home. Agent Hawley: I don't believe you. Sorry, kid, but we're not letting you slink off to the woods just yet. 6005-09: I don't care. You can't keep me here. Agent Hawley: We can and we will. But if you answer my questions, we'll see about letting you out. We need the cell space anyway. 6005-09: …OK, fine. What is it? Agent Hawley: Do you ever remember dreaming about a garden? There is a silence for several seconds. 6005-09: No. I don't. It's a forest. It's always been a forest, I've - I've told you this before. Agent Hawley: Are you sure, Tom? Agent Caspar: Easy, Doug. 6005-09: I said I don't know. The sound of shuffling papers can be heard. Agent Hawley: Fine. Enjoy your stay, kid. The sound of a chair being moved can be heard. 6005-09: Wait, I - wait. The sounds stop. Agent Caspar: Something on your mind? 6005-09: I didn't see a garden - but there was something. A few things. Stuff that wasn't meant to be there. Stuff that was - wrong. Agent Hawley: Wrong? Wrong how? 6005-09: It - it wasn't meant to be there. An urn, a rake, a flowerbed. I saw them - just sitting there, I saw them, covered in that filth, I - Agent Hawley: Filth? There is a pause of several seconds. 6005-09: It was wrong. Can you see that? It was polluting the forest. It wasn't natural. It was a human thing, and they don't belong in the forest. They belong out there, under the sun. You know? You get that? Agent Hawley: …No, I don't. The sound of a chair being moved can be heard again. Agent Hawley: So where do you think they came from? 6005-09: …Outside. Somewhere, I - I don't know. They're not part of the forest, right? They're things that were brought in outside. I don't know anything else, I swear, can you let me go now? Agent Hawley: We still might - Agent Caspar: Yeah, Tom. We can let you go. Thank you. <End Log> Following this interview, Hawley re-interviewed the other four individuals examined earlier, enquiring after any motifs or objects relating to gardens, gardening or man-made landscapes in their dreams. All four experienced extreme distress at this line of questioning, but all were able to give examples of these motifs: Subject Description of Dream Elements 6005-23 Subject claimed that, in her recurring dream, the mountain often transformed into a rotunda, typical of 19th century English landscape gardens. In these cases, the subject described hearing the sound of breaking marble after the tree cover had obscured its view. 6005-142 Subject reported breaking off from hunting the deer to shoot at numerous carp jumping in and out of the forest floor. Subject reported hearing running water. Subject hit all carp, before collapsing into "a kind of calm darkness". 6005-203 Subject reported a dream similar to her previous example, except that instead of a clearing, she was in a vandalised flowerbed. Subject's distress was particularly acute when describing this and had to be removed from the interview room. 6005-02 Subject reported being fired from the rifle mentioned in the previous dream. Subject found themself inside a large lake, with the corpses of several carp floating around them. Subject reported feeling extreme distress but did not drown. This prompted Agent Hawley to investigate the former Site 1015 itself, in order to ascertain if any surviving materials could be utilised in the investigation. On 19-04-19, Agents Hawley and Caspar undertook an exploration of the area. >Begin Log< The two agents are standing in a clearing in a forested area. A large, ruined concrete building can be seen several hundred meteres ahead. Command: OK, we're recording. State your names for the record, please. Agent Hawley: Got it. This is Agent Douglas Hawley, assisted by Agent John Caspar, currently located on the perimeter of the former Site 1015. The building's clear as day ahead of us, as the cameras should be showing. Er, anything else? Command: Documentation number for the expedition authorisation. Agent Hawley: Goddamnit, there are so many these days… hold this, John… Hawley passes his flashlight to Caspar, and rummages in his rucksack. Agent Hawley: Here we are… 4666266. That OK, or do you want my blood type too? Command: Don't get snippy with me. You should have done this back at base. And you forgot proper protocol on your last interview. Agent Caspar: He's right, Doug. Agent Hawley: Goddamit… come on, let's get this done. The two agents approach the main building. It is clearly abandoned and somewhat dilapidated; most of the windows are shattered or broken. Debris and plant life is scattered around the exterior of the building. Agent Caspar: Nervous? Agent Hawley: Nah. You? Agent Caspar: Nah. The two approach the central doorway, and push. The external locks seem to have completely broken; the door swings open, revealing a broken lobby room. A large, smashed skylight has scattered glass across a round wooden desk; plants, including a small tree, have grown up through stripped concrete tiles. Several doors lead off towards corridors. Agent Caspar: What happened here? Aren't former sites supposed to be demolished? Or put under basic protection, or something? Agent Hawley: Good question. Command: Some former sites without any anomalous matter remaining just get abandoned. It saves money, there are cover stories set up, it really doesn't matter that there's one more concrete block somewhere in the woods. Agent Hawley: No graffiti here, though. Nobody's been here at all. Command: It's quite a way from any population centres. Agent Hawley: Mm. Yeah. Agent Caspar: We're sure there was nothing anomalous left over? Command: Yes. Agent Hawley: Apparently. Command: Yes. Finish up with your conspiratorial nonsense and get out of there, Doug, there's a game I want to get to. Agent Hawley: Fine. Hawley takes point, opening a side door. Agent Caspar: You sure this is the right way? Agent Hawley: First door on the left, second on the right to the stairs, fifth floor down. Should all be there. Flashlight on, John. The two turn their flashlights on, and follow the path Hawley specified. The building, though dilapidated, still appears to be structurally sound; most of the fittings have been stripped, however, revealing a lot of the concrete fittings. After going down the corridor and down the stairs, the pair open a door, into a small, underground open-office building. There is no light source. All the fixtures have been removed. Agent Caspar: Well, this looks promising. Agent Hawley: Shut up. Look around. There might still be something. The two agents look around the room; nothing can be seen within it except for a red door at the far end. Some fallen yellow and black tape is curled up at its foot. Hawley approaches it. Agent Hawley: Well, well, well. Agent Caspar: What is it? Agent Hawley: Someone didn't want anyone going in here. Hawley reaches for the doorhandle. Agent Caspar: Wait a minute - Hawley opens the door. A large, empty storage room can be seen on the other side. Agent Hawley: Damnit. Command: Ready to give up? Agent Hawley: Nope. Hawley enters the room, and shines his flashlight across the surfaces. In one corner, the ceiling has fallen in; something is visible beneath the wreckage. Hawley heads across and shines his flashlight on it; it is a cardboard box, with papers visibly coming out of top. Agent Hawley: Jackpot. Agent Caspar: How'd they miss that? Caspar starts to shine his spotlight around the room. Agent Hawley: Good question. Very good question. This ceiling must have fallen in later, right? Very convenient placement if so… unless things were already falling apart when they left. Hawley begins to drag the box out from the wreckage. Caspar continues to shine his flashlight, and then stops. Agent Caspar: Doug? Agent Hawley: Yeah? Agent Caspar: Was that urn always there? Hawley turns sharply around and looks at where Caspar is pointing. A garden urn, approximately one metre high, is sitting in the opposite corner of the room. Agent Hawley: No, it wasn't. Command, are you getting this? Command: Yes. Stay calm, remember your training. You're not currently prepared for this. I'm getting Rapid Response on the line now, informing them of a possible Unreality incident at your location. Agent Hawley: Thanks. We'll get the box and go. Agent Caspar: Roger that. Hawley and Caspar head towards the box, and drag it out from the wreckage. Caspar picks it up; Hawley shines his light where the urn was. A small metal carving of a cherub is now visible. Agent Caspar: Fuck. Agent Hawley: It's OK. It might not be dangerous. Agent Caspar: When has it ever not been dangerous? Agent Hawley: Fair point. Hawley and Caspar exit the room, and hurry over to the door. Hawley turns back before he does so, and shines a light at the red door. A humanoid figure is standing in front of it; it has the size and proportions of a woman in her late teens, but is composed entirely of wood, with leaves in place of hair. Its face is obscured by the leaves. Agent Hawley: Hello? The figure raises its head. Its face is a static carving. It raises a hand towards Hawley. Its voice is distorted, and was only rendered comprehensible after enhancement. Figure: This was a ruined place, once. The figure takes a step forward. Figure: Are you… an angel? A torrent of water pours down from the ceiling, with numerous twigs and branches carried in it. It hits the figure, who disintegrates into wood chippings, and starts to head for the agents. Agent Caspar: Fuck. Hawley and Caspar run up the stairs, and into the corridor. The water does not appear to follow them, but the sound of rapidly moving waves can be heard. The concrete sections of the wall are now composed of wood, but they come across no barriers to their entry. The agents cross the lobby, but find a huge tree blocking the doors. Agent Caspar: Fuck. Agent Hawley: Shut up. Command, alternate exits? Command: First right coming in, fourth left; should be a fire escape. Agent Hawley: Got it. Hawley and Caspar move into the corridor. A large water fountain is visible; flowers are growing from it. Agent Caspar: You know what I think? Agent Hawley: No. Keep running. Agent Caspar: That urn. Did it appear, or did we just not notice - Agent Hawley: I said, keep running! The agents take the fourth left; a fire escape is visible. The sound of singing can be heard; the song is not distinguishable. The agents open the door, and find themselves outside. They run another hundred metres, into the surrounding woodland, before stopping. Agent Caspar: Fuck. Agent Hawley: Stop saying that. Command, we seem to be safe? I think? Command: Roger that. Recovery on the way now. Did you get the information? Agent Hawley: Caspar didn't drop the box. Agent Caspar: I forgot I was still holding it… Agent Hawley: By which, of course, he means that he did an exemplary job under pressure. Command: OK. Extraction imminent. <End Log> Following this encounter, Site 1015 was secured by a taskforce from Site 64; however, no further anomalous activity has been detected. Agent Hawley began to sort through the recovered documents; although they are disorganised, with many dealing in miscellany, one pertinent document has been recovered thus far: Document 6005-01: Diary entry from Subject 6005-435 I wake up, I walk around my room. There is a window, high in the wall, that lets me stare at the moon. It's not meant to be an unkind room, but they just don't care enough. They're exhausted. They look through me, not because they're unkind, but because they don't have the energy left. They ooze through the concrete they make for themselves, the concrete that protects something they can't even see any more. So last night, I visited the garden again. I know they told us not to. I know what they told us to do, but I couldn't help myself. The flowerbeds were overturned, but the dirt was still there, scattered over the grass. I put it back where it was. I suppose the others didn't notice. It looked like early fall. I saw a nightingale that Nora had made. It sang to me, and I sang back. The sky was clouded, but that autumn cloud that promises rain. The same cloud you see over dull city blocks, but here it was better, it was a garden cloud. A cloud made for gardens. How could someone else have done that? I climbed the hill and looked down. The hill was getting jagged - almost like a mountain. The rotunda was sinking into it, so I put that right too. I felt its marble on my fingers. I looked inside, and there was a silver tomb, carved by taking rock from the earth and taking the silver from the rock. But we would always reshape the rock, put it back afterwards, put silver roots in. Are there gardens in New York? Is an alleyway a garden? Is a patch of weed in Baltimore not just as much of a green expanse as Babur's tomb? Underneath the sirens, it steals sunlight between skyscrapers. I looked down onto the crisscrossing paths, where the gravel had been scattered, where my friends had placed each rock so lovingly. I know we aren't meant to, but I put that back, too. I put it all back, piece by piece, the fountains and four-part gardens and octagonal tombs and the distant Cascades beyond them. They tinge blue in the half-light. In a moment, it seems natural again. It's how it should be, how it always should have been, all Portland smothered by the grass, the people lying and eating lotus and sketching out the sky in red and white, all the way to Seattle, to Vancouver, to Haida Gwaii and the Tlingit shore, campfires smoking on a distant valley as the Cascades rise and rise. Then I looked down again and it wasn't right. It was all concrete stuff. I knew it wasn't but an angel told me it was, an archangel who was sent to Mary, and the only green left is the distant trees. There's no going back. I used to dream, once, but now the waking world seems like a dream. I can understand, intellectually, what they did to me, but I can't go back. This place is just ruins, a prison, grey walls leading back to what they're guarding at the heart of it. Power. It always comes back to power. Hawley: I read it and things shifted sideways. She wrote so well. Gabriel: You shouldn't get attached to them. Hawley: What is wrong with you? You talk about kindness - Gabriel: You never had to watch what happens when they get loose, Hawley. I used to work at Site 19. I saw hundreds of D-Class get their throats snapped because we wanted to learn. Hawley: Then you're just as lost as she was. Don't you think it's beautiful? Gabriel: Explain. Hawley: A whole world, a harmonious world, a… a kind of collaboration. Everyone, pieces of them, coming together all as one, but with its parts maintained. It's what everyone's always wanted, isn't it? Gabriel: Not me. I know the difference between natural and unnatural. Hawley: But what does that even mean? Sometimes I go hiking, you know. Out in the west. I look up at the Cascades, and, well, their name really means something. If you squint just right, they seem to blend into one another, all of them. One mountain colliding with another, ripping the earth, plunging upwards into dizzying heights. One huge cascade, creating more and more of itself as it pushes out and through. Gabriel: Very poetic. But that doesn't change what an anomaly is. Hawley: Jesus, doc, you really swallowed Foundation propaganda wholesale, huh? Gabriel: It's not propaganda. It's truth. You know what could happen if some psychic network ran roughshod over the whole Pacific Northwest? Your little garden of Cascadia could smash into everything we've ever built there. Anomalies are aberrations. They're scars on the fabric of time, unnatural growths on reality. That girl and her friends would pierce the Veil, wreck cities - Hawley: You don't know that. You're just guessing. I don't know, doc. It doesn't feel like life would be like that. You can't dictate what is and isn't natural. Gabriel: Neither can you. The two stare at each other for several seconds. Gabriel: Ambition is a dangerous thing, Agent Hawley. I've seen it make men go rotten. Hawley: It made them better, doc. How could it do anything else? How do you know what is right and proper? We're here because of mutations over millenia - why couldn't this be the next one? Why do we get to define little lines around what should and shouldn't be contained? We could make things better. We have the power to do it. Gabriel looks at his watch. Hawley sighs, and leans back in his chair. Gabriel: What happened next? Hawley: Ah, doc. That's the problem, see. That's when a hole opened up beneath me. Addendum #3: In the following weeks, Hawley's investigation focused on sorting through the recovered documents. Among these, two documents were deemed particularly important for the investigation, and are reproduced below. Document #1: Audio log of an interview between Dr Castro and 6005-435, 1984. <Begin Log> Dr Castro: Hello, 6005-435. 6005-435: My name is Cassie. Dr Castro: Your designation is 6005-435. Let's begin. 6005-435: …Okay. The sound of writing in a notepad is heard for several seconds. 6005-435: Could we - Dr Castro: Sorry, just a moment. The sound of writing continues for several seconds, before abruptly stopping. Dr Castro: Well, then. What did you see last night? 6005-435: …The forest. Dr Castro: That's all? 6005-435: Yes. Dr Castro: I think you're lying. 6005-435: I'm telling the truth. Dr Castro: Do you remember what [REDACTED] told you, Cassie? About the other place? 6005-435: Yes. Dr Castro: What did he tell you? 6005-435: That - that it's unnatural. That it was placed in our heads to hurt us. That it's - that it's wrong. Dr Castro: Come come, Cassie, that's not quite it, is it? He told you why it was given to you. There is silence for several seconds before Dr Castro sighs. Dr Castro: I thought we had gone through this, 6005-435. 6005-435: That's not my name. Dr Castro: It's your designation. The garden is unnatural because it is an act of violence by humanity onto nature, remember? It chews up the natural soil and can only be created by burning the trees. Don't you remember what he showed you? About the trees? 6005-435: But - but it doesn't feel that way - Dr Castro: Of course it doesn't. It never does. Cassie, this is important. You can't hurt the dreams like that, OK? You can't hurt the forest in that way. Think about what you're doing to it. 6005-435: Y-yes. I'm sorry. Dr Castro: Good. Apologising is the first step to forgiveness. A chair can be heard moving. Dr Castro: I hope to see progress during our next session, Cassie. [REDACTED] would be so disappointed. 6005-435: Is - is he here? Dr Castro: Not today, I'm afraid. But he'll be back soon. 6005-435: …OK. <End Log> Document #2: Original SCP-6005 file, dated to 1984. BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/6005 classified. Unauthorised access is strictly forbidden. Item #: SCP-6005 Level 5/6005 Classified Site of the Project Vulpine containment event for specimen 6005-435, dated 06-09-1984 Item #: SCP-6005 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6005 is currently being contained through Project Vulpine, which should ensure perpetual self-containment. However, SCP-6005-B instances are to be periodically captured and removed to Site 1015 to ensure the successful conversion into SCP-6005-C instances. Description: SCP-6005 is a telepathic field, which currently contains over 10,000 members. SCP-6005 appears to be formed naturally without external interference and is spread across the Pacific Northwest and Idaho. SCP-6005 sufferers (hereafter SCP-6005-B instances) have created a shared environment accessibly only through dreams, hereafter SCP-6005-A. Prior to the successful implementation of Project Vulpine, SCP-6005-A took the form of an elaborate garden, incorporating multiple styles into itself, and apparently covering much of the Pacific Northwest within the dream-world. The combined telepathic force of SCP-6005 has produced a significant effect on baseline reality. Reports of environmental changes and large-scale community co-ordination facilitated by SCP-6005 had been reported. As such, SCP-6005 represents a significant threat to baseline reality. Hawley: It was evening when we found it. The sun was setting. The box was stuffed full of shit and we had to sort through every last paper very carefully, just in case some of the site's anomalousness had leaked in. I sat there with Caspar across from me and the sky filled with red and my heart sank into my gut. Gabriel: Why? Hawley: Why? Doc, don't you get what it meant? We did this. Whatever was going on, we did it. Gabriel: I'm sure they had their reasons. Containment is a tricky business. Hawley: Tricky - what the fuck are you on about? One minute they create a garden, the next minute they're suffering advanced trauma and want to disappear into the woods. That's not containment, that's - that's genocide, doc. Gabriel: It's not. No. That's not what we - what the Foundation would do. It's containment. Hawley: This was designed. The disappearances were designed, then buried so deep that the Foundation forgot. I took this to Adler. I showed him what we'd found. He didn't like it one bit. It was all fun and games when there was an opportunity for solving a glamorous mystery, but the look on his face told me everything. "This is nothing," he said. "I'm taking you off the case." Gave it to Caspar - the poor, weak shit - until he could find someone "more suitable." His voice was oil. Gabriel: You should have done what he said. Hawley: Why? Doc, come on. You're a person. You're not a robot. Do you think those D-classes had to have their necks snapped? Do you think that data-gathering wasn't all part of the containment programme? Gabriel: I wasn't - I was somewhere else before 19. I've seen the sacrifices that have to be made. They're worth it. Hawley: Were they? What were they being sacrified for? Normalcy? What does that even mean anymore? Why do we get to decide where the real ends and the unreal begins? How do you begin to define that? Because that's what the Foundation is, doc. That's what Cassie meant. It's all about power, power to define what is and is not right, power to erect walls and lines and a moral code that means nothing, leads nowhere. The Foundation exists for one reason and one reason only: to protect itself and further itself. And nobody even remembers why, or what it's for. Gabriel: Are you trying to seal your fate, Hawley? This is treason. Hawley: You still think that? After hearing about this? After hearing about the thousands who just - went? Gabriel: Yes. Always. Hawley sits up and stares at Gabriel. Hawley: Which - which site did you say you were at before 19, doc? Gabriel stares at Hawley for several seconds, and then begins to smile slowly. Gabriel: I believe there was an addendum to that document. Addendum 6005-1: Description of Project Vulpine Project Vulpine is a large-scale psychological reorientation project organised by [REDACTED]. [REDACTED] noticed the successful use of dream analysis in containment of SCP-4321 and proposed the use of large-scale dream manipulation to alter how SCP-6005 was perceived and used by SCP-6005-B. The fundamental building-block of SCP-6005 was SCP-6005-A, and the feeling of mutual contentment and positive life experience that resulted from its construction and use. Consequently, Project Vulpine's primary goal is to create negative associations for SCP-6005-A among SCP-6005-B, and create an alternate conceptual sphere wherein SCP-6005 could become self-containing. This was achieved by implanting, via medication and psychological training, the idea that the "garden" is a human imposition actively causing suffering and harm to nature, as opposed to living in harmony with it, and that any activities of creation or interaction with the garden cause active harm and pain to the garden's flora and fauna. The central "garden" motif is then to be replaced with the "forest" motif. This motif encourages the growth and encroachment of a forest into the dreamscape, with emphasis on the "law of the jungle" aspects of forest life, designed to create an artificial positioning of the forest as devoid of cooperation. SCP-6005-B instances will be taught that isolation, darkness, heavy forest cover and the avoidance of other instances is vital for continued survival and ethical living. A concerning side-effect of this is a number of trauma symptoms occurring among SCP-6005-C instances, with symptoms of depression and PTSD increasingly common. A minority of Ethics Committee members were concerned by this trend, but withdrew their objections after the potential threat of SCP-6005 and the failure of other containment measures was pointed out to them. Once implanted, this idea was able to memetically reproduce itself across SCP-6005. As of 20-09-84, SCP-6005 can be considered fully self-containing. SCP-6005 is now considered to be effectively neutralised as a threat, with its members unlikely to pose any significant threat to normalcy. Addendum 6005-2: Sample interview with 6005-B instance during the conversion process. [REDACTED]: Hello, Cassie. 6005-435: Hello, sir. [REDACTED]: How are you feeling today? Are you doing well? 6005-435: Yes, sir. [REDACTED]: They told me you weren't eating so well. I hope that's changed. 6005-435: A bit, sir. [REDACTED]: Good. Good. The sound of a chair moving can be heard. [REDACTED]: Now, listen, Cassie, because this is important. I hear there have been a few incidents recently. There is no response. [REDACTED]: Have you been visiting the garden again? 6005-435: …No, sir. [REDACTED]: I think you're lying to me, Cassie. There is another pause. [REDACTED]: It's OK. You can tell me anything. That's why I'm here. You're safe here. You don't need to - 6005-435: Don't talk to me like I'm a child. I'm 17. [REDACTED]: Cassie! There is a slight shuffling sound. [REDACTED]: You need to trust us, Cassie. We just want to help. That's why we're here. To help people. 6005-435: It's just… [REDACTED]: Yes? 6005-435: I don't understand how it can be unnatural. We made a place that was light, that was free. It was beautiful. We didn't tear anything up, we didn't - we were happy. I'd never heard a nightingale before. [REDACTED]: Nightingales are in forests too. There is a smashing sound. 6005-435: I don't want to go to the forest! I want it to be like it was! I want to walk down the paths and stretch my arms, I want - why? Why do we have to - to - 6005-435 begins to sob. [REDACTED]: Oh, Cassie. I'm so disappointed in you. We've been over this before. 6005-435: I know, I just - I don't - [REDACTED]: I'm awfully surprised at you, really. You're an intelligent girl. You must have forgotten again. Don't you know how much they scream? It's not your place to tell them where to grow, where to live. It's their own. They grow as they would like to grow. 6005-435: I - I know, but I can't feel it, I just can't. [REDACTED]: You really have forgotten. Shall I remind you? 6005-435: N-no, please, sir, not again - [REDACTED]: You have to understand, Cassie. 6005-435: I do, I do, really… [REDACTED]: I think you're lying. There is the sound of a bag being shuffled. [REDACTED]: You'll have to listen to it again, Cassie. To their pain. I know it's not fun, but you need to know what you're doing to them. They can't fight back. They're only trees. 6005-435: Please… [REDACTED]: What was it you asked me, last time I was here? That the others were saying? 6005-435: …Are you an angel? [REDACTED]: <laughing> Well, it's not actually true, of course. I just share a name with one. An archangel. The one who came and told Mary what she had to do, what was true. And now I'm here to tell you what's true, Cassie. 6005-435: I'm sorry. [REDACTED]: It's OK. We're just here to help. We're always here to help. <End Log> Hawley: "And in the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God into a city of Galilee, called Nazareth." Gabriel: I'm not a megalomaniac, Hawley. I'm just a doctor. I just did what I had to. Hawley: Yeah. Proper and better containment, am I right? Gabriel: The ethics committee had no problem with my actions. Hawley snorts loudly. Hawley: You still had a choice, Gabriel. You still could have done things differently. Gabriel: And did you? How are you any different from me? You've been a Foundation agent for years, now. You're as complicit as me. Hawley: We all are, every day. But when you've been sheltered, been lucky, been able to avoid the dark places of the world- when you're like that, and you come up against power, you have a choice. You can do what you do, what Caspar and Adler did, and just keep your head down and pretend like nothing's wrong, like it's fine that the skies are dark and the buildings grey. Or you can do what I have done. Gabriel: Oh? And what have you done? Hawley smiles slowly. Hawley: There was one thing that always bothered me. We never did get a good description of the garden. It was always talked about, but we never found out what it looked like. I wonder where the nicest place to lie down was, to lie down and look at the clouds. Gabriel: That's what bothered you? You failed! You never found out why they were disappearing! Hawley: Oh, that part was easy, in the end. Gabriel: It was? Hawley: Do you know what Cascadia is, doctor? As a bioregion? Gabriel: I'm not particularly interested in environmentalism. Hawley: The concept is simple: an environmental region wherein communities, the lived systems of people, make more sense when they're tied to particular environmental zones. It's an interesting idea; a more harmonious way of living. This whole region, with its mountains and woodlands, run by interconnected communities that draw upon the world around them. Gabriel: Fascinating. And what does that have to do with anything? Hawley: What it means, you fatuous fuck, is that you had no idea what you were doing. Gabriel: There's no need for that sort of language. I was simply fulfilling my function as a Foundation doctor. Hawley: Yeah, the function they had to hide and bury because they couldn't take the shame. You forgot that a telepathic network is a network. A system. Something inherently interconnected and bound together. You didn't turn the psychic energy inwards, you just hid it somewhere more convenient. Gabriel: I don't follow. Hawley: No, I don't suppose you do. You don't understand what people are, do you? Sitting in your little office, pushing numbers together, getting your nice suit pressed. Do you understand what power has done to you? Or were you always like this? Gabriel: Well. If you're not going to cooperate, then I think we're done here. I imagine they'll send you to Arizona for something like this. Hawley: Something like what? Like I said, I don't have a clue why I'm here. Gabriel: You said it yourself. We have power; you do not. And we want you gone. Hawley: Hmm. Well, that's one way to look at it. Just one small question, though, doc. Hawley stands up. Hawley: Where do you think you are? Gabriel looks around him. He and Hawley are in a dense forest, sitting at a carved wooden table. It is late afternoon, and the day is cloudy. Gabriel: Wh- what the fuck? Hawley: Psychic energy doesn't just turn inwards. It never goes away. It seethes, it burns, it finds new pathways. You told it to become a forest, so it found one. From the Yukon to the Cape. Gabriel: How did we get here? Hawley: I drugged you and took you here. And then the trees did the rest. Amazing what people don't notice under the influence of telepathy. In fact, I once missed a huge urn in the corner of a room… Gabriel: I don't understand, I don't - what the fuck is going on? Hawley laughs bitterly. Hawley: Language, doctor. I told them about you. I told them what you did. They're all here, doctor. All your old friends. Just like you told them. A figure emerges from the trees. She has the size and proportions of a woman in her late teens, but is composed entirely of wood. Her face is a static carving, the same as the figure in Site 1015, the same one Cassie Higgins wore when she saw no more choices left. Gabriel: Who - what is this? Is this a joke? Hawley: No, doctor. No jokes here. They know exactly what you did. What they lost. They all came here and lost themselves, because there was no other choice remaining. A wooden hand emerges from a nearby tree, and grips Gabriel on his shoulder. Gabriel: Get - get it off! God damn you, Hawley, get it off! Hawley: Why? It's just exercising its power. Whatever scraps it could reclaim. The dragons are roaring again. More hands emerge from the tree, and from the earth, each one gripping one of Gabriel's limbs. He struggles, but with no success. Hawley laughs again and takes out a cigarette. The figures watches, silently. Gabriel: You can't do this! It's not natural! I did what had to be done, I did - The hands begin to drag Gabriel towards the tree. Cracks begin to open in the bark. Gabriel: You - stop them, Hawley! Stop them now! It's not right! You can't tell me what's natural and what isn't! Hawley turns, and puts his face very close to Gabriel's. Hawley: Neither can you. Gabriel screams, and continues to struggle. The hands drag him towards the tree. Hawley drops the cigarette on the floor, and walks away, whistling gently. The figure only listens. Later that day, it rains. The cigarette turns to mush. The tobacco spills onto the earth, indistinguishable from it, sodden with it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6005" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6005. Licensed under CC-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-6006 | esoteric-class | NOTICE: THIS FILE IS SCHEDULED FOR DELETION This containment file is scheduled for deletion in accordance with Foundation procedures regarding Neutralized items. Please do not modify it. Item #: SCP-6006 Special Containment Procedures: Pending Deletion, do not modify. SCP-6006 must be contained in a Standard Euclid Containment Chamber, size 7. Due to its infohazardous nature, this containment file must be secured with Level 4 Infohazard Type-A4 encryption. Description: Revision of this description is in progress. Do not modify. SCP-6006 is an inert plank measuring 9cm x 7cm x 3m. It appears to be made of Cupressus sempervirens (Mediterranean cypress) wood. _ Addendum 6006.A: Foundation RecoveryAddendum 6006.A: Foundation Recovery ‚�舐舐 ¶????╟舐© £ —اŮ╟舐 ???? ðsžšåÞя© ½ ????— —???? áÍÞæðsžšåÞя©— »舐 ©ðsžšåÞя☒اŮ☒????©� »ðsžšåÞя— —???? »舐 ráÚÆ Â£Ř§Ů????©. ÓÞ¢áñ££� óÞ¢áñ????ðsžšåÞя ‚�£☒舐 óÞ¢áñ????ðsžšåÞя Þ¥¿Ř§Ů舐� £½ ▀ —‚�舐 ¶â€š�£½ ¶舐 —???? ╟£Š舐 —‚�舐 ╟????©— ???? اٗ. ▀????½ '— ðsžšåÞ The containment file you are attempting to access encountered an unexpected error. Error code: S7D1010-6000-4252021:A _ Click here to launch recovery.Launching recovery manager... reynholm.aic Warning. This content does not include any standard validation markers which indicate authoritative Foundation data. Attempts to recover it further should not be made without appropriate infohazard containment protocol in place, as this system cannot determine the contents prior to viewing. Proceeding without such clearance may lead to disciplinary action up to and including termination. Proceed Close scp.database.decryption.Exception: dumping error log… at foundation.base/scp.lang.Thread.dumpStack(Thread.scp:1383) at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.d(StackTrace.scp:23 content was: "Description") at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.c(StackTrace.scp:19 content was: "I am deleting this so no one else gets hurt") at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.b(StackTrace.scp:15 content was: "Special Containment Protocol") at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.a(StackTrace.scp:11 content was: "SCP-6006") at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.main(StackTrace.scp:7 content was null) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6006" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6006. Licensed under CC-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: Ethics_committee_meeting_August_24_1998.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: 787 Battery Fire Investigative Hearing by the National Transportation Safety Board, Public Domain Filename: TWIN_0455.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: Abandoned Mall by Brett Levin, CC BY 2.0 Filename: TWIN_101010.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: Abandoned Hospital (52) by Jan Bommes and Sightseeing in Hørsholm's abandoned hospital by Manymade, both CC BY-20 Filename: TWIN_74189.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: Abandoned Hospital by Dmitriy Protsenko, CC BY 2.0 Filename: TWIN001.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: Milf Oven by darkday, CC BY 2.0 |
SCP-6006 | uncontained | NOTICE: THIS FILE IS SCHEDULED FOR DELETION This containment file is scheduled for deletion in accordance with Foundation procedures regarding Neutralized items. Please do not modify it. Item #: SCP-6006 Special Containment Procedures: Pending Deletion, do not modify. SCP-6006 must be contained in a Standard Euclid Containment Chamber, size 7. Due to its infohazardous nature, this containment file must be secured with Level 4 Infohazard Type-A4 encryption. Description: Revision of this description is in progress. Do not modify. SCP-6006 is an inert plank measuring 9cm x 7cm x 3m. It appears to be made of Cupressus sempervirens (Mediterranean cypress) wood. _ Addendum 6006.A: Foundation RecoveryAddendum 6006.A: Foundation Recovery ‚�舐舐 ¶????╟舐© £ —اŮ╟舐 ???? ðsžšåÞя© ½ ????— —???? áÍÞæðsžšåÞя©— »舐 ©ðsžšåÞя☒اŮ☒????©� »ðsžšåÞя— —???? »舐 ráÚÆ Â£Ř§Ů????©. ÓÞ¢áñ££� óÞ¢áñ????ðsžšåÞя ‚�£☒舐 óÞ¢áñ????ðsžšåÞя Þ¥¿Ř§Ů舐� £½ ▀ —‚�舐 ¶â€š�£½ ¶舐 —???? ╟£Š舐 —‚�舐 ╟????©— ???? اٗ. ▀????½ '— ðsžšåÞ The containment file you are attempting to access encountered an unexpected error. Error code: S7D1010-6000-4252021:A _ Click here to launch recovery.Launching recovery manager... reynholm.aic Warning. This content does not include any standard validation markers which indicate authoritative Foundation data. Attempts to recover it further should not be made without appropriate infohazard containment protocol in place, as this system cannot determine the contents prior to viewing. Proceeding without such clearance may lead to disciplinary action up to and including termination. Proceed Close scp.database.decryption.Exception: dumping error log… at foundation.base/scp.lang.Thread.dumpStack(Thread.scp:1383) at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.d(StackTrace.scp:23 content was: "Description") at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.c(StackTrace.scp:19 content was: "I am deleting this so no one else gets hurt") at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.b(StackTrace.scp:15 content was: "Special Containment Protocol") at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.a(StackTrace.scp:11 content was: "SCP-6006") at com.foundation.base.stacktraces.StackTrace.main(StackTrace.scp:7 content was null) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6006" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6006. Licensed under CC-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: Ethics_committee_meeting_August_24_1998.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: 787 Battery Fire Investigative Hearing by the National Transportation Safety Board, Public Domain Filename: TWIN_0455.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: Abandoned Mall by Brett Levin, CC BY 2.0 Filename: TWIN_101010.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: Abandoned Hospital (52) by Jan Bommes and Sightseeing in Hørsholm's abandoned hospital by Manymade, both CC BY-20 Filename: TWIN_74189.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: Abandoned Hospital by Dmitriy Protsenko, CC BY 2.0 Filename: TWIN001.jpg Author: CityToast License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Derivative of: Milf Oven by darkday, CC BY 2.0 |
SCP-6007 | keter | by Captain Kirby SCP-6007-A Border Item #: SCP-6007 Special Containment Procedures: Since the behavior induced by SCP-6007 is simply an exaggeration of a non-anomalous human disposition, direct containment of SCP-6007 and its effects is considered unnecessary. However, unsanctioned civilian research that may lead to the discovery of SCP-6007 is to be defunded. A perimeter has been established surrounding SCP-6007-A to deny civilian entry under the cover story of a logging operation. Description: SCP-6007 is a type of electrical signal that is detected at all points of the globe. SCP-6007 has a tendency to reflect off flat surfaces. This leads SCP-6007's intensity to be significantly higher indoors as opposed to outdoors, since any waves that do penetrate walls tend to linger and accumulate over time. SCP-6007 induces a neuro-chemical reaction in the human brain that exaggerates an individual's desire to travel. The chemical production caused by SCP-6007 is extremely slow, and will only result in a noticeable change in behavior over the course of years of exposure to high intensity SCP-6007 waves. Discovery: SCP-6007 was discovered by Dr. Matthew Liswell during a survey of unexplained electrical waves detected by Foundation sites1. After completing a biological investigation of SCP-6007, Dr. Liswell submitted the following funding request: SCP-6007: Investigation Proposal Preface Dr. Matthew Liswell Budget Requested: $25,000 Purpose: Purchase of plane flights and lodging for 6 researchers for three different trips each to a destination of their choosing. I will preface this request by saying I know how this looks, but I promise this isn't some ploy for paid vacation. After concluding my research into the psychological effects of SCP-6007, we still lack a proper containment mechanism. While it is innocuous at the moment, these are still foreign electrical signals. Who knows if they will stay innocuous? We know the localized and immediate effects of SCP-6007, but that's it. I would like to try a different form of study. Instead of laboratory samples, investigating long term case-studies. I want to let a group of subjects give in to the travel bug and see where it takes them. I've attached a list of researchers who I know have been somewhat affected by SCP-6007. I know we would normally send out D-Class for this, but I don't trust that they would know what to look out for. Besides, us white coats could use a break from these concrete cages too. SCP-6007 Study Travel Log: The project was approved, and four researchers were selected to participate, including Dr. Liswell. Selected researchers were forbidden from communicating with each other about their travel plans and experiences to isolate each case. Below is a brief log of the locations and activities performed by the researchers as a part of this project. Trip # Locations Activities 1 Tokyo, Japan; New York City, USA; London, UK; Paris, France Museum viewing, attending performances, other low intensity observational activities 2 Galapagos Islands, Ecuador; Reykjavík, Iceland; San José, Costa Rica; Queenstown, New Zealand Wildlife observation, day hikes, other medium intensity outdoor activities. 3 Hanoi, Vietnam; Himalayan Mountains, Nepal; Gaborone, Botswana; Anchorage, USA; Backpacking, walking safari, dog sledding 4 Cusco, Peru; Cuiabá, Brazil (2x); Rio de Janeiro, Brazil; All planned to go on extended backpacking trips into the Amazon Forest The study halted after day 4 of the final excursion when it was apparent that all subjects were headed for the same destination. SCP-6007-A: SCP-6007-A is a stretch of approximately 100km2 land in the north west region of the Amazon Rainforest. Experiments indicate that, should an individual be allowed to indulge the desire to travel imposed by SCP-6007, they will eventually attempt to travel to SCP-6007-A as part of a mission of "self-discovery". Four vine-like spires are placed throughout SCP-6007-A. They are approximately 30m tall, and 2m in diameter. SCP-6007 amplitude measurements indicate that the waves originate from these spires. The boundary of SCP-6007-A is marked by a sudden reduction in humidity. There is also a decrease in vegetation closer to the center of SCP-6007-A. Despite the scarcity of native flora, local fauna still frequently venture into SCP-6007-A. In addition to the fauna there appear to be living anomalous entities within SCP-6007-A, henceforth designated SCP-6007-B. SCP-6007-B are living entities that appear to be humanoid in shape, but consist entirely of roots. These roots extend underground an indeterminate distance. The arms of SCP-6007-B instances do not terminate in a hand-like appendage, but rather form a simple pincer. The roots that make up SCP-6007-B instance heads are shaped to loosely approximate a face, with sockets for eyes, and an indent that resembles an permanently open mouth. However, there is no evidence that these cavities have sensory capabilities. Exploration: To better understand SCP-6007, and SCP-6007-A, a small exploration was deployed to take measurements of one of the spire structures. This exploration was deployed on foot as to avoid disrupting SCP-6007-A's natural state. Researcher Matthew Liswell and Junior Researcher Stephanie Liu were chosen to perform this operation due to their familiarity with SCP-6007 and outdoorsmanship. + Exploration Footage 1 - Exploration Footage 1 The following footage was recorded when Liu and Liswell arrived at the border to SCP-6007, which occurred at 8:16 local time. <Begin Log> Liu and Liswell walk quietly side by side as they approach the perimeter of SCP-6007. Liswell: Hey, Stephanie, can we stop a moment? Liu stops. Liswell jogs ahead slightly and begins brushing the dirt and detritus aside on the ground. Liswell: Ok, come on over. Liu steps up and films over Liswell's shoulder. Liswell: You see that there? That crack in the ground? Liu: Just a bit. Liswell digs around on the ground before holding up two handfuls of soil. Liswell: This dirt is from our side of the crack, and this is from the other side. See how much drier it is? I think we're about to depart from normalcy. Liu: I'll ping our location for command. Liswell: Good, good. Liswell looks back at the ground while Liu signals their position to command. Liswell: You know, you could be a little more excited about it. Liu: Huh? Liswell: I mean, you don't get off site all too much, right? Liu: Not for work no, but at the end of the day, field work is just field work. Liswell stands up and dusts himself off. Liswell: You go on many hikes? Liu: I'm more of a skier myself. Liswell: Ah, I see… I used to go on backpacking trips with my roommates. Haven't had much time recently though. Liu: Mhmm. Liswell: Anyways, I've been… eager for this exploration. Liu begins walking forward. Liswell follows alongside her. Liswell: In fact, I heard that this part of the Amazon has been a popular destination from my more experienced backpacking buddies. Liu: Do you know anyone who's actually been down this way? Liswell: No one who's actually made the trip. Just people who made the plans. And honestly, maybe they did go, and just never came back. Liu: I don't appreciate half-assed attempts to scare me on my first outing. Liswell: Oh sorry, I wasn't— I didn't even know this was your first mission. Liu: Well, now you do. Liswell: Anyways, I'm not trying to scare you. Just have some conversation to keep the atmosphere loose, you know? Besides these are all friends of friends, so I don't have any confirmation they've been down here, not to mention if they made it back. Hiking stories tend to get passed around and exagg— Liu stops suddenly, and holds up a hand. Liswell halts as well. Liu points in front of them, slightly to the left. After a moment, bushes rustle from that direction, and a mass of roots retreats further into the rainforest. Liu: Did any of your friends mention sentient plants? Liswell: You're sure that was sentient? Liu: It was spying on us. Liswell: Most plants don't eavesdrop. Liu: Most plants don't have faces. Liswell: I just don't want to jump to conclusions. But… yes it did have a face. Liu: Command did not mention there would be Dryads in our briefing. Should we turn around? Liswell: Nah, we're fine. One thing you'll learn with field work, is that nothing goes according to the briefing. And, because of that, if we turn around each time we see something strange, we'll never make it more than a few steps. Liu: I see… in that case, we should get going. Liswell: Lead the way. <End Log> + Exploration Footage 2 - Exploration Footage 2 The following was recorded after nightfall on the first day at 18:25 local time. GPS signals indicate that Liu and Liswell have travelled approximately 11km from the border of SCP-6007-A. Observed Tree Grove <Begin Log> Liswell: … and it's not like it worked. My brother still smokes no matter how many times— Liu: Yeah, that sounds rough. Liswell: It is, but I get through it. Liu: Anyways, uh Matt, it getting dark already? Liswell: Only barely. We still have time. Liu: We should still start looking for somewhere to set up camp. Liswell: You know, there are those tree groves we passed? They could act as a hut of sorts. Liu: I would be amenable to that. Liswell: I think I see one up ahead. Liswell and Liu walk ahead, diverging from GPS directions. They approach a tightly spaced collection of trees, forming a circle. The trees have thin trunks, and their branches only protrude into the circle. Liswell and Liu are able to maneuver between the trunks, but only after removing their packs to be passed through separately. Inside the circle, the branches from the trees have grown together overhead to form a mesh that blocks out most of the light from overhead. Liswell: Wow… you know, Steph, I always dreamed about sleeping under a sky of leaves. Liu films the ground of the grove. A cocoon of roots have formed in the center of the grove. Liu kneels down, bringing the camera closer to her end of the structure. The camera cannot properly adjust to the low lighting to make out features beyond the roots. Liu: Matt, we should go. Liswell: Why? Liu points to the cocoon. Liswell pulls out a flashlight and shines it where Liu is kneeling. The camera can now make out a human face underneath the roots. Lack of decay and coloration indicate this person remained alive. Liu: No don't! Liu stands up and covers Liswell's flashlight with her hand. Liswell: Oh… I was not expecting that. Liu: We should find somewhere else to camp. Liswell: Or maybe we could wake them and— Liu: Matt, I… I really don't think it's a good idea. Liswell: Alright, fine. Liu and Liswell exit the grove. Liswell: That's really too bad. It's such a unique arrangement. I know we see anomalies a lot, but it's nice to appreciate when nature does something strange on its own. You know? Liu: I guess. Liswell: Reminds me of this time, I was out in the Appalachians… <End Log> It is estimated that Liu and Liswell passed at least six similar groves prior in the exploration. Liu and Liswell set up camp at 20:43 local time, having travelled 15km. This is less than half of the distance prescribed in the exploration timeline to ensure a return within 3 days. + Interview Log - Interview Log During travel on the second day, at 11:33 local time, Liu and Liswell encountered a pair of civilian hikers. Facial recognition identified them as Louise Garber and Enrique Fernandez, both reported as missing individuals 3 months prior. Despite initial objections from Liu, Liswell conducted an interview with these civilians under the guise of reporting on tourism in the Amazon Rainforest. Liswell stands next to Garber and Fernandez, who are both wearing tank tops and tie-dye bandanas. Liswell: This is Matthew Liswell here with Louise Garber and Enrique Fernandez, here to talk about their experience traversing the Amazon. Louise gives a small wave to the camera, and Enrique nods. Liswell: First, what inspired you to take your travels to the Amazon? Garber: Well, Enrique and I had been on a bit of a travel spree. Take some time off work, see the world and all that. And after seeing Europe and Asia, we decided that backpacking through Brazil would be a great way to see South America. Liswell: You two do much backpacking? Fernandez: Yeah, we do a little hiking here and there. Sleeping out in nature is just good for the soul, you know? Liswell: Indeed. You must've spent quite a few nights out here. Garber: Oh, I think we've only been out for less than a week. I think we're on day… four? Fernandez: The time doesn't matter. We'll walk until we reach the end. It's one of those journey over destination vibes. Liswell: Of course, of course. Fernandez: You know, my man, sometimes I think the forest wants us here. Like, it gives us places to sleep, water to drink, and food to eat. This is where we belong, right baby girl? Fernandez plants a kiss on Garber's cheek. She giggles. Liswell: Food? Honestly, I don't think I've seen any fruits here. Fernandez: Nah man. I ain't talking about nutrients from the ground. Garber leans in closer to Liswell. Garber: I wasn't awake for this… but he somehow found smoked meat. Fernandez: I did not find that. The forest presented it to me. As an offering, with outstretched hands. Liswell: Like a person? Fernandez: Like a person made of trees. Liswell: Interesting. Fernandez: It's looking out for us man. The world looks out for us. That's really what you learn when you explore. Liswell: You always learn something on a hike. Fernandez: Nah, I'm not just talking about hiking. Just traveling. Seeing the world. Expanding your horizons. Garber: You know, the part of the brain that inspires people to travel is the same part of the brain that inspires self-growth and improvement. Liu: Where did you hear that? Garber: Some health blog. Fernandez: And out here, we're not just learning about us, but our place in the world. On this big ball. How small we are, how big everything else is. Liswell nods silently. Liu: Umm… we should probably get going. Liswell: Right, right. Well, it's been great talking to you both. Thank you for your time. Garber: It was a pleasure. <End Log> + Exploration Footage 3 - Exploration Footage 3 On day 3, Liswell and Liu began cutting back substantially on ration consumption in an attempt to preserve food for the return journey. Command discussed airdropping additional supplies, however the decision was made to wait until Liswell and Liu had arrived at the target to prevent any unnecessary disruptions to SCP-6007-A's ecosystem. <Begin Log> Liu is lagging significantly behind Liswell, whose voice is muffled since he is speaking away from Liu's microphone. Liu: Hey, Matt? Can we just, slow down a bit? Liswell stops and turns around. Liswell: I thought we needed to go faster since, you know, we're running out of food. Liu: We don't need to be fast, we need to be efficient. Liswell: I'd take that as getting more distance per meal. Liu: That's easy to say when you're not carrying an extra ten pounds. Liu jiggles the camera. Liswell: Touché. I mean, we should probably be looking for food anyways. Liu: I'm not sure we should trust anything we find out here. Liswell: If it's that or starve… Liu: We won't starve! We have extra rations. We just need to be conservative. Liswell: I'll keep my eyes out anyways. Liu: Sure. Whatever. Liswell: Actually… do you smell that? Liu: Smell what? Liswell: It's smoky. Liu: Forest fire? Liswell: I think it's coming from this way. Liswell runs left, deviating from the prescribed path. Liu follows him slowly, occasionally losing sight of Liswell between the trees. Liu: Matt! Slow down! Liswell stops. Liu catches up to Liswell, who points at an abnormally formed tree in front of him. A large hole has formed in the trunk, which emits a thin stream of smoke. The branches of the tree are all angled upward. Almost no light is transmitted through the leaves. Liswell: Amazing. Liu: Should we put it out? Liswell: Possibly, let's take a closer look first. Liswell and Liu approach the tree, angling the camera to see inside the hole. The floor of the trunk consists of a leaf-like surface, on top of which is a small pile of twigs which acts as kindling for a fire. A stick is wedged within the interior walls of the tree. A piece of meat is skewered on this stick. Liswell: It's like a sunlight funnel. Liu: That's being used for cooking? Liswell removes the skewer and examines the meat. Liswell: I would say it's effective. A crackling sound can be heard off camera. Liu and Liswell turn to see an SCP-6007-B entity approaching the tree carrying a stack of twigs. Liswell: Hello? The entity stops. Liswell points to the meat, and then to the entity. Liswell: Is this yours? The SCP-6007-B entity holds out an appendage. Liswell: It's for us? Liu: [whispers] We need to run. The entity extends its appendage again. Liswell begins inspecting the meat. Liswell: We're fine. We've heard about this before. Liu: I don't care, we should go. Liswell: We should at least eat first. Liu: What? Liswell: You need to eat, right? I don't want to carry this for ten minutes just to eat it later. We should just have it here. Liu: I'm not eating that. We don't know if its poisoned or what kind of animal it comes from or— Liswell: We haven't had any approach of anomalous animals. Liu: Even then, well you know what animal we have seen around here? Humans. Liswell: I don't think this is human meat. Liu: You have experience with that? Liswell: No, but I think human meat resembles pork more. Liu: So you're ok with eating that? Liswell: I'm checking it over first, but after that yeah. Liu: But— Liswell takes a bite of the meat. Liswell: Hmm… smoky. Liu swats the skewer from Liswell's hand. Liswell: Steph! We could've replaced rations with that. Liu: I said I'm not eating that. Liswell: Then I could've eaten it and you could have my rations. Liu: And I'm not letting my partner get anymore compromised than you already are. Liswell turns back to the SCP-6007-B entity. Liswell: I'm so sorry for her. Liu: You're apologizing to it? Liswell: You threw its food on the ground. Liu: But… oh fuck it. I'm going back before we're surrounded. Liu turns toward the GPS directed path. After a few minutes, Liswell follows after her, and eventually overtakes her. <End Log> + Exploration Footage 4 - Exploration Footage 4 At 14:22 on the third day of exploration, Liswell and Liu had their closest encounter with an SCP-6007-B entity. <Begin Log> Liswell walks ahead of Liu. He deviates from the GPS directions, wandering into the foliage to closer observe unidentified flora. Liu moves slower than Liswell under the weight of the camera and broadcasting equipment and remains consistent with the GPS directions. Liu: Matt! Can you stay on the path? I'm going to lose you at this rate. Liswell: Stop worrying. It's not like we're in a rush. Liu: We're two days behind schedule! Liswell: We're making progress. Besides, we rarely get to be outside for this long in our— Liu: Stop. Liswell stops moving. Liu continues forward, catching up with Liswell. Liswell: Come again? Liu: Just, stop. I am not listening to another one of your fucking nature lectures. Or your self-improvement lectures. Or any of your lectures! Do you know how pretentious you sound? How obnoxious and grandiose? You know you're not just talking to me, right? All of command will hear this. And over these days you have filled so much of the airwaves with garbage. Can we not just walk in silence? Just for once? Liswell gazes at the ground. Liswell: Ah… I see. Apologies. Liu: Accepted. Now let's keep moving. Liu steps on a bush whose leaves remain low to the forest floor. However, they obscure the fact that there is no solid ground underneath them. The bush's branches give way. Liu slides approximately 3m, landing in a waist-high pool. Liu: Aaah, fuck. Liswell: Steph? Are you hurt? Liu I feel sticky, but I'm fine. Liswell removes the bush branches from the opening to the hole, more light to enter the hole. The camera can now see that the pool Liu stands in is filled with an opaque liquid. The walls of the hole are smooth, and sloped at approximately 45 degrees. Liu attempts to clamber out of the hole, by digging her hands into the loose dirt in the walls. However, she cannot maintain a proper grip due to a mucus coating over the hole's surfaces. During this time, Liswell examines the bush leaves. Liswell: Is it just you, or does something smell sweet? Liu: I don't know… I guess so? Liswell: It's just, there's a very sweet smell here but this bush has no fruit. Liu: Can you just get me out? Liswell: I will, I will. Just give me a moment. We came out here to learn about the anomaly, this could very well be a part of it. I don't want to pull you out just to jump back in the hole because we missed something. Liu: Fine. So you want to know about the sweetness? Liswell: Yes. Liu: I think the liquid is what's sweet, but there's an unevenness around my feet that might be leeching the smell into it? Liswell: Maybe. Is the unevenness soft? Liu: Parts feel soft, but others feel like loose rocks. Liswell: Can you pick one of them up for me? I think the sweetness is coming from that fluid, but I have a bonus theory. Liu: You'll need to hold the camera and comms equipment. Liu passes the camera and her backpack up to Liswell, who starts filming the pool. Liu dives under the liquid. Liswell: See, this feels like a trap set up by the Dryads, but I don't think they're able to produce this membrane, or this liquid. They've demonstrated very rudimentary hunter-gatherer skills. So instead— Liu resurfaces. She is visibly uncomfortable. Liu: Parts of it are hairy… Liswell: Let's see it then! Liu lifts her hand from the water. She holds the waterlogged, and partially disintegrated body of a spider monkey. The corpse's legs slough off into the water. Liu: Holy fuck! Liswell: That is exquisite! Liu drops the monkey. Liswell: They must've come to the bush seeking some sort of fruit or berries! Liu: Help me! Liswell: And then when they fall in, the membrane on the walls prevents them from climbing out! Liu: This pool is full of dead monkeys! Liswell: Yes, that's the point. Liu: And I can't get out! Liswell zooms in on the bush branches. He can barely be heard over Liu's screams. Liswell: That's how this thing stays so healthy despite being so low to the forest floor. It's seeping nutrients from the mammals digesting in the pool. Of course, its a very slow process, but effective. There is a snapping sound behind Liswell. He turns around to film two SCP-6007-B entities traveling toward the hole. Liu: [sobbing] Matt… please. Liswell: Good afternoon. The entities turn to face Liswell before continuing to the hole. They both peer inside. Liu: [weakly] They're looking at me. Liswell: Hang tight Steph, they've never gotten this close before. Both SCP-6007-B entities descend into the hole. The base of the Dryads cuts through the mucus membrane coating the hole's walls. The membrane reforms behind the entities. One entity reaches into the pool and extracts a monkey corpse. The other also retrieves a corpse, but offers its other appendage to Liu. Liu looks at the entity, and then up at Liswell. Liswell gives a thumbs up. Liu grabs the SCP-6007-B entity's roots, who then ascends from the hole, pulling Liu with it. Liswell: Fascinating. Liu is left lying down next to the hole. It is apparent that the liquid from the pool has a syrupy texture. The SCP-6007-B entities return the way they came. Liswell: So that's how they get their meat… they just take the left overs of what nature has already created. They don't need to develop tools or interfere on their own. There's enough to survive on. Liswell zooms in on Liu. It is only now that the bags under her eyes, and the paleness of her skin become apparent. Presumably caused by multiple nights or poor sleep, and days of malnourishment. Liswell: They even extract Steph, because if she stayed in the hole it would've caused a disturbance. But now that unexpected prey is no longer present, everything can return to how it was. The plant will keep catching animals, and the Dryads will have meat. Isn't that amazing Steph? Liu stands, and motions for Liswell to return her backpack and camera. Liswell: Oh, right. Sorry, let my inner David Attenborough take over. Liswell returns Liu's belongings, and they resume travel. Liswell continues to talk about nature documentaries until the two turn in for the night. <End Log> + Exploration Footage 5 - Exploration Footage 5 At 11:02 on the fourth day, Liswell and Liu arrived at the center of SCP-6007-A. <Begin Log> The foliage has thinned significantly compared to the boundary of SCP-6007-A. There are fewer trees, and instead more bushes. Additionally, the topsoil is drier. Liswell: … and I asked him, is there really a reason we can't have more windows in the building? And of course he mentioned something about breaches and someone seeing inside but, we're located out in the middle of the woods. No civilian is just going to walk over there. Liu does not respond. Liswell: Really, they got us locked up as tightly as the anomalies. It's why I love field missions. Lets you get out. Lets you escape. Some patches of bright pink ground can be seen where there is no topsoil. A clearing is seen up ahead. Liswell: Reminds me of what that hippie guy said, remember him? How travel is really the soul wanting to improve? I'm going to use that one when we get back home, believe me. Just because, like, it's so true. Especially because we like, as a species need to do better. Like the Dryads. They have this whole little section of forest and they thrive in it and maintain it and it's all so beautifully mutual. Liswell and Liu arrive at the clearing. There is no topsoil in the clearing, revealing the ground to be entirely pink and spongy. Additionally, within the clearing is the spire, indicating this is Liu and Liswell's final destination. The spire does not sprout from soil similar to previous flora observed, but rather protrudes directly from the spongy ground, and appears to take on a lime green color. Liswell: Ah, it seems we've arrived. I haven't been this excited to collect samples in a long time. Liswell walks forward, but Liu does not follow. Liswell: Oh, come on. We're almost there. Liswell grabs Liu by the arm and guides her to the spire. Liu's skin is pale, and her arm hangs limply. Liswell: I'm just so deeply curious… what makes this place tick. Like, are the Dryads actually related to these spires or do they just coexist like everything else here? If you want to know my take, I think they're separate. I think their origins are almost entirely disjoint from this place. You know why? Liu does not respond. Liswell: Because I think they came from us. Why would they have eye sockets but no eyes? Why would they have mouths if they cannot speak? It's a facsimile of a face, because it's vestigial. It hasn't been worked out of the evolutionary line yet. But really they are us. Why would they entice us with food and shelter if it wasn't an invitation to join them? To ascend to this more… balanced existence? Liswell and Liu arrive at the spire. Liswell approaches it. SCP-6007-B entities can be seen gathered at the edge of the clearing. Liswell: And maybe, just maybe, this will teach us how to change. It's the rare situation where you learn something from the journey as well as the destination, eh? Liu does not respond. Liswell: Hey, you want the moment of glory? Give the first report? Here, give me the recording equipment. You can touch it and tell us the texture. Liswell takes the camera and recording equipment from Liu. She is shivering. Liswell: Go on. You can touch it. Liu reaches out, her arm trembling, and touches the spire. The ground shakes. Liswell drops the camera. <End Log> At 11:13, local time, SCP-6007-A folded down its center, both halves lifting from the ground and rotating until they became flush with one another. The motion took 0.35 seconds to complete. This geological event resulted in a small earthquake, measuring 3 on the Richter scale. SCP-6007-A remained in this state for 3 minutes before unfolding. Pictures captured by drones patrolling SCP-6007-A at the time noted three key abnormalities: The area underneath SCP-6007-A is an empty hemisphere. The only entity within the hemisphere is a tangle of roots and vines, which connects to the center of SCP-6007-A. The texture and color of this mass resembles that of SCP-6007-B entities. While in its folded state, SCP-6007-A's shape resembled that of the Dionaea muscipula, otherwise known as the Venus Flytrap. Footnotes 1. For the full report see A Survey of Foreign Interference Signals and Threat Assessment by Liswell et al. |
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