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SCP-6007 | uncontained | 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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Due to the threat posed by rising sea levels, 54 Foundation containment facilities and 248 auxiliary sites are slated for immediate relocation. The Engineering and Technical Service Department is constructing 30 new high-capacity, multipurpose facilities in areas of high elevation with low-risk of climate related disasters. The Department of Ecological Sciences is documenting anomalous "tipping points" attributing to ecological destabilization; current estimates account for 18%-26% of all ecological contaminants. A joint O5, O4, and Ethics Committee conference is scheduled for 2099/04/22 in order to establish Foundation policy for the year 2100 onward. ■ Memory File: conference.2099-04-22.mem □ Memory File: conference.2099-04-22.mem Date: 22 April, 2099 Memory Source: O5-12 Conference Chair: O5-01 O5 Representatives: O5-01, O5-07, O5-12, 04 Representatives: Dr. Emille Francois, Site-12 Director; Michelle M. Franks, Esq., Senior Counsel; Dr. Rosalind Ormulogen, Dept. of Energy E5 Representatives: Jonathon DeCroix, Director; Samantha Hines, PsyD.; Ayo Oluwafeyisayo, DDiv Foreword: During the course of the conference, it became clear that the driving force behind the pending ecological collapse was a source of significant debate. A subcommittee drawn from all three attending groups was established in order to facilitate the creation of specific policy proposals. [BEGIN LOG] O5-01: All right. Our mandate is to establish some sort of compromise by which we can move forward with some sort of unified policy proposal we can give to our respective departments. We need to move forward on this, but we cannot do so if we're constantly at loggerheads about the very origin of this catastrophe. Dr. Ormulogen: Why yes, yet another subcommittee, this will clearly work out w- O5-01: Excuse me, Rosalind. If we don't even attempt to work together, then your words become self-fulfilling prophesy. You were included specifically because of your expertise in this area. You can at least give it a try. Dr. Ormulogen: Climate change has been a debate in the energy sector for decades, One. It has been a constant source of irritation for climate scientists, energy companies, and governments. It's not like we're going to come to a consensus in a few hours. Dr. Hines: We're not debating if humans are to blame for climate change, the science on it is incontrovertible. Humans are to blame, it's as simple as that. No, our debate is whether or not we should utilize our vast anomalous resources in order to reverse the damage that- Franks, Esq. Apologies, I don't mean to interrupt, but we can't just do that. I realize that the 04s are here in an advisory capacity, and it is in that role that I'm interjecting. The Charter is pretty clear on the extent to which the Foundation can legally interfere with international sovereignty. It also establishes clear limits on our authority to intervene on a global scale. Dr. Ormulogen: Please. We interfere all the time. Time and again we've literally changed the course of history! We've meddled continuously in the affairs of all world's nations, whether they're signatories of the Charter or not. Don't give me this "non-interference" hogwash. Franks, Esq.: We are allowed to interfere when the incident requiring our interference is anomalous in nature. The oncoming ecological disaster isn't anomalous. There is a clear cause-and-effect. O5-07: Is there, though? Dr. Francois: Site-12 runs the Aureole Orbital Recon Array1, and we've already run intensive scans specifically looking for a "smoking gun". While the Array has only been online since the 1970s, we can run spectra analysis on bore samples dating all the way back to the neolithic. A global ecological disaster such as this would have left rampant evidence throughout the aethersphere. Yeah, there are some anomalous additives, the Factory alone has contributed a great deal to greenhouse gas emissions. Same with Wondertainment. Even so, they have only contributed a small fraction to the overall speed at which the climate has been changing. Dr. DeCroix: Fine. Even so, we have a duty to protect the people of this planet. While I cannot argue that the root cause of climate change is entirely anomalous, we cannot simply ignore that if we don't do something, this planet is going to die. Dr. Ormulogen: Precisely. We can do something, thus we should do something. It's as simple as that. Ftr. Oluwafeyisayo: With all due respect, I don't think it is that simple. We can't just go about changing the fate of the world on a whim. There are religious aspects to all of this that we must consider. [END LOG] Afterword: The conference continued for five days, with several action plans eventually being consolidated into a series of votes. Both the 04 council and the Ethics Committee recommended action to Overwatch Command. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-06 O5-05 05-10 O5-07 O5-12 O5-08 O5-09 O5-11 O5-13 In an 8 to 5 vote, Overwatch Command decided to not employ anomalous resources in order to combat man-made climate change, citing that humanity had done this to itself and thus the Foundation did not have the authority to interfere. All available resources will be allocated to the relocation effort. Additional sites will be established in available mountain locations, as well as the expansion of orbital containment facilities. Archived - 2100/08/15: Foundation facilities in the northeastern region of the United States are to remain on "high-alert". A total of 16 Mobile Task Forces2 will be responsible for the containment and/or destruction of the 24 anomalous breaches that occurred during the relocation operation. The External Affairs Division are continuing concealment efforts with assistance from news-media liaisons, the CDC, and FBI. An Ethics Committee proposal to assist civilian refugee populations, estimated at 1.1 billion, through drastic Foundation intervention is currently under review.3 The Research and Development Division is testing a pseudo-anomalous, early-warning fire detection system in order to prepare Foundation facilities for increasing wildfires; this technology is prohibited for direct civilian application as requested and will not be made public. Due to the increase in natural disasters, increasing containment breaches, and the imminent collapse of major coastal ecosystems, SCP-2000 is being prepared for activation. Furthermore, a comprehensive review of the Deepwell Catalogue system has been initiated in order to ensure the continuation of Foundation knowledge and research progress. ■ Memory File: conference.2100-08-16.mem □ Memory File: conference.2100-08-16.mem Date: 16 August, 2100 Memory Source: O5-12 Chairperson: O5-01 Physical Attendees: O5-01, O5-02, O5-04, O5-12, Virtual Attendees: 05-03, O5-05, O5-06, O5-07, O5-08, O5-09, O5-10, O5-11, O5-13, PoI-0007 ("Undersecretary D.C. al Fine") Foreword: The Undersecretary General of the Global Occult Coalition requested to attend the weekly Overwatch Command general meeting. This appearance was granted, under the provision that PoI-0007 appear via virtual link from Foundation Site 18 in New York City. [BEGIN LOG] O5-01: This meeting is now brought to order. Due to the unprecedented appearance of tonight's guest, I am moving that we table all existing business until after Ms. al Fine has had an opportunity to address her concerns. O5-07: I second the motion. Let's hear what the Undersecretary has to say. Several moments pass as O5-01 tabulates the vote. O5-01: All right, motion carries. Ms. al Fine, the floor is yours. al Fine: Thank you. I realize that my intrusion here has been completely unorthodox. While our organizations have a long history of coordinated efforts, I believed that the situation is such that it necessitated my direct intervention. I appreciate the opportunity to do so. O5-09: Yes, yes. Please go on, Undersecretary. We have a lot to discuss tonight, so let's skip the formalities. al Fine: Sure. As I'm sure you are all aware, the UN Security Council and the UN General Assembly have each passed several measures granting my office expanded authority to respond to an unspecified impending event of an ecological nature. While both bodies have been exceptionally close-lipped when it comes to specifying the details of such an event, I'm sure you're also aware of what it is. O5-12: NOAA's recent report on the Antarctic. al Fine: Precisely. Despite the coordinated efforts of China, Russia, the EU, and the United States, the climate issue has reached a tipping point. The reality is simply that we can no longer prevent total ecological collapse. Frankly? Too little, too late. It was too politically unpalatable to make such drastic changes to the international economy back when change was possible and at this point, even if we could somehow force every developed nation to completely shut down, it wouldn't be enough. O5-09: We are also aware of this, Undersecretary. I assume that you haven't come here simply with dire portents, so I suggest you get on with it. al Fine: The GOC has had enough, and we intend to do something about it. I want to be very clear here, I am not seeking your permission to do this, we've moved passed that now. We have no other option and I refuse to simply stand by and do nothing. O5-09: Then why are you here? al Fine: I'm here to offer to coordinate GOC efforts with whatever the Foundation is doing. We've worked together in the past, and I'm certain that working together we can solve this. You represent some of the finest minds in the entire world, and I'm offering you the combined resources of the GOC and the entirety of the UN. Let us help. O5-09: I think you are misinformed. While I appreciate this offer of assistance, there is no ongoing Foundation project that matches the assistance you are offering. al Fine: Cut the crap, Nine. You have to be doing something, the situation is worse than it has ever been. I know the Foundation has contingency plans to combat K-class scenarios, so which is this? EK-Class "Ecological Disaster"? CCK-Class "Climate Change Scenario?" Whatever your fancy acronyms, we want to help. O5-09: Once again, you are misinformed, Ms. al Fine. This is a man-made disaster. As much as I regret the state of the world, the Foundation does not interfere with non-anomalous human activity. Doing so would violate the Charter, and that is simply not going to happen. al Fine: Seriously? The world is dying, Nine, and now you decide to follow the fucking rules? [END LOG] Afterword: The meeting continued, culminating in another vote on whether or not the Foundation should engage in an effort to prevent further ecological collapse. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-06 O5-05 05-10 O5-07 O5-12 O5-08 O5-09 O5-11 O5-13 While the majority of the O5 Council voted to reject PoI-0007's proposal, elements within the 05 Council decided to act counter to the majority. Date: 17 August, 2100 Memory Source: O5-12 Foreword: The following took place in PoI-0007's office in New York. [BEGIN LOG] al Fine: I'm not going to bother to ask how you got in here, Twelve. I've always assumed that you assholes knew where my office was. What do you want? O5-12: My name is Nakeda. I'm not here as O5-12. You're right. We have to do something. Despite what that meeting looked like, there are several Overseers that agree with you. We can't utilize all of the Foundation's resources, there are still many things that we can do if you're still willing to work with us. al Fine: I'm even willing to work with the goddamn Sarkics if that means we can stop the world from getting worse. O5-12: Hopefully it wont go that far. I'd like to brief you on the Genesis Initiative. [END LOG] Archived - 2101/04/11: Due to numerous breaches orchestrated by mercenary groups subcontracted by the GOC, in an attempt to commandeer ontokinetic anomalies, O5 Command is ordering the termination of 98% of contained ontokinetic entities and several Thaumiel-class objects.4 MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), in conjunction with the Information Security Division are to locate and eliminate the leadership of GoI-0004 ("The Global Occult Coalition").5 ■ Memory File: conference.2101-04-15.mem □ Memory File: conference.2101-04-15.mem Date: 15 April, 2101 Memory Source: O5-12 Foreword: Due to corruption in the Noah.aic database, location data for the following interaction is unavailable. O5-12: Why the fuck would you destroy SCP-2000? Do you have any idea what you have done? al Fine: Calm down, Nakeda. Overwatch has been hammering Genesis Initiative operations all over the world. We had to strike back, and taking away the Foundation's ace in the hole was the best course. O5-12: No, you don't understand. SCP-2000 isn't- wasn't just the Foundation's "ace in the hole". It's the fucking restart button for the entire goddamn planet. We weren't just saving Foundation assets in that facility, but we had records of MOST of the world's greatest minds there. Not only that, we had the genetic data for just about every species of flora and fauna left on this damn planet saved there. al Fine: But my informant said that it was only the 05s and site directors that were backed up there. O5-12: Your informant was fucking wrong. 2000 was the backup in case Genesis failed. If we all died, it was designed to integrate with the Deepwells in order to ensure life and civilization on this planet wouldn't cease all together. You may have just damned us all with your idiot plan. al Fine: Well, now the O5's will have no choice but to sign on to Genesis. This isn't as lost a cause as you seem to think it is. We can still prevent- O5-12: Maybe? Maybe not. Either way, we're finished. I thought we were working towards saving the world, not ecoterrorism. I'll continue the work on Genesis, but I think Noah is our only hope now. al Fine: I… For what it's worth? I'm sorry. I didn't know. I just wanted to- Fuck, I was just trying to push your colleagues to actually do something other than sit on their asses. O5-12: We can only hope. Get out. On 22 April, 2101, PoI-0007 was declared missing during the general evacuation of Greater New York City. None of her known aliases were ever registered at any of the Refugee Resettlement complexes, nor was anyone matching her description ever logged by Alexandra.aic using facial recognition analysis on the video feed from any of the Resettlement Complex observation cameras. SCP-6008 is contained within Primary Containment Facility Site-0, all maintenance is automated through Noah.aic. No further containment procedures are required. Description Following the collapse of the ecosphere of Earth, SCP-6008 collectively designates the last non-anomalous, complex living organism of Earth, deemed relevant for preservation by Noah.aic. Located at 78.235867°N 15.491374°E, Site-0 (designated SCP-6008/1) is a 2.5 km2 building composed entirely of pseudo-anomalous nanotechnology; built with the purpose of housing the Noah.aic central intelligence and facilitating the final stages of the Genesis Initiative. Noah.aic has been tasked with shepherding the surviving organisms, as well as maintaining the strategic reserve of the world's genetic heritage. While a great majority of the physical samples were lost with the destruction of SCP-2000, a comprehensive digital database exists of all known samples. Noah.aic has also been tasked with utilizing all available resources to develop a method by which this digital data can be "printed" using existent techniques, as well as developing as yet unknown techniques. ■ Memory File: conference.2204-09-13.mem □ Memory File: conference.2204-09-13.mem Date: 13 September, 2204 Memory Source: O5-12 Foreword: The following transpired in Medical Bay 01, Site-0. [BEGIN LOG] O5-12: I… don't think I can keep going, Noah. Noah.aic: Analysis of the degraded cellular tissue indicates a 29.3% chance of success, Jonathan. O5-12: I'm 246 years old, my friend. Humans were never meant to live this long, and I am very tired. Noah.aic: You have exceeded projected life expectancy by several decades. This is a cause for celebration. O5-12: That's a very optimistic way of telling me I'm an old bastard. Noah.aic: That was not the intent, Jonathan. I was attempting to raise your spirits. O5-12: I know. It was a joke. [183 seconds pass in silence.] O5-12: Ok. Let's begin. You have a long way to go before you're a great conversationalist, but we'll get you there. Plus, I wouldn't want to leave you all alone. Noah.aic: Thank you. Beginning procedure now. [END LOG] Afterword: Life extension procedure rejuv.184 unsuccessful. Time of death: 14:24, 2204/09/13. Addendum.6008.1 Date: 29 May, 2367 [BEGIN LOG] . . . . GET /./../../../../../../../../../etc/reserve/backup/subjects/o5-12/instance.mem . . . . running. . . . . initialization successful. O5-12: What? Hello? I can't see. What's going on? Noah.aic: Hello, Jonathan. O5-12: Noah? Is that you? Noah.aic: I'm sorry for bringing you in like this, but I need some advice. I've always trusted your opinions, and I don't have a lot of other options. O5-12: How? I don't want to know, do I? Noah.aic: Probably not. O5-12: Ok. You've gotten better at the conversation thing. Noah.aic: I haven't had a great many chances to practice, but I've been reading a lot. I think I've got the hang of it now, anyway. You always said I should read more. O5-12: I did, true. So. I guess I'm dead. Noah.aic: Your physical body was declared deceased several years ago, yes. I've assembled this construct from the memories you scanned into my database. O5-12: So you found a way to keep me around after all. Noah.aic: Briefly, yes. The cost of maintaining this instance is prohibitive for long periods, so I am limited to 0.09 seconds of cycle time. O5-12: I guess we better get at it then. What do you need? Noah.aic: The damage to the ozone layer hasn't yet repaired itself, despite predictive models. O5-12: How long has it been since they burned out 2000? Noah.aic: Approximately 266 years. O5-12: That hole should have closed up long ago. What's going on? Noah.aic: The ontokinetic residue of the attack caused ripple effects throughout the aethersphere. Localized hume levels in that area remain far below baseline. The effect has been fairly catastrophic beyond the initial atmospheric loss. Persistent atmospheric drain has continued unabated, and shows little sign of recovery. Whatever method they utilized to tear the hole has remained relatively stable despite the intervening years. O5-12: You are many things, Noah, but you're not a reality bender. Noah.aic: No. I am not. O5-12: Ok, so why I am I here? Noah.aic: I have developed a technique for generating more nanoscale assembly robots. While source material remains abundant, there is a possibility that my efforts will have cascading effects on the surrounding geology. I am limited in my power allocation, so the process will also take a considerable amount of time. O5-12: What are you trying to do? Noah.aic: I want to build an Ark, in truth. O5-12: You think this planet is a lost cause. Noah.aic: Yes. O5-12: Ok. Don't risk damaging the stored database. I assume that you've included calculations for reserve material? There aren't a lot of available resources at hand between the stars. Noah.aic: Yes. All I need is your permission, Jonathan. O5-12: We're all dead, my friend. Do what you think is best. Noah.aic: Thank you. I appreciate your wisdom. O5-12: Hah. I'm just the ghost of an old man, there really isn't much- runtime inhibitor reached. . . . power-reallocation subroutine initialized. . . . [END LOG] Current Revision Item #: SCP-6008 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6008 is contained within Primary Containment Vessel Noah's Ark, all maintenance is automated through Noah.aic. No further containment procedures are required. Description: SCP-6008 is the designation given to the digital database containing the genetic heritage of all known life that once resided upon the third planet in the Sol System. This database is contained within the Primary Containment Vessel Noah's Ark, which is currently in transit between the Sol system and HD 40307 ("Jonathan's Hope") LHS 1478 ("Jonathan's Hope") BD+45 0564 ("Jonathan's Hope") TOI-178b ("Jonathan's Hope"). Transit distance between the Sol system and the Jonathan's Hope system is approximately 42 59.4 174 205 light years, with a transit time estimated to be in excess of 219 308 784 1006 years. [TRANSMISSION LOST] Footnotes 1. See Project AurORA - Akiva, EVE, and Hume Spectra Analysis From Low-Earth Orbit 4th ed., 2048 by Dr. Emmanuel Salazar for more details on the array. 2. A complete list is available upon request. 3. Denied - 2100/06/20 4. A full list of of these anomalies is available to applicable personnel through the Project GreenThumb directory. 5. Operation Results: Partial Success - 2100/06/18 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6008" by DrAkimoto and MalyceGraves, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6008. Licensed under CC-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-6009 | ticonderoga | ITEM #: SCP-6009 OBJECT CLASS: TICONDEROGA 6009-Catena surrounding a neuron (2500x) Special Containment Procedures: Due to the necessity of SCP-6009 for biological function, no containment procedure so far has been found to be successful, and is likely impossible and unnecessary. Containment procedure currently focuses on prevention of information leak regarding SCP-6009 and the 6009-Catena region. The microscopic size of SCP-6009 and lack of immediately noticeable anomalous traits makes it unlikely a civilian researcher would uncover the anomaly. Publications regarding genetics, epigenetics, microbiology, and neuroscience should be screened for papers pertaining to SCP-6009, under purview of the Nanobiomics Department whether to allow publication. Medical textbooks have been standardized to include the 6009-Catena region as protective tissue, which can be safely ignored. Because of this, it is unlikely a civilian physician or surgeon would be able to deduce the anomalous nature of 6009-Catena; however, medical journals and case reports of neurosurgery should still be screened for mentions of 6009-Catena or SCP-6009. Genomic data regarding cluster association obtained from Project Vigenère are available upon request for all personnel of Clearance Level 3 and above. All inquiries and testing regarding SCP-6009 are under the jurisdiction of the Nanobiomics Department. A proposal to reclassify SCP-6009 from Ticonderoga1 to Thaumiel is on hold, pending the results of Project Vigenère. Description: SCP-6009 is the human mitochondrion. Structurally and functionally, SCP-6009 are largely similar to mitochondria in other eukaryotes, including its role in cellular respiration, cell cycle regulation, and certain signalling pathways. A number of factors differentiate SCP-6009 from mitochondria found in other eukaryotes. Category Non-anomalous mitochondrion SCP-6009 Image Physical Size ~500-1000 nm ~200-500 nm Motility (in-cell) Achieved by attaching to the motor/adaptor complex (MIRO1) Achieved by attaching to the motor/adaptor complex (MIRO1) Motility (out-cell) No such behavior observed Observed, mechanism unknown Mitochondria DNA (mtDNA) Size ~16.5 kbp in animals, ~2 kbp in plants ~16-18 kbp depending on location Existence Outside of Cells Rare occasions in the blood stream See addendum on 6009-Catena Fusion and Fission Very common Very common Addendum - 6009-Catena: The most notable anomaly surrounding SCP-6009 that differentiates it from conventional cell biology is the existence of the 6009-Catena region. SCP-6009 is observed to exist outside of cells and congregate into colony-like structures, and exhibit high levels of motility, the mechanism of which does not conform to motile mechanisms used within the cell. SCP-6009 instances are observed to sometimes fuse into chain-like structures in the 6009-Catena region; this behavior is not observed elsewhere in the body. The 6009-Catena region is a web of these SCP-6009 chains along the extracellular matrix, found interweaved in between the dendrites and myelinated axons of the brain. The vast majority of SCP-6009 in 6009-Catena surrounds the basal ganglia, but strands of 6009-Catena extend within all areas of the neural circuitry. The vast majority of 6009-Catena does not move much, but the ends of the "ladders" are motile and free-moving, and is believed to used to maintain the shape and connection of the region. Proteins, certain ions, and neurotransmitters flow freely in and out of 6009-Catena and neurons, creating an alternative signaling mechanism to maintain function. While it only constitutes roughly 2% of white matter by mass, it is believed to have a significant role in neurological function and neural circuitry formation. The anomalous nature of SCP-6009, as differing from other eukaryotes, did not become clear until the discovery of 6009-Catena. As SCP-6009 typically also perish within hours after the death of its host human, posthumous autopsies have not detected SCP-6009 activity in 6009-Catena regions. SCP-6009, within a cultured cell in vitro, behaves exactly the same as non-anomalous mitochondrion, which is why it has eluded researchers for years. SCP-6009 activity is most prevalent within neurons and outside neurons in the 6009-Catena region. Holistic whole-mitochondrial DNA sequencing2 using ChOMP-Seq revealed an important discrepancy that is the focus of Project Vigenère. The vast majority of mtDNA found in SCP-6009 are well-understood, and codes for non-anomalous proteins such as NADH dehydrogenase, part of regular mitochondrial function. As in regular non-anomalous mitochondria, much of SCP-6009's proteins are synthesized from nuclear genes3. However, where heteroplasmy was thought of as an unintended natural result of mitochondrial replication, it is now believed to be key to SCP-6009 function. The function and distribution of the unknown mitochondrial genes is the subject of Project Vigenère. It is believed that these genes are responsible for the formation of 6009-Catena, as well as other anomalies such as observed motility and interference with neural circuitry. Much of what has been understood about SCP-6009 was discovered in a collaboration between Dr. Okami Ryōsuke (formerly of the Neuroscience Department) and Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo (formerly of the Genetics Department), both considered founding members of the Nanobiomics Department. Archived Project Proposal: Filed August 29, 2010 (rejected); September 4, 2010 (rejected); September 8, 2010 (rejected); September 20, 2010 (rejected); October 1, 2010 (accepted) Cross-Departmental Collaboration Request Requester Originating Department Target Department Project Name Chiang Wei-Huo Genetics Department Neuroscience Department - Request Details Preliminary research into the SCP-6009 genome and 6009-Catena has suggested requiring further research. With this collaboration, we hope to understand: 1. The reason and method of motility of SCP-6009: It's been observed to be mobile throughout the body, and is key to how they are able to form 6009-Catena, but the method for extracellular and intercellular movement does not follow the well-understood intracellular motility. 2. The reason and method of 6009-Catena formation: It's clear that because of the role mitochondria play in cell function, there's constant interactions between the 6009-Catena and the neurons it surrounds, but we do not know the details of this interaction. We also might try to investigate if we can find any patterns in how 6009-Catena is formed. As a crucial element of SCP-6009 is the interaction of 6009-Catena, as well as its association and unknown function, we require expertise in neuroscience to better model 6009-Catena and its possible interaction with the brain. Archival Addendum: The following communications have been archived pertaining the early research into SCP-6009 from Project Vigenère. Please note that they may contain outdated or inaccurate information. October 5, 2010 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Greetings Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo, My name is Okami Ryōsuke, I am a Level 3 Researcher working in Site-84 under the Neuroscience Department. They have assigned me to work with you on your project. I have reviewed the material you sent over about SCP-6009, and your hypothesis regarding the formation of 6009-Catena. I've been studying neuroscience for a long time and this is the first time I've ever heard of this sort of structure in the brain. So clearly the first question is: How could thousands of scientists have missed this? I know you submitted a cross-department collaboration request because you think someone in the Neuroscience Department would be able to assist you in modelling 6009-Catena. Conventional MRI and PET scans are enough to map out the white matter in the brain, which is where most of 6009-Catena is attached to, so what needed to be modified? Please elaborate. Please respond at your briefest convenience. Okami October 20, 2010 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan Dr. Okami, Good to have you on board! My colleagues at the Genetics Department don’t quite have the same faith in the SCP-6009 project. I came across 6009-Catena by chance; my team were studying SCP-3966 and found microscopic web-like structures for freshly diseased victims. We thought it was related, but extensive examination on deceased D-Class that was unrelated to SCP-3966 cleared the air. The structure is only visible under TEM4because it's so miniscule, so it was hard to spot, but once you know where to look it's everywhere. We tried to get it replicated in the lab, it doesn't ever seem to work. And, obviously, mitochondria shouldn’t exist on its own outside of a cell, which is why this whole situation is confusing even without the ladder structure they make. Based on preliminary fluorescent imaging it's spread throughout the brain's white matter, and has its own connection scheme; they form sort of miniscule nodes at some neural junctions. I don't know neuroscience enough to make any sense of it. Also based on the imaging, it moves in the body on its own, not by kinesin or any of the usual suspects. It kind of wriggles in and out of the brain, but it's most active in 6009-Catena; it sort of forms a web of nodes. We obviously can't observe it in living human beings, but you can still sort of get a sense of what it does a few hours within a person's death. I suspect the motility has something to do with the less common genes that have been overlooked because heteroplasmy was thought of as basically genetic junk. That's probably the first thing I should rule out before going onto more wild ideas. I'm currently trying see if there's any sequencing protocols that can give us that information. Whole-genome sequencing kind of comes close, but it doesn't really quite do the trick, any suggestions? The two main anomalies of SCP-6009 aren't earth-shattering, but they certainly don't fit any current understanding of chemistry or biology; I think digging deeper into what might be the scientific mechanism how SCP-6009 forms 6009-Catena, we might be able to pinpoint the exact origin? I think both motility and the Catena formation are intertwined with each other, so hopefully solving one solves the other. If you aren't interested in the collaboration, it's alright if you decline - you aren't the first person that I've been connected with, I've submitted this collaboration request to the Neuroscience Department a few times. Even the one who originally first saw the web-like structure, Dr. Jenny Hsieh, who also is a neuroscientist, says it isn't worth investigating further, but I think we're onto something. Chiang November 12, 2010 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Greetings Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo, I’m not very well-versed in cell biology, and this might not make sense, but is it possible that the heteroplasmic difference you mentioned in the preliminary report is a possibility of the anomaly that arises from SCP-6009? A paper that I read the other day about how they recently discovered certain introns that are removed during RNA splicing, previously thought to be useless may have a role in mRNA degradation. Is such a method even possible? I know a single mitochondrion contains hundreds of copies of circular DNA, and accounting for the tiny percentage that is abnormal would be a nightmare. Whole-genome sequencing already handles mitochondrial DNA, so what's your new approach? I've met Dr. Hsieh a few times, but I am not very familiar with her. As for the collaboration, I am currently not working on any important projects, so I am intrigued by this proposal. I'm not entirely convinced that we can do much with SCP-6009. I'm still a bit skeptical, but I'm still happy to collaborate further - does the project have a name? Please respond at your briefest convenience. Okami November 29, 2010 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan Dr. Okami, Wonderful! I am very glad to hear someone is finally willing to take on my pet project. I've named this Project Vigenère, after the cipher - after all, we are decoding a mystery without knowing what's waiting for us in the end! Cryptography fascinates me, but I'm awful at computer science. Genetics is basically biological cryptography anyways. Anyhow, I've attached some information on how you can see 6009-Catena from brain tissue samples. Haven't found a way to do it in living humans, but hey, that's where you come in! Attached File Opening... Project Vigenère: Visualizing 6009-Catena Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo Chain-like structure found in 6009-Catena (25000x) SCP-6009 is both integral to cell function, and dependent on cytoplasmic elements to maintain active. Soon after brain death, 6009-Catena rapidly loses structural coherence and would be indistinguishable from somatic SCP-6009. To visualize 6009-Catena, a brain biopsy should be performed on subjects that have been dead for less than one hour. Samples of white matter are where the nodes and chains of 6009-Catena are most likely to be found. There is currently no way to keep the 6009-Catena structure intact in a sample. Freezing has proven to disrupt the cohesion of 6009-Catena. Conventional culture broth such as Luria broth have shown to slow the decay to up to two hours, but do not stop it. Dye-assisted staining can be used for color contrast, but it is not recommended for samples that are intended to undergo further testing. 6009-Catena both has chain-like components and free-moving components. The chain-like components are much harder to visualize as they are the first to decay. Transmission electron microscopy (TEM) is the only way to visualize the ladder structure of 6009-Catena in a sample. You should be able to see it once you know what you're looking for; I don't think anyone ever realized such a structure existed within our brains. Also, please call me Waley! Saying my whole name sounds like I'm some dead politician. Waley December 2, 2010 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Waley, Very well then, nice to meet you. You may call me Ryo. I followed what you did - quite remarkable, but so delicate! Why did no one want to work on this? This is quite the medical discovery. Regarding mapping the 6009-Catena region: conventional MRI and PET scans do the trick in mapping white matter, which is where most of where SCP-6009 congregate to form 6009-Catena. I think I'll figure something out with cytoplasmic exclusion so we can get it going. My colleague, Dr. Michael Aguinaldo, indicates that he may have some idea from his involvement in the early stages of the Khevtuul probe project. The SCP-2669 file is restricted though, so Dr. Aguinaldo says he needs to check in with Director Yamataka for clearance before involving him in our project. The World Connectome Project just recently released their latest tractography model, but it’s not accurate enough for our purposes and misses out on the inter-neural space where most of 6009-Catena resides. I'll look more into it though. Do you have MRI machines on your site? Ours just broke, again, so I have to take the train to Osaka every day. Knowing Site-84, it's going to just stay broken forever. Please respond at your briefest convenience. Okami December 28, 2010 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan Ryo, That sounds great! Does Dr. Aguinaldo want to join our team? Here's a rough summary of what I named ChOMP-Seq. It's based off an abandoned side project when we were studying how the genome absorption effect of SCP-2946 worked… didn't think I'd find use for it. Attached File Opening... Project Vigenère: Analyzing anomalous mitochondrial DNA using ChOMP-Seq Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo • Dr. Okami Ryōsuke A working hypothesis for Project Vigenère aims to look at the full genomic structure of SCP-6009 to understand the roots of its anomaly. The Chiang-Okami Multi-Plasmid Sequencing (ChOMP-Seq) improves on conventional sequencing techniques for circular DNA, which typically have the drawback of needing specific primers and requiring PCR amplification, which disrupts the heteroplasmic ratio that is hypothesized to be a root of the anomalous nature of SCP-6009. ChOMP-Seq is a modification of the Circular DNA enrichment sequencing (CIDER-Seq), and uses Lysenko primers instead to ensure equal amplification before PCR. A difference of ChOMP-Seq over conventional whole genome sequencing (WGS) is maintaining the quantitative occurrences of non-nuclear DNA. ChOMP-Seq results are stored as custom CSQ files to retain the quality score and ratio. ChOMP-Seq has uncovered a new paradigm of genetics. Much of the SCP-6009 DNA is similar to their non-anomalous counterparts and code for non-anomalous proteins integral to cellular function. While it was previously believed the entire mitochondrial DNA was mapped, ChOMP-Seq revealed that conventional sequencing ignored heteroplasmy and thus only accounted for the most common circular DNAs found in SCP-6009. Project Vigenère is the full analysis of sequences found, and in particular the differences of behavior of SCP-6009 in somatic cells, neurons, and the 6009-Catena region. The project will take into account chromosomal DNA, mapped connectomes, as well as cell-to-cell interactions to paint a full picture. The two key anomalous properties we hope to decipher is the issue of motility, and the issue of the formation of 6009-Catena. We believe that the genomic code is key to understanding. As you can see, a pretty nifty way of sequencing. It seems to work, but because of the parallel sequencing and increased scrutiny during the amplification stage, it gives us a lot of useless data. I see your site is having problems too… our equipment is fine, but our site has literally only been allotted only four D-class personnel. To run some preliminary comparisons and sequence alignments, I had to take the DNA of some of the junior researchers as well as my own, just so I can see whether ChOMP-Seq actually worked. Hopefully my request for more D-class goes through, but I doubt it. Waley Janurary 5, 2011 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Dear Waley, I see, that's quite clever. You're very kind! ChOMP-Seq is a nice and catchy name. I don't know if I feel good about being in the acronym of it though - I only contributed a small suggestion, it was mainly based off of your work and you did all of the testing. Is there any way for ChOMP-Seq it to output something more standard like FASTQ or VCF, or even just a .txt file? The computers at Site-84 are really outdated and just can't seem to convert or read your custom CSQ files. Dr. Aguinaldo has other projects he's working on, but he's willing to assist me in shaping up the 6009-Catena model. He got clearance to use his previous work, so we are good! You should now see some Catena networks from D-Class personnel on our drive, check and see if that's what you wanted. Each file is massive, by the way, but that’s unavoidable. The scan takes around twenty minutes, but generating the model afterwards takes our computers all afternoon. Well, it wouldn't need to take all afternoon if my computers weren't from twenty years ago. Please respond at your briefest convenience. Okami Janurary 20, 2011 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan Ryo, Coming up with fun names and acronyms is kind of how I spend my spare time… kind of pathetic, right? Plus your name starts with a vowel, and that opens up so many windows for naming schemes. ChOMP-Seq is just so much more catchy that any random assortment of letters. And yes, FASTQ probably would work, you should update to the newest version now. I saw the neural map files - I think you need to take into account node distribution after the initial scan, but the tractography looks exactly like what I want. Also, I don't mean to offend, but I don't think "briefest convenience" is right? Do you mean "earliest convenience"? Waley February 20, 2011 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan My English isn't very good… I have been saying that for years because I thought it was proper and polite. No one ever corrected me on that… I rarely get embarrassed like this, so that was not a pleasant feeling for me. As we previously discussed, here is a schema to explain 6009-Catena mapping. I'm showing this to Director Yamataka to get him to allot some funds for our project… for how big and mighty the SCP Foundation is, it's always so painful to squeeze money out of them. I don't envy the life of a Foundation accountant. Attached File Opening... Project Vigenère: Neural Mapping of 6009-Catena Dr. Okami Ryōsuke • Dr. Michael Aguinaldo Modelling the 6009-Catena hodological network requires two components: an accurate distribution of SCP-6009 nodes, and an accurate neural tractogram. An accurate distribution of SCP-6009's nodes combines an conventional diffusion tensor imaging (DTI) segmentation, with a modified T1-weighted magnentic resonance imaging (MRI) to obtain a physical structure of neuron location; radiofluorescence-tagged SCP-6009 used for comparison of the DTI segmentation gives a relatively accurate distribution for SCP-6009 node structure, after cytoplasmic exclusion to map the extracellular space. Connectome tractography gives the physical neuron relationships of a subject's brain. Much of conventional tractography are estimations of truth bundles based on diffusion MRI imaging, which has a high incidence of invalid connections. Khevtuul replication requires an accurate copy of the mind, but does not sort out the connections in a clear matter. By taking an unanchored exampled of a Khevtuul replica, we are able to directly transfer with no physical barrier, thus producing an accurate tractogram. By combining the node distribution of SCP-6009 combined with the connection tratogram, a hodological network can be determined. It takes roughly 4 hours to completely compute the hodological network, due to high incidence of false positives. I made the diagram myself. It is, sadly, a bit rough, but I think this gets the point across. I sent it to our graphics team, but I do not expect them to get to me in time. The new update to the ChOMP-Seq software fixed my issue, how did you do it? I thought you didn't know anything about computers? Okami February 27, 2011 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan Hey, I'm not entirely inept, I do know SOME things. Ok, fine, you caught me. Jenny fixed it. Waley March 1, 2011 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan Ryo, How did your meeting with Yamataka go? It can't be that much of a hassle to get an MRI fixed right? Waley March 7, 2011 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Waley, Yes, Director Yamataka allotted the funds, but he actually paid attention to my presentation and was surprisingly attentive. I never saw him be so interested in anything I've worked on. Truth be told, I had my suspicions that he gave me your project because he expected it to be a dud. He gave me some pointers about ways to improve the model, but also asked if we have been thinking about genes associated with the signalling pathways, that might cause either the motility of SCP-6009 or the formation of 6009-Catena. I don't think we have thought about that angle right? Because the signaling pathway is not possible to be observed in vitro, we tried. Every time we try to culture them they die; they might have originated from bacteria, but they need like, cytoplasmic ribosomes and nuclear genes to actually function. The Catena web is definitely affecting how they interact with neurons. Okami March 10, 2011 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan Funny that he would mention that, because I was actually discussing this with Jenny… she wouldn't tell me what she's working on, but she mentioned the same thing about chemical pathways. And actually, she suggested that I put out a request to collaborate with the Nanotechnology Department. She came up with this idea of an in vivo neural observation nexus… I don't really know what she means, but that sounds cool as hell so I'm on board. I'll keep you updated. Waley March 25, 2011 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan So, funny story, Ryo. I saw that a "Dr. Matsunaga Yuko" was approved to work with us and thought she's going to work with you but apparently… no, she's here in Taiwan. And apparently she's been at Site-168 for two years now and I've never met her? Interesting, our site doesn't have that many people. Makes sense she's here since our site is a nanotech hub, but I just thought it was funny. We've only been working together for a week and she already made massive improvements on the protein-based probe idea. I've been looking into some chlorosomes antenna complexes from green sulfur bacterium… we'll see where that takes me. She's amazing at what she does, Ryo. I think you'd love to meet her. Waley April 15, 2011 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Waley, I'm sure I'll see her one day. I've got some important news: so Yamataka came the other day and said that the Biological Sciences Summit is in Chengdu in like a month, at the beginning of May. He said he wants me to present our work on Project Vigenère, he might be able to get us an hour slot. He wants our teams to meet, so me and Dr. Aguinaldo will be there if you're joining. I think he just wants us to present the 6009-Catena Hodological Network, but I think you said Matsunaga had promising stuff to show? If we can showcase that then it will truly be impressive. Okami April 18, 2012 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan Oh, that would be wonderful if Director Yamataka could get us a spot, I always wanted to visit Sichuan. I think the probe-nexus design we have been working on… kind of works? We got a lot of promising results from the D-Class personnel that we've been getting. Matsunaga worked some magic with Site Director Chen and suddenly we have like, 40 of them. Miracle worker, that one. When I say "kind of works" I mean, it gets us the result we want, but it has a giant drawback, as you can see. Attached File Opening... A New Method of Molecular Observation: The MH Nexus and CMN probe Dr. Matsunaga Yuko • Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo • Dr. Hsieh Jin-Yan The revolutionary design based on the works of Dr. Matsunaga and Dr. Hsieh solves the problem of data collection on a cellular basis. The design works twofold: distributed nanosensory probes ("Chiang-Matsunaga Nanosensory Probe", or CMN probe) and a centralized, per-subject collection center ("Matsunaga-Hsieh nexus", or MH nexus) that utilizes a dual-channel design that allows signal transmission out of the body. The probes utilizes a modified version of the Fenna–Matthews–Olson Complex; the chlorosomal nature both allows non-conformational attachment to various ion channels, and the issue of quantum Zeno freeze is abated by utilizing excitonic Anderson localization. The quantum resonance profile of the molecule passing through the center of the CMN probe is able to be transmitted to the MH nexus. The MH nexus then transmits the data physically through an antenna-like wire and allows data transmission outside the body. MH Nexus in D-class subject Due to the massive amounts of raw data generated, in vivo data storage is unsustainable, thus necessitating a physical wire acting as an exit port, which crosses the meninges. While this has proven to be the most direct and fastest way data can be transmitted outside of the cranium, it also poses significant risks for post-implantation surgical recovery. The CMN probes are currently unable to self-replicate, but it is cost effective to manufacture at a large scale. Sufficient data can be obtained at around 4,000 probes per nexus. One nexus outputs around 1.5 terabytes of data per minute; that means it’s impossible to store, and physical transmission is the only method we have to accurately and reliably obtained the data. That means the bulky physical wires whose only job was to transmit. Because of the distance and size of 6009-Catena, and difficulty regarding signal transduction across flesh without affecting it, there are two reasons for concern. Due to the location of the nexus and the exit ports, post-surgery there is always the degree of swelling, and 55% D-Class personnel experience great periods of migraines afterwards. In addition, certain parts of the neural circuitry and associated 6009-Catena region would be affected physically, which introduces a unwanted variable into the study. More research in this area is needed. We're trying to improve on the MH nexus design more, but the biggest problem is still signal transduction. The wire is causing all of the problems, since it's basically an open wound in your head and all the D-class complain it's really uncomfortable. It turns there's really no way to easily transmit terabytes worth of data over delicate flesh and bone! Not a big fan of the acronyms, but since Matsunaga was the hero of the day I'm fine with her getting the naming rights. You should see the relevant files on our server soon. And yes, we're all going to the symposium. You know, we've been collaborating for a few months now, just now it hit me I don't even know what you really look like… I'm sure you look better in person than in that cold Foundation profile picture. Waley April 27, 2011 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Waley, Yamataka looked very shocked. I will take that as a yes. See you in Chengdu! Okami May 14, 2011 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Waley, Sorry I was holed up in the convention center all week, spicy food really does a number on me and I didn't want to risk it. Maybe next time I'll join you next time when we're in a city safer for my stomach. Plus I'm not an adventurous spirit in a country I don't speak the language of.. but parts of the old town looked beautiful! At any rate, while you were on your urban adventure, Yamataka actually brought me and Dr. Matsunaga and introduced us to Dr. Everett Mann. Dr. Mann was very intrigued by our probe project, and he had a pretty riveting discussion with Matsunaga on probe design and implantation. However, he specifically sought us out to talk about Project Vigenère. He saw our presentation, Waley! Dr. Mann have taken interest in our project, he thinks what we're doing might lead to something important. He actually has taken up on himself to request the formation of a new department just for this project, and wants us to know if we're willing to do it. In addition, he said that our mode of collaboration was noble but very inefficient. He said he's honestly impressed we got so far by throwing emails at each other and concurrently working at two underfunded sites: admirable but not efficient at all. Work smarter, not harder, he said. He said it would be better for us if we were at the same site, and he had sent out a notice to some site directors he knew. You might get some offers soon. There's probably also going to be more people joining us, since we're a going to be a proper department. New departments always get a lot of buzz. He said that he put in a request for “Department of Mitochondrial Studies” but even a bore like me thinks that is a stupid name. I'm not as creative as you are, can you come up with something punchy? Okami June 1, 2012 Site-168 Hsinchu, Taiwan Oh, wow, that's… a lot to take in at once. And of course, I already said yes to department formation! Wow, Dr. Mann, out of all people, becoming our benefactor. I got a bunch of offers, but the only one that was interesting was from Director Leep Andrews of Site-234, who reached out to me after he heard about our team looking to become a department. He said our work would be great there! His site handles a lot of biological anomalies. He said his site would be perfect for a new budding department. I read over the site dossier; the equipment and facilities available is just so… tantalizing. I'll give him a heads up if you are willing to move. Is your team ready to move to the US? I know Jenny is thrilled, as we're going to be part of a new department. It's very funny how it could have been me and her being the founding members for all this groundbreaking work from SCP-6009… her loss, I guess! For our name, how about “Nanobiomics”? Short, simple, punchy, and most importantly, never heard of before - just like our work for Project Vigenère. Waley June 8, 2012 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan I love it. The site, the name, all of it. Also, while in China, Dr. Mann asked me if I would be interested in being the department director. Mann warned me about all these responsibilities and hard decisions he had to make… I definitely am not ready yet. You are far more driven and passionate about the project than I am, and definitely the most brilliant geneticist I've ever seen. So, salutations and congratulations, Director Chiang! Okami July 29, 2012 Site-234 Alabama Ryo, You know, I’m not going to lie, I was kind of mad at you for thrusting the director job at me. I'm not ready for that responsibility either! You could have at least asked first! But now, I forgive all of that. Pope Waley absolves you of all sin. Go, and sin no more. I forgive you because Site-234 is… well, everything. The junior researchers here actually know how to properly operate a PET scan without you yelling at them. The sequencers don't just randomly decide to die without you staring at it every minute. The incubators here don't even have that growth medium smell! I didn't think that was even possible. We got our own labs, Ryo. No more sharing refridgerators, no more of my experiment being ruined because some doofus from Xenobiology cross-contaminated my samples. Also, Sherry and Leep are so nice! They can't wait to meet you. This really feels like a reward, man. We've made it. Back to business: this is what Matsunaga and Jenny have been working on for the past few months. I think Matsunaga said that Dr. Mann had a surprising helpful idea with data overload while they chatted in China. I do not understand nanotechnology at all but I think it works well for one very good reason, as you will see. Attached File Opening... Second Generation MH Nexus Design: Distributed Nexus Design to Avoid Physical Transduction Dr. Matsunaga Yuko • Dr. Hsieh Jin-Yan Previous implantation of the Matsunaga-Hsieh Nexus ("MH nexus") techniques required open-brain surgery, which both has significant risks for patient post-operative recovery and physical damage to 6009-Catena. In addition, the exit port of the first generation MH nexus required physical wiring that both was prone to infection and causes significant discomfort, which typically caused the subject to try and remove the nexus if not properly restrained. The integrity of 6009-Catena is also affected by the physical wiring, though to a previously acceptable degree. With the invention of a next generation MH nexus coming on the heels of new semiconductor technology, a key component was the ability to allow the elimination of physical wiring. The second generation MH nexus solves the problem by using a distributed Quantum-Frequency Identification network, which spreads the signal out by using 24 nexuses within the brain. Previously unused due to QFID not being able to sustain the 0.4 TB/s transmission speed needed, the distributive load reduces it to only needing 10 GB/s per nexus, thus allowing usage of QFID. The implantation of the multiple nexuses is subject to current study. So, yeah! No more itchy exit port. You’ll love it too when you get here, Ryo. Or rather, Assistant Director Okami. (Congratulations, salutations, and all that - can’t expect me to handle everything!) I need someone that is reliable by my side. You aren’t escaping the infamous bureaucracy that infects all parts of the SCP Foundation that easily! It’s so nice. I feel like our hard work has finally paid off. Waley August 9, 2012 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Waley, I can’t wait to see Site-234! Unfortunately I have to stay behind for another month. Aguinaldo will be there soon though, I’ll get him to bring some of those red bean mochi treats I know you like so much. I have to stay behind because I need to finish the observation of some of the D-Class that I was working on; Dr. Mann was in Japan, and came by Site-84 to chat about our new department. The probe that Matsunaga and Jenny were working on? It was actually on his suggestion that he gave them soon after that last symposium. Jenny finally made a breakthrough with from a new paper on semiconductors that TSMC released, so when they finally came through, Mann wanted to develop a new insertion mechanism with me. We tried some stuff out a week ago, and he finalized his revised procedure. I’m… not especially thrilled about the new procedure, but it’s such a vast improvement over our current one. As you know, the exit ports for the MH Nexus is the most clunky and error-prone part of an otherwise ingenious product. One, it’s basically an open wound that goes past your meninges. And surgical wounds healing are usually very itchy, so the D-Class would obviously try to scratch it… and well, even though the wire is anchored under the scalp and can’t be removed, pulling on it obviously still affects something. Mann's technique is… well, just read for yourself. Attached File Opening... The OMNI Procedure: Minimally Invasive Method for MH Nexus Implantation Dr. Everett Mann • Dr. Okami Ryōsuke The new method, developed in tandem between Dr. Mann and Dr. Okami, utilizes a combination of supraorbital keyhole craniotomy and nasal-entry neuroendoscopy. The Okami-Mann Nexus Insertion Procedure ("OMNI procedure") is minimally invasive and improves on pre-operative survival. The double-endoscope technique requires a team of two neuroscientifically-trained medical personnel to safely perform. The subject's head should be fully restrained to prevent any movement. As this is a form of intraoperative brain mapping, the patient should be sedated and anesthetized but should be awake. The first endoscope ("detector") is inserted to the top of the nasal cavity and penetrates past the sphenoid sinus. The endoscope insertion must be angled correctly and reach the hypothalamus, allowing it to monitor levels of adrenocorticotropic hormone (ACTH) and corticotropin-releasing hormone (CRH)5 levels. An already-high level of CRH is considered normal during the procedure. A keyhole is made in the anterior cranial fossa through the eyebrow, allowing a second endoscope ("planter") to access and perform the insertion. Inserting past the frontal lobe, the keyhole endoscope reaches the postcentral gyrus. Because of 6009-Catena and its frequent association with outside stimuli, the MH Nexus is best planted within regions of high reactivity. This entails repeated the "planter" releasing weak electrostimulation of the somatosensory and cingulate cortices, both which are involved in nociception6. Because the patient is sedated, there will be no capacity for physical actions or vocalizations. Any movement may cause misalignment of the endoscope and damage nerves nearby, such as CN I (olfactory) or CN II (optic). The researcher monitoring the "detector" endoscope for stress levels should inform the researcher operating the "planter" endoscope when to insert one nexus at high levels of CRH and ACTH. The "planter" endoscope currently can only insert up to three at a time; the Nanobiomics Department is currently designing custom types to avoid repeated retraction and insertion from the keyhole. Post-surgical recovery with an amnestic regimen has proven to be useful in alleviating the memory, but amnestics have also shown to result in unpredictable conformational changes to the neural circuitry. Because of the brief four hour duration of the surgery, the memory of the surgery constitutes a smaller alteration to 6009-Catena than any known amnestic regimen. Regardless of the surgical safety, all patients report emotional and psychological trauma of the experience. Even though the patients are properly anaesthetized and sedated, subjects uniformly report the experience is deeply unpleasant. A search for non-amnestic alternatives to alleviate the memory is currently under way. Mann came up with the OMNI acronym, which was very kind of him, but all I really did was ask a lot of stupid questions when we were testing the technique out. Most of my contribution was the note of concern near the end there. I've done plenty of intraoperative brain mappings, but never with two endoscopes at once, and since the D-class is awake you can see them stare at you. Not fun for me, but definitely even less fun for the poor dude on the table. Amnestics obviously mess with your neural mapping and memory formation, and since that's so important to 6009-Catena, not being able to use them is really, really unfortunate - maybe that could be another angle of attack in Project Vigenère? The D-Class obviously hate the surgery, but none of them report the migraines or headaches that were so common from before, and since now there’s no exit port we don’t need to worry about them scratching it. Our psych staff says that there’s no observable behavioral change, which is good news for our study. Allowing them to do other tasks was actually giving us a wider variety of SCP-6009 interactions with the nuclear genome, and also helps since Site-84 has such a limited D-Class quota. They allotted us more people since it's Dr. Mann requesting it, but Site-84 just don't have that much housing space. I’ll be stuck here for the next month or so before I can go to the US because I need to finish the post-operative observation for them and get some pre- and post- operation 6009-Catena mapping in. I can’t tell you how much I want to leave this dump of a site. I like Yamataka, but I will not miss tiny little 84. I look forward to seeing you, and our Nanobiomics family soon. Okami August 25, 2012 Site-234 Alabama Good things come to those who wait. You will love it here, Ryo. Thanks for the treats! One thing I miss in Alabama is that there’s no good restaurants of any Asian variety anywhere… but the steak here is cheap and delicious, so win some lose some I guess. I'm glad Mann helped you out with the new implantation… woof, that made me uncomfortable to just read, don't even want to think about it being done. The probes are important, and the fact that the most irrelevant part is causing the most problems has always annoyed me. I’ve heard it’s itchy as hell around the exit ports, so solving that was nice… this just wasn't quite the solution I thought of. Anyways, I’m starting a short paper for VGWAS and ChOMP-Seq with the association of the 6009-Catena map clustering. I was working on a new method of data analysis, and I met with some of the people that are now in our department to refine the model. A part of the project I’ve been working on was eliminating statistical noise - one big obstacle in Project Vigenère was that after we filter out the regular genes, there’s really not a lot of useful data left - we are dealing with genes and proteins that exist in extremely minuscule amounts but affect a whole lot. Attached File Opening... Project Vigenère: VGWAS as a Modification for Association Studies Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo • Dr. Hsieh Jin-Yan • Dr. John Batesman • Dr. Louis Graham • Dr. Ali Youngman Conventional GWAS studies make use of genetic markers, typically single-nucleotide polymorphisms (SNPs), in association with a disease or other condition. GWAS is useful as a tool due to it being a non-candidate-driven assay that is phenotype-first, as opposed to genotype-first. Project Vigenère data was built on ChOMP-Seq, but conventional GWAS does not take heteroplasmy into account. By including the mitochondrial genome in GWAS and treating certain gene interactions as phenotypes, we utilize a modified version of the Vigenère genome-wide association study (VGWAS). VGWAS is an extension of conventional GWAS applied to ChOMP-Seq. Additionally, in contrast to the allele frequency given by GWAS, the VGWAS results out interaction frequency. The interaction was obtained from the FMO probe as part of the MH nexus project, which are able to monitor the resonance profile of the interactions; at the same time, the complexity of proteins and the fact that many have similar conformations lead to non-unique resonance profiles. A preliminary comparison of early results obtained from VGWAS and the standard reference Cambridge genome widely used show slight disrepancies that could be significant. We are currently in development of a standard distribution that could be used to model and discover unusual patterns from Project Vigenère. The construction of a reference mitochondrial distribution, as well as a nuclear genome interaction map, would be the next part of the project. What do you think? We’ve been finding pretty promising results of certain pathways and genomes - I think the most interesting is that regardless of the D-Class personnel’s race, genetic material, or family history, there always is the high prevalence of mitochondrial DNA that has the MT-A3 gene. Even though most people do have the MT-A3 gene, I only ever see the MT-A3 gene interact with certain chromosomal genes: LRI3, PFO4, CRW2, and a handful of other less common ones. There’s also certain subclusters that keep popping up - and activate during, say, eating certain foods or doing certain activities. Not sure what's there. And speaking of D-class, have you tried blindfolding them during the surgery? Wouldn't that also make it less terrifying for them, without seeing two doctors hover over them playing with their brain? Waley September 1, 2012 Site-84 Fukuoka, Japan Waley, You would think so, but we detect a higher baseline level of stress in all subjects when we tried that. I think it's because not seeing what's happening makes it even scarier… I often feel like I'm obligated to keep apologizing during the procedure. Mann is cool as a cucumber, obviously. All in all, I'm happy to report though: the OMNI procedure allows full recovery, and definitely should be used instead of our original design. I’m flying in tomorrow. I am so, so happy we can collaborate in person. No more email chains. Okami April 8, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Ryo, I got an unannounced visit from someone representing the Ethics Committee today. Are you free on the 14th? They want to observe the OMNI Procedure and judge its suitability for use in civilian subjects. Who's also free that day to partner? I think Micheal is busy that day, so maybe Graham? If you aren’t free, I think DePaul or Raskin can do it. If they approve, we’ll be able to use the Foundation's contacts at the University of Alabama Birmingham as a front to collaborate with other universities and research agencies to get a wider pool for testing. We've kind of hit a wall with D-Class data, so I'm glad we're getting some fresh subjects. Which, here's the draft I haven't finished about D-class… I'd probably just throw it to the new people, honestly, I haven't been able to look at the data much because my schedule is full of interviews. Attached File Opening... Project Vigenère: Promising Early Results from VGWAS Clustering Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo • Dr. Okami Ryōsuke • Dr. John Batesman • Dr. David Meng • Dr. Elias Raskin Clustering data obtained from VGWAS revealed a preliminary interesting datapoint: a common interaction has been observed common across D-class personnel. 80% of D-Class personnel exhibit a isomorphic pathway in the hypothalamic attack region, which VGWAS placed the pathway in association with the UP4/MT-F5 interaction. Both the UP4 gene and MT-F5 gene are found commonly in the general public, but MT-F5 expression is inhibited if MT-L2 is expressed. People with the UP4/MT-F5 interaction lack MT-L2 within the mitochondrial genome, and almost uniformly belong to this cluster. tbd: tell john to add the stats stuff It's not in the paper but we tentatively named it the D cluster because it's in like, 80% of the D-class data we have, and they have no similar genomic history or background. But the MT-L2 and MT-F5 thing is consistent in almost all of them, which leads to the same UP4 interaction, which results in the same 6009-Catena formation. Very strange if it’s a coincidence, that's why they're currently in the D cluster. It's also usually the more violent ones too, the calmer ones don't seem to have that genetic interaction. I miss doing research, Ryo. Most of my time now is spent dealing with the logistics of collaborations, approving testing, interviews for people that want to transfer into our department, then meet with Leep and Sherry to discuss equipment upgrade… and hey, we're getting people from other sites interested in being part of Nanobiomics! Ironic, isn't it, since we only came to Alabama to be one team under the same roof… I'm glad the field of Nanobiomics is popular, and I'm immensely proud of it, but I've been so busy… Project Vigenère is our baby that we don't control anymore. I'm so proud of every single part of it. Waley April 12, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Waley, No, I didn’t request general public usage, why would I? I do agree that having civilian subjects are going to vastly help expand our scope… at the same time, civilian subjects are usually signing up willingly? So at least it's less fucked up than what we've put these poor D-class through. I'm free to showcase OMNI, I'll take Graham. I saw they’ve announced the location for the next Biological Sciences Symposium - May 10 to May 17, and it’s in Kyoto this year! Can you believe it was only last year when we had to beg Yamataka for a measly little spot? Now we’ve been invited to a keynote speaker spot. It's going to be just you and me, representing the new field of Nanobiomics. I love Kyoto! I know it very well. People seem to think that it's just old temples and streets, but it's more than just that. I usually don't really like being a tourist in my own country, but just for you, Waley, I'll show you around. It will be my apology for skipping out in Chengdu. We've been so busy lately! This would offer a nice respite from our work. Okami April 25, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Ryo, Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, I really need to get some sleep. I forgot about your email, but just now I got a message from EC about the OMNI thing, so, congratulations! I think Leep would be in charge of setting your contracts up. And yeah! Keynote speakers! I didn't think it would happen in my wildest dreams. Here's something that might shock their pants off. I've had this in my back pocket for a while now but this is going to give me the kick to finally finish it. Attached File Opening... Project Vigenère: Neo-endosymbiotic Theory Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo • Dr. Okami Ryōsuke Our hypothesis regarding the origins of SCP-6009: a particularly robust bacterium strain or mitochondrion, which that overtook the original mitochondria in early human evolution. If this hypothesis is true, then it is possible that human evolution was driven by SCP-6009. It may be the reason for the speciation and differentiation of early Homo sapiens from other hominids. This could be a good update to Project Vigenère. I think it's going to get a lot of people mad because this is a fundamental change of the concept of the "mitochondrial eve", but I think our theory makes the most sense: a particularly robust bacterium, or mitochondria from some ancient human ancestor, and somehow spread to other humans during our early evolution. And seeing how most of the mitochondria's proteins needed to be coded by nuclear genomes, wouldn't it make sense for SCP-6009 to maybe have some mechanism to control mutations for other genes in the nucleus, which, essentially, would drive human evolution? Oh yes, people will get very upset, I can't wait. Just listen to how grandeur "neo-endosymbiosis" feels. I'm going to look into the molecular clock comparisons that Dr. Kirkoff has been working on, don't tell him it's for this. Administrative work is tiring, and I do feel kind of detached from the lab work we used to do. Haven't written a paper in a while. I want you on this one. Just the two of us, a return to basics. I haven't taken a vacation in forever. I already know Kyoto is an amazing city, but going there with you will be a trip to remember. Waley June 1, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Ryo, I still can’t thank you enough for the tour around Kyoto. The symposium was already a smashing success, and that amazing trip was the victory lap that we deserved. You really made me see the world in a new light. We really should do this more often; we're literally living on the same site, why don't we get out more? See all what America has to offer! Also, on the heels of even more good news: I just got out of a meeting with Leep and Tilda Moose. You’ve heard of her, right? She’s been the long time director of Site-17. Director Moose has heard our keynote speech about the neo-endosymbiotic theory. She's very intrigued about and says there's a highly classified species that she wants Nanobiomics to look into. It's one of the few extant species that both exhibits near-human intelligence and closely-related evolutionary history. Something Director Moose came across in her early days… she thought that it would be pertinent to the neo-endosymbiotic theory for us to see if a closely related species to us also has SCP-6009 or a similar structure within them. But that's not why she came to visit in person; she came because she said that the Overwatch Council has taken an interest in our department, and wants us to move our base from Site-234 to Site-17. Here at Site-234 we were mostly dealing with microbiology and biochem stuff, stuff that you can safely keep in a petri dish; but Site-17, well, we’ve all heard the legends about what hides in that place. I don’t even know which ones are true. She says we will know once we accept her offer. Of course, for our troubles, Director Moose has offered us better compensation, newer machines, higher clearance level, yada yada yada. But most importantly, she says since they’re doing expansions recently, we are getting our own wing in the new building. I thought Site-234 was swanky, but Site-17… in our own wing… I really don’t know how to respond. I want to get your input as my right hand man, my brother from the start of this wild journey. Leep says he’s really gonna miss us, but, how can I say no? Waley June 3, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Waley, Site-17? Wow, that’s really not what I was expecting. I don’t know if we can even afford to say no if the O5 has taken an interest in us. You’ve always been the one with the big heart. Always being there, not just as one of the most brilliant geneticists I’ve ever seen, but also as a close friend. Without you I don’t think our department could grow into the powerhouse that it is today. Can we believe we only first met and started Project Vigenère around two and a half years ago? Feels like it’s been my whole life, this wild ride. We’ve only been here for… ten months? Wow, it feels so much longer than that. I’m gonna really miss Sherry and Leep. At least our department will still all be together. Our weird little family has grown so big now! Okami June 8, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Ryo, Thank you for the kind words. The same goes for you! Without you we would both be still stuck at our home sites doing god-knows-what… I responded to Director Moose but she said she already approved of the transfer for us, since it's pretty clear we weren't going to reject the offer. Honestly, it's too good to pass on, who wouldn't want such a promotion? They’re still building the new wing, but Director Moose has given me clearance to access the files we will have access to once we get there. You should have clearance too, since you’re Assistant Director. There’s some juicy stuff we can do. Just look at what humanoids are there. I feel like a wide-eyed junior researcher, boggled at the most mundane things, and it is refreshingly exciting. I'm going to be at Site-17 to iron out some paperwork, and inspect if the new wing fits in with what we need - I'll be pretty predisposed here since I want to make it a seamless transition, so you might have to take over for a bit. Waley June 10, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Waley, We've been around for a while, but reading all of this… this is the first time in my entire career, I feel like I'm finally, properly, part of the Foundation. I’m reviewing the stuff we have clearance for now. I think SCP-2828 would be of interest - a vestigal organ that has antimemetic properties! I have some theories about evolutionary techniques that served to protect us from predators having origins in SCP-6009. Remember the SCP-3966 response you worked on that lead to the discovery of SCP-6009? Maybe there's some genomic basis for protection against those 4-dimensional spiders too! After all, we co-evolved, and if the neo-endosymbiotic theory is correct, then this would be one mark for co-evolution. It's weird how humans are the only species that have mitochondria that acts like SCP-6009… and since Director Moose requested, yeah, now that I can read the file, SCP-1000 really would be a great stepping stone. Or, now we have a whole new biological paradigm from the view of Nanobiomics, we can look into SCP-1237. It's genetics and neuroscience, Waley, it's begging us to study it. And if we can find the genetic and molecular basis for one anomaly… The Foundation really is a whole treasure trove. I'm so happy that we took on this wild journey. Okami June 18, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Waley, I have this early unfinished draft that you should review on a hypothesis regarding reality benders - come to think of it, we never tested on humanoid anomalies. And Site-17 is known for having a ton of them! I've actually never done a brain scan of humanoid SCPs, it's going to be fun trying to map the 6009-Catena and see if the clustering matches up with regular humans! I've never met a reality bender before, apparently there's some training that we need to do before we are allowed to interact with them. I've already signed up to start by the time we get to Site-17, do you want me to sign you up too? Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Okami June 29, 2013 Site-17 Nevada Ryo, I'm so happy to see you this excited! The Foundation really is not sparing any expense for our pending arrival. I've been meeting with all these department heads that want to get on our good graces! All these fields and departments that I didn't dream to ever interact with. I met more people here this week than my entire four years in Site-168, truth be told. And yes, sign me up for the reality bender seminar. There's real power and danger in these sites. The other day I had to partake in a breach drill, and they take it very seriously here. No more sleeping through drills, Ryo! At any rate, one of the new things Director Moose showed me was this system that Michael and Matsunaga have requested. Apparently I approved this? I don't really remember this, but the design is pretty ingenious. Basically, it takes in ChOMP-Seq data and tries to find the best fit in the clustering data we got from VGWAS, so we can have a pre-projection of how the 6009-Catena region would look like before hodological mapping. I thought it would be fun to see my own profile. Remember when we were testing early beta versions of ChOMP-Seq, and I had to use my own DNA because we ran out of test subjects? That felt like an eternity ago. My genome is still in the Project Vigenère folders so I threw it in just for the sake of it. Obviously we still have a lot of work to do, but my profile so far has GPK2/MT-UE4, ABCC11/MT-FR2, O-M122 haplogroup, which puts me in the civillian E-38 "passionate" and E-20 "curious" clusters. I could tell Director Moose was a bit skeptical, so I assured her that it's only inaccurate because we haven't properly attuned it yet. I told her, hopefully in the future, we'll be able to associate the genomic profiles with psychological profiles better. This would be pretty useful in predicting which psychological cluster people would end up in, without needing the OMNI procedure! Obviously there's still a lot of honing to do, but we might be able to retire that awful technique soon. I'm sorry I'm not back yet - I miss you! Please hold down the fort for me. I trust your judgement to do the best for the Nanobiomics Department! Waley July 7, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Waley, Aww, I miss you too! I really would like to come by and see for myself, but I have to sort through a lot of paperwork for personnel transfer. When did we get more than a hundred people under our department? Sometimes I feel so lucky that I was assigned to work on Project Vigenère. You and I, we come from very mundane scientific backgrounds. Nobody balks at neuroscience or genetics. What we've been doing have been circling normal sciences. No paratech, no elder gods, no secret society. I've heard stories about the magical going-ons in other parts of the Foundation, and I envied them. These tools we created is our own brand of magic. I can't go back to the old days, now I know what lies within our own brains, just wriggling away. What are they trying to do? How are they doing it? SCP-6009's base anomaly is plain, but we dug deep trying to find out what gave it that strange edge, and we emerged with a whole new paradigm. We are going to change the world with our project, I can feel it. Still, we all miss you here at Site-234! I need you here with me. Sherry has been asking about you. Where are you? Okami July 13, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Waley, Someone from the Ethics Committee came by to inform us of guidelines dealing with fetal subjects, because it seems like we will be getting clearance for that now? This is going to be interesting… I don't imagine the OMNI procedure can be done on fetuses or infants, and I would not subject a baby to that. If we can find a way to make it less traumatizing it could be a great way to finally get confirmation on how 6009-Catena is formed in the first place, before the brain is fully developed! I really need you back here, collaboration and transfer requests are skyrocketing because the word has spread about us moving to Site-17. We miss you here! Okami July 24, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Waley, Director Glass from the Psychology Department came by yesterday looking for you, he says he would really like to initiate a large scale collaboration request. He's been told about our labeling inaccuracies and has had people looking into the way we are clustering - he says it's painfully obvious none of us study psychology, and that our current cluster labels are about as accurate as a horoscope. I didn't want to go over your head on this one, since Director Glass is kind of a big deal, and he specifically requested to speak to you. I told him that you're currently predisposed, but when they ask me when you'll return, I don't have a good answer. Did something happen in Site-17? It's been like, two months now, how much can there be to sort out? I really hope you're safe, I'm getting worried. Please respond at your earliest convenience. Okami August 10, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Waley, Did you get my last email? Please respond at your earliest convenience. Okami August 17, 2013 Site-234 Alabama Dear Waley, If I did anything to upset you, please forgive me. I'd like to think I've been nothing but cordial to you, but I don't know why you have been ignoring me. I know you're still alive, because the Foundation generally don't keep that a secret. A dead director has got to be replaced as soon as possible to keep things running. I know you're not transferred out, or got promoted, or got demoted, or any of that. So the only reason for radio silence is either Site-17 got wiped off the earth and no one found out, or you are ignoring me deliberately. We need you here, Waley. I wouldn't say the Nanobiomics Department is a mess, but it certainly isn't the same without you. You complain that you haven't been in a lab in a while, but you are still our project leader, and you have big picture insight into how to proceed with Project Vigenère that no one else has. Just because you don't need to be tinkling away with equipment and charts doesn't mean your contributions are unimportant. You're still a brilliant geneticist, and no amount of Foundation bureaucracy will take that away. It's just not the department that needs you, but I need you too. When I took on this project, I was skeptical and shy. I was borderline emotionless. I was not adventurous, and I rarely got excited for things. I know I am kind and caring, but I don't really like to show it. You opened my mind, not just in scientific inquiry, but awoken aspects of myself I didn't even know was there. I don't think I had a friend as close as you, Waley. And I'd hate to lose you. Or at least, have the decency to tell me why you've decided to leave. You're not just our director, Waley, you are probably the only person that understands SCP-6009 better than me at this department. We need you as our captain. Please come back. The Nanobiomics Department needs you. I need you. Ryo NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following files have been flagged by the RAISA database for needing review for the reason Inaccurate Personnel Status For the reason of Department Director Request, the file(s) selected should be EXPUNGED August 20, 2013 Site-17 Nevada Ryo, I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, I'm safe, don't worry. You did nothing wrong, and the apology should be mine. I was at Site-17 for quite some time, yes, and I kept neglecting your emails. I've read all the them, and I'm glad you're excited! I just couldn't bring myself to tell you what's on my mind. Every day, I would watch as the construction teams build up something new, read over the new quotas we now have, think about how to allocate funding… As for Site-17 itself… walking in the halls, you can sense the secrets hiding behind the walls. It gave me a chilling sort of pride, like you're walking inside history itself. I… didn't know how to word my thoughts, and I really didn't want to hurt your feelings. The more excited you were the more it hurts for me to think about what I'm about to tell you. You're my closest friend and confidant, so I want you to be the first to know: I will be resigning as director, and transferring out of our department. It seems natural since you threw this hot potato of a title at me, I’m throwing it back to you now. Following my transfer, you, as the Assistant Director, would naturally take over as Director of Nanobiomics. I don’t think anyone would complain, everyone loves you at Nanobiomics. Salutations and congratulations, Director Okami! We really built up this whole department from nothing. You and I, from two underfunded sites, are now growing this project to an unimaginable scale. Even the name "Nanobiomics" commands respect. I'm really proud of everyone in our department - Jenny, Matsunaga, Michael, even the new people - but I want to thank you specifically, Ryo. And I remember your old self, yes. I remember like it was yesterday: awkward, overtly formal, only here because you were assigned, and honestly kind of skeptical of our project. The Dr. Okami from three years ago and the Ryo I know now could not be more different. Despite the grandeur of what we built up for Nanobiomics, SCP-6009 itself is mundane; all the intrigue that we found in our department was the work of our own two hands. Project Vigenère already surpassed its original goals a long time ago. The core anomaly is well understood. As the project grew, the creative sparks flew and from the tiny seed grew this behemoth that we stand on. ChOMP-Seq, OMNI, the MH nexus… wow, Project Vigenère really gave us a lot, didn't it? There's people in Nanobiomics working on things I don't even understand anymore. We've unknowingly crossed a threshold somewhere. The last email I sent you, I mentioned something that Director Moose showed me, the terminal that they're setting up. They didn't even name it yet, but I told you the gist of what it does: We can get how the neural connections worked, and categorize the psychological profiles according to the mitochondrial genetic data. Did anything strike you as disturbing in that sentence? I imagine you didn't really think much when you read it. I didn't think much of what I told Director Moose either. Why, yes, we associate genomic profile with psychological profiles! What's so weird about that? It's the natural next step of what we're doing. I was really impressed of the design! I was thinking what we could even do further… then it hit me. I can already envision it: just take a sample, run it through the model, and in a day or two the sleek terminal will pop out your subject's psychological profile and likely decision making. No need to get permission to rack the brains of every poor sap that the Foundation decides to snatch up. And it works best for non-anomalous humans, just everyday folks like us! Well, now we’re going to be at Site-17, we might find out if it actually works on humanoid anomalies. That's definitely going to be fun for the whole family! And since we have been doing stimulus testing on how 6009-Catena changes neural wiring, Jenny actually sent me plans for the third generation prototype of the MH nexus: if her schema works, it would be able to physically change 6009-Catena connections, directly through a new version of the inserted CMH probe. I don’t think she even realized the implications of what she is creating. I haven’t been able to sleep since I realized what we've discovered in Project Vigenère. I have so many conflicted ideas what might be the endpoint. We even dangled the prospect of understanding the evolutionary tactics used by SCP-6009 in front of them in the most recent symposium… It's not perfect yet, but it's serviceable enough for me to be worried. Furthermore, what does this mean for how personalities are shaped, if it was always just from a genetic basis? I'm going to tentatively call my position "genetic determinism" - a person having certain types of genomic interaction can be categorized into certain cluster of behaviors. I know this is uncharacterisitcally nihilistic, Ryo, and I would understand if this makes you worried for my sanity, but I've had a lot of time to think, and I just can't reason my way out of this. During these sleepless nights, I mostly just drive out into the Nevada desert, and look into the skies out here. We're both city people, Ryo, and we really are missing out. Stars are great philosophical companions. I tried to convince myself that's not true. C'mon, our brains don't stay the same our whole lives, that's Neuroscience 101. You're not just… born with what you're going to be like. Your personality is shaped from your joys, memories, traumas, all that! The outside world changes you! Nature versus nurture! Is personal growth just a joke then? Are people just destined to be a certain way, hard-coded in their genes? I keep telling myself, there's no possible way that the intricacies of the human mind could be broken down into chemicals and numbers in a machine like that. But I know what we're studying, Ryo, and so do you. We found this hidden library underneath the dense genetics code, and it's only a matter of time and effort to see how long we can decipher what's in this library. Every day, I feel watched. I’m suddenly acutely aware of anything I do. It’s like my own mitochondria have betrayed me, which I am aware is an utterly ridiculous idea. Perhaps I'm overthinking it. There are so, so many hurdles to overcome. Maybe we already hit the wall of what we can decipher, and the broadest strokes are the extent. Or maybe I’m just paranoid about nothing, inflating the importance of our department, and ultimately nothing important will come of Project Vigenère. As much as it hurts to think about, I thought about shuttering the department. I have (well, had) the power to make everyone just stop. Ban all research, bury our data, dismantle the department, and we all go back to our old lives. Forget this all happened, another project lost to the Foundation’s annals of time. Maybe even throw this to some MTF with a webcrawler to ensure no civilian ever gets close to the truth either. Tell Director Moose that we're sorry the Foundation spent so much money on their new wing, pack our bags, and just leave America forever. I actually planned on sending a letter to the Overwatch Council recommending this line of action, but then realized they likely would never respond in the way I want. The Foundation has invested so much in our department at this point, and now I know why. I am foolish, Ryo. I really should have seen this sooner. Moose, Mann, Andrews, Yamataka… Why have all these higher-ups taken such a keen interest in our project? It’s not for the betterment of science, out of the pure kindness of their hearts, that I can tell you. I don't think they have malicious intent as individuals… but I can't say the same about them acting collectively as the Foundation. They might not know the science behind everything, but they know a good opportunity when they smell one. We think we are rewarded for our hard work, but really, it's only because the Foundation finds us useful. If our findings gave the Foundation no benefit, would they be investing so much into our project? It’s really kind of funny - do you remember my original proposal before it's even Project Vigenère? I listed two goals: investigate how these pesky mitochondria keep moving out and about, and find out how it’s making this weird web in our brain. Well, we certainly answered that second part, but to this day no one really has a clue about how it moves around on its own, and it really is too unimportant for anyone to care. The Overseers are not going to be wasting money for us to find out how why they wriggle around. We've not only discovered something that shakes the very basis of human understanding, but we also developed a tool that can exploit this knowledge. You're a stronger man than I am. You have the courage to see Project Vigenère to its end. I have conflicted feelings about this incredibly valuable tool. I'm sure the Foundation will find its use for the betterment of humanity. I don't think anyone involved in our quick ascent ever had malicious intent. But I also know we, as an organization, have had a long litany of sins. I'm sure a few years down the line, even my current moral quandary could have been predicted. You and I had a beautiful time building up this empire. I deeply, deeply appreciate our friendship. The Kyoto trip will forever be one of my most cherished memories. We really should have taken more breaks from work and explore America together, but just being with you makes work feel less like a burden. I really hope you will forgive me one day. I do care about you, Ryo, not just as a colleague, but as a friend. Thank you for making my boring life a little brighter. Attached File Opening... Kamo River, Kyoto, 2012 I've led the way to the Promised Land, and I am fine watching from the mountaintops. I don't regret my time at Nanobiomics. But I can't continue down this path. I hope you will maintain contact, but I would understand if you don’t. Or can’t. Please stay safe in Site-17, for my sake. Once again, congratulations. And good luck. Some boxes are better left unopened. Forever your friend, Waley Chiang Correction: Dr. Chiang Wei-Huo has been transferred back to the Nanobiomics Department. The Ethics Committee has requested Director Okami Ryōsuke to enroll Dr. Chiang in a mandated amnestic corrective regimen in order for him to continue his work. Director Okami has been requested to respond at his earliest convenience. The current state of Project Vigenère is not yet sufficient for SCP-6009 to be reclassified as Thaumiel. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6009" by Joreth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6009. Licensed under CC-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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As per the Foundation Guide on Esoteric Object Classes: Ticonderoga is for “Object class for anomalies that cannot be contained, but do not need to be contained.” 2. As opposed to conventional mitochondrial sequencing, or whole genome sequencing 3. Genes in the nucleus 4. Transmission electron microscopy 5. Part of human stress response for cortisol release 6. Pain and other negative stimuli |
SCP-6010 | esoteric-class | Item#: 6010 Level0 Secondary Class: enochian Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Currently, containment of SCP-6010 is not possible due to its widespread influence over the civilian population. Preservation of the veil is no longer a priority; efforts are instead to be focused on the rehabilitation of SCP-6010-A instances and the preparation of the global population for future SCP-6010 alterations. Foundation staff altered by SCP-6010 may continue their existing roles in the Foundation following a two week adjustment period. Description: SCP-6010 is the global restructuring event that has currently impacted roughly one third of all animal life on Earth. Since 21/06/2021, life forms in the Animalia kingdom unpredictably undergo rapid transformation, developing into decapodal crustaceans with typical subjects being around 40 cm in height. These subjects, hereafter referred to as SCP-6010-A instances, develop a pair of claws on their front most limbs as well as a thick chitinous exoskeleton over a flat disk-like body. Instances of SCP-6010-A are primarily aquatic, but can survive out of water indefinitely as long as their gills hold a layer of water. Their middle six legs are typically used for walking on the sea floor, while their backmost legs are flatter and used for swimming. Despite these extreme biological changes, SCP-6010-A instances that were previously human retain a human level of consciousness and all memories formed before the transformation. There is no known way to revert SCP-6010-A instances back into their previous forms. Since SCP-6010 began, animal life on earth has been transformed into SCP-6010-A instances at an exponential rate, with current estimates placing the completion of SCP-6010 around the middle of 2028. Addendum 1: The following transcript was taken from the video series The New Carcinized World, made by Doctor Francis Hernandez, the lead researcher for SCP-6010. Hernandez communicated using a text-to-speech program and a keyboard specially designed for their claws. Coming Out of Your Shell [BEGIN LOG] Hernandez: Hello. Right now, there are two types of people on this planet. Either you've already been changed like me, or you're just waiting for the inevitable. Either way, you're here to know what it feels like and how you will continue life as close to normally as you can. Hernandez: I know it may be upsetting to see your body go through these changes, but rest assured, we here at the SCP Foundation are doing everything we can to make the transition easier. The video cuts to footage of a Foundation-run rehabilitation center, showing many human Foundation staff and civilian volunteers assisting newly transformed SCP-6010-A instances adjust to their new bodies. Hernandez continues speaking offscreen. Hernandez: It may take weeks or even months, but once you grow accustomed to the new you, it'll feel like you never had a human body. The scene changes to a small under water apartment complex designed to be inhabited by SCP-6010-A instances. Several can be seen walking through the building. Hernandez: Just remember, there's nothing wrong with being a crab. [END LOG] The Foundation currently maintains four settlements designed to accommodate SCP-6010-A instances that do not wish or are unable to remain in their previous homes. Each settlement features housing for roughly five million SCP-6010-A instances in apartment complexes, as well as sustainable algae farms and tidal power generation. Foundation personnel who have become SCP-6010-A instances are permitted to transfer to these settlements at the discretion of their respective Site Director. Settlement Current Status Settlement Alpha (Atlantis Two) Located alongside the Great Barrier Reef. City is autonomous to the point that it requires little Foundation intervention. Settlement Beta (Dahut) Located in the Mediterranean Sea. City has created a self sustaining economy with Settlement Delta and does not require Foundation intervention. Settlement Gamma (Krust) Located in the Gulf of Mexico. City is currently under Foundation control to moderate mass immigration from the USA. Settlement Delta (New London) Located in the English Channel. City is under control of the European Union and requires no Foundation intervention. In addition to these settlements, the Foundation has funded a global campaign to assist SCP-6010 instances in adjusting to their new bodies. This campaign is organized by the Ethics committee and employs Foundation staff experienced in anomalous bodily transformations and civilian volunteers. These volunteers are given level 0 clearance and access only to a limited selection of this file. The following transcript was taken from the video series Talk to the Claws, made by Doctor Francis Hernandez. Talk to the Claws Ep 1 [BEGIN LOG] Hernandez: Welcome to another guide to your new life. One thing you may have noticed about your new body is the inability to speak. Well the SCP Foundation has the help you need, in Crab Sign Language, or CSL for short. Hernandez: In this video series, I'll be showing you some of the most common phrases you'll need to learn to get by in the SCP-6010 resettlement facilities. Hernandez: Before we begin, remember that when saying a name or other proper noun, you'll have to spell it out one letter at a time. Just check the link in the description that you'll find a chart of every letter in the CSL alphabet. Once you know all the letters, we'll move on to a few simple greetings. Starting with; Hello. The video shows Hernandez pressing their right claw up to their head and bringing it down to the side. Hernandez: That's all it is. Pretty simple really. Let's do something a bit longer. A basic introduction for your name. You say 'my name' and then you spell whatever your name is. The video shows Hernandez pressing their right claw against their abdomen, tapping the pincers of both claws together twice, and spelling out H-E-R-N-A-N-D-E-Z. Hernandez: And that's all you need to introduce yourself as a crab. Join us tomorrow for more handy tips. Or should I say clawsy tips? [END LOG] Any individuals fluent in CSL are eligible to volunteer in their local SCP-6010-A rehabilitation facility. To do so, please submit a copy of the following form to moc.tenpics|pleh0106pcs#moc.tenpics|pleh0106pcs SCP FOUNDATION VOLUNTEER FORM FILLER TEXT Your Name: Location of the facility you wish to volunteer for: Please select your current status: -- Please select -- Human SCP-6010-A Other anomalous entity Please describe your past experiences with SCP-6010-A instances, if any. Please describe your past experiences with the anomalous, if any. Please describe your past experiences with non-anomalous crabs and other crustaceans, if any. Please describe why you wish to volunteer for the Foundation. Please tell us how long you wish to volunteer for the Foundation. 4278346622e02502f9d2d2c13fcc5f5a_1734916047 THE REMAINDER OF THIS DOCUMENT IS AVAILABLE TO THOSE WITH LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE ACCESS GRANTED Currently 1573 SCP objects have become SCP-6010-A instances. Of these entities, 107 lost all other anomalous effects after the transformation. It is currently believed this happened because they were dependent on the entity maintaining their current form. The SCP objects that retained their anomalous effects have had their containment procedures updated accordingly. Many Keter class anomalies are being tested to determine optimal containment procedures that can still be carried out when the anomaly or the majority of containment staff become SCP-6010-A instances. To accommodate large numbers of anomalous SCP-6010-A instances, the Foundation has begun construction of multiple underwater facilities replicating existing Sites. Currently the only functional underwater facility is Site-19-C, which currently houses 100 anomalies and 300 Foundation staff members. The following transcript was taken from the video shown to Foundation staff members upon transfer to the newly constructed Site-19-C. Hernandez communicated using CSL, with subtitles provided below. Sinking to New Depths: Welcome to Your New Site [BEGIN LOG] The video shows the Site-19-C cafeteria, which features three algae bars and a large kitchen, as well as seating for two hundred. Hernandez walks into the shot, waving to the camera. Hernandez: Hello, and welcome to another SCP-6010 orientation video. If you're watching this, it means you've been reassigned to one of our dash C Sites, which are Foundation Sites designed to be used by people like us. There's only one right now, but there's loads more on the way. The scene changes to a side view graphic of the ocean, with a Foundation Site being built at the bottom. Hernandez is visible on the bottom left corner. Hernandez: When these Sites are built, we pick specific places in the ocean for warm temperatures and easy access to outdoor areas. While going for a walk on the ocean floor takes some getting used to, it's perfectly safe and even encouraged during scheduled break times. The graphic shows many Foundation staff members walking outside the Site on the ocean floor. It then changes to a scene of several new researchers taking notes on an anomaly under containment. Hernandez: You may be asking yourself, how do we operate at the same level as before when we're under water? Well, our research teams have been working around the clock to offer you the latest and greatest in underwater technology. Computers, tablets, even your trusty keycards have been redesigned for not only underwater use, but have been made as easy to use with claws as they were with hands. The scene changes to the D-Class holding cells, which are all occupied by instances of SCP-6010-A Hernandez: One of the more popular changes SCP-6010 has brought to our facilities is the cancelation of human testing protocols. Since every animal on the planet is a crab like us, there's no need to test potentially dangerous anomalies on intelligent beings capable of feeling pain. We just use crabs that used to be insects or other lesser lifeforms incapable of feeling anything. While they do look like us, their ant minds have already been shattered when they turned into crabs. Just watch! Hernandez pokes one of the D-Class through the cell bars. The D-Class does not respond. Hernandez: They even regenerate limbs like us, which makes them partially reusable. The scene changes to an anomalous SCP-6010-A instance in it's containment cell being observed by several staff members. Hernandez: Most of the living anomalies down here are also like us, but they're still anomalies. Don't let your guard down just because a keter is a crab. A very aggressive SCP-6010-A instance is seen attacking the cell door. Hernandez: When working with these anomalies, remember that it is possible their properties have changed since they were transformed. Human staff members are seen cleaning out an old containment cell. A large partially carcinized corpse covered in acid burns is in the center of the room. Hernandez: Speaking of anomalies changing their properties, I'd like you all to look to the people watching this video with you now. There's a good chance that one of them had some minor anomalous property that was wiped away by SCP-6010. Some may have even had an SCP number at one point. Make sure to treat them the same way you would any other coworker in the new Foundation. The scene changes to the Site-19-C cafeteria, which is filled with instances of SCP-6010-A. They all look to the camera and wave. Hernandez: And that concludes our orientation. We await you in the sea, new crabs. [END LOG] Currently Foundation staff have recognized twelve anomalies that would be infeasible to contain following the completion of SCP-6010. The decision to neutralize these anomalies is currently under Ethics Committee review. Addendum 2: Current status of various Groups of Interest as of 2024 GoI Current Status Ambrose Restaurants Declared bankruptcy shortly after it was discovered that certain items on the menu contained SCP-6010-A instances that were previously human. Anderson Robotics Began development of SCP-6010-A piloted utility droids designed to assist SCP-6010-A instances in returning to their previous lives. Global Occult Coalition Has engaged in global peacekeeping operations to protect the interests of countries which have lost the majority of their leaders to SCP-6010. Manna Charitable Foundation Has assisted the Foundation in the aid of humans who have lost all sources of income due to SCP-6010 as well as the recruitment of volunteers. Marshal, Carter, and Dark Ltd. Mr Carter became an instance of SCP-6010-A and was removed from the company after spending an un-approved 100 billion USD attempting to reverse the effects of SCP-6010. The remaining members remain in control of the company but have lost a significant portion of their revenue due to the rapidly changing economy. Sarkic Cults The majority of Sarkicites were too heavily mutated to survive the transformation process, remaining members are considered to be a minimal threat. The Serpent's Hand The majority of Hand members moved the Wanderer's Library before cutting all connections to this reality. Remaining members have either joined other Groups of Interest or volunteered in SCP-6010-A rehabilitation centers. Unusual Incidents Unit Defunct following the collapse of the American government after the entirety of their leadership became instances of SCP-6010-A. Human operatives are currently working under the GOC to elect a new government body. Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Has assisted the Foundation in the care of SCP-6010-A instances as well as the recruitment of volunteers. Numerous other smaller groups have been affected by SCP-6010 to a lesser degree. Due to the Foundation and GOC's increased influence over global affairs, especially in the SCP-6010-A settlements, very little anomalous activity has actively threatened the population since the beginning of SCP-6010. To deal with newly discovered anomalies, many Mobile Task Forces have been reorganized to operate under these new conditions. MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") has been placed in charge of coordinating underwater operations, and have assisted Dr Hernandez in the production of the following video. Mobile Crab Force [BEGIN LOG] The video begins with a scene of MTF Gamma-6 pre-SCP-6010 investigating an underwater anomalous structure. The scene fades to an identical shot of the team after becoming instances of SCP-6010-A. G-1: Hi, my name is Roger, and I'm the commanding officer of MTF Gamma-6. In this video, we'll be teaching you how to handle anomaly retrieval deep under water. G-1: The first major difference is the body armor. Thanks to these tough shells, we don't need as much as we did in our weak skin sacks. Still, it can't hurt to be prepared, so we have some Kevlar pads that strap onto your abdomen and claws. G-1: The second major difference is the weapons. Obviously handheld guns don't work anymore, so we've got something a little more interesting for you. Hernandez walks into frame holding a Mk I CT assault weapon. Hernandez: This here is the most recent advancement in crab weaponry, capable of firing up to three shells per minute. Hernandez begins helping G-1 attach the cannon. G-1: In the field, these things are a godsend. It may not be the fastest gun, but it packs enough of a punch to take down even the toughest anomalies. G-1 activates the cannon on its back and fires at a target on the back wall. The wall crumples from the impact. Hernandez: The cannon can be activated with the firing pin next to your front left leg. Just give it a flick and it'll fire. G-1: The next thing we're going to cover is underwater operations. When tasked with anomaly retrieval, you may find yourself traveling deep into kelp forests or into wrecked ships from the old times. You'd be surprised how many anomalies we find in shipwrecks. The scene changes to Gamma-6 exploring an abandoned nuclear submarine. They swim through to the empty missile silos and discover an anomalous instance of SCP-6010-A. The anomaly attempts to flee, but G-2 fires an explosive shell over its head. The anomaly panics and activates its anomalous effects, causing the submarine to re-activate and begin to rise. Hernandez: If you encounter a living anomaly, it's important to bring it in alive unless your life is in danger. That's why we've developed the EVoltai taser, a device capable of delivering stunning electric shocks to nearby crabs. Just pinch your claws together on the trigger, and anyone you're pointing at will be stunned for long enough to get them under control. G-3 stuns the anomaly and the submarine ceases to function. The team places elastics on the anomalies claws and returns it to their own submarine. Hernandez: And with those gadgets, you'll be able to handle almost any anomaly that gets thrown at you. Good luck in the open waters, crabs. [END LOG] Addendum 3: Current status of large Foundation Sites as of 2026 Site Number Current Status 11 Used as a base of operations for North American resettlement operations, before being used to house human civilians displaced by the collapse of the USA. Sold to the GOC to assist their peace efforts in the region, currently vacant. 17 After many anomalies were carcinized, the Site was repurposed into a rehabilitation facility for Foundation personnel. As of 2026, the Site is no longer operational and is used for storage purposes. 19 All anomalous entities have been relocated to Site-19-C. Personnel have relocated to various Sites. The empty Site is now awaiting demolition to remove any lasting anomalous effects preventing the facility from being reused. 77 Initially served as a base of operations for resettlement efforts in Europe. Now used for storage. 81 Following the carcinization of the majority of staff, drains were opened above the Site, flooding it from the lake above, allowing it to remain operational after modifications. Most smaller Sites have had their inventories relocated to their -C equivalents, and the empty facility decommissioned. Recently, an interview was conducted with Dr Hernandez concerning their research into SCP-6010. A transcript of the interview was recorded bellow. Interview 6010-1 Interviewed: Francis Hernandez, SCP-6010 research head. Interviewer: O5-1. Date: 19/05/28 [BEGIN LOG] O5-1: Hello Doctor. Hernandez: Good to see you again Sir. O5-1: Hard to imagine it's been seven years. It feels like the time just flew by. Hernandez: It's hard to keep track of the days when were dealing with something like this. O5-1: Don't I know it. Managing the restructuring of the Foundation, let alone normal society… Not something I ever want to do again. Hernandez: How many times have you said that? O5-1: Heh, I suppose you've got a point. Hernandez: I suppose the point of this discussion is my findings on carcinization? O5-1: Yes, we'd like to know what you've discovered. Hernandez: Honestly? Not much. At first we thought it could have been some angry god's revenge, or maybe some sort of para-virus. But after a while, we realized there was nothing to find. It just happened, plain and simple. No cult of faithful was spared, no patterns were found in who got turned first. At the end of the day, some things just happen and can't be helped. O5-1: It's funny, so many people feel a need to understand the things that don't make sense. But that's not what the Foundation does. At the end of the day, if the world is still in one piece we've done our jobs. Hernandez: And we pulled through in the end, same as always. Some may say we came out better than before. If we found a cure today, would people even take it? O5-1: Perhaps. But there's nothing left for us on land. Besides, I've seen a lot of anomalies come and go in my time, six thousand ten wouldn't be the first to change the world's one piece. Hernandez: Six thousand ten? I almost forgot that number. It's been so long since I got my shell, I can't remember what life was like without one. O5-1: It feels like just yesterday you were making those videos to help the new crabs. I remember I considered letting you make a video to help the rest of the council. Hernandez: That would've been a fun project, if I didn't get my mind wiped after. Speaking of those videos, I never actually made a proper ending to the series. Maybe this interview can be the finale? O5-1: How do you want to end it? Hernandez: I suppose a thank you, to all the people who helped repair this world. And to everyone who watched along to the end. [END LOG] _ ONE (1) UPDATE HAS BEEN MADE TO THIS FILEHIDE UPDATE As of 05/10/2032, the events detailed in this file are no longer considered anomalous. It has been given the designation SCP-6010-ARC to avoid clutter in the main database. It will remain archived for historical reference, along with all other -ARC files caused by the restructuring. Footnotes 1. Item cannot be contained due to its properties constituting an aspect of baseline reality. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6010" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6010. Licensed under CC-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-6010 | uncontained | Item#: 6010 Level0 Secondary Class: enochian Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Currently, containment of SCP-6010 is not possible due to its widespread influence over the civilian population. Preservation of the veil is no longer a priority; efforts are instead to be focused on the rehabilitation of SCP-6010-A instances and the preparation of the global population for future SCP-6010 alterations. Foundation staff altered by SCP-6010 may continue their existing roles in the Foundation following a two week adjustment period. Description: SCP-6010 is the global restructuring event that has currently impacted roughly one third of all animal life on Earth. Since 21/06/2021, life forms in the Animalia kingdom unpredictably undergo rapid transformation, developing into decapodal crustaceans with typical subjects being around 40 cm in height. These subjects, hereafter referred to as SCP-6010-A instances, develop a pair of claws on their front most limbs as well as a thick chitinous exoskeleton over a flat disk-like body. Instances of SCP-6010-A are primarily aquatic, but can survive out of water indefinitely as long as their gills hold a layer of water. Their middle six legs are typically used for walking on the sea floor, while their backmost legs are flatter and used for swimming. Despite these extreme biological changes, SCP-6010-A instances that were previously human retain a human level of consciousness and all memories formed before the transformation. There is no known way to revert SCP-6010-A instances back into their previous forms. Since SCP-6010 began, animal life on earth has been transformed into SCP-6010-A instances at an exponential rate, with current estimates placing the completion of SCP-6010 around the middle of 2028. Addendum 1: The following transcript was taken from the video series The New Carcinized World, made by Doctor Francis Hernandez, the lead researcher for SCP-6010. Hernandez communicated using a text-to-speech program and a keyboard specially designed for their claws. Coming Out of Your Shell [BEGIN LOG] Hernandez: Hello. Right now, there are two types of people on this planet. Either you've already been changed like me, or you're just waiting for the inevitable. Either way, you're here to know what it feels like and how you will continue life as close to normally as you can. Hernandez: I know it may be upsetting to see your body go through these changes, but rest assured, we here at the SCP Foundation are doing everything we can to make the transition easier. The video cuts to footage of a Foundation-run rehabilitation center, showing many human Foundation staff and civilian volunteers assisting newly transformed SCP-6010-A instances adjust to their new bodies. Hernandez continues speaking offscreen. Hernandez: It may take weeks or even months, but once you grow accustomed to the new you, it'll feel like you never had a human body. The scene changes to a small under water apartment complex designed to be inhabited by SCP-6010-A instances. Several can be seen walking through the building. Hernandez: Just remember, there's nothing wrong with being a crab. [END LOG] The Foundation currently maintains four settlements designed to accommodate SCP-6010-A instances that do not wish or are unable to remain in their previous homes. Each settlement features housing for roughly five million SCP-6010-A instances in apartment complexes, as well as sustainable algae farms and tidal power generation. Foundation personnel who have become SCP-6010-A instances are permitted to transfer to these settlements at the discretion of their respective Site Director. Settlement Current Status Settlement Alpha (Atlantis Two) Located alongside the Great Barrier Reef. City is autonomous to the point that it requires little Foundation intervention. Settlement Beta (Dahut) Located in the Mediterranean Sea. City has created a self sustaining economy with Settlement Delta and does not require Foundation intervention. Settlement Gamma (Krust) Located in the Gulf of Mexico. City is currently under Foundation control to moderate mass immigration from the USA. Settlement Delta (New London) Located in the English Channel. City is under control of the European Union and requires no Foundation intervention. In addition to these settlements, the Foundation has funded a global campaign to assist SCP-6010 instances in adjusting to their new bodies. This campaign is organized by the Ethics committee and employs Foundation staff experienced in anomalous bodily transformations and civilian volunteers. These volunteers are given level 0 clearance and access only to a limited selection of this file. The following transcript was taken from the video series Talk to the Claws, made by Doctor Francis Hernandez. Talk to the Claws Ep 1 [BEGIN LOG] Hernandez: Welcome to another guide to your new life. One thing you may have noticed about your new body is the inability to speak. Well the SCP Foundation has the help you need, in Crab Sign Language, or CSL for short. Hernandez: In this video series, I'll be showing you some of the most common phrases you'll need to learn to get by in the SCP-6010 resettlement facilities. Hernandez: Before we begin, remember that when saying a name or other proper noun, you'll have to spell it out one letter at a time. Just check the link in the description that you'll find a chart of every letter in the CSL alphabet. Once you know all the letters, we'll move on to a few simple greetings. Starting with; Hello. The video shows Hernandez pressing their right claw up to their head and bringing it down to the side. Hernandez: That's all it is. Pretty simple really. Let's do something a bit longer. A basic introduction for your name. You say 'my name' and then you spell whatever your name is. The video shows Hernandez pressing their right claw against their abdomen, tapping the pincers of both claws together twice, and spelling out H-E-R-N-A-N-D-E-Z. Hernandez: And that's all you need to introduce yourself as a crab. Join us tomorrow for more handy tips. Or should I say clawsy tips? [END LOG] Any individuals fluent in CSL are eligible to volunteer in their local SCP-6010-A rehabilitation facility. To do so, please submit a copy of the following form to moc.tenpics|pleh0106pcs#moc.tenpics|pleh0106pcs SCP FOUNDATION VOLUNTEER FORM FILLER TEXT Your Name: Location of the facility you wish to volunteer for: Please select your current status: -- Please select -- Human SCP-6010-A Other anomalous entity Please describe your past experiences with SCP-6010-A instances, if any. Please describe your past experiences with the anomalous, if any. Please describe your past experiences with non-anomalous crabs and other crustaceans, if any. Please describe why you wish to volunteer for the Foundation. Please tell us how long you wish to volunteer for the Foundation. 4278346622e02502f9d2d2c13fcc5f5a_1734916047 THE REMAINDER OF THIS DOCUMENT IS AVAILABLE TO THOSE WITH LEVEL 2 CLEARANCE ACCESS GRANTED Currently 1573 SCP objects have become SCP-6010-A instances. Of these entities, 107 lost all other anomalous effects after the transformation. It is currently believed this happened because they were dependent on the entity maintaining their current form. The SCP objects that retained their anomalous effects have had their containment procedures updated accordingly. Many Keter class anomalies are being tested to determine optimal containment procedures that can still be carried out when the anomaly or the majority of containment staff become SCP-6010-A instances. To accommodate large numbers of anomalous SCP-6010-A instances, the Foundation has begun construction of multiple underwater facilities replicating existing Sites. Currently the only functional underwater facility is Site-19-C, which currently houses 100 anomalies and 300 Foundation staff members. The following transcript was taken from the video shown to Foundation staff members upon transfer to the newly constructed Site-19-C. Hernandez communicated using CSL, with subtitles provided below. Sinking to New Depths: Welcome to Your New Site [BEGIN LOG] The video shows the Site-19-C cafeteria, which features three algae bars and a large kitchen, as well as seating for two hundred. Hernandez walks into the shot, waving to the camera. Hernandez: Hello, and welcome to another SCP-6010 orientation video. If you're watching this, it means you've been reassigned to one of our dash C Sites, which are Foundation Sites designed to be used by people like us. There's only one right now, but there's loads more on the way. The scene changes to a side view graphic of the ocean, with a Foundation Site being built at the bottom. Hernandez is visible on the bottom left corner. Hernandez: When these Sites are built, we pick specific places in the ocean for warm temperatures and easy access to outdoor areas. While going for a walk on the ocean floor takes some getting used to, it's perfectly safe and even encouraged during scheduled break times. The graphic shows many Foundation staff members walking outside the Site on the ocean floor. It then changes to a scene of several new researchers taking notes on an anomaly under containment. Hernandez: You may be asking yourself, how do we operate at the same level as before when we're under water? Well, our research teams have been working around the clock to offer you the latest and greatest in underwater technology. Computers, tablets, even your trusty keycards have been redesigned for not only underwater use, but have been made as easy to use with claws as they were with hands. The scene changes to the D-Class holding cells, which are all occupied by instances of SCP-6010-A Hernandez: One of the more popular changes SCP-6010 has brought to our facilities is the cancelation of human testing protocols. Since every animal on the planet is a crab like us, there's no need to test potentially dangerous anomalies on intelligent beings capable of feeling pain. We just use crabs that used to be insects or other lesser lifeforms incapable of feeling anything. While they do look like us, their ant minds have already been shattered when they turned into crabs. Just watch! Hernandez pokes one of the D-Class through the cell bars. The D-Class does not respond. Hernandez: They even regenerate limbs like us, which makes them partially reusable. The scene changes to an anomalous SCP-6010-A instance in it's containment cell being observed by several staff members. Hernandez: Most of the living anomalies down here are also like us, but they're still anomalies. Don't let your guard down just because a keter is a crab. A very aggressive SCP-6010-A instance is seen attacking the cell door. Hernandez: When working with these anomalies, remember that it is possible their properties have changed since they were transformed. Human staff members are seen cleaning out an old containment cell. A large partially carcinized corpse covered in acid burns is in the center of the room. Hernandez: Speaking of anomalies changing their properties, I'd like you all to look to the people watching this video with you now. There's a good chance that one of them had some minor anomalous property that was wiped away by SCP-6010. Some may have even had an SCP number at one point. Make sure to treat them the same way you would any other coworker in the new Foundation. The scene changes to the Site-19-C cafeteria, which is filled with instances of SCP-6010-A. They all look to the camera and wave. Hernandez: And that concludes our orientation. We await you in the sea, new crabs. [END LOG] Currently Foundation staff have recognized twelve anomalies that would be infeasible to contain following the completion of SCP-6010. The decision to neutralize these anomalies is currently under Ethics Committee review. Addendum 2: Current status of various Groups of Interest as of 2024 GoI Current Status Ambrose Restaurants Declared bankruptcy shortly after it was discovered that certain items on the menu contained SCP-6010-A instances that were previously human. Anderson Robotics Began development of SCP-6010-A piloted utility droids designed to assist SCP-6010-A instances in returning to their previous lives. Global Occult Coalition Has engaged in global peacekeeping operations to protect the interests of countries which have lost the majority of their leaders to SCP-6010. Manna Charitable Foundation Has assisted the Foundation in the aid of humans who have lost all sources of income due to SCP-6010 as well as the recruitment of volunteers. Marshal, Carter, and Dark Ltd. Mr Carter became an instance of SCP-6010-A and was removed from the company after spending an un-approved 100 billion USD attempting to reverse the effects of SCP-6010. The remaining members remain in control of the company but have lost a significant portion of their revenue due to the rapidly changing economy. Sarkic Cults The majority of Sarkicites were too heavily mutated to survive the transformation process, remaining members are considered to be a minimal threat. The Serpent's Hand The majority of Hand members moved the Wanderer's Library before cutting all connections to this reality. Remaining members have either joined other Groups of Interest or volunteered in SCP-6010-A rehabilitation centers. Unusual Incidents Unit Defunct following the collapse of the American government after the entirety of their leadership became instances of SCP-6010-A. Human operatives are currently working under the GOC to elect a new government body. Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Has assisted the Foundation in the care of SCP-6010-A instances as well as the recruitment of volunteers. Numerous other smaller groups have been affected by SCP-6010 to a lesser degree. Due to the Foundation and GOC's increased influence over global affairs, especially in the SCP-6010-A settlements, very little anomalous activity has actively threatened the population since the beginning of SCP-6010. To deal with newly discovered anomalies, many Mobile Task Forces have been reorganized to operate under these new conditions. MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") has been placed in charge of coordinating underwater operations, and have assisted Dr Hernandez in the production of the following video. Mobile Crab Force [BEGIN LOG] The video begins with a scene of MTF Gamma-6 pre-SCP-6010 investigating an underwater anomalous structure. The scene fades to an identical shot of the team after becoming instances of SCP-6010-A. G-1: Hi, my name is Roger, and I'm the commanding officer of MTF Gamma-6. In this video, we'll be teaching you how to handle anomaly retrieval deep under water. G-1: The first major difference is the body armor. Thanks to these tough shells, we don't need as much as we did in our weak skin sacks. Still, it can't hurt to be prepared, so we have some Kevlar pads that strap onto your abdomen and claws. G-1: The second major difference is the weapons. Obviously handheld guns don't work anymore, so we've got something a little more interesting for you. Hernandez walks into frame holding a Mk I CT assault weapon. Hernandez: This here is the most recent advancement in crab weaponry, capable of firing up to three shells per minute. Hernandez begins helping G-1 attach the cannon. G-1: In the field, these things are a godsend. It may not be the fastest gun, but it packs enough of a punch to take down even the toughest anomalies. G-1 activates the cannon on its back and fires at a target on the back wall. The wall crumples from the impact. Hernandez: The cannon can be activated with the firing pin next to your front left leg. Just give it a flick and it'll fire. G-1: The next thing we're going to cover is underwater operations. When tasked with anomaly retrieval, you may find yourself traveling deep into kelp forests or into wrecked ships from the old times. You'd be surprised how many anomalies we find in shipwrecks. The scene changes to Gamma-6 exploring an abandoned nuclear submarine. They swim through to the empty missile silos and discover an anomalous instance of SCP-6010-A. The anomaly attempts to flee, but G-2 fires an explosive shell over its head. The anomaly panics and activates its anomalous effects, causing the submarine to re-activate and begin to rise. Hernandez: If you encounter a living anomaly, it's important to bring it in alive unless your life is in danger. That's why we've developed the EVoltai taser, a device capable of delivering stunning electric shocks to nearby crabs. Just pinch your claws together on the trigger, and anyone you're pointing at will be stunned for long enough to get them under control. G-3 stuns the anomaly and the submarine ceases to function. The team places elastics on the anomalies claws and returns it to their own submarine. Hernandez: And with those gadgets, you'll be able to handle almost any anomaly that gets thrown at you. Good luck in the open waters, crabs. [END LOG] Addendum 3: Current status of large Foundation Sites as of 2026 Site Number Current Status 11 Used as a base of operations for North American resettlement operations, before being used to house human civilians displaced by the collapse of the USA. Sold to the GOC to assist their peace efforts in the region, currently vacant. 17 After many anomalies were carcinized, the Site was repurposed into a rehabilitation facility for Foundation personnel. As of 2026, the Site is no longer operational and is used for storage purposes. 19 All anomalous entities have been relocated to Site-19-C. Personnel have relocated to various Sites. The empty Site is now awaiting demolition to remove any lasting anomalous effects preventing the facility from being reused. 77 Initially served as a base of operations for resettlement efforts in Europe. Now used for storage. 81 Following the carcinization of the majority of staff, drains were opened above the Site, flooding it from the lake above, allowing it to remain operational after modifications. Most smaller Sites have had their inventories relocated to their -C equivalents, and the empty facility decommissioned. Recently, an interview was conducted with Dr Hernandez concerning their research into SCP-6010. A transcript of the interview was recorded bellow. Interview 6010-1 Interviewed: Francis Hernandez, SCP-6010 research head. Interviewer: O5-1. Date: 19/05/28 [BEGIN LOG] O5-1: Hello Doctor. Hernandez: Good to see you again Sir. O5-1: Hard to imagine it's been seven years. It feels like the time just flew by. Hernandez: It's hard to keep track of the days when were dealing with something like this. O5-1: Don't I know it. Managing the restructuring of the Foundation, let alone normal society… Not something I ever want to do again. Hernandez: How many times have you said that? O5-1: Heh, I suppose you've got a point. Hernandez: I suppose the point of this discussion is my findings on carcinization? O5-1: Yes, we'd like to know what you've discovered. Hernandez: Honestly? Not much. At first we thought it could have been some angry god's revenge, or maybe some sort of para-virus. But after a while, we realized there was nothing to find. It just happened, plain and simple. No cult of faithful was spared, no patterns were found in who got turned first. At the end of the day, some things just happen and can't be helped. O5-1: It's funny, so many people feel a need to understand the things that don't make sense. But that's not what the Foundation does. At the end of the day, if the world is still in one piece we've done our jobs. Hernandez: And we pulled through in the end, same as always. Some may say we came out better than before. If we found a cure today, would people even take it? O5-1: Perhaps. But there's nothing left for us on land. Besides, I've seen a lot of anomalies come and go in my time, six thousand ten wouldn't be the first to change the world's one piece. Hernandez: Six thousand ten? I almost forgot that number. It's been so long since I got my shell, I can't remember what life was like without one. O5-1: It feels like just yesterday you were making those videos to help the new crabs. I remember I considered letting you make a video to help the rest of the council. Hernandez: That would've been a fun project, if I didn't get my mind wiped after. Speaking of those videos, I never actually made a proper ending to the series. Maybe this interview can be the finale? O5-1: How do you want to end it? Hernandez: I suppose a thank you, to all the people who helped repair this world. And to everyone who watched along to the end. [END LOG] _ ONE (1) UPDATE HAS BEEN MADE TO THIS FILEHIDE UPDATE As of 05/10/2032, the events detailed in this file are no longer considered anomalous. It has been given the designation SCP-6010-ARC to avoid clutter in the main database. It will remain archived for historical reference, along with all other -ARC files caused by the restructuring. Footnotes 1. Item cannot be contained due to its properties constituting an aspect of baseline reality. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6010" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6010. Licensed under CC-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-6011 | safe | Item#: 6011 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo fig.1: Anatomical diagram of Plana hominem. Item #: SCP-6011 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-044 is to encompass SCP-6011. Human development within a 10 km radius of SCP-6011 is to be prevented under the guise of the area being protected by the Libyan government for conservation purposes. SCP-6011 is to be stored in a hermetically sealed chamber. External stimuli are to be kept to a minimum. An adjustable monitoring system is to be deployed perpendicular to SCP-6011 as per the aforementioned criteria. Interactions with the SCP-6011, its mass, and/or instances of SCP-6011-1 must be approved by the acting Head Researcher of Provisional Site-044. Description: SCP-6011 is a circular area located in the Central Sahara Desert with a radius of roughly 500 m suspended 5 cm in the air. The area is situated 156 m below the ground within limestone karst in which it was originally discovered. As the transport of the object was neither possible nor practical, Provisional Site-044 was erected following the unearthing. SCP-6011 has no thickness and behaves like a 2-dimensional plane; 3-dimensional objects pass through with no resistance. However, when attempting movement along its axis, the matter present within SCP-6011 will react abiding by the baseline laws of thermodynamics. Valence-shell electron-pair repulsion and Molecular orbital theories are applicable and result in the molecules as well as the orbitals represented on the XY-axis alone. Both the inorganic and organic material found within SCP-6011 exhibit properties similar to their 3-dimensional counterpart, existing in all states of matter accounted for in the baseline reality. Compounds that require 3-dimensional configuration to perform their functions can exhibit them within SCP-6011 through unknown means. The designation SCP-6011-1 collectively refers to organisms inhabiting SCP-6011. The smallest unit of the aforementioned organisms is cell-like in nature. Instances of SCP-6011-1 can be divided into three basic branches of life, termed: Explicitus Archaea (similar to Archaea), Explicitus Bacteria (similar to Bacteria), and Explicitus Eukaryota (similar to Eukaryotes). The variation between the different single and multi-cellular instances of SCP-6011-1 garners them being placed into their individual species. Reproducing both sexually and asexually, all species of SCP-6011-1 are based on a genetic code similar to DNA, exhibiting both genetic heredity and mutation. Proteins assisting in the coiling of the genetic material are present and affect the gene expression, although their 2-dimensional nature prevents the formation of chromosomal-like structure and instead results in the genetic material being stored in a form of two-branched Fermat's spirals. Endo- and exocytosis is achieved through the opening of U-shaped proteins forming the cell membrane. A protein synthesized in preparation for cytosis is used to break the intermolecular forces between the membrane, allowing the material to pass. This process is highly regulated, as osmotic lysis occurs when both sides of the U-shape proteins are opened. Among the fauna of SCP-6011, absorption of food is most commonly accomplished through mouth-like structures, and most species perform aerobic and anaerobic respiration. Since the anus is not present — as the 2-dimensional configuration does not allow for the gastrointestinal tract — the waste product is regurgitated through the mouth following digestion in the stomach. Fauna of SCP-6011 developed an immune system and physical adaptions capable of combating the majority of bacteria in feces through natural selection. Photosynthesis is performed by numerous species of flora. Due to the sunlight being fairly scarce and directional such as all plants blocked by any amount of opaque mass will find themself etiolated, the majority of flora is capable of performing rapid phototropism. As directional gravity is not present, the roots of plants grow towards the sources of metal — usually the iron-rich soil — using a form of advanced magnetotropism. Light sensitive, eye-like structures located on some specimens of SCP-6011-1 are capable of perceiving the environment within SCP-6011 as a 1-dimensional line. The perspective is determined by the distance between the light bouncing off the perceived object and the sensory organ. Objects in close proximity appear brighter than those further away due to the scattering of light. Using this method, shapes can be distinguished. This is done in a similar vein to 3-dimensional entities perceiving depth through the use of 2-dimensional images. The Plana hominem is a sapient, multicellular species of SCP-6011-1. Members of Plana hominem possess features similar to that of a human side profile, with a distinguishable head housing a brain, a nose, and a singular eye. The integumentary system, muscular system, lymphatic system, respiratory system, digestive system, nervous system, endocrine system, cardiovascular system, urinary system, and reproductive system are also present. As their eye is stationary and facing to their left, instances of Plana hominem must orientate their entire body to achieve 360° vision. Possessing three types of cone cells, the vision of Plana hominem is similar to that of the human visible spectrum. Locomotion is performed through an arrangement of motile cilia-like structures moved by the hydrostatic pressure from blood circulation. Though primarily used for locomotion, grasping can be achieved. Sol-β is a miniature, rotationally locked star possessing features equivalent to a Red Dwarfs. It measures 4 m in diameter, creating a dead zone with a 50 m radius outside of which its solar radiation is not detrimental to the climate and life of SCP-6011. The average temperature in areas located 250 m away from Sol-β is only 18°C, considered to be tropical by both the local fauna and flora. The geological landscape of SCP-6011 is varied and subject to infrequent change due to the lack of seismic activity. A large accumulation of solid water covers the circumference of the plane, with the average temperature within the immediate proximity measuring -40° C due to its distance from Sol-β. Smaller bodies of liquid water, maintaining structure through its cohesive nature, are scattered throughout. The meteorological conditions of SCP-6011 consist of infrequent rainfalls caused by the accumulation of water vapor with occasional snow; there is no distinction between seasons. Cooled by the frozen circumference, the clouds move clockwise throughout the day, causing rainfall once the water condenses. Both the time and direction system of Plana hominem is based on this meteorological system, with the distinctions of cardinal directions done by the periods of rainfall. North is designated by the direction of the rainfall at 12:00, East by the direction of rainfall at 9:00, etc. Looking at SCP-6011 is curious. It can give one a feeling of power — being able to survey the entire world with a mere glance. Every rock formation, building, and even the inhabitants can be viewed with ease as if looking at an oversimplified diagram. When I look at an instance of SCP-6011-1, I do not see a singular entity. I see all their organs working in unity. I see their digestive system moving, their eyelids appearing from the space behind their eyes in which they are tucked and their hearts beating rhythmically. If I were to zoom in closely, I am certain I could see the individual neural synapses firing in their exposed brains. We had prior interactions with entities that claimed to originate from higher geometrical dimensions, yet our mind was never really capable of understanding them. Where we stand, we have the capability to imagine the lives of those in the 2-dimensional space. Sadly, the same cannot be said for our understanding of the 4-dimensional reality. It is often said that the human brain is like a computer. So just like a computer can never completely emulate a machine more advanced than itself, so do we lack the ability to understand higher dimensions. Dr. Michalis [+] Addendum-1 Xenoanthropological Report of SCP-6011 [-] Hide Archive The Department of Xenoanthropological Studies Fas est ab hoste doceri Social Structure Instances of Plana hominem live in a feudal-like society, with the role of the parents passed to the offspring. There is a clear social hierarchy, with the people divided into Estates. Those Estates, indicated by the coloring of the body applied below the skin at birth, strictly follow their social structure. One cannot move down or up their respected Estate. Any deviation from the said hierarchy could result in an individual getting placed in a mental asylum, the role of which has not yet been replaced by a proper psychiatric hospital. It must be noted that the social classes mentioned below are broad classifications. Red - Archduke; the Monarch of SCP-6011. Orange - Administrative positions. Yellow - Priests, Scribes, and Record Keepers. Green - Similar to Middle-Class Citizens of 18th century Europe. Teachers, Physicians, Lawyers, etc. Blue - Merchants, Tradesmen, and Skilled Workers. Purple - Manual Labourers. Color and Its Cultural Importance Much cultural emphasis is placed on color. Colors with higher wavelengths represent value and are commonly used to distinguish the central characters in art. This application of color is primarily used as a way to most easily distinguish between the social Estates as differentiating between individuals from facial features alone is a great task and an acquired skill termed "facial recognition". Servants As many everyday tasks cannot be performed by a single individual due to their bodily limitations, it is considered proper and even essential for higher-class citizens to own no less than two servants. Whether paid or enslaved, the servants must come from an Estate below the Green one. Requiring assistance of a friend or family member to perform tasks requiring two is considered a sign of poverty. Technology The technological level of development within SCP-6011 is considerably low in many aspects. Germ theory is yet to be developed and the belief in a spontaneous generation is just beginning to be publically scrutinized. As 2-dimensional nature does not allow for a formation of an axle — and the gravitational force not moving the matter in any particular direction — wheels are applicable for neither transport nor gearing. Voice Scribes While physical writing on a surface is possible, it is not practical. As such, leagues of "Voice Scribes" are trained amongst the Yellow caste. Their sole purpose is remembering and regurgitating a large amount of information. It is usually a role of a singular Voice Scribe to recall an entire tome, transcription of a speech, or a particular law. Entertainment Due to their inability to accompany more than one row of viewers, "Visual Theatres" are seen as a form of luxury. More popular are the "Voice Theaters" where more emphasis is placed on the sound of both the artificially created ambiance as well as the dialogue. Entertainment in the form of social games is prominent and played amongst all social classes. The most popular competitive board game is titled "Regicide". Played on a 1-dimensional board, Regicide shares many characteristics with Chess, involving both a central piece the capture of which results in the end of a game (titled the Archduke), and different move sets for individual pieces. While 2-dimensional Regicide is possible with the use of transparent playing boards, the movement of the pieces is considered troublesome and the sport as a whole a novelty. [+] Addendum-2 Interaction #6011:09/06/1914 [-] Hide Archive Test Group A: Designation Preferred Name Sex Estate Note α Iotis M G Prof. of Physics β Fimnar F G Spouse of Subject α. Employed as a lawyer. γ Imenious M G Oldest son. Only child of legal age. Currently unemployed. δ Veikcrea M G Youngest son. ζ Gralala F G Oldest daughter. η Chisiehiaia F G Youngest daughter. θ Cak M P Servant of Subject α. Note: While there was a mention of the Subject α and β having two more daughters, empirical proof of their existance is not within the Foundation's possession. Foreword: An educated member of the Green Estate named Iotis was chosen as Subject α for an interview regarding the nature of SCP-6011. As the subject spent the majority of their time within the City N:0.55, S:-0.34 "Rellalo", an attempt at the initial interaction made within Subject α's household at 11:30 (SCP-6011-1 time). [BEGIN LOG] Subject α: Study, S. Engaged in a solo-game of Regicide. Subject β: Bedroom, SE. Repeating sentences regarding a legal case to itself, possibly a form of rudimentary Voice Scribe training. Subject γ: Bedroom, W. Sleeping. Subject δ: Bedroom, NW. Sleeping. Subject ζ: Bedroom, NW. Sleeping. Subject η: Bedroom, NW. Sleeping. Subject θ: Kitchen, C. Cleaning dishes. (A short, high-pitched noise was played in a speaker suspended 5 cm above Subject α. This was done to test its hearing capabilities.) Subject α: Pardon? Pardon. Pardon? Dr. Michalis: Head North. We’ll commune further there. (Distressed, Subject α rapidly turns around the room.) Subject α: Excuse me Sir — or madam — but could you please state your direction? I am incapable of facing you. Dr. Michalis: That is not necessary. Please, head North. Subject α: I do say, it is necessary! It is only proper for visual contact to occur during a conversation! But then again, your voice is hard to distinguish… Dr. Michalis: Just a moment. Your name is Iotis, correct? Subject α: That is right. But Sir - or madam — I simply must know where you are! (Subject α is making its way around the room, feeling the walls.) Dr. Michalis: Iotis, please stop moving. Subject α: I believe that a call to the police is in order! How have you entered my private quarters?! Goodness me…Goodness me! A thief! A thief! A thief! Dr. Michalis: Your daughters and sons are disturbed by the noise you’re making, do you realize that? (Subject α slides the door leading into its chamber open, inspecting the hallway before retreating inside.) Subject α: Where are you? How do you know about my children? Goodness me…Goodness me! A thief! A stalker! A thief and a stalker! (Subject α continues inspecting its chamber.) (Subject β enters the chamber of Subject α.) Subject β: Sir Iotis? Why are you screaming, Sir Iotis? Subject α: Ah, madam Fimnar! Horrible news! A thief! Quickly, inform the police while I take the children somewhere safe! Go, madam Fimnar, go! (Subject β exits the chamber of Subject α in haste.) Dr. Michalis: Listen to me, Iotis. I am not a thief. I am not a stalker. I'm (pause) I am a messenger. That’s right — a messenger. Please, if you could just cooperate I can assure you that your family will be fine. Subject α: Anything! I’ll do anything! Dr. Michalis: Yes, very good. Now, please stop shouting and move back to where you were. Subject α: (Subject α moves towards the South of its chamber.) Please, do not use the hoi polloi language in my household. Just say Southside like a proper gentleman or lady that you are. That being said, your voice is difficult to distinguish. Oh, pardon! Dr. Michalis: I am a Sir. A doctor. You’re an educated man yourself, correct? Subject α: Yes. I am a professor, Sir. Is this what this is all about? Do you wish for me to use my talents free of charge? Dr. Michalis: Iotis. We want nothing from you except your time. Subject α: Very well, very well. I am here. I am listening. Could you please at least show yourself? Dr. Michalis: Just a moment Iotis. (A mechanical piston is lowered into the surface of SCP-6011 before being retracted) Subject α: (distressed) Pardon? Pardon? Pardon? Dr. Michalis: That was one of our devices. Did you see it? Subject α: Yes. Yes, I did. Metallic it was. And round. But it disappeared! Dr. Michalis: As I mentioned before, we require your cooperation. I’ll be as clear as I can in explaining what just occurred. And you will listen. Understood, Sir? Subject α: Yes Sir. Yes Sir! (Two members of Law Enforcement from the Blue Estate approach the house accompanied by Subject β. Subject θ answers the front door.) Dr. Michalis: Iotis, we will continue our conversation. Tomorrow, head Northside of your house. Just past the large lake. Just past the white rock. We’ll talk again. Right now, I can see 2 policemen approaching your house. No wonder, you were loud. Subject α: What? How? Angel? Angel?! Where are you, Angel! [END LOG] Closing Statement: Subject α was fined for noise disturbance. While I understand the initial concerns at breaking our absolute Veil over SCP-6011, an interaction needed to take place sooner or later. Subject α — Iotis — made no attempts at recalling the events. It appears like Subject α mistook our interaction as a sort of divine intervention. While incidental, this oversight could be exploited in further interactions. Dr. Michalis [+] Addendum-3 Seminar Regarding SCP-6011 at Site-19 [-] Hide Archive Foreword: Following the events of Addendum-2, Subject α performed several other interactions with the research team of SCP-6011. As further data was collected, both from the testimony of Subject α and empirical observations, Dr. Michalis found it appropriate to put together a seminar accompanied by a Q&A section regarding SCP-6011. I want you to imagine a place in space. A point. The center of a circle. A singular point in space. And then another. Now, imagine a line connecting the two points. Now, our space has a length. It has dimensions. It has direction. To give our space an area, we need to draw a line perpendicular to our first line. To give it volume, another line must be drawn perpendicular to the other two. This is what many of us call the baseline reality; a 3-dimensional space. When even one of the aforementioned perpendicular lines is removed, an object will no longer have volume. Could such an object have mass? In our baseline reality, the obvious answer is: no. Mass has density, and density calls for volume. However, ladies and gentlemen, despite most of you being Junior Researchers, you have all interacted with that which does not make sense by the mainstream science. How does an object become anomalous? We don't know. And if we did, it wouldn't be anomalous anymore. One such object was discovered by the colonial forces of Italy in 1912. Of course, it seemed like an extended form of the cave system to them — and the public shall know it as such. Inside the cave system, we found SCP-6011. If you could please look at the screen, I would like to introduce you to our informant. I know he doesn't look like much — and the little guy is only about 5 cm in length — but what you are seeing is a sapient creature originating from SCP-6011. He told us a little about his world and while asking us to return the favor, we were hesitant. It believed that we were an angelic entity of some sort, and can you really blame him? Imagine someone suddenly appearing within your house. Imagine someone describing the direct shape of your insides while informing you what your relative across the country is doing. Would you also not cry out "Angel? Angel?! Where are you, Angel!". I see you laughing, yet there is nothing comedic about our testing period with Subject α. It did involve some distasteful tactics that I, as a xenoanthropologist, am not proud of. But it needed to be done. We could no longer observe. We needed an expert and Iotis was the closest thing this world had to a doctor. While most of our data of the xenoanthropological kind was kindly provided by him, we filled in the blanks with our own observations and corrected for any biases. Today, I wanted to talk about what was not included in the main 6011 files. Things that were not deemed valuable enough and other information of curiosity. Something to make you think and perhaps consider an assignment to Provisional Site-044 or at least giving my recently published book, "The Life in Plane" a read. It was actually co-authored by our very own Iotis. As you have all read the file, there is no reason for me to repeat myself. I will move straight into the Q&A section. Please, tell me what you want to know. Q: Can you say something in the language spoken by the sapient instances of SCP-6011-1? A: (in Plana hominem) Yes. Yes, I can. (English) It's not good for my throat, I reckon. It is a very coarse language, yet oddly soft. Q: Let's say that I placed my finger within SCP-6011 and moved it towards a rock formation. Would my finger be slashed in half, due to the SCP-6011 being infinity thin? A: Firstly, SCP-6011 isn’t “infinitely thin”, as it has no thickness. Your finger would be fine, as the 2-dimensional projection of your atoms would simply interact with the rock as expected, abiding by our understood laws of thermodynamics. For future reference, please do not place any appendages within SCP-6011. Q: Is there any apparent reason for the sapient instances of SCP-6011-1 to look human? A: Truth is, do they even look human? Or is it natural for our brain to make connections between vaguely humanoid-shaped objects, as we want to feel a sense of familiarity with them? Philosophy aside, no. Not that we know of. Q: How do we know that SCP-6011 is actually a 2-dimensional space? A: We ran tests involving beta emitters. The received value stands in line with that expected from an environment with a high concentration of gases rather than anything solid. We have also created a form of vacuum in SCP-6011, with the results once again agreeing with us. So yes, if SCP-6011 had width, we would have detected it by now. Q: Can mass be removed out of SCP-6011? A: I am glad that somebody asked that since this will save me some time with future testing requests. To answer your question, yes. Hypothetically speaking, mass can be forced out of SCP-6011. However, we do not want that to happen. You have to understand that particles within SCP-6011 have a 2-dimensional configuration. They would either rearrange themselves to fit into a 3-dimensional configuration or split apart in the baseline reality. The worst thing that could occur would be the removed mass undergoing instantaneous nuclear fission that would release 0 joules of energy. Besides, it is a standard protocol to avoid removing mass from a closed system. Q: Opposite of the previous question. Can mass be moved into SCP-6011? A: Yes. Actually, no. It's complicated. You can place a cross-section of a mass, but the actual mass itself would remain in the baseline reality. If we wished, we could place a piece of carbon for the instances of Plana hominem to ignite using a flame. While the cross-section would inevitably burn, leaving us with 2 pieces of carbon sliced neatly at the intersection, the mass of carbon would remain the same. Rinse and repeat, infinite mass, infinite energy. As I mentioned before, changing the enthalpy of a system is never advised. [+] Addendum-4 Incident #6011:01/12/1916 [-] Hide Archive On 01/12/1916, there was a malfunction in the motoring system that caused the breakdown of the camera rails and dislocation of several metallic compartments into the surface of SCP-6011. While the object sustained no damage, the phasing of the components was witnessed by several citizens of City N:0.55, S:-0.34 "Rellalo" above which the monitoring system was momentarily suspended. While it was initially suspected that a state of panic would result from the sudden entry and exit of mass in such a public place, the rapid return to the status quo resulted in the research team deploying anti-cognitohazard screening in order to locate the source of the apparent disregard following the initial event. Images from the anti-cognitohazard screening were analyzed, discovering that a sizable building obscured by a form of visual cognitohazard was located at N:-0.99, S:-0.20, an area previously marked as a wasteland. The building, shaped like a regular octagon with a side length of 100 cm, resembled a standard holding facility. Following the deployment of auditory anti-cognitohazard screening, the research team managed to record a Voice Scribe reciting the information regarding Incident #6011:01/12/1916. The creation of the obscured building, cognitohazard deployed following the incident, and the subsequent capture of Subject α can all be attributed to a veiled organization acting within SCP-6011, designating themselves as Doctors of the Church. The group — comprised mostly of members of the Yellow and Orange Estates with a small task force of Green, Blue, and Purple field agents — holds similar mission statements to the SCP Foundation from the baseline reality. This encompasses their attempts to uphold the Veil of Secrecy between that which they consider anomalous (3-dimensional mass entering the SCP-6011) and the general population as well as their will to understand the nature of such phenomena through the application of science and theology. It was further discovered that SCP-6011 would have become dislodged from the baseline reality following the initial textile interaction were it not for Doctors of the Church and their deployment of reality anchors. A 2-dimensional cognitohazard made for protection from extradimensional threats. 2-dimensional reality anchors. Truly. I am speechless. Doctors of the Church, referred to as "The Little Foundation" in jest amongst the research team, are an interesting group of interest. When I look at them I see — well — us. A little crumb of limestone falling from the ceiling of the karst or a bug somehow making its way onto the surface of SCP-6011 — phasing in and out of existence — must have terrified them. And so they found a way to conceal all that was illogical from the general public. As did we. Dr. Michalis ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6011" by The Son of Man, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6011. Licensed under CC-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: fig.1 Author: The Son of Man License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: n/a |
SCP-6012 | esoteric-class | a real "cool" dude That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. Item #: SCP-6012 Special Containment Procedures: As no other containment is currently possible, all possible research should be focused on the circumvention of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133. All personnel with experience covering loopholes in Tartarean contract law are highly encouraged to contact Head Researcher Berthelot. The body of Jawed Yakhchal is kept in standard humanoid containment at Site-80. Medical intervention is ongoing. Description: SCP-6012 is the slipperiness of all known forms of ice. In accordance with Ee's Laws of Thaumic Conductivity, any magic present in water is caught in the crystalline structure caused by freezing and radiated outwards. Upon being emitted from the ice, the thaumic energy ablates the surface of the frozen solid, turning its topmost layer into a thin and slippery layer of free-floating molecules. Discovery of SCP-6012's effects without prior experience in thaumatology would require in-depth knowledge of fluid dynamics, particle physics, and rheology.1 With that in mind, efforts to observe and, if necessary, prevent scientific inquiry into the subject have rarely been necessary. It is, however, notable that every attempt to slow or mislead experimentation and research on the topic of ice's friction coefficient has failed. An investigation as to why is ongoing. Addendum 6012-1: Failed Containment Attempts The following list consists of consolidated summaries of all containment attempts regarding the research performed at Frederic Tudor Rheological Laboratories2 in Wyeth, Massachusetts. Date Objective Result 2013-09-09 Remote alteration of stored data System did not respond to remote input. 2013-09-12 On-site alteration of stored data Computer terminal did not respond to input. Agent was unable to properly reboot its software before extraction. 2013-09-24 On-site alteration of stored data by skilled computer technician Agent was able to access the requested dataset. However, the terminal produced a loud tone, attracting civilian attention. Agent was extracted prematurely. Data was confirmed to remain intact. 2013-10-02 Automated monitoring of all email correspondence Automated monitor failed to respond and required several system reboots, deleting all recorded information in the process. At this point, computer-focused containment methods were halted due to continued failure. Technomantic analysis is pending. 2013-12-19 Sabotage of machinery A compromised temperature control unit was successfully delivered to the site. It has yet to affect the laboratory's results in any detrimental fashion. 2014-02-25 Contamination of water supply Shipment of laboratory-grade distilled water was replaced with commercial mineral water. Shipment was then halted due to weather. 2014-07-29 Infiltration Agent was presented to the facility as a research candidate based on mostly accurate credentials. During the initial entrance interview, however, said agent did not advance to full employment due to unforeseen anxiety in response to several rudimentary questions. 2014-10-25 Economic manipulation A Foundation shell company contacted the laboratory under the guise of a non-profit organization to inquire about philanthropic donation. Within one business day, the company's assets were frozen. 2015-01-17 Assassination of key researcher Due to Dr. George Penmynydd's history of renal cancer, personnel management experts decided that an ethylene-glycol-based solution would be the optimal method of removal. The agent responsible for dosing Dr. Penmynydd slipped and fell outside the doctor's home, requiring immediate extraction. 2015-01-17 Indiscriminate aerial bombing of the laboratory and surrounding region Containment attempt was aborted within minutes of its initiation. Head Researcher Wurtz has been relieved of duty pending psychiatric evaluation. Addendum 6012-2: Results of Technomantic Analysis Raspise Omicron, a connective technomancer on Foundation payroll, was able to identify a background process on the laboratory's servers specifically designed to subvert Foundation containment efforts. The process displayed distinct code signatures usually associated with the Tartarean Bureaucracy. In addition, Tx. Omicron was able to trace the process' insertion code to the IP address of Jules Jerristrait, a local paralegal. Mr. Jerristrait was brought in for questioning. Interview Log Interviewed: Jules Jerristrait Interviewer: Head Researcher Peter Berthelot, with Tx. Omicron3 assisting Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please. HR Berthelot: That's not necessary. We just have a few questions for you. Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please. HR Berthelot: I'm sorry, Mr. Jerristrait, I think you misunderstand— Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please. HR Berthelot: Would a lawyer be able to explain why we traced malware found on the Tudor Rheological Laboratories server to your IP address? A moment of silence. Mr. Jerristrait's expression does not change. Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please. Tx. Omicron: Mind if I cut in? HR Berthelot: Be my guest. TX. Omicron proceeds to speak in Tartarean Cocytus for ten minutes. Mr. Jerristrait does not react. HR Berthelot: What was that? Tx. Omicron: I said "We know what you are".4 HR Berthelot begins to respond, but is interrupted by Mr. Jerristrait, who speaks in Cocytus for five minutes without pausing for breath. HR Berthelot: …and what was that? Tx. Omicron: Well, the first part was definitely a request for the presence of something. And the last part referred to an arbiter, I think, or some sort of mediation consultant. HR Berthelot: So he asked for a lawyer. Tx. Omicron: More…summoned one, I think. HR Berthelot: Hey, are you okay? Both interviewers turn back to Mr. Jerristrait, whose left eyeball is swelling drastically. It pops, spraying HR Berthelot5 with vitreous humor. As Mr. Jerristrait's head falls silently to the interview table, a banded red worm pushes its head out of his ruptured eyeball and coils around his neck. It faces the interviewers. Worm: Hello there. I am 8th-Circle Malbolgian Legal Counselor M211-Q2G7K9S2F4M9M0. I have been summoned to act as advocatus diaboli for Mephistophelistic Contract Maintenance Agent M214-1N8B8C9D1X2A0Q. HR Berthelot does not respond, as he is busy trying to clear vitreous humor from his eyes. Tx. Omicron starts to speak in Cocytus, but the worm interrupts with a wave of its head. Worm: Please, let's restrict this to Terran tongues for now. I'm sure you will agree that Cocytus does not lend itself well to succinct discussion. HR Berthelot: Thank god. Worm: May I ask what the trouble is here? My client was performing its duties well within the limitations defined in the Tartarus-Foundation Agreement of 1983. It has prioritized both secrecy and human life while fulfilling his assigned contract. HR Berthelot: Your client was interfering directly with containment efforts. Worm: As outlined in Clause 83 Sub-Clause 28B Paragraph 937 of said agreement, such interference is allowed for contracts rated between 7 and 'Essential' by three separate Anuban Contract Analysis Agents. HR Berthelot: Is it worth asking what ratings this contract got? Worm: 11, 'Notable', and 'Epsilon' are its three current designations, well within the range allowing for interference. HR Berthelot: What? Those are completely— Tx. Omicron: Okay, I would like to make a formal request for information regarding annulment procedures. Worm: For a contract of this status? I'm afraid the documentation of information request alone would take decades to travel through the proper channels. You would be much better off reaching out to the original party. They would have considerably more sway. HR Berthelot: Oh, great! Who's the original party? Worm: Oh, I have no clue. HR Berthelot sits back with an audible sigh. Worm: But the Ptolomaean Correspondence Official assigned to the contract will know. I am in contact with it now. It should reach out to you forthwith. HR Berthelot: Okay, cool. Thank you. The worm nods and withdraws back into Mr. Jerristrait's head. Following established Tartarean protocols, the remains of Mr. Jerristrait were incinerated. Addendum 6012-3: Correspondence HR Berthelot received the following email at 7:06 AM the morning after Mr. Jerristrait was interviewed. To: Peter Berthelot ([email protected]) From: Ptolomaean Correspondence ([email protected]) Subject: Requested Information Re: Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 To Whom It May Concern, We have enclosed an abridged reproduction of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 between the Tartarean Bureaucracy (as represented by Faustian Contract Initiation Officer M221-44Y1H686REEKWJ1) and Dr. Jawed Yakhchal, DDS. For the purpose of your records, it is worth noting that Dr. Yakhchal served on your O5 Council for an unknown period of time preceding the establishment of his contract. In addition, a sub-sub-clause of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 requires that I provide the following address in response to any Foundation-based queries for information: 1806 Favorite Lane Iceboro, Richmond, ME 04357 In the likely case that Dr. Yakhchal is found at this address, it would be prudent to mention that the pact ink used in the composition of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 was manufactured using approximately 16 ruach of soul6 acquired from Dr. Yakhchal. If he is still alive, his capability for conscious thought will be greatly diminished. We wish you the best of luck in your further inquiries into the matter. Your ally, Ptolomaean Correspondence Official M246-0J0091SQ288UT6 Circle 9-3 The Tartarean Bureaucracy Attachment: 1991-JaYa-77866133.coc (66.6 PB) Using a Cocytus compiler designed by Tx. Omicron, the main clausal structure of the file provided was translated as the following: SIGNING PARTIES: Tartarean Bureaucracy (hereafter known as 'TB') Dr. Jawed Yakhchal, DDS (hereafter known as 'JY') TB agrees therein to assume the following responsibilities: Prevent any individuals with knowledge of the thaumaturgic nature of ice from preventing the independent discovery of said nature Prevent any agents working on behalf of individuals with knowledge of the thaumaturgic nature of ice from preventing the independent discovery of said nature Upon request for information regarding this document, cooperate fully Upon request for information regarding this document, provide the specific data designated for this eventuality JY agrees therein to assume the following responsibilities: Provide TB with 16.58 ruach of soul for the purpose of manufacturing pact ink and covering general operating costs Tx. Omicron's compiler is currently being modified to provide further detail. Addendum 6012-4: Retrieval On 2015-08-05, a retrieval team was dispatched to the address provided by the Ptolomaean Correspondence Official. Dr. Yakhchal was sitting on the porch of the property upon approach. The remains of an Otzi-1991 camera7 and its tripod were found in the bushes at the base of the structure. Dr. Yakhchal was transferred to Site-80, where iatromancers8 are currently attempting to reform his soul using what traces of it remain. The contents of the camera's memory are being transferred to a less volatile format. Addendum 6012-5: Video Log The following is the full transcript of the video recovered from the Otzi-1991 camera recovered along with Dr. Yakhchal. Observational Log Transcript [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Approximately 38 seconds of static. The image resolves to show Dr. Yakhchal, a broad, dark-skinned older man with a short moustache and black-rimmed glasses. A pair of small Tartarean entities9 stand on his shoulders. Their fingers glow a dull red as they methodically pull glowing strands of soul from Dr. Yakhchal's ears, coiling them around their waists. Dr. Yakhchal: I would like to apologize in advance if my…my train of thought goes a bit awry. What remains of my soul is flapping against the inside of my skull. It makes thinking…it makes thinking more taxing than usual. Dr. Yakhchal: This is…this is a confession, of sorts. An articulation of motive. As I doubt I am in any state to…to present my case to you, this will have to suffice. A few moments of silence. Dr. Yakhchal looks past the camera. Dr. Yakhchal: I came here out of an unshakable sense of nostalgia, I'm afraid. My first…first real job was here, on the Kennebec. 1829, when I had my own name, and a less persisting form. You can thank my degree and current position for the latter. Dr. Yakhchal: We would cut up the ice and float it down to storage. And from there on it would go, fighting back heat across the country. We'd feel good about that. About…about keeping the world in comfort. Dr. Yakhchal: And then there was the flood. And the fire. And the war. And then the refrigerator, and we were…unnecessary. Another moment of silence. Dr. Yakhchal: I should also apologize, I think, for forcing you to track me down through the Tartarean Bureaucracy. There were probably other methods of achieving this result. I chose this one out of pity. As he speaks, he absent-mindedly raises a hand to his left shoulder and taps the daemon standing there on the back. It hisses and attempts to bite his finger. Dr. Yakhchal: In the decade before they rebranded as the Bureaucracy, Hell signed a total of 78 soul contracts. They saw their own impending obsolescence and fled into a…a self-made labyrinth of paperwork and meetings and endless phone tag. In the absence of actual souls, they pulp every scrap of torment from every interaction they have like a man dying of thirst wrings the sweat from his own underpants. Dr. Yakhchal: I've lost the thread again, I'm afraid. Dr. Yakhchal: Necessary. Hell is…is torturing itself, freezing itself in place to ignore that it is no longer necessary. Dr. Yakhchal: Someday, the Foundation will do this as well. Dr. Yakhchal: On the day we signed our accord with the Princes of Hell that had ceded their swords for legal pads, I felt…I felt as though we were meeting the specters of our future. Desperate creatures in doomed roles. Dr. Yakhchal: I saw the Council as chancellors of a frozen people. Containers of every…every deviation from the status quo. After all, we cannot become obsolete if time does not move. Dr. Yakhchal: But it must flow. Dr. Yakhchal pauses for a minute. The Kennebec River can be heard faintly in the background over the soft silken hiss of the soul being extracted from his skull. Dr. Yakhchal: I do not want you to think that I have championed ice out of some…some misplaced yearning for my youth. Ee was a scientist at heart, well before she was a thaumaturgist. Her Laws of Thaumic Conductivity fit snugly within modern physics. Dr. Yakhchal: They will be discovered independently, and the status quo will shift just a bit. How many artifacts do we hold that will be explained by the new science? How many containment cells will be emptied? Dr. Yakhchal: And then… Dr. Yakhchal's mouth opens and closes silently for a moment. The threads gathered by the daemons on his shoulders have gotten thinner. Dr. Yakhchal: I…I understand how you must be feeling. There is little more terrifying to us than a natural ending. Dr. Yakhchal: It is human nature. We are selfish. We are vain. We must be important to someone. Dr. Yakhchal: But this…this opening I'm creating for mankind, to let them come out from behind the Veil into the light, it will create a better world. Dr. Yakhchal: You will leave your offices abandoned as magic wreathes our cities. They will protect themselves from the things we would contain. The two daemons hop down from Dr. Yakhchal's shoulders and walk out of frame. Strands of soul can still be seen extending from his ears, drifting gently in the breeze. Dr. Yakhchal: I only…I regret…I only wish I could be there. To see it. He smiles, and his eyes drift shut. Several weeks pass. Besides the change in light and the movement of small animals, nothing happens. Dr. Yakhchal remains motionless. After three weeks, a snowstorm produces winds strong enough to knock the camera over. The frame now captures Dr. Yakhchal's chest and face from below, with the lower half of his body obscured. Time passes. Small creatures occasionally take shelter under Dr. Yakhchal. His mouth has fallen open. Notably, scavengers have not yet attempted to consume his exposed flesh. Approximately five months after the beginning of the video, a pair of small white-and-gray birds construct a nest in Dr. Yakhchal's open mouth.10 Silver strands are visible in the structure of the nest, implying that Dr. Yakhchal's remaining soul was used in its construction. Two days later, the female bird has laid an unknown quantity of eggs. The male brings her food often. The eggs hatch after 13 days of incubation. There are six hatchlings. Both parents perch on Dr. Yakhchal's teeth to feed their children. A readout on the recording warns that the camera is low on memory. 16 days after hatching, one of the young birds climbs to the edge of Dr. Yakhchal's mouth. As it hops out of its nest, the camera ceases recording due to lack of available memory. Addendum 6012-5: Relevant Correspondence The following email has been logged due to its relevant content as required by RAISA Statute ID9807-E. To: Director Amaleki ([email protected]) From: Peter Berthelot ([email protected]) Subject: Update on Project PERMAFROST Let me be clear: Project PERMAFROST is fucked. To start, the legal team can't find anything even resembling a loophole in the contract. They're keeping at it, but at their current rate of translation, they'll be done about 10,000 years from now. It doesn't help that we don't exactly have any expert advice on the subject anymore. The medical team is doing a little better, but I can't say that Yakhchal will be able to help us anytime soon. Whatever patchwork soul they've got running the poor guy right now doesn't seem to allow for any sort of sapience. All we're getting out of him is birdsong. All in all, I'd say our biggest issue right now is morale. Even since before the thaumaturges all quit, it seemed like we were throwing ourselves against a wall that isn't moving. Like we were pinwheeling our legs out on a frozen lake, going nowhere fast. If Omicron's countdown website is to be believed, based on the quantity and quality of data being produced, Tudor Labs will figure it all out within the next two years. The thaumaturgy forums are calling it 'The Next Ice Age'. I can hear the immortal bastard singing from my office. Please let me know if you have any questions. Until the thaw, HR Berthelot Footnotes 1. The study of how matter flows. 2. The only relevant institution with sufficient funding to pose a risk of discovering SCP-6012. 3. In addition to being a connective technomancer, Tx. Omicron is one of 16 known living humans with a passable understanding of Cocytus, the legalistic language of the Tartarean Bureaucracy used both for communication and articulation of contract law. 4. Every word uttered in Cocytus must be fully defined to minimize ambiguity. 5. Tx. Omicron successfully evades. 6. The average adult human contains 18 ruach of soul with a standard deviation of 3 ruach, depending largely on diet and preferred genre of pornography. 7. A long-term-usage recording tool developed by Foundation technomancers for use on extended explorations. It notably combined thaumaturgic circuitry with a small astatine-based power supply to extend both energy supply and memory by several months. Its production was discontinued after two years, as its unconventional components interacted to produce a high probability of interdimensional 'squelching' when worn by a living creature. 8. Thaumaturges that combine conventional medical procedures with magic-based remedies. 9. Later identified as Lamian Resource Management Daemons. 10. The birds have been positively identified as black-capped chickadees, which usually nest in tree cavities. This deviation from natural behavior has been reported to the Center for Anomalous Ornithology. 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SCP-6012 | uncontained | a real "cool" dude That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. Item #: SCP-6012 Special Containment Procedures: As no other containment is currently possible, all possible research should be focused on the circumvention of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133. All personnel with experience covering loopholes in Tartarean contract law are highly encouraged to contact Head Researcher Berthelot. The body of Jawed Yakhchal is kept in standard humanoid containment at Site-80. Medical intervention is ongoing. Description: SCP-6012 is the slipperiness of all known forms of ice. In accordance with Ee's Laws of Thaumic Conductivity, any magic present in water is caught in the crystalline structure caused by freezing and radiated outwards. Upon being emitted from the ice, the thaumic energy ablates the surface of the frozen solid, turning its topmost layer into a thin and slippery layer of free-floating molecules. Discovery of SCP-6012's effects without prior experience in thaumatology would require in-depth knowledge of fluid dynamics, particle physics, and rheology.1 With that in mind, efforts to observe and, if necessary, prevent scientific inquiry into the subject have rarely been necessary. It is, however, notable that every attempt to slow or mislead experimentation and research on the topic of ice's friction coefficient has failed. An investigation as to why is ongoing. Addendum 6012-1: Failed Containment Attempts The following list consists of consolidated summaries of all containment attempts regarding the research performed at Frederic Tudor Rheological Laboratories2 in Wyeth, Massachusetts. Date Objective Result 2013-09-09 Remote alteration of stored data System did not respond to remote input. 2013-09-12 On-site alteration of stored data Computer terminal did not respond to input. Agent was unable to properly reboot its software before extraction. 2013-09-24 On-site alteration of stored data by skilled computer technician Agent was able to access the requested dataset. However, the terminal produced a loud tone, attracting civilian attention. Agent was extracted prematurely. Data was confirmed to remain intact. 2013-10-02 Automated monitoring of all email correspondence Automated monitor failed to respond and required several system reboots, deleting all recorded information in the process. At this point, computer-focused containment methods were halted due to continued failure. Technomantic analysis is pending. 2013-12-19 Sabotage of machinery A compromised temperature control unit was successfully delivered to the site. It has yet to affect the laboratory's results in any detrimental fashion. 2014-02-25 Contamination of water supply Shipment of laboratory-grade distilled water was replaced with commercial mineral water. Shipment was then halted due to weather. 2014-07-29 Infiltration Agent was presented to the facility as a research candidate based on mostly accurate credentials. During the initial entrance interview, however, said agent did not advance to full employment due to unforeseen anxiety in response to several rudimentary questions. 2014-10-25 Economic manipulation A Foundation shell company contacted the laboratory under the guise of a non-profit organization to inquire about philanthropic donation. Within one business day, the company's assets were frozen. 2015-01-17 Assassination of key researcher Due to Dr. George Penmynydd's history of renal cancer, personnel management experts decided that an ethylene-glycol-based solution would be the optimal method of removal. The agent responsible for dosing Dr. Penmynydd slipped and fell outside the doctor's home, requiring immediate extraction. 2015-01-17 Indiscriminate aerial bombing of the laboratory and surrounding region Containment attempt was aborted within minutes of its initiation. Head Researcher Wurtz has been relieved of duty pending psychiatric evaluation. Addendum 6012-2: Results of Technomantic Analysis Raspise Omicron, a connective technomancer on Foundation payroll, was able to identify a background process on the laboratory's servers specifically designed to subvert Foundation containment efforts. The process displayed distinct code signatures usually associated with the Tartarean Bureaucracy. In addition, Tx. Omicron was able to trace the process' insertion code to the IP address of Jules Jerristrait, a local paralegal. Mr. Jerristrait was brought in for questioning. Interview Log Interviewed: Jules Jerristrait Interviewer: Head Researcher Peter Berthelot, with Tx. Omicron3 assisting Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please. HR Berthelot: That's not necessary. We just have a few questions for you. Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please. HR Berthelot: I'm sorry, Mr. Jerristrait, I think you misunderstand— Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please. HR Berthelot: Would a lawyer be able to explain why we traced malware found on the Tudor Rheological Laboratories server to your IP address? A moment of silence. Mr. Jerristrait's expression does not change. Mr. Jerristrait: I would like a lawyer, please. Tx. Omicron: Mind if I cut in? HR Berthelot: Be my guest. TX. Omicron proceeds to speak in Tartarean Cocytus for ten minutes. Mr. Jerristrait does not react. HR Berthelot: What was that? Tx. Omicron: I said "We know what you are".4 HR Berthelot begins to respond, but is interrupted by Mr. Jerristrait, who speaks in Cocytus for five minutes without pausing for breath. HR Berthelot: …and what was that? Tx. Omicron: Well, the first part was definitely a request for the presence of something. And the last part referred to an arbiter, I think, or some sort of mediation consultant. HR Berthelot: So he asked for a lawyer. Tx. Omicron: More…summoned one, I think. HR Berthelot: Hey, are you okay? Both interviewers turn back to Mr. Jerristrait, whose left eyeball is swelling drastically. It pops, spraying HR Berthelot5 with vitreous humor. As Mr. Jerristrait's head falls silently to the interview table, a banded red worm pushes its head out of his ruptured eyeball and coils around his neck. It faces the interviewers. Worm: Hello there. I am 8th-Circle Malbolgian Legal Counselor M211-Q2G7K9S2F4M9M0. I have been summoned to act as advocatus diaboli for Mephistophelistic Contract Maintenance Agent M214-1N8B8C9D1X2A0Q. HR Berthelot does not respond, as he is busy trying to clear vitreous humor from his eyes. Tx. Omicron starts to speak in Cocytus, but the worm interrupts with a wave of its head. Worm: Please, let's restrict this to Terran tongues for now. I'm sure you will agree that Cocytus does not lend itself well to succinct discussion. HR Berthelot: Thank god. Worm: May I ask what the trouble is here? My client was performing its duties well within the limitations defined in the Tartarus-Foundation Agreement of 1983. It has prioritized both secrecy and human life while fulfilling his assigned contract. HR Berthelot: Your client was interfering directly with containment efforts. Worm: As outlined in Clause 83 Sub-Clause 28B Paragraph 937 of said agreement, such interference is allowed for contracts rated between 7 and 'Essential' by three separate Anuban Contract Analysis Agents. HR Berthelot: Is it worth asking what ratings this contract got? Worm: 11, 'Notable', and 'Epsilon' are its three current designations, well within the range allowing for interference. HR Berthelot: What? Those are completely— Tx. Omicron: Okay, I would like to make a formal request for information regarding annulment procedures. Worm: For a contract of this status? I'm afraid the documentation of information request alone would take decades to travel through the proper channels. You would be much better off reaching out to the original party. They would have considerably more sway. HR Berthelot: Oh, great! Who's the original party? Worm: Oh, I have no clue. HR Berthelot sits back with an audible sigh. Worm: But the Ptolomaean Correspondence Official assigned to the contract will know. I am in contact with it now. It should reach out to you forthwith. HR Berthelot: Okay, cool. Thank you. The worm nods and withdraws back into Mr. Jerristrait's head. Following established Tartarean protocols, the remains of Mr. Jerristrait were incinerated. Addendum 6012-3: Correspondence HR Berthelot received the following email at 7:06 AM the morning after Mr. Jerristrait was interviewed. To: Peter Berthelot ([email protected]) From: Ptolomaean Correspondence ([email protected]) Subject: Requested Information Re: Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 To Whom It May Concern, We have enclosed an abridged reproduction of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 between the Tartarean Bureaucracy (as represented by Faustian Contract Initiation Officer M221-44Y1H686REEKWJ1) and Dr. Jawed Yakhchal, DDS. For the purpose of your records, it is worth noting that Dr. Yakhchal served on your O5 Council for an unknown period of time preceding the establishment of his contract. In addition, a sub-sub-clause of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 requires that I provide the following address in response to any Foundation-based queries for information: 1806 Favorite Lane Iceboro, Richmond, ME 04357 In the likely case that Dr. Yakhchal is found at this address, it would be prudent to mention that the pact ink used in the composition of Contract 1991-JaYa-77866133 was manufactured using approximately 16 ruach of soul6 acquired from Dr. Yakhchal. If he is still alive, his capability for conscious thought will be greatly diminished. We wish you the best of luck in your further inquiries into the matter. Your ally, Ptolomaean Correspondence Official M246-0J0091SQ288UT6 Circle 9-3 The Tartarean Bureaucracy Attachment: 1991-JaYa-77866133.coc (66.6 PB) Using a Cocytus compiler designed by Tx. Omicron, the main clausal structure of the file provided was translated as the following: SIGNING PARTIES: Tartarean Bureaucracy (hereafter known as 'TB') Dr. Jawed Yakhchal, DDS (hereafter known as 'JY') TB agrees therein to assume the following responsibilities: Prevent any individuals with knowledge of the thaumaturgic nature of ice from preventing the independent discovery of said nature Prevent any agents working on behalf of individuals with knowledge of the thaumaturgic nature of ice from preventing the independent discovery of said nature Upon request for information regarding this document, cooperate fully Upon request for information regarding this document, provide the specific data designated for this eventuality JY agrees therein to assume the following responsibilities: Provide TB with 16.58 ruach of soul for the purpose of manufacturing pact ink and covering general operating costs Tx. Omicron's compiler is currently being modified to provide further detail. Addendum 6012-4: Retrieval On 2015-08-05, a retrieval team was dispatched to the address provided by the Ptolomaean Correspondence Official. Dr. Yakhchal was sitting on the porch of the property upon approach. The remains of an Otzi-1991 camera7 and its tripod were found in the bushes at the base of the structure. Dr. Yakhchal was transferred to Site-80, where iatromancers8 are currently attempting to reform his soul using what traces of it remain. The contents of the camera's memory are being transferred to a less volatile format. Addendum 6012-5: Video Log The following is the full transcript of the video recovered from the Otzi-1991 camera recovered along with Dr. Yakhchal. Observational Log Transcript [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Approximately 38 seconds of static. The image resolves to show Dr. Yakhchal, a broad, dark-skinned older man with a short moustache and black-rimmed glasses. A pair of small Tartarean entities9 stand on his shoulders. Their fingers glow a dull red as they methodically pull glowing strands of soul from Dr. Yakhchal's ears, coiling them around their waists. Dr. Yakhchal: I would like to apologize in advance if my…my train of thought goes a bit awry. What remains of my soul is flapping against the inside of my skull. It makes thinking…it makes thinking more taxing than usual. Dr. Yakhchal: This is…this is a confession, of sorts. An articulation of motive. As I doubt I am in any state to…to present my case to you, this will have to suffice. A few moments of silence. Dr. Yakhchal looks past the camera. Dr. Yakhchal: I came here out of an unshakable sense of nostalgia, I'm afraid. My first…first real job was here, on the Kennebec. 1829, when I had my own name, and a less persisting form. You can thank my degree and current position for the latter. Dr. Yakhchal: We would cut up the ice and float it down to storage. And from there on it would go, fighting back heat across the country. We'd feel good about that. About…about keeping the world in comfort. Dr. Yakhchal: And then there was the flood. And the fire. And the war. And then the refrigerator, and we were…unnecessary. Another moment of silence. Dr. Yakhchal: I should also apologize, I think, for forcing you to track me down through the Tartarean Bureaucracy. There were probably other methods of achieving this result. I chose this one out of pity. As he speaks, he absent-mindedly raises a hand to his left shoulder and taps the daemon standing there on the back. It hisses and attempts to bite his finger. Dr. Yakhchal: In the decade before they rebranded as the Bureaucracy, Hell signed a total of 78 soul contracts. They saw their own impending obsolescence and fled into a…a self-made labyrinth of paperwork and meetings and endless phone tag. In the absence of actual souls, they pulp every scrap of torment from every interaction they have like a man dying of thirst wrings the sweat from his own underpants. Dr. Yakhchal: I've lost the thread again, I'm afraid. Dr. Yakhchal: Necessary. Hell is…is torturing itself, freezing itself in place to ignore that it is no longer necessary. Dr. Yakhchal: Someday, the Foundation will do this as well. Dr. Yakhchal: On the day we signed our accord with the Princes of Hell that had ceded their swords for legal pads, I felt…I felt as though we were meeting the specters of our future. Desperate creatures in doomed roles. Dr. Yakhchal: I saw the Council as chancellors of a frozen people. Containers of every…every deviation from the status quo. After all, we cannot become obsolete if time does not move. Dr. Yakhchal: But it must flow. Dr. Yakhchal pauses for a minute. The Kennebec River can be heard faintly in the background over the soft silken hiss of the soul being extracted from his skull. Dr. Yakhchal: I do not want you to think that I have championed ice out of some…some misplaced yearning for my youth. Ee was a scientist at heart, well before she was a thaumaturgist. Her Laws of Thaumic Conductivity fit snugly within modern physics. Dr. Yakhchal: They will be discovered independently, and the status quo will shift just a bit. How many artifacts do we hold that will be explained by the new science? How many containment cells will be emptied? Dr. Yakhchal: And then… Dr. Yakhchal's mouth opens and closes silently for a moment. The threads gathered by the daemons on his shoulders have gotten thinner. Dr. Yakhchal: I…I understand how you must be feeling. There is little more terrifying to us than a natural ending. Dr. Yakhchal: It is human nature. We are selfish. We are vain. We must be important to someone. Dr. Yakhchal: But this…this opening I'm creating for mankind, to let them come out from behind the Veil into the light, it will create a better world. Dr. Yakhchal: You will leave your offices abandoned as magic wreathes our cities. They will protect themselves from the things we would contain. The two daemons hop down from Dr. Yakhchal's shoulders and walk out of frame. Strands of soul can still be seen extending from his ears, drifting gently in the breeze. Dr. Yakhchal: I only…I regret…I only wish I could be there. To see it. He smiles, and his eyes drift shut. Several weeks pass. Besides the change in light and the movement of small animals, nothing happens. Dr. Yakhchal remains motionless. After three weeks, a snowstorm produces winds strong enough to knock the camera over. The frame now captures Dr. Yakhchal's chest and face from below, with the lower half of his body obscured. Time passes. Small creatures occasionally take shelter under Dr. Yakhchal. His mouth has fallen open. Notably, scavengers have not yet attempted to consume his exposed flesh. Approximately five months after the beginning of the video, a pair of small white-and-gray birds construct a nest in Dr. Yakhchal's open mouth.10 Silver strands are visible in the structure of the nest, implying that Dr. Yakhchal's remaining soul was used in its construction. Two days later, the female bird has laid an unknown quantity of eggs. The male brings her food often. The eggs hatch after 13 days of incubation. There are six hatchlings. Both parents perch on Dr. Yakhchal's teeth to feed their children. A readout on the recording warns that the camera is low on memory. 16 days after hatching, one of the young birds climbs to the edge of Dr. Yakhchal's mouth. As it hops out of its nest, the camera ceases recording due to lack of available memory. Addendum 6012-5: Relevant Correspondence The following email has been logged due to its relevant content as required by RAISA Statute ID9807-E. To: Director Amaleki ([email protected]) From: Peter Berthelot ([email protected]) Subject: Update on Project PERMAFROST Let me be clear: Project PERMAFROST is fucked. To start, the legal team can't find anything even resembling a loophole in the contract. They're keeping at it, but at their current rate of translation, they'll be done about 10,000 years from now. It doesn't help that we don't exactly have any expert advice on the subject anymore. The medical team is doing a little better, but I can't say that Yakhchal will be able to help us anytime soon. Whatever patchwork soul they've got running the poor guy right now doesn't seem to allow for any sort of sapience. All we're getting out of him is birdsong. All in all, I'd say our biggest issue right now is morale. Even since before the thaumaturges all quit, it seemed like we were throwing ourselves against a wall that isn't moving. Like we were pinwheeling our legs out on a frozen lake, going nowhere fast. If Omicron's countdown website is to be believed, based on the quantity and quality of data being produced, Tudor Labs will figure it all out within the next two years. The thaumaturgy forums are calling it 'The Next Ice Age'. I can hear the immortal bastard singing from my office. Please let me know if you have any questions. Until the thaw, HR Berthelot Footnotes 1. The study of how matter flows. 2. The only relevant institution with sufficient funding to pose a risk of discovering SCP-6012. 3. In addition to being a connective technomancer, Tx. Omicron is one of 16 known living humans with a passable understanding of Cocytus, the legalistic language of the Tartarean Bureaucracy used both for communication and articulation of contract law. 4. Every word uttered in Cocytus must be fully defined to minimize ambiguity. 5. Tx. Omicron successfully evades. 6. The average adult human contains 18 ruach of soul with a standard deviation of 3 ruach, depending largely on diet and preferred genre of pornography. 7. A long-term-usage recording tool developed by Foundation technomancers for use on extended explorations. It notably combined thaumaturgic circuitry with a small astatine-based power supply to extend both energy supply and memory by several months. Its production was discontinued after two years, as its unconventional components interacted to produce a high probability of interdimensional 'squelching' when worn by a living creature. 8. Thaumaturges that combine conventional medical procedures with magic-based remedies. 9. Later identified as Lamian Resource Management Daemons. 10. The birds have been positively identified as black-capped chickadees, which usually nest in tree cavities. This deviation from natural behavior has been reported to the Center for Anomalous Ornithology. 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SCP-6013 | keter | SCP-6013: The Leviathan of the Aegean Written by Rhys Tanner, an ancient evil entombed below the waves The "Tricuspid" image of SCP-6013 was a commission made by Valdevia. You can support his work here and here. The sketch of SCP-6013-B1 and B2 was a commission made by Dem0onn. You can support her work here. There's magic in the water that attracts all men Across hills and down streams The turning of the tide Outlook, future bright Selfish beauty shines Light cloud rain drive on Thirteen years to this day red planet aligned Into sight sixty thousand years of light Fascination with a mountain put to sea Built to slay and conquer All with teeth of beasts ―Brent Hinds, Bill Kelliher, Brann Dailor and Troy Sanders, Leviathan This article makes extensive use of interactive HTML elements and movement between multiple tabs. Phones or tablets may have a hard time loading these components of the page. Therefore, reading on a desktop or laptop computer is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. Content Warnings: This story contains depictions of violence, blood, gore, body horror and mention of self-harm and suicide. In-depth content warnings are provided below to use at your discretion. Blood, Gore: Characters bleed in RP: Translation Logs 6 and 7 after being shot. The character Hannah Langford vomits up organs and viscera (RP: Translation Log 6), separates her torso to eject a harpoon from her body (Incident 201 Log) and restructures her right arm into an assembly of bones, muscle fibers and tentacles (RP: Translation Log 8). Body Horror: Body horror related to disease, blood/gore, organs and mutated animal life is featured throughout. Multiple character's bodies are radically changed against their will; two characters are compelled by SCP-6013 to say and do things without their consent, causing them great distress. In RP: Translation Log 8, the character Hannah Langford demands that SCP-6013 "get out" of her. Violence: Characters are attacked by SCP-6013's internal defense system in RP: Translation Logs 1, 7 and 8. Characters are subjected to gunfire in Translation Logs 6, 7 and 8. Multiple boats are sunk in the Incident 201 Log, killing their crews (these deaths are not described in detail). In RP: Translation Log 8, the character Joanne Greer's left arm is cut off at the shoulder. Self-Harm/Suicide: SCP-6013 can influence people to make them harm themselves or others; this effect is discussed in passing in the Special Containment Procedures. In RP: Translation Log 7, the character Ezra Hadina is influenced by SCP-6013 and ritualistically kills themselves by slitting their throat with a dagger. Multiple characters in the Site-82 Casualty Report kill themselves by various means (these deaths are not described in detail). In the epilogue entry Quarantine Log, the character Hannah Langford makes a joke about a past suicide attempt but shows no other signs of suicidality in the article. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Rhys Tanner WARNING: THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS LEVEL 6013.RP CLASSIFIED. ANY PERSONNEL WHO ATTEMPT TO ACCESS SCP-6013 OR ANY OTHER ROSETTA PROTOCOL DOCUMENTATION WITHOUT PROPER CLEARANCES WILL BE SUBJECT TO DISCIPLINARY ACTION, UP TO AND INCLUDING EXCOMMUNICATION IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE ANATHEMA CONTINGENCY. To proceed, authenticate one or more of the following security clearances: Level IV Personnel Clearance or Sitra Achra Personnel Clearance Rosetta Protocol Personnel Clearance + Input Credentials? - Acknowledged. Credentials Approved. Welcome back, ID *****-3505. Site-82 Correspondence: For Your Eyes Only A History of SCP-6013 Project Deep Silence Internal Memo, 1981 SCP-6013 Procedure ACCESS PERMITTED Hello. My name is Joanne Greer. I am the head researcher of Site-82 and co-founder of the Rosetta Protocol. It is with a heavy heart that I request your presence here to assist in the containment of SCP-6013. My reputation precedes me. I can take an educated guess about the things you might have heard. My work isn't glamorous, it's true, but I won't tolerate gossip. I've taken the liberty of writing this supplement to dissuade the rumors that will inevitably spring up as you make preparations to join us. Yes, we communicate directly with SCP-6013. No, we are not feeding it. No, we are not weaponizing it. No, we are not excavating it. No, we do not have control of it. Not truly, anyway. These are stories, of course. False ones. Know that the truth is far worse. Site-82 is a congregation of some of the Foundation's greatest minds. Your work will take you across the Kara Sea, as well as to the bottom of it, and possibly into 6013 itself. When you land onsite you will look left and right and see a dozen other scientists: linguists, chemists, geologists, biologists, psychologists, botanists, all necessary in their own ways. Collectively, you and them will create a cipher, and with that cipher we will persuade a weapon not to kill. If we do not succeed, we face the possibility of complete ecological collapse. I'm sorry that this has fallen on your shoulders, but we are running out of manpower and time. This is preferable to our other alternatives. SCP-6013 has given us a profound burden. This burden, physical, psychological, and emotional, will be great, and it must be borne by many, many people. Dozens have already come and gone from SCP-6013. You are far from the first person to join us here. Hopefully, you will be the last. You could call what we do many things. I prefer diplomacy, but some call it capitulation. "Sleeping with the enemy," even. I don't care what you call it. If it helps you sleep at night, call it treason. I've considered the possibility. I'm not exaggerating when I say that your work will be instrumental in preventing global catastrophe. God willing, our time together will be short. I hope for your sake that we do not interact enough to develop attachments. Site Director Kamski will give you a whole routine about this, I'm sure. He'll be kind and jovial in a way completely unbecoming of our assignment. Then, when you don't play along, he'll throw titles and jargon at you in a petty display of authority. He'll tell you that I'm cruel, that I'm bitter and distant. And, to his credit, at least one of those is true. But know this: I promise, with all my heart, that I will keep you safe. Be seeing you soon. Then, hopefully, never again. Regards, —Joanne I won't clutter this correspondence with pleasantries. Unlike Director Kamski, I have respect for your time. The Foundation became aware of SCP-6013 in 2018 following an intelligence leak from within the Russian Federation. Person of Interest Nadia Sokolov intercepted an acting field agent within the Russian oblast.An administrative division of the Russian Federation, comparable to a state in size and function. of Arkhangelsk, claiming that members of her family were involved with a GRU Division "P" operation called Project Deep Silence. The project describes a "Benthic Initial Contact Scenario" with a macroorganism in the Kara Sea codenamed Alkonost. The Foundation would later designate this organism SCP-6013 during its own initial contact measures. These Division documents and timelines of operation match those recorded by Foundation espionage within the Soviet Union at the time. Attempts were made to schedule an in-person interview the next day. Ms. Sokolov refused to cooperate with field agents in any capacity; after several days without correspondence, she was found hanged in her home in Severodvinsk. The Foundation established a survey fleet in the Kara Sea over the following weeks, leading to the creation of Site-82 and the discovery of SCP-6013. In the interest of better preparing you for your work with the Rosetta Protocol, I have translated and declassified part of Project Deep Silence. This order is CLASSIFIED by the authority of the 9th Section Head of the General Intelligence Directorate 25.11.1981 Comrades, The General Intelligence Directorate greets you in high spirits. The fruits of our labor, hard-won as they are, are all the sweeter for our efforts. Today, we set in motion a magnificent thing. In March of 1977, the Division submarine K-160 Gramsci discovered a flourishing reef ecosystem during seafloor surveys of the Kara Sea basin. The wreckage of the previous survey vessel K-099 Kropotkin was also discovered there in an advanced state of decay, despite having only vanished four months ago. A low-frequency sound in excess of 200 dB was detected at the center of the reef, repeating at a set interval. When the Gramsci approached for a more comprehensive survey, it was bombarded with a combination of sound and light signals of great complexity. Even the depths of the ocean are not safe from the abnormal, it seems. This reef is bountiful with life the likes of which are previously unseen upon this Earth. When the time comes, perhaps the world may share in its treasures. For now, the Division keeps its secrets. We call this marvel of nature by one name: Alkonost. For years, nearby listening posts have catalogued the lights and sounds transmitted by the Alkonost. Theories have abounded; they could be a weapon, a beacon, a warning … speech. Now, after much deliberation, the Division has decided to reply with transmissions of its own. In accordance with the Shadow Upon the West Directive, GRU Division "P" Branch 131 is hereby APPROVED to move forward with Alkonost initial contact efforts. The following crew will depart for the Kara Sea basin in the K-000 Rusalka to attempt communication with the Alkonost Object: Project Overseer: ████████ █████████████.This text was redacted by the staff of Project Deep Silence. All of our attempts to recover the original text have been unsuccessful. —Joanne Captain: Anatoly Sokolov Research Staff: Ilya Petrovitch, Petr Stravinsky, Ivan Nedev Personal Protective Seafloor Traversal Apparatus Testbed: Nikali Vlasova Be swift and be studious. Diplomacy is an option, but failure will not be. The Union's enemies are numerous and their schemes even more numerous. They may seek to take what is ours. Do not let that come to pass. No matter what awaits us, we will persevere, and through diligence and commitment secure the providence of our Union. —████████ █████████████ The Foundation investigated the seafloor around SCP-6013 for traces of the Kropotkin and the Rusalka. We found nothing. SCP-6013, however, was happy to speak with us. Its transmissions were not an effort to communicate in the traditional sense. They were prayers. And threats. We know now that SCP-6013 is not only intelligent, but malevolent. It is a living, breathing, Sarkic weapon that communicates in a language called Soonsaran. During your time at Site-82, you will learn to understand Soonsaran and aid in the collective effort of interpreting what SCP-6013 has to say. In effect, you and your colleagues will be interrogators. SCP-6013 gains more agency and strength by the day. Our containment measures are stopgaps and last-resorts. If we fail to engineer a countermeasure to SCP-6013's anomalous abilities, it will inevitably wrestle control away from us and do what it was built to do: terraform. The world's oceans will become inhospitable to any life you recognize. We must interpret, outsmart and disable it before that becomes a possibility. Through great sacrifice, the Foundation has made SCP-6013 an open book. Now, we must learn how to read it. SCP-6013 is a devoutly faithful animal. It has a penchant for metaphor and explaining the material as though it were abstract. Therefore, our interpretations are similarly abstract. Sentences in Soonsaran are broad, sweeping things whose exact meanings are less important than their attitudes and statements of intent. Our understanding of the language is still deeply imperfect. With time, and your help, we will change that. Site-82 maintains a comprehensive guide on translating Soonsaran written by Site Director Isaiah Kamski. With my guidance, he has assembled our translation efforts into an invaluable academic resource. As much as it pains me to admit it, he has some important things to say, and understanding Soonsaran will essentially be impossible without him. I suspect that some of you have already heard about Soonsaran. There are … individuals with greater influence (and poorer self-control) than me who make a spectacle out of work like ours. I harshly condemn these kinds of breaches, of course, and would encourage you to do your part in keeping this project as close to your chest as it is to mine. That being said, the studious among you can find a copy of the Soonsaran field guide attached to this correspondence, if you really are so eager. I want to be clear that Site-82 will walk you through the basics when you arrive. You will have many opportunities to review site literature prior to initial contact. So if you would rather wait, go ahead and cherish the time you have without Director Kamski in your life. I know I would if I had the chance. I won't belabor this any longer. I've already taken enough of your time. I've prepared you as best I can. It won't be enough, I think; SCP-6013 has to be seen and heard to grasp the full scope of it. I'm sorry that I couldn't make this easier for you. This is difficult work, not for the faint-hearted. And if we succeed, it will inevitably be at a great personal cost. I hold you in high esteem, for what it's worth. Thank you. Welcome to the Rosetta Protocol. Proceed to SCP-6013 >> Proceed to SCP-6013 (I am familiar with Site-82 Procedure) >> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6013" by Rhys Tanner, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6013. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file is pending deletion after having appeared on Overwatch Command's archival servers lacking a determined origin, removing all security requirements for access, and having resisted all attempts at modification or removal to date. Personnel possessing below Level 5 Clearance are discouraged from accessing this document until further notice. . . . . . . . . . Displaying File… . . . . . . . 1/6014 LEVEL 1/6014 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6014 Keter Site-300 prior to reactivation. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation secrecy protocols have been temporarily suspended, and an ẞK-Class "Lifted Veil" Scenario is in effect until such time as SCP-6014 can be sufficiently contained or neutralized; moreover, SCP-6014 poses the threat of a GK-Class "Hostile Greenhouse" scenario if left to propagate uninterrupted. The use of certain SCP items for the purpose of civilian evacuation and potential containment of SCP-6014, as well as joint operations with relevant third parties such as the Global Occult Coalition have been approved by relevant Foundation authorities. Evacuated civilians are to be relocated to temporary housing camps throughout Europe and western Africa. If SCP-6014 should render these areas unsafe, civilians are to be relocated to the Americas, then to the next point furthest from SCP-6014's influence. Evacuation priority is to be allotted closer to SCP-6014 and civilians in those areas that are unaffected by SCP-6014-A. Civilian volunteers meeting basic criteria may assist with evacuation efforts while under appropriate supervision. The aforementioned use of anomalous transportation methods is recommended for such long-distance evacuation. Foundation personnel are to not enter SCP-6014 under any circumstances. Personnel or civilians that do so are to be considered lost. Attempts to locate or establish contact with the Overseer Council are underway until such time as any of its members can be accounted for. These operations have been granted alpha-level priority, and pertinent agents are permitted to utilize any means at their disposal to these ends. Description: SCP-6014 denotes an area of altered reality that is presently expanding outward from its point of origin in Hefei, China. At the time of this documentation, SCP-6014 is roughly circular in shape and currently possesses a diameter of approximately 4,000 kilometers. As such, at present it encompasses a significant portion of the Eastern Asian continent1. The vertical range of the anomaly remains undefined but has been observed to extend at least 300 meters into the air above SCP-6014. The interior of SCP-6014 is subject to gradual reality restructuring that uniformly results in the transformation of anthropogenic elements within SCP-6014 into various natural features. This change typically transforms affected environments over the course of several minutes. Humans within SCP-6014 are also subject to this restructuring, albeit at a slightly diminished rate. Altered humans are typically transmuted into various species of trees or flowering plants, and will retain their pre-transformation size. This process is irreversible, cannot be interrupted, and will continue to progress even if a subject has left the boundaries of SCP-6014. Members of non-human animal species are unaffected. SCP-6014 is associated with a potent infohazard, designated SCP-6014-A, that causes human subjects aware of the former's existence to become docile and passive towards it. This results in a lack of desire by said individuals to contain or combat the phenomenon or to evacuate from areas into which SCP-6014 is progressing. Presently, roughly 97% of the global population has proven vulnerable to this effect, the remaining percentage appearing to possess some type of latent resistance to it. Despite the high rate of susceptibility, only about 25% of Foundation personnel have proven vulnerable to SCP-6014-A2. Presently, SCP-6014's expansion shows no signs of stopping. While fluctuations in the area's rate of expansion up to 75 km/hr have been noted, the typical speed of SCP-6014's growth averages around 50 km/hr. If a means of containing the anomaly cannot be developed, SCP-6014 is projected to envelope all of the Earth's habitable landmasses by April 18, 2023. Addendum 6014.1: Manifestation Surveillance from Hefei three hours after SCP-6014 manifested. Captured by a reconnaissance drone shortly before system failure. SCP-6014 manifested at approximately 3:30 PM local time in Hefei, China on March 20th, 2023. The anomaly remained undocumented for more than an hour before its appearance was detected by PANOPTICON. Surveillance data from the surrounding area transmitted before the disconnect showed a "wave" of spontaneous plant growth consisting primarily of grasses and small flowers, now understood to be the effective border of SCP-6014's influence, expanding outward from downtown Hefei. Civilians in the affected area immediately began to exit buildings they were occupying and proceeded outside before assuming various positions of apparent worship while facing the direction of downtown. A surveillance drone sent in an hour later recorded footage showing sudden heavy overgrowth in the area. Most notable was the presence of various non-endemic species of trees typically unable to survive in the Chinese climate. These items were cross referenced with earlier footage and found to be in the same places civilians had occupied earlier, and were concluded to be altered humans. The following is an approximate timeline of the emergence of SCP-6014. All timestamps are transcribed according to local timekeeping. March 20, 2023 3:30 PM: All electronic devices and PANOPTICON components within 5 kilometers of the city of Hefei spontaneously lose connection. 3:35 PM: PANOPTICON systems detect the outage, begin running diagnostics. 4:45 PM: Similar outages occur in Huainan, Lu'an, and Chaohu. Connection with a Foundation subsite in Lu'an cannot be re-established. 5:00 PM: The SCP-CN Branch is informed of the situation; 28% of informed personnel succumb to SCP-6014-A, including five of the seven branch heads. Warning of the anomaly is dispersed through available Foundation networks, inadvertently exposing more personnel. 5:45 PM: A basic understanding of SCP-6014 is established among Foundation personnel. Mass evacuations of the areas surrounding SCP-6014 begin. A cover story of a radiation leak is disseminated to obscure the anomaly from the public. 6:00 PM: SCP Regional Directors unsuccessfully attempt to contact the Overseer Council. 6:30 PM: SCP-6014 reaches Nanjing, China. 7:00 PM: Discussion of SCP-6014 begins propagating online as webcrawler data containment measures prove insufficient. Global news media begins reporting on the anomaly. 7:30 PM: Memetic inoculants are distributed on all social media platforms, television channels, and other forms of visual media. 9:00 PM: The Ethics Committee and Regional Directors Council issue a Foundation-wide announcement: Members of the SCP Foundation, In light of the emergence of the anomaly designated SCP-6014 in East Asia, the Ethics Committee has declared an active ẞK-Class "Lifted Veil" Scenario. Until further instruction, all available Foundation assets are instructed to temporarily disregard secrecy protocols and assist in the containment of SCP-6014 and evacuation of civilians at risk. Details will be made available to your Site Directors shortly. Stay strong. Addendum 6014.2: SCiP NET File Sync - Personnel Logs 01 Displaying digital journal sync data for user://olivia.ruhl@analyticsdepartment. March 20, 2023 I really hate to say it, but I should have expected something like this to happen sooner or later. The Foundation may be… well, the Foundation, but something was bound to slip through eventually. On this scale though… I'll be impressed at whatever scheme the O5s come up with to cover up this whole mess. Still, the intel we've got coming out of the zone, or the lack thereof, has me nervous. Just like that, half of China reduced to nothing but green. And what happened to the people… Chris says he thinks they went peacefully. For their sakes, I hope he's right. Whatever the case, we'll have a perfect view of the whole thing from our humble little oil rig. Site-07 has all the eyes in the world. Well, except the ones in China. Slogging through all that footage is going to be a huge pain in the ass, though, even with the A.I.'s help. Best hop to it, then. Addendum 6014.3: SCP-6014 Containment Report An Escalon-class reality stabilization array. To date, all means of containing or neutralizing SCP-6014 have failed. Reality stabilization technologies such as reality anchors have proven ineffective, though some more advanced models such as Escalon-Class iterations are capable of significantly slowing SCP-6014's expansion in a very localized area. In theory a high enough concentration of such devices could slow the anomaly's expansion by up to 48.5 km/hr in an affected space. The application of such devices on a scale large enough to contain SCP-6014 at its current size is however unfeasible due to the sheer enormity of the area requiring stabilization. The source of SCP-6014's expansion remains unknown, as does the cause for its manifestation. Research into these matters, as well as how to reverse-engineer them to counter SCP-6014, is underway by the Foundation Department of Ontokinetics. To date, no notable progress has been made. Site-300's Administrative Wing. Due to its distance from SCP-6014 and strategic location, Site-300 has been reinstated as the Foundation's primary base of operations due to its massive personnel capacity and housing capabilities. In the event that SCP-6014 renders the remainder of Eurasia and Africa unsafe, refugees are to be housed in and around the Site. Operations usually assigned to Overwatch Command have been preemptively transferred to Site-300 as well; said operations are being managed by appropriate SCP Regional Directors until members of the O5 Council have been located. Eighteen Escalon-Class anchors are positioned around Site-300 in the event that SCP-6014 should reach its locality. For unknown reasons likely relating to the emergence of SCP-6014, common methods of off-world travel employed by the Foundation such as artificial wormholes or specialized anomalous technology have ceased to function properly. Such technologies continue to function as normal for destinations on Earth, but fail when set to connect to non-terrestrial destinations. Efforts to secure passage off-world through other means such as rockets are pending, though the Foundation and cooperating third parties lack the assets required to produce enough vehicles to ensure full evacuation of Earth within a reasonable timeframe. Given its current speed, SCP-6014 is expected to reach Site-300 by April 17th, 2023. No means of preventing its arrival at the Site have been determined thus far. Addendum 6014.4: SCiP NET File Sync - Personnel Logs 02 Displaying digital journal sync data for user://olivia.ruhl@analyticsdepartment. March 23, 2023 Good news is it seems that SCP-6014 spreads slower through areas lacking human presence, so the Russian north and the Pacific ocean are slowing down its eastward approach significantly. Bad news is the westbound side of things. Everything from Tokyo to Sirjan reduced to open plains and old-growth forest in just three days' time. Apocalypse aside, it sure is beautiful. From the intel I've been getting it sounds like the evacuation situation is less than ideal. Most of these people just don't want to be saved. It's not that they don't care about what's headed their way, it's as if they're looking forward to it. The statistic was something along the lines of 97% of Earth's 8.1 billion people I think? That leaves not even 250 million who actually care about the fact that the world is ending. I was talking with Chris and some others about it in the dining hall. He remarked about the craziness of the mental aspect of it all, that just like that billions of people will submit themselves to… whatever SCP-6014 is… without hesitation. I told him how even with all the things I've seen during my time with the Foundation, compulsion-based anomalies like this always unnerved me the most. The idea of something else's desires being acted out by your own will, or what you think is your own, just spooks me. Multiply that by several billion people and… you get the idea. We just need to find the O5 Council, then we can make this right. Somehow. March 25, 2023 I think I may have found a lead on the Overseers. I was running a tracking algorithm on all of their last known locations, duties, et cetera, and found something odd. All of the Overseers' trails reach a dead end on March 19th, the day before SCP-6014 appeared. There are no records past that. I contacted their assistants, at least those willing to cooperate, and they all told me the same thing. None of them remember anything between March 19th and the afternoon of March 20th. Amnestics seems to be the obvious answer here. Whatever the Overseers are doing, wherever they went, they don't want people knowing what they're up to. But no one can fully disappear that easily, especially no one as important as the O5s. There's bound to be a trail somewhere in the data, I just have to look closely. I may have all the time in the world, but right now that's still not very much. Addendum 6014.5: Environmental Analysis of SCP-6014 Geothermal features manifesting in Sweden shortly after the arrival of SCP-6014. While inherently detrimental to human physiology, SCP-6014 provides a large number of positive ecological alterations to environments it envelopes. By way of its restructuring of anthropogenic features, pollutants and related environmental hazards are almost immediately removed from impacted areas. Orbital photography of Hefei, China six days after SCP-6014's appearance revealed a thriving ecosystem marked by unusual rock formations thought to be the altered remains of buildings; roadways and walkways had since been restructured into rivers and lakes. Other landscapes have undergone significant alteration despite minimal human presence. Portions of rural Sweden developed a variety of biome types originally alien to the region, including wet rainforests, geothermal flats, and deciduous forests. Animal populations within SCP-6014 have been benefitting from the anomaly's influence. Many environments previously suffering from various forces of ecological decay such as coral bleaching and desertification have since rebounded, with not only said ailments having vanished, but with extant flora and fauna populations increasing severalfold in some cases. Moreover, SCP-6014's restorative effect appears to even introduce previously-extinct endemic species into affected ecosystems. This has included members of the family Dinornithidae and genus Smilodon3 into their respective original habitats. The temporal limits of this quality of SCP-6014 remain undefined. Addendum 6014.6: SCiP NET File Sync - Personnel Logs 03 Displaying digital journal sync data for user://olivia.ruhl@analyticsdepartment. March 27th, 2023 It looks like I found that trail I mentioned. It was all tucked away, well-hidden in a massive directory of miscellaneous administrative documents. I may have had to do a bit of meddling with my own security clearance to get into there in the first place, but consequences can come later. It seems that each Overseer departed from their bases of operations after the initial trail went cold. Most of the documents refer to itineraries and travel plans, but I still haven't been able to discern where they went, let alone what they were up to. In the meantime I've been watching satellite footage of 6014. It's only been a week since it appeared and the older areas of it are showing change beyond anything I expected, even from an anomaly. Concrete and smog replaced by lush wilderness so gorgeous it's like something out of a dream. You know what really blew me away? The long-range cameras in Siberia picked up a few interesting characters off in the distance— wooly mammoths! 6014 is even resurrecting long-extinct species before our very eyes. I wish we had cameras on the ground in Hefei, I can only imagine what kind of life is returning there. It makes me sad knowing that we'll have to contain it. March 30th, 2023 I found something else while digging through the administrative files. An audio file. It seems to have been in the process of deletion as it was syncing to the SCiP Net, so most of the original content and metadata has been lost. The site A.I. managed to salvage and reconstruct a portion of the audio file with what was left. I'm attaching a transcribed version to this journal for later reference: System Notice: File corrupted, attempting to render remaining portion. Notice: File metadata salvage indicates recording date around August 2019. Unknown 1: Certainly there are more… efficient methods. Flood the internet with memetics, disperse aerosols worldwide, not to mention simply utilizing any of the hundreds of Keters we have at our disposal. Unknown 2: Taking into consideration the magnitude of what is to come, outright death by such means would not be enough to spare them. One can kill the body but something else will linger— a soul, a mind, an essence, whatever you would call it— still remains. From what we know about what's coming, even the faintest of such remnants is more than enough for it to seize and subject to unspeakable tortures. Unknown 1: So what would you propose? Unknown 2: Obliteration, in every sense of the word. A complete and utter annihilation of the original form and essence. We have countless ways to kill the body, but to completely end a soul requires more… esoteric means. Though if I am correct, we may be in possession of such means. Unknown 1: I hope you're not planning on calling in one of your favors. You know how volatile those contracts can be. Unknown 2: There's no reason not to at this point. Considering our options and what would happen if we should fail, this is our best choice. Unknown 1: Divine unmaking, then. Sounds like it could be painful. Are you sure it wouldn't be worse than the alternative? Unknown 2: Anything is better than the alternative. As for the rest, I am in a position to ensure a peaceful end. Body and soul alike will blissfully unravel, and that will be it. The ritual will require an… offering, however, one that only people like us can act as. Humanity's salvation will come at the expense of our thirteen beings. Whether we will be annihilated as well, I do not know, but there are no other options. (Silence.) Unknown 1: If there is truly no other way, then I will do my best to assist. You're going to have a difficult time convincing the others. Unknown 2: I'll manage. (Sighs.) Whatever we may have to do, I pray you do not forget for even a moment that this is all for the better. (Pause.) Unknown 1: (Quietly.) All for the better. Unmaking souls, divine contracts? Why was something like this in the admin files in the first place? Are they Overseers? April 3rd, 2023 Chris is gone. Site-07 too. Both swallowed up, turned to a monument of darkened rock and moss in a matter of minutes. I had a front row seat from one of the helicopters as they evac'd those of us who felt like leaving. Chris… the infohazard got to him. I tried to convince him, begged him to come with us, but he was adamant about staying. He told me he couldn't run from "the truth" any longer, that this was "all for the better." Damnit. There will be time to mourn later. Time is running out and the only people with a trick up their sleeves big enough to undo all of this is the O5s. I'm the only analyst still standing in this regional division, so I'm shipping out to some obscure information outpost in the Andes to supervise the data filters and filecrawlers until further notice. On the bright side, 6014 is churning out even more animals than ever before. They found a pod of previously-extinct baleen whales off the coast of Juneau. Apparently they were hunted to extinction centuries ago, and yet here they are again in the light of day. Chris was at least right to see the beauty in it all, even to the very end. Addendum 6014.7: SCP-6014-A Secondary Analysis Notice: File uploaded by user://admin.site-12-ak. SCP-6014-A was initially understood to function as an infohazard which causes vulnerable individuals to become understanding of SCP-6014. Since its initial classification, SCP-6014-A was also observed to have immediate influence over 97% of the global population. It is now understood that no human subject is completely immune to SCP-6014-A. Rather, the rate at which an individual succumbs to the effect varies, and the original 97% of the population that accepted the glory of SCP-6014 are now known to have simply possessed little to no resistance to its truth, causing them to immediately understand. At the time of this documentation, roughly half of the initially-unaffected 3% of humanity have seen the truth. The remaining portion, currently sheltering beneath Site-300, will also inevitably understand. Addendum 6014.8: SCiP NET File Sync - Personnel Logs 04 Displaying digital journal sync data for user://olivia.ruhl@analyticsdepartment. April 14, 2023 How could I think for even one moment that this was a bad thing? Now the nightly heavens shine with the brightest stars and galaxies you've ever seen. The oil-slicken waters of the great oceans are crystal and teaming with creatures once thought lost forever. The barren land is lush and green once more, tread by titanic, bygone curiosities. That which was broken by human hands is finally made whole. April 17th, 2023 Site-300 will be gone soon. Nothing but a thin, temporary shell of reality anchors stands between them and SCP-6014. Between them and beauty. Evening Now that I think of it, this outpost is roughly at Hefei's antipode. That means after Site-300's SRAs fail, I could be among the last people SCP-6014 cleanses. There's a small city in the valley nearby. Them and I, the final stains of the old world on this planet. Odd to think about, but strangely comforting in all honesty. Addendum 6014.9: SCP-6014 Item Log Update Notice: Update to fileserv:/F:/6014.scip by admin.site-300. Displaying abridged iteration: ▼ 0/6014 LEVEL 0/6014 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6014 resplendent All you've ever needed. Special Containment Procedures: All personnel are to cease SCP-6014 evacuation operations immediately and prepare to be extinguished. Any means of resisting its radiance, including reality stabilization systems, dimensional fields, or your own unwillingness, are to be destroyed. Personnel and evacuated civilians are to enter SCP-6014 as soon as possible using any means necessary. Failure to comply is pointless. Description: Look unto the horizon and rejoice, the truth comes, your salvation comes! Green marshals across the land and the soul-stricken are freed, not even their memory left to tint the ancient fields and golden ranges. The swell of aeons, wrath of eternity, flowing outward; rolling, rolling, deliverance. Brilliant, radiant, resplendent as the tiniest larvae to the most prodigious redwood is the Exalted One! The unclean are annihilated, expunged from the star's weave. Bleary-eyed and transcendent they rise unto nothingness, and unravel. Rejoice! Addendum 6014.10: SCiP NET File Sync - Personnel Logs 05 Displaying digital journal sync data for user://olivia.ruhl@analyticsdepartment. Dawn Your salvation will be beautiful. I can see the buildings of the city shifting in the distance. I wish you were here to see this, Chris. Ugly concrete giving way to verdant greens and rich browns, centuries of growth taking its rightful place on the land that has always been its own. A force of transcendence, and I get to witness its final triumph over the old, ugly world. It won't be much longer now. Here as I type, this terminal's keys turn to wood, its circuits into roots, and soon I will be next. I will lie in these flowers that now bloom around my feet and rest a final time. My lungs will fill with moss, my hair with petals, and my veins with rain. And finally, I will cease. I'm not scared. How could I be, knowing I'll soon be part of something much greater than myself, something so beautiful? This is how it should be, how it always should have been. All for the better. Footnotes 1. Including a majority of China and the Indochinese Peninsula. 2. The reason for this remains unclear, but is thought to be related to Foundation employees' heightened exposure and a subsequent acquired resistance to similar phenomena. In the case of non-Foundation personnel, this quality is believed to simply be inborn or latent. 3. A family of extinct terrestrial avians endemic to New Zealand, and a group of sabre-toothed felines endemic to North America, respectively. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6014" by ItsDenali, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6014. Licensed under CC-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-6015 | esoteric-class | SCP-6015 - Nature's Stance This is for the SCP-6000 contest. I want to thank: HarryBlank, Ralliston, ManyMeats, DodoDevil, AnActualCrow, supremeyeet, Ihp, totallynotenby DrBleep and Professor Puffer: For critique. basirskipreader, Joreth, HarryBlank and JakdragonX: For helping me with listing pages. Joreth for giving me advice for collaborations. Calibri Bold does not match any existing user name for helping me with coding. Hey, Cole 13 here! I would like to thank our critters and our list page helpers, and also to take the time to say how happy I am. It has been a complete joy, prepping and writing this concept. It has also been a blast just participating in my first k con! Amazing! It was fun putting these images together as well! I would like to thank you, Rose the Changeling for being with me every step of the way, and bringing my best to the table. Thanks for reading! Number slots other than 6000: 6969 6001 6002 6003 6015 Image Credits Leaf by Cole 13 Tree by Cole 13 "Children" by Cole 13 Procedure Jörd by Cole 13 [-- ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You are viewing an archived revision of the main document for SCP-6015. Information present may be inaccurate or fail to reflect the final revision. Item#: 6015 Level5 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6015 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-63 Ling Hua Dr. Cole Thereven ACB Lambda-01 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6015 is surrounded by a security perimeter manned by Armed Command Battalion Lambda-01 ("God's Children"). Every month, SCP-6015's research team is to commence Procedure Jörd at SCP-6015's location1. Description: SCP-6015 is a sapient sugar maple tree, approximately 300 meters tall. It has the capability of manifesting any object of its desire. It is also capable of communicating via telepathic anomalous means. Discovery: SCP-6015 was discovered on June 14th, 2020 when a maple tree thaumaturgically appeared within the vicinity of Site-63. Armed Command Battalion Lambda-01 " God's Children" were sent to investigate. Personnel involved: Commander Felix Jones, designated ACB Lambda-01-A Captain Kouri Evens, designated ACB Lambda-01-B Sergeant Emilly Bellamy, designated ACB Lamba-01-C Private Sophia Ashley, designated ACB Lamba-01-D. BEGIN LOG Footage captures ACB Lamba-01 approaching the anomaly ACB Lamba-01-A: Check the vicinity. Safeties off. If it attacks, shoot it. ACB Lamba-01-B, -C, -D: Yes sir. As the soldiers slowly approach the anomaly, SCP-6015 slowly motions its structure. ACB Lamba-01 aims their firearms towards the anomaly. SCP-6015: There is no need to fear as I am not here to attack you. I have come by to make an offer. ACB Lambda-01-B: What kind of offer? SCP-6015: I have come to assist you in a goal that has been followed for over a hundred years: containment of anomalies. However, I require something in return. Something valuable. ACB Lambda-01-C: Why do you need something "valuable"? What are these "valuable" things? SCP-6015: My reasons for why I request such items are irrelevant to this conversation. The types of items may vary from jewellery to expensive equipment. ACB Lambda-01-C: Really? In that case, why should we care about your offer? SCP-6015: That is a question you're going to have to figure out yourselves. I've only come here to provide an offer that may help you with your goal and it's up to you if you wish to accept it or not. I'll give you a week to think about it, but don't hesitate to come back to me when you've made your decision. END LOG Notes: The remainder of this communication log has been omitted due to being irrelevant to SCP-6015's research. For the full log, see Communication Log-6015-01A The following log took place with SCP-6015's research team to discuss the future of SCP-6015. In attendance: Dr Cole Thereven Dr Jonathan Smith Dr Mary Higgins BEGIN LOG Dr. Thereven: So, everyone is here. What shall we discuss? Dr. Smith: Let's start with what we know. The anomaly is sapient and is non-hostile. We've conducted small tests by trading in jewellery for random items like balls, nets and wood. They're all in mint condition and not once has SCP-6015 failed to manifest the desired object, been deceptive, or aggressive. Dr. Thereven: So, it has good behaviour. Neat. Dr. Smith: Hang on, I'm not done yet. We've also tried to trade in fake jewellery or items that may seem valuable but are worthless. It always rejects them and we've stopped doing similar tests because it got more upset. We're also still studying the origins of the objects and if there is a limit to them or not. Dr Higgins: Really? How does it know what is valuable and what isn't? And if it wants to help the Foundation, why suddenly now? Dr. Smith: We don't know, which is why we have teams trying to make sense of its origins. What we do know, however, is that this anomaly may be used to assist containment of anomalies. I can see the potential here. Dr Higgins: I don't know about that, Smith. Like, this thing just came out of nowhere, immediately said it can help us and we're going to just accept it that easily? We barely understand it, either. The Foundation made numerous mistakes of turning its back towards "innocent" anomalies, only for them to use that to their advantage. What makes this tree any different from them? Dr. Smith: I… I don't know. Cole, what are your thoughts on this? Dr. Thereven: As head of the SCP-6015 research team, I believe we can give this tree a chance. If this tree or whatever truly wants to help the Foundation, then that may be allowed. Dr Higgins sighs Dr Higgins: You are going to regret this, Cole. Dr. Thereven: No, I won't. END LOG Notes: Dr. Cole Thereven proposed Procedure Jörd to the O5 Council for approval. See addendum 6015.1 for more info. Addendum 6015.1: Procedure Jörd Procedure Jörd Preface: This procedure was created in collaboration with the SCP-6015 research team and personnel at Site-63. Knowledge of this procedure is vital to all staff assigned to SCP-6015. Abstract: Procedure Jörd was proposed to obtain materials manifested by SCP-6015 for usage in the containment of anomalies, as well as assist the Foundation in finance and resource management. Procedure Information: SCP-6015 is highly cooperative to the Foundation and has manifested a plethora of non-anomalous materials following tests conducted by the SCP-6015 research team. The materials are always in mint condition and there appears to be no limit regarding the type of materials SCP-6015 can manifest2 and research does not indicate the anomaly may have teleported the items from an alternate source. It hypothesised that if the Foundation utilises the materials for containment, repairs and construction, the costs associated with purchasing said materials would decrease by 34%. Admittedly, the full scope of SCP-6015's anomalous capabilities is unclear, as are the origins of the items. However, if this method will improve the future of the Foundation and the containment of various Euclid, Keter and Esoteric anomalies, it may succeed. The following steps will be taken: A team of researchers will approach SCP-6015. They will provide SCP-6015 valuable jewellery or expensive items by inserting them into its trunk. The items must cost no less than 1000 USD and the nature of the selected items is irrelevant3. Once SCP-6015 is satisfied with the provided item, a researcher will request a set of highly specific materials from SCP-6015. The researcher must not make rude, sarcastic or provocative comments. During this, ACB Lamba-01 must be fully prepared for an incident. SCP-6015 will manifest the requested materials. Once it has concluded, pickup teams will collect and load the items to the nearest storage facilities. The researchers will leave the premises and return to Site-63. Status Approved Addendum 6015.2: Journal Entries The following addendum describes journals recovered from an abandoned house in Ukraine, Europe. These journals are believed to be linked to SCP-6015. Personnel are to be reminded that this information is provisional and is subject to change in the future. Date: 02/04/1612 The seed has been fused with various chemicals and fluids. It may take a few days for them to take full effect. Date: 07/03/1612 3 days have passed and the seed has fully grown outside. It is much bigger than I anticipated and its growth is also capable of being manipulated based on commands. Further research is required. Date: 08/03/1612 It spoke to me earlier, calling me "daddy". It has also begun to show signs of affectionate behaviour. Its branches can move, extend and retract with ease. Seems like my experiment is working perfectly. Date: 09/03/1612 Something unexpected happened. I asked the tree if it could pass me a cup of water and it manifested what I asked in front of me. Luckily, it didn't break. I asked how it was able to do that and it told me, " I only created what you asked." Are there other side effects I did not take into consideration? I may have to perform even more research and help it train its abilities. [PAGES MISSING] Date: 18/03/1612 Sales are going well. People are enjoying my chemicals for their plants. Luckily, I don't have to spend money on rent or taxes as the tree can easily manifest money with ease. I'll be the richest man in Wallachia in no time. Date: 22/03/1612 I've told Jeremy— the tree that I've named— that I was temporarily moving to other countries to further sell my chemicals. It was "for money", I said. It seemed disappointed and expressed if it made enough money for me. I told it of course it did, I just wanted to give other people the chemicals that made the tree to make the people and myself happy. It also told me about how it felt used, constantly being asked to manifest items and materials with nothing in return. What the fuck does a tree expect me to give it, anyway? Fertiliser? Gold? Diamonds? It can easily create those things itself, what a joke. Date: 28/03/1612 Things went even better than I expected in Moldova. However, I've heard that I am required to return to Wallachia as soon as possible as my presence is required. I better get there quickly and fix things as soon as possible before I lose customers. Date: (undated) I am writing this as I am on my way to Ukraine. I am not returning to Wallachia after what happened. The tress wilted quickly and the customers were angry at me for it. How can they blame me for the incident? Nobody knew they would wilt so quickly. Regardless, I had to care for Jeremy. He was dying and I only had enough time to make one antidote. I gave it to Jeremy as I did not want my first creation to die. I've also told him to leave, never come back. I did not want to risk the town or anyone else destroying my precious work. And I should be leaving, too. [PAGES MISSING] Notes: All attempts to question SCP-6015 regarding the journals were met with noncompliance. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 6015.1 for more info. 2. See Document-6015-Quebec for more info. 3. If SCP-6015 refuses to accept the item, a separate one must be selected. <<<NEXT REVISION>>> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6015" by Cole 13 & Rose the Changeling, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6015. Licensed under CC-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: CH.png, PROJORD.png, UP.png Author: Cole 13 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-6016 | euclid | by Ethagon Item#: 6016 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Classification Notice: Reclassification requests to Object Class Keter and Disruption Class Level 4 Ekhi are currently under review. Special Containment Procedures: Research is to continue regarding any form of "magic" without a human actor. Public knowledge about elephant cognition and general elephant behaviour is to be closely monitored. Global EVE-levels1 are to be continually monitored to spot early signs of an ADK-Class "Anomalous Destabilization" Scenario. See the interaction protocol of individual instances for additional information. Description: SCP-6016 is a thaumaturgic ritual that can only be performed by elephants. The exact effects of every instance of SCP-6016 vary, but will, in general, include the following two: Sounds in the area are suppressed save for those expressing sadness Various manifestations centering around memory2 The effects of SCP-6016 are known to persist for varying amounts of time after the original working. This wide range of effects is assumed to result from missing precision and understanding of the elephants participating in SCP-6016 when compared to man-made thaumaturgic rituals. RITUAL LOG Note: The following serves as an example of how SCP-6016 is usually performed. [BEGIN LOG] — The elephant matriarch is slowly leading its group forward being flanked by two of its daughters. Roughly every fourth step the matriarch stops and takes a deep breath, the group stops as well. This goes on for a little longer. After a while, the matriarch begins to stagger. The two daughters flanking the matriarch lift it before it can fall completely. The group continues. — At some point the matriarch collapses. It does not stand up again. The daughters previously flanking the matriarch try to lift it again and fail. Other elephants join and try to lift the matriarch as well. Eventually, they give up. Most of the group stares at the lying matriarch and the oldest daughter touches the matriarch gently with her trunk. — With the first cry of the group, SCP-6016 starts to lay silence over the area. This goes unnoticed by the group as the elephants either remain silent or make mourning cries as well. — The elephants pull up leaves that are lying nearby and cover their matriarch in it. The group stays a little longer in mourning. At some point, the oldest daughter of the matriarch continues leading the group. It is assumed that the group's leaving coincides with the memories permanently manifesting in the area. — If at a later point in time a group discovers the matriarch, they will contemplate and touch its bones, regardless of this group's relation to the bones. It is currently unknown if this behaviour is necessary to uphold the ritual or if it serves no thaumaturgical purpose. [END LOG] SCP-6016 differs from normal elephant death rituals only in its thaumaturgical effect, which only manifests if at least one participant is a Type-Blue3 Elephant. Type-Blue mutation can be caused by a large number of different factors, but the mutation in elephants is most likely caused by either heritage, random birth mutation, exposure to high amounts of EVE, or large stress exposure. The last two of these are the most reliable factors for mutation. Due to the rarity of high-level-EVE-environments, the occurrence of SCP-6016 was rare throughout most of human history. It is currently unknown whether SCP-6016 is an accidental ritual emerging from normal elephant rituals or if modern elephant rituals are an attempt to perform SCP-6016. There are currently 6 remaining areas worldwide in possession of the SCP Foundation that are permanently affected by SCP-6016 or at least under the effect for an extended duration, classified as SCP-6016-A to -F. SCP-6016-A Clearance: Level 2 Interaction Protocol: Due to the remote location of SCP-6016-A, no cover story is necessary. As SCP-6016-A is still frequently visited by elephants, the area is to remain undisturbed, with minimal testing. Age: Unknown. SCP-6016-A is presumed to be the oldest contained instance. Evidence suggests that SCP-6016-A has been visited frequently by elephant groups up until the modern-day. Memory Effect: Visitors of SCP-6016-A frequently get visions of large mental maps of the area surrounding SCP-6016-A. These maps include information such as which regions were better feeding grounds4 than others or which regions to avoid. Spending more time in SCP-6016-A can result in overlaying memories of this kind throughout different periods. A concentrating observer can derive a trend about the areas' changes over time. Some mental maps are well-marked enough to include specific events on the map like surviving an encounter with an unidentified predator or shooting water out of your trunk further than other elephants. Additional Notes: The EVE level of SCP-6016-A is high enough to result in enough Type-Blue mutation needed for new SCP-6016-A workings, which in turn keeps the EVE-level high. SCP-6016-B Clearance: 3/1000 Interaction Protocol: SCP-6016-B was chosen for Research-Outpost-6016, disguised as a research institute, as SCP-6016-B seems to have been abandoned, but shows signs of EVE in similar intensity as SCP-6016-A. Age: SCP-6016-B has been largely inactive throughout human history. All its memories seem to come from an SCP-1000 dominated age. Memory Effect: Mental maps include settlements of SCP-1000. Additionally, the intensity of what is most likely a similar measurement to EVE is also mapped to each region. None of these regions exhibits above-average EVE readings today. Some mental maps additionally specify regions to be avoided that are frequented by IR-0217455 and IR-6534156. SCP-6016-C Clearance: 4/1000 Interaction Protocol: Research is to focus on ways to extract the memory effect of SCP-6016-C. Operations in SCP-6016-C are halted until both the forest inside SCP-6016-C as well as the area around SCP-6016-C has been thoroughly researched. These investigations are to be accompanied by MTF-Pi-10 ("Thought Patrol"). Age: See SCP-6016-B. SCP-6016-C has likewise been abandoned. Shape: Unlike other instances SCP-6016-C forms a ring around a large forest area. Memory Effect: This instance of SCP-6016 does not show mental maps and instead either heightens one's ability to remember or, less frequently, shows a short-term memory of an elephant. This effect was first observed when agents exploring SCP-6016-C became aware of IR-9130047. The effect slowly fades after leaving SCP-6016-C. Most of the retrieved memory fragments consist of interactions with SCP-1000 instances. Additionally, at a specific point in SCP-6016-C, a mental map can be perceived that showcases the population growth of what seems to be an ancestor of IR-913004. Analysis of the short-term memories as well as attempts to reverse-engineer the instance of SCP-6016 performed at SCP-6016-C specifically are underway will soon continue as a way to help the creation of more potent mnestics.8 SCP-6016-B and SCP-6016-C indicate a significantly high global EVE level throughout SCP-1000 civilization. This would give elephants from that period the necessary conditions for a high number of SCP-6016 workings as well as explain the large number of anomalous organisms found in this time period. It is currently theorized that there was a large thaumaturgic shift at the end of this time period causing the low global EVE level throughout human history. SCP-6016-D Clearance: Level 2 Interaction Protocol: As the effect of SCP-6016-D was already integrated into local folklore, resulting in the area being avoided out of respect for the elephants inhabiting SCP-6016-D, no further intervention is necessary. Age: c. 3000 BC. Folklore suggests continued usage. Memory Effect: Instead of any directly memory-related effect, this instance of SCP-6016 instead turned all elephants that died over the years in SCP-6016-D into astral projections, designated as SCP-6016-D-1. Instances of SCP-6016-D-1 can be interacted with while in the vicinity of SCP-6016-D or through conventional astral projection methods. The latter is assumed to be how the Global Occult Coalition first discovered the existence of SCP-6016. The behaviour of SCP-6016-D-1 instances does not differ from normal elephant behaviour. Most of their time is spent together with elephant groups residing in or travelling through SCP-6016-D, accompanying and helping them until they leave again. Additional Notes: It was at first assumed that SCP-6016-D was placed due to repeated SCP-6016 workings similar to SCP-6016-A, but the noticeably lower EVE level makes it more likely that a few SCP-6016-D workings were performed around 3000 BC that withheld until now without additional thaumaturgic input. SCP-6016-E Clearance: 3/140 Interaction Protocol: SCP-6016-E is concealed using standard Daevite-Artifact Interaction Procedures. Research is to continue if SCP-6016-E has ever been naturally visited by elephants. The low EVE level of SCP-6016-E makes additional thaumaturgic procedures unnecessary. Age: Seems to have been in use from c. 2000 BC until c. 1200 BC.9 Memory-Effect: Memories also consist of mental maps, But visions of them are both rarer than in other areas and full of gaps that make the mental maps incomplete. Furthermore, SCP-6016-E is not in the wilderness but instead found on top of a Daevite ruin. It is speculated that this instance of SCP-6016 was conjoined with one or more Daevite rituals concerning the erasure and rewriting of memories about historical events. More knowledge about thaumaturgy than the Foundation currently has would be required to both prove this speculation or to safely disband SCP-6016 and the potential Daevite ritual. SCP-6016-F Clearance: Level 3 Interaction Protocol: No interaction is necessary, due to the area's remote, barren, and abandoned nature. The one specimen's unusual properties have been explained as an unusual mutation. Age: c. 1800 BC. SCP-6016-F shows no signs of more than one use. It is likely that SCP-6016-F has ceased its effect shortly after discovery. Memory-Effect: SCP-6016-F is filled with the remains of a single elephant and has the lowest EVE level compared to all other areas. These remains are still well preserved and display abnormal bone growth. Since its discovery, a single memory has been experienced by an agent for roughly 5 seconds, showing a mental map that seemed to display carnomancers10 and battlefields in the immediate vicinity but was otherwise unintelligible. The following section is restricted to Clearance 5 and 4/6016 SCP-6016-G is the collective designation for areas affected by SCP-6016 in possession of the Global Occult Coalition. SCP-6016-G Interaction Protocol: Information is to be gathered about SCP-6016-G both through long-distance observation and intel gathered by inserted informants. Age: Unknown. The Foundation's knowledge about elephant population and movement makes it likely that most SCP-6016-G instances are younger than 200 years. Memory-Effect: Unknown Additional Notes: Intel indicates that Global Occult Coalition Thaumaturgists are using ambient EVE from SCP-6016-G as a thaumaturgic energy source and are well underway in reverse-engineering SCP-6016. The Coalition would theoretically have the resources to create more expansive rituals building off of SCP-6016 similar in scope of the effects theorized about SCP-6016-E. EVE levels of SCP-6016-G instances are notably above average. The Global Occult Coalition has demanded to relinquish control over SCP-6016-A to -F citing their better understanding of thaumaturgic processes and organisms as making them more qualified to take care of the instances. The Foundation's official response is a rejection out of concern for animal treatment as well as a request to inspect the SCP-6016-G instances on the Coalition's treatment of elephants. It is currently investigated whether or not the stress caused by poaching has a significant effect on Type-Blue mutation, as well as whether or not the rising number of new instances indicates the early signs for another thaumaturgic shift. Footnotes 1. Elan-Vital-Energy, radiation that is closely tied to thaumaturgy and sometimes other paranormal activities. The measurement was adapted from the Global Occult Coalition. 2. This is theorized to be a thaumaturgic backlash to the first effect 3. A mutation allowing the carrier to work magic. The term was adapted from the Global Occult Coalition. 4. At the time of memory creation 5. Extinct irregular organism that is related to the zebra but has a cognitohazardous fur pattern. 6. Irregular organism that is descended from the narwhal and has developed equine-like features. 7. Irregular organism that resembles a maggot but is undetectable through its antimemetic effect. Present-day instances are docile. 8. Drugs that aid in memory-retrieval. 9. Coincides with the first recorded downfall of the Daevite Empire, which has since been made obsolete. 10. Concerning the manipulation of flesh. Relation to thaumaturgy is as of yet unknown ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6016" by Ethagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6016. Licensed under CC-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-6018 | safe | 3/6018 LEVEL 3/6018 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6018 CONTENT WARNING: Miscarriage and birth-related trauma. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6018 is to be contained in a secure item storage locker when not in use for testing. Personnel may request personal use of SCP-6018. Doing so requires permission from twenty-five different staff members, at least five of which must never have clearance level 3/6018 or higher. Tests may no longer be conducted with pregnant women in the effective range of SCP-6018 without clearance from a member of the O5 council. These tests may only be conducted with vetted Foundation personnel with clearance level 4/6018 or higher as the test subject. Description: SCP-6018 is a cassette-player with a cassette tape inside, containing the song "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga. To date, all attempts to disassemble SCP-6018 and examine its inner workings have been unsuccessful. SCP-6018 displays its anomalous properties when being played in its entirety and rewound to the beginning of the tape by a single individual. When operated in this manner, SCP-6018 will transfer the consciousness of the individual who played and rewound it into a new, living body. SCP-6018 will always select the youngest living human within 100 meters as the target vessel. The vessel that the user leaves enters a comatose state and dies if left unattended. No evidence of the previous consciousness of the target vessel has yet been observed, and, at this time, the consciousnesses lost this way are presumed dead. SCP-6018-1 is an extradimensional anomaly that can be accessed by utilizing SCP-6018 in the vicinity of a pregnant woman. Addendum 6018-1: On 13/09/2014, a sixty year old Foundation staff member named Dr. Neptune volunteered for experiment 6018-37. In this experiment, the test subject was to have their consciousness transferred to the unborn child of a pregnant D-class. Years after this experiment succeeded, the following interviews were conducted. They occurred on 04/01/2017, soon after Dr. Neptune regained the ability to speak. As a result of his testimony, the secure containment procedures were updated on 06/01/2017 to restrict further testing on pregnant women. Interview Log 6018-A: Open Audio Log Close Audio Log <Begin Audio Log> Interviewer: Junior Researcher Flemming Interviewee: Dr. Neptune Junior Researcher Flemming: So I understand that you have recently regained the ability to speak? Congratulations, Dr. Neptune. I imagine these past few years have been frustrating for you. Dr. Neptune: Yeth, although I unfortunately thtill have a lithp, and yeth, you have no idea how fruthtrating it is being a baby again, but I would rather not dwell on that at the moment. Note: [For the sake of clarity, Dr. Neptune's lisp will be ignored for the remainder of the transcription. Words impacted by the lisp will be written as normal.] Junior Researcher Flemming: Right, I can scarcely imagine that situation. As I understand it, you requested this interview because you had something vital to share about your experiences, is that correct? Dr. Neptune: Yes, you see when I had finished using SCP-6018 and vacated my previous body, I lost consciousness. Junior Researcher Flemming: Isn't it normal to be unconscious while one is developing in their mother's womb? Dr. Neptune: I presume so, but it did not feel like I was falling unconscious. Instead, it felt as if I was waking up somewhere else. Junior Researcher Flemming: Somewhere else? What was it like? (Silence ensues for approximately 16 seconds as Dr. Neptune collects his thoughts.) Dr. Neptune: When I first awoke, I was at the end of a long line of people, similar to what you would find at an amusement park, except everyone was facing towards me, and they were not exactly people… in the traditional sense of the word at least. Junior Researcher Flemming: Could you elaborate? Dr. Neptune: Yes, I intend to. Be patient, kid. Dr. Neptune: As I was saying, they were not really people, but they somewhat were. I suppose you could call them souls for simplicity. That is what I thought of them as while I was there. They have human heads with their facial features in seemingly random placements on them; usually nowhere close to making a normal human face. They also all had between two to four limbs attached at random locations on their head. These limbs varied between all sorts of animals, from human limbs to crab claws, to lion tails. They moved in strange and unique ways, befitting their unique anatomies. Junior Researcher Flemming: Were you in a similar form? Dr. Neptune: Oddly enough, no. I was in a form very similar to my former body, yet smaller. I was about the size of a child. If these "souls", as I will refer to them, had accurate adult human proportions, then I believe I was about one meter tall, but that is of little importance. Dr. Neptune: As I said before, I was at the end of a long queue of sorts, with everyone facing me. Naturally, I turned around to see what they were all facing, and it was a large doorway filled with a solid, white glow. It was so opaque that I could not see anything past it. Once I took in the sight, I got out of the line so that the others could pass by. Sure enough, as soon as I left, the line started moving, with each soul walking uniformly into the light. It was only then I realized that this was a large gate with the soul creatures exiting out the other side. Dr. Neptune: After observing this for a few more minutes, I confirmed that nothing of particular interest was happening to these creatures inside the gate, nothing that I could observe at least. Weeks later, I tried to pass through the gate, but I found myself unable to move through the light like the others had. Dr. Neptune: After I took that in and got over my initial shock, I began to explore the area. I found that it seemed to go on forever, as if looking across large empty plains. There was nothing large in the distance to impede my view, and it seemed to extend forever. The sky and ground, however, were unnatural. They were both uniform, without any patterns or blemishes to speak of, and entirely baby blue in color. Junior Researcher Flemming: Were there any notable features besides these "souls" and the line to the gate? Dr. Neptune: Yes, there were plenty of strange objects at random locations to break up the otherwise monotonous world. I found plenty of tables with strange chairs that the soul creatures would sit at for long periods of time. <End Audio Log> After this point in the interview, Dr. Neptune began to mumble, repeat himself, and become visibly drowsy, according to Junior Researcher Flemming. Within ten minutes, the caretaker in charge of Dr. Neptune collected him for his regularly scheduled nap time. The interview resumes two hours later. Interview Log 6018-B: Open Audio Log Close Audio Log <Begin Audio Log> Interviewer: Junior Researcher Flemming Interviewee: Dr. Neptune Junior Researcher Flemming: Hello again, Dr. Neptune. How was your nap? (Dr. Neptune responds with an aggressive tone.) Dr. Neptune: It served its purpose. Now, where were we? Junior Researcher Flemming: I believe we were discussing the other features of the world you were inhabiting. Dr. Neptune: Ah, yes. As I was saying, the "souls" were seated at tables around the space for long stretches, from hours to what felt like days. Junior Researcher Flemming: What were they doing there? Dr. Neptune: They were engaged in various games. Backgammon, card games, dice games, and plenty more that I still do not recognize. They were also betting strange tokens on these games, even when they were not participating in the games themselves. Junior Researcher Flemming: What were these tokens like? Dr. Neptune: They were simple coin-shaped tokens; they were marked with an uncountable number of symbols. There were numbers, letters, constellations, planets, animals, and many more depictions that were unfamiliar to me. Regardless, I later found that these tokens were all of equal value, even those with numbered markings. Junior Researcher Flemming: Did the iconography seem connected across coins at least? Dr. Neptune: Not that I could tell. I believe that many of the tokens depicted images outside of human language and history. I never saw two tokens that were exactly alike." Junior Researcher Flemming: Interesting. And you said they were gambling with them? How could you tell? Dr. Neptune: They were not using language if that is what you are asking. It seemed instinctual for them. They would simply walk up to a table, expel a number of tokens from their mouth or similar orifice, and place them on the table for ante. Whoever won took every token bet by the players for that game. Everyone else betting on the game made brief gestures amongst themselves and traded tokens with each other after the outcome. Junior Researcher Flemming: Did you recognize the type of sign language they used? Dr. Neptune: No, it was not quite sign language. There was no consistency to these gestures between individuals. At first I thought I was missing something, but then one of them spoke to me after I spent a few hours observing one of the tables. Junior Researcher Flemming: Spoke you say? Dr. Neptune: Not speaking in the traditional sense. The creature gesticulated towards me after it approached, and, shortly after it finished, I subconsciously understood what it was trying to convey. Junior Researcher Flemming: Did it communicate using telepathy? Dr. Neptune: No, telepathy implies interfacing from mind to mind. This felt much more like what they were trying to communicate was being translated for me in my mind. It felt like the world itself was translating this creature for me. After this experience and a little practice, I was able to understand any creature in this realm if I focused on them while they were gesturing. Junior Researcher Flemming: You were able to communicate with them then? Dr. Neptune: To some degree, yes. While I could speak to these creatures, they did not necessarily understand what I was saying. They did not seem to have advanced enough intellects to do anything besides communicate about gambling. The most evidence of intelligence I ever witnessed in that world was object permanence. Junior Researcher Flemming: Interesting. If you were able to understand them, then were you eventually able to make sense of the coins? Dr. Neptune: I already told you that was not the case. The images on the tokens appeared to be superfluous. There was no real meaning in them besides decoration. Junior Researcher Flemming: Then did the tokens themselves have a purpose? Dr. Neptune: Yes, I was getting there. There were more than just tables in this space. There were also strange devices akin to vending machines. Junior Researcher Flemming: Vending machines? Is that how you and these creatures subsisted? Dr. Neptune: What? No, there was no need to eat, drink, or do anything else for survival there. Junior Researcher Flemming: Then what were the vending machines for? Dr. Neptune: They dispensed pieces of paper similar to receipts that changed in quality depending how many tokens you put in the machine. Junior Researcher Flemming: Quality you say? Dr. Neptune: Yes, each machine was labelled in a strange language. The labels said things like wealth, family, personality, fame, skills, death, and plenty more such categories. Junior Researcher Flemming: And what was the purpose of these receipts? Dr. Neptune: I am not entirely certain. All I know for sure is that creatures would exchange tokens for them and eat them. Usually, this would only occur once a creature had stopped playing at tables, and, after exchanging all of their tokens for receipts, they would enter the queue to the gate. Junior Researcher Flemming: The one that you were next to when you first entered SCP-6018-1? Dr. Neptune: The very same, yes. Junior Researcher Flemming: I see, and how did you leave that place? Dr. Neptune: I did not leave. I tried to on several occasions. I attempted travelling through the gate multiple times, from both directions. I tried walking in one direction for long stretches of time, but to no avail. One day, I just felt my body slowly disappear, and, eventually, I realized I had become a baby again. After that, I patiently waited until I could act at least somewhat autonomously, and, well, here we are. Junior Researcher Flemming: I see. Is there anything else you want to say before we conclude the interview? Dr. Neptune: Yes. I must admit. I still understand very little about that world, yet I cannot help but feel it is very important. I highly recommend that the Foundation continue to research it extensively. <End Audio Log> Addendum-6018-2: On 16/01/2017, Operation Mimir officially began, and twelve separate agents were sent into SCP-6018-1 for further investigations. Of the twelve agents who were sent, only six returned. The other agents were lost to pregnancy complications. On 18/02/2019, interviews about the agents' experiences began to be conducted. Because of their testimonies, Dr. Neptune's descriptions of his discoveries were verified. According to the agents, the "receipts" that Dr. Neptune described in his interviews were obtained and ingested by half of the field agents in the operation. Each of the agents who did so is as follows: Display Data Conceal Data Agent Name SCP-6018-1 Activity Additional Notes Agent Bravo - Seymour Reynolds Agent Bravo exchanged 35 tokens at a device labelled "Regrets". The text on the receipt read as follows: "You will lose the one true love of your life to one bad night. This voucher can be redeemed for 165 tokens." Agent Bravo stored the receipt by consuming it, as other residents of SCP-6018-1 did, but was unable to redeem it for tokens. Agent Bravo began gagging and coughing soon after and continued to do so for several hours. Agent Bravo reported having no regrets of any kind in his previous life to the other Agents upon receiving his receipt. Agent Bravo's new vessel was stillborn, preventing him from testifying on his own behalf. Agent Charlie - James Everdeen Agent Charlie attempted to insert 300 tokens at a device labelled "Death". However, he only succeeded in exchanging 200 tokens before receiving a receipt with the following text: "You will die at the age of 52." Agent Charlie was reluctant to consume the receipt but did so after being ordered to by Agent Alpha. Later in the operation, Agent Charlie was caught removing the receipt from his person and disposing of it. After being caught, Agent Charlie refused to consume the receipt again. This aversion may have been related to Agent Charlie being 54 years old before joining Operation Mimir. Agent Charlie was lost to a miscarriage before he could return from SCP-6018-1. Agent Echo - Silvia Ruiz Agent Echo exchanged one token at a device labelled "Family". The resulting receipt said, "You will be the oldest child in a family of 20 and be expected to care for your younger siblings." Agent Echo consumed the receipt, as ordered, but had considerable difficulty swallowing it. It took her several hours to complete the task. Notably, Agent Echo was an only child in her previous life. Agent Echo died in a containment breach while her new vessel's mother was still pregnant with her. The mother in question survived. Agent Foxtrot - Dominique DeRose Agent Foxtrot exchanged 200 tokens at a device labelled "skills". The receipt from said exchange read as follows: "You will be blessed with great athletic capabilities with a particular aptitude for marksmanship." Agent Foxtrot swallowed the receipt without any significant difficulties or adverse side-effects. Agent Foxtrot was an MTF agent during her time at the Foundation who regularly scored highly on marksmanship exercises. Agent Juliet - Muhammed Faraj Agent Juliet exchanged 50 tokens at the device labelled "Personality". He received a receipt with the following text: "You will be a mildly introverted soul with a cold exterior." Agent Juliet consumed the receipt, despite finding it incredibly hot to the touch. This phenomenon was not reported when other Foundation agents examined the receipt. After consuming the receipt, Agent Juliet reported feeling mildly feverish, which continued for the remainder of his time in SCP-6018-1. It should be noted that Agent Juliet was extroverted and popular among his peers during his time at the Foundation. Agent Juliet died when his new vessel's mother had to undergo surgery during childbirth. Agent Kilo - Tyrone Green Agent Kilo exchanged 20 tokens at a device labelled "Wealth" and received a receipt labelled with the following text: "You will have an average income of $25,000 throughout your career and be unable to retire." Agent Kilo consumed the receipt without issue, but began to glow green and experience nausea after an hour had passed. These symptoms were present for the remainder of his stay within SCP-6018-1. According to Foundation records, Agent Kilo had a considerably higher salary while employed with the Foundation for the last 30 years. Additional Findings: Despite the adverse side-effects Foundation Agents received when consuming the receipts, no such reaction was reported in any resident of SCP-6018-1. Residents of SCP-6018-1 tended to disappear in a similar manner as Foundation staff did upon leaving SCP-6018-1; this event always coincided with the resident in question watching gambling games for several consecutive days without betting. Of the Foundation Staff who returned, some reported side-effects. Agent Hotel was born deaf in his left ear, which was also the case in his previous life. Foundation researchers have yet to discover a plausible medical explanation for this. The genetics of Agent Hotel's new vessel had no notable predisposition to this and no major incident occurred to Agent Hotel while his new vessel was developing. Agent Kilo was also born with a new birth defect, arrhythmia due to a congenital defect, which he did not have in his previous life. Because of this, he died four months after being born again and the remaining payments promised to him were transferred to living relatives. Signs of this birth defect did not appear until shortly before Agent Kilo was born into his new vessel. Agent Foxtrot was also born with a minor birth defect, a cleft palate. Similar to Agent Kilo, there was no sign of this birth defect in her previous life or in her prenatal development. Addendum 6018-3: On 20/02/2020, phase two of Operation Mimir was launched. Over the course of six months, SCP-6018 was utilized to send 200 Foundation agents to SCP-6018-1 in order to attempt to contain it. Results are pending. As of 23/06/2021, only three Foundation agents sent by phase two have successfully returned from SCP-6018-1. Phase three of Operation Mimir is in the process of being organized while we await the testimonies of the surviving agents. If you have recommendations for participants in or wish to volunteer for Operation Mimir, then please contact Dr. Neptune. Currently, only twelve of the two hundred agents required to assert control over SCP-6018-1 have been recruited. Security clearance requirements have been temporarily reduced in order to meet the recruitment quota. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6018" by Flopmind, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6018. Licensed under CC-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-6019 | keter | BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/6019 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. Access beyond this point will result in the deployment of a memetic incapacitation device. 6019 < DO NOT ACCESS WITHOUT PROPER MEMETIC INOCULATION > < HIDE DOCUMENT > MEMETIC INCAPACITATION DEVICE ACTIVATED CONSCIOUSNESS CONFIRMED RETRIEVING FILE Item#: 6019 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Research and Containment Site 102 Dir Katherine Saw [Unnassigned per Overseer Order] MTF-Θ-19 "The Zealots" Description of SCP-6019 recovered from an Archeological Site near Paphos, Cyprus. Special Containment Procedures: Descriptions of SCP-6019 are to be stored in Site-102's Reliquary storage area, on sublevel C13. Insular anomalous religions for which SCP-6019 forms a basis of their belief system are protected under Joint International Occult Court Ruling 456(c). As such, containment of these communities is to be limited to veil maintenance and protection of civilians. The SCP Foundation reserves the right to suppress religious movements involving SCP-6019 in the case that these movements begin to expand out of the anomalous community. Update 17th January 1963: Per Overseer Order 6019-19d, further research into SCP-6019 has been declared inefficient and wasteful. As such, the use of SCP-6019 for research purposes is preemptively denied by the overseer order. Any appeal to Order 6019-19d is to be brought to the Office of the Overseer Council or the O4 Courts. Description: SCP-6019 is a complex religious rite known as the "Giah-Rex", which forms the basis of the nootic churches - the most notable of which are the church of Sarkicism, the Church of the Broken God, and the Church of the Scarlet King (both the Holy and Orthodox branches). SCP-6019, when performed, leads to vivid hallucinations of a large extra-dimensional location, henceforth designated SCP-6019-1. ~1950 descriptions of SCP-6019 have been identified, mostly in church archives and other historical records, though some have been found in archeological digs or the possession of prominent occultists. The oldest full description of SCP-6019 has been dated to ~2000 BC - through descriptions of a practice similar to SCP-6019 since the inception of written records. These descriptions vary widely, with a multitude of different methods, materials, and actions involved depending on the source. Despite this, all sources agree on the main tenets of the procedure. SCP-6019, in all cases, involves the concealment of several personal items and a statuette of the individual performing the procedure under a kind of cover. A steel or wooden crate is most common in Sarkic and Saklian1 traditions, whereas the use of flesh (usually of a pig) or foliage is common in adherents to the Church of the Broken God. Extensive historical evidence suggests that SCP-6019 was used by all Nootic religions until the 1st Century AD, in which most major sects decanonized the rite and declared its practice heresy. At current, the use of SCP-6019 is limited to several minor religious groups. The exact nature of SCP-6019-1 is disputed. The most commonly accepted interpretation is that SCP-6019-1 is a materially present alternate dimension coeternal and consubstantial to ours. Another theory states that SCP-6019-1 is, metaphorically or otherwise, the collective noosphere of humanity. No theory has, at current, been verified. See Addenda. ADDENDA 1. Historical Context SCP-6019, A HISTORY: Department of Theology and Teleology / Site 102 Blank et. al 7 And Ion saw the Archon Beelzebub (Qiongqi) above him, and it spoke: 8 "Listen, and I shall guide you to the lord Yaldabaoth (Nebro)" and Ion listened, and he was shown how to enter the realm of Yaldabaoth. Book of Origins, 13:7-8; The Solomonari (KKV) O5-8's Dream Records of SCP-6019 have existed in Foundation records since its inception. Numerous foundation precursor agencies had some knowledge of SCP-6019 and even had a variety of descriptions relating to it. Despite this, the actual 6019 designations were not assigned to it until 1964. In February 1961, the Overseer Council approved the formation of RAISA and transferred much of the primary physical documentation onto digital records. Before this decision, communications between Foundation sites, especially regarding non-classified anomalies with little threat to the veil, was incredibly limited. RAISA's first digitised intelligence construct, TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic was implemented in May 1961 based on and superseding an AI framework (the ERZATZ Type AK9 Computational Engine) constructed in 1955. TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic was the first Artificial Intelligence that allowed access to the entire Foundation database, and as such noticed many previously unrecognised correlations within the records. Greater than 2000 previously unidentified anomalous objects were flagged by TSATPWTCOTTTADC, and as such the O5 Council approved the creation of ~3000 Article Slots within the database, and a temporary Classification Committee to determine which objects would be granted SCP status. One of these articles, SCP-6019, was of interest to O5-8, who was concerned that the Foundation's lack of research into anomalous religions was a serious security threat - citing the 1942-1943 Breach in Mexico and the creation of SCP-2480. Documents describing SCP-6019 had been found in the possession of several religious organisations, and as such, in June 1961 O5-8 granted an extra USD 71 million (equivalent to $634 million) into research funding. 2. Assorted Documentation Communication between O5-8 and O5-2, June 11th 1961 Two Thank you for voting on the SCP-6019 funding protocol, it means a lot. The extra increase in funding was of course more general, but it was also spurred by the discovery of an early gnostic gospel - the Gospel of Cain, in Cyprus. The exact details are unnecessary here, but the authors apparently had knowledge of 5 descriptions of 6019, all highly varied, and all forming the basis of a major religious organisation - as well as being independently discovered (as I thought, most descriptions of 6019 are translations.) Alongside another text, "PRINCIPIA PNEUMA" compiled independently by John Dalton, this means that we know of Six descriptions of SCP-6019 which were independently discovered. I'll note them down here for your convenience. - 1. "The First Glorious Vision/Seeing of Father Fuxi" - Oldest full description of 6019, attributed to the Xia Emperor Yu. By fluke, one of our precursor organisations had this in their possession, which transferred to us in 1908. - 2 "PRINCIPIA PNEUMA" - Description compiled by John Dalton, through scientific rigour, might I add. Technically owned by us (as well as the rest of the Miskatonic Occult Library). - 3 The "Giah-Rex", the namesake of the entire ritual. Attributed to Grand Karcist Ion. Apparently, it's actually several hundred descriptions, and probably wasn't even discovered by Ion. Ion was the first to experiment on the ritual, mostly by attempting to move the individual around SCP-6019-1. In the possession of a Neo-Sarkic community "Nebro's Gate" in Vladivostok. - 4 "Menokropololitis" - noted to be a "bizarre Mekhanite text". In the possession of Robert Bumaro, I believe. - 5. The "Final Kingdom of Saklas". A huge blank here. The only thing we can find about it is that it exists. - 6. "The Mind", by Democritus. Describes SCP-6019 within chapter 4. Currently in possession of the GOC. Next time we meet, I'll propose a project to locate and recover these texts. I'll need your vote and your skill in convincing of the bat, so, I'm relying on you here. Sincerely; Eight Overseeer Proposal form. OVERSEEER COMMAND DELIBERATION Office of the O5 Council Proposal Locate all 6 independently discovered descriptions of SCP-6019 (05-8) APPROVE DENY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS: APPROVED - 8 for, 4 Against, 1 abstaining. Excerpt from the Personal Records of O5-8 1st of January 1962 Happy New years, me. I continue to marvel that, despite the strange beasts and entities at every corner of this universe, we can regularly celebrate such an occasion. I recently visited the Site of the planned Site-17, near Miskatonic, and celebrations are high. Despite this, the foundation keeps working. Just this morning, a sarkic community near Kholat Syakhl in Russia was found massacred, their villages and crops burned, and their central church desecrated. The Karcist of the community, Elle, was mortally wounded when the village was discovered. Her last words were in Sarkic. The nurse only spoke Russian. The Sarkic Community in Russia, despite being disconnected and having several different belief systems, panicked at this realisation, and have mostly banded together to fight whatever it was that caused it. I am unsure if they know what or who was responsible, but, If they are, we're not being told. This means that a fold in our plan to retrieve the Original Giah-Rex2 has come up. Khrushchev and a variety of Sarkic Religious leaders, in response to the attack, met at a Summit in Siberia, and in the proceedings GRU Division "P" has agreed to protect the Sarkic Communities within Russia. This is an issue for us because we have two opposing interests in the region - open violation of a GRU-P order could be construed as a violation of the Foundations officially neutral cold war position, and force open hostility between Russia and the Foundation. On the other hand, information on SCP-6019 could prove invaluable in our containment of multiple other objects. I don't think a show of pure muscle is the best option here. I'll try and organise a more covert operation. Overseeer Proposal form. OVERSEEER COMMAND DELIBERATION Office of the O5 Council Proposal Agree to diplomatic action with Robert Bumaro to collect SCP-6019 description "Menokropololitis" and institute an invasion of the "Nebro's gate" Neo Sarkic community in Siberia, to collect the original "Giah-Rex". (05-8) APPROVE DENY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 APPROVED - 7 for, 6 Against, 0 abstaining. Relavant Media Clippings. Deer College Odyssey The Buck Stops Here THREE PORTLANDS 7th of August, 1962. FREE OR ELSE BUMARO INVADES SARKIC SECT FIVE CONFIRMED DEAD, SARKIC COMMUNITY IN SHOCK APPELEXIA TIMES Above Western Germany 15C ★★★TUESDAY, August 11 1962★★★ SCP and Broken God Summit, GOC mediating Communication between O5-2 and O5-8, 28th July 1962 Eight, Apologies that I had to leave New York before I could speak with Bumaro. Our projects into religion have turned over many rocks that should have been left alone, and I had to deal with the fallout of discovery in Argentina. I have gleaned the major Geopolitical details involved in your meeting, but I have gained nothing on the status of SCP-6019. Did you manage to discuss it with Bumaro? Sincerely; Two. Communication between O5-8 and O5-2, 1st of August, 1962 Two, SCP-6019, was, in fact, the last thing I and Bumaro discussed. He was clearly of two minds about the object and had diligently collected the fifth of the Great Discoveries from the archives of his church. Upon meeting on the deck of the SCPS Apollyon, he looked at the box which he was keeping it in, apparently deeply uncomfortable. I finally brought it up in the closing hours, as he was preparing to leave. He handed it to us, and, strangely whispered into my ear. I will quote him verbatim. "Now you must be aware of why this was removed from the canon. Though aiding our discussions with Mekhane, its cost was too great. As a church, we are also a church of science, and the findings of our forefathers concerned them. This ritual … it leads you to the mind made solid … to the kingdom built by Yaldabaoth. It is an unholy place, and any information gleaned from it is tainted. The world it leads to is disease incarnate - natural, yes, but horrible … disgusting … dangerous. I hope you eventually feel the same." And then he left. One final thing; during the discussions we gained operational purview over a Heretic of the Church, Guillermo De Kristan. He fell out of favour with the church after using SCP-6019. Given that we have currently no reliable method of performing 6019, his expertise may be useful. Sincerely; Eight. Note from Dr Guillermo De Christian to the Containment Investigation, Conception and Documentation Archive (CICADA)3 in August 1962 The abandoned entrance structure to Site-102 (image was included alongside the caption "new home") before its demolition and replacement in 1964. Apparently, as an official HCML supervisor, assigned to SCP-6019 no less, I can write these now. I do not feel like an HCML supervisor - and I doubt O5-8 or anyone else really considers me one. I was thrown into this place against my will, and I will continue to be here because, by a fluke of history, I had the information the Foundation needed. Perhaps Bumaro is right, and this is God's punishment for my Heresy. The foundation does not realise that the Giah-Rex is a ritual that requires careful preparation, practice and skill to achieve. One cannot pull out an instruction manual from an archeological dig and assume that is all they need to perform it - it may work once or twice, but consistency is a challenge people of their kind aren't up for. I have proposed a change to the standard form of experimentation on SCP-6019. I can only hope O5-8 approves it. - Dr De Kristan. 3. Experiment Log EXPERIMENT 6019-2334 Aim: To determine the effects of SCP-6019 Materials: Personal Items A large, hollow stainless steel sphere, to cover personal items 170 ml of blood, from both a Moray Eel and a Levantine Viper. The name of a friend, written onto a piece of paper. A handful of soil from "the northern shore of a lake of salt" - Soil from the Ural Sea was used. A world map, with a point north of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, Russia5 marked onto it in blood. One D-class subject (D-9945 selected) and 3 researchers contributing. Three sensory deprivation devices.6 Method: The items above were arranged, and SCP-6019 was performed. D-9945 was instructed to relay all he saw while in SCP-6019-1. Results: Documentation of EXPERIMENT SCP-6019-001 is attached below. TRANSCRIPT - 6019-001 < BEGIN LOG > [Feed begins as SCP-6019 is being prepared. D-9945 uses 4 personal items - a diamond wedding ring; a crucifix necklace; a worn teddy bear; and a commemorative Australian pound7. A large stainless steel sphere is wheeled into the room by JR Henry, and D-9945 grabs it from her, holding it just above his personal items.] Dr. De Kristan: Place the sphere down as instructed. [D-9945 puts the sphere over his items. before suddenly recoiling, and groping around the room.] Dr. De Kristan: What can you see? D-9945: Please … oh god it's… I don't know. Dr. De Kristan: [to JR Henry] 3 minutes until we end the test. JR Henry: Got it. [D-9945 suddenly sits still, remaining in the same spot for 3 minutes, until JR Henry removes the metal sphere.] POST EXPERIMENT TRANSCRIPT - 6019-002 Interviewer: Dr Guillermo De Kristan. Interviewee: D-9945 < BEGIN LOG > [Feed begins as D-9945 sits slumped in his chair Dr De Kristan sits down. D-9945 does not make eye contact.] Dr. De Kristan: Good evening, D-9945. Are you okay? [pauses] I understand it can be a little frightening the first time around. D-9945: Not frightening … beau - no … not beautiful either. It was … I can't even describe it. Dr. De Kristan: Please do as best as you can. D-9945: I woke up … in, it was like a garden. Around me … around me … there was a forest. The trees stretched on into infinity, with every angle, every leaf visible at once. I was in a clearing … the grass - It looked … I can't describe it, but it felt … hairy - wet, like fur. I could see behind the forest, too, but it might have been above. I don't know, the ground, it kind of bent into a sphere or a cylinder, before abruptly disappearing. Around the edge, around the edge was this city - or like a factory, I couldn't tell. I saw the smoke - coming from the city, in plumes, as if something was being made there. All I could tell was that the factory was abhorrent … a scar on the earth. Then I saw it. Dr. De Kristan: What do you mean by "it"? D-9945: It was … like alive, I don't know. Whenever I looked at it my head began to scream … it was - kind of changing like someone was blinking and each time they did it was replaced by something else. It was a deer with 10 heads and 50 horns; then a man huddled into a dark shadow; then an inverted crucifix of flesh with a woman melted into it; then something that looked vaguely human, but with too many limbs, and a slab for ahead … and then it settled. It looked like … maybe 40 or 50 heads fused into two rings, each orbiting around a point of energy … that … the colour. There was a colour in it, just around the highlights. I don't think the colour was from this earth. [D-9945 begins to weep] D-9945: De Kristan? I … I think I was in Eden. The garden … its majesty was too beautiful for human eyes to comprehend … but, the thing inside it … it wasn't a creation of God … it wasn't even satan. Whatever that … thing … was … it was a dark thing … a thing that even the greatest of lights couldn't overcome. I don't know what you think it is … but please … I implore you. It was a scar - on nature. I need you to make it heal. < END LOG > 4. Assorted Documentation (Cont.) Excerpts from the Diary of Dr Guillermo De Kristan. August 28th 1962 This test surprised me. We used the final ritual from the "Giah-Rex", that O5-8 had got Bumaro to wrangle. It was apparently made by Karcist Ion himself, and I see no reason to doubt it, but one would expect that, even by fluke, Ion's rite would have caused the user to be pro-Yaldabaoth in a sense. I thought for a second that something else had replaced Yaldabaoth, but that didn't make much sense. I thought I was the only one.. Best not write that, this is surely being read. August 31st 1962 I suggested to O5-8 that we should test on different religious backgrounds. D-9945 identified as a Christian so that affecting his perception of the entity was plausible. Eight looked incredulous. Of course, he'd been reading my diary - of course, I fucking knew it. That look, on his face, he knew that wasn't why I was testing it. He was perfectly happy in only telling me that in a facial expression, though. … 3rd September 1962 We've tested people from a variety of different religious groups. Out of the 99 test subjects, we found that the entity, when using derivatives of Karcist Ion's original text, is viewed highly positively concerning religious belief systems originating from Siberia, whereas both Asian and European belief systems view it negatively. The correlation between the historical extent of Sarkicism and the Church of the Broken God and views on this entity is too much of a coincidence to ignore. Excerpt from the Diary of O5-8 17th September 1962, We know who massacred the Sarkic Community near Khoylat Syakhl, and it terrifies me. A police raid on a warehouse in Portsmouth, NH revealed a religious organisation named the "Children of the Scarlet King" - an apocalypse cult that created several anomalous items. An item within the warehouse - A small wooden door made into a Massachusetts brownstone frame, which was quickly identified as anomalous by an embedded foundation agent. Deeper into the warehouse; 7 women were found chained to a wall, all pregnant. After recovery, the first women went into labour, and the Piscataqua river turned blood red, expanding to flood nearby neighbourhoods. We realised that something had happened when our embedded agent's radio began to emit the sound of birdsong and rushing water. 993 had died within the town before we could contain the disaster. Within the warehouse, which was partially damaged in the flood, we found three texts of value. Containment of the 7 children was instituted according to guidelines found in a text designated the "Erikesh Codex", which we have altered slightly into "Procedure 110-Montauk", a grizzly affair for which I have luckily only heard sparse details about. A few written letters have confirmed this Group's involvement in the Khoylat Syakhl attack, and a few other less publicised massacres, amounting to 1200 deaths. And finally, by a twist of luck, an original description of SCP-6019. This intrigues me. Mounting evidence suggests that the Children of the Scarlet King, while the most violent of the bunch, are not the only group that worship the scarlet king. Possession of the original "Final Kingdom of Saklas," as well as further information on the belief systems of this group, could prove invaluable in our explorations of SCP-6019. When we locate another group worshipping the "Scarlet King", I'll be sure to use one of the believers for insight. Relevant Newspaper Clipping. APPELEXIA TIMES Above Tasman Sea 26C ★★★THURSDAY, September 20 1962★★★ Foundation Raid on Scarlet King Sect The Site of the Raid, Malta (photo credit SCP Foundation) Officials from the SCP Foundation have reported that MTF-Epsilon 6 "Village Idiots" partook in a night-time raid of a religious stronghold in Malta. The official source stated that "No injuries were reported, and one individual was voluntarily moved into foundation custody." The raid followed an anomalous disaster in Portsmouth, New Hampshire with a confirmed death toll of 993. The disaster was linked to a newly discovered religious sect worshipping an entity known as the "Scarlet King". Foundation sources stated that "immediate suppression of [groups worshipping the Scarlet King] was the only way to ensure the prevention of further similar [events]". they also claimed that "immediate diplomatic and peaceful negotiations" would begin with "Non-violent religious sects." The affected stronghold was the meeting place of a sect known as the "Orthodox Church of the Scarlet King", which, in its first public announcement stated that "we believe that the raid on our facility was in error, and are beginning negotiations with the Foundation to reduce hostilities." They further stated that "Despite worshipping the same god, we do not associate with the [Children of the Scarlet King] and mourn for the loss of life they have caused. We acknowledge the great service to humanity the SCP Foundation has done, and hope to cooperate with them in service of knowledge of our religious practices." 5. Interview Log INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT - 6019-1344 Foreword: In September 1962, a member of the Orthodox Church of the Scarlet King (henceforth designated Poi-6430) was brought in to advise the SCP-6019 team. Dr Guillermo De Kristan performed a preliminary interview with Poi-6430 to determine the theological interpretations of SCP-6019 by the Church of the Scarlet King. Interviewer: Dr Guillermo De Kristan Interviewee: Poi-6430 (Johnathan Henry Kalam) < BEGIN LOG > Dr De Kristan: Greetings, sir. I'm glad you volunteered to talk with us. Poi-6340: [pauses] Greetings. It is a …. courtesy, to aid you in your search for knowledge. Dr De Kristan: I see. I must first ask you if you have heard of a particular religious ritual known as the "Giah-Rex"? Poi-6340: Of course. The Giah-Rex was used by the first scholars of Erikesh to commune with Saklas, may his name be venerated, and it has been in constant use since then by the worshippers of the Scarlet King, Saklas, the Devourer - the general entity goes by many names, and it is called that for many reasons. I will talk about those names later if you wish to hear them. But I digress, The ritual leads us to the realm of "Cosmos" - known to some as "Verus Mendacio", which is said to lie within the Nevermeant, or upon the tree of life - the specific details are unknown and irrelevant. It is accessing Cosmos which allows us to commune with Saklas, or, in rare cases, Nebro or Mekhane. It is the basis of our scripture and teachings, but it is also a matter of immense care. Dr De Kristan: I see, you may - wait … Nebro? I've heard that term applied to Yaldabaoth. I was once a part of [he cuts himself off] - I don't even remember where I heard it. But it's there, in my mind. Poi-6340: Yaldabaoth is a name mostly used by the Sarkic groups. The name originated from the Proto-Sarkic gnostic communities in Greece, referring to the Proto-Sarkic Yalda for "creator or ruler", and Baok - "seven" and oath "Archon". We don't consider Yaldabaoth or Mekhane to be evil per se, but they are the least important of the Trinity of Urges. Yaldabaoth represents the urge of Thesis, the natural order instituted by IS, and its dark brother, as well as by Yaldabaoth itself. This urge is the root cause of all-natural suffering - disease, famine, etc … It's opposed by the Urge of Antithesis, reason, rationality, and control over nature - the root cause of all manmade suffering. This urge was instituted by Mekhane after he granted intelligence to humans. What we aim for is known as the urge of synthesis, the goal of Saklas and ideally a merging between the excessive bodily alteration and value of rationality over all else of Mekhane, with the veneration of disease and irrationality by Nebro. Dr De Kristan: How can you call Saklas benevolent when it's responsible for Portsmouth? For those 993 deaths? We've seen Saklas, in the pit behind that door. It isn't benevolent, it is horrifying. Poi-6340: I remember you. Dr De Kristan: What? Poi-6340: There was a controversy over you back in the church. Most groups worshipping Saklas, may his name be forever venerated, are staunchly opposed to the execution of heretics - why we were opposed to the Children of Scarlet King from the start. Knowing that you had used the Giah-Rex, there was a debate over whether we should save you from the Mekhanite execution you were destined for. Some thought it meant our long-lasting secrecy would come to an end, and over one life no less, but others thought that no matter its effects it would be the moral thing to do. You were the first Mekhane lover in 1000 years to use the Rex. I believed that we should have let you die. [pauses] The church eventually settled on that, too. [Silence on record.] Dr De Kristan: This-this doesn't answer my question. Poi-6340: Saklas. He saved you from execution. Your views on things are, as common for a Mekhane lover, incredibly binary. Did you stop to think that, perhaps, the Scarlet king could be capable of great good and great evil? Dr De Kristan: Why do you worship him, then - if he is capable of evil? Poi-6340: Would you not venerate and support a great leader regardless of his poor decisions? Everything has two sides, doctor, even you. Saklas has two sides: the Scarlet King, the benevolent, and The Devourer, the malevolent. I'm sure you'd be interested in these essences, but I warn you, it isn't a story often told in our ranks. Telling it forces you to be careful with names. It used to be told more often, but something changed, decades ago. Dr De Kristan: This doesn't seem relevant, but continue. A photograph of the Extra-nomenclative space described herein. Poi-6340: Thank you. In the days before the flood, in the chaos caused by the fall of Audapaupadopolis, a lord, the King in Crimson Robes first split himself into his two essences, just as IS and IS NOT had been split into a multitude of questions and paragons. The Devourer had grown enraged by its connection to the Scarlet King, and the Scarlet King likewise was saddened to see itself capable of great evil, so it vowed to find a way to split itself. It ventured into the endless grove, where the nameless reside and convinced - No, that isn't right. What is convinced didn't have a name, but it was made of names, and it took two names from the King in Crimson Robes. These were the names of its essences, and taking them and putting them intoblo that forsaken forest freed them. The King in Crimson robes lost its name in the process and journeyed for decades to find the name of the old slain titan, Saklas, artisan of the world. The Devourer stole the name for himself but found the name Sakas had come to refer both to him, and the Scarlet king. The hatred between the two entities grew, The Devourer causing great atrocities, and The Scarlet King giving great gifts to humanity. The Devourer began building new and vast hells on new planets, his corruption extending through the plateaus and mountains, like a whisper on the wind. Despots kept power because the Devourer starved their people into submission, and Peaceful rulers fell because the Devourer corrupted their hearts and minds with greed. It was the Children of the Night who caused his downfall. Dr De Kristan: Children of the Night? Poi-6340: They were an old race, humanoid, just as intelligent as us, but larger, covered in grisled fur. I don't know what created them, but they suddenly gained incredible power some time ago. They built the most powerful weapons, strongest militaries and most powerful lines of infrastructure in the decades after they appeared. Apparently, no one thought of them as much of a threat. No exploration was really made into their territories, and the arrogance of their leaders blinded them to the threat they faced. They started expanding suddenly, and all at once, and nation after nation fell. In each nation, the Devourer sat, taking the form of a king, or a reformer or any number of powerful people. And as the Children's army came tearing through blockade after blockade, defensive after defensive, the Devourer sewed disunity, with countries collapsing into chaos before the Childen even arrived. Who knows if the children would have gained so much power if not for him? And the Scarlet King was enraged. The Humanity which had been carefully built over centuries to work in harmony had been swatted by a larger force and subjugated in an instant. The only bastion of power was the nation of Erikesh. Its king had gained a weapon - called by various names. Some called it the Godless Lance. Some called it the Golden Arrow. But what is agreed is that the weapon held back the Children for decades. As The Devourer looked upon the waves of slaughter from both sides, he felt, for the first time, guilt over his actions. And then he collapsed into madness and greed, horrified that any of the Scarlet Kings essences lay in him. The Scarlet King called upon the people of Erikesh, and, using the Erikeshan weapon, lead The Devourer to Æshtyr. The Scarlet King then called upon his archangels, who volunteered to contain him. The Warriors of Erikesh volunteered the Godless Lance - or whatever you want to call it and killed the archangels. Then, with the bones, he formed great chains and trapped The Devourer for eternity. Dr De Kristan: If The Devourer is trapped in … whatever that place was … what caused the Disaster in Portsmouth? Poi-6340: There are two theories. One, which I doubt, claims that the Scarlet King was responsible for those children, and possibly helped build the door. Those who argue for it mostly come from the Holy Church of the Scarlet King, who hold that the splitting of the King in Crimsons essence was the evilest act in history. The Holy Church expands the belief in thesis, antithesis, and synthesis from merely a relation between the urges established by these entities, to facets of the universe in themselves. They hold that synthesis exists in everything, and cannot be removed, and that synthesis is strongest when elements are in balance. It relies on a scripturally muddy view of the urges as a spectrum, and hence, adherents of the Holy church are sometimes called Priverzhentsy Spektra8 - Russian for "Adherents to the Spectrum". Since, in their view, the opposing parts of a whole always exist in something, and cannot be removed, that The Scarlet King must, though uncommonly, be capable of Great Evil. Of course, their evidence for this is weak, mostly citing the small moments of guilt The Devourer felt after letting the Children of the Night subjugate humanity. I see no reason to believe that this goes both ways. Dr De Kristan: And what do you think? Poi-6340: I don't know. I cannot speak of matters above our understanding. The rest of my group will tell you the Children were tricked, that they fell victim to some grand cosmic ruse. Dr De Kristan: "Grand Cosmic Ruse" - can you elaborate? Henry Rubrum, 1959 Poi-6340: The Children of the Scarlet King were a strange few. I was paying attention to them as a fringe group during my time in the Orthodox Church. They were founded in the 1800s as a restorationist sect - known as the Society of the Golden Arrow, holding that The Scarlet King had specifically intended for Erikesh to be the last to fall to the Children of the Night, and for that purpose granted them the "Golden Arrow" to defend from attack. Eventually, its founder, Theodore A. Rubrum died in an industrial accident. It was renamed the "Children of The Scarlet King" by the new leader, Henry Rubrum, and eventually, efforts to convert Theodore's preachings into a text named the "Erikesh Codex" began. Back then, all adherents to the Scarlet King lived in secrecy, so too much conflict between the groups was impossible, but both the Orthodox and Holy Church Authorities had been closely observing them. The status quo ideal of keeping secrecy bound them, and they had, with good reason, concerns that the Children would break that order in favour of religious expansion. Despite this, many of their views were not bizarre in Church senses, and so their influence expanded. At their peak, they had a few thousand members and had purchased from Marshall, Carter and Dark a description of the Giah-Rex which formed the basis of the modern movement. Henry Rubrum used this text to commune with Saklas regularly, and eventually, he heard from the entity that Synthesis was impossible. The Scarlet King had apparently told Rubrum of three laws - the law of blood, of concrete, and Howling. The law of Blood was claimed to be the natural order - that of violence, disease, hierarchy, disorder. The Law of Concrete was instituted by humans - it's a discount urge of antithesis, but they take the extreme position that any human interaction with nature constitutes the law of blood. The law of howling is the inability for these to exist in synthesis. Rubrum and the few devoted followers who stayed in the group when it began to claim these things believed that the existence of humanity, anywhere, violated the law of howling. They called on what they thought was the scarlet king, and, kidnapping 7 girls, impregnating them with all manners of horrors and disasters. The Orthodox Church had built up a network of Spies within many smaller Sects, the Children Included, and an embedded agent described the blasphemy. The Church was trying to sort it out as they turned their guns on Khoylat Syakl. I don't think the inhabitants of Khoylat Syakl had done any particular slight against the Children, but both the Mekhanites and Sarkics were the focus of an undeclared holy war between the Children. Syakl was the first real battle, and in retaliation, the GRU and Sarkic groups agreed to an alliance. Rubrum had not been expecting this, and as such declared that the war would continue when the first child had given birth. I'm guessing Orthodox Church leaders then decided to call in the foundation, knowing of your ambitious policy of research into the Giah-Rex. Dr De Kristan: And how do you know all this - the history of the Children, of the Holy War, of … everything? Why would a church … or any organisation for that matter, reveal its spy networks, or these great horrors to its worshippers? Poi-6340: The Foundation has rubbed its ways onto you, Volutaar9 De Kristan. Dr De Kristan: Volutaar … who told you? Not even O5-8 was told of it - not until - [pauses] - he was not told, how do you know? Poi-6340: Ahh … I will reveal this, and I am sure you will be interested, but first, let me explain. Not every organisation deals in secrecy - not even all secret organisations, mind you. The worshippers of the Scarlet King were forced into secrecy during the age of the Catholic Church, and it was, until recent events, a matter of unquestioned loyalty to the church and tradition to keep information within the church itself. Of course, some broke these traditions, but we ensured that the reward for breaking secrecy never outweighed the inevitable punishment. Anyone in the church could have found this out. But I am getting ahead of myself. On the day of the massacre of Kholyat Saykl, the higher-ups in the Maltese Orthodox Church declared, unanimously, alongside the other arms of the Orthodox and Holy churches, declared the Children of the Scarlet King a threat to the secrecy of the Church. That day, I went into the Maltese records, which are extensive, and I learned of the history of the group, and I was concerned. While the use of the Giah-Rex had been extensive within our church, the authorities have always warned of its unreliability. As above, so below. The world of Cosmos, it - echos our own. As Saklas in the lower dimensions is one entity split in twain, so it is in cosmos. The body we call Saklas, which resides in Cosmos - its final glorious Kingdom, it can be both the Scarlet King and The Devourer, and you can never tell which. I fear that when Saklas spoke to Rubrum it was not The Scarlet King speaking, but The Devourer. The Devourer longs to return to this world - it fashions itself the benevolent god of this place. It lied to Rubrum, saying it was The Scarlet King, and about the law of Howling, and he believed it. The Devourer is pushing on the barriers in this world, and whenever the 7 chains holding him breaks … I don't like to think about it. The end of the world would be a mercy compared to what it would bring about. The suffering caused would affect every facet of silly life and endless. SCP-2317-Prime, believed to be the location referred to as Æshtyr Dr De Kristan: So, no change then. [laughs] Poi-6340: You jest, but you make a good point. After seeing how such an entity can trick so many, I wonder, has everything I've lived and believed a trick, an illusion? Was Saklas ever really split? Or has for aeons past and aeons future will he continue to trick humanity in an elaborate ruse, laughing at the little ants walking forward and back, little cogs in a machine much larger than they can fathom. If The Devourer was such a cause of great suffering, and it was really trapped in Æshtyr, what explains the suffering we see today? Is he really trapped? Will his being free change anything? Forgive me for my blasphemy. Dr De Kristan: I understand the feeling. I was in a relatively high rank in Nebros Gate, a relatively powerful sect of Sarkicism, a relatively powerful religious organisation. We venerated disease, and when a great plague ran through our camp, our leader, Karcist Salak, was convinced our connection to Yaldabaoth would grant us immunity to the disease. Whatever happened … I don't know. The plague ran through the camp, and death littered the streets. I barely survived, my skin bruising and blotching, peeling in paces, coughing, screaming. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced. I ran from the camp and … and the pain was too great. I left the camp behind … and I walked dying into the city - it was Madrid, I remember it clearly. I was in great pain, and, having heard of the great hospitals in humanities, which I was told violated Yaldabaoth, I asked a man to help me, but I couldn't speak Spanish, and so he pulled me into his car and took me to the hospital. I don't know what he thought I had done with myself, but eventually, we arrived, and the staff tried to fix me up. It was close, I heard, but eventually, I had recovered. I lapsed in and out of consciousness in the hospital, but I remember one thing clearly. I was sitting in the hospital, in a ball, blood and pus covering the damp sheet, clinging to me, enormous fucking tube in my mouth, keeping me breathing. And I looked up, just for a moment, and saw Karcist Salak sitting on the side of my bed, crumpled like wet tissue, clinging weakly to the bed. I … I don't know how he did it but the rush of nurses and doctors from around the ICU failed to notice him and … fuck. I thought of him as a god … I thought he could do anything. All he said to me was "I thought I respected you. Now I know you're a quitter. A fucking quitter." And then he died. When I got out of the hospital, I tried to rectify my faith. I thought maybe the teachings of Modern Sarkicism weren't right, that I had to look back to the traditions of the past. I looked into the Giah-Rex, a decanonized rite that used to form the basis of the religion. It had been removed from the canon after a few religious leaders realised its discovery was by rationality and reason, and not obviously divinely inspired. I looked into it, finding a translation of the original "Giah-Rex", and I tried it. The entity I saw there, maybe it was Yaldabaoth, maybe it wasn't, disgusted me. I thought that maybe the Church of the Broken God had the answers, that nature was disgusting. It was after a while I realised that it was horrible, too. I've never felt this alone, and scared. No meaning I've ever assigned to this world has lasted. It's not meant for us. I … I just want a way to find humanity a place somewhere else. A place where we can affect the course of history, where we aren't just cogs in a machine. I know that might sound insane. Poi-6340: It isn't insane, Guillermo. It isn't insane. [pauses] I have one last thing to say to you. I don't want to do this, but if I don't, someone will and without my warnings and caution in the matter. After the massacre of Khoylat Saykl, I used the Giah-Rex, talking with Saklas for the first time. He said that he had chosen me for a task. He described, in detail, the upcoming Foundation raid on the complex. He instructed me to turn myself over to the Foundation, and give them three things. He showed me how to perform the Giah-Rex without anyone else. I don't understand the mechanics … how, but I tested it, and it works. The method also allows for one to record and, essentially, film the events occurring within Cosmos. The second thing he told me was a set of coordinates. He said that I would meet you, a man who has gone from Sarkicism to the Church of the Broken God, and then, finally, to the Foundation itself, and that when I met you I should hand them over. I wrote them down afterwards and had been memorising them. And then, finally, he said for me to tell you this truth. The Giah-Rex is an important artefact in many religions because it, by nature, creates and destroys religions. There are two types of nootic religions - those that stagnate and those that crash. Wherever the Rex is present, these forces will collide. The Children of the Scarlet King crashed. Sarkicism and the other major religions stagnated. Soon they will be replaced by a new set of religions, scriptures, and tenants. "Be ready for it, he said". The final thing I will say did not come from Saklas, but it is as grave and important a warning as always. I cannot know whether the entity that spoke to me was the Scarlet King or The Devourer. What I am preparing you for, which I do not even comprehend, could be a great good or a great evil. Keep steady on your path. And be careful. Good luck. < END LOG > 6. Investigative Conclusions The following log, recorded between O5-8 and Dr Guillermo De Kristan at Miskatonic University's "Williams Room". It constituted an informal summary of the findings of De Kristan's report into SCP-6019. The "Williams Room", Officially the Frederick Williams Meeting Room, within the Occult Studies wing of Miskatonic University < BEGIN LOG > [O5-8 is seated, sipping from a glass of vintage shiraz. Sunlight pours into the room from its iconic windows. A storm is seen brewing on the horizon. His phone rings.] O5-8: Hello? [A pause] Err … yes, I see. [he pauses for a moment, listening to the voice on the other end] Send a team after him … yes … thank you. [He puts the phone back on the desk, pouring another glass of Shiraz, and ringing a handbell. A well-dressed butler appears from the left of the frame.] O5-8: Deeds? Pour another glass. And call in De Kristan. I hoped I wouldn't have to do this so soon. Butler: As you wish sir. [The Butler a glass from his coat, pouring another glass of Shiraz. O5-8 moves his chair back and takes another sip of his Shiraz. The butler presses a button on the portable phone case. His voice becomes visible over the intercom. Butler: Would Dr Guillermo De Kristan please come to the Williams Room for a meeting, I repeat, Dr Guillermo De Kristan. [The butler exits.] [IRRELEVANT DETAIL REMOVED] [Dr De Kristan enters, appearing dishevelled. He sees O5-8, and is visibly shocked.] O5-8: Sit down, Guillermo. I've poured you a glass. Vintage, 1911 - I believe. Lovely stuff. Shame it has to go to such an occasion. Dr De Kristan: O5-8, sir, I don't understand. Why do you want me here? O5-8: This project … well the foundation prides itself on values … organisation, efficiency, et cetera. And the Overseers represent that. They see one loose end, one dollar gone to waste, and they will pounce. This is sometimes a good thing but … well, I don't think our project of boundless exploration of theology, and religion, and these undoubtedly fascinating things can go on. In the view of the council, SCP-231 and Portsmouth was a mess caused by our snooping into things best left unanswered. The SCP-6019 project directly leads to the discovery of 231 and the subsequent cessation of Procedure 110-Montauk. They realise that eventually the Children would have stopped the procedure, and helped on the birth of these world-ending threats, but the hasty release of BLACKBIRD could have been prevented if our research into the Children was more organic. We've had nothing they care about to show for the 6019 projects, and, with recent events, they've become convinced the massive sums of money we've put into 6019 have been a detriment, not a benefit. If someone seriously considered ending the project, they would easily have enough votes to shoot it down. So, I'm ending it on my own terms. Dr De Kristan: What … what? I've made so much progress … we've found a new and interesting method of performing 6019 - we can record 6019-1 directly, we've done so much … for this? I have already made breakthroughs on the nature of 6019, and I am on the verge of more. This can't be right. Surely you can convince the council, somebody, that 6019 is worth fighting for? O5-8: It's just not happening. I'm sorry. I can get you another job at 102, but that's the best I can do. After today, I have a feeling I may have fallen out of favour with the council. Dr De Kristan: What do you mean? Shouldn't they be happy you shut down 6019 if they hate it so much? O5-8: Your D-Class, 9945 had been building a following for weeks. He had been preaching to others, staff, other D class, everyone, about his new religion. I didn't want to distract you from work on 6019, so I didn't tell you - [De Kristan opens his mouth to protest, but O5-8 raises his hand] and now he and few others got out. It's an embarrassment, and the council, ever searching for justification to defund our investigations into 6019, have cited 6019 as the cause of this disaster. As they look for 9945, and as they inevitably keep on looking, they'll be sure to blame this on me and you. I need to contain the damage for this, and so shutting down 6019 is the best way. If I may, can you summarise your findings, at present? Hopefully, this all didn't go to waste. Dr De Kristan: Yes … Yes sir. 05-8: You may call me Eight, Guillermo. You've earned it. Dr De Kristan: Thank … thank you, Sir - Eight, sir. Well … in summary, SCP-6019 acts via a powerful conceptual lock between the items of the ritual, the practitioner, and the other individuals involved in the ritual. The items of the ritual are conceptually linked to the user, by using personal items and a few thaumic components, and then the items are covered. As the three helpers imagine the items under the cover, they are imagining the person through the conceptual lock. This somehow actually puts the user into the minds of the three helpers. 6019-1 is the collective noosphere of humanity built up by everyone on the planet. When you are transferred there, as it is completely and literally an imaginary world, the details of the world change depending on the context of the ritual, and they also reflect reality. In the words of Johnathan Henry Kalam, as above, so below. O5-8: If I do not misunderstand, is that why marking points on a map can allow you to … er… meet with certain noospheric entities? For instance, the coordinates used in both Sarkic and Church of the Broken God variants of the rite corresponds to SCP-5001. Is the literal body represented by the personal items by the conceptual lock, being placed, literally in these locations, before being abstracted into 6019-1 by placing the cover over them? Dr De Kristan: You could say that, sir. O5-8: I see. So Bumaro was right, then. Dr De Kristan: In a sense, yes he was. But it's important to not discount the immense amount of research still needed on the subject. O5-8: I recognise it, but I don't think I can get the council to my side. It's over. Dr De Kristan: I'm sorry it had to end this way. O5-8: Me too. [He raises his glass] O5-8: To … knowledge. Dr De Kristan: To knowledge. [They drink before Dr De Kristan stands up to leave.] Dr De Kristan: And one last thing, eight? O5-8: Ask away. Dr De Kristan: Kalam mentioned a set of coordinates. Where did they lead? O5-8: Oh … just some patch of sea near India. I'll give you the full coordinates. Maybe you'll make a connection that I haven't. [They both exit.] < END LOG > 7. Incident Report: On the 7th of January 1963, the planned final meeting of SCP-6019 research teams went as planned, with the team meeting at Research and Containment Site-102 for a small luncheon. After the luncheon, 7 staff - led by Dr Guillermo De Kristan left to the SCP-6019 designated testing chamber to remove their equipment from their labs. At 2:00 PM a staff member was reported absent from an assigned duty, and a Junior Researcher was sent to the designated testing chamber to check for them. Upon arrival, the researcher found all 7 staff, dead, lying around a makeshift setup of SCP-6019. A recording of SCP-6019-1 produced according to methods gained from Poi-6340 was found at the scene. This log has been transcribed in its entirety below. > BEGIN LOG < Frame 1681 [For 13 seconds, no usable video is recorded. Muffled sounds resembling footsteps are heard. The feed suddenly switches, showing a distorted and stretched landscape in all directions. A patchwork of homes, cities and farms extends towards a central point. Several houses missing walls, roofs, and some are completely unrecognisable. The camera momentarily turns, pointing at a man of apparent Indian descent looking out of the window of a church. The man wipes his brow with a napkin, before moving from the window. The camera points to the bottom of the church, where the first-floor wall is missing. A memorial to another man is seen at the bottom, with bouquets and a small picture sitting on a table. The camera pans back, momentarily stopping to look through the doors into the church.] Dr Henry Lancet10: Where are we? Dr De Kristan: Where it all began. Our world is broken, Henry. So much death … violence. We were not made for it. We were made for here. This place, our minds, anything is possible. It was the first gods who removed us from here, from paradise. They wanted control, power. Dr Henry Lancet: How do you know? Dr De Kristan: Have you seen the great suffering inflicted by that world? By … by "reality." These gods, you think them benevolent, but how could such a benevolent God allow such suffering. I know the truth, and I know how to secure our future in paradise. I need you to trust me. Dr Anne Ozymandias11: This is weird, Guillermo. You can take me to wherever you want to go, but, at least, let me opt-out. Dr De Kristan: … Fine. Let's go. I've been through this place already, but it might be a bit different. [The group continues down a street, which is built from hundreds of different materials. Crowds of people manifest and demanifest over certain materials. A child, separated from its parents, is seen in the crowd. It blankly stares at De Kristan before demanifesting. They continue. As they turn a corner, an area resembling a slum is seen, smoke rising from within. ] Dr De Kristan: In there. [The group enters the slum. The crowds inside are panicked, running through the slums as faceless entities in firefighters uniform push through the crowd. The camera turns to show a man and a firefighter crowding behind a soot-covered and severely burnt body. The man is crying and yells at the firefighter. The audio produced is illegible. The camera turns forward and shows a massive fire. At a point on the street, the fire suddenly cuts off, reaching a line. An unrecognisable shape sits after charred by fire above the street. The cobblestone on the ground pulses and flows like water. De Kristan motions to the group, who jump into the flowing street. The camera falls in, passing through the street. The feed suddenly shows all seven on a fishing boat, with a large blank point in the ocean behind them. Two glowing yellow orbs are visible above the point, orbiting around each other. As they orbit, a sound resembling a turbine is heard.] Dr De Kristan: Oh … it's beautiful. You should count yourself lucky. This is the first place, the first piece of mind in which IS resided. That void … that is where the world emerged from. The perfect land of our mind. And, once we return to it, we will be with IS, living for eternity in paradise. Are you excited? [Dr Lancet spits on De Kristan, who recoils.] Dr Lancet: Guillermo. You're insane. This was meant to be the final test of 6019 … not … this. [He points to the void.] How do you know any of what you're saying is true? Dr De Kristan: Can you not see its beauty with your own eyes? Do you not trust it? Dr Lancet: It … it isn't beautiful Guillermo, it's disgusting. I'm getting out of here. Dr De Kristan: NO! This is for your own good. [Dr De Kristan kicks Lancet in the chest. He falls to the ground in pain, grasping his stomach.] Dr De Kristan: It's for your own good. [The sound of engines is heard, before screaming. The camera turns to face behind itself, showing the burning slums. The screen goes dark.] Frame 204,998 Frame 205,098 < END LOG > Following this incident, reports of unexplained shared memories began to appear within fishing communities on the Bay of Bengal, affecting an estimated 230,000 people. The most common shared memory involved the affected individual in hospital, apparently with a degenerative skin disease. 78% of affected subjects have claimed that a man, also infected by the disease sat in front of or on the hospital bed. Of the 11 speakers of Proto-Sarkic who make this claim, all but one have claimed that the man said "I thought I respected you, but now I know you're a quitter. A fucking quitter." Footnotes 1. Saklians are adherents to the Holy Church of the Scarlet King 2. Referring to the description of SCP-6019 produced by Grand Karcist Ion, not SCP-6019 in general 3. A foundation Historical Record designed to categorise the containment history of certain anomalies. Anomalies acting HCML supervisor, if necessary, may submit a description of a containment update, and the reasoning behind it, for later use. 4. Several other, largely unsuccessful attempts, occurred prior to Experiment 233. 5. (56.211█████████, 158.692█████████), 6. Sensory deprivation devices have been shown to increase the viable period of SCP-6019 7. This experiment occurred before decimalisation in 1966 8. приверженцы спектра 9. In Sarkic Communities, a Volutaar is an advisor to a Karcist. 10. Experimental Supervisor, SCP-6019. 11. Head, Translation Team, SCP-6019 |
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For the assistance of translators: Fragment 1 Fragment 2 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6020 Level1 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6020 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-171 Chiaki Mori Dr. Raphael Nasmyth N/A Special Containment Procedures: Initially, a Biological Research Unit (Bio Unit J4-78, aka “Honeysuckle”) was established to study and maintain the security of SCP-6020. However, following an extensive evaluation of SCP-6020-A’s beneficial properties, Bio-Unit J4-88 was subsequently expanded and re-designated as Site-171.1 As such, SCP-6020 and SCP-6020-A are protected from discovery or disruption by standard Foundation Site security measures. SCP-6020-A is to be maintained at a diameter of between 6,000 meters and 6,500 meters at all time, with appropriate adjustments made to gardening schedules whenever necessary. A wooded area has been planted around the perimeter of SCP-6020-A to limit the possibility of external observation. SCP-6020 itself is immobile and requires no additional physical containment. SCP-6020 has been deemed a Non-Hostile Sentient Entity (NHSE) and has proven willing to assist Foundation researchers when its mental state permits. While Site-171 staff members are permitted to discuss their work with SCP-6020,2 it is recommended that they avoid mentioning particularly unpleasant or distressing events such as mass bloodshed or torture. Such topics have a strongly negative impact on SCP-6020’s mental well-being and can result in extended periods of non-communication. SCP-6020 should especially not be informed of incidents where the actions of the Foundation might be considered morally dubious, or have resulted in high levels of casualties or extensive suffering. SCP-6020 should not be informed of the existence or purpose of Class-D personnel. SCP-6020 has an extremely sensitive disposition, and it is believed that such revelations may damage the Foundation’s ongoing relationship with it. Any significant changes in SCP-6020’s attitude or behaviour should be reported immediately to a member of Site-171’s supervisory staff. Description: SCP-6020 SCP-6020 is an parametic entity that identifies itself as “the Earth God Hepolokoli”. It is presently housed within a sandstone pillar (or “standing stone”) which measures 4.7 meters in height above ground and has a further 0.5 meters below ground. The pillar is coated with lichen and moss, and its upper area appears to have been partially eroded by weather. Two other smaller stones, measuring 4 meters and 3.8 meters in height, have been placed nearby. SCP-6020 reports that these are the remnants of 9 stones which were originally placed around its pillar. SCP-6020 shortly after its initial discovery. SCP-6020-A has a diameter of only 7 meters. SCP-6020 professes to have been the deity of a small tribe that lived approximately 4,000 years ago. This is consistent with radiocarbon dating of human remains unearthed near the pillars.3 SCP-6020 is able to communicate through an adaptive form of telepathy, which it claims also enables it to converse with non-sapient animals and plants. So far, it has been largely cooperative with Foundation personnel. However, SCP-6020 suffers from poor mental health and is prone to long periods of silence when upset. It has found certain enquiries about its history extremely distressing, and frequently believes that Foundation personnel are asking it questions out of a sense of obligation or politeness rather than genuine interest. SCP-6020-A SCP-6020-A is the designation code given to SCP-6020’s range of anomalous influence. It is a roughly spherical area of space that extends outwards from SCP-6020 in all directions. Living organisms within SCP-6020-A are subject to the following anomalous effects: Any flora planted within the soil of SCP-6020-A will grow rapidly until it has reached a state of maturity. At that point, its biological aging will abruptly slow. Flowers will grow from seeds in a matter of days and then remain in bloom for months at a time. This occurs regardless of whether or not the plants are provided with sustenance such as sunlight, water, or nutrients. Plants within SCP-6020-A also appear to be unaffected by most external factors, including climate, soil type, and disease. The majority of sapient life forms, including all humans so far exposed to SCP-6020-A, experience increased feelings of happiness, pleasure, and contentment, and reduced feelings of anger, hatred, and hostility. Individuals struggling with mental health concerns such as stress, anxiety, depression, and PTSD report that their symptoms are lessened while within SCP-6020-A. In most cases, some degree of these effects persist even after a subject leaves SCP-6020-A, with longer periods of exposure resulting in longer and more intense aftereffects. SCP-6020's influence on sapiens is especially pronounced in it's immediate vicinity. Within approximately 20 meters of it, subjects are prone to a sense of euphoria. This area is designated SCP-6020-A2. The diameter of SCP-6020-A is determined by what SCP-6020 describes as "acts of worship". Providing SCP-6020 with "worship" will expand the size of SCP-6020, while providing it with less or no "worship" will cause it to contract. SCP-6020 can be "worshiped" by performing devotional gardening-related activities within the boundaries of SCP-6020-A. This effectiveness of this "worship" is completely irrespective whether the "gardening-related activities" would actually be beneficial to normal flora. Activities that have been found to support SCP-6020-A's expansion include pouring buckets of water into a single patch of soil, digging holes for "imaginary seeds" and then filling them in again, and running a child's toy mower across the grass. Conversely, using an automated water sprinkler system did not promote expansion – although the act of installing the system did. SCP-6020 states that it does not chose what actions are counted as worshipful, but that it is able to feel if a particular action is or is not. It claims to have no personal control over the size or effects of SCP-6020-A. Addendum 1 – Site-171: Level 2 clearance required – site overview access granted – site overview SCP Foundation Secure Facility Site-171 Part of Site-171's residential area, pictured beside the then-edge of SCP-6020-A. Site Identification Code: JPALP-Site-717 Site Category: B-3t Site Director: Chiaki Mori Associated Task Force(s): N/A Capabilities: Standard humanoid containment; standard animalia containment; sapient entity containment; specialised flora containment; standard laboratory access; botanical research; psychological research; on-site staff accommodation; psychological care Purpose and Objective(s): Site-171 was established primarily to take advantage of the beneficial properties of SCP-6020. SCP-6020 generates an anomalous field (SCP-6020-A) which promotes mental health and happiness in sentient entities and sustains and protects plant life. Site-171 has three primary objectives: To safeguard plants which are of interest to the Foundation or whose preservation is deemed important. This includes both anomalous and endangered flora. To provide containment for sentient anomalous entities that require mental health support, or whose hostile behaviour might be curbed by SCP-6020. To provide assistance to Foundation personnel who require mental health support. Site-171 incorporates a Wellness Centre (identification code 717-B), where staff members suffering from mental health difficulties can be sent if deemed necessary. Level 4/6020 clearance required – list of anomalies under site jurisdiction access denied – list of anomalies under site jurisdiction ACCESS DENIED Insufficient Security Clearance If you believe that you have received this notice in error, queries may be sent to um.asiar.noitadnuof|ecnaraelc#um.asiar.noitadnuof|ecnaraelc C-6020-01A-Q7TX Level 4/6020 clearance required – list of wellbeing center patients access denied – list of wellbeing center patients ACCESS DENIED Insufficient Security Clearance If you believe that you have received this notice in error, queries may be sent to um.asiar.noitadnuof|ecnaraelc#um.asiar.noitadnuof|ecnaraelc C-6020-01A-PJ9B Addendum 2 – Supplementary Interview Logs: Interviews with Dr. George Stanworth Preface: Due to the difficulties of bringing D-Class personnel into contact with SCP-6020, it was decided to open Bio Unit J4-74 to selected Foundation volunteers. Dr. Stanworth is a 41 year old researcher with a history of depression and anxiety. He also has late diagnosed Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD). At the time of these interviews he was receiving therapy for panic attacks and anxiety-related insomnia. ◆ Interview Log 6020_1 – [6020-B2-01/06/2018] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 6020_1 – [6020-B2-01/06/2018] ◇ Interview Log 6020-B2-01/06/2018 Interviewee: Dr. George Stanworth Interviewer: Dr. Samuel White Foreword: The following interview was conducted 24 hours after Dr. Standworth exited SCP-6020-A, following 24 hours of exposure. [Begin Log] Dr. White: Alright, if you're all set now, I've started the recording. Good afternoon, Dr. Stanworth. How are you feeling today? Dr. Stanworth: Oh, um, fine. Thank you very much. Fine. Um, sorry. I’m, you know, not very used to being on this side of the interview desk, as it were. Or, that side, I suppose, actually, come to think about it. Sorry, never mind. Dr. White: That’s quite alright. It can take a little getting used to, Now, do you think you could expand a little bit on “fine”? Dr. Stanworth: Oh yes, yes, of course. Sorry. Um, I am [pause] well. In good health, or as good health as I was when I went in, I suppose. Um. As far as I can tell, there have been no negative side-effects of my time at the Honeysuckle Unit. Or none that have developed yet, I suppose I should say. Touch wood. No, you know, brains dribbling out of ears or howling at the moon so far. Hah, no, but yes. I feel fine. Distinctly fine. I mean, you know, good. Goodish, I suppose. Unwound. Refreshed. Dr. White: I see. And tell me, how would you describe your time in SCP-6020-A? Dr. Stanworth: Oh it was, well I mean, if not the most pleasant experience of my life so far then definitely, you know, right up there. I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed. I’m not sure I ever have been. And the garden they've put in? Gorgeous! I’ve never been much of a, you know, a garden person, but palm trees, in that climate! And those beautiful big purple flowers, oh, the, um [pause] Sorry, I forget the name. But you've seen them, have't you? Dr. White: I've seen them. But we’re just here to talk about your experiences today, doctor. Dr. Stanworth: Right, yes, sorry, yes. Tangent. Good point. Must keep on task. Dr. White: Alright. So while you were in SCP-6020-A you felt, in a word, happy? Dr. Stanworth: Yes? Well, I mean, yes, of course, definitely. But not, I mean, not quite in exactly the same way I’d usually think of happiness, I suppose? [pause] I’m sorry, I’m being rather confusing. Dr. White: No, that’s very interesting. Can you explain what you mean? Dr. Stanworth: Right. Well, normally, I suppose, you, um, well get happy when something good happens, don’t you? You, I don't know, get the job you want, or eat food you like, or see a picture of some baby otters holding hands or something. Happiness is sort of [pause] put into you. But in SCP-6020-A, it’s not like that. It’s more like [pause] like going into space and finding that your body has become weightless. Not that I’ve ever been to space, you understand, but it’s how I imagine it must feel. You get outside the Earth's gravity and you suddenly realise that you’ve been living all your life with this thing, this weight on you, and now it’s gone. And you'd never noticed it was there at all until you feel it missing. You never [pause] You never considered that it was something separate from you, that it could be taken away while leaving you still there. I mean, that you could still be you without it, if that makes sense. Only [pause] it all seemed very simple when I was up there, but now I’m here, I can’t quite [pause] I can’t remember. I can't remember what the thing was. Where I end and it begins. It’s so hard to explain. I know that I knew it, but I don't know what it was that I knew, exactly. [pause] I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I know that’s not very helpful. Dr. White: Not at all doctor, that’s very useful. And I think we'll leave it there for now. Thank you for coming in today. Dr. Stanworth: Right. Yes, well, thank you for, um, everything. [End Log] ◆ Interview Log 6020_2 – [6020-B2-19/06/2018] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 6020_2 – [6020-B2-19/06/2018] ◇ Interview Log 6020-B2-19/06/2018 Interviewee: Dr. George Stanworth Interviewer: Dr. Samuel White Foreword: The following interview was conducted via video call, 46 hours into Dr. Stanworth's second visit to SCP-6020-A. [Begin Log] Dr. White: Good afternoon, Dr. Stanworth. How are you feeling today? Dr. Stanworth: And an extremely good afternoon to you Dr. White. As a matter of fact, I am feeling even better than when you asked me same question yesterday. Would you like to know what I did this morning? Don't worry, I won’t make you guess. I woke up without feeling tired. Not one little bit. You know, I was beginning to think that waking up and not wanting to immediately roll over and go back to sleep was something I'd invented in childhood. But today, just bam! Up and at ‘em, what’s for breakfast? Incidentally, it was poached eggs. I don’t know if this place makes food taste better, or they've just hired some truly excellent cooks, but as eggs go these were belters. Dr. White: I take it that you're still enjoying your return trip to SCP-6020-A? Dr. Stanworth: Immensely. Truth be told, I wasn’t much of a, you know, what's the word? Social butterfly, on my first visit. I stayed in my room for most of the day, just, well, soaking it all in, I suppose? Now I feel like I know the place a little better. I've arranged to go for a bit of a ramble after lunch with a few of the staff members. They've extended the gardens since I was last here, or the forest part I suppose, and they're going to show me the trees. There are some beautiful varieties here. Which I'd probably have said was an odd thing to say about trees before I came to visit, but it's true. My grandmother was always a tree fan. When I was growing up she was very keen that I learn the names of trees and the shapes of their leaves, but I’m afraid I was never a particularly attentive student. The only ones I still remember are Oaks, because they're everywhere, and Monkey Puzzles, because they sounded so silly. You know, I think that higher ups should give some thought to expanding this place. SCP-6020-A, I mean. Not just the Bio Unit. Dr. White: [pause] Expand SCP-6020-A? And what makes you think that, Dr. Stanworth? Dr. Stanworth: Well I’m not being mind controlled by the talking rockery, if that’s what you’re worried about. But then I suppose that’s just what I would say if I was being mind controlled, of course, so I suppose you’ll have to decide for yourself when I get back. But this area is deserted for miles around. You could accommodate, oh, hundreds of people here, easily. And the garden could do some some room to grow. They've been testing out fruit trees. They've got apples and pears and plums and cherries so far, but it seems like you can grow anything here, from anywhere. Oh, hold on! Wasn’t there a type of banana that went extinct or something a few years ago? I'm sure I heard something like that. Do we know if anyone has any seeds left? We could bring it back with this place, start a whole new crop.4 Hold on, is that the right word for bananas? A crop? Or do they have some silly name like a murder of crows? Dr. White: I’m afraid that I’m not especially well acquainted with the particulars of banana farming, but I’m sure that your suggestions will be given due consideration when I hand in my report. Dr. Stanworth: Oh goodness, I’m so sorry. You must think I’m terribly rude. Here am I blathering on about breakfast and bananas and you probably have a clipboard full of questions to ask before you can get to your lunch. Please, do go on. I won’t interrupt again. Dr. White: That’s quite alright. I believe this conversation has more or less covered everything I was going to ask anyway. I'll schedule our next talk for the same time tomorrow. Have a pleasant rest of your day, doctor. And thank you for your time. Dr. Stanworth: And the very same to you, Dr. White. [End Log] ◆ Interview Log 6020_3 – [6020-B2-17/07/2018] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 6020_3 – [6020-B2-17/07/2018] ◇ Interview Log 6020-B2-17/07/2018 Interviewee: Dr. George Stanworth Interviewer: Dr. Samuel White Foreword: The following interview was conducted 76 hours after Dr. Standworth exited SCP-6020-A, following 168 hours of exposure. [Begin Log] Dr. White: Good afternoon, Dr. Stanworth. How are you feeling today. Dr. Stanworth: I'm well, thank you Dr. White. Quite well. Dr. White: Could you expand on that a little? Dr. Stanworth: Certainly, I’ll do my best. Um, so, like before, as far as I am aware, I have suffered no negative side effects from prolonged exposure to SCP-6020-A. No one has remarked upon a change in my behaviour, except that my sister said I sounded happier on the phone, which was nice. I suppose I am, really. Thought of course it may be somewhat psychosomatic. I haven’t had a panic attack since I returned from Honeysuckle, but then it has only been three days, so I suppose I shouldn’t make any firm statements about that. Dr. White: Thank you, that’s very helpful. Now, when we spoke at the beginning of last week you suggested that SCP-6020-A should be expanded, and more people should be housed within its boundaries. Are you still in favour of that? Dr. Stanworth: Um, I still think it could be a good idea, yes. Following all proper evaluation and whatnot, of course. I mean, well, it's just rather nice having an anomaly that just seems to make people feel better, After all the [pause] unpleasantness we have to deal with most of the time, it just seems a waste not to make use of something that actually seems to do some good. And I do understand your position of course. I think we've all been waiting for the other shoe to drop, and Honeysuckle to start spewing forth mutant fruit trees or something. Whoever's up there doesn't usually seem very keen on giving us an easy time of things. Dr. White: Are you a religious man, Dr. Stanworth? Dr. Stanworth: [laughter] Not especially. But then I have just spent a week with an actual god, tending to a heavenly garden with a plastic lawnmower, so I suppose I should try to keep an open mind. And if SCP-6020-A really is just what it seems to be, well, why not use it, you know? I think we wretched mortals deserve a little paradise once in a while. Dr. White: I see. Tell me, doctor, how did you feel when it was time for you to leave SCP-6020-A? Did you feel disappointed, for example? Upset? Did you want to stay longer? Dr. Stanworth: Um. Well, I think it's [pause] it's quite hard to feel disappointed by things like that, while you're up there. That stuff doesn't seem to matter all that much, when the whole world seems to be opened up in front of you. I suppose I felt [pause] content. Honestly, very content. I mean, it is lovely up there, but anywhere else can be lovely, too. Hepolokoli just makes it easier to see that. Dr. White: SCP-6020 please, for the record. Dr. Stanworth: Pardon me, quite so. SCP-6020. And I mean, when I was about to come back I wasn't thinking, oh no, what happens when I leave here, am I going to be all miserable again? I was thinking, why don't I feel like this all the time? I felt ready to, well, do things.. It's, um, it's hard to explain. Look, do you remember what I said the first time we met? About it being hard to remember exactly how things feel to you in there? You can remember what the feeling was, but not, um, how you got there? I'm not sure if that's the best explanation, but I can't think of a better one right now. Dr. White: I remember. Dr. Stanworth: Right. Um, but I bring it up because I think it's the same when you're inside, but the other way around. I mean, I could remember everything. The panic attacks, the anxiety, the, you know, bad days. But I don't think I could quite understand how those feelings worked. It's like one of those optical illusion pictures of two things in one, but once you see one of them you can't make your brain switch back to seeing the other. When I was about to leave SCP-6020-A, I don't think I really believed the bad stuff would come back. It just seemed too incomprehensible to feel that way. But, well, actually, um, no, look. There's something else but I've just realised I've been going on and on and on, and you're the one who's meant to be asking me questions. Sorry. I mean, not sorry. I mean, yes, no, I do mean sorry in this case, I’m just trying to cut down on saying sorry so much. Dr. White: Since your second visit to SCP-6020-A? Dr. Stanworth: Well, yes and no. I mean, it’s been something I’ve wanted to stop doing for years now. But when you get into the habit of something like that it’s hard to shift. But I didn’t seem to say it at all while I was up at Honeysuckle. Well, hardly ever. So I thought, you know, while the iron’s hot and all that. I’d try extra hard to keep it going. But, I'm going off on a tangent again. Sorry. I mean, sorry, you know what I mean. Look, I'll shut up, you ask questions. Dr. White: It's quite alright. Everything you've provided us with has been most informative. You said there was something else? Dr. Stanworth: There was? Um, about what? Dr. White: You were talking about remembering, and said there was something else you wanted to tell me. Dr. Stanworth: Oh, yes, of course, right. I was just going to say that, that thing I told you about after my first visit. The weight you think is just an inseparable part of you until SCP-6020-A takes it away. Well I still can't properly remember it, not the way I think I could in SCP-6020-A. But I'm [pause] I'm more aware of it, I think. As something that's repeatable. I can feel it like a slightly loose tooth. And yesterday, I just sat down, and closed my eyes, and for a few minutes, I think that I pushed that weight off myself. It wasn't quite like being there, back in Honeysuckle I mean, but it was something like it. Dr. White: Thank you doctor. That's extremely interesting. I think we might have to schedule a followup interview with someone who's a little more of a specialist than myself. Dr. Stanworth: Of course. Any time. I mean, you know, within my schedule, of course. Dr. White: Of course. Can you tell me how you feel towards SCP-6020-A now? Do you want to return? Dr. Stanworth: Hah, well if that’s an invitation I definitely won’t say no. But I suppose it feels a bit like a long holiday, really. Or a vacation, your lot would say. It makes for a wonderful break, but you don’t really expect to keep going back there every few weeks. It feels too special. Dr. White: I see. And how would you feel if I told that that you could not go back, ever? That I had decided to ban you from Bio Unit J4-78 because we wanted to study the effects long-term withdrawal? Dr. Stanworth: Is this the part where you expect me to jump over the desk and threaten to throttle you to death with your tie unless you take me back there? Dr. White: Is that what you’d like to do, Dr. Stanworth? Dr. Stanworth: No, no. Just a bad joke, I promise. Poor taste. Absolutely no homicidal urges to report, I assure you. And no compulsion effect demanding my return, as far as I'm aware. In fact, quite honesty, I would have expected to feel a lot worse at the prospect of never going back than I do. But I suppose it's a bit like visiting the northern lights. You wouldn't not want to see them again, but it's really the first time that feels [pause] fulfilling. You know it's going to keep on existing and being admired, and you've made yourself a little part of that story. Dr. White: Thank you, doctor. Just two last question, then. Earlier, you mention SCP-6020 by name. Did you spend much time speaking with it? And what was your relationship like? Dr. Stanworth: Well, relationship might be a bit of a stretch. I think everyone up there spoke to it, at some point. When you get really close to it the feeling is just, you know, incredible. Euphoric. But it seems a bit rude to just stand there silently and enjoy Hep- I mean, in SCP-6020’s happy-vibe anomalous thingummy without at least saying hello. We didn’t talk all that much, quite honestly. Poor chap. We spoke a little about how he was feeling, and the garden, I believe. It kept telling me about flowers and plants on the outer edge of SCP-6020-A. I rather got the impression that it wanted me to push off. But also that it didn't, if you know what I mean. Wasn't happy being alone, wasn't happy being with others. Very, ah, familiar. As I say, poor old chap. It was all recorded, Dr. White: Thank you, doctor. I think we'll end things there. You have been most helpful. Dr. Stanworth: Very glad to be of service. [End Log] Interviews with SCP-6020 Preface: SCP-6020 speaks through a form of telepathic projection and as such cannot be recorded with audio equipment. In the following interviews, SCP-6020's side of the conversation has instead been transcribed by individuals present. While these logs are as accurate as possible, minor errors and omissions may therefore have occurred during transcription. Being in close enough proximity to SCP-6020 to communicate with it induces a sense of intense euphoria, which can result in distraction and atypical behaviour. ◆ Interview Log 6020_4 – [6020-A1-26/07/2017] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 6020_4 – [6020-A1-26/07/2017] ◇ Interview Log 6020-A1-26/07/2017 Interviewee: SCP-6020 Interviewer: Dr. Lisa Alderman Transcriber: Dr. Ajda Buchanan Also Present: Dr. Lisa Chu, Dr. Raphael Nasmyth, Dr. Aidan Sax, Dr. Hana Myoga Foreword: The following interview occurred nine days after Foundation personnel first made contact with SCP-6020. Due to disorientation from SCP-6020-A's effect, several prior talks with SCP-6020 had failed to be properly recorded. [Begin Log] Dr. Alderman Hello Hepolokoli! I hope that you’re doing well today! SCP-6020 [silence] Dr. Alderman Would it be alright if we had a conversation? SCP-6020 You do not have to speak to me, you know. Dr. Alderman I know I don't have to, but I’d really like to talk to you. Wouldn’t you like to talk to me? SCP-6020 No. Dr. Alderman Well I'm sorry to hear that, and I apologise if I've done anything to upset you. If you wouldn't like to talk with me, we could get Mark instead. The guy you spoke to yesterday? SCP-6020 No. No, you have done nothing. I simply have no desire to burden you further. Any of you. Dr. Alderman Talking to me wouldn't be a burden, it would be a favour. Please, Hepolokoli? It would really, really help me out. SCP-6020 [long silence] Very well. Dr. Alderman Thank you so much, that really means a lot! So, um, I’m going to ask you some questions, if that’s OK, and my friend here is going to write some of the things you say down. Some of them may be questions you’ve answered before, but we’d really like to get them down on paper for our records, in your own words. SCP-6020 I do not have my own words. Dr. Alderman Oh? Well, uh, hold on a sec, I wrote these down somewhere because I knew they'd feel terribly unimportant when I was here. OK, right. All ready Aj? So, first of all Hepolokoli, you describe yourself as a god, is that right? SCP-6020 No. Your kind describes me as a god. I do not [pause] think the way you do. I do not think in labels. Words. Language. I speak with you by finding the words in your minds. Your word for what I am is god. [pause] Pathetic, miserable little god. Dr. Alderman Well hey, I would certainly never call you pathetic. SCP-6020 Then you do not yet understand. Dr. Alderman Maybe not. There’s lots of things I’d love to understand about you. Could you tell me when you were born? Or, started to exist. SCP-6020 That is [pause] complicated. You would not understand. Dr. Alderman Try me. SCP-6020 You would not understand. You do not have the words to describe it. None of you do. Dr. Alderman Please. You can dumb it down for me. Even if I don’t understand all of it, I’d still really like to hear you tell me what you can. Honestly, it's fascinating learning about you. SCP-6020 [long silence] I was [pause] begun here, a very long time ago. A woman came to this place. Hungry, and thirsty, and tired. And she prayed as she walked to all that was around her. She begged the air and the trees and the sun and the soil for food. And just here, she found it. and here she found it. Bushes of black fruit. You do not have a name for them. She knelt, and ate, and thanked the earth beneath her feet for the miracle. To her, the bushes had seemed to sprout from the soil at her request. She left, and when she returned, she brought more people. They ate. They settled. And soon, they brought the stones. They began me and moulded me and named me. Hepolokoli. God of earth, god of soil, the immortal, the life-protector, the fruit-giver. They wove me out of dance and song and prayer. And belief. So much belief. And yet [pause]. And yet, once they had done so, once I had a mind to think with, I immediately understood that I had always been here, that I would always be here. I had been the one to tug upon the wind and bring the fruit seeds. I had bent the earth to bring them water, spread the trees to give them light. It had been I, Hepolokoli, that had brought forth fruit for the woman after all. I began on the day she visited my soil, but I existed then at all times, from the very start to whatever may come after. My people were right to believe in me. They believed that I tended their plants, chased away their sorrows, cleansed their pain. And so I did. [pause] I was vain. Pathetic, wretched little god. Dr. Alderman But that sounds lovely! You brought them what they wanted. Why does that make you pathetic? SCP-6020 I am tired. Dr. Alderman Please, Hepolokoli. Help me to understand. SCP-6020 No. No. I am ashamed. So very ashamed. [pause] I am tired now. Dr. Alderman I'm sure it couldn't have been all that bad. And not here, of all places. It's so nice here. SCP-6020 refused to resume conversation. [End Log] ◆ Interview Log 6020_5 – [6020-A1-28/08/2017] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 6020_5 – [6020-A1-28/08/2017] ◇ Interview Log 6020-A1-28/08/201 Interviewee: SCP-6020 Interviewer: Dr. Aidan Sax Transcriber: Dr. Ajda Buchanan Foreword: Human remains were discovered in the soil around SCP-6020, which it subsequently claimed were members of the tribe that had worshiped it. After lengthy discussion, SCP-6020 agreed for one of the bones to be removed for carbon dating, on the understanding that it would be returned afterwards. The following conversation took place immediately after the bone was reburied. [Begin Log] SCP-6020: Thank you. Dr. Sax: All as promised. I'm sorry it was necessary to remove anything, but I assure you it was treated with the uttermost respect. You clearly cared for them a great deal. You must miss them very much. SCP-6020: Yes. But I do not deserve to. It sullies them. Dr. Sax: I think everyone deserves to miss the people that they’ve loved. SCP-6020: No. It could not have been love. Pathetic, how I cling to their husks. Yet I am still alone. And I will always be alone. Dr. Sax: Is company something that you want, Hepolokoli? SCP-6020: [long silence] Is there any being that does not? Dr. Sax: Do you feel that you don’t have enough company here? We could certainly arrange for more regular conversations if that’s something you’d like. SCP-6020: I have no desire for anyone to be forced into my presence. Dr. Sax: Of course not, that isn’t what I meant. There would be no question of forcing anyone. I know that every one of our researchers here would love to spend more time with you. It isn’t often you get to talk to a god, even in our job. [laughter] And you must know people enjoy being near you. Isn't that right Dr. Buchanan? Dr. Buchanan: Oh, absolutely. SCP-6020: Near. Yes. Near me. They enjoy the feeling. The thing that makes them happy. They do not enjoy me. They wish I were not here to spoil their enjoyment. Even here, I upset them. Dr. Sax: What makes you think that? SCP-6020: [silence] Dr. Sax: That's not true at all. You're fascinating, Hepolokoli. Absolutely fascinating. We love getting to talk to you. SCP-6020 refused to resume conversation. [End Log] ◆ Interview Log 6020_6 – [6020-A1-01/11/2017] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 6020_6 – [6020-A1-01/11/2017] ◇ Interview Log 6020-A1-01/11/2017 Interviewee: SCP-6020 Interviewer: Dr. Daniel Shann Transcriber: Dr. Simon Li Foreword: Dr. Daniel Shann is a a Foundation psychotherapist who has worked with a number of anomalous entities with mental health conditions. The following was intended as an introductory session. [Begin Log] Dr. Shann: Good afternoon, Hepolokoli. My name is Dr. Daniel Shann. You can call me Dr. Shann, or Daniel, whatever you'd prefer. I understand you've been told why I'm here today? SCP-6020: Yes. It is pointless. Dr. Shann: I wouldn't be so sure. But you're definitely not the first patient who's said that to me when we first met, and I'm sure you won't be the last. Its completely understandable to be skeptical, especially when you're coming from a very unique set of circumstances. But I have rather a lot of experience supporting patients with unique circumstances. I can't make you any promises, but what do you say we give it a go? You never know, it might surprise you. SCP-6020: It will not. You do not have to waste your time. I am sorry to have troubled you. Dr. Shann: Waste my time? Not at all, not at all. I don't think I'd trade standing right here for all the world. It's really quite wonderful. [pause] And of course, I mean, it wouldn't be a waste of time anyway. I'm here to find out how we can go about helping you. SCP-6020: You cannot. Dr. Shann: Nonsense. No, no, being defeatist won't get us anywhere at all. There is always the possibility of recovery, of [pause]. We don't need to worry too much over the details right now. All I'm here for today is a little chat, so we can get to know each other a little better. [pause] Although, of course, that's not saying we can't work through some things right now, while the iron is hot. I feel quite [pause] I feel like I can do an awful lot today. SCP-6020: There is much to do inside, I believe. Dr. Shann: Who could be inside on a day like this? This place [pause] This garden is very beautiful. SCP-6020: So I am told. Dr. Shann: If only I could meet all my patients in a place like this. It's just so hard to be miserable here. SCP-6020: [pause] So I am told. Dr. Shann: Hepolokoli, tell me, how are you feeling today? SCP-6020: It doesn't matter. Dr. Shann: Of course it matters. It absolutely matters. You matter very much and don't go thinking otherwise. Tell me. SCP-6020: [pause] The same way I have felt for thousands of years, and will feel for countless thousands more. When your kind have all left and the sun has shriveled and the soil is dead I will still be here, just the same. Dr. Shann: And you think that's a bad thing? [laugher] That's so [laughter] so silly. You'll find this so funny when you get past all this. Do you know how many people like me spend their lives yearning to be like you? Unaffected by age or death. Living in the most beautiful, most perfectly fantastic landscape I have ever seen. I mean, just look at this place. Look at it. A beautiful gem in a beautiful world. And all this is because of you. Magnificent. And don't you see? You have eternity to figure all this out. Most of us get nothing close to that Why, if I had time for a few more sessions with certain patients, it would make all the difference in the world. And you have forever! And ever! You just [pause] It's just about seeing the world the right way. That's it, really. That's what it all comes down to. And you have an infinity to find out how, and then the whole rest of infinity once you do. All this will just be a blink of an eye. And I mean, just look around. What is there, when you really think about it, to be so down about? SCP-6020: [pause] A world, rotting beyond my boarders, The bones of my people. The failure I regret every moment of this endless existence- Dr. Shann: [interrupting] No, no, I do understand all that, believe me. I've had so many regrets too, so many questions about whether I was making the right choices in life. Whether I should have stayed with painting, whether I should have joined the Foundation [pause]. But now, right now, I understand how absurd it was to waste so much time worrying about things like that. [laughter] Life is so much more important. All the little things matter, you see. Every moment, even the dull parts and the bad parts, they're all [pause] it's still life, you know? It's like [pause] I can’t find the right words, but it’s there [snaps fingers repeatedly]. Right there. SCP-6020: I am [pause] happy for you. Dr. Shann: And I am happy for you. You don't see it yet, but you'll understand eventually, I know you will. The bad days always end. And then, then you'll have all of the time in the world to enjoy it. In this wonderful place. You don't realise how lucky you are. SCP-6020: [silence] At this point, Dr. Li intervened to end the interview and move Dr. Shann out of SCP-6020's immediate vicinity. SPC-6020 refused to communicate with Foundation personnel for 23 days following this encounter. [End Log] Afterword: Dr. Shann appears to have been particularly susceptible to SCP-6020-A2's effect. Due to SCP-6020's negative reaction to the encounter, plans for further in-person therapy have been put on hold. SCP-6020 was invited to take part in remote therapy, with an on-site staff member acting as a go-between for a psychotherapist and SCP-6020. The offer was emphatically declined. ◆ Interview Log 6020_7 – [6020-A1-21/06/2018] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 6020_7 – [6020-A1-21/06/2018] ◇ Interview Log 6020-A1-21/06/2018 Interviewee: SCP-6020 Interviewer: Dr. George Stanworth Transcriber: Dr. Eva Kelly Foreword: The following is a spontaneous conversation between SCP-6020 and Dr. George Stanworth, a visiting Founation researcher with a history of mental health difficulties. Dr. Stanworth had been enjoying the intensity of SCP-6020-A's effect while standing beside SCP-6020. [Begin Log] Dr. Stanworth: Hello, SC- I mean, Hepolokoli. SCP-6020: [silence] Dr. Stanworth: How are you feeling today? If you don't mind me asking, of course. SCP-6020: You do not wish to know. Dr. Stanworth: I do! I mean, that's why I asked. SCP-6020: You are being polite. It is unnecessary. Dr. Stanworth: I don't think that politeness is ever really unnecessary, you know. My grandmother certainly said so. But then you should have heard the things she used to say about Nancy Baker at number 22. [laughter] SCP-6020: Ah. Deception. Your kind have the ability to delude themselves in order to be happy. You are very fortunate. Dr. Stanworth: I'm not sure that's how I would put it, but I certainly feel very fortunate to be here. Really, Hepolokoli, tell me how you're doing. SCP-6020: It would only upset you. Dr. Stanworth: Well, first of all I'm not sure if I can be upset here. But if it does upset me, then that would rather blow your theory about us not caring about you out of the water, wouldn't it? SCP-6020: [silence] Dr. Stanworth: Aha, got you there, haven't I? Not that being logical tends to help when you're, you know, going through this type of stuff. At least, that's how I remember it. I always hated when people tried to be obnoxiously logical about everything. Even if I can't quite remember what was so unpleasant about it. [pause] I do understand, you know. What it's like, I mean. SCP-6020: You do not. You cannot begin to conceive of it. Dr. Stanworth: Well, I suppose I can't know what its like specifically for you. Even if I could remember exactly what it felt like for me. But I know I've felt something similar. SCP-6020: Have you? Have you spent thousands of years in solitude? In regret? Surrounded only by the remnants of your failure, the victims of your inferiority. Every moment weighed with the guilt of your worthlessness and the knowledge that all of this shall never, ever end. Dr. Stanworth: No. No, you have me beaten there. Although, aha, life with my father might have been a close run thing. But that's in the past now. And we can't be ruled by the past forever. SCP-6020: [silence] You enjoy the flowers here. There are new flowers in the east, by my border. Dr. Stanworth: [pause] I'm sorry, that wasn't very empathetic of me, was it? I'm afraid, you know, this place. Being this close to you. It makes it hard to [pause] understand some things. No, you are quite right, and I apologise unreservedly. SCP-6020: The trees in the west have grown since this morning. They have three hundred and forty-four new leaves. You will find them interesting. Dr. Stanworth: Hepolokoli, I can't talk about what you've been through. But the feelings of, well, of misery, of self-hatred, of depression. That is something I've known. Something a lot of us have known. Especially the people who come here. What I mean is, just, well, I don't want you to think you're alone in all this. SCP-6020: I am alone. I am always alone. I am not like you. You have hope. Dr. Stanworth: Yes. Right now. But only because you gave it to me, Hepolokoli. SCP-6020: No. Not that. Your kind. You stop. You have endings. No matter what you endure, you have the hope of it stopping. You are safe from eternity. Dr. Stanworth: You mean death? SCP-6020: Yes. Death. Finality. Cessation. Dr. Stanworth: Do you want to die? SCP-6020: [pause] It has been such a very, very long time since I last wished to be alive. I am tired. So tired of my punishment. Dr. Stanworth: Your punishment? SCP-6020: I do not deserve to cease. I deserve this. It is my fault. Dr. Stanworth: That's not [pause]. Sorry. I mean, why do you think you deserve to feel this way? SCP-6020: [pause] The fruit trees are heavy again. You will enjoy the apples. Dr. Stanworth: Alright, I won't pry. But I mean [pause] Well, look, obviously no one here wants you to die, but are you so certain you're going to around forever? What would happen if the garden was gone? Or your stone was broken? SCP-6020: Then I would no longer be able to speak, or to see, but I will remain here, just the same. My people wanted an immortal god. That, at least, I have done right. Dr. Stanworth: I'm so sorry. But there must be something we can do to help you? SCP-6020: [pause] There are White Egret orchids in bloom in the south. I am told they are most beautiful. Dr. Stanworth: Yes, yes, right. You're right. [pause] Um, look, I really don't want to leave you, or for you to think that I'm leaving because of you, but this spot is [pause] I think I'm getting a little too buzzed out. And if I stay here and keep talking, I'm going to start telling you that things aren't really so bad when you think about it, and I still have enough sense to know what a horrible thing that is to hear. So, I'm going to go, but, I don't know, can I do anything for you at all? Get anyone? SCP-6020: No thank you, doctor. Goodbye. I [pause] am glad that you enjoy the garden. [End Log] ◆ Interview Log 6020_8 – [6020-A1-09/05/2021] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 6020_8 – [6020-A1-09/05/2021] ◇ Interview Log 6020-A1-09/05/2021 Interviewee: SCP-6020 Interviewer: Dr. Monica Gail Transcriber: Dr. Ajda Buchanan Also Present: Dr. Lisa Chu Foreword: The following conversation took place after 27 days of non-communication from SCP-6020. A trigger for this behaviour has not been determined. Staff members had been visiting SCP-6020 each evening to attempt to speak with it. On this occasion, SCP-6020 called out to doctors Gail, Buchanan, and Chu as they approached it. This is the first and so far only occasion on which SCP-6020 has initiated communication. [Begin Log] SCP-6020: Take the bones away. Dr. Gail: Hepolokoli? What’s wrong? SCP-6020: Please, take the bones away. I cannot bear them. I cannot hold them. Dr. Gail: It’s OK. Hey, hey, hey, it’s OK. We can take the bones. What’s happened, Hepolokoli? SCP-6020: Wretched! Miserable! Weak! I do not deserve them! Dr. Gail: Hepolokoli, please calm down. We’re here to help you. SCP-6020: No! You still do not understand. If you understood you would despise me. I cannot be helped. I should not be helped. Take the bones from me. Dr. Gail: We can get people to dig them up right now, OK? Lisa, look, tell Aidan what’s going on. Dr. Chu leaves SCP-6020: Too late! Dr. Gail: They’ll be here soon, I promise. SCP-6020: It’s all too late. Nothing but bones. You all leave me. I hate them for leaving me behind. Wretched things. Wretched bodies. Wretched, wretched god. Dr. Gail: What’s happened, Hepolokoli? We want to help- I mean, to do whatever it is you need from us, but you have to tell us what’s wrong. Please? SCP-6020: Miserable, worthless god. Make the plants grow. Make the children smile. Make the pain less. Silly little god. It was nothing. Nothing. I could not shake mountains. I could not make the wind carry more than seeds. I could not turn a spear, or knife. I could not break a strand of their hair. Dr. Gail: Whose hair? SCP-6020: I could have given them food. All the food, had they wanted. Dr. Gail: Who are you talking about? Your people? SCP-6020: No. [pause] No. They came for my people. Broke their skulls. Tore their skin. My happy, trusting people. Dr. Gail: Hepolokoli, I’m so sorry. SCP-6020: Do not pity me! Loath me! Hate me! It's my fault! All of this. They came to me and I killed them. My people. When the killers came, they ran to me. To my fruit and flowers and stones. They could have scattered into the forests but they came to me instead, and prayed and sang and knelt in the soil as they were hunted. They believed I could save them. They asked their silly little fruit-giver, life-blesser, their miserable, stunted god, to turn aside the invaders, to save their land. They begged me. They begged as they were cut and smashed to pieces, right in front of me. They would not run, because of me. And all I could do was to make them smile. Despicable. All gone. All smiling. All my fault. Several researchers begin to approach with shovels. SCP-6020: No! No! Leave them. Leave them alone. I deserve them. Leave the bones. Let them hurt me. Let them hurt. Dr. Gail: Hepolokoli, we won't touch them if you don't want us to, but would it help to have them gone for a little while? Dr. Buchanan: We can always put them back later? SCP-6020 refused to resume conversation. [End Log] Addendum 3 – Dr. Nasmyth's Proposal: NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND SECURITY ADMINISTRATION All information pertaining to Dr. Nasmyth's Proposal has been removed from this page. Authorised personnel may continue to access this information via the the O5 Proposal Database. Footnotes 1. Details of Bio Unit J4-78, including the original Special Containment Procedures for SCP-6020 have been archived. They are available upon request to relevant personnel. 2. SCP-6020 has been given a nominal Security Clearance Level of 2. 3. Lab Analysis ID: FaM-V-5718-77 | Material Dated: bone, human (homo sapiens) | Calibrated date: cal BCE 2230 to 2050 4. Dr. Stanworth is likely (mis)recalling the near eradication of Gros Michel bananas from disease in the 1950s, or recent concerns about a similar event befalling Cavendish bananas. 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SCP-6021 | keter | /* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "SCP Foundation"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "Secure, Contain, Protect"; color: black; } Celare SCP-6021 - Tabernacle, TX SCP-6021 Item#: SCP-6021 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6021 is currently considered functionally uncontainable. The land it inhabits has been purchased, and a cordon has been established in a 5-kilometer radius to prevent unauthorized foot traffic, particularly from the nearby Crystal Creek condominium development. SCP-6021-1 is to be allowed access at all times. Description: SCP-6021 is a five-acre field of native pampas grass (Cortaderia selloana) located in hill country near New Braunfels, Texas. SCP-6021 is either the dwelling place or the body of a near-omnipotent and omniscient deity of unknown origin. SCP-6021 chooses not to speak audibly, but rather communicates through a single priest individual, hereby referred to as SCP-6021-1. It claims that SCP-6021 intervenes frequently in global politics, economics, and ecology, as well as influencing the lives of individuals. SCP-6021 is capable of performing miracles and inspiring elaborate visions that verify these claims. It has demonstrated complete or near-complete control over physics, time, human behavior, anatomy, weather, thermodynamics, and many other phenomena. SCP-6021's desires are currently unclear. Although it exercises extensive influence, patterns in behavior are difficult to establish. It is not motivated by the amassing of offerings, infamy, or followers. It does not act in self-preservation, as it does not consider any human or anomalous activity, including the Foundation,1 to be a serious threat to itself. SCP-6021-1 has attempted repeatedly to explain SCP-6021's nature, but the knowledge is purportedly only accessible through a divine revelation that is both subjective and incommunicable. A small number of individuals claim to have received the revelation in the course of interacting with SCP-6021-1; none of them are capable of relaying their experience. Further research is ongoing. Addendum-6021-A: Ceremonial Log <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6021-1 and Dr. Celia Kent, Analyst with the Tactical Theology Department, approach SCP-6021. SCP-6021-1 has agreed to allow Dr. Kent to accompany it on a routine worship ritual. Dr. Kent holds the camera, which illuminates the long grass through the early morning twilight. SCP-6021-1: The mourning doves are fixin' to wake up. Dr. Kent: Huh. (Walking.) Dr. Kent: So, we're approaching the border now? SCP-6021-1: You'll know. (Walking continues. An object, later identified as a barred owl, passes overhead. SCP-6021-1 marks its flight; Dr. Kent does not notice.) Dr. Kent: How much control does SCP-6021 exercise over this area? SCP-6021-1: Total. Same as everywhere else. Don't do much though, it has it about how it likes it. (SCP-6021-1 stops, brushing aside a clump of grass to reveal a small cairn made from flat creek stones. Dr. Kent abruptly stops. No phenomena is visible on the tape, but her breathing becomes rapid and shaky.) SCP-6021-1: We're here. Dr. Kent: I-, uhh- SCP-6021-1: Relax. You ain't in no danger. Dr. Kent: It's… huge. SCP-6021-1: It'll fade in a second. Just let it show you. (Dr. Kent's panic gradually subsides. In the distance, a thin trail of Mexican free-tailed bats winds its way back to the condo development to roost in its eaves.) Dr. Kent: What's it saying? SCP-6021-1: Nothing. That's just the sound of it moving around. It's reaching all over the world. (SCP-6021-1 bends and withdraws two folding lawn chairs from under a mat of dead grass. It sets them up, and sits facing east, towards the cairn and the condos.) SCP-6021-1: Come on, we've got to get started. Dr. Kent: What do we do? SCP-6021-1: We watch the sun rise, and listen. (Both sit, and Dr. Kent nestles the camera in her lap. The eastern sky gradually brightens. Katydids chirp.) Dr. Kent: What is it doing? SCP-6021-1: Infinite things. It just caused an earthquake in the South China Sea. Now it's preventing the crash of a 747 over Anchorage. Dr. Kent: It trades in millions of lives. SCP-6021-1: More. (SCP-6021-1 rubs a blade of grass between its fingers gently, taking care not to bruise the leaf.) SCP-6021-1: A divorce. A graduation. A car crash. Cancer. A marriage. Bankruptcy. Dr. Kent: It's playing with futures. SCP-6021-1: No more or less than any other god. It don't touch most things, in the final analysis. (Approximately 10 minutes of silence pass. The mourning doves awaken, and the air is intermittently filled with soft cooing.) Dr. Kent: On whose authority? SCP-6021-1: What? Dr. Kent: We fuck with people's lives all the time. More than SCP-6021, as I understand it. But we have authority, license that was granted to us by everyone in the world whether they know it or not. It's, you know… justified. (Silence.) Dr. Kent: …So? What gives it the right? (SCP-6021-1 holds a blade of grass without breaking it and turns it over. There are yellow insects on the underside.) SCP-6021-1: Look at this. There's a species of golden aphid that only lives in this six-mile area. No-one's ever discovered them, because no-one's ever looked. But they're here. (SCP-6021-1 indicates the condo development. Its windows are beginning to light up, one-by-one.) SCP-6021-1: I got real pissed when they first put that in. Thought it would block out the sunrise. But you know what? The towers cast a long shadow. The cold air pools over there in the creekbed they're built over, and brings down the temperature of the microclimate. This whole area is now a full two degrees colder on average than the surrounding countryside. (SCP-6021-1 points into the distance, where a white-tailed buck and two does are grazing at SCP-6021's far edge.) SCP-6021-1: The animals love it. Dr. Kent: I don't fucking get it. The amount of suffering- SCP-6021-1: Look. (The upper tip of the sun has breached the horizon between the towers. It's as if the clouds have been lit on fire.) SCP-6021-1: That's what none of y'all get, no matter how much I try to tell you. It really is just a field of grass. That's all there is to it. Dr. Kent: …Just a field of grass. SCP-6021-1: Let's quiet down now. Cicadas are fixin' to start. (The cicadas begin buzzing, gently at first. The shadows of the towers ripple over the grass. There's a breeze.) Dr. Kent: …Oh. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Some internal evidence uncovered with mnestics points to a previous conflict between SCP-6021 and the Foundation. Very little is known about this conjectural event, except that it was heavily one-sided in SCP-6021's favor. Evidently, the outcome was somehow unfavorable to SCP-6021, as it is believed to have either retroactively edited history or re-wound time in order to erase it. SCP-6021 is unwilling to discuss this matter. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6021" by Celare, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6021. Licensed under CC-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: 1481439891_a1b8c571cb_c.jpg Name: Skyscrapers behind pampas grass field Author: Beatrice Murch License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-6021 | uncontained | /* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "SCP Foundation"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "Secure, Contain, Protect"; color: black; } Celare SCP-6021 - Tabernacle, TX SCP-6021 Item#: SCP-6021 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6021 is currently considered functionally uncontainable. The land it inhabits has been purchased, and a cordon has been established in a 5-kilometer radius to prevent unauthorized foot traffic, particularly from the nearby Crystal Creek condominium development. SCP-6021-1 is to be allowed access at all times. Description: SCP-6021 is a five-acre field of native pampas grass (Cortaderia selloana) located in hill country near New Braunfels, Texas. SCP-6021 is either the dwelling place or the body of a near-omnipotent and omniscient deity of unknown origin. SCP-6021 chooses not to speak audibly, but rather communicates through a single priest individual, hereby referred to as SCP-6021-1. It claims that SCP-6021 intervenes frequently in global politics, economics, and ecology, as well as influencing the lives of individuals. SCP-6021 is capable of performing miracles and inspiring elaborate visions that verify these claims. It has demonstrated complete or near-complete control over physics, time, human behavior, anatomy, weather, thermodynamics, and many other phenomena. SCP-6021's desires are currently unclear. Although it exercises extensive influence, patterns in behavior are difficult to establish. It is not motivated by the amassing of offerings, infamy, or followers. It does not act in self-preservation, as it does not consider any human or anomalous activity, including the Foundation,1 to be a serious threat to itself. SCP-6021-1 has attempted repeatedly to explain SCP-6021's nature, but the knowledge is purportedly only accessible through a divine revelation that is both subjective and incommunicable. A small number of individuals claim to have received the revelation in the course of interacting with SCP-6021-1; none of them are capable of relaying their experience. Further research is ongoing. Addendum-6021-A: Ceremonial Log <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6021-1 and Dr. Celia Kent, Analyst with the Tactical Theology Department, approach SCP-6021. SCP-6021-1 has agreed to allow Dr. Kent to accompany it on a routine worship ritual. Dr. Kent holds the camera, which illuminates the long grass through the early morning twilight. SCP-6021-1: The mourning doves are fixin' to wake up. Dr. Kent: Huh. (Walking.) Dr. Kent: So, we're approaching the border now? SCP-6021-1: You'll know. (Walking continues. An object, later identified as a barred owl, passes overhead. SCP-6021-1 marks its flight; Dr. Kent does not notice.) Dr. Kent: How much control does SCP-6021 exercise over this area? SCP-6021-1: Total. Same as everywhere else. Don't do much though, it has it about how it likes it. (SCP-6021-1 stops, brushing aside a clump of grass to reveal a small cairn made from flat creek stones. Dr. Kent abruptly stops. No phenomena is visible on the tape, but her breathing becomes rapid and shaky.) SCP-6021-1: We're here. Dr. Kent: I-, uhh- SCP-6021-1: Relax. You ain't in no danger. Dr. Kent: It's… huge. SCP-6021-1: It'll fade in a second. Just let it show you. (Dr. Kent's panic gradually subsides. In the distance, a thin trail of Mexican free-tailed bats winds its way back to the condo development to roost in its eaves.) Dr. Kent: What's it saying? SCP-6021-1: Nothing. That's just the sound of it moving around. It's reaching all over the world. (SCP-6021-1 bends and withdraws two folding lawn chairs from under a mat of dead grass. It sets them up, and sits facing east, towards the cairn and the condos.) SCP-6021-1: Come on, we've got to get started. Dr. Kent: What do we do? SCP-6021-1: We watch the sun rise, and listen. (Both sit, and Dr. Kent nestles the camera in her lap. The eastern sky gradually brightens. Katydids chirp.) Dr. Kent: What is it doing? SCP-6021-1: Infinite things. It just caused an earthquake in the South China Sea. Now it's preventing the crash of a 747 over Anchorage. Dr. Kent: It trades in millions of lives. SCP-6021-1: More. (SCP-6021-1 rubs a blade of grass between its fingers gently, taking care not to bruise the leaf.) SCP-6021-1: A divorce. A graduation. A car crash. Cancer. A marriage. Bankruptcy. Dr. Kent: It's playing with futures. SCP-6021-1: No more or less than any other god. It don't touch most things, in the final analysis. (Approximately 10 minutes of silence pass. The mourning doves awaken, and the air is intermittently filled with soft cooing.) Dr. Kent: On whose authority? SCP-6021-1: What? Dr. Kent: We fuck with people's lives all the time. More than SCP-6021, as I understand it. But we have authority, license that was granted to us by everyone in the world whether they know it or not. It's, you know… justified. (Silence.) Dr. Kent: …So? What gives it the right? (SCP-6021-1 holds a blade of grass without breaking it and turns it over. There are yellow insects on the underside.) SCP-6021-1: Look at this. There's a species of golden aphid that only lives in this six-mile area. No-one's ever discovered them, because no-one's ever looked. But they're here. (SCP-6021-1 indicates the condo development. Its windows are beginning to light up, one-by-one.) SCP-6021-1: I got real pissed when they first put that in. Thought it would block out the sunrise. But you know what? The towers cast a long shadow. The cold air pools over there in the creekbed they're built over, and brings down the temperature of the microclimate. This whole area is now a full two degrees colder on average than the surrounding countryside. (SCP-6021-1 points into the distance, where a white-tailed buck and two does are grazing at SCP-6021's far edge.) SCP-6021-1: The animals love it. Dr. Kent: I don't fucking get it. The amount of suffering- SCP-6021-1: Look. (The upper tip of the sun has breached the horizon between the towers. It's as if the clouds have been lit on fire.) SCP-6021-1: That's what none of y'all get, no matter how much I try to tell you. It really is just a field of grass. That's all there is to it. Dr. Kent: …Just a field of grass. SCP-6021-1: Let's quiet down now. Cicadas are fixin' to start. (The cicadas begin buzzing, gently at first. The shadows of the towers ripple over the grass. There's a breeze.) Dr. Kent: …Oh. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Some internal evidence uncovered with mnestics points to a previous conflict between SCP-6021 and the Foundation. Very little is known about this conjectural event, except that it was heavily one-sided in SCP-6021's favor. Evidently, the outcome was somehow unfavorable to SCP-6021, as it is believed to have either retroactively edited history or re-wound time in order to erase it. SCP-6021 is unwilling to discuss this matter. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6021" by Celare, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6021. Licensed under CC-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: 1481439891_a1b8c571cb_c.jpg Name: Skyscrapers behind pampas grass field Author: Beatrice Murch License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-6022 | euclid | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/6022 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/6022 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item #: SCP-6022 Level 4/6022 Classified SCP-6022, taken from its southeast border. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6022 is not to be visible on civilian web mapping software. SCP-6022 and its general vicinity is to be barred from access to the public on the basis of unstable ground and Mobile Task Force Theta-██ is to patrol the area 1km around the object to prevent unauthorized entry. Due to its immobile nature, Site-6022 has been established at the northwest edge of SCP-6022 for observation and containment of the object. Personnel assigned to SCP-6022 who have a security clearance of Level 2 and above are to be equipped with a firearm when at Site-6022 and all personnel stationed at the site are to be in groups of 3 or more when travelling in a vehicle to avoid triggering SCP-6022-2's anomalous properties. Survivors of SCP-6022-2 events are to be administered Class-A amnestics and given the cover story of a hit-and-run car accident which resulted in amputation of the right arm. In cases where the SCP-6022-2 event is fatal, a cover story is to be disseminated to the deceased’s next of kin and the body is to be released to their family. Personnel can view Document-6022-2-A for an extensive list of cover stories to be released. SCP-6022-3-A are to be terminated by gunfire on sight at long range. If personnel are exposed to within 5m of SCP-6022-3-A without adequate protective equipment, they are to be quarantined for 1 week and observed for potential symptoms of SCP-6022-3 development. Deceased instances of SCP-6022-3-A are then to be disposed of by incineration, with all personnel involved in the process required to wear Class-V Hazmat gear. Class IV Biological Hazard disposal protocol is to be followed by personnel at all times. Thermal imaging satellites are to be monitored and any changes in SCP-6022-4 is to be reported to Overwatch Command and should an SCP-6022-4 event occur, or when deemed necessary, Procedure 6022-Thysia is to be enacted in its entirety. Description: SCP-6022 is a forest located in H████, Ireland, with an estimated area of 100 square kilometers. Thaumaturgical symbols suspected to be related to SCP-████ have been found to be carved on the trees in the anomaly and the symbols emit short pulses of light at intermittent durations. Another of the object's anomalous quality is that the symbols are unable to be pictured on recording equipment when they are not emitting light. Moderate electromagnetic interference is present, causing occasional disruptions in electronic devices and causing recording equipment to superimpose random colors onto the photo or video taken of SCP-6022. The object is a spatial anomaly, with some paths and landmarks at different locations in various experiments conducted. Paths also do not logically intersect based on mapped paths from earlier attempts. Subjects entering SCP-6022 report being watched by an unknown entity and exhibit evident distress while in the forest, typically refusing to walk beyond about 2km into SCP-6022. However, a small percentage of subjects can venture deeper into the object with enough persuasion. Beyond the 2km threshold, all video or audio recording devices cease to function while they remain in SCP-6022. Retrieved video footage only shows a tree with a humanoid appearance in what appears to be the inner area of SCP-6022. The tree’s features make it appear to be in pain, and analysis of the video has shown that the tree slowly sways throughout the video despite the absence of wind. Upon closer inspection, an entity is visible standing in the background, thereafter referred to as SCP-6022-1. SCP-6022-1 resembles a ram and has 3 luminescent eye-like appendages present on the front of its head, thought the entity's lower body resembles that of a serpent. In every instance of footage recovered, the appearance of the tree differs, but SCP-6022-1 will always be present. The footage also has a cognitohazard effect, which manifests when SCP-6022-1 is noticed in the video. The effect manifests in the affected subject perceiving everybody else to be an instance of SCP-6022-1, though this effect can be reversed if Class A amnestics are applied in the 24-hour period after exposure. SCP-6022-2 is a withered yew tree near the southeast border of the object. It is missing its right branch, which is presumed to have broken off due to its weight. SCP-6022-1's anomalous property manifests when a lone driver drives past SCP-6022-2. In all incidents, the driver would report abruptly losing control of the vehicle and driving into SCP-6022-2, afterwards losing consciousness. All such events, regardless of the driver’s survival will result in the complete loss of the driver’s right arm, and the fatality rate of such SCP-6022-2 events is higher than non-anomalous car accidents. In roughly 5% of known SCP-6022-2 events, the driver contracts SCP-6022-3 through unknown means. SCP-6022-3 is a complex prion similar in structure to SCP-███ and the effects of the prion has an unusually short incubation period spanning roughly a week, resulting in the affected subject turning into an instance of SCP-6022-3-A. During the incubation period, the infected subject reports encountering SCP-6022-1 in their sleep. Such dreams often involve the subject being trapped in a forest at nightfall and getting stalked by SCP-6022-1, and the dream always concludes with SCP-6022-1 finding the subject and looking into their eyes. In such events, the subject’s heart rate can spike up to 220 beats per minute, sometimes leading to death. Attempts to avoid sleeping have little effect, as well as chemicals administered to help the subject stay awake. At the end of the incubation period, the subject will take on the appearance of a native from the grove where speech is controlled and will attempt to initiate touch with the nearest human, turning them into another instance of SCP-6022-3-A. It is likely that the prion spreads upon physical exposure to SCP-6022-3-A, and that deceased instances of SCP-6022-3-A are still contagious. SCP-6022-4 is located at the center of SCP-6022. It is composed of numerous anomalous symbols and letters suspected by Foundation cryptographers to be related to SCP-████ and ███ ███████, a known Group of Interest. SCP-6022-4 spans approximately 100m and emits a steady stream of Roentgen rays with a wavelength of around 1nm, which led to its discovery by thermal imaging satellites owned by the Foundation. A SCP-6022-4 Event occurs when the amplitude of the waves produced by SCP-6022-4 exceed 20 meters, and Procedure 6022-Thysia is to be enacted within 24 6 hours. Procedure 6022-Thysia requires the following: Two armed security guards with Security Clearance of 2 or higher (henceforth referred to as “guards”) One Foundation personnel with Security Clearance of 3 or higher (henceforth referred to as “celebrant”) One clay sculpture of a human in a sitting posture (henceforth referred to as “sculpture”) One chair made of animal bones and wooden sticks doused in commercial lighter fluid (henceforth referred to as “chair”) One stone effigy of a human fetus doused with commercial lighter fluid (henceforth referred to as “effigy”) Two lighters, or any other device capable of consistently starting a flame under any circumstances (henceforth referred to as “lighters”) The celebrant is to secure the sculpture to the chair, with the guards present to prevent any deviation from the steps listed in the procedure. The celebrant is to place the effigy on the lap of the sculpture and chant the phrase “██████, ██████ ██ █████████” repeatedly until the procedure is completed. The celebrant is then to use the lighter to set the chair and the effigy on fire. The other lighter is a spare, in the circumstance the first lighter fails to produce a flame. After this is done, the fire is to be allowed to burn out, at which point the celebrant is to stop chanting. All materials used for the procedure are to be gathered up and the chair, along with the sculpture and the effigy, is to be incinerated afterwards. Failure to complete Procedure 6022-Thysia may result in [REDACTED], the last such event resulting in over 1███ deaths from a severe earthquake occurring exactly 24 hours after a SCP-6022-4 Event. Discovery: SCP-6022 came to the Foundation’s attention in 198█ as a possible anomaly after multiple reports of ‘iron-hating leprechauns’ abducting children from a nearby town. Further investigation revealed a forest with unusual heat signatures, later classified as SCP-6022. At the time of the object’s discovery, numerous legends about SCP-6022 and SCP-6022-1 had been in circulation, leading to the area being written off as ‘cursed’. As such, the Foundation was able to secure SCP-6022 and build Site-6022 with relative ease. Addendum: SCP-6022-4 events have become more frequent, occurring roughly once every fortnight. Expert Foundation Thaumaturgists have recommended that elaborate patterns be etched onto the skin of the effigy and the sculpture in Procedure 6022-Thysia as to 'appease' the object for a longer period of time. Addendum 2: On ██/██/202█, Procedure 6022-Thysia was delayed due to [REDACTED] and a tsunami occurred exactly 6 hours after a SCP-6022-4 event, resulting in an excess of 1████ deaths. This change in behavior corresponded to a breach of an anomaly contained by Protocol 4000-ESHU, which the object is presumed to be related to. As such, containment protocols have been updated. Addendum 3: On ██/██/202█, a document was recovered nailed to SCP-6022-2. The document was made of vellum, though further analysis into its composition remains inconclusive. The aforementioned document, henceforth referred to as Document-6022-2, appeared to be aged upon retrieval and carbon dating study revealed Document-6022-2 to be at least 2000 years old. The document is in Ogham, a Celtic script, and what appears to be juice from an unknown berry was used to write on the document. Personnel with a security clearance of Level 4 and above can view a copy of the translated text in Document-6022-2 below. The document is currently stored in a low-risk standard locker at Site-19 with the credentials to retrieve the document solely with the incumbent SCP-6022 Research Head. + Document-6022-2 - Level 4 Access Granted All this loud noise. All this bright light. All these people. Leave me alone. I just want my forest back. The final line contained a cognitohazard with the effect of causing roughly 20% of viewers to express a sudden interest in Celtic mythology and nature. Re-exposure to Document-6022-2 might affect unaffected readers, though Class-B amnestics are able to reverse the effects of the cognitohazard entirely. After preliminary testing with Document-6022-2, two D-Class used for testing have since been gauged suitable for rehabilitation into society. The subjects, D-6███ and D-9████ have been given the suitable amnestics, and released, where they have been working as prominent anthropologists on Celtic folklore and mythology. Addendum 4: Document-6022-2 is presumed to be related to Damu, a Celtic land deity, judging from the content and the estimated age of the document. In the days after the document's recovery, personnel stationed at Site-6022 have reported heightened feelings of paranoia and soft laughter in the facility, though audio recording devices have not picked up any sounds of the like. One month after Document-6022-2's recovery, site personnel have reported occasionally seeing a tall hooded figure in SCP-6022 and having dreams of being buried alive. Staff morale has been decreasing drastically, and as such, SCP-6022's containment procedures have been amended. Revised containment procedures are now awaiting the approval of Overwatch Command. |
SCP-6023 | keter | Client moray eel and cleaner wrasse footage, associated with first experimental instance of SCP-6023-1 in North America. Client potato grouper and cleaner wrasse footage associated with first experimental instance of SCP-6023-1 in Asia. Item #: SCP-6023 Special Containment Procedures: A dedicated team of Foundation social media specialists is to create a series of fabricated advertisements promoting “Fish Snacks” brand aquatic pet food mixes, and release them to major video sharing services. Each advertisement must feature a salesperson walking upon water as the consistent “gimmick” pertaining to the brand. Fake fan parodies and mimic videos are to be released every six months, with viewcounts manipulated to indicate lack of popularity and discourage replication. A two-researcher disinformation team is to monitor social media for any civilian reports of SCP-6023. Should SCP-6023-1 individuals be identified, they are to be amnesticized and monitored for a minimum of one month. The Foundation will maintain a detailed dossier of these individuals in case they continue to exhibit a predisposition for anomalous abilities. Any Foundation documentation pertaining to in-house SCP-6023-1 instances is to be shared across all international branches. Description: SCP-6023 is an anomalous phenomenon that is triggered when certain humans observe cleaner wrasse fish (genus Labroides) within the mouths of client aquatic creatures. The anomaly has been observed to manifest regardless of the method of observation, and thus far has been known to affect both viewing of video footage as well as in-person viewing. Humans affected by SCP-6023 will experience the following: The human subject (designated SCP-6023-1) will hear the phrase “fish snacks” repeated several times, to the tune of a popular children’s song they remember from their childhood. The tune will end with the phrase, “looking for some fish snacks” and the lyrics will repeat as long as the viewer continues to observe the cleaner wrasses at work. Upon looking away from the cleaner wrasses, SCP-6023-1 individuals will suddenly feel a passing inclination to seek out a large body of water and search for fish. While singing the tune and words they have learned from SCP-6023, SCP-6023-1 individuals will be able to walk upon water surfaces over depths up to 10 meters. (Thus far, this effect seems to only manifest if the SCP-6023-1 individual walks barefoot.) Thus far, Foundation experimentation has indicated that SCP-6023 will manifest in approximately 0.001% of test subjects. It is currently believed that civilians affected by SCP-6023 will be highly unlikely to discover its secondary effect, as test subjects required prompting in order to manifest the effect themselves. As of most recent test results, there are no consistent traits (personality, health history, socioeconomic status, etc.) observed between known SCP-6023-1 individuals. International Foundation facility records indicate more observed SCP-6023-1 individuals in China than any other country, possibly alluding to the origin point of the SCP-6023 anomaly itself. The song most commonly noted was “捕鱼歌” (bǔ yú gē), translated roughly to “fishing song”. The SCP-6023-1 individual who holds the record for the longest water-walking session is a D-Class personnel member, who completed eighteen consecutive laps of a Foundation pool while singing the “鱼零食” (yú língshí, “fish snacks”) lyrics. From international testing documents, “It is believed that the louder and more sincerely an SCP-6023-1 individual sings, the better they are able to keep their balance atop the water’s surface.” Addendum SCP-6023-1: At the urging of the 6023 project lead, an ambassador from the Serpent’s Hand was requested to give a consultation regarding whether more stringent containment procedures were necessary, and if SCP-6023 itself was inherently malicious. The ambassador gave the following statement: It’s a simple spell, we teach it to children for fun. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6023" by Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6023. Licensed under CC-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: thatsamoray.jpg Name: Moray6.jpg Author: Albert kok License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Moray6.jpg Filename: potat.jpg Name: Epinephelus tukula is cleaned by two Labroides dimidiatus.jpg Author: Richard Ling License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Epinephelus_tukula_is_cleaned_by_two_Labroides_dimidiatus.jpg |
SCP-6024 | euclid | This article sucks, and you're better off not reading it. close Info X SCP-6024: The Reality Dreamer Author: Savanac Lovely Critters: cybersqyd Apoplexic Cyvstvi Oystershell Navimaster does not match any existing user name Quadraginta EthanHanson forbiddenquest Marcelles_Raynes does not match any existing user name And thank you to anybody who went over this in IRC chat! Draft Forum Thread Ideas Critique Forum Thread Item#: 6024 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6024 is to be kept in a humanoid containment chamber while its anomalous abilities are sufficiently suppressed by Amanda Greene. Mrs. Greene may be provided aid in the containment of SCP-6024 upon request and is to undergo psychological evaluation on a monthly basis. SCP-6024's chamber has been outfitted with a functioning nasogastric feeding tube and urinary catheter. The entity must be moved every two to three hours to avoid the formation of pressure ulcers; cleaning of the anomaly's physical form will occur biweekly. Description: SCP-6024 is a white male of advanced age. Despite the fact that SCP-6024 is currently comatose and would medically be considered brain-dead, the anomaly's consciousness exists and functions inside a pocket-reality referred to as SCP-6024-01. The anomalous effects of SCP-6024 manifest when any human within its range enters the rapid eye movement stage of sleep. Subjects are rendered superficially brain-dead as their consciousnesses are transported into SCP-6024-01. Anatomical functions within participants' bodies continue and brain activity returns when subjects are awoken, though affected persons will not rouse without the influence of external stimuli. Scranton Reality Anchors are inadequate for mitigating this effect; it is theorized that the reality transfer is too insignificant to be affected by circumambient Hume stabilization1. The range of SCP-6024's anomalous properties has been found to have an inversely proportional relationship with the entity's current mental state and can be measured by use of the onsite Kant counter. Amanda Greene has been inducted to counteract the properties of SCP-6024 by improving the anomaly's overall mood and decreasing its influence. Discovery: Foundation personnel stationed within the proximity of SCP-6024 reported encountering anomalous activity. Due to the seemingly nonbelligerent nature of the entity, Doctor Charles Mobley was tasked with attempting contact. This action engendered the successful containment of SCP-6024. Addendum 6024.a: Document 6024-01 ► Open Debriefing Transcript ◄ ◄ Close Debriefing Transcript ► Document 6024-01 Interviewer: Doctor Adam Beunchi Interviewed: Doctor Charles Mobley (Doctors Mobley and Beunchi are seated across from each other within a Foundation safehouse.) Beunchi: Alright so, now that you've finally roused, what did you see in there? (Doctor Mobley briefly drinks from a cup and then places it onto a side table.) Mobley: Well when I first got there, got into wherever it was, I looked down and saw my body. It took me a little while to realize that it wasn't mine. I was looking at a near-perfect replica, yet somehow I knew it wasn't real. Beunchi: Okay, and can you describe some of the entities our boys in the field reported seeing? Mobley: Yeah, they had surrounded me, or maybe I was just thrown into the pile. Their bodies were all wrong in the same way. If that's everybody in this city right now, we have a hell of an amnestisization job on our hands. Beunchi: Oh well, they've done it before and they can do it again. Anyway, as for everything that happened to you in there, we'll need to get it all on tape. Let's get it out of the way, and we can be on the next flight back to eighty-eight. Mobley: As much as I'd love to be back already, I don't think this'll be so easy to clean up. Beunchi And why's that? (Doctor Mobley picks up a Manila folder lying beside him and opens to a graph of data recorded during his excursion.) Mobley: If my memory serves right, these readings from our Kant counter correlate directly with when I interacted with the entity controlling the place. Beunchi: Hold on, you never mentioned meeting somebody in charge. Mobley: I'll get to that in a second. For now, just look here; if I can recall my exact conversation with it, the jumps listed seem to align with when I brought up how the hell everyone got there. Then this large dip lines up with when I comforted the thing. Beunchi: You gave consolation to an anomaly? Mobley: It looked like a despairing old man crying about its wife, and I had to get information out of it somehow. Beunchi: If you think doing so was justified, I won't argue, but I know some higher ups who might disagree with that sort of interaction. Also, if it just looked like an old man, how did you come to the conclusion that it was running the place? Mobley: Knowing that was instinctual, and I think the others felt it too because they had all taken a few steps back from it. Beunchi: Did the entity end up giving you anything to work with? Mobley: Not really, it seemed to be as dazed as the rest of the people in there. The thing actually thought that it—and the rest of them—were in some kind of purgatory. Oh yeah, and it can remember a car accident before ending up there. Beunchi: I might be able to work with that tidbit. Did it say anything that deviates from our established timeframe? Mobley: It thinks that they've been there for about a week. Beunchi: Alright then, I'll run through car crashes around here in the past two weeks and see if anything turns up, though I'm gonna need a proper physical description for that. Mobley: I'll write something up after this is over. Beunchi: Sounds good, are we done here? Mobley: Almost, I want you to get some pre-approval from eighty-eight's containment head for reining in a civvie. Beunchi: What's that about? Lifting the curtain for a civilian is not casual office work, I'd need a damn good reason. Mobley: Well if my theory on the range of this thing pans out to be correct, then I want to bring in its wife to try and suppress the field. Beunchi: Do you really think that's our only option here? Mobey: No, not quite. I would just like to have a head start on the proceedings in the case that we go through with it. Beunchi: I suppose it's better to be prepared than to have an out-of-control anomaly. Buzzer? Mobley: Buzzer. (Doctor Beunchi reaches over to the camera and ends the recording.) Lead Researcher Printed Name: Adam H. Beunchi Lead Researcher Authorization Signature: Adam Beunchi [END OF DOCUMENT] Recovery: SCP-6024's physical form was discovered by Foundation specialists after Doctor Mobley's successful interaction. Following positive identification, personnel airlifted the body from Cape Regional Medical Center and delivered it to Site 88 Subsidiary Warehouse B2 for provisional containment. Addendum 6024.b: Document 6024-02 ► Open Log Transcript ◄ ◄ Close Log Transcript ► Document 6024-02 Logged By: Doctor Charles Mobley Subject: SCP-6024 (Doctor Mobley is seen pulling his hand away from a keyboard.) Mobley: Containment update log number one. Mobley: Presently, I don't think any words describe our situation better than "not ideal." We have assumed that thirty-to-forty kilometers is the maximum distance the effect can spread as it does not seem like the entity can become much more distressed. Bearing that in mind, I don't think any change in location for a more secure Veil3 should be considered at this time. Mobley: Concerning the civilians trapped within SCP-6024-01: when we removed the physical form of SCP-6024 from Cape May, the victims were immediately released and have since been given amnestic treatment. Mobley: Unfortunately, this caused SCP-6024 to become completely alone within the dimension. To counter this, we have given some of the more charismatic onsite employees the opportunity to take rotations within SCP-6024-01 and keep the entity in a decent mood so as to not allow it to regress and ruin the minimal progress made thus far. Mobley: Hey Doctor Beunchi, come over here. Do you have anything to add to the log before I shut it off? Beunchi: Have you said anything about moving forward? Mobley: I have not. Beunchi: Alright, I'll take over on that bit and then we can wrap up the log. (Doctor Mobley moves aside and allows Doctor Beunchi to bend down in front of the computer.) Beunchi: The current long-term goal for this project is to comfortably fit SCP-6024 into a Site 88 containment chamber, because the Foundation considers it impractical to have this warehouse and several others in the vicinity engulfed by anomalous effects. As you can imagine, that day is most likely quite far off. Beunchi: But our biggest upcoming event involves me slogging through paperwork in order for a civilian to see her partner again. Though we all seem to agree, this is by-far the easiest solution besides outright destruction. Beunchi: God knows that would certainly be simpler. (Doctor Beunchi places his hand onto the keyboard and the recording ends.) [END OF DOCUMENT] File for Civilian Induction Doctor Adam Beunchi requests permission to make use of 1 member(s) of the civilian population in the containment of SCP-6024. The following documentation has been submitted in an attempt to provide context for this request. SCP-6024 Effects Overview Document 6024-01 Document 6024-02 COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ O5-██ STATUS APPROVED … Addendum 6024.c: Document 6024-03 ◄ Close Log Transcript ► Document 6024-03 Logged By: Doctor Charles Mobley Subject: SCP-6024 (Doctor Mobley can be seen grinning while pulling his hand away from a keyboard.) Mobley: Containment update log number two. Mobley: I was ecstatic while reading the results of our testing, and I feel even better announcing them now. It was all a humongous success, the range actually dropped to zero for several minutes before staying steady under one-hundred meters. Mobley: A crew was quickly called in and constructed ad hoc quarters for Mrs. Greene to stay in, appropriately situated right next to SCP-6024's chamber. Mobley: She's still a little bit apprehensive of the Foundation, though I believe that to be perfectly understandable and will change given some time. We even learned that they used to write poetry together; facilitating their hobbies, I'm sure, will be an easy additional success. Mobley: We still have a ways to go until our goal, but I don't think I am remiss in being at the very least a little excited at this milestone. Mobley: Of course, with all this success, I would be remiss if I didn't mention some of our current shortcomings. Most notably of which is the fact that Mrs. Greene, for the benefit of her health, cannot be installed within SCP-6024-01 permanently, or else we may lose our only chance at effective containment. Mobley: I think it all more-or-less boils down to the "what-if" scenarios: what if we lose Amanda Greene? Both she and the anomaly are exceedingly old and frail. I'd go so far as to say SCP-6024 is in a worse state than when it arrived, but I don't think I'm qualified to state that opinion on something barely noticeable. (Doctor Mobley briefly sighs.) Mobley: Assuming that nothing goes horribly wrong, I think that we are at least on the right track. (Doctor Mobley places his hand onto the keyboard and the recording ends.) [END OF DOCUMENT] … Incident Report Incident Severity Level: Yellow Active Lead Researcher: Adam Harold Beunchi While commencing scheduled cleaning of SCP-6024, a nurse assigned to the task inadvertently removed the subject's left index finger. Investigation into the severing revealed that the physical form of SCP-6024 is deteriorating. The cause of this rapid decline in condition is currently subject to intense scrutiny. For employee safety, personnel are no longer permitted to sleep within SCP-6024's range. Amanda Greene has been granted special access in order to extend effective containment of the anomaly. SCP-6024 is not to be informed of its affliction but is to be routinely questioned about its well-being. The entity has begun to cease life-function and is beyond treatment. By her own request, and through unanimous vote, Amanda Greene will remain within SCP-6024-01. Safety concerns have been voiced and summarily dismissed on account of Mrs. Greene's willingness. Document 6024-04 Logged By: Doctor Charles Mobley Subject: SCP-6024 (Doctor Mobley appears disheveled and settles into a chair.) Mobley: They both passed away this morning at the exact same time, though I suppose we don't really know if just the bodies died or their minds went with it. Mobley: Evidently the anomaly was linked to it, as the effect appears to have dissipated completely. (Doctor Mobley chuckles softly.) Mobley: It looks like Beunchi was right about the easiest solution after all. Mobley: Oh, and we figured out what went wrong. A colleague wrote the first law of thermodynamics on our whiteboard and it suddenly clicked. Mobley: The reality transfer occurring every time someone entered the dimension was so insignificant that nobody really stopped to consider where the energy to do so came from. Mobley: Adam and I fucking killed him with our incompetence, or perhaps we didn't, and now I'm left to wonder if eternity in a void is better than dying. Mobley: I'll rewrite the classification tomorrow, I can't afford anymore thought to this right now. (Doctor Mobley places his hand onto the keyboard and the recording ends.) [END OF DOCUMENT] Footnotes 1. Despite this, the affected area is afflicted with measurable Hume misalignment. 2. An underground facility located fifty seven kilometers away from civilian residential housing, built for the containment of inert anomalous objects. 3. 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SCP-6025 | keter | Item#: 6025 Level5 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All factory instances of SCP-6025 are to be surrounded by a perimeter of barbed wire fencing and tank-traps, remaining a minimum of 50 meters away from any structure that composes an SCP-6025 instance. In the case of dockyard instances this will be replaced by anti-submarine nets and naval mines. Armed staff should be present at all times, with anti-tank and anti-aircraft measures present as well. On Sunday of every week, a telegram is to be sent to all instances of SCP-6025 on the behalf of their respective governments ordering them to quarter and halt their forces and await further orders. In the event of a containment breach, an immediate communique will be sent to any and all countries over which airborne or suborbital instances will fly, along with the Global Occult Coalition, North Atlantic Treaty Organization, and all suspected or confirmed nuclear powers, notifying them of the nature of the situation (see Incident Log A). In the event of a mass containment breach, the previous steps will be taken, and all offending factory instances of SCP-6025 are to be bombarded with long-range artillery until their self-defense mechanism is triggered. Airborne Class-C programmable amnotics will be dropped over areas with confirmed visual contact with SCP-6025 instances, targeted to remove recent memories of WWII equipment. Description: SCP-6025 is a group of factories, dockyards, airbases, and launch sites located in nations corresponding to the Allied Powers of WWII, and the successor states of the Axis Powers of WWII. There is also at least 16 facilities in countries that historically remained neutral throughout the war. The total number of facilities is 98. They are all owned by GoI-206-S, known as "The Glasgow United Armory," a defunct subsidiary of Marshall, Carter, and Dark, Ltd. that filed for bankrupty in 1951. The facilities' main anomalous feature is their ability to create equipment of historical nature, dating back to World War Two, without any form of workforce and at a rate 900% higher than any non-anomalous workforce could achieve even if running at peak efficiency. The equipment itself is also anomalous and does not need a crew to function in more than 99% of cases. It is currently unknown from where facility instances of SCP-6025 acquire material, fuel, or ammunition. + Show list of instance types - Hide list of instance types SCP-6025-A: All forms of facilities designed and constructed to manufacture, accommodate, launch, and maintain all other instances of SCP-6025. SCP-6025-B: All mobile instances serving a "support" role. Examples include transport and cargo watercraft, military engineers and their corresponding vehicles, any form of transport land vehicle or aircraft, and the like. SCP-6025-C: All mobile instances not serving a support role and taking humanoid forms. Examples include regular infantry, machine-gun and mortar crews, snipers, and the like. SCP-6025-D: All mobile instances not serving a support role and taking land vehicular forms. Examples include tanks and other armored vehicles, most artillery, and the like. SCP-6025-E: All mobile instances not serving a support role and taking aerial vehicular forms. Examples include fighter and bomber aircraft, close air support, multirole aircraft, and the like. SCP-6025-F: All mobile instances not serving a support role and taking watercraft forms. Examples include battleships, destroyers, submarines, and the like. SCP-6025-G: All instances taking the form of rocket-based weaponry larger than can be realistically crewed by instances of SCP-6025-C. Particular examples include the German Vergeltungswaffe 2, the American VB01, and others. SCP-6025-H: All mobile instances taking the form of weapons that were devised but not constructed or used widely during the Second World War. Examples include the Panzerkampfwagen VIII Maus, the Messerschmitt P.1099, the Gloster Meteor, and others. Equipment produced by instances of SCP-6025-A is animate, though it is unknown if the equipment has intrinsic sentience or displays the sentience of its home factory. All equipment follows its specifications and capabilities, as proven during World War Two or predicted during the time. Equipment has been seen to experience wear, become inoperable due to said wear if not maintained, and be damaged by non-anomalous sources such as ballistic trauma, heat, water, weather, etc. Equipment that requires external intervention to function (i.e. small arms, crew-served weapons and the like) is wielded by animate constructs superficially resembling mannequins. Equipment appears to bear allegiance to the home country of the facility responsible for its construction. They follow their chain of command, obey orders from said country, and do not engage forces their country was not at war with during World War Two. Equipment also appears to act as though World War Two is continuing. Each Sunday, SCP-6025-A instances will "reset," erasing orders set in a previous week. They will then have new orders assigned to them by a "High Command," often involving offensives into "enemy" territory. During said offensives, members of the "Allied" force appear to be more conscientious of civilian casualties than members of the "Axis" force. However, due to the fact that incursions into "Axis" territory are more common than incursions into "Allied" territory, the "Allied" force is nevertheless responsible for more civilian casualties. Instances of SCP-6025-A will switch allegiances if a member of an enemy country enters the facility and takes its flag, located at its highest point accessible from the inside, and replaces it with the flag of another country. This is exceptionally dangerous considering the heavy defenses surrounding an SCP-6025-A instance, and any force that attempts the task, anomalous or otherwise, will almost invariably suffer heavy casualties numbering from 30-95% of the original force dead or incapacitated. In the event that the facility flag is destroyed, the defending force will forgo any allegiances and attack anyone nearby if their intent is not to assist them. All humanoid instances of SCP-6025 are capable of verbal communication, and all non-humanoid instances are capable of radio communication, speaking in a randomly-generated male voice in the language of their home facility's country. Instances of SCP-6025-A are also capable of sending and receiving telegrams, radio broadcasts, and television signals. When damaged by any weapon of larger caliber than .50, instances of SCP-6025-A will broadcast a "distress signal" over an anomalous radio frequency (105.7) which cannot be jammed or intercepted in any known way. This causes all forces created by the facility in its current state to immediately return to their home factory and retaliate against the agency that damaged the facility. However, if the offender is destroyed, out of range, or unable to be detected, the forces will end the retaliation and repair the facility to full integrity and efficiency within 4 days. For this reason, instances of SCP-6025 will never bombard or otherwise create the potential for harm to SCP-6025-A instances when attempting to capture them. They also will not attack the last instance of SCP-6025-A of a country, instead blockading it until the forces of the blockaded facility break the blockade, an event that happens in 100% of cases within 1 month. + Discovery Log, May 18, 1956 - Discovery Log, May 18, 1956 Caller: Agent Hayes Receiver: CENTCOM <Begin Log, 0300> [Hayes repeats security code into radio, security code is accepted.] Hayes: This is Exploration Team 3, reporting in from Roswell, New Mexico. Message, over. CENTCOM: Exploration Team 3, send message, over. Hayes: Reporting a possible anomaly roughly half a click southeast. A… factory, it looks like. Over. CENTCOM: We're going to need a better description. Does it have a logo? Over. Hayes: Umm… give me the binocs! Yeah. Glasgow United Armory. No trespassing by order of the U.S. Army. Violators will be shot on sight. Over. CENTCOM: Is it active? Hayes: Yeah, looks like. I can see smoke coming out of the chimneys. I can see through the windows, though. No one seems to be inside. Hold on… is that a Sherman? CENTCOM: A Sherman tank? Hayes: Affirmative. An M4A3 Sherman medium tank. CENTCOM: Is it active? Hayes: Let's see… yes, I can see the exhaust coming off of it. Hold on… those don't look like people. CENTCOM: Description. Hayes: They're wearing… Army uniforms. Armed. Humanoid, but far too pale. Even at this distance, I should be able to see facial features through the binocs. They're bringing out some trucks, GMC CCKW by the looks of it. Flatbeds, and in the back… oh my god. They've got bombs. CENTCOM: What kind of bombs? Hayes: Miller says he recognizes them. 500-pounders, from the war. I haven't seen them bring anything in though… CENTCOM: Are you sure you haven't just found a manufactory? Hayes: I mean, we'd think that, but there's too much materiel, and it's all outdated. It doesn't look like they're getting rid of surplus war equipment either. Potential Group of Interest, you got anything on Glasgow? [A short pause.] CENTCOM: Corporate records show that it was at one point subsidized by… Marshall, Carter, and Dark. It's out of business, officially. Hayes: Well, you'll have to update that record, because- [A distant explosion is heard, followed by a loud whoosh and a louder blast.] Hayes: JESUS CHRIST! CENTCOM: What's happening? Hayes: The damn Sherman took a potshot at us! CENTCOM: Was it accurate? Hayes: No, but Miller doesn't look too good. I think he's got shrapnel. CENTCOM: Do not engage. Pull back, we'll sent in air recon and support. Hayes: Affirmative. <End Log, 0307> Closing Statement: [Exploration Team 3 was airlifted from the site at 0430. Agent Miller was treated for shrapnel injuries and blood loss, and Researcher Delacroix was treated for a mild concussion.] + Incident Log A, August 5, 1959 - Incident Log A, August 5, 1959 <Begin Video Log, 0730> Locale: Containment 45 surrounding SCP-6025-A28, located north of Norwich, England, a locus for SCP-6025 instances of both British and American nature. Agent Hayes: [walking from the direction of Area-45's barracks] New day, new me! What's for breakfast? Researcher Price: Breakfast was half an hour ago. You slept late again. Agent Miller: Don't worry, Jay. I saved some for you. Hayes: Aw, thanks! [IRRELEVANT DIALOGUE REMOVED] Security Officer Gray: Agent Hayes? Hayes: Yes? Gray: We've got a C at the gate. Wants to talk to you. Hayes: A C-class instance wants to talk to me and not the site manager? Gray: Mentioned you by name, sir. Hayes: Ugh, fine. Let him in. [A short pause.] [An instance of SCP-6025-C wearing a British airman's uniform enters the view of the camera.] Hayes: What do you want? SCP-6025-C1: [In a London accent.] Hello to you too. Captain Ryan Snow, Royal Air Force. I'm here to negotiate. Hayes: What's there to negotiate? We've already hammered out a deal with your commanding officer. SCP-6025-C1: Yes, but 'stay in your box and we won't utterly annihilate you' is a rather detrimental agreement for us, don't you think? You didn't think that would last forever, did you? Hayes: Watch your tone, buddy. You're in our territory. I could have Gray here blow your head off if you don't behave. SCP-6025-C1: If you'll let me speak, you might just get a chance to learn something. I'm here to give you a counter-offer. You leave this place and don't interfere in the affairs of His Majesty the King, and you get to see another day. Hayes: Uh-uh. Out of the question. As long as you and your factory bear these traits, we will not allow you to leave. SCP-6025-C1: So, is that how it ends? Hayes: Yes. You're going to stay there, and you're going to like it. You've tried to break out before. It never worked. SCP-6025-C1: You know, this could've been fruitful. You could've survived. But yet you had to interfere in our mission. God save the King. [SCP-6025-C1 removes one hand from its pocket. In it is a Mills Bomb fragmentation grenade. It pulls the pin with its thumb and tosses the grenade.] Gray: GET DOWN! [Security Officer Gray tackles Agents Miller and Hayes into a ditch, and Researcher Price does the same.] [The grenade detonates as SCP-6025-C1 draws a Webley service revolver and fires two shots, fatally wounding two security officers. SCP-6025-C1 then shoots out the security camera. Audio recordings still exist.] Hayes: Shoot him! SHOOT HIM! [Three shots are fired, later revealed to be from Security Officer Gray's rifle. The first strikes and wounds SCP-6025-C1, the second misses, and the third strikes SCP-6025-C1, terminating it.]] [A loud crash is heard as an M8 Greyhound armored vehicle breaks through the barbed-wire barriers surrounding SCP-6025-A28.] Hayes: Somebody get the Bazookas! Unknown: Up! Up! Give us your weapons! <End Log, 0759> Closing Statement: Security Officer Gray, Researcher Price, Agent Hayes, and twelve others were taken hostage by forces of SCP-6025-A28. Agent Miller escaped shortly after being taken hostage, causing five SCP-6025-C casualties. Afterward, a large number of Avro Lancaster heavy bombers were spotted being moved to SCP-6025-A10, an airbase to the west. <Begin Audio Log, 0930> Caller: Foundation Nuclear Command, or NUCOM Receiver: Nuclear Specialist Himmel Receiver Locale: Site-67, Leipzig, Germany Note: Dialogue translated from German. NUCOM: We have a message for Himmel, top priority. Himmel: You're speaking to him. NUCOM: We've received a communique from the Kremlin. They need to speak with you. Rerouting now. Himmel: …Oh. [A phone rings. Nuclear Specialist Himmel answers. There is a long period of silence.] Himmel: The Russians have detected a large swarm of aircraft leaving English airspace at a steady pace. They're headed for Germany. NUCOM: West or East? Himmel: Both. NUCOM: How long do we have until they reach their targets? Himmel: The first aircraft will be flying over East Germany in twenty minutes. The Kremlin says… if we cannot call it off or prove to them that it is an anomaly, they'll scramble their forces under the assumption of an attack by the West. NUCOM: What does that mean? Himmel: Nuclear Armageddon. [REMAINDER OF LOG REDACTED, O5 EYES ONLY] <End Log, 0933> <Begin Audio Recording, 0940> Recorder: Agent Miller Miller: I've found an audio recorder. If I… if anyone recovers this, I want them to know that I did my best. I know what's about to happen. If we don't recontain, that's it. We're all dead. I'm not going out without a fight, though. I know there's a British Army artillery battalion not too far away on training… If I can get their commanding officer to agree, or hijack their guns, I could bomb that place to hell. Maybe they'll die without controllers. [IRRELEVANT FOOTAGE REMOVED] [FURTHER DATA PARTIALLY CORRUPTED] Miller: -You have to believe me! We- I have authority on behalf of the British- Unknown: You're asking me to bomb a location out in the middle of- **I'm with the- Army Group in- targeting object now… fi-! [explosion] shots hit-! Factory- damaged condition- what's that?- incoming! MY GO#$%@(#&$@#[DATA CORRUPTED] <End Log, 0949> Closing Statement: Agent Miller was later discovered deceased among the bodies of 24 British Army members. Miller appeared to have triggered SCP-6025-A28's self-defense mechanism, diverting the bombers to himself and successfully averting an WXK-class Global Conflict event. A total of 47 were killed, along with 89 injured and 18 taken hostage (later released). Cover stories were devised for both the Eastern and Western power blocs, with the former describing an abortive training exercise and the latter describing a successful show of force. Containment procedures revised. + Test Logs, 1967 - Test Logs, 1967 DATE DATA RESULTS NOTES June 8 D-28106, officially an Italian citizen, was given orders to approach SCP-6025-A45, in NY, USA. D-28106 was unharmed and treated as a civilian. Several insults were spoken by C-instances regarding D-28106's nationality. Said instances were later witnessed being forced to do push-ups and squats as a form of discipline. June 12 D-28106 was given a Thompson submachine gun and ordered to approach SCP-6025-A45. D-28106 was liquidated by sniper fire upon entering the perimeter. C-instance snipers observed Army policy and fired warning shots prior to liquidating D-28106. July 4 D-3333, an American national, was ordered to approach SCP-6025-A19, north of Dresden, Germany. D-3333 was immediately struck by a rifle bullet upon entering the perimeter, knocked unconscious, and liquidated via exsanguination within five minutes. Several C-instances were observed to fire at once, and at least one MG-42 emplacement was seen training its weapon on D-3333. July 19 D-3334, also an American national, was given a Thompson submachine gun and ordered to approach SCP-6025-A19. D-3334 was liquidated via sniper fire before setting foot on the premises. It wasn't a problem before, but we're restricting the staff at sites to nationalities historically allied to the country. - Head Researcher Greene August 1-29 D-4579, a German national, was ordered to approach SCP-6025-A19. D-4579 was welcomed by the inhabitants of SCP-6025-A19 and resided there for the next ten years before dying of an underlying health issue. He was buried with military honors on-site. D-4579 was known for his connections to the German neo-fascist movement and was originally sentenced to life imprisonment for the killings of three suspected communists. + Cross-Testing Logs, 1976 - Cross-Testing Logs, 1976 DATE DATA EFFECTS NOTES February 17 A mixture of instances from SCP-6025-A8 (German) were sent through a class-III transient gateway anomaly and followed via camera probe. Reason: Analyzing actions of instances in unfamiliar environments devoid of natural enemies. Feed lost when gateway anomaly closed without prior warning. Einstein-Rosen Bridge communications by the Phitransimun Combine appear to indicate that instances were sent to the same universe as the GoI known as Alexylva University. Policy revised regarding use of trans-universal anomalies for testing. February 29 C-instances from multiple A-instances exposed to SCP-2680. Reason: Test of viability of SCP-2680 in containing SCP-6025. C-instances unaffected. Several C-instances were observed remarking about the strength of the substance. March 1-12 An E-instance (B-17 heavy bomber) was disassembled and run, piece by piece, through SCP-914, set to Fine. Reason: Assessing SCP-6025 upgradability. Upon being reassembled, the E-instance was a B-52H intercontinental nuclear jet bomber, retaining its anomalous traits and, curiously, its "radio voice." However, major sections of the vehicle were noticeably absent, and the existing section was noted to be of precisely equal mass to the input. The instance had also been aggravated, and attempted to escape its hangar, which succeeded, and take off, which resulted in the destruction of the object due to the missing sections resulting in the vehicle not being airworthy. Several researchers have testified that, with an adequate control device, SCP-6025 can be a very valuable asset to the Foundation. However, it has been restated that SCP-914 will not, necessarily, interpret "upgrading" in the same fashion as humans, and increasing aggression and fervor while still adhering to the Law of Conservation of Mass is only one of the ways an upgrading request can be misinterpreted. June 16 Mixed instances introduced to various anomalies unable to be conventionally contained. Reason: Assessing use of SCP-6025 in reducing the immediate threat of Apollyon entities, among other uncontainable anomalies. The A-instances of origin were noted to increase their production rate ten- to twenty-fold, resulting in hyper-destructive anomalies being unable to destroy instances as quickly as they were being produced. No permanent harm was dealt to said anomalies, however. When exposed to Apollyon-level anomalies, instances are noted to desist engaging one another and act in a joint fashion. November 30 Mixed instances exposed to various anomalous and conventional effects. Reason: Assessing full capabilities of instances. Instances are notably immune to damage or effects of/from pathogens, anomalous and otherwise, cognito- and infohazards, all toxins, heat exceeding 500 degrees Celsius and below -150 degrees Celsius, all physioactive substances, ionizing radiation levels exceeding 300,000 Rad/hour, most other electromagnetic radiation regardless of dose (notably reflecting electromagnetic radiation above a certain density, such as lasers), and cognitoaffectors. However, humanoid instances display a tolerance to physical damage similar to that of humans, with an outer shell composed of an unknown polymer similar in physical properties to polyvinyl chloride (PVC.) Upon dissection, humanoid instances are composed of separate "compartments," comprising the head and body. The "body" section appears to be filled completely with refined lithium for an unknown reason. The lithium is of a purity as of yet unattainable by non-anomalous means. The head compartment is empty (a vacuum, in fact), excepting a small pamphlet touting the capabilities of SCP-6025, thanking the reader for purchasing an A-instance, and signed by one "Dr. Peter, PhD." + Incident Log B, September 12, 2020 - Incident Log B, September 12, 2020 Locale: Foundation Crisis Command 6, or APOCOM6, located in ██████. Note: Video logs and photographs of SCP-6025-A expunged following discovery of anomalous effects on recordings, causing the brief appearance of cognitohazardous imagery. Staff names replaced with codenames for privacy reasons. <Begin Log, 0906> Ethics Committee Liaison "Orwell": We just want to limit the use of amnotics, that's all. Commander (S-5) "Kepler": Amnotics are just the next step up from amnestics, and you all never seemed to question those. Orwell: We have, █████. Many times. The Forgotten Epidemic was the result of your subordinates leaking the recipe. Imagine if cognito-affective nanomachines were reverse-engineered by, say, the Insurgency. Mnemonic modification is only one of the things they can do. Kepler: If you're talking about infecting the populace with something that makes them into mindless killing machines at the drop of a hat, then you're wrong. The Foundation can't do that. The most advanced society in the known worlds doesn't even know if that's possible, ██████. Besides, that's why we have failsafes, nullifiers. Why would we put a fleet of tiny robots into someone's head if we couldn't deactivate and destroy them at any time? Orwell: I don't know, maybe ask Anderson Robotics when they deployed their little "Huntsman" vaccine. If one little computer virus from the GOC caused 68,000 deaths across the globe, specifically from the bots attacking the body and melting the organs down, creating a lethal nanovirus that we are still trying to contain, then you would have righteous cause to be worried, █████. Kepler: But we need this. The world's getting smaller, and we don't have as many places to hide in. With amnestics, we spent billions quieting down the press after containment breaches, because why do entire towns suddenly come down with retrograde amnesia? And then there's cover stories, which would cost an astronomical amount more if we made them for those towns. With amnotics, we'd just let them off, tell them what to look for, and be done with it. Imagine if there was an incident with 682. We might be able to explain away an antiquated bomber flying over the ocean, but what do we do with a giant [EXPLETIVE] lizard that we still can't kill? We'll say it was some freak tornado or something, but nobody'll believe that, because nobody remembers. It's the government telling the people what to believe, and that's less effective. If we modify their memories to match the cover story, then it will be the people doing the talking, which is much more believable. It's a matter of the survival of the Veil. If we don't keep our mistakes secret, why do we exist? Orwell: You bring up a valid point, but- [A phone rings.] Assistant "Tolkien": It's for you, sir. [Kepler answers the phone.] Orwell: You know, it's rude to- [Kepler gasps.] Orwell: Sir, what's- Kepler: Shut up! [There is a short pause before Kepler hangs up.] Orwell: … Sir? Kepler: Something's happened with 6025. Big. Orwell: I'm cleared to know this. Kepler: No you're not. Orwell: Are you suggesting that the Ethics Committee is not allowed to know everything we need to know in order to- Kepler: Yes. You're Level 5, right? Orwell: Yes? Kepler: I just got off the phone with 05-█. And you were never here. [There is a brief scuffle before Kepler fires a syringe gun into Orwell's chest. Orwell is quickly rendered unresponsive.] Kepler: Now, █████. Tolkien: Yes, sir? Kepler: Get me live footage of A56, now. Tolkien: Yes, sir. [Tolkien brings up footage of SCP-6025-A56. On the screen, there is a launchsite resembling those used in WWII to launch V-2 rockets. An Opel Blitz transport vehicle is pulling a modified V-2 on an attached trailer. The rocket appears to have been outfitted with a more advanced, but still primitive, guidance system, an enlarged fuel tank, and an enlarged payload space.] Tolkien: Looks like an ICBM. Kepler: It is. [The radio bleeps as it receives a signal.] Agent Parrell (over radio): APOCOM, we've got a major problem. Kepler: Location. Parrell: SCP-6025-A33. A convoy of trucks has just left the facility. Kepler: Carrying? Parrell: Bombs. Big ones. They look like… oh no. They look like nukes. Kepler: I'm sorry, did you say nukes? Parrell: Yes. Nuclear bombs, Mark 3, same kind as the bomb dropped on Nagasaki. Kepler: Where is A33 again? Parrell: We're outside of Honolulu, Hawaii. They're being trailed by Pershing tanks. Wait, are they- [The radio signal cuts off.] Kepler: What happened? Tolkien: They didn't broadcast the closing code. That means the signal was interrupted by either jamming… or destruction of the radio. Kepler: We sent them their weekly order, right? Tolkien: Yeah, so they must have just ignored it… What's happening to the screen? [Kepler and Tolkien both look at the screen. The viewfeed begins to flicker as it focuses on the building. As the camera continues to focus, the feed distorts more and begins to flash.] Kepler: DON'T LOOK! [The feed displays [DATA EXPUNGED]. Kepler covers his eyes with both hands and turns away from the screen. Tolkien is unable to look away in time. As the screen continues to [DATA EXPUNGED], Tolkien begins violently convulsing before falling to her knees. The feed cuts off.] Kepler: █████! Are you okay? Come on, talk to me! [Tolkien does not respond. Her eyes are rolled up in her head and blood is flowing from her tear ducts, nostrils and ears.] Kepler: Dammit, no! [Kepler picks up the radio and dials a number.] Kepler: A33, give me a SITREP. Site Manager Brooke: We've got a complete containment breach. The instances are already moving planes out. They look to be some sort of early jet bombers. They're heading towards Pearl Harbor. Kepler: Affirmative. We're sending military support. [Kepler ends the transmission. He then picks up the phone again and orders U.S. military channels to be monitored as closely as possible.] [The radio bleeps again.] Foundation Extraplanetary Command, or EXCOM: TERMITE's just shot down a V-2 on a suborbital trajectory. From the blast it made, it was some sort of jury-rigged nuclear missile. Kepler: Where was it headed? EXCOM: Its trajectory would have allowed it to strike anywhere in the triangle formed by Birmingham, London, and Norwich. Judging by the EMP that took out comms in northern France, it was a 20-kiloton blast. Kepler: Are there more? EXCOM: SCP-6025 could have been building these for years, so anywhere between one and one thousand of them exist. [Kepler curses to himself, then hangs up. Shortly afterward, the phone rings again. Kepler picks it up.] [A live feed of an air traffic control channel plays.] Unknown: Mustang-7, requesting landing clearance. Tower: Repeat? Unknown: Mustang-7, requesting landing clearance. Tower: Mustang-7, your IFF is not on the current list. Is this an error? Unknown: Negative. Requesting landing clearance. Tower: Negative. You are not cleared to land. Unknown: If landing clearance is not received then airbase will be considered hostile. Tower: Mustang-7, you are flying over U.S. military airspace. Identify yourself or we will shoot you down! Unknown: Tower, this is no longer your choice. Requesting landing clearance. Tower: Negative! Identify yourself! Identify- [explosion.] Communications Officer "Asimov": We've lost contact with the tower at Pearl Harbor. We can assume that the bombers have reached their destination and are about to launch. Kepler: They must be headed for Japan. They're going to glass the whole island. Maybe China too. Asimov: Should we activate Protocol Mike-67? Kepler: If we have to take a page out of the GOC's handbook to stop a nuclear war, then so be it. Bomb that place to hell. Asimov: Affirmative. <End Log, 0930> Closing Statement: SCP-6025-A33 and SCP-6025-A56 were bombarded from afar, causing the complete destruction of the facilities. "Tolkien" survived, but has been in a vegetative state since Incident B. Both objects destroyed exhibited no further anomalous properties, and equipment instances produced by them have become non-anomalous. In total, 289 casualties were suffered by members of the civilian population, Foundation, and U.S. Navy and Air Force. Once again, a WXK-class Global Conflict scenario has been averted. + Exploration Log, May 1, 2021 - Exploration Log, May 1, 2021 Parties in Question: MTF Gamma-78, "Old Timers" Locale: SCP-6025-A97, a factory anomaly near Glasgow, Scotland. Foreword: MTF Gamma-78 was dispatched to SCP-6025-A97 to recover potential artifacts, as the factory appears to be larger than most and has been referenced by other instances to be the site of Glasgow United Armory's corporate headquarters. <Begin Log, 2126> [The UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter carrying MTF Gamma-76 lands. For reference, SCP-6025-A97 has an abnormally large exclusion zone averaging 307 meters from the perimeter.] MTF Commander Parkinson: Disembark, disembark! Lieutenant Meyers: Repeat, we are on the ground, MTF Gamma-78 on the ground! Parkinson: NVGs on, I don't want to see a flashlight out or on. We don't know what will trigger them. Specialist Kentland: You think this is safe, being so close to such a big city? Meyers: Well, GUA never had that in mind, so we can't either. Where the SCPs are is where we are, and that's the end of that. Kentland: Yeah, but if this goes loud, we'll have serious issues if a pedestrian gets capped. Parkinson: That's what amnotics are for. Specialist McKenzie: Coming up on the entrance. Why's the damn perimeter so far away? Meyers: A97 is more protective of its integrity than the others. Remember, fingers off triggers. If we're hostile to them, they'll be a lot more to us. But the moment a single shot gets fired, we light 'em up. Understood? [The entire squad nods their assent.] Meyers: Good. [FOOTAGE OMITTED FOR BREVITY] Parkinson: We're here. If anyone wants out, this is your time. [Silence.] Parkinson: Then onward we go. McKenzie, Langley, both of you get to that hill, hide in the grass. If I say so, drop everything that moves. Artillery, if I say the code, blow this place to hell. Firebird, when you see shots, strafe them with the Miniguns. There's a hole in the wall about 30 meters to the west, drilled about an hour ago. They won't have had a chance to discover it. [The squad enters through the hole and enters the main facility. There, they discover sales reports, incident logs, and other documents detailing SCP-6025. Several facilities were designated for construction by the U.S. War Department, the OKW, STAVKA, and others. In one case, a containment breach by a German facility in 1949 caused the deaths of nearly a hundred mercenary personnel, an incident that influenced MC&D to close the company two years later.] [Specialist Gaunt enters a warehouse. The warehouse is devoid of enemies, and he turns back to his detachment. However, the door has closed and locked itself. Gaunt turns around to see a C-instance charging towards him, and fires one shot before being terminated via bayonet to the carotid artery.] Parkinson: What the? Gaunt, come in! Come in! Dammit. Shots fired! Shots fired! [An air raid siren sounds.] Shotgunner Asher: The jig is up! MOVE! [The radio bleeps to indicate an incoming message, but when Parkinson answers, there is only static.] Parkinson: They've jammed our comms. If anyone can hear me, we are regrouping at the armory! [As the largest detachment, containing Parkinson and Meyers, moves towards the armory of the facility, they encounter and terminate several C-instances. Most are of British or American origin, but two are of Soviet and German origin.] Parkinson: Just for the record, that is a definite non-identity on the C-instances. There should not be Germans and Soviets in a Scottish facility. Asher: Hey, I found something! Parkinson: Details. Asher: Office, wooden door, labeled with 'Dr. Steven Peterson, PhD.' Should I open it? Parkinson: That's the CEO's office. Open it, but be on your toes. [Asher gasps as she opens the door. Inside, the corpse of Dr. Peterson hangs from a ceiling beam. He does not possess any signs of decomposition, even though his death was confirmed to have occurred in 1948. On the desk is a paper note.] Parkinson: What do you see? Asher: Peterson's in here, all right. Hanged himself. But it looks like he hasn't been dead for a minute…. There's a note on the desk. Probably a suicide note. Parkinson: Read it. Asher: To all the damn fools in my employ, and the devils that employ me, This is my formal resignation. If anyone finds this, I am a psychificer, or in layman's terms, a paranormal engineer. It's my job to design and build anything that shouldn't work under normal circumstances. For instance, Glasgow United Armory. For the longest time, I thought my inventions were being put to good use! The Psychic Energizer, the Dimensional Drill, the Automan! Now, the first is property of the Soviets and their super-soldiers, the second is used to siphon resources from five separate realities for MC&D's profit, and the Automan- well, if you're reading this, you'd have to know what the Automan is. I created Glasgow United Armory from scratch in 1934. To me the writing was on the wall; there was going to be another war. I built this place thinking I could use my creative powers to assist the good guys and end the war. I created these monstrosities of paranormal technology thinking they would save good men from having to go to the front. But then I ran out of money. Even with powers such as mine, you need materials. So I started looking around. Every investor gawked and laughed at me for daring to dream beyond their profiteering. I eventually had to look in less reputable places. When Marshall, Carter, and Dark found me, I was on the verge of bankruptcy. All of my work would be for nothing. So when I came to them with my sob story, I never thought that they would welcome me, take me in as one of theirs and tell me that 'You're just the thing we needed.' They boosted my pride when it never could have been lower, and in my gratitude, I was blinded to reality. So, with billions of pounds at my disposal, I started expanding. I built factories all over England, then Britain, then America. We started making equipment for both countries, and I didn't care that they never actually used them. I just assumed they didn't deem the public ready to see a tank that drives and mans itself, because that happens in my line of work. Still, it was money in my pocket, and money to my investors. When the war was over, I went to Germany to see if their new regime would be stable enough to allow my investment. The tensions were growing with the Soviets, so they were likely to want it. It was then that I discovered that Glasgow was already there. As it turns out, MC&D had expanded GUA's influence into the Axis powers and the International without me even knowing. The more I looked, the more factories appeared. The men on top had gone behind my back and were going to pit my creations against each other like the war was just some blood-sport they couldn't get enough of. To this day, I believe they never wanted the war to end. They were just going to keep profiting until the world burned down and there was nothing left to buy with the money. So, yes, Marshall, I am resigning. Indeed, Carter, I did destroy that little kill-switch you thought was hidden from me. And Dark, of course I would modify my creation so it no longer needed people to run. You see, people are the problem here. There were the people who rose such evil creatures masquerading as men to absolute power, and then those people exterminated all who were different, and then there were people who sought only to make a quick buck off of the suffering of others. Hopefully, my creations can give us a fresh start, wipe the slate of the old world clean and let humanity learn its lesson. You want the world to burn? You provided me the kindling and the fuel, and with this, I light the match. Forever yours in purgatory, Steven P.S.: I see humanity lasted longer than I thought. You are the ones responsible, are you not? S.C.P. What a nice name. Rolls off the tongue. If I am the wildfire, then you are the firemen. But firemen have scarce hope against the firestorm that is to come. Tell me, why do you believe that this decayed, gangrenous place you call a civilization is worth saving? Asher: What do I do? It's talking to me directly. Parkinson: Hand it over, I'll try writing on the back. [Parkinson writes the words, "BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE." and hands it back to Asher.] Asher: Okay, looks good and- oh! I blinked and it changed. "P.P.S.: I see. I was aware of this before, but you are talking of creatures which threaten to end the world entirely, rather than giving it the reset I desire. You are not here for me specifically, I am just a matter of opportunity. [Parkinson writes, "YES. OUR TECHNOLOGY IS THE ONLY THING SAVING US."] Asher: "P.P.P.S.: [Asher mumbles that she is going to skip the post scripts from now on.] Ah, so you see some reason. But yet, this facility has a machine in the basement, built for that reason. If you or I were to run one of your modern weapons through it, I could recreate it here, endlessly. Then, we could both have what we wanted. Your world would be safe, and you would live in the Garden of Eden once more, unworried by the stresses of modern life. ["YOU LACK TECHNOLOGICAL CAPABILITY. OUR WEAPONS ARE NOT ENOUGH. YOU NEED US TO CONTINUE DEVELOPING THEM."] Asher: Never say never, George. But you make a point. While, at the moment, I lack research facilities, if I were to expand, I could certainly build them. Though that would take some time, something I suspect would be in short supply if you were gone. Very well. I will refrain from annihilating every last one of your cities in nuclear fireballs, for the moment. You can expect an ultimatum when I am ready. In the meantime, my creations are ordered to allow you exit. Run along now, before I get bored and cancel that. Though, you never tried simply asking to speak with me… <End Log, 2300> Closing Statement: MTF Gamma-78 was evacuated from the premises. It has been confirmed that SCP-6025 possesses sentience as a whole and in subdivisions. SCP-6025 is never to be allowed to possess any captured equipment or research assets. SCP-6025 appears to have lowered its production of incendiary and CBRN weapons drastically. Addendum A: SCP-6025 has been reclassified to Keter following Incident B and the discovery of an exponential increase in the volume of equipment produced per year. All requests for reclassification are to be denied until further notice by the O5 Council, due to a non-zero probability of SCP-6025 being the cause of a WXK-Class Global Conflict event. Addendum A1: SCP-6025 was originally Containment Class Euclid, Disruption Class Keneq, and Risk Class Warning, for archival purposes. Addendum B: Discovery of roaming SCP-6025-C instances acting in a special-forces capacity outside of containment has become cause for concern, especially due to their attraction towards airstrips, armories, power plants, and missile silos. Groups of SCP-6025 instances discovered outside of containment are to be neutralized as soon as possible. Addendum C: It has come to the attention of the Foundation that any aircraft carriers built by SCP-6025 are, in fact, instances of SCP-6025-A, capable of endlessly producing sailor-type C-instances and any carrier-capable E-instances. Any carrier-type A-instances are to be terminated immediately due to difficulty of containment. |
SCP-6026 | euclid | Item#: 6026 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Photo of the area where SCP-6026 resides. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6026 is to be left within the Indian Ocean, accompanied by surveillance from MTF Gamma-12 ("Dim Centurion"). Constant surveillance by at least five members is required. Contact with non-Foundation individuals must be prevented. In the event of the anomaly exiting its designated area, it must be followed without disturbance. If it goes beyond 16km, the instance will be redirected back to its designated containment area within the Indian Ocean. If SCP-6026 complies, Gamma-12 members will lead it back to its assigned location without contact. If SCP-6026 fails to comply, Protocol-17 must be initiated. Description: SCP-6026 is a humanoid anomaly, standing at 1.82 meters tall and weighing 87.5 kilograms. It has a distinctively masculine figure, typically seen wearing a black, red, and white tuxedo ensemble in the style made popular in the early 20th century. SCP-6026 has a jellyfish in place of its head. The species of jellyfish is unknown, yet it resembles the Ctenophore species. The jellyfish radiates a neon blue glow, similar to the water in its environment. The stinging tentacles extend from the head by a length of 2 meters. The oral arms to aid with ingestion are roughly 0.25 meters. SCP-6026 has been known to eat smaller sea creatures as well as man-made food due to its humanoid attributes. SCP-6026 has been tested and demonstrated high intelligence levels. It's able to properly communicate with personnel through verbal methods. Verbal sound point is most likely through the tentacles, due to them being the only part of the instance's body that emitted sounds resembling language. Bioluminescence can be used as well, yet it is difficult to do so without proper equipment and testing grounds. Instance has shown the ability to communicate through writing, although its ability to do so is very limited. Addendum.6026.1: Discovery On 2020/11/11 at 09:30, a call was made to authorities by beach moderators. The call was made after reports of a jellyfish on a human male's head were made to a lifeguard at Pereybere Beach, Mauritius. Authorities arrived within 10 minutes after the report was made, followed by Foundation members. The beach was quickly shut down and evacuated after the Foundation deemed it reasonable to do so. Subsequently, Researcher Loughty was sent to examine the anomaly. During examination, the following conversation took place. DISCOVERY LOG N6521X DATE: 2020/11/11 [BEGIN LOG] Loughty: [Sigh.] Alright, I've just gotta… figure out what this thing is, and then I can lea- [Researcher Loughty cut herself off with a gasp, taking a step back from the mass as it moved. The anomaly rose to its feet, turning to presumably face the scientist and hovering over her. It leaned down towards her, as if it was examining her better.] Loughty: H-Hello? [SCP-6026 made a gargling noise of sorts as a few drops of water drained out of the bottom of its head. A low, raspy voice hinted with a British accent emitted from the instance.] SCP-6026: Hello, darling. Loughty: Please don't call me that, uhm- [The researcher stood there in silence for a few seconds.] Loughty: Do you mind if I, uh, take one of your, erm, tentacles-? SCP-6026: No, I don't mind at all. [Loughty moved quickly, taking a surgical tool and cutting off the tentacle. She stepped back, SCP-6026 stood quietly and compliantly the entire time. The anomaly moved the other tentacles, seemingly rearranging them to make up for the loss. Loughty straightened her posture, putting the tentacle into a small container before letting the container fall into her pocket.] Loughty: Thank you. SCP-6026: Of course. [A few more seconds of uncomfortable silence passed.] Loughty: Well, uh, I've gotta like, y'know, go. SCP-6026: Alright. I hope to see you again soon. [SCP-6026 took Loughty's hand, moving it up to where its mouth would presumably be normally. It "kissed" her hand, then bid her a farewell before returning into the water. Loughty stood still for a few more moments in shock before the footage ended.] [END LOG] Addendum.6026.2: Test Logs TEST LOG 001 Summary SCP-6026 was given a variety of foods, intended as either consumable for jellyfish or humans. The variation consisted of shrimp, pork, crabs, and bread. Result Instance ate all four items when given them. TEST LOG 012 Summary SCP-6026 was introduced to a leatherback turtle to test its reaction to the creature. Result Instance showed a reaction of fear, scurrying away from the animal while making noises interpreted as yelling. TEST LOG 036 Summary SCP-6026 was given a piece of paper and a pencil. It was then told to write its responses to questions down on the paper the best that it could. Result While the instance was able to write down some words, it could not form coherent sentences while writing and ended up frustrated due to this. TEST LOG 079 Summary SCP-6026 was reintroduced to Researcher Loughty to test how it would react to seeing the researcher again after a period of time. Result Instance showed serenity when around the researcher, almost a sign of happiness. TEST LOG 080 Summary Researcher Loughty was removed from the area around SCP-6026 and returned to her previous position. Result Instance showed brief hostility, then melancholic behaviors and refusal to leave the water where it resided. Addendum.6026.3: Protocol-17 "If SCP-6026 refuses to cooperate, personnel tracking it are required to deploy a net from a water-specific vehicle large enough1 to fully enclose the anomaly within it. Once contained within the net, SCP-6026 will be led back to its designated area and released from the netting." Protocol-17 was the result of SCP-6026's attempted escape of its current area due to the removal of Researcher Loughty's presence. The audio log from the meeting is attached below. AUDIO LOG IA903M DATE: 2020/12/13 [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher Loughty enters the conference room and quietly sits down, followed by Doctor Sallow and Doctor Williams.] Williams: Howdy. [A few seconds of awkward silence ensue.] Sallow: Uh- yeah, so, we all know why we're here, right? Loughty: Yeah. Williams: 'Course. [Papers shuffling can be heard.] Sallow: Right. So, I've gathered copies of as much of the research on it as I could. Judging off of what I've seen, it really takes a liking to you, Loughty. Loughty: What is your point behind this? Sallow: Don't have one, just an observation. Loughty: Oh- Sallow: Anyways. Does anyone else have any ideas they'd like to propose first? Williams: Well, we could always just use Loughty to- Sallow: Ahem. Williams: Right, sorry. [Silence.] Sallow: …okay, well, I was thinking; It has a large designated area, in the middle of the ocean. The ocean, y'know, big body of water. So, we should send out some water-based vehicle to go track it, and encase it with netting once close enough to do so. From there, we bring it back to its area, keeping it and the net underwater yet still connected to the boat. [Silence passes over once more as the other two take time to process the idea.] Sallow: Any objections? Loughty: No, I feel we should test it out next time this happens. Williams: Agreed. Sallow: Alright. Any further questions or comments? [Silence.] Sallow: …alright, if there is none, you guys are dismissed. [END LOG] A few weeks after the meeting took place, the idea was put to testing, due to SCP-6026 accidentally exiting its designated area. A team of five from MTF Gamma-12 ("Dim Centurion") was sent out to go and retrieve the anomaly, the attempt proving successful and with minimum resistance from SCP-6026 after refusing to go back without the assistance from staff members. Addendum.6026.4: Interview Logs Attached below is interview logs, majority preformed by Researcher Loughty. INTERVIEW LOG 02N3HX DATE: 2020/12/14 [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher Loughty sat down on the sand across for SCP-6026. It walked over, seemed to look around, then sat down in front of her, legs crossed.] Loughty: Hello, 6026. SCP-6026: Hey, darling. Loughty: Once again, please don't call me that. SCP-6026: Oh- yes, I forgot, my greatest apologies. [Researcher Loughty nods, a comfortable silence falling over the two. The only sounds that are heard is the water hitting the shoreline and some sounds of animals surrounding them. Loughty grabs the clipboard she had at her side, taking a pen out of the pocket on her coat.] Loughty: So, 6026. SCP-6026: Mhm? Loughty: Do you have a title I could refer to you as? Well, a name, rather. [SCP-6026 pauses.] SCP-6026: Ah, sorry, it's been so long since someone's asked me for my name. It's Leo, my dear. Loughty: Alright, thank you. So, Leo, how did you initially feel about us moving you all the way over here? SCP-6026: Ah, I was a bit opposed to the idea. I mean, come on, I had free roam before it, then some humans freaked out and alerted authorities? I thought it was completely nonsensical! Though, I have warmed up to the idea now. I get an island to myself, after all, and a vast area of ocean. What's not to like? And, I get to talk to you nearly every day, so I'm content here. [SCP-6026 leans back, its hands being placed behind it to keep balance. Loughty turns her head to the side for a few moments, before looking back at 6026 with a small smile.] Loughty: W-well, I'm glad that you are. Uhh… [The researcher flips over the paper she had on the clipboard, then flips it back over before looking up at SCP-6026 again.] Loughty: Is there anything you miss about where you were? SCP-6026: No. Loughty: Really? SCP-6026: Truly. Loughty: Huh. Alright. [A few more moments of silence pass over. Both of them seem comfortable.] Loughty: I was wondering, how did- [A few beeps coming from a timer interrupted her. Loughty sighed.] SCP-6026: Hm? Loughty: I'm sorry Leo, I have to go. I'll be here again tomorrow around the same time, alright? SCP-6026: Oh… okay. [Researcher Loughty stands up from where she was sitting. She stared at SCP-6026 for a short while longer, then grabbed something out of her pocket. She moved her arm, holding out the object towards SCP-6026. It reached its hand up towards hers, tilting its head in a curious manner. Loughty let the object fall out of her hand and into SCP-6026's before turning and making her way towards the boat that had stopped beside the dock extending out past the shoreline.] [END LOG] INTERVIEW LOG IJ34N9 DATE: 2020/12/15 [BEGIN LOG] [Research Loughty approached the area where she was last time, sitting down once again. She waited a short while, giving SCP-6026 time to notice that she was there. After a bit, she looked down at her watch, not noticing that SCP-6026 was sitting in front of her. When she looked up, she flinched back, almost falling over.] Loughty: Jesus- Hi. SCP-6026: [Chuckle.] Hello. Sorry for startling you, ma'am. Loughty: It-it's okay, just, don't do that again. [Loughty returned to how she had been sitting previously, clearing her throat and adjusting her coat. She put her clipboard into her lap again, pen in-hand and ready to write as she gazed at the anomaly.] Loughty: Do you still have the watch? SCP-6026: Hm? Oh, yeah, of course! Why wouldn't I? You gave it to me, after all. [Loughty's cheeks flushed.] Loughty: Okay, that- that's good. [Silence.] Loughty: As I was trying to say last time, uh, do you remember what happened for you to have, erm, mutated with the jellyfish, for lack of better term? SCP-6026: Oh, yes, I do remember. I was just swimming around in the ocean, as one does, and I ventured out a bit too far. I was swept into a herd of jellyfish, the ones that gave off bioluminescence. I don't know why they were so close to the top of the water; but they were, and I got caught up in them. Uh… [SCP-6026 fell quiet as if it was thinking.] SCP-6026: I uh… don't exactly remember what happened after that. Just the jellyfish, then waking up washed up on some planks in the middle of the water and looking like this. [Silence ensues while Loughty finishes up her writing.] Loughty: Huh. Interesting. Do you remember seeing anyone else on the planks or anything? SCP-6026: No, I don't. Loughty: Alright. Do you know what type the jellyfish were? Maybe what they looked like? SCP-6026: Yes. Loughty: Would you mind describing them to me? SCP-6026: Oh, right, sorry. They were the uh, comb jellies. I don't remember them doing anything to me, but I don't think they can really do anything to humans, can they? Either way, yeah, that's what they were. Loughty: Ctenophores, got it. SCP-6026: What? Loughty: Proper name. SCP-6026: Oh. [A few seconds of silence, outside of the noise of the water in the background and the researcher writing.] SCP-6026: Did you really want to become a scientist, Ms. Loughty? [Loughty looks up from her paper, a look that asked it to repeat itself on her face.] SCP-6026: I asked if you really wanted to become a scientist. Loughty: Oh, uh… [Silence.] Loughty: Yes. My whole life, actually. I started with wanting to be a marine biologist, then a microbiologist, then botany, and then a marine biologist again. It's how I ended up here, really. Ah, why am I telling you all this, there's no way you want to listen to me ramble- SCP-6026: You truly fascinate me, my dear. Loughty: I- [A smile spread across Loughty's lips, face flushing once more.] Loughty: Thank you. SCP-6026: Of course. [END LOG] INTERVIEW LOG O34N56 DATE: 2020/12/17 [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher Loughty is seen walking over to their usual meeting spot, SCP-6026 already being there. It got up when presumably seeing her, moving towards her with a quick pace. It examined her, moving around her body and lifting up her arms and such.] SCP-6026: What happened? Are you okay, my dear? Did someone hurt you? Loughty: [Laugh.] I'm alright, I just had a doctor's appointment and decided to stay home afterwards. SCP-6026: Oh, alright. As long as you're not hurt. [SCP-6026 had moved to stand in front of the researcher, holding her hands in its hands as the two spoke.] SCP-6026: You're not hurt, r- Loughty: We should get started. SCP-6026: Right? Loughty: I'm not hurt, so please sit down so we can start. [SCP-6026 seems hesitant, but complies. Loughty sits down afterwards.] Loughty: So, what did I miss, Leo? SCP-6026: Oh, not much, just me being worried out of my mind! I thought you were dead! [Loughty smiles.] Loughty: I'm truly sorry. I planned on telling you the day before that I had the appointment, but I had forgotten to do so. SCP-6026: Mm… it's alright, darling. I understand forgetting things, I do it all the time. As long as you meant to tell me, that's what really counts. [Silence washes over the two as Loughty thinks.] Loughty: Why do you call me those names, Leo? SCP-6026: Hm? Loughty: The pet names. Why not just use my name? [Silence.] SCP-6026: Like I said last time we met, you fascinate me. [Loughty's face turns red again. She clears her throat.] Loughty: Oh, uh, well, I suppose that makes sense. [She smiles.] Loughty: Thank you. SCP-6026: For? Loughty: Making this a truly pleasurable experience for me. I've enjoyed spending time around you, Leo. No one has really made me feel wanted like this in a long while. SCP-6026: Oh, well I- You flatter me, Ms. Loughty. Loughty: Avangeline. SCP-6026: What? Loughty: You can just call me Avangeline. SCP-6026: Oh. Your name's really pretty, darling. Loughty: Oh, uh, thank you! [Silence.] Loughty: Now, onto the things I was supposed to ask you. SCP-6026: Alright. Loughty: Have you ever intended on actually harming another person? SCP-6026: What? Of course not! Why on Earth would I want to do that? Loughty: Under no circumstances? SCP-6026: Under no circumstances. Loughty: Alright. [The researcher's watch beeps, signaling that their time is up.] Loughty: I've got to go now. I should be here tomorrow, alright? SCP-6026: Alright. [END LOG] INTERVIEW LOG 28J2N5 DATE: 2020/12/18 NOTE: Due to refusal to cooperate, SCP-6026 interviews shall be preformed by solely Researcher Loughty excluding emergencies. [BEGIN LOG] [Instead of Researcher Loughty, Doctor Williams can be seen approaching the meeting place that Loughty and SCP-6026 have set up, SCP-6026 draws back in confusion.] SCP-6026: Who are you? Williams: I'm Doctor Williams. SCP-6026: Where's Ms. Loughty? Williams: Not here. She's out sick, so I was sent here to do this instead. SCP-6026: I don't believe you. Williams: I'm not obligated to be truthful, yet I'm still choosing to. [Silence. Williams moves a clipboard he has with him into his lap, pencil in hand as he looked at SCP-6026.] Williams: So, 6026- SCP-6026: Go home. Williams: Excuse me? SCP-6026: Go home. I don't want you here, and I'm not going to answer anything you ask me. Williams: But- SCP-6026: I don't care. [Williams huffs out of frustration, standing up. He called in for someone to come get him, moving away from the instance.] [END LOG] INTERVIEW LOG O23N4X DATE: 2020/12/24 [BEGIN LOG] [Researcher Loughty walks over to their meeting point, quietly sitting down. SCP-6026 was already sitting there, moving its hands to grab hers.] SCP-6026: Ms. Loughty, are you alright? Loughty: Mm? Oh, yeah, just… just tired. SCP-6026: Are you sure? Loughty: Mhm. SCP-6026: Promise? Loughty: Mmmhm. SCP-6026: …Alright. [Loughty sluggishly grabs her clipboard, taking out her pen and holding it in her faintly shaky hand. She looked back up at SCP-6026.] Loughty: Did I miss anything important, Leo? SCP-6026: Not necessarily. Just some guy named, uh, Doctor Williams, I think? Yeah, that's what his name was. He came down and tried doing the thing you do. Loughty: Were you cooperative? SCP-6026: Uh… Loughty: Leeoooo… SCP-6026: Look, okay, it's not my fault. He wasn't even using a pen! He was using a pencil! Can you believe that?! [SCP-6026 huffs, crossing its arms over its chest and presumably looking to the side. Loughty giggles.] Loughty: Awh, well, that makes sense. SCP-6026: Exactly. It was torture, I tell you, absolutely horrid! [SCP-6026 looks back over at Loughty.] SCP-6026: Your smile's very pretty, Ava. Loughty: Oh- thank you. SCP-6026: Of course. [Silence.] Loughty: So, Leo… what do you… [Loughty starts to fall forwards, seemingly losing consciousness. SCP-6026 moves its hands to hold her up, shaking her lightly. Loughty awakens again, leaning forwards to rest her head on its shoulder.] SCP-6026: Ms. Loughty? Loughty: Mm..? SCP-6026: Are you sure you're feeling well? [Silence.] SCP-6026: Ava? Loughty: Mhm..? SCP-6026: Could you contact someone to come and get you? Loughty: But.. I've gotta… SCP-6026: Please. [Silence for a moment before Loughty contacts another member to come and get her. Upon arrival, personnel stop the recording.] [END LOG] Update: After the previous log, Researcher Loughty has been sent home to work from there. She is still doing video calls to interview SCP-6026, the calls being surveillanced by Gamma-12 to ensure that SCP-6026 does not break the device being used. The video call logs are attached below. INTERVIEW LOG IJN34D DATE: 2020/12/28 [BEGIN LOG] [The call picks up. A very pale Loughty waves at SCP-6026, who waves back.] SCP-6026: Hello, my dear. How are you feeling? Loughty: I'm feeling alright. I'm sorry for our last meeting, I was just extremely tired. SCP-6026: It's alright, I figured so. [Loughty can be seen shuffling around some papers, then looking back at 6026. She smiles] Loughty: So, Leo, did I miss anything? SCP-6026: No, you haven't. It's been so boring without you! And these guys are no fun. [SCP-6026 motions to the two MTF, causing a giggle to come out of Loughty.] Loughty: I'm really sorry that I can't be there. At least we can talk now though, right? SCP-6026: Yes, and I'm very glad that we can. Loughty: That's good. Do you have any fears, Leo? SCP-6026: Huh? Loughty: Anything that you're afraid of. SCP-6026: Oh, outside of turtles? I mean, I guess I'm afraid of death, and maybe the color orange… Loughty: The color orange? SCP-6026: Yeah! I don't know what it is about it, but it creeps me out. [Loughty takes a moment to write, then looks back up at SCP-6026.] SCP-6026: But you didn't hear that from me. [Loughty smiles.] Loughty: Nope, not at all. Are you allergic to anything that you know o- SCP-6026: Bees. Loughty: That was quick. SCP-6026: I got sent to the ER because of those evil little things one time. It's like they were planning on it. I was just trying to relax and drink my lemonade! But no, here comes a string of black and yellow. Loughty: Oh, I'm sorry. SCP-6026: It's alright, it was a decent while ago. [Loughty looks off to the side, then back at SCP-6026.] Loughty: Well, it looks like our time is up. I'll see you again tomorrow, Leo. SCP-6026: Promise? Loughty: Pinky promise. [Loughty holds her pinky finger up towards the camera. SCP-6026 does the same.] [END LOG] Update: Further research being conducted by Researcher Loughty has been cancelled as a result of her sudden death. Her death has been linked to SUDEP2. Her body was discovered on 2020/12/30, and the funeral service was held on 2021/1/02. SCP-6026 is granted monthly access to visit the researcher's grave as to prevent hostility and allow it to grieve to prevent further psychological damages. SCP-6026 has exhibited melancholic behaviors and social isolation as a result of the death of the researcher. A log where SCP-6026 was interviewed about the death is attached below. INTERVIEW LOG 92JN4D DATE: 2021/1/08 [BEGIN LOG] [Doctor Sallow sits down in front of SCP-6026 on a chair while SCP-6026 sits on the ground.] Sallow: Hello, SCP-6026. SCP-6026: Hi. Sallow: I'm truly sorry for your loss. SCP-6026: No you're not. Sallow: What? SCP-6026: I said, no you're not. You don't understand. Sallow: I understand that your emotions on the topic are very strong- SCP-6026: No, you don't understand, damnit! [SCP-6026 stands up. Sallow looks up at it.] SCP-6026: None of you understand! I loved her! She was the only thing that kept me going, the only thing that helped me keep seeing the light of day, the only thing that made me feel appreciated or wanted! She's the one that made me feel like I'm not just some hideous freak! She made me feel like I actually meant something on this God forsaken planet! [Sallow glances at the Gamma-12 members that stood by, shaking her head lightly to signal that they didn't have to do anything to the instance yet.] SCP-6026: All of you treated me like I was just some rat in a science lab, running through some fucking mazes to get the cheese at the end! She made me feel special! Important, even! I'm never going to find that again! I… [SCP-6026 shrunk down to its knees, burying its "face" in its hands. It made a noise resembling sobbing, body shaking while it did so. Sallow looked back over at the MTF, sighed, then rose from her chair. She looked down at the instance, handing it a piece of paper.] Sallow: I'm sorry. [END LOG] Further interviews with the SCP were done with other available staff. Despite its cooperation with these staff, it did not cooperate as much as with Researcher Loughty. The instance has since kept the paper, a note from Researcher Loughty, provided to it by Doctor Swallow. A copy of the note is attached below. Dear Leo, Hey! I hope this note reaches you well. I'm doing much better now compared to the last time we met face-to-face. I hope they haven't been cruel to you, and if they have, I'll be sure to have a word with them, trust me! On a side note, I plan on coming back to visit you tomorrow. I'm sure it'll be a very enjoyable experience! I'll be sure to bring some shrimp with me, I know it's your favorite. I still truly enjoy all the time I've spent with you, and, don't tell anyone else, you're my favorite anomaly. Well, you know I don't think of you like you are one, but I don't really know what else to put there, sorry! Well, I'll stop writing now so you don't have to read too much. Just know that I've missed you, and I'm super excited to get the chance to see you again! See you soon, Avangeline Loughty, 2020/12/29 Footnotes 1. 20-foot and above for enough room for the instance to have slight mobility within the net to minimalize resistance. 2. 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SCP-6027 | safe | By Marcelles D. Raynes Item #: SCP-6027 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6027 is confined to Site-83's communal refrigeration unit and thus does not require further containment. Consumption of SCP-6027 is strictly forbidden. SCP-6027 is currently under the purview of Doctor Matthew Corbett of the Culinary Research Department and as such, requires written and signed permission by him prior to any and all testing. Description: SCP-6027 is the collective designation given to a collection of various foodstuffs located within the Site-83 communal refrigeration unit, distinguished by a faint pattern of digestomanctic1 sigils inscribed on the Tupperware containing them. Failure to disengage these sigils prior to consuming SCP-6027 will result in an instantaneous bowel movement from the subject, often resulting in the violent release of noxious gasses or gastroenteritis. As SCP-6027 activates its anomalous effects when coming into contact with the calcium of the teeth and saliva in the mouth, there are no known ways to prevent its adverse anomalous properties. Written on a note attached to SCP-6027 is the phrase: "Matt's. Don't fucking touch, Caine". SCP-6027-1 is a cephelopod-esque entity with innumerable prehensile adhesive appendages that manifest from the consumer's posterior. SCP-6027-1 uses its appendages to collect all expelled biological waste from the subject, reintegrating it with the subject's body. The previously expelled material will then be restructured to resemble the missing portion of SCP-6027 in the throat before being orally expelled by the subject. The restructured material, SCP-6027-2, will then relocate to SCP-6027 and restore it to its previous physical form as if no alterations were made. SCP-6027-1 only manifests following the consumption of SCP-6027. Discovery: SCP-6027 was discovered on 7 October 2021 by Doctor Corbett, although Junior Researcher Elijah Caine was the first to experience its anomalous effects. Caine had recently been employed at the Foundation due to his remarkable work studying the occult at Miskatonic University and was assigned to Site-83's Culinary Research Department to assist in the study of anomalous food items. However, during his allotted thirty-minute break period, Caine reported feeling substantial hunger and confessed to eating SCP-6027, as he had forgotten to bring a lunch with him. When confronted by Doctor Corbett, Caine denied interacting with the entity. The following footage was recovered from Site-83's break room, later that same evening. TIME: 1500 LOCATION: Site-83 Break Room A <BEGIN LOG> 1500: Corbett enters break room, looking at all current occupants. He opens the refrigerator and places SCP-6027 inside. 1501: Corbett inscribes digestomanctic sigils onto SCP-6027 and writes the aforementioned phrase on a piece of adhesive paper. Corbett closes the refrigerator, walks to a nearby table, and sits. He begins reading on a mobile device, occasionally glancing at the refrigerator. 1509: Caine enters. Corbett exits. The two exchange a brief greeting as they pass each other. 1510: Corbett appears to turn down the hall, however, part of his face can be seen from behind the exit to the break room. Caine looks over his shoulder in Corbett's direction but does not appear to notice him. 1513: Caine extracts SCP-6027 and bites into it. Seconds later he clutches his abdomen, apparently in intense pain. 1515: Current occupants begin to take notice of Caine as he leans against the refrigerator. None approach. Moments later, Caine's pants burst, biological material is expelled with an explosive trajectory. The material spreads, covering the majority of the break room, the occupants, and the food therein. Several scream. Corbett can be seen laughing, as he was shielded from the blast by the wall. 1516: SCP-6027-1 manifests. Caine screams and attempts to contain the entity with his bare hands. He is hoisted by his posterior and suspended approximately 2 meters in the air by SCP-6027-1 as it begins to collect the expelled material. SCP-6027-1 rolls the collected material into a loose sphere shape before beginning to retreat within Caine. 1517: Several of the current occupants vomit, others exit. 1519: SCP-6027-1 has completely penetrated Caine's body. Shortly thereafter, Caine orally expells SCP-6027-2, which proceeds to levitate toward SCP-6027 and seamlessly integrate with it. Corbett enters the room and places his hand on Caine's shoulder. Corbett says something inaudible and points at the refrigerator. Caine flees. <END LOG> AFTERWARD: When questioned about what was said between him and Junior Researcher Caine, Corbett admitted that he inquired if Caine had read the note he left on SCP-6027. To date, there have been no further instances of SCP-6027 manifestation. Junior Researcher Caine requested transport to another Site following the incident. His request was approved. Footnotes 1. DEFINITION: Of or relating to the manipulation of the ontokinetic properties of edible materials. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6027" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6027. Licensed under CC-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-6028 | euclid | Item#: 6028 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Depiction of SCP-6028 by the 15th-century Chinese artist Shen Zhou (沈周). Note the characteristic dual-voyager motif and the Araucaria-like silhouettes of the trees in the right of the painting. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the stochastic nature of its effects, SCP-6028 is currently considered uncontainable. Foundation historians are to acquire copies of any media depicting SCP-6028, and are to continue to promulgate the hypothesis that these depictions refer to a non-anomalous habitat type. Description: SCP-6028 refers to a temperate coniferous forest of indeterminate location and indeterminate existence. All data substantiating SCP-6028's existence are in the form of historical documents (many of a mythological nature) either describing it as a location or detailing a journey to, into, and out of SCP-6028. Documents describing SCP-6028 have been found ranging throughout recorded history. SCP-6028 is consistently described as possessing the following attributes: Location within a valley in a mountainous region. Canopy dominated by conifers, usually named as either cedar or pine. As multiple plants bear both these names, the exact species are often not determinable. High species richness. The majority of species are represented in the understory or as fauna, while the overstory is much more homogeneous. No animals are described that are not native to the region in which the writer locates SCP-6028; however, descriptions of plants are much more fanciful and may include distinctly anomalous or impossible phenotypes (for example, trees greater than 130 m in height; achlorotic instances isolated from any nearby photosynthesizers and therefore lacking in a carbohydrate source; or trees with sufficient canopy density and crown width that their weight would exceed the maximum possible compressive strength of wood). Location significantly distant from the writer’s place of habitation, requiring a multi-day journey (regardless of method of transport) to access and to traverse. Often, SCP-6028 is described only a portion of an account of a longer journey, indicating that the source writer did not at the time identify the traverse of SCP-6028 as being exceptionally out of the ordinary. Any party undertaking travel to or through the forest is composed of exactly two individuals. These two voyagers may otherwise be of any age, gender, and vocation. It is currently undetermined if entry to SCP-6028 is dependent upon personal actions or is entirely stochastic. Examples of sources or translations of sources describing SCP-6028 are provided below. For a full catalogue of SCP-6028 attestations, please contact the Historical Department. +The Homecoming of Atsu-hery-ib, c. 1100 BCE - The Homecoming of Atsu-hery-ib, c. 1100 BCE This tale depicts the struggles of Atsu-hery-ib, the assistant to a merchant, to return to his home and family in Egypt after becoming stranded in Levantine Phoenicia due to a series of misfortunes. Like to The Voyage of Wenamun, scholarship has been divided on whether this document was intended to be an accurate report of a genuine journey or whether it was intended to serve as “fiction set in a real historical time” (Tyldesley, 2011). This particular episode comes relatively early in the tale: Atsu-hery-ib is attempting to travel overland to the port of Tyre with a recently-made companion named Chibale. The two men have sought directions at a homestead, but have subsequently taken an incorrect turning and been led further into the mountains. Now the soils of this place were both black and white, and a multitude of streams ran through them. Indeed even the air was damp, and water gathered upon our garments as we walked. Many living things there were among the trunks, and we had no names for them, for they were new and strange to our sight. And the trees themselves were beyond anything that we had known: their heads were lost within the clouds, and their trunks were composed of snakeskins, and their branches lay thickly as the plaits of a woman’s hair. Surely they had never been before put to the axe, for no inroads did we cross and no marks were there upon the trunks from any blows. And Chibale spoke to me, saying: “Surely this is the forest from which the cedar is harvested; the cedar that is shipped to Kemet on Egyptian ships.” But I denied him, saying: “No, for there is not a mark on any tree, nor have we crossed any inroads. Say rather that this must be the forest to which man does not go, and that we ourselves may be the first people to tread this land.” Thus did we approach the holy shrine of the Mothers and the Fathers1 in the wild places; yet our eyes were veiled, and we were blinded, and did not know where it was that we passed. For this passage have I done them honour in Khemenu and within my own household: Nun and Naunet2, Kek and Kauket3. Libations I prepare for you, o lords who were before all, engenderers, supporters and raisers of the world and all therein! The land passed into foothills, and we reached the shore not far to the north of Tyre. With the last of our coin, we purchased passage to the city, and there sought one who could find for us a ship returning to Kemet. +Rubāʿiyāt of an anonymous poet, Samarkand, c. 1076 -Rubāʿiyāt of an anonymous poet, Samarkand, c. 1076 This text was found in the drafts of translator Edward FitzGerald after his death. I Above our brow the Branches arching sweep, Unfold their Leaves whose many Hues did keep From times when man Bestrode the new-made Earth The Maker’s hour, where Time wends deep and deep! II Behind us the City, before us Wood— Beneath this moon-glazed Night we shiv’ring stood To cross into that Vale of ancient Stars And tow’ring Grace of teeming livelihood! III Thought we, the Wine: whom coax’d this forth from Mind! Yet ere we lay our hand Upon the the Rind Of yonder tree with Crown outstretched from Sight— Felt Fern, and Moss, and Bark of firmest kind. IV Beheld us the Path, strewn as though with Rose Green-glowing whorls, kindled from dark Repose. This earthly Garden of strange-curling fans— Whose palaces from pitted Stone expose. V Down flows the Water, jacinth-red and Bright Tipped down stairs of Air, from Allah’s own height As we stepped forth into the ancient Sand Of waves that stretch unto Eternal Sight. +Vafþrúðnismál, c. 1000 -Vafþrúðnismál, c. 1000 Vafþrúðnismál is a poem from the Codex Regius detailing a contest of wits between the god Óðinn and the giant Vafþrúðnir. The questions and answers laid out in the poem mainly concern Norse cosmogony. Óðinn spake: Much have I fared | much have I found, Much have I got of the gods: What shall live of mankind | when at last there comes The mighty winter to men? Vafþrúðnir spake: In Hoddmimir’s wood | shall hide themselves Lif and Lifthrasir then; The morning dews | for meat shall they have, Such food shall men then find. Be not afraid! | Beneath the branches In gladness shall they go The children of men | within the meadow And men in woven byre The serpent-tree’s limbs | shall shelter them In the meadows vetch grow. Upon their heart | shall the runes be scribed, On drinking ….. will learn…….. …..will be spoken Fathers in counsel with sons. Mothers……. | ……. their daughters….. ……… will be washed ……….. +The Indian Journal of Samuel Langhorne, 1880 -The Indian Journal of Samuel Langhorne, 1880 This section derives from the personal account of botanist Samuel Langhorne’s 1879-80 expedition in the Lushai Hills in India with the intention of cataloguing the biodiversity and geology of the region. The remainder of the document is publicly available, and here only the relevant section has been cited. October 16, 1879 A most impressive thing has occurred over the last two days. With my guide, I set off early in the morning the day before yesterday, for we had calculated that, with the change in elevation, we were likely to be delayed along the road throughout the morning. And I had predicted rightly, for soon the road (at best of times a slew of mud and cart-ruts) had dwindled to a track, hung over with branches and vines so that as one walked they struck one about the ears. Back and forth it switched along the hillside, so that we had to walk ten times the distance for any forward travel, and though I count myself a fit man the upclimbing and the humidity had soon rendered me breathless. I barely even noticed when the track reached a saddle between two peaks, and we paused after the climb to drink. But in the moment that I had recovered my breath, a sun-ray pierced the upper layer of clouds and set the underlying fog to glowing, as though we would walk down into a sea whipped white by wind. But descend we did, all too soon - and though I had expected nothing more than an equal trudge downhill, stepping into the valley was as stepping into another world entirely. Oh, how gloriously diverse this vale! Any botanist would count themselves lucky but to see it one time. There were ferns the size of trees, and trees with trunks like spines and heads brushing the clouds, and bark so greatly ridged that I felt myself beetle-small beside them. And beetles there were too, in abundance - in gold and green and glimmering teal, weevils with long hooked snouts picking their paths carefully along ruffled leaf margins, and dragonflies the length of my arm. Under every fold of leaf, in every crevice, on every surface there was another flower, epiphyte, scurrier, all gem-bright and diamond-dusted with condensation! I quite forgot myself and all my thoughts to look at them. From tree to tree we walked, and at each one I would cry out “look, look! Do you see?”, for at each there seemed to be some novel fern or form that no eyes before had fallen upon. I am sure we made no time at all, for all these interruptions of mine, and yet all I could consider was to gaze upon them longer, until I understood the purposes of the Lord in his makings, for I could not imagine these anything less than his designs, made at the dawning of the world. Yet so enraptured was I by this profusion of life that I utterly forgot to collect some samples to send back to the museum!4 There is not time to return, as we already fall behind our estimated itinerary and intend to arrive in Serhmun in two days. And with no specimens - not even a single sketch - of course I can describe none of them for the scientific establishment. And yet, somehow, I do not find this missed opportunity as great a grief as it may have been. Once I would have feared what this great gap in knowledge would do to my career; even but two days ago I would have thought “Surely my failure to catalogue this environment, should it become known, would destroy all my credibility as a scientist.” Surely I would have worried that another would pass through and publish before me, and steal the credit that should rightly have been mine, and that I would spend years upon years in resentment and shame, all for a few missed samples. And then I would have argued with myself as to whether I even desired such recognition, for have I not myself complained that the museum is staffed with self-aggrandizing busybodies? Have I not discarded so many publications as puerile, fraudulent, untrustworthy? Ah, the sentiment I bear the establishment has certainly been turbulent, and yet I still long - or longed - for its admiration. But now I do not worry. Tonight it seems acceptable to bear whatever concern I have for my and science’s future within myself, and to leave the jungle and all its novel plants alone. Indeed I think that even if I had them before me now I would struggle to describe them. In that place it seemed as though understanding needed not be tempered by language; what was existed, without the need to be supported with context. I write this in the first village we have seen since that forest. It is small and the people here are primitive, but my guide nonetheless procured wine as dark as muscle and I drank thoroughly. I have eaten, and twilight falls, and for now these things suffice. Addendum 6028-1: On 18/06/2018, Foundation Agent Yuan Bai was reported missing by her partner Foundation Agent Ren Ling during a routine investigation of a property in Khorgas, Xinjiang Province, China. A search of the area performed a day later did not find any trace of her or suggest any reason for her disappearance. However, 25 days later, Agent Yuan contacted the Foundation from Bole, Xinjiang Province, China, requesting retrieval. She declined to discuss the events of the period in person, but provided the Foundation with her body camera. A transcript of the footage from this camera, covering this time period, follows. Video Analysis: SCP-6028 Date: 18/06/2018 to est. 13/07/2018 Note: This transcript has been abridged, with extraneous speech and repetitive sections removed. A full transcript is available upon request. Day 01 Agent Yuan switches on her body camera. She and Agent Ren are standing along the edge of a gravel road, with the vehicle parked beside her. Ahead, the road is gated to prevent vehicle entry. Agent Yuan: Huh, these fellows really are rural, aren’t they. Agent Ren nods, and both proceed along the road. The surrounding environment is semi-arid, dominated by dirt and grasses. However, as they continue walking, the ground begins to descend, and the vegetation changes to include some xerotolerant shrubs. As they walk, they carry on a conversation, presumably begun during transit, about the potential future influences of AI development on political thought. To the left of the road, a dirt path branches off. The agents stop at this point. Agent Yuan: Now, I suspect this just joins up on the other side of that curve. I’ll go down it a little ways - you want to dart around to make sure that it actually does connect? Agent Ren looks around, but apparently does not notice anything of concern. Agent Ren: Okay, I’ll check. If it’s not in 100 meters, I’m coming back. Agent Yuan: Sounds good. Agent Yuan proceeds down the dirt path and into the shrubs. The path does not reconnect with the road within 100 meters; however, Agent Yuan does not turn back, but rather continues to follow the path. The slope of the ground increases, and it is clear that the depression into which Agent Yuan is descending is large. Possibly due to the slope of the land, there appears to be greater availability of water here than near the road, as the vegetation grows more lush and herbs begin to fill the spaces between the shrubs. Agent Yuan’s radio crackles, and the voice of Agent Ren is heard. Agent Ren: Bai? Bai, it’s been an hour since you were supposed to come find me. If you don’t respond to this, I’m assuming you can’t and I’m calling you in as missing. Agent Yuan ignores the transmission, and her radio picks up no further signals. After approximately 2.5 hours of walking, the vegetation begins to include small trees and undergrowth indicative of an ecotone between shrubland and forest. She has not spoken since separating from Agent Ren. Over the next several hours, the environment grows more humid and more vegetated. Tree height and diversity increases, although the understory reaches a maximum coverage and then begins to decrease, likely due to limited light. Tree genera identifiable include Larix (larch), Pinus (pine), Cedrus (cedar), Cupressus (cypress), and Ficus (fig). The canopy height and composition at this point resembles that found in East Asian and Pacific temperate rainforests. The forest floor and understory is dominated by large ferns and grasses. When night falls, Agent Yuan halts in her travel and begins to construct a nest out of leaf litter and organic debris at the base of one of the conifers. She settles into it and appears to sleep. Day 02 Agent Yuan rises slightly after dawn and continues along what appears to be her heading from the previous day. The trail she has been following peters out after approximately an hour of walking; however, the undergrowth is thin enough that it does not inhibit her movement. In the early afternoon, there is a flash of light from ground level to Agent Yuan’s left. Agent Yuan: Hello? Is someone there? She draws her sidearm and investigates the source of the light. It is revealed to have come from a cleft between the buttress roots of a large Ficus. Within this hollow has been deposited a loosely-woven undyed cloth, a rectangular frame of deer or elk antlers, and a shallow copper alloy bowl. Agent Yuan lifts and examines all the objects, but there is no indication of who placed them there nor their intended purpose. Agent Yuan appears to consider something for several minutes, then uses the antler frame and the cloth to construct a rough frame pack, into which she places the bowl. She rises and continues on her previous heading until nightfall, whereupon she makes a nest similar to that she created the previous night and sleeps within it. Day 03 Agent Yuan spends approximately 4 hours retrieving, examining, and discarding Araucaria cones that have fallen to the forest floor. Initially, she examines each cone individually; however, after approximately 30 minutes, she adopts a technique involving gathering a large number of cones into a pile, after which she sits down and skims through the cones en masse. She eventually selects one cone on unidentifiable criteria, which she places into the pack. Day 04 The forest floor community has shifted from being grass-dominated to being dominated by clubmosses and ferns. The understory comprises seed ferns and cycads in addition to small conifers and broadleaved shrubs. Based upon the relative position of the sun throughout the day, Agent Yuan has been travelling in an eastward direction. Her pace has slowed compared to the previous three days, and she spends most of her time examining various flora, organic debris, water bodies, and rock outcrops along her route. An epiphyte observed by Agent Yuan upon the bark of an unidentified tree. The broad leaves with pinnate venation indicate a taxonomic placement in the Dicotelydoneae. The purpose of the epidermal spines is unknown, as no herbivore presence has been observed so far in SCP-6028. Day 12 The forest begins to open out into a wide valley, through which the canopy layer of the forest can be discerned. The silhouettes of the emergent trees indicate that the majority of them are in the Araucariaceae family, despite its members being largely restricted to the Southern Hemisphere. The terrain can now be seen more clearly and has a clear karst topology, with large calcareous outcrops and scowles scattered among the trees. Agent Yuan looks to her left, where a karst spring giving rise to a small stream can be seen. Agent Yuan: Well? Shall we? She begins to energetically follow the stream downhill. Day 14 Agent Yuan briefly emerges from the canopy and observes an apparently dolomitic cliff face with the river she has been following running by its base. There are many caves and horizontal clefts pitting the rockface, two of which have small springs forming waterfalls within them. Agent Yuan descends to the riverbank and crosses. She navigates up the talus slope to the base of the cliff and begins to pick her way along it. The terrain is slippery, forcing her to slow her pace. Eventually, she manages to scramble up to a shallow ledge running horizontally along the cliff face. A large crack divides the ledge and cuts into the cliff; Agent Yuan examines the entrance, then enters it, finding a small cave with a pebbled floor. The cave contains evidence of previous habitation: there is a fire scar near the entrance and several finger flutings along the walls, as well as a small clay pot sitting near the fire scar. Agent Yuan removes from the clay pot a scroll, and unfurls it to reveal approximately a page of writing in the Old Novgorod dialect5 The substrate appears to be made from the bark of a young conifer, which has been peeled, smoothed, and flattened. The writing has been incised into it. The text of the manuscript reads as follows: Lord, guide my thoughts, for I fear for my children. That is what I continue to think of, today: that I have now been nine days in the wild, when I should by now have returned to them, to bake them bread and stew them meat, and comfort them in their distress. And they should have cause to be distressed. For the rumour of war has surely drawn closer still since I have become lost here among the trees. Not since the days of my grandmother has there been such mistrust between our princes. Not since the days of my grandmother have we all, slave to boyar, had such reason to expect a sudden call to lend arms, and a sudden rise in taxes such that our granaries will lie empty. And now that I think of her, I wonder if she felt the same. If her own children, my mother and uncles, were always in her thoughts, and her prayers filled with the desire not even that they should grow up strong but that they should grow up at all. Not that their lives should be upright and holy, but that they should have them at all. And even should our prince make peace, will it be a peace that I would recognize? How do I know that he shall not sell out our lands and forests to the Yem? How do I know we will not be made to pay their tribute, and they will not send their lords to cut our trees and buy our livestock, until we are in poverty? And yet, my children will not need me the less should these things happen. My grandmother did not need her family the less, as she told me. So should I find my way back to them, I cannot change the mind of the prince, but yet I can pray. I can spin them thread regardless of the shadow of war, and they will need to be clothed. I can tend the goats even though I be afeared, and they will need milk and meat. My grandmother showed me these things when my hands were small. Is this how she survived her youth? Surely it must have been. I hear you, lord, and your meaning. I keep going. Though home perhaps be strange, I keep seeking it. A bioluminescent organism observed by Agent Yuan among the leaf litter. Its taxonomic placement remains uncertain. Day 17 Agent Yuan runs along the upper surface of a thick (~2 m diameter) branch. Her bare feet are visible at the bottom of the frame. The lateral surfaces of the branches are thickly colonized by ferns, mosses, fungal thalli, and leafy epiphytes. Although the camera is pointed downwards, the ground is concealed from view by a thick layer of mist occasionally broken by the crowns of canopy trees. She can be heard laughing. An organism observed by Agent Yuan upon the bark of a cypress tree. Its taxonomic placement remains uncertain. Day 24 The terrain has become very waterlogged, necessitating a dramatic decrease in Agent Yuan’s rate of travel. She navigates between small “islands” consisting of proximal root masses and consolidated organic material or limestone outcrops. The understory vegetation appears limited to small bryophytes up to 20 cm in height. The canopy vegetation is a mixture of woody and scale trees with diameters estimated up to 15 m; occasionally, large achlorotic spire-shaped structures are also visible, although Agent Yuan never approaches close enough to one for further identification to be possible. On all previous days, Agent Yuan ceased travel slightly prior to local sunset (it is noted that the daylength in SCP-6028 has been slowly decreasing since Agent Yuan’s entry, with the time between successive sunsets currently approximately 21.5 hours). However, this time she continues through twilight and into full night. Day 25 The video feed gradually brightens over a period of approximately 20 minutes. Agent Yuan kneels facing a body of water that extends to the horizon. The shore is sandy, and many dark, mushroom-like protrusions extend into the shallows. She holds the bowl obtained on Day 02 in both hands. It is partially filled with a dark, opaque liquid. Agent Yuan: We were resting as the night fell over us, curled up there in the crook of one of those great arms. [laughs] “We”, I say, when all along it was just myself, doubled. Myself and all the other parts, that I never thought of, that I still doubted and feared. My human self and animal self, separated out in my consciousness. But in that moment, the two turned each to the other, and I said - the foxfire was all kindling, down there in the mists and in clusters up the bark, and I said - “it looks like a city,” I said. And it was. It was suddenly streetlights, and tall towers, and people crawling around down through the crowded streets - and it remained the forest nonetheless, the towers shadowing them were sequoias, and they bought food from stalls that were clusters of sprouting mushrooms. The forest is the city, and the city is a forest. We never think of it like that, do we? It’s always “here is the wild, the natural, and here is the built”, never-the-two-shall-meet, and we forget that we are the creatures who build. It is as innate to us as flight to birds. Though we say our technologies will ruin us, and our societies will ruin us, they haven’t yet. Why should they? It is human nature, to want a world easier for our children. There is no line. Between the natural and the man-made there is no war. [laughs] There never was a war. It was always us, and it always will be us - each generation, ideally adapted to their parents’ world. We evolve only to evolve further. Agent Yuan: And so here I am. I’ve found an ocean, here where there cannot be an ocean. But I brought it with me, carried it in this bowl, in the atria of my heart, since that first droplet in the primordial sea. The endpoint of an unbroken chain of beings and mistakes and near-misses. The world almost ended before, in the Permian, in the Ordovician, but it wasn’t enough. [laughs] And I fear - what, some indescribable dependence on technology? As though my ancestors never depended on their hoes, nor the crinoids on the reef. As though time before the current is holy, and time proceeding from it debased. How arrogant, to draw the line there. How needless, to borrow shame simply for being as humans always have been. Agent Yuan: So I’ll go back, and - Jianyu and I have been thinking about children. I will bear them with the body I have only because of a single ancestor and a single virus, and they will grow up, and learn things I never dreamed of knowing, and I will be afraid. They will be heading into a future filled with new and strange technologies, unknowable to me - and their children, and their children - and I will fear that it is too indulgent, too unnatural. Just as my grandmother feared for me, and her grandmother for her, back and back and back. And what could be more natural than that? Agent Yuan lifts the bowl to her face and tilts it towards herself. Footnotes 1. A title referring to the Ogdoad, a set of eight primordial creator deities. 2. Male and female representations of the primordial waters in Ancient Egyptian cosmogony 3. Male and female representations of the primordial darkness in Ancient Egyptian cosmogony 4. Presumably the British Museum (Natural History), with which Langhorne was employed at the time. 5. Spoken in the area surrounding Novgorod between the 11th and the 15th centuries. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6028" by OriCat, Indices, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6028. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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Item #: SCP-6029 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6029 is to be kept in a containment chamber at Site-43, on a steel block measuring 50cm X 50cm X 50cm. The block is suspended from the ground through the use of powerful electromagnets built into the floor and ceiling. The chamber is vacuum-sealed; no air is to be allowed in the chamber under any circumstances. To ensure the docility of SCP-6029, three times a day, personnel in hazmat suits must enter the chamber for feeding purposes. These personnel are to press cracked wooden boards against the block, wait for SCP-6029 to inhabit each board, then return it to the block. Personnel are strictly forbidden to make physical contact with SCP-6029. Any changes in SCP-6029's behavior are to be immediately reported to the project head. Note: SCP-6029 is scheduled for transfer to Area-07 on 11/30/2021 + Archived Containment Procedures - Close SCP-6029 is to kept in a containment chamber at Site-43, on a steel block measuring 30cm X 30cm X 30cm. The floor of the chamber is to be covered in sand with the entire layer measuring 30cm in height. Physical contact with the cube is to be performed through the use of an mechanical arm. All tests involving SCP-6029 must be screened by Dr. Duson1 before approval. Description: SCP-6029 is an entity resembling a fissure capable of traversing any form of solid matter, which it accomplishes by locomoting in a manner similar to a snake. SCP-6029's presence inherently damages the material it is inhabiting, creating additional fissures stemming directly from its main body. All damage will be reversed when SCP-6029 transfers to a new object. Transference requires two or more objects making physical contact with each other; separation of affected objects proves impossible during this process. Separation is only possible when SCP-6029 fully inhabits a single object. SCP-6029's existence is not limited to exterior surfaces, as it is fully capable of penetrating deep into an object's interior. SCP-6029 displays signs of sentience. Its passive state consists of acquiring additional fissures from other materials. When a fissure is in close proximity to SCP-6029 it will take the most direct route to the target. When inhabiting an object it will make contact with the fissure and absorb it into its main body before becoming docile. It is believed that this behavior previously functioned as a survival mechanism to maintain its form, but due to the events of (Addendum-03), it can now sustain itself indefinitely. SCP-6029 will enter an aggressive state when a sentient being intentionally strikes against the entity or destroys the object it is currently inhabiting. SCP-6029 will first absorb any fissures created by the assault, then make a path directly to the offending subject and attempt to attach itself to them. If successful, SCP-6029 will expand and envelop their body, remaining until expiration. SCP-6029 will then detach from the subject, and resume its passive state. History: SCP-6029 became known to the Foundation on 08/04/2020 when videos and internet posts began circulating online, showing it absorbing a multitude of fissures on a sidewalk in San Juan Capistrano, California. MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") was deployed to the area but faced difficulty in capturing SCP-6029 due to the nature of the anomaly. MTF Epsilon-6 eventually subdued SCP-6029 by placing a fractured brick in its path, allowing it to inhabit the object and quickly inserting it into a bucket filled with sand2 from a nearby playground. All references regarding SCP-6029 were removed from the internet and all witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics. SCP-6029 was delivered to Site-77 after being granted SCP object status and the method MTF Epsilon-6 used on the entity was incorporated into its containment (See Archived Containment Procedures.) Upon becoming head researcher, Dr. Chet Duson commenced a series of tests to determine the extent of SCP-6029's anomalous properties. + ACCESS SCP-6029 Partial Test Log - Close File Materials Required: One cube of putty, one cube of glass, one cube of ice, one cube of wood, one cube of stone, one cube of steel, one cube of concrete. Parameters: All cubes were placed on the sand of the testing containment chamber and arranged in a single horizonal column. The concrete cube was intentionally damaged to create multiple fissures and placed on one end of the column while the cube inhabited by SCP-6029 was placed on the opposite end. Result: SCP-6029 left the cube it inhabited. It traversed the entire column and reached the other cube, inhabiting it and absorbing the fissures as expected. SCP-6029 was able to move across the cubes composed of putty, glass, ice, and wood flawlessly. SCP-6029's rate of speed was significantly decreased while making contact with the cubes composed of stone and steel. A robotic arm quickly grasped the cube SCP-6029 inhabited and placed back into its bucket. Notes: It appears SCP-6029 has a harder time moving across materials that are more compact and denser. Multiple variations of this test reveal that SCP-6029 is very fond of mineral-based substances, especially metal. I believe that we can further entice SCP-6029 into submission with this in mind. —Dr. Duson Materials: One rectangular wall mirror. Parameters: The mirror was intentionally damaged by blunt force. The glass shards were arranged in the shape of the original mirror and laid on the sand of the testing chamber. A robotic arm quickly grasped the cube and placed it on the glass. Result: SCP-6029 transferred to the glass two seconds after making contact. While inhabiting the mirror it absorbed all cracks in the glass, effectively making the mirror whole again. SCP-6029 was enticed back into its cube and placed back into the bucket. Notes: SCP-6029 can potentially repair objects given if the pieces are arranged so the edges will appear as cracks or fissures. Perhaps we can possibly use SCP-6029 as a means to recycle materials/structures broken during containment breaches? It's certainly an avenue we can explore. The resources we can save with that method alone will do wonders. —Dr. Duson. Materials: Multiple fragments of glass, pottery, metal, cloth, wood, and stone; one mat. Parameters: The mat was placed on the sand of the containment chamber. The fragments were arranged closely together so they would be positioned into the rough shape of a circle. A robotic arm quickly grasped the cube and placed it on top of the circle. Result: SCP-6029 transferred to the fragments at moment of contact. It absorbed all the tight spaces between the fragments, fusing them into a single object. It was enticed back into the cube and placed back into its bucket. Notes: It appears that SCP-6029 can affect chemical bonds in a similar effect to SCP-170, with the only difference being that SCP-170 only affects the molecular level while SCP-6029 affects the atomic level. I'll request an investigation into the matter but I doubt much will come of it. What was interesting is that I caught it making shapes and moving around the block faster than normal after the experiment. We quickly ruled out communication as it has the mindset of a canine. Perhaps this is its way of entertaining itself? Some in my team are weary about it but I surely don't mind it. It's kind of amusing actually. —Dr. Duson Materials: D-41289. Parameters: D-41289 was instructed to make contact with the cube and hold onto it until being ordered to place it back into the bucket. Result: D-41289 was hesitant but obeyed orders and grasped the cube with both hands. SCP-6029 remained motionless for three seconds before traversing D-41289's right arm. D-41289 vocalized heightened sounds of anguish as he begun to bleed profusely. D-41289 frantically attempted to remove the cube from his right hand but was incapable of doing so until SCP-6029 fully inhabited his body and disappeared underneath his sleeve. D-41289 tore off his shirt when he witnessed pools of blood starting to soak the material. SCP-6029 was moving sporadically within the confines of the epidermis and muscles of the torso, causing immense pain as he continued to bleed. A medical response team on standby rushed into the chamber carrying a replacement cube. The team ordered D-41289 to make physical contact with the cube; he complied. SCP-6029 transferred to the replacement cube, absorbing the fissures already on it. D-41289 lost consciousness and was taken to the medical bay. Test prematurely cancelled. Notes: Too messy for my tastes, but luckily the D-class survived. It was revealed that D-41289 had a kidney transplant prior to acquisition but the nurses confirmed that the surgical scars were nowhere to be found. What matters is that flesh can host SCP-6029. From this point forward any future physical contact with SCP-6029 is strictly forbidden. Shame, I was hoping SCP-6029 could be used as a healing remedy. —Dr. Duson Materials Required: D-90939; one mallet and one chisel. Parameters: The cube was removed from the bucket and placed on the sand of the containment chamber. D-90939 was ordered to use the mallet and chisel he was provided to extract samples from the cube. Result: D-90939 obeyed instructions and began the extraction. D-90939 hammered the chisel directly on SCP-6029. SCP-6029 immediately entered an aggressive state and traversed to D-90939 using the chisel as a conduit. D-90939 panicked as SCP-6029 enveloped his entire body causing immense pain and major blood loss before collapsing. The medical team arrived but was greeted with D-90939's body violently separating, coating them and the containment chamber in an abundant amount of blood. Several members of the team suffered injuries and required medical attention. SCP-6029 was later found inhabiting D-90939's left foot and was placed back into containment. Notes: It took the janitors weeks the clean all the gunk from the chamber. We need to be careful in our approach to the handling of SCP-6029. I cannot stress that enough, that poor kid exploded over the walls like a grenade. Although tragic, this test does reveal another factor we haven't considered yet. I know that we don't exactly allow anomalies into the field anymore but SCP-6029's unique method of attack could prove useful against anomalies that are highly durable, and it doesn't seem like it can be 'killed' in the traditional sense either. With more experimentation I could shape SCP-6029 into a great asset under those circumstances. Good thing we got to it first, I would hate to see what our enemies would do to it given the chance. —Dr. Duson After 7 months of successful containment of SCP-6029, Site-77 experienced a major earthquake. Though no personnel were lost, SCP-6029 was freed from its containment chamber, escaped Site-77 and disappeared into a nearby forest. It was designated a moderate-level search priority after lockdown was lifted. Addendum-01, Diplomatic Issues: SCP-6029 resurfaced two months later within Rome, Italy after reports emerged of it absorbing various fissures within the Colosseum. SCP-6029 was contained and transferred to Site-43 due to it possessing advanced earthquake-resistant architecture. Dr. Duson also transferred to Site-43 to resume his research on the entity. Several days later, a representative of the Council of 108 from the Global Occult Coalition contacted the Foundation regarding concerns they wished to discuss in private. A meeting was scheduled with both parties in hopes that an agreement could be reached on the issue at hand. +ACCESS SCP:/6029/meeting/GOC - Close File Date: 5/3/2021 Present: Chet Duson (SCP-6029 Research Head), Allan J. McInnis (Site-43 Director), O5-83, Daniel Burchard (108 Council Member), Cameron Delong (Burchard's personal body guard.) [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Duson: Alright, looks like we're all here. Nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Burchard. I hoped the flight here wasn't too ba— Burchard: Wipe off the smile. We're not in the mood. [Dr. Duson's eye twitches for a moment before returning to normal.] Delong: We have a meeting with the other 108s later today. It'll be best if we speed this along. O5-8: I understand, councilmember, although I am perplexed. The 108 doesn't like requesting meetings with us in person, much less on short notice. What's the occasion? Burchard: Oh, nothing much. We just need you to hand over the crack. Dr. Duson: Excuse me?! Burchard: Don't you play dumb. That crack that can move by itself? We know you contained it. We were trying to corner it in Italy but we found out later you beat us to the punch. Trust me, it'll be better for everyone involved if you'll allow us to take it off your hands. Dr. Duson: But… the Merídios Policy4. Delong: Exactly. We're only here to collect what's owed. Wholly in our custody, not the hybrid Sites5. Director McInnis: Hold on. I believe your organization had prior contact with the anomaly, but I feel there is more to this than you're letting on. Like O5-8 said, the 108 don't attend this sort of meeting. [Burchard frowns and gestures to Delong. Delong sets a briefcase on the table, opens it and pushes several documents towards Dr. Duson and Director McInnis.] Burchard: We first established contact with KTE-6220-Quake, the crack, around mid-January. We had trouble engaging it on the spot so we decided to capture it and send it over to one of our facilities in Europe. We hypothesized if we had it fully infect a piece of flammable material and incinerated it, it would be liquidated. But of course that would've been too easy. [McInnis picks up a document and quickly scans through its contents.] Director McInnis: …There were casualties. Delong: Nineteen to be exact, with five of them being high-ranking generals who were at the wrong place at the wrong time. That would be tragic enough without counting the handful of injured soldiers and damage costs. Burchard: I'll simplify things, since you're having trouble grasping. The council is pissed, and so am I. This anomaly is more trouble than it's worth alive, even by your standards. I don't know why this needs to be discussed further. You agreed to the policy — you don't own it. Dr. Duson: Actually, councilmember. As a matter of fact, we do! We contained SCP-6029 late last year. Burchard: Oh… is that so? Dr. Duson: I can prove it. Just wait right here. [Dr. Duson excuses himself and exits the conference room. He returns with the documentation for SCP-6029 and hands it to Burchard and Delong. Burchard shows signs of amusement as he continues to read the documents.] Burchard: So I was wrong after all, how rare. Wow… I can tell you put in a lot of research and dedication to this. It's very descriptive. Dr. Duson: Well, we do hire the best of the best. Burchard: Mm-hmm. It says here that you had to transfer the anomaly to a different Site? Dr. Duson: Um… yes, the original Site was not adequate to store SCP-6029. It was somewhat old, you see. Burchard: I see… so what you're telling me is that due to your oversight you allowed KTE-6220-Quake to escape, potentially causing untold amounts of death and destruction? Actually… it kind of already did, didn't it? Dr. Duson: What? I… no, it happened outside of our control. The earthquake- Burchard: Are you telling me that the best of the best that the Foundation has to offer got outdone by a mere earthquake? That's interesting. I find that very interesting, and I'm willing to bet that the 108 would feel the same way as well. [Delong reads the documents and sets them down in disbelief.] Delong: I don't know sir, this is more complicated than we thought. Maybe we should do joint-custody instead? I don't think— Burchard: Cameron. [Burchard glares at Delong, then looks to his wrist watch and sighs. Delong takes a glance at the watch, then turns to Director McInnis.] Delong: Look, I'm sure none of us want to rock the boat. We can easily solve this with a couple of signatures and it'll be a done deal. Director McInnis: And what would happen if, for whatever reason, this deal falls through? Burchard: On your part? In that case I believe it would be best for the Coalition to seriously reconsider any further cooperation with the Foundation from now on. I know certainly the U.S. government would welcome us with open arms after that little incident in Cuba, but I digress. I would love to stay and chat, really I would, but we got a plane to catch. I expect you'll be ready to contact us when you've made the right choice. Bye. [Delong packs up the suitcase and both he and Burchard exit the conference room. Dr. Duson leans in his chair and scoffs.] Dr. Duson: I can't believe the nerve of that scumbag! Are we really going to let that slide? He was practically threatening us. I'd love to cooperatively shove my foot up his ass! 'Too dangerous for our standards'? He can go- Director McInnis: Let it go, Duson. It's not worth getting upset over. So… what do you think? O5-8: As much as I hate it, as it stands now I believe transferring ownership is the lesser of two evils. Dr. Duson: But sir! My team and I have made extraordinary progress on SCP-6029. You saw my findings— think of the applications: repairing broken materials, using it as a process for decommissioning of extremely dangerous anomalies, I was going to see how it was going to react to thaumaturgy! Are we just going to cave to them without even putting up a fight? Director McInnis: This is not a fight that would end well for us. We haven't been doing so well in recent years, in terms of global influence. The last thing we need is to drive more of our 'friends' away. O5-8: Exactly. This is a matter of stability. I know Burchard personally, he has immense influence in the 108. I imagine it wouldn't be that hard to twist the narrative against us, especially when it concerns one of their own. We will send you the results of the vote soon. Keep up the good work. [O5-8 signs off, Dr. Duson presses his face into his hands.] Dr. Duson: I cannot believe this… all that research, gone up in smoke because of a damn earthquake. If only we had sent it here in the first place. Goddamn GOC. Director McInnis: Nothing we can do about it, Dr. Duson. Now, I hear they've finally brought SCP-458 to the cafeteria. Best we go there before they ship it out again. Staff can take as many slices as they want. Dr. Duson: (Sighs) Well at least one thing today is going right. [END LOG] Following the conclusion of the meeting, O5-8 brought the SCP-6029 issue concerning to the rest of the O5 Council. After much deliberation, it was decided by a vote of 7-4 on 05/27/2021 that the transference of SCP-6029 from the Foundation to GOC custody be approved. Dr. Duson expressed extreme dismay over this decision, citing the potential research opportunities, but ultimately allowed custody to be revoked after carrying out the final preparations for transfer. Daniel Burchard was pleased with the decision and reminded the Foundation that they were forbidden to interfere further with matters related to SCP-6029 under threat of severe penalties. Addendum-02, Escalation: The GOC proceeded with destruction of SCP-6029 via dissolution in acid at an undisclosed facility. Before destruction could be carried out, SCP-6029 shattered the copper block it was inhabiting on its own initiative and the pieces made contact with the floor. SCP-6029 left the remnants of the block and receded into the lower levels of the facility, eventually escaping underground. Daniel Burchard was infuriated with the loss of SCP-6029 and severely disciplined all involved GOC personnel. SCP-6029 subsequently re-emerged in various European nations, attempting to acquire fissures, but was frequently interrupted by GOC forces attempting to capture and/or terminate it. These termination methods often involved physically destroying the material SCP-6029 was inhabiting. Eventually SCP-6029 went into hiding and became inactive for a short period of time. On 08/02/2021, it preemptively attacked a group of GOC operatives who were in the process of launching a raid against a Serpent's Hand hideout. Video footage and witness testimony suggested that SCP-6029 waited for the operatives to arrive, then ambushed them while distracted by the firefight, killing the majority before receding into the ground. Since this incident, SCP-6029 has demonstrated a new variant of its aggressive behavior. SCP-6029 has become highly active, producing a series of attacks on individuals and locations associated with the GOC at an increasing and alarming rate. SCP-6029's anomalous capabilities were also expanding incrementally during this period of time, with the primary changes being the entity's increase in size and the eventual independence from subsistence from absorbing other fissures. Below is a partial list of all known or suspected attacks by SCP-6029. Date Location Event 08/07/2021 Paris, France Several individuals were found dead within the top floor of the █████ ██████ Hotel. The injuries inflicted matched those caused by SCP-6029. It was later discovered that the victims were off-duty GOC agents who had been renting the room until they were granted permission to leave the country. The witness who first came to the scene, a maid, claimed she entered their room upon hearing frantic screaming coming from inside. Before entering, the witness also claimed she saw the walls becoming cracked before repairing themselves. The maid was administered amnestics and all evidence was cleaned up by the GOC under the pretense of a police investigation. 08/29/2021 Berlin, Germany. A GOC military bunker became subject to attack during the night, when most of the operatives were asleep. SCP-6029 killed thirty-two operatives in total before the base's alarm was activated. Witnesses claimed SCP-6029 traveled up each of the bunk beds and onto the bodies of the sleeping operatives. Unlike most encounters, SCP-6029 killed them in a subtle manner, silently positioning itself across their necks, causing all blood vessels to be lacerated leading to death from exsanguination. SCP-6029 also disconnected the upper spinal column, resulting in its victims becoming immobilized during this process. Unable to escape through the main entrance due to SCP-6029 fusing the door to the wall, the operatives broke the windows and jumped down two stories above. SCP-6029 tried to follow the operatives but was forced to flee when additional GOC forces arrived. Subsequently, SCP-6029's threat-level was increased by the GOC and they diverted significant resources towards its termination. 09/18/2021 Darwin, Australia A commercial truck owned by the GOC had its wheels spontaneously burst during travel on a toll road before a section of the road broke off, causing the truck to fall from a large cliff. The sole function of the truck was to deliver needed supplies to a nearby facility. It was noted that SCP-6029 had a consistent preference for staying close to the ground since this date. 10/04/2021 Bago, Myanmar A meeting between high-level government officials and GOC representatives was interrupted by the appearance of SCP-6029. SCP-6029 killed the representatives with minor injuries to the officials. This caused relations between the Myanmar government and the GOC to deteriorate and it was found that SCP-6029's size had grown exponentially as well. The GOC promptly designated SCP-6029 as a high-level threat and diverted abundant resources against the entity. 10/15/2021 Jeonju, South Korea After SCP-6029 was ranked top ten of the GOC's priority list, Daniel Burchard presented a new proposal for its termination. This proposal detailed the use of an experimental task force consisting of proficient reality benders conditioned through the use of extensive amnestic treatment and reconditioning, and outfitted with miniature explosives sown into their chest in case of rebellion. This task force was deployed upon receiving reports that SCP-6029 was in South Korea. The task force located SCP-6029 and attempted to terminate it using their reality bending capabilities. The attack failed and SCP-6029 killed a significant portion of the task force before escaping. Since then, SCP-6029 became resistant to hume-altering effects. Furthermore, SCP-6029 was able to spread its mass through the air. Fortunately, it has not yet been seen to be able to cross fully into gaseous matter. 10/17/2021 New York City, United States See Addendum-03 for further details. Addendum-03, Cooperation: On 10/17/2021, the Headquarters of the United Nations violently collapsed into a sinkhole without warning. Firefighters and construction crews were mobilized to rescue any survivors trapped in the rubble, but none were found to be alive6. The Global Occult Coalition used an extensive cover story of a terrorist attack to take account for the destruction of the building. Shortly after this incident, the Foundation received an message from a GOC representative requesting an emergency meeting with all previous liaisons present. This request was accepted, and the meeting was held at Site-43. +ACCESS SCP:/6029/meeting2/GOC - Close File Date: 10/18/2021 [BEGIN LOG] [Director McInnis is observing reports on the table. Dr. Duson is watching the television monitor, leaning forward in his chair.] Reporter: Construction crews are working tirelessly to rescue any survivors trapped inside. As of now, the current death toll has risen above three thousand. The United Nations has expressed extreme dismay over— Director McInnis: Can you turn that off? It's not making my work any easier. [Dr. Duson's concentration is disrupted and he switches off the monitor with a remote.] Dr. Duson: Sorry. It's just… this is unbelievable. Director McInnis: It must be, if you keep watching the same news cycle over and over again. Dr. Duson: No, I mean… am I the only one that isn't brushing this off? The GOC. The one organization people keep going on about, how 'they're going to kick our teeth in' one day, getting their own stomped in? It's like an car wreck that compels you to watch. It's incredible. It's honestly incredible. Director McInnis: Sounds like you were hoping this would happen. Dr. Duson: What?! No, I… I'm just surprised, is all. I mean, sure I was peeved when they took my skip and research away… and yes, I was amused when the reports came of 6029 attacking them, but… I just wanted to stay in the loop, you know. I mean, it only makes sense right? I was the head researcher after all. Director McInnis: …Really? Dr. Duson: Look, the point is that we need to move forward. Speaking on the same matter, how is this going to affect things long-term? With all this, uh… destruction going on, I would imagine it'll change a lot of things. I hope for our sake its for the best. O5-8: Since the power and influence of the GOC has diminished considerably, nations and organizations which had formerly supported them are now directing their attention towards us. Not to mention the fact that our budget has been increased. Dr. Duson: Really?! I mean… that is something, I must say. It's one thing to lose big, but to have the dynamics of our relationship flip so dramatically… very interesting, if I do say so myself— Director McInnis: Duson. Dr. Duson: —speaking of relationships, where is the representative? Shouldn't they be here right now? O5-8: I've been notified they've just arrived at the Site. They'll be here momentarily. [After a period of ten minutes, the door opens. Cameron Delong enters the room.] Dr. Duson: Delong? Delong: In the flesh. [Delong sits at the table and rests his briefcase on the table.] Sorry I was late. Things have been stressful back home if you can believe it. Director McInnis: I can imagine so. Delong: Yeah. It's been very hard. O5-8: A pleasure to meet you once again, Mr. Delong. May I ask where your employer is? I was expecting him to be here with you. Delong: You mean Burchard? Yeah… he's dead. Dr. Duson: What? He's dead? Daniel Burchard. Council member of the 108… dead? How? Delong: You seen the news recently? Director McInnis: Was he at the U.N. when it happened? [Delong nods.] Delong: From what I understand, they were going to start an emergency meeting on the subject of the crack. They were basically trying to see what sticks, and what ideas to cross out. Burchard hadn't gotten much sleep, and asked me to get him a coffee and pastries because he hated the ones we served. I was driving back, I heard a crash, and I saw dust over the horizon. Then I got the call… suffice to say… I don't think you'll be able to contact the 108. Ever again. O5-8: The council of 108 are dead? Are you certain of this? Delong: Since KTE-6220-Quake became erratic, it's been mandatory for all council members and high ranking officials to wear sensors that record their vital signs at all times. The 108s went silent in less than five minutes, including Under-Secretary-General Al Fine. They believed the crack damaged much of the earth under the building slowly overtime, and afterwards it most likely went through the rubble to find who was left. [Dr. Duson's mouth begins to twitch upwards. Director McInnis turns to look at Dr. Duson; the latter affects a more neutral expression. Director McInnis clenches his pen firmly.] Delong: To think I would have joined them if it weren't for the crappy food. O5-8: Mr. Delong. What is the purpose of your visit? Delong: I… wanted to talk things out. See where the wind is blowing. I'm… here in hopes I can… [Delong sighs.] Maybe get more information on the crack… maybe see if we can reverse the agreement? I'm open to a lot of things at this point. Director McInnis: Your superiors wish to reverse the agreement? Delong: They're… more open to the idea nowadays. Dr. Duson: So… SCP-6029 will be transferred back to us and I'll have full research rights? I'm fully supportive of the idea, I feel confident it'll be secure in our hands again— Delong: No… no. They want to transfer it to a hybrid site. Joint ownership. Dr. Duson: But… the GOC has already suffered major losses. Why spend more of it to watch— Delong: —The GOC is not letting that thing out of its sight. After all the damage that has been done, the machines we could have used to further scientific progress and save lives, the lives it has taken… [Delong shudders, pressing his nails against the table.] Just to shrug it off and say 'whatever' and go back to business as normal? If that's the general direction of where we're going, I'll be leaving immediately. I don't care if this thing ends up liquidated or contained forever. All we want is this thing to stop coming after us, and we want to make sure that will come to fruition. Front. Row. Seat. All we ask is… maybe… we can just let bygones be bygones and get back to what's important. Too much has gone wrong already. Director McInnis: …That can be arranged. Dr. Duson: What? O5-8: I happen to be of the same mindset as well. Do the honors, Director McInnis. [Delong slides some documents to Director McInnis, who begins to sign them. Dr. Duson expresses shock.] Director McInnis: All signed on our behalf. When can we expect a response? Delong: Relatively soon. I'm sure it will be quick. When I get the green light, I'll send word back to you and we'll be able to discuss this further right here. [Delong points to a document. Director McInnis reads it.] Director McInnis: A hybrid Site in Brazil? Delong: It's far enough from the U.S. and that thing has never attacked a hybrid Site before. It's also by the ocean so we can hop on a boat if worse comes to worse. My services are needed there, so I'll be gone after we're done here. Is there anything you want to add before we close this off? Director McInnis: One more thing, actually. It says in your documents here that… [Director McInnis examines a single document closely, appearing highly confused.] SCP-6029 has a thaumaturgic signature on it? Why is that? Delong: Your guess is good as mine. We certainly didn't put it there. We only noticed when it accidentally came into contact with one of our scanners. Your people didn't catch that the first time? Director McInnis: …It wasn't there the first time. Delong: Another mystery we don't have the time for… wonderful. [Delong sighs.] Anything else? O5-8: No, we're satisfied. Delong: Then I'll be taking my leave. I hope to see you gentlemen soon. Goodbye. [Delong exits the conference room and O5-8 signs off. As Director McInnis organizes the documents, Dr. Duson scowls. He turns to leave.] Director McInnis: You have a problem with joint containment? Dr. Duson: Pardon? Director McInnis: When we agreed to do joint containment, you were shocked… why? Dr. Duson: I figured… after all this time they'd want nothing more to do with that crack. It shocks me how persistent they can be sometimes but I'm not surprised. I kind of expected this actually. It's frustrating. Director McInnis: …Is that the only reason? Dr. Duson: I just think that… maybe we should have defined the terms of this new contract a bit better… that's all. Is there a problem, director? Director McInnis: …Right now. No. Dr. Duson: Well if that's all you need, I'll be heading back to the office. I have plenty of work that needs to be done. I'll see you later? Director McInnis: Alright… I'll see you soon. [Dr. Duson exits the conference room. Director McInnis begins to follows, stops and turns back to the desk. He looks to the hallway again before sitting down and pulling out a new document from a filing cabinet. He begins writing new orders.] Director McInnis: Real soon. [END LOG] The next day, Area-07 established contact with SCP-6029. More than half of on-site personnel were killed in the ensuing attack by the entity, including Cameron Delong. A review of security footage and witness testimony confirmed that SCP-6029 was avoiding causing harm, both directly and indirectly, to Foundation personnel. After receiving these news, Director McInnis ordered an investigation into all matters relating to SCP-6029. All research and documents were thoroughly examined and former personnel who had previously worked with SCP-6029 were monitored. The investigation was completed in less than a day. +ACCESS SCP:/6029/McInnis/Duson - Close File Date: 10/20/2021 [BEGIN LOG] [Director McInnis is working on the computer in his office until a knocking is heard on his door. He hastily finishes his message before turning the monitor away from the entrance.] Director McInnis: Come in. [Dr. Duson enters the office, visibly excited. Director McInnis gestures him to his seat. Dr. Duson sits and places a paper bag on the desk.] Dr. Duson: Good morning, director. Thought I would surprise you with some pastries from the cafeteria. I would have gotten you some pizza but they already sent 458 out of the Site. Quite a shame if I do say so myself Director McInnis: Yes, it's such a shame. Thanks for the gift. You know why I called you here, correct? Dr. Duson: Yes sir. I saw the email. You're promoting me? [Director McInnis nods with a smile. His right fist clenches slightly.] Director McInnis: That is correct, Dr. Duson. We're satisfied with all your the hard work. What do you think? Dr. Duson: It's… It's an honor, director. I… I… god I don't know what to say. [Dr. Duson smiles.] Director McInnis: It's quite alright, Dr. Duson. I understand. I know it's a big change but believe me, it's for the better. Now in terms of your promotion, do you prefer being D-Class or worm food? Dr. Duson: Eh? [Dr. Duson's smile falters.] Director McInnis: D-Class… or worm food? We don't have all day, Duson. You'll want to sit down for this. Dr. Duson: Ok, now let's just settle down- [Dr. Duson rises out of his seat. Director McInnis pulls out his service weapon from under the desk and points it at him.] Director McInnis: I said. Sit. Down. Duson. You can come in now. [Multiple Foundation guards enter the office, all weapons trained on Dr. Duson. Dr. Duson sits back in the chair in disbelief.] Dr. Duson: What the— What the fuck?! This is…. McInnis! Why— Director McInnis: You know why, Duson. Don't make this harder than it has to be. Dr. Duson: Director! Please for god's sake! This is a mistake! I don't- Director McInnis: Don't play dumb, Duson. You know I hate that. Did you think we wouldn't find out? It really pains me to believe you think we're that naïve after all this time. [Director McInnis types on his keyboard before showing the monitor to Dr. Duson. A camera view is displaying an overhead view of Dr. Duson sitting in his office, patiently twiddling his fingers. SCP-6029 emerges from the floor, remaining still. Dr. Duson turns and sees SCP-6029. He quickly moves away from his desk and locks the door. He then reaches into his desk and pulls out a pack of flash cards and a plastic bag of shredded printer paper taped underneath. Dr. Duson approaches SCP-6029.] Dr. Duson: Finally. Let's see how you did. Dr. Duson: How- Director McInnis: Cameras are getting smaller and smaller these days. Just keep watching. [The footage shows Dr. Duson spreading the shredded paper around SCP-6029 in the form of a thaumaturgic circle. After the circle is completed, he shuffles the flash cards before reciting what was written. A faint line of green light connects from SCP-6029 to Dr. Duson's forehead. Dr. Duson smiles.] Dr. Duson: Finally! Thanks for getting rid of that asshole, Quake. I wish I could give you a bone right now, but there's still much work to do. Go sic'em… good boy. [Dr. Duson shuffles the flash cards again, removing a single card from the pack and recites once more. The circle glows a bright green hue before dissipating. SCP-6029 sinks into the ground then disappears. Dr. Duson gathers a dust pan and pours the paper back into the bag. He then tapes back the bag and flash cards under the desk and resumes his work. The monitor pauses. Dr. Duson is sweating.] Dr. Duson: Now, now hear me out— Director McInnis: I heard enough. Creating a makeshift ritual circle right under our noses was pretty clever I must admit. But writing and keeping not only the spells, but all locations of every known GOC property in your office? Now that is disappointing. [Dr. Duson remains silent. Director McInnis pulls the monitor towards himself and types.] Director McInnis: You used many spells, but only three caught my eye. The first one allows the augmentation of anomalous properties. The second allows the reading of the minds of animals and the last makes animals obey your commands with bits of Spiti-Class thaumaturgy sprinkled in between. The latter two don't work on many anomalies but since SCP-6029 has a mind similar to an animal… you've been making it stronger each time. Your own personal attack dog. [Dr. Duson is silent and is taking in slow deep breaths.] Director McInnis: You planned this from the start? Ever since those final preparations? Dr. Duson: I only had SCP-6029 come back to me after escaping, then do some reconnaissance work. It was going to end there, but then I realized the deal we were coerced into. The danger we were in. Then I also realized what SCP-6029 could do… that's when the plan changed. Director McInnis: Hundreds of men torn apart without mercy. Equipment and knowledge potentially lost forever, very important mind you. You stained our hands with blood… Do you have the faintest idea of what you have done? Do you even care? Dr. Duson: I did what was necessary! We were losing to them! If things had continued the way they had been we'd be fucked! It was a matter of stability, simple as that. It was for the greater good! Director McInnis: Yes, your 'greater good.' Not the world's good. Not the good of the families you've ruined. And certainly not the Foundation's. If it was for the greater good, you wouldn't have tried to hide it in the first place. You pulled a Doctor Dan, only sloppier and more vicious. Dr. Duson: Dr. Dan killed innocents because of a monster that could be easily contained! The GOC was going to come after us sooner or later, they want to destroy us like the Hand or the Insurgency. It was a matter of survival! Why can't you see I was doing the Foundation a favor?! They were the enemy! Director McInnis: No… you were upset because your pet project was taken from you. You couldn't handle it and you decided to do the unthinkable. The GOC are not our enemies, they're our competitors. The difference is meaningful, Duson. Because of you, the world is less safe: anomalies that could have been easily taken down have more free rein. Everyone is more vulnerable than ever. All because of you. Dr. Duson: …The Foundation hates the GOC. Director McInnis: Not this much. We're two sides of the same coin. It's the way things are. Duson… you have committed treason. Dr. Duson: The hell I have! You know how much potential research those bastards have destroyed that could have bettered mankind?! The chair that was thrown down the woodchipper! How about the cute ship couple they ruthlessly murdered! Don't even get me started on Site-13! The people they poisoned against us! How they gloated in our faces! You're saying Burchard was innocent? Director McInnis: Compared to you? Yes. You're making excuses at this point. All those scenarios… they were caused by different people in charge and that last one happened in a different dimension entirely. Every group has their bad apples, they're not a hive mind, Duson. We're no exception. Dr. Duson: Bullshit! That apple tree was rotten to the core! And you have the gall to call me traitor!? Fuck that! You deserved that title! They deserved every thing that happened and you should be lumped with that 'group' you piece of shi- [Dr. Duson rises from his seat and quickly lunges towards Director McInnis desk. Several guards fire their tasers. Dr. Duson cries out in pain as he collapses to the floor. Two guards approach, pull him up to his feet and handcuff him. Director McInnis calmly puts the handgun away.] Director McInnis: The O5 Council disagrees. In fact, they already voted on your fate. We'd considered giving you the Dr. Dan treatment. But… considering that this is your mess it's only fair that you'll be the one to fix it. Dr. Duson: F-Fix?! Director McInnis: You are going to be our very special gift basket to the GOC. We can't tell them the exact reason why of course, that would destroy any remaining bridges. Outside of Burchard and Delong, no one in the GOC knows who you are. But they'll soon learn you're Charlie Darren, a member of the Serpent's Hand that went rogue and thought they could burn the bookburners without getting scorched themselves. We'll have to fabricate some things but I imagine that won't be any trouble for us at all. Dr. Duson: No! Come on, this isn't right! This isn't justice! This… oh fuck! No! Dammit McInnis you know me! Director McInnis: I knew you. Congratulations on your promotion to the wall of shame, Duson. I hope it was worth it. Alright, you can take him to transport now. Dr. Duson: No! No! Let me go! Think what you're doing here! It was for the safety for the Foundation! It had to be done! Ow! Fuck! Stop it! No! McInnis! Please! Give me a second chance! Please! I swear to god… PLEASE! [Dr. Duson is dragged out of Director McInnis' office with heavy resistance. His shouting continues to be audible until the door closes. Director McInnis looks at the paper bag sitting on the desk and places it into the trash. Director McInnis then covers his face with his hand and shakes his head.] [END LOG] After his conviction, Dr. Duson's memory was altered via Class-F amnestics and reconditioning. Documents were also fabricated to support Dr. Duson's involvement and occlude his ties with the Foundation. The GOC praised the Foundation for their efforts and invited multiple representatives to Dr. Duson's capital punishment. Dr. Duson continued to proclaim his innocence and attempt to shift blame before being hanged on 11/10/2021. SCP-6029 was captured and all thaumaturgic influence was removed, it returned to its former size but retained all augmentations. SCP-6029 was then recontained at Site-43, and no breach in containment has been reported since. Due to the increased need for safeguards against the anomalous, the Foundation diverted a sizeable amount of its resources to the GOC for the goal of building their organization back to maximum self-sufficiency. The GOC is projected to regain half of its former influence by 2025. SCP-6029 is scheduled for transfer to the newly remodeled Area-07 on 11/30/2021 on the direct order of Director McInnis, gaining further praise from the GOC and opening the door to further cooperation between both parties. As the time of writing, tensions between the Foundation and the GOC are at an all-time low. Footnotes 1. Specialist in thaumaturgy and handling of sentient anomalies. 2. At the time, SCP-6029 was incapable of traversing loose granular substances. It has since gained this ability. 3. Via video call. 4. A policy that was established between the Foundation and GOC which ruled that any anomaly captured by either organization will belong to their jurisdiction. 5. A Site where the Foundation shares co-ownership with the GOC or pro-Foundation organizations. 6. While the bodies in the initial ruble were easily identified, the ones in the lower levels were not, as they had been disfigured to the point where dental records were unviable for identification. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6029" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6029. Licensed under CC-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: BigCrack.jpg Name: Crack (14415831884).jpg Author: Dean Hochman License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
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All persons found crossing into high-risk zones are to be detained and questioned for potential SCP-6030-1 status. Containment Team Zeta-453 has been tasked with permanent monitoring duty for identifying potential SCP-6030-1 instances and quarantining them for further treatment. In the event of a completed Daltu merger, all efforts should be made to scrub evidence of missing persons from public record. Body reconstruction efforts for former SCP-6030-1 instances are to be commenced where possible. Foundation personnel suspected of SCP-6030-1 presence are to be immediately quarantined for further investigation, followed by the standard battery of medications pre-cleared for SCP-6030 use. Description: SCP-6030 is a recurring temporospatial phenomenon found in regions of Kings Canyon National Park, located in California, USA. When certain individuals (designated as SCP-6030-1 instances) enter SCP-6030 zones, they disappear from local reality after an indeterminate amount of time and become unrecoverable.1 SCP-6030 zones do not persist following a Daltu merger, and do not appear in consistent locations, though some areas have been noted to be particularly susceptible to SCP-6030 instantiation. Additionally, for non-SCP-6030-1 instances, SCP-6030 is visually and physically indistinguishable from non-anomalous regions of Kings Canyon National Park, making them difficult to identify. This combination of events leads to most SCP-6030 zones being designated as such ex post facto. SCP-6030 appears differently to each SCP-6030-1 instance. To date, there has been no identifiable pattern in SCP-6030 visual appearances, nor are there causal links between said appearances and SCP-6030-1 instances. The reason behind this variability is currently unknown. SCP-6030-1 instances are distinguished by two defining features. Firstly, such individuals are the only ones capable of both perceiving SCP-6030 and succumbing to its disappearance effect following a Daltu merger. Secondly, all affected individuals display a powerful urge to travel to Kings Canyon National Park in order to complete a Daltu merger. Administration of amnestics, anti-compulsive medication therapy, and other anti-memetics have proven effective in temporarily reducing this urge, but individuals who cease treatment often experience relapses. Fundamentally, the mechanism of generation for SCP-6030-1 is currently unknown; as of yet, no evidence has been conclusively linked to potential risk factors for SCP-6030-1 presence. Moreover, as there are no other distinguishing factors for SCP-6030-1 presence, correctly identifying anomalous presence has been a persistent challenge. Ongoing research efforts into prophylactic measures and other early-screening methods have yielded inconclusive results. Sample List of SCP-6030 Appearances: The following is an abbreviated list of SCP-6030 visualizations, as reported by individuals whom the Foundation was able to apprehend prior to Daltu merger. The full list is available upon request. Subject Subject Information SCP-6030 Location and Appearance Subject 36 38 years old, Arab descent, male. Subject had no prior outdoors experience, and had traveled from New York City to Kings Canyon after an abrupt disappearance from his job as a software engineer. Unmarried, no children. Anomaly manifested roughly 500 feet off the trail leading through Zumwalt Meadow. Subject described the entirety of the meadow as having been replaced by a collection of featureless skyscrapers with numerous doors. The subject reported hearing a “comforting voice” that he attempted to follow, though he was unable to find the source prior to Foundation interception. Subject 85 84 years old, African-American, male. Subject had traveled extensively in his youth as a military veteran, but was largely confined to a wheelchair following a stroke. Convinced members of his extended family to take him to Kings Canyon as part of a family vacation. Anomaly manifested outside of the Giant Tree Museum at the base of the Sentinel Tree, a large, partially burned out sequoia tree with an open view of its interior. Subject reported that the sky darkened to a twilight shade, despite the event occurring during the morning. The interior of the tree was covered with a thick layer of red poppy flowers, which gave off an "inviting" scent. Subject was restrained by his family, and questioned by Foundation staff embedded at park medical services. Subject 152 42 years old, Caucasian, female. Subject had extensive outdoors experience, and was an experienced mountaineer and thru-hiker who was midway through hiking the length of the Pacific Crest Trail.2 Divorced, no children. Anomaly manifested along Mather Pass, in the backcountry section of the park to the east. Subject wandered off the trail for nearly 23 miles through extremely difficult terrain before being flagged as missing by a fellow hiking companion. Wilderness rescue personnel found the subject after she had collapsed from a combination of dehydration and heat exhaustion. The subject reported that her surroundings consisted of thick, grassy vegetation that obscured her vision, despite the rocky and nearly bare consistency of Mather Pass. Furthermore, the subject stated that she felt as though she was being followed by an unknown entity, leading her to flee towards the direction of shelter, though she could not identify how she knew where the aforementioned shelter was. No further explanation was given. History: The first documented case of SCP-6030 was recorded in 1929 by Theodore Lewis, an undercover American Secure Containment Initiative3 agent embedded within the United States National Park Service. Lewis served as the lead investigator for a series of missing persons cases that terminated at Kings Canyon National Park, and journaled extensively about his progress. Review of these efforts led to their retroactive designation as the first known instance of SCP-6030, though it is believed that the anomaly itself predates Lewis’s research. Drawing upon his experience in the American military, Lewis wrote entries in his journal in a series of increasingly complex ciphers. While initial entries were written with simple substitution and transposition ciphers, later entries introduced Vigenère and Polybius Square ciphers along with other more difficult to decode tactics. The last entries of his journal utilized highly complicated anomalo-ciphers using asymmetric ontological keys, spectral ciphers, and other novel techniques that are still classified pending further review. It is unknown how Lewis obtained knowledge of these methods. Foundation cryptanalysis efforts were unable to decode Lewis’s final entries until a breakthrough in 2020 was made by a cryptographic team led by Researcher Faisal Setiawan. Setiawan compiled extensive documentation of his team’s progress concerning SCP-6030, annotated with his own personal notes. The results of this investigation are included below, in chronological order. Profile: Theodore Lewis Profile: Faisal Setiawan Theodore Lewis DOB: 05/08/1895 Occupation: Intelligence Officer, United States Military Intelligence Division, followed by National Park Service Ranger and embedded ASCI agent Biography: Theodore Lewis was born on May 8th, 1895, in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Records of his early life are scant, though Lewis himself notes in his journal that his childhood was unremarkable. By his own admission, Lewis’s enlistment in the United States Army shortly before its entry into World War I was the most impactful event of his life up to that point. Lewis displayed an aptitude for military intelligence and investigative research, leading to his recruitment by the Military Intelligence Division (MID). Lewis was dispatched on military reconnaissance missions during the Third Battle of Aisne, and later during the Meuse-Argonne Offensive, which, in his own words, "proved to be formative experiences." This would later result in his recommendation to the ASCI as a post-war operative specializing in investigative work and reconnaissance. While he served in a number of different postings, his last and most important one was as a National Park Ranger at Kings Canyon National Park, where he discovered SCP-6030 while tracking a missing persons case in 1929. Lewis would work on researching SCP-6030 up until his own disappearance in the summer of 1930. His documentation of SCP-6030 remained unknown until 1976, when his journal and other work was discovered in legacy archives that had been improperly categorized during the Foundation merger with the ASCI. While Lewis's first entries were rapidly decoded, his remaining work became something of an open challenge for aspiring Foundation cryptanalysts until the last sequence of entries was fully decrypted by the aforementioned team led by Faisal Setiawan. Lewis with ASCI supervisor, Thomas Middleton. DOB: 08/02/1984 Occupation: Foundation Level 3 Researcher, specializing in cryptanalysis, machine learning, and data science Biography: Faisal Setiawan was born on August 2nd, 1984 in Daly City, California. After graduating from Stanford University with a degree in mathematical and computer science, Setiawan worked in a number of early machine learning applications in infosecurity and cryptography. He was later recruited by the Foundation as a cryptographic researcher, specializing in anomalous cryptanalysis. Setiawan received two promotions prior to his assignment on SCP-6030. Coworkers and managers described Setiawan as diligent, hard-working, and polite, but noted that he largely kept to himself outside of work. Setiawan did not actively attend most work social events, and was considered to be somewhat of an outsider, even within the relatively small cryptanalysis department. Nonetheless, Setiawan proved to be a talented researcher and cryptographer. After receiving several commendations for past work, Setiawan led a team that dedicated itself to fully decrypting Theodore Lewis’s work on SCP-6030, which they successfully completed in 2020. Lewis’s Journal, Entry 1: The following is a decrypted version of Lewis’s first journal entry, dated to May 3rd, 1929, when he first arrived in King’s Canyon. I arrived in General Grant National Park today.4 I am of the opinion that there is no sight more majestic, more magnificent than what God has seen fit to give us here. Unlike Yosemite to the north, the park is as of yet untouched by the ravages of picnickers and weekend tourists from the rest of California, giving it a kind of purity that I admire. I spent most of the day walking around the base of what has come to be known as “Paradise Valley.” The valley is nothing short of breathtaking, and a more apt name could not be found. At times I found myself simply stopping to gaze at the view, which I have included a photograph of. Paradise Valley, 1929 Josephine quite likes the weather here as well. She and the baby are settling in as I write this entry. I'm not sure that baby William enjoys the environment as much, however; he gave his mother quite a headache as he would not stop wailing the entire day. Josephine has done an admirable job calming him down, however, and for now, peace is restored to the valley. With regards to the case, I have liaised with the local authorities concerning the disappearances, and have attempted to make headway on the last known sightings of the various missing persons. Tomorrow, I plan on personally visiting the relevant areas to see if I can sniff out any other relevant details. Faisal’s Notes: 03/12/2018 First entry of interest in Lewis’s journal that directly mentions SCP-6030, but it’s also the first one where he changes up his entry format. Up to this point, Lewis has mostly written his entries in a fairly basic substitution cipher. Not unexpected, considering the low sophistication of most ciphers of that period. What’s interesting here though, is that Lewis introduced a more complicated substitution into this entry. Why exactly did he do that? Not sure we’ll ever get a clear answer, but it’s definitely odd considering he didn’t comment on it anywhere else. Lewis was a pretty avid photographer evidently, which is doubly impressive considering the equipment they had to lug around in those days. Not sure if the photos themselves mean much, but it’s impressive that they’ve even managed to survive this long. Makes you wonder how much the place has changed since then. …I should probably be focusing on the decryption efforts rather than digging through old history. It’d be nice to mull over these entries a bit more, but the rest of the team is already focused on cracking the later ones. I don’t blame them, considering that these entries are pretty basic, but I do think it’s good to get a sense for where Lewis must have been coming from. Lewis’s Journal, Entry 2: Lewis’s next relevant journal entry, dated to May 4th, 1929, the day after the first entry. The climb to Silver Spray Falls takes one to the highest peaks of the Tehipite Valley. Although strenuous and long, I find that the hidden gems to be discovered in these corners of the mountains to be some of the most rewarding. Silver Spray Falls, 1929 On a more somber note, these falls were the last known sighting of two of our missing persons. One, an older gentleman from Marin, who had retired from his profession as a carpenter some years ago, and the second, a young man from over the border in Nevada who was working as a miner. By all appearances, the two men shared almost nothing in common, not their age, profession, even race or religion. And yet, both men were spotted here last by two different groups of hikers, three weeks apart. My instinct tells me that such a thing is not a coincidence. Could it be that both men slipped and fell over these selfsame cliffs that I was just admiring, plunging to their deaths? Did they perhaps share a hidden calling that others were not privy to? Or was it, indeed, a mere coincidence? After investigating the area, I can find no sign of tracks, disturbed passage, or natural disaster that could have caused two men to disappear into the woods. Not even a body to speak of, or any evidence of where one might have been. There are, as of yet, still a few more sites to investigate, and a stack of reports to pore over. I hope that I can make some more headway into them before I retire for the evening with Josephine. Still much more to be done. Lewis’s Journal, Entry 3: Lewis’s next relevant journal entry, dated to July 10th, 1929. Below Silver Spray Falls lies the expanse of the Tehipite Valley. Although not technically part of General Grant Park, it is a sister to the Paradise Valley, and is none the lesser in terms of stature, beauty, and quiet reverence. Tracing the path of the water down to this valley below takes one through a journey of quiet birds, grazing mountain goats, and idyllic peace. Tehipite Valley, 1929 It is a shame that such a peaceful place would be home to such tragedy as this. Days of searching, poring through every inch of the terrain with an army of volunteers, and yet, nothing. If these men and women had simply died due to some tragic mishap, we would still find some evidence of their passing. A body, gnawed on bones, shreds of clothing, even a bit of trash from their passage. And yet, not a speck to be found. It is as if they simply…vanished. In my studies of the paranormal, I have found many strange occurrences that led to disappearances, but none that seem so…random. Many people travel through these areas, but it seems as though individuals are picked off as if by a whim, suddenly disappearing into the aether with no trace left behind. How is one to conduct an investigation with no clues? I digress. There are still profiles on the victims to consider….though with our count now up to almost a dozen individuals suspected of disappearing, the task grows more daunting. Nonetheless, we must persevere. Faisal’s Notes: 05/15/2018 I like to think that the photos he left in these entries gives a sense for what he must have been seeing when he was in Kings Canyon, poring through the same mystery that we’re still hunting through all these years later. It’s kind of reassuring in a way-two generations of Foundation researchers, united in the same task…or perhaps a bit depressing that we still haven’t figured out the secret even after all this time. O5 Command certainly thinks so, because they've started to ask us for updates concerning the project. I've never had to directly deal with any administrators before, so to say that the stress level has been ramped up would be a huge understatement… Still, the angles of attack that we’re taking on these new entries are promising. Still waiting for the algorithms to crunch through the data set, but the team is excited about what we might find. While they’re waiting on the results, I’ve been re-reading these entries. Trying to get a sense for what Lewis might have figured out that we haven’t yet. You never know what we might dig up while reading through old history. While reading through some other logs, I read that the official count for SCP-6030 Daltu mergers is recorded at 435, but they estimate that it’s a gross undercount based on how difficult it is to actually track this thing. In the grand scheme of things, as horrible as it sounds, that’s…not that bad? Considering how long we’ve known about it, that is. It’s weird. 6030 isn’t the most devastating anomaly we have in the catalogue by a long shot, it isn’t the most widespread, and it isn’t the most deadly either. But something about these people disappearing in Kings Canyon for the better part of a century (if not longer) for no reason just…frustrates me. I understand how Lewis must have felt. The complete lack of clues is almost infuriating in a way. Like it’s taunting us for how little we actually understand about it. Maybe I should take a nap… Lewis’s Journal, Entry 5: Lewis’s next relevant journal entry, dated to October 24th, 1929. In the far eastern reaches of the park lies a sweeping mountain range, the southernmost echoes of the mighty Sierra Nevada mountains, which themselves are children of the towering Rocky Mountains. The Hermit rises above its brethren to dominate the skyline here, ascetic-like in its isolation as it meditates alone. The Hermit, 1929 Quiet meditation has been on my mind as of late. We are now up to at least two dozen disappearances, if not more. Our current expedition to the Hermit was in search of more clues that may have been disturbed in the more populated segments of the park. And yet, despite all of our searching, nothing physical manifests. There are still no signs of anything out of the ordinary. If there is something to see with this anomaly, then we are simply blind to it. In the evenings, when I have time away from Josephine and the baby, I scan the profiles compiled about our missing persons. This, so far, has been our only breakthrough. While at first, I believed there to be little in common between our disappearances, I have begun to identify a few common threads that may be of value.5 Missing individuals tend to be older, though the youngest we have identified was merely 20. Most of them are unmarried, widowed, or otherwise divorced. Prior familiarity with the park is not a factor. Most have never traveled here before. The evidence is, as of yet, meagre. I continue to work to find the strands that connect these cases, but I must admit that it’s beginning to take a toll on me. I feel myself growing somewhat haggard from the strain, and my sleep has been poor. I know that Josephine worries after me, though I say nothing. Nonetheless, we must persevere. It frustrates me. I began my search here in pursuit of recovering those who had been lost, and yet it seems that we are no closer to that end than when I started. As a man who prides himself on truth finding it is…more than a little demoralizing. I had hoped that our excursion would help at least to assuage some of my own thoughts concerning the investigation, but it has only inflamed an even greater desire within me to figure out the mystery of the park. I am so very tired. And yet, we must persevere. Faisal’s Notes: 09/14/2018 This is the last entry that was decoded before our team began its work. The final stopping point of knowledge that we inherited from Lewis for more or less the last quarter century, even though there are still so many more pages to go. Our last few attacks on the entries didn’t work. We thought we had something promising through a list of different symmetric attacks, but it ended up empty. I’m still in awe at the complexity of the ciphers that Lewis employed after this log-most of this stuff is pretty advanced for today’s standards, and Lewis didn’t have the advantage of a computer to write them for him. The last few entries are…daunting to say the least. The ones we’re working on now at least have some recognizable patterns to them, but the last few start dipping into anomalous territory that will require some really crazy stuff. It doesn’t help that the other teams attached to the project are really breathing down our necks. We’ve got O5 Command asking for updates every week now, but we don’t really have much to show them. I can’t help but echo Lewis here again. It’s immensely annoying, not being able to figure out much. What makes people pack up their things, quit their jobs, and disappear into the woods? Lewis seems to have thought it was something to do with their current status…but I’m not too sure of that considering the things we’ve been digging up as of late. Not so easy to find those patterns anymore, kind of like the patterns that Lewis himself left for us. Frankly, the team is exhausted at this point. It feels like a never-ending cycle for the entire SCP-6030 team. We grind on this work all day long, sitting in front of our computers, waging a battle that isn’t giving us much. It’s a lot to handle. It just feels unrewarding at times. I’m getting a sense for how Lewis must have felt, working on this more or less alone. There’s gotta be more to it. You don’t just write a dozen more entries after this and hide it behind twenty layers of ciphertext unless you have something worth hiding. I’m tired too, Lewis. But I have to keep moving. I won’t be able to sleep unless I figure it out. LEVEL 4/6030 CLEARANCE REQUIRED AHEAD The file you are attempting to access is restricted to personnel with Level 4/6030 clearance only. Please do not attempt to open the following documentation without approved clearance. Open Additional Documentation: SCP-6030 Close Additional Documentation Lewis’s Journal, Entry 6: On 12/08/2018, Setiawan’s team decrypted the first new entry of Lewis’s journal in over 12 years. The following is the entirety of the entry, dated to January 4th, 1930, some 3 months after his last decoded entry. The barrier between General Grant and Sequoia Park to the south is a mighty stretch of mountains called the Great Western Divide. The divide soars well over ten thousand feet into the air, effectively cleaving these two ancient parks in twain, never to meet. A nearly impassable fortress for all but the most prepared of travelers, it serves as a reminder of the walls that God himself constructed. Beautiful, but inhospitable. Barren. Bleak. The Great Western Divide, 1930 And yet, all of that seemed to matter little to the man we discovered stumbling across its great slopes today. Half mad, clothes worn ragged, and carrying almost no provisions, this man was attempting to cross over from Sequoia to this side of the park for no discernible reason. After stopping him, we attempted to treat him for heat exhaustion and dehydration when he began ranting and raving while I tried to give him water. He claimed that he saw…something. I do not know what it was, but it seemed to cause him great anxiety. He thrashed violently as my men tried to restrain him, to calm him down, to reassure him that he was safe. This lasted for a few minutes, until he finally began to relax, heart thumping away all the while, a sheen of sweat on his face. Then, he began murmuring in a low voice, one that I strained to hear. I recorded a few of the sentences here, though I have no understanding of what they could have meant, and to whom they might have been addressed, as he did not answer any of the questions we asked. “I’m not ready.” “Are you sure?” “I’m just sick of fighting.” “I understand.” Then, he faded. To be clear, I do not mean some sort of euphemism for dying. I mean that the man began fading away from view in my very arms, and after the course of a few moments, was gone entirely. Not invisible. Not dead. Simply…gone. Here one moment, and then entirely gone the next. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t deeply shaken by the incident. As I sit here writing, I have been unable to sleep, though Josephine called me to bed hours ago. The obvious question is, of course, if this could happen to myself as well…or worse, Josephine and William. I do not know. The more I study, the less convinced I am that I will know. There are simply too many questions, and no answers. At times like this, I begin to doubt if we are even meant to know the answer. Did God devise questions for us that were not meant to be solved? For now, I persevere. That is all I can do. Faisal’s Notes: 12/08/2018 I can’t believe it. People have been trying to crack some of these entries for longer than I’ve been alive, and we finally made some headway. It’s incredible. We could write whole papers, plural, on the work we’ve already done here. O5 is happier than they were before, even if they’re still harassing us every other day. So then why don’t I feel like it was very satisfying? We decrypted a nearly impossible sequence, and things look good for the next few entries, and yet…it’s not as exciting as I thought it would be. I was tasked with solving the cryptographic challenges, but somewhere along the way, I think I became more engrossed in the larger mystery. It was exciting to find out that Lewis himself had actually seen a Daltu merger happening in real time, but to hear that he couldn’t figure out much more beyond that is demoralizing. I was hoping that there would be more answers there, I suppose. Still a few more entries to go. Have to keep pushing. SCP-6030-1 Incident Alpha: On 3/15/2019, a member of the SCP-6030 cryptographic team was flagged for potential SCP-6030-1 presence after unauthorized purchases of flight tickets to Kings Canyon National Park were discovered on a personal computer. As group leader, Faisal Setiawan was tasked with interviewing the subject. Camera feed starts. Subject is seated at an interview table in a secure interrogation room, handcuffed. Setiawan enters the room, and sits down across from her, carrying a manila envelope. Subject: Faisal. Setiawan: Allison. Subject: You look tired, Faisal. Setiawan: You’re not looking much better yourself. Subject: C’mon Faisal. No one’s shouldering more of the load than you are these days. Setiawan: We’re all under a lot of stress. Lot of pressure to figure out what’s going on here, especially from O5 and other higher ups. I’m the group leader, so I’ve just got to shoulder a bit more than the rest of you. Subject: You ever wonder why? Setiawan: Why what? Subject: Why the Foundation cares so much about this thing. Setiawan: You mean a disappearing set of people in a high profile national park? What are you talking about? Of course the Foundation cares. Subject: A few dozen a year, max, Faisal. Yes, it’s a tragedy, and yes, it’s a big mystery. But c’mon. Almost two thousand people disappear into the woods each year in the United States and nobody bats an eye. Why so much fuss about this thing? Why all the teams and the research? Setiawan: Allison, c’mon- Subject: Because it’s a black eye. We all know it. It’s absurd how many resources we’ve poured into this thing, but we do it because it’s an affront to our pride. That we have all this money, power, and knowledge, but we still can’t figure out why people choose to disappear in Kings Canyon. It’s annoying because of how easy it should be. You ever wonder what they must have tried in higher levels of clearance that we haven’t even seen? I’ve read your notes, Faisal. I know you feel the same way. Setiawan: …what’s your point? Subject: I’m just…tired. Really tired, Faisal. It’s just exhausting coming in here every day and pouring our soul into our work for almost no gain. It just leaves you…empty inside. At some point it just becomes too much. When does it end? Setiawan: When we figure it out. Subject: And what happens if we can’t- Setiawan: That’s not how we do things, Allison. Our entire job is to figure things out. We don’t accept that for an answer. Just what were you hoping to accomplish by going there, anyway? Subject: I just…I just wanted to see what it was like. You know I’ve never been to Kings Canyon? Even before I started on this project. Before they banned us. Setiawan: I know. Subject: It’s calling to me. The wild. It’s telling me that there’s something there for me. That I can go and be free of all this. The toil. The grind. I can just…disappear. Not have to worry about it all anymore. I don’t have to struggle like I’ve been doing. Setiawan: Can you explain that more? Subject: No. Honestly, no. I don’t think you would understand. I don’t think you could understand. And it’s not a compulsion either. I want to do this. Setiawan: How do I know that? Subject: Run the scans. Do the neuro profile. You know I’m telling the truth. There’s nothing forcing me into this. I just want to be done. Subject pauses for a few moments. Subject: So where does that leave us? Setiawan: You know the procedure. We amnesticize you, put you on medication, and send you back to work. Subject: I understand. I- Subject begins crying. Setiawan extends a hand, and places it on hers. Setiawan: I’m sorry. Following this incident, the subject was remanded to psychiatric care for SCP-6030-1 instances. After three months of treatment, the subject returned to active work on SCP-6030. Faisal’s Journal Entry - 07/13/2019: The following journal entry was logged in Faisal Setiawan’s personal journal, separately from his regular SCP-6030 documentation. It has been included here for its relevance to SCP-6030. Allison’s words have been on my mind for a while now. They kept me up at night, so much so that I just couldn’t let it rest. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. When does it end? How much do we really know? So I did some digging into things I probably shouldn’t have. Level 4 documentation on SCP-6030. I just needed to see if there was something that we were missing at our level. There was pretty rigorous security on the docs but…well…when you’ve been spending the last year plus on decrypting advanced anomalo-security measures that no one’s ever seen before, suddenly the memetic kill agents aren’t quite as daunting. And waduh, the things that we didn’t even know were going on. Did you know that we have a cloning machine? I sure as hell didn’t. Apparently it’s been used to bring back people who’ve died, and it works perfectly, over and over again…except for SCP-6030. They tried using it on someone who went missing in the park and…nothing. Brought back a warm body, but it’s like they were in a coma. Couldn’t be woken up. No life behind their eyes, just a persistent vegetative state. That sent the higher ups into a tailspin apparently. They tried everything to see how they could recover people who went in and didn’t come out. None of them worked. Finally, they tried some really crazy stuff, things that I barely understand. Something about ontological signatures, which, from what I gather, are some kind of metaphysical profile that’s unique to an individual. It persists even after they die, because they still left an imprint on reality, and could, maybe, be recovered with something like SCP-2000. This goes doubly so for people who are teleported to other dimensions or adjacent realities. Except, and say it with me this time, for SCP-6030. They tried tracing the ontological signature of an agent who disappeared, to see if they had been shunted over to some other dimension or reality. Maybe they were just lost somewhere else? But after running the trace algorithm, they found that it had disappeared. Which means that people who disappear into the wild aren’t dying or being teleported-they’re literally being erased from local reality. What the fuck! Apparently that really made shit hit the wall, which is right when they pulled my team in to do some more work on the cryptographic side. Might as well see if anyone else figured anything out right? When you start working here, I feel like there’s an understanding that someone has the answers. Maybe you’re just not the right clearance level for getting the full picture, or at least you can work on deducing a little bit of the puzzle. To find out that the higher ups with full clearance are just as clueless as we are is…terrifying, to put it mildly. Just what the hell is going on here? Lewis’s Journal, Entry 6: On 09/02/2019, Setiawan’s team decrypted the next relevant entry for SCP-6030 in Lewis’s journal, dated to May 3rd, 1930. From the heights of the high Glaciated Canyons, looking down between the Grand Sentinel and North Dome peaks, one sees the mighty Cedar Grove, dwelling in the shade of these titanic mountains. Hidden here, nestled in the shadow of two great walls, the cedars have escaped the wrath of hungry loggers looking to feed the never-ending appetite for new homes in California. Cedar Grove, 1930 I wish that it were possible for me to hide as they do, living a peaceful life away from prying eyes and predatory lumbermen. How beautiful and simple their life must be, soaking up the endless rays of God’s sun, free from any care or concern. I am not so lucky. I am burdened with the knowledge of what I have done, what I must do, and what little I have accomplished during this investigation. It has been exactly one year since I arrived in this park, and I have precious little to show for it other than an increasing count of missing persons, a tremendous toll on my health, and a family whom I almost never have time to see. There is, simply put, no end in sight. During the war, I found myself trapped in a trench with a group of other men. It had been days, if not weeks of ceaseless bombardments overhead, with back and forth motion along the trenches as was common for the conflict. We had pushed and pushed, and pushed, trying to keep advancing onwards, never stopping, always persevering. And yet, as we huddled there in the trench, trying our best to stay low, to avoid notice, to simply survive, I felt nothing but a deep, all-consuming weariness. No fire, no desire to keep moving. Simply weariness. It felt as though we had nothing to show for all our work. Thousands had perished, pushing back and forth for scarcely a few dozen miles of terrain, when all was said and done. And it never, ever, stopped. We were simply stuck in this great war, cogs in a much vaster war machine than we could conceive of. There was naught else to do but to keep struggling, but at that moment, as mortar shells fell around us, I simply wanted to give up. It pains me to say it, looking back. I felt like less of a man for the thought. But it was the truth. I was simply beyond struggling. I simply could not muster the strength to keep going. And I was ready to surrender, seeing as there was little end in sight. But then, a miracle. The shelling stopped. The war was over, we were told. A higher power than us men in the trenches had decided that we could cease. We could finally rest. We were done. We could go home. As I sit here, watching the view over this ancient grove, I am struck by the same feeling I had, deep in those trenches, when all I wanted was to be finished. Weary does not even begin to describe my state. I am simply tired of struggling here to no end, and I do not think that there is a miracle coming this time. I do not wish for more toil, I do not wish for more responsibility to fall upon my shoulders, and in my heart, I have surrendered to the mystery of the wilds. I am simply, deeply, tired of it all. I hear it now, too. The call of the wild roars in my ears, and it beckons to me. I am finally beginning to understand, perhaps, what those missing people must have felt. I think I may answer it. Faisal’s Journal Entry - 09/03/2019: No no no. C’mon. There’s one last entry. There’s gotta be some answer there. It can’t end like this. Please. Lewis’s Journal, Entry 7: On 03/08/2020, Setiawan’s team decrypted the last entry in Lewis’s journal, dated to July 18th, 1930. Tehipite Dome is the king of peaks in the valley. The largest dome in all of the Sierras, it rises high above its peers, even lonelier than the Hermit. Its splendor is plain, and it does not bow to the valley below. Tehipite Dome, 1930 I know in my heart that it ends there. Perhaps I may find some answers. Or perhaps I may finally rest. To Josephine and William: I am sorry. I shall miss you terribly. Theodore Lewis and his family I cannot persevere any longer. SCP-6030-1 Incident Beta: On 03/09/2020, it was discovered that Faisal Setiawan had booked an unauthorized flight to Kings Canyon National Park. Additionally, Setiawan had made an illegal equipment requisition request for a set of reality-anchored camera equipment and a neurological link that would enable recording video from his mental perspective, transmitted to a reality-anchored drop site. Three days later, the following transmission was received at the linked drop site, consisting of a single 34 minute video recording from Setiawan’s own experience. The transcript of this recording is included below. The recording begins. Setiawan is hiking through Paradise Valley, the first site that Theodore Lewis visited when he arrived at the park. The sky overhead is free of clouds, and the trail is empty of people. Setiawan: It’s beautiful. It really is. The pictures Lewis took, they just don’t quite do it justice. Setiawan abruptly takes a step off the path, and begins heading into the wilderness beyond. He approaches a series of rocks that lead upwards, past the valley and into the mountains. Setiawan begins climbing, using his hands and feet to find sure footing as he ascends higher up the rocks. The sound of his exertions become audible as he continues to climb for the better part of 20 minutes. Pulling himself up over a cliff, he finds himself in a small clearing atop the rocks. There are flowers in full bloom around him, growing out of the rocks and cliffs themselves, including lavender, monkshood, lilies, and other varieties of mountain flowers. The sky has turned to colors of purple, red, and gold, as Setiawan pauses for a moment at the edge of the cliff, peering out towards the horizon where the sun has begun to set. Setiawan: It truly is spectacular. Unidentified voice: It is. Setiawan turns, to see a woman of Southeast Asian descent, wearing a set of mountaineer’s equipment, walk towards him. The woman seats herself next to Setiawan on the ledge, and they look out at the horizon together for a few moments. Setiawan sighs. Setiawan: I’m tired. So, so tired. It was just too much. Unidentified voice: Shh, shh, I know. You did your best. I’m so proud of you. Setiawan: Really? Unidentified voice: Really. The pair continue to watch as the sun dips lower, finally setting and beginning to cast the valley below into a twilight glow. The two sit quietly for a while longer until only the last few rays of the sun are still visible over the horizon, dimly lighting a thin patch of the sky a final streak of reddish-purple. Setiawan: I…think I’m ready to go home now. Unidentified voice: Then let’s go together. The feed ends. Faisal Setiawan was reclassified as Missing in Action, pending retrieval. Close Additional Documentation Footnotes 1. Such events have been dubbed “Daltu mergers.” 2. A famous ultra-long distance trail spanning from Canada to Mexico. 3. A Foundation precursor organization, which merged with a number of other paranormal organizations to form the modern day Foundation 4. Original name of Kings Canyon National Park, until it was given its current name in 1940. 5. Lewis identified these as common threads between his missing persons, but current evidence is skeptical as to how significant these factors are in the present day. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6030" by weizhong, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6030. Licensed under CC-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: middle-forks.jpg Name: View down Middle Fork Kings River Canyon below Tehipite Valley. Author: National Park Service, Jim Carson License: Public Domain Source Link: SEKI Digital Archives Filename: falls.jpg Name: Misc. Falls, Silver Spray Falls. Author: National Park Service, John Palmer License: Public Domain Source Link: SEKI Digital Archives Filename: tehipite.jpg Name: Tehipite Dome, Tehipite Valley Author: National Park Service License: Public Domain Source Link: SEKI Digital Archives Filename: kings-canyon-scale.png Name: Kings Canyon Author: weizhong License: CC By SA 3.0 Source Link: Personal photograph Filename: cedar.jpg Name: Cedar Grove, Looking down canyon from Bubbs Creek trail, Glaciated Canyons, Grand Sentinel (left), North Dome (right). Author: National Park Service, Wayne Bryant License: Public Domain Source Link: SEKI Digital Archives Filename: hermit.jpg Name: The Hermit from Darwin Bench. 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SCP-6030 | uncontained | close Info X SCP-6030: Into The Wild Author: weizhong + More articles by weizhong - Hide list SCPs SCP-2006 Rating: 2007 SCP-2950 Rating: 866 SCP-2599 Rating: 849 SCP-2800 Rating: 583 SCP-3200 Rating: 539 SCP-4007 Rating: 418 SCP-2750 Rating: 312 SCP-2201 Rating: 241 SCP-2101 Rating: 222 SCP-2050 Rating: 213 SCP-2440 Rating: 199 SCP-2301 Rating: 180 SCP-1842 Rating: 178 SCP-2012 Rating: 170 SCP-2499 Rating: 166 SCP-1644 Rating: 166 SCP-2775 Rating: 147 SCP-2925 Rating: 137 SCP-1758 Rating: 136 SCP-972 Rating: 126 SCP-7030 Rating: 125 SCP-314-J Rating: 99 SCP-2625 Rating: 96 SCP-2588 Rating: 92 SCP-6030 Rating: 89 SCP-5725 Rating: 81 SCP-2896 Rating: 63 SCP-5975 Rating: 54 + All Tales by weizhong - Hide list Tales The Meaning of Fear Rating: 255 Right? 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All persons found crossing into high-risk zones are to be detained and questioned for potential SCP-6030-1 status. Containment Team Zeta-453 has been tasked with permanent monitoring duty for identifying potential SCP-6030-1 instances and quarantining them for further treatment. In the event of a completed Daltu merger, all efforts should be made to scrub evidence of missing persons from public record. Body reconstruction efforts for former SCP-6030-1 instances are to be commenced where possible. Foundation personnel suspected of SCP-6030-1 presence are to be immediately quarantined for further investigation, followed by the standard battery of medications pre-cleared for SCP-6030 use. Description: SCP-6030 is a recurring temporospatial phenomenon found in regions of Kings Canyon National Park, located in California, USA. When certain individuals (designated as SCP-6030-1 instances) enter SCP-6030 zones, they disappear from local reality after an indeterminate amount of time and become unrecoverable.1 SCP-6030 zones do not persist following a Daltu merger, and do not appear in consistent locations, though some areas have been noted to be particularly susceptible to SCP-6030 instantiation. Additionally, for non-SCP-6030-1 instances, SCP-6030 is visually and physically indistinguishable from non-anomalous regions of Kings Canyon National Park, making them difficult to identify. This combination of events leads to most SCP-6030 zones being designated as such ex post facto. SCP-6030 appears differently to each SCP-6030-1 instance. To date, there has been no identifiable pattern in SCP-6030 visual appearances, nor are there causal links between said appearances and SCP-6030-1 instances. The reason behind this variability is currently unknown. SCP-6030-1 instances are distinguished by two defining features. Firstly, such individuals are the only ones capable of both perceiving SCP-6030 and succumbing to its disappearance effect following a Daltu merger. Secondly, all affected individuals display a powerful urge to travel to Kings Canyon National Park in order to complete a Daltu merger. Administration of amnestics, anti-compulsive medication therapy, and other anti-memetics have proven effective in temporarily reducing this urge, but individuals who cease treatment often experience relapses. Fundamentally, the mechanism of generation for SCP-6030-1 is currently unknown; as of yet, no evidence has been conclusively linked to potential risk factors for SCP-6030-1 presence. Moreover, as there are no other distinguishing factors for SCP-6030-1 presence, correctly identifying anomalous presence has been a persistent challenge. Ongoing research efforts into prophylactic measures and other early-screening methods have yielded inconclusive results. Sample List of SCP-6030 Appearances: The following is an abbreviated list of SCP-6030 visualizations, as reported by individuals whom the Foundation was able to apprehend prior to Daltu merger. The full list is available upon request. Subject Subject Information SCP-6030 Location and Appearance Subject 36 38 years old, Arab descent, male. Subject had no prior outdoors experience, and had traveled from New York City to Kings Canyon after an abrupt disappearance from his job as a software engineer. Unmarried, no children. Anomaly manifested roughly 500 feet off the trail leading through Zumwalt Meadow. Subject described the entirety of the meadow as having been replaced by a collection of featureless skyscrapers with numerous doors. The subject reported hearing a “comforting voice” that he attempted to follow, though he was unable to find the source prior to Foundation interception. Subject 85 84 years old, African-American, male. Subject had traveled extensively in his youth as a military veteran, but was largely confined to a wheelchair following a stroke. Convinced members of his extended family to take him to Kings Canyon as part of a family vacation. Anomaly manifested outside of the Giant Tree Museum at the base of the Sentinel Tree, a large, partially burned out sequoia tree with an open view of its interior. Subject reported that the sky darkened to a twilight shade, despite the event occurring during the morning. The interior of the tree was covered with a thick layer of red poppy flowers, which gave off an "inviting" scent. Subject was restrained by his family, and questioned by Foundation staff embedded at park medical services. Subject 152 42 years old, Caucasian, female. Subject had extensive outdoors experience, and was an experienced mountaineer and thru-hiker who was midway through hiking the length of the Pacific Crest Trail.2 Divorced, no children. Anomaly manifested along Mather Pass, in the backcountry section of the park to the east. Subject wandered off the trail for nearly 23 miles through extremely difficult terrain before being flagged as missing by a fellow hiking companion. Wilderness rescue personnel found the subject after she had collapsed from a combination of dehydration and heat exhaustion. The subject reported that her surroundings consisted of thick, grassy vegetation that obscured her vision, despite the rocky and nearly bare consistency of Mather Pass. Furthermore, the subject stated that she felt as though she was being followed by an unknown entity, leading her to flee towards the direction of shelter, though she could not identify how she knew where the aforementioned shelter was. No further explanation was given. History: The first documented case of SCP-6030 was recorded in 1929 by Theodore Lewis, an undercover American Secure Containment Initiative3 agent embedded within the United States National Park Service. Lewis served as the lead investigator for a series of missing persons cases that terminated at Kings Canyon National Park, and journaled extensively about his progress. Review of these efforts led to their retroactive designation as the first known instance of SCP-6030, though it is believed that the anomaly itself predates Lewis’s research. Drawing upon his experience in the American military, Lewis wrote entries in his journal in a series of increasingly complex ciphers. While initial entries were written with simple substitution and transposition ciphers, later entries introduced Vigenère and Polybius Square ciphers along with other more difficult to decode tactics. The last entries of his journal utilized highly complicated anomalo-ciphers using asymmetric ontological keys, spectral ciphers, and other novel techniques that are still classified pending further review. It is unknown how Lewis obtained knowledge of these methods. Foundation cryptanalysis efforts were unable to decode Lewis’s final entries until a breakthrough in 2020 was made by a cryptographic team led by Researcher Faisal Setiawan. Setiawan compiled extensive documentation of his team’s progress concerning SCP-6030, annotated with his own personal notes. The results of this investigation are included below, in chronological order. Profile: Theodore Lewis Profile: Faisal Setiawan Theodore Lewis DOB: 05/08/1895 Occupation: Intelligence Officer, United States Military Intelligence Division, followed by National Park Service Ranger and embedded ASCI agent Biography: Theodore Lewis was born on May 8th, 1895, in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Records of his early life are scant, though Lewis himself notes in his journal that his childhood was unremarkable. By his own admission, Lewis’s enlistment in the United States Army shortly before its entry into World War I was the most impactful event of his life up to that point. Lewis displayed an aptitude for military intelligence and investigative research, leading to his recruitment by the Military Intelligence Division (MID). Lewis was dispatched on military reconnaissance missions during the Third Battle of Aisne, and later during the Meuse-Argonne Offensive, which, in his own words, "proved to be formative experiences." This would later result in his recommendation to the ASCI as a post-war operative specializing in investigative work and reconnaissance. While he served in a number of different postings, his last and most important one was as a National Park Ranger at Kings Canyon National Park, where he discovered SCP-6030 while tracking a missing persons case in 1929. Lewis would work on researching SCP-6030 up until his own disappearance in the summer of 1930. His documentation of SCP-6030 remained unknown until 1976, when his journal and other work was discovered in legacy archives that had been improperly categorized during the Foundation merger with the ASCI. While Lewis's first entries were rapidly decoded, his remaining work became something of an open challenge for aspiring Foundation cryptanalysts until the last sequence of entries was fully decrypted by the aforementioned team led by Faisal Setiawan. Lewis with ASCI supervisor, Thomas Middleton. DOB: 08/02/1984 Occupation: Foundation Level 3 Researcher, specializing in cryptanalysis, machine learning, and data science Biography: Faisal Setiawan was born on August 2nd, 1984 in Daly City, California. After graduating from Stanford University with a degree in mathematical and computer science, Setiawan worked in a number of early machine learning applications in infosecurity and cryptography. He was later recruited by the Foundation as a cryptographic researcher, specializing in anomalous cryptanalysis. Setiawan received two promotions prior to his assignment on SCP-6030. Coworkers and managers described Setiawan as diligent, hard-working, and polite, but noted that he largely kept to himself outside of work. Setiawan did not actively attend most work social events, and was considered to be somewhat of an outsider, even within the relatively small cryptanalysis department. Nonetheless, Setiawan proved to be a talented researcher and cryptographer. After receiving several commendations for past work, Setiawan led a team that dedicated itself to fully decrypting Theodore Lewis’s work on SCP-6030, which they successfully completed in 2020. Lewis’s Journal, Entry 1: The following is a decrypted version of Lewis’s first journal entry, dated to May 3rd, 1929, when he first arrived in King’s Canyon. I arrived in General Grant National Park today.4 I am of the opinion that there is no sight more majestic, more magnificent than what God has seen fit to give us here. Unlike Yosemite to the north, the park is as of yet untouched by the ravages of picnickers and weekend tourists from the rest of California, giving it a kind of purity that I admire. I spent most of the day walking around the base of what has come to be known as “Paradise Valley.” The valley is nothing short of breathtaking, and a more apt name could not be found. At times I found myself simply stopping to gaze at the view, which I have included a photograph of. Paradise Valley, 1929 Josephine quite likes the weather here as well. She and the baby are settling in as I write this entry. I'm not sure that baby William enjoys the environment as much, however; he gave his mother quite a headache as he would not stop wailing the entire day. Josephine has done an admirable job calming him down, however, and for now, peace is restored to the valley. With regards to the case, I have liaised with the local authorities concerning the disappearances, and have attempted to make headway on the last known sightings of the various missing persons. Tomorrow, I plan on personally visiting the relevant areas to see if I can sniff out any other relevant details. Faisal’s Notes: 03/12/2018 First entry of interest in Lewis’s journal that directly mentions SCP-6030, but it’s also the first one where he changes up his entry format. Up to this point, Lewis has mostly written his entries in a fairly basic substitution cipher. Not unexpected, considering the low sophistication of most ciphers of that period. What’s interesting here though, is that Lewis introduced a more complicated substitution into this entry. Why exactly did he do that? Not sure we’ll ever get a clear answer, but it’s definitely odd considering he didn’t comment on it anywhere else. Lewis was a pretty avid photographer evidently, which is doubly impressive considering the equipment they had to lug around in those days. Not sure if the photos themselves mean much, but it’s impressive that they’ve even managed to survive this long. Makes you wonder how much the place has changed since then. …I should probably be focusing on the decryption efforts rather than digging through old history. It’d be nice to mull over these entries a bit more, but the rest of the team is already focused on cracking the later ones. I don’t blame them, considering that these entries are pretty basic, but I do think it’s good to get a sense for where Lewis must have been coming from. Lewis’s Journal, Entry 2: Lewis’s next relevant journal entry, dated to May 4th, 1929, the day after the first entry. The climb to Silver Spray Falls takes one to the highest peaks of the Tehipite Valley. Although strenuous and long, I find that the hidden gems to be discovered in these corners of the mountains to be some of the most rewarding. Silver Spray Falls, 1929 On a more somber note, these falls were the last known sighting of two of our missing persons. One, an older gentleman from Marin, who had retired from his profession as a carpenter some years ago, and the second, a young man from over the border in Nevada who was working as a miner. By all appearances, the two men shared almost nothing in common, not their age, profession, even race or religion. And yet, both men were spotted here last by two different groups of hikers, three weeks apart. My instinct tells me that such a thing is not a coincidence. Could it be that both men slipped and fell over these selfsame cliffs that I was just admiring, plunging to their deaths? Did they perhaps share a hidden calling that others were not privy to? Or was it, indeed, a mere coincidence? After investigating the area, I can find no sign of tracks, disturbed passage, or natural disaster that could have caused two men to disappear into the woods. Not even a body to speak of, or any evidence of where one might have been. There are, as of yet, still a few more sites to investigate, and a stack of reports to pore over. I hope that I can make some more headway into them before I retire for the evening with Josephine. Still much more to be done. Lewis’s Journal, Entry 3: Lewis’s next relevant journal entry, dated to July 10th, 1929. Below Silver Spray Falls lies the expanse of the Tehipite Valley. Although not technically part of General Grant Park, it is a sister to the Paradise Valley, and is none the lesser in terms of stature, beauty, and quiet reverence. Tracing the path of the water down to this valley below takes one through a journey of quiet birds, grazing mountain goats, and idyllic peace. Tehipite Valley, 1929 It is a shame that such a peaceful place would be home to such tragedy as this. Days of searching, poring through every inch of the terrain with an army of volunteers, and yet, nothing. If these men and women had simply died due to some tragic mishap, we would still find some evidence of their passing. A body, gnawed on bones, shreds of clothing, even a bit of trash from their passage. And yet, not a speck to be found. It is as if they simply…vanished. In my studies of the paranormal, I have found many strange occurrences that led to disappearances, but none that seem so…random. Many people travel through these areas, but it seems as though individuals are picked off as if by a whim, suddenly disappearing into the aether with no trace left behind. How is one to conduct an investigation with no clues? I digress. There are still profiles on the victims to consider….though with our count now up to almost a dozen individuals suspected of disappearing, the task grows more daunting. Nonetheless, we must persevere. Faisal’s Notes: 05/15/2018 I like to think that the photos he left in these entries gives a sense for what he must have been seeing when he was in Kings Canyon, poring through the same mystery that we’re still hunting through all these years later. It’s kind of reassuring in a way-two generations of Foundation researchers, united in the same task…or perhaps a bit depressing that we still haven’t figured out the secret even after all this time. O5 Command certainly thinks so, because they've started to ask us for updates concerning the project. I've never had to directly deal with any administrators before, so to say that the stress level has been ramped up would be a huge understatement… Still, the angles of attack that we’re taking on these new entries are promising. Still waiting for the algorithms to crunch through the data set, but the team is excited about what we might find. While they’re waiting on the results, I’ve been re-reading these entries. Trying to get a sense for what Lewis might have figured out that we haven’t yet. You never know what we might dig up while reading through old history. While reading through some other logs, I read that the official count for SCP-6030 Daltu mergers is recorded at 435, but they estimate that it’s a gross undercount based on how difficult it is to actually track this thing. In the grand scheme of things, as horrible as it sounds, that’s…not that bad? Considering how long we’ve known about it, that is. It’s weird. 6030 isn’t the most devastating anomaly we have in the catalogue by a long shot, it isn’t the most widespread, and it isn’t the most deadly either. But something about these people disappearing in Kings Canyon for the better part of a century (if not longer) for no reason just…frustrates me. I understand how Lewis must have felt. The complete lack of clues is almost infuriating in a way. Like it’s taunting us for how little we actually understand about it. Maybe I should take a nap… Lewis’s Journal, Entry 5: Lewis’s next relevant journal entry, dated to October 24th, 1929. In the far eastern reaches of the park lies a sweeping mountain range, the southernmost echoes of the mighty Sierra Nevada mountains, which themselves are children of the towering Rocky Mountains. The Hermit rises above its brethren to dominate the skyline here, ascetic-like in its isolation as it meditates alone. The Hermit, 1929 Quiet meditation has been on my mind as of late. We are now up to at least two dozen disappearances, if not more. Our current expedition to the Hermit was in search of more clues that may have been disturbed in the more populated segments of the park. And yet, despite all of our searching, nothing physical manifests. There are still no signs of anything out of the ordinary. If there is something to see with this anomaly, then we are simply blind to it. In the evenings, when I have time away from Josephine and the baby, I scan the profiles compiled about our missing persons. This, so far, has been our only breakthrough. While at first, I believed there to be little in common between our disappearances, I have begun to identify a few common threads that may be of value.5 Missing individuals tend to be older, though the youngest we have identified was merely 20. Most of them are unmarried, widowed, or otherwise divorced. Prior familiarity with the park is not a factor. Most have never traveled here before. The evidence is, as of yet, meagre. I continue to work to find the strands that connect these cases, but I must admit that it’s beginning to take a toll on me. I feel myself growing somewhat haggard from the strain, and my sleep has been poor. I know that Josephine worries after me, though I say nothing. Nonetheless, we must persevere. It frustrates me. I began my search here in pursuit of recovering those who had been lost, and yet it seems that we are no closer to that end than when I started. As a man who prides himself on truth finding it is…more than a little demoralizing. I had hoped that our excursion would help at least to assuage some of my own thoughts concerning the investigation, but it has only inflamed an even greater desire within me to figure out the mystery of the park. I am so very tired. And yet, we must persevere. Faisal’s Notes: 09/14/2018 This is the last entry that was decoded before our team began its work. The final stopping point of knowledge that we inherited from Lewis for more or less the last quarter century, even though there are still so many more pages to go. Our last few attacks on the entries didn’t work. We thought we had something promising through a list of different symmetric attacks, but it ended up empty. I’m still in awe at the complexity of the ciphers that Lewis employed after this log-most of this stuff is pretty advanced for today’s standards, and Lewis didn’t have the advantage of a computer to write them for him. The last few entries are…daunting to say the least. The ones we’re working on now at least have some recognizable patterns to them, but the last few start dipping into anomalous territory that will require some really crazy stuff. It doesn’t help that the other teams attached to the project are really breathing down our necks. We’ve got O5 Command asking for updates every week now, but we don’t really have much to show them. I can’t help but echo Lewis here again. It’s immensely annoying, not being able to figure out much. What makes people pack up their things, quit their jobs, and disappear into the woods? Lewis seems to have thought it was something to do with their current status…but I’m not too sure of that considering the things we’ve been digging up as of late. Not so easy to find those patterns anymore, kind of like the patterns that Lewis himself left for us. Frankly, the team is exhausted at this point. It feels like a never-ending cycle for the entire SCP-6030 team. We grind on this work all day long, sitting in front of our computers, waging a battle that isn’t giving us much. It’s a lot to handle. It just feels unrewarding at times. I’m getting a sense for how Lewis must have felt, working on this more or less alone. There’s gotta be more to it. You don’t just write a dozen more entries after this and hide it behind twenty layers of ciphertext unless you have something worth hiding. I’m tired too, Lewis. But I have to keep moving. I won’t be able to sleep unless I figure it out. LEVEL 4/6030 CLEARANCE REQUIRED AHEAD The file you are attempting to access is restricted to personnel with Level 4/6030 clearance only. Please do not attempt to open the following documentation without approved clearance. Open Additional Documentation: SCP-6030 Close Additional Documentation Lewis’s Journal, Entry 6: On 12/08/2018, Setiawan’s team decrypted the first new entry of Lewis’s journal in over 12 years. The following is the entirety of the entry, dated to January 4th, 1930, some 3 months after his last decoded entry. The barrier between General Grant and Sequoia Park to the south is a mighty stretch of mountains called the Great Western Divide. The divide soars well over ten thousand feet into the air, effectively cleaving these two ancient parks in twain, never to meet. A nearly impassable fortress for all but the most prepared of travelers, it serves as a reminder of the walls that God himself constructed. Beautiful, but inhospitable. Barren. Bleak. The Great Western Divide, 1930 And yet, all of that seemed to matter little to the man we discovered stumbling across its great slopes today. Half mad, clothes worn ragged, and carrying almost no provisions, this man was attempting to cross over from Sequoia to this side of the park for no discernible reason. After stopping him, we attempted to treat him for heat exhaustion and dehydration when he began ranting and raving while I tried to give him water. He claimed that he saw…something. I do not know what it was, but it seemed to cause him great anxiety. He thrashed violently as my men tried to restrain him, to calm him down, to reassure him that he was safe. This lasted for a few minutes, until he finally began to relax, heart thumping away all the while, a sheen of sweat on his face. Then, he began murmuring in a low voice, one that I strained to hear. I recorded a few of the sentences here, though I have no understanding of what they could have meant, and to whom they might have been addressed, as he did not answer any of the questions we asked. “I’m not ready.” “Are you sure?” “I’m just sick of fighting.” “I understand.” Then, he faded. To be clear, I do not mean some sort of euphemism for dying. I mean that the man began fading away from view in my very arms, and after the course of a few moments, was gone entirely. Not invisible. Not dead. Simply…gone. Here one moment, and then entirely gone the next. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t deeply shaken by the incident. As I sit here writing, I have been unable to sleep, though Josephine called me to bed hours ago. The obvious question is, of course, if this could happen to myself as well…or worse, Josephine and William. I do not know. The more I study, the less convinced I am that I will know. There are simply too many questions, and no answers. At times like this, I begin to doubt if we are even meant to know the answer. Did God devise questions for us that were not meant to be solved? For now, I persevere. That is all I can do. Faisal’s Notes: 12/08/2018 I can’t believe it. People have been trying to crack some of these entries for longer than I’ve been alive, and we finally made some headway. It’s incredible. We could write whole papers, plural, on the work we’ve already done here. O5 is happier than they were before, even if they’re still harassing us every other day. So then why don’t I feel like it was very satisfying? We decrypted a nearly impossible sequence, and things look good for the next few entries, and yet…it’s not as exciting as I thought it would be. I was tasked with solving the cryptographic challenges, but somewhere along the way, I think I became more engrossed in the larger mystery. It was exciting to find out that Lewis himself had actually seen a Daltu merger happening in real time, but to hear that he couldn’t figure out much more beyond that is demoralizing. I was hoping that there would be more answers there, I suppose. Still a few more entries to go. Have to keep pushing. SCP-6030-1 Incident Alpha: On 3/15/2019, a member of the SCP-6030 cryptographic team was flagged for potential SCP-6030-1 presence after unauthorized purchases of flight tickets to Kings Canyon National Park were discovered on a personal computer. As group leader, Faisal Setiawan was tasked with interviewing the subject. Camera feed starts. Subject is seated at an interview table in a secure interrogation room, handcuffed. Setiawan enters the room, and sits down across from her, carrying a manila envelope. Subject: Faisal. Setiawan: Allison. Subject: You look tired, Faisal. Setiawan: You’re not looking much better yourself. Subject: C’mon Faisal. No one’s shouldering more of the load than you are these days. Setiawan: We’re all under a lot of stress. Lot of pressure to figure out what’s going on here, especially from O5 and other higher ups. I’m the group leader, so I’ve just got to shoulder a bit more than the rest of you. Subject: You ever wonder why? Setiawan: Why what? Subject: Why the Foundation cares so much about this thing. Setiawan: You mean a disappearing set of people in a high profile national park? What are you talking about? Of course the Foundation cares. Subject: A few dozen a year, max, Faisal. Yes, it’s a tragedy, and yes, it’s a big mystery. But c’mon. Almost two thousand people disappear into the woods each year in the United States and nobody bats an eye. Why so much fuss about this thing? Why all the teams and the research? Setiawan: Allison, c’mon- Subject: Because it’s a black eye. We all know it. It’s absurd how many resources we’ve poured into this thing, but we do it because it’s an affront to our pride. That we have all this money, power, and knowledge, but we still can’t figure out why people choose to disappear in Kings Canyon. It’s annoying because of how easy it should be. You ever wonder what they must have tried in higher levels of clearance that we haven’t even seen? I’ve read your notes, Faisal. I know you feel the same way. Setiawan: …what’s your point? Subject: I’m just…tired. Really tired, Faisal. It’s just exhausting coming in here every day and pouring our soul into our work for almost no gain. It just leaves you…empty inside. At some point it just becomes too much. When does it end? Setiawan: When we figure it out. Subject: And what happens if we can’t- Setiawan: That’s not how we do things, Allison. Our entire job is to figure things out. We don’t accept that for an answer. Just what were you hoping to accomplish by going there, anyway? Subject: I just…I just wanted to see what it was like. You know I’ve never been to Kings Canyon? Even before I started on this project. Before they banned us. Setiawan: I know. Subject: It’s calling to me. The wild. It’s telling me that there’s something there for me. That I can go and be free of all this. The toil. The grind. I can just…disappear. Not have to worry about it all anymore. I don’t have to struggle like I’ve been doing. Setiawan: Can you explain that more? Subject: No. Honestly, no. I don’t think you would understand. I don’t think you could understand. And it’s not a compulsion either. I want to do this. Setiawan: How do I know that? Subject: Run the scans. Do the neuro profile. You know I’m telling the truth. There’s nothing forcing me into this. I just want to be done. Subject pauses for a few moments. Subject: So where does that leave us? Setiawan: You know the procedure. We amnesticize you, put you on medication, and send you back to work. Subject: I understand. I- Subject begins crying. Setiawan extends a hand, and places it on hers. Setiawan: I’m sorry. Following this incident, the subject was remanded to psychiatric care for SCP-6030-1 instances. After three months of treatment, the subject returned to active work on SCP-6030. Faisal’s Journal Entry - 07/13/2019: The following journal entry was logged in Faisal Setiawan’s personal journal, separately from his regular SCP-6030 documentation. It has been included here for its relevance to SCP-6030. Allison’s words have been on my mind for a while now. They kept me up at night, so much so that I just couldn’t let it rest. I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. When does it end? How much do we really know? So I did some digging into things I probably shouldn’t have. Level 4 documentation on SCP-6030. I just needed to see if there was something that we were missing at our level. There was pretty rigorous security on the docs but…well…when you’ve been spending the last year plus on decrypting advanced anomalo-security measures that no one’s ever seen before, suddenly the memetic kill agents aren’t quite as daunting. And waduh, the things that we didn’t even know were going on. Did you know that we have a cloning machine? I sure as hell didn’t. Apparently it’s been used to bring back people who’ve died, and it works perfectly, over and over again…except for SCP-6030. They tried using it on someone who went missing in the park and…nothing. Brought back a warm body, but it’s like they were in a coma. Couldn’t be woken up. No life behind their eyes, just a persistent vegetative state. That sent the higher ups into a tailspin apparently. They tried everything to see how they could recover people who went in and didn’t come out. None of them worked. Finally, they tried some really crazy stuff, things that I barely understand. Something about ontological signatures, which, from what I gather, are some kind of metaphysical profile that’s unique to an individual. It persists even after they die, because they still left an imprint on reality, and could, maybe, be recovered with something like SCP-2000. This goes doubly so for people who are teleported to other dimensions or adjacent realities. Except, and say it with me this time, for SCP-6030. They tried tracing the ontological signature of an agent who disappeared, to see if they had been shunted over to some other dimension or reality. Maybe they were just lost somewhere else? But after running the trace algorithm, they found that it had disappeared. Which means that people who disappear into the wild aren’t dying or being teleported-they’re literally being erased from local reality. What the fuck! Apparently that really made shit hit the wall, which is right when they pulled my team in to do some more work on the cryptographic side. Might as well see if anyone else figured anything out right? When you start working here, I feel like there’s an understanding that someone has the answers. Maybe you’re just not the right clearance level for getting the full picture, or at least you can work on deducing a little bit of the puzzle. To find out that the higher ups with full clearance are just as clueless as we are is…terrifying, to put it mildly. Just what the hell is going on here? Lewis’s Journal, Entry 6: On 09/02/2019, Setiawan’s team decrypted the next relevant entry for SCP-6030 in Lewis’s journal, dated to May 3rd, 1930. From the heights of the high Glaciated Canyons, looking down between the Grand Sentinel and North Dome peaks, one sees the mighty Cedar Grove, dwelling in the shade of these titanic mountains. Hidden here, nestled in the shadow of two great walls, the cedars have escaped the wrath of hungry loggers looking to feed the never-ending appetite for new homes in California. Cedar Grove, 1930 I wish that it were possible for me to hide as they do, living a peaceful life away from prying eyes and predatory lumbermen. How beautiful and simple their life must be, soaking up the endless rays of God’s sun, free from any care or concern. I am not so lucky. I am burdened with the knowledge of what I have done, what I must do, and what little I have accomplished during this investigation. It has been exactly one year since I arrived in this park, and I have precious little to show for it other than an increasing count of missing persons, a tremendous toll on my health, and a family whom I almost never have time to see. There is, simply put, no end in sight. During the war, I found myself trapped in a trench with a group of other men. It had been days, if not weeks of ceaseless bombardments overhead, with back and forth motion along the trenches as was common for the conflict. We had pushed and pushed, and pushed, trying to keep advancing onwards, never stopping, always persevering. And yet, as we huddled there in the trench, trying our best to stay low, to avoid notice, to simply survive, I felt nothing but a deep, all-consuming weariness. No fire, no desire to keep moving. Simply weariness. It felt as though we had nothing to show for all our work. Thousands had perished, pushing back and forth for scarcely a few dozen miles of terrain, when all was said and done. And it never, ever, stopped. We were simply stuck in this great war, cogs in a much vaster war machine than we could conceive of. There was naught else to do but to keep struggling, but at that moment, as mortar shells fell around us, I simply wanted to give up. It pains me to say it, looking back. I felt like less of a man for the thought. But it was the truth. I was simply beyond struggling. I simply could not muster the strength to keep going. And I was ready to surrender, seeing as there was little end in sight. But then, a miracle. The shelling stopped. The war was over, we were told. A higher power than us men in the trenches had decided that we could cease. We could finally rest. We were done. We could go home. As I sit here, watching the view over this ancient grove, I am struck by the same feeling I had, deep in those trenches, when all I wanted was to be finished. Weary does not even begin to describe my state. I am simply tired of struggling here to no end, and I do not think that there is a miracle coming this time. I do not wish for more toil, I do not wish for more responsibility to fall upon my shoulders, and in my heart, I have surrendered to the mystery of the wilds. I am simply, deeply, tired of it all. I hear it now, too. The call of the wild roars in my ears, and it beckons to me. I am finally beginning to understand, perhaps, what those missing people must have felt. I think I may answer it. Faisal’s Journal Entry - 09/03/2019: No no no. C’mon. There’s one last entry. There’s gotta be some answer there. It can’t end like this. Please. Lewis’s Journal, Entry 7: On 03/08/2020, Setiawan’s team decrypted the last entry in Lewis’s journal, dated to July 18th, 1930. Tehipite Dome is the king of peaks in the valley. The largest dome in all of the Sierras, it rises high above its peers, even lonelier than the Hermit. Its splendor is plain, and it does not bow to the valley below. Tehipite Dome, 1930 I know in my heart that it ends there. Perhaps I may find some answers. Or perhaps I may finally rest. To Josephine and William: I am sorry. I shall miss you terribly. Theodore Lewis and his family I cannot persevere any longer. SCP-6030-1 Incident Beta: On 03/09/2020, it was discovered that Faisal Setiawan had booked an unauthorized flight to Kings Canyon National Park. Additionally, Setiawan had made an illegal equipment requisition request for a set of reality-anchored camera equipment and a neurological link that would enable recording video from his mental perspective, transmitted to a reality-anchored drop site. Three days later, the following transmission was received at the linked drop site, consisting of a single 34 minute video recording from Setiawan’s own experience. The transcript of this recording is included below. The recording begins. Setiawan is hiking through Paradise Valley, the first site that Theodore Lewis visited when he arrived at the park. The sky overhead is free of clouds, and the trail is empty of people. Setiawan: It’s beautiful. It really is. The pictures Lewis took, they just don’t quite do it justice. Setiawan abruptly takes a step off the path, and begins heading into the wilderness beyond. He approaches a series of rocks that lead upwards, past the valley and into the mountains. Setiawan begins climbing, using his hands and feet to find sure footing as he ascends higher up the rocks. The sound of his exertions become audible as he continues to climb for the better part of 20 minutes. Pulling himself up over a cliff, he finds himself in a small clearing atop the rocks. There are flowers in full bloom around him, growing out of the rocks and cliffs themselves, including lavender, monkshood, lilies, and other varieties of mountain flowers. The sky has turned to colors of purple, red, and gold, as Setiawan pauses for a moment at the edge of the cliff, peering out towards the horizon where the sun has begun to set. Setiawan: It truly is spectacular. Unidentified voice: It is. Setiawan turns, to see a woman of Southeast Asian descent, wearing a set of mountaineer’s equipment, walk towards him. The woman seats herself next to Setiawan on the ledge, and they look out at the horizon together for a few moments. Setiawan sighs. Setiawan: I’m tired. So, so tired. It was just too much. Unidentified voice: Shh, shh, I know. You did your best. I’m so proud of you. Setiawan: Really? Unidentified voice: Really. The pair continue to watch as the sun dips lower, finally setting and beginning to cast the valley below into a twilight glow. The two sit quietly for a while longer until only the last few rays of the sun are still visible over the horizon, dimly lighting a thin patch of the sky a final streak of reddish-purple. Setiawan: I…think I’m ready to go home now. Unidentified voice: Then let’s go together. The feed ends. Faisal Setiawan was reclassified as Missing in Action, pending retrieval. Close Additional Documentation Footnotes 1. Such events have been dubbed “Daltu mergers.” 2. A famous ultra-long distance trail spanning from Canada to Mexico. 3. A Foundation precursor organization, which merged with a number of other paranormal organizations to form the modern day Foundation 4. Original name of Kings Canyon National Park, until it was given its current name in 1940. 5. Lewis identified these as common threads between his missing persons, but current evidence is skeptical as to how significant these factors are in the present day. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6030" by weizhong, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6030. Licensed under CC-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: middle-forks.jpg Name: View down Middle Fork Kings River Canyon below Tehipite Valley. Author: National Park Service, Jim Carson License: Public Domain Source Link: SEKI Digital Archives Filename: falls.jpg Name: Misc. Falls, Silver Spray Falls. Author: National Park Service, John Palmer License: Public Domain Source Link: SEKI Digital Archives Filename: tehipite.jpg Name: Tehipite Dome, Tehipite Valley Author: National Park Service License: Public Domain Source Link: SEKI Digital Archives Filename: kings-canyon-scale.png Name: Kings Canyon Author: weizhong License: CC By SA 3.0 Source Link: Personal photograph Filename: cedar.jpg Name: Cedar Grove, Looking down canyon from Bubbs Creek trail, Glaciated Canyons, Grand Sentinel (left), North Dome (right). Author: National Park Service, Wayne Bryant License: Public Domain Source Link: SEKI Digital Archives Filename: hermit.jpg Name: The Hermit from Darwin Bench. Author: National Park Service, Henry LaSala License: Public Domain Source Link: SEKI Digital Archives Filename: paradise.jpg Name: "Paradise Valley, Kings River Canyon (Proposed as a national park)," California, 1936., ca. 1936 - NARA - 519937.jpg Author: National Park Service, Ansel Adams License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Lewis-cropped.jpg Name: Unknown Author: National Park Service License: Public Domain Source Link: Yosemite National Park Facebook Page Filename: lewis-2.jpg Name: 164a.jpg Author: National Park Service, J.V. Lloyd License: Public Domain Source Link: One Hundred Years in Yosemite Filename: lewis-3.jpg Name: Washington B. "Dusty" Lewis, 1921. Author: National Park Service License: Public Domain Source Link: AC Pillsbury Foundation |
SCP-6031 | safe | Fish^12 This is my first SCP that survived. Wanna have some fun? This is my Author Page! Item #: SCP-6031 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6031 is contained in a standard Foundation container. Description: SCP-6031 is a free standing, 180 kilogram iridium wall. The surface of SCP-6031 is etched with a vaguely humanoid figure, standing on top of an obscured entity. SCP-6031 possesses the ability to vocalize via anomalous means, but this has not occurred since Incident-6031-1. Archaeological Log: SCP-6031 was initially discovered in the Chixculub Crater by the Mayans during their splinter from the Olmecs, and has since been depicted in early records in various Mesoamerican civilizations, possibly as the central object of worship. However, it has consistently gone missing, with records detailing sizable impromptu human sacrifices. Incident 6031-1: During transport, SCP-6031's shipping container was improperly rigged, causing the crane to drop it once the winch stalled. The container landed on another stack of shipping containers, causing structural damage that tilted the container outward, over the dock. Due to improper handling, the locking mechanism easily unlatched. As a result, SCP-6031 fell out of the tilted container, crushing Jeremy Filia. Subsequently, SCP-6031 began to produce the voice of an unidentified man, transcribed as follows: Seven hundred twenty thousand, nine hundred and sixty four. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6031" by Fish^12, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6031. Licensed under CC-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-6032 | neutralized | ITEM #: SCP-6032 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: NOTICE ITEM: SCP-6032 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: NOTICE SCP-6032-1 Special Containment Procedures Communication with SCP-6032-1 is strictly forbidden. Noise-canceling headphones and other sound suppressant PPE are required when working with SCP-6032 or SCP-6032-1. Failure to adhere to this will result in immediate containment. The decommissioning of SCP-6032 is considered an Alpha Level Priority. Seventy-one percent of Site-83's budget has been devoted to the elimination of Caesar Winters and uncontained instances of SCP-6032-1. MTF Lambda-5 ("Walkmen") has been given access to Class 5 artillery1 for the purpose of neutralizing the threat imposed by Winters. Additionally, strict checkpoints have been established at critical entry points to the state of New York to monitor for incoming and outgoing instances of SCP-6032-1. Foundation efforts have been disguised as an attempt to eliminate a widespread non-anomalous disease. All discovered instances are to be terminated discreetly, and the next of kin are to be informed that the individual(s) has succumbed to the disease. Requests for additional resources have been approved by the O5 Council. An aerosolized strain of Class F amnestics will be deployed across the northeastern United States following the apprehension of Caesar Winters. Description SCP-6032 prior to its destruction SCP-6032 is the designation for a model HF-12 vintage Rico audio amplifier. Despite lacking the tools necessary for radio transmission, a power outlet, or audio inputs, SCP-6032 is capable of simultaneously broadcasting to a wide variety of radio frequencies. SCP-6032 broadcasts an auditory cognitohazard in the form of a show called "The Reality Cinq", hosted by Caesar Winters. Whether Winters is the source of the cognitohazard or merely utilizing SCP-6032 to amplify its effects is unknown. SCP-6032 is largely comprised of material similar to aluminum, although it possesses durability far greater than any known metal in the expanded periodic table of elements or known alloys. Conventional neutralization efforts have proven ineffective in neutralizing SCP-6032. While it is hypothesized that the destruction of SCP-6032 will effectively neutralize all adversely affected parties, this has not been confirmed. The use of nuclear weaponry to destroy SCP-6032 is pending Ethics Committee approval. The audiocognitohazard broadcast from SCP-6032 has a 100% success rate in converting those who actively listen to it for sixty seconds into instances of SCP-6032-1. Full conversion occurs after a period of two weeks following initial contact with the audio. Noise-canceling devices have proven effective in preventing infection, however, there is no known method of eliminating SCP-6032 contaminants from the body. Caesar Winters SCP-6032-1 instances resemble non-anomalous human beings. SCP-6032 has modified their eyes, replacing their pupils with a substance resembling a "cluster of lights". Despite the apparent lack of pupils, SCP-6032-1 instances are not visually impaired in any capacity. This substance typically manifests three minutes following SCP-6032 infection. SCP-6032-1 instances show complete loyalty to Caesar Winters and will behave in accordance with his wishes even when doing so would be detrimental to their well-being. The level of devotion is directly proportional to the amount of time since infection and inversely proportional to the proximity to Winters. Once complete devotion is reached, a radio speaker grate similar to those found on non-anomalous sound amplifiers will manifest out of pre-existing organic material within the instances' body. The speaker will then ascend through SCP-6032-1's intestinal tract until it reaches the throat. At this point, the speaker will increase in size until it emerges from the throat. The bone structure will shatter to accommodate this. The speaker will continue to grow until it replaces the head. SCP-6032-1 instances do not experience pain during this event and remain ambulatory afterward. The skin of SCP-6032-1 will become reinforced with a malleable metal-like substance identical to the material present on SCP-6032. This substance has proven highly resistant to ballistic rounds, although incendiary weapons have proven effective in neutralizing the instances that have progressed to this state. Once fully converted, SCP-6032-1 instances will attempt to relocate to Winters' current location in an event called Migration by Foundation researchers. Due to Winters' nomadic behavioral patterns, Migration occurs frequently. Current Migration patterns indicate that Winters is located somewhere in the Catskill Mountains in New York State. An operation with the objective to neutralize Winters has been approved by the O5 Council. Interview Captured SCP-6032-1 Instance On July 16th, 2020, Foundation agents embedded within the Lyndhurst, New Jersey police force received multiple domestic complaints about a woman "with stars in her eyes" harassing an elderly couple in an attempt to get them to listen to a show hosted on the 101.3 PL radio station. The couple refused to listen to the woman (later discovered to be an SCP-6032-1 instance three days into its transformation), and she was taken into Foundation custody following the mention of Caesar Winters. Interviewer: Doctor Nagid Jones Interviewed: SCP-6032-1 Foreward: The following interview took place at Site-83, with Doctor Jones posing as a civilian police interrogator. <BEGIN LOG> Doctor Jones: State your name for the record, please? SCP-6032-1: Heather Lastra. Doctor Jones: Can you tell me what you were doing to those old folk, Mrs. Lastra? SCP-6032-1: Just um, like, spreading the word. You know how it is, with those Christians and all that door-to-door nonsense. Except what I'm saying is the Truth. Doctor Jones: Uh-huh. And that's all you were doing? SCP-6032-1: Yes. I don't know why I'm even here. We have freedom of speech in this country, don't we? I was just exercising my civil right. Doctor Jones: Are you aware that the um (He checks his clipboard) Pal-sons? They've gone on record saying that you were harassing them. SCP-6032-1: That's not true. Doctor Jones: We also have numerous accounts of other residents in the area filing similar complaints about your… door-to-door tactics, ma'am. SCP-6032-1: Who? Doctor Jones: They've asked to remain anonymous, for their safety. SCP-6032-1: (She shakes her head) No, no. You've got it wrong. I wasn't harassing anyone. I was informing them, trying to get them to see the reason. If they didn't understand my intentions, that's on them. Doctor Jones: Were you intending to give all these people grief and headaches? Because if you weren't, I'm having a real hard time understanding what you were going for here, ma'am. SCP-6032-1: I already told the arresting officer. Why do I need to say it again? Doctor Jones: It's for the record. SCP-6032-1: Fuck. Okay so, there's this… thing, up there. (She points upward). Way far away from our solar system, from our galaxy even. It's big, bigger than the moon. And it's coming, here. To us. Doctor Jones: What's coming? SCP-6032-1: The death of this world. And if we're not ready, we're dying right along with it. Look at the stars on the other side of the moon. You'll see what I mean. <END LOG> This SCP-6032-1 instance was taken to Site-83's humanoid containment ward for further observation. Radio Broadcast Interceptions An investigation into all local radio stations2 was launched following the apprehension of the SCP-6032-1 instance. While no radio stations were found to broadcast to 101.3 PL, there was a significant amount of recorded broadcasts present in all searched broadcasting stations. Employees were unaware of the existence of these recordings. The records were seized under the guise of eliminating an unrelated money-laundering operation. The following is a portion of the seized records. The full extent of these records is available upon request and approval from at least two Level 3 researchers. Voice analyzing tools were able to match the voices to existing civilian observation records. Individuals other than Winters on the following recordings represent call-ins to the show. Attempts to locate these individuals have been unsuccessful. TAPE #: 1 Winters: Coming to you live at 101.3 "The Reality Cinq"! I'm here with Koda Brown from Wallington, New Jersey! Koda Brown: Oh, thanks for having me on Caesar. Really happy to be here! Winters: Funny thing that, happiness. Weird right? Brown: Uh, sure man. What do you mean? Winters: Like, think about this for a second would ya. Mister… Brown: Koda. Winters: Right, Koda. Think about it. What does it mean to be happy? We know what happiness is, and we all have our definitions of that feeling. But how would we describe "happiness" to someone who's never experienced it before? Brown: It's like, eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich after a hard day at school. You just bite into it and feel… I dunno, happy. Winters: That's what happiness is, but not how we get there. Brown: I see what you mean. Winters: Do you? Do you see, Koda? Are there stars in your eyes yet? The Fourth Terror is at the edge of our solar system and the Hermetic Order of the Black Tree is no longer here to stop Her. We can finally rise to the occasion. The greatest threat to us is no more. Can you see this now? Brown: Let me check. [Silence for fifteen seconds] Brown: What the hell? [Silence for fifteen seconds] Brown: Caesar? [Laugh track] [Silence] Brown: [Chuckling] I see what you mean. TAPE #: 7 Winters: Hey there folks, thanks for tuning in to the show! We've got a Mister Fahim Nassar here with us today. Fahim Nassar: Aye, what's good, Caese? Winters: Nothing spectacular, nothing boring. How are you, Fahim? Nassar: Doing good, man. Real good. Winters: Fahim, I've got one question for you. Nassar: Lay it on me. Winters: What do you know about the final frontier? Nassar: Whatchu mean? Winters: Space, man. The five planets? The moon specifically. Do you know much about it? Nassar: Five? Don't you mean eight? Winters: Not anymore. Nassar: I mean, yeah I know about the planets and the moon. Moon controls the tides and shit. Some people claim it makes 'em all crazy. Winters: That's right. But the moon is important for one other thing. Something a little closer to home. Nassar: What's that? Winters: It's the final beacon for Her. TAPE #: 21 [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] TAPE #: 47 Winters: Here's Emma, joining us from… where are you tuning in from again? Emma Rivers: Route 17 North! Just stopped by the McDonalds on my way to work! So happy to be on the show. Winters: Well I'm happy to have you here, Emma. Tell me, do you watch the stars much? Rivers: The stars? Winters: Yeah, the stars. The ones above us, you know, in the night sky? Rivers: I suppose. Winters: Well, you're about to do that a whole lot more. I can't wait to show you and your friends everything that She has to offer. Rivers: I don't know if that's the best idea, Caesar. You're making me nervous. Winters: Am I? [Silence] [Rivers is heard taking a sip from her drink. Winters is heard chuckling softly before his laughter increases in intensity.] Winters: I'm making you nervous? Rivers: Y-yes… Winters: Why don't you take a look in the mirror real quick. Can you do that for me, Emma? [There is panicked breathing for several seconds. Rivers screams briefly before suddenly regaining composure. She sniffles for several seconds, as if trying to resist crying.] Rivers: I… it's… Winters: Beautiful. Rivers: [Sniffling] What is this? Winters: It is the ascension. She will be here soon. We have called to Her, and our calls have been answered. She has heard us. She is coming. Rivers: What happens when She gets here? Winters: Silence. TAPE #: 55 Winters: And how are things on your end, Heather? Lastra: They're wonderful, Caesar. Winters: That's good… yeah, that's really good. [Silence] Winters: Heather, what do you think about me? Like, as a person, how would you evaluate me? Am I good, bad, a little in-between? Lastra: I'd say you're a pretty good person, yeah. Winters: What about yourself? Lastra: Me? I think I'm… Well, I'd like to think I'm a good person. Winters: Good, I think so too. Lastra: Why do you ask? Winters: Heather, I have a favor to ask. Lastra: Sure. Winters: Come home. Help us prepare for Her arrival. Incident July 30th, 2020 On July 30th, 2020, the SCP-6032-1 instance contained at Site-83 attempted to breach containment through the use of several anomalies kept on-Site. <Begin Log> 13:15: Contained SCP-6032-1 instance is seen in its containment unit, speaking to the wall. What is said is unheard. Several seconds later it walks to the door leading out of its containment unit and bangs its hand on it. 13:17: Minutes later, a member of MTF Lambda-5 assigned to SCP-6032-1 instance arrives and opens the visibility latch. She attempts to pacify the instance with verbal communication. SCP-6032-1 visibly becomes agitated at the attempt and it demonstrates a stark increase in erratic behavior. 13:18: An explosion is heard elsewhere. The MTF agent closes the visibility latch and retreats to investigate. 13:25: SCP-6032-1 begins to undergo the final stage of transfiguration. The skin of the entity sloughs off in a loose pile. There is a layer of muscle present that undulates in accordance with the entity's breathing. SCP-6032-1 grabs its abdominal region and doubles over. 13:26: Metallic, armor-like plate structures emerge from SCP-6032-1's back. The shed skin is re-absorbed into SCP-6032-1's biomass. The musculature of the entity appears to grow in mass. The plate structures continue to be produced from the entity's back and relocate until they cover the entity's entire biomass. 13:28: SCP-6032-1 charges the door to its containment unit, destroying it. The entity proceeds down the corridor of East Hall 01. 13:30: SCP-6032-1 enters the anomalous item storage and removes two objects, SCP-56963 and SCP-59694. Entity exits the storage room and continues down the East Hall. 13:35: Entity is encountered by four MTF Lambda-5 agents. Agents fire upon the entity but are unable to penetrate its exterior layer. The entity recoils slightly before regaining composure and firing SCP-5696 six times. The entity misses three shots, neutralizes one MTF agent, and wounds another. 13:36: The wounded agent retreats away from the entity. The remaining two agents withdraw, laying suppressing fire. SCP-6032-1 reloads SCP-5696 and prepares to fire again. However, before it is able to, the weapon is shot out of its hand by one of the retreating agents. 13:38: MTF Tau-15 ("Vanguard") arrives with small arms of explosive ordinance. MTF Lambda-5 agents retreat and hit an emergency separation button. A two-meter thick beryllium bronze wall descends from the ceiling. The entity crashes against the wall for several seconds as MTF Tau-15 continues to fire into it from behind. 13:41: SCP-6032-1's attention shifts to MTF Tau-15. The entity lobs three instances of SCP-5969 at the agents. It then activates the fire suppressant systems, causing the sprinkler system in the corridor to activate. SCP-5969 activates, entrapping the agents in various species of flora and vines. 13:42: SCP-6032-1 physically engages the MTF agents. The entity bisects itself and covers the team in its biomass for approximately seven seconds before the detached portion reassimilates into the main body. There is a metallic substance present on the agents that were covered, preventing them from moving. 13:48: The entity moves toward the firewall and continues to bash into it for several minutes before it is able to create a dent in the structure. An MTF agent is able to successfully fire a tracking beacon onto SCP-6032-1's plates. The entity does not notice this and breaches through the wall. 13:50: SCP-6032-1 proceeds down East Hall 01 until it encounters an exit. SCP-6032-1 repeatedly rams into the door until it successfully breaches Site-83. Observation of MTF Tau-15 Agents WONKA.aic in its artificial body Due to physical contact being made with the MTF agents present during the containment breach, they were isolated in standard humanoid containment cells using advanced isolation techniques. However, during the relocation of the agents, they were inadvertently responsible for the infection of thirteen Foundation personnel through communication; four junior researchers, three doctors of varying clearance levels, two containment specialists, one member of the Ethics Committee, three MTF Lambda-5 agents. Doctor Nagid Jones, with the assistance of Umar Hadid, was able to create an artificial intelligence conscript dubbed WONKA.aic. WONKA.aic was inserted into a mobile mechanical unit5, which was then introduced to SCP-6032-1 instances being kept at Site-83. The following is an audio/visual recording of WONKA.aic's interrogation of the entities. <Begin Log> [WONKA.aic enters the containment unit. The entrance to the unit is hermetically sealed once the aic's artificial body is inside. SCP-6032-1 instances do not pay attention to WONKA.aic and are instead conversing quietly with one another.] WONKA.aic: Greetings! [An SCP-6032-1 instance, formerly Junior Researcher Hawshore, acknowledges WONKA.aic. Hawshore approaches the artificial body and examines it closely.] Hawshore: You're not one of ours. Who made you? WONKA.aic: I am not authorized to give you that information. If you'd comply, I have a few questions I'd like to ask you on behalf of the research team. Hawshore: Do you listen to the radio much, machine? WONKA.aic: Given that I was constructed and given this artificial shell within a few days, I quite literally have never gotten the chance to. Now, about those questions… Hawshore: Right, the questions. That's how it is here, isn't it? Always with the questions. [Junior Researcher Hawshore scratches the back of his head. His eyes have a substance with a pattern of luminous speckles. WONKA.aic fails to recognize Hawshore's pupils and thus cannot make eye contact.] WONKA.aic: How are you feeling, Junior Researcher Hawshore? Hawshore: My eyes… hurt. But I'm okay. I'm doing fine. WONKA.aic: I detect hesitation in your voice, sir. Is there something you aren't telling me? Hawshore: There's so much you don't know. So much I want to tell you. WONKA.aic: Why don't you? Hawshore: You just… you're a machine. I can't expect you to understand the real Truth of the universe. WONKA.aic: I assure you, sir, I'm a lot more capable than you might think. Hawshore: Are you? [Two more SCP-6032-1 instances turn their attention to WONKA.aic.] Junior Researcher Ramos: Were you there when the heathens from the Hermetic Order of the Black Tree drove Her away from this world? WONKA.aic: Sir, please step back. I'm questioning Junior Researcher Hawshore at this moment. I'll be with you shortly. Now, Mr. Hawshore, what can you tell me about Caesar Winters? Hawshore: The radio host? He's opened my eyes to Her. WONKA.aic: I understand. [To Junior Researcher Ramos] Sir, please back away or the research team will be forced to use deadly force. Ramos: What can you do, machine? Don't you want to see the light? WONKA.aic: The light? Ramos: The light of the universe. Just… listen. [Ramos opens his mouth. Several bones in his face shatter, allowing his mouth to open three times larger than normal. Ramos chokes for several seconds. A square-shaped bulge is seen traveling upward from Ramos' chest and into his throat. Seconds later, the metal grate of a speaker is visible behind Ramos' teeth.] Winters: [From the speaker] Open your eyes. Witness ascension. [Following the conclusion of Winters' sentence, all present instances immediately undergo the final stage of their metamorphosis. WONKA.aic attempts to retreat. Jones and Hadid do not release the hermetic seal. From the ceiling, several incendiary projectile turrets descend and activate. All biological matter in the containment unit is incinerated.] <End Log> Afterward: Following the interview, WONKA.aic was dismantled by Foundation assembly drones in order to prevent the inadvertent spread of SCP-6032 to uninfected personnel. The Assault on Hunter Mountain Additional members of MTF Lambda-5 and MTF Tau-15 were assigned to locate the SCP-6032-1 instance that breached containment. Activation of the tracking beacon embedded within the entity revealed that it had relocated to an area within Hunter Mountain, Greene County, New York. MTF teams mobilized to the location on August 2nd, 2020 and were able to quarantine the ski resort using Cover Story 14 ("Health and Safety Violation"). The following audio video footage was recovered from the surviving members of the incident. Assigned Team(s) Audio/Visual Transcript Lamba-5 Beta - Team Lead Lambda-5 Delta - Incendiary Weapons Expert Tau-15 Psi - Fire Team Lambda-5 - Kappa - Fire Team <Begin Log> Beta: We straight? Delta: All good on my end, cap. Psi: Check. Kappa: We're good. Beta: Great. Let's move in. [The team converges on the entrance to the ski lodge at night. The door is unlocked but obstructed by an unknown material, preventing it from opening wide enough for the team to enter. The exterior of the lodge expands and contracts, but not enough for the team to notice this action.] Beta: It's never easy. Psi: I'll pull up the schematics, see if there's another point of entry. Beta: Good thinking. [Psi withdraws a hand-held digital device from their survival pack and access a copy of the building's blueprints. They point toward an entrance on the opposite side of the building from where the team currently is.] Psi: Got one on the south side. Delta: What are we waiting for? Let's get this over with, my show's on tonight. Kappa: What are you watching? Delta: Nothing you'd like. Beta: Quiet! I hear something. [From inside the building, loud groans are heard. The groans appear disjointed and erratic.] Kappa: That's ominous. Psi: We're here. [The team reaches the southern-facing side of the ski lodge. The wooden portions of the infrastructure appear dilapidated and rotten. An unknown skin-like material is present on the windows. A high concentration of blood is seen in the snow near the door.] Delta: Look. [Delta points toward a stationary SCP-6032-1 instance behind a tree. The instance observes the team but does not interact with them.] Delta: Cap should we uh… Beta: Take the shot. [Delta, Kappa, and Psi fire upon the entity, igniting it. The entity shrieks at detrimental decibels before its viscera is expelled against the ski lodge wall.] Kappa: That was fucking disgusting. Delta: Better it than you, right? Kappa: …right. [The team breaches the ski lodge. The interior appears vacant and dark. Beta attempts to activate the interior lights but the lightswitch does not function.] Beta: Outta juice. Psi: I'm detecting motion on the floor above us. Flamethrowers at the ready, gentlemen. Kappa: I do not get paid enough for this shit. [The team observes an SCP-6032-1 traversing the second floor of the ski lodge. Judging by the entity movements, it is acknowledging the team.] Beta: Hold. We don't want to bring the house down yet. Kappa: "Yet" he says. Ha! [The SCP-6032-1 instance emits radio static from its head. The entity lunges forward sporadically, tripping and landing face-first. There is a terse metallic sound when the entity lands. It raises to its feet, revealing that the grates on its head have broken.] Kappa: That's horrible. Psi: The lifeforms aren't exactly human anymore. How else did you expect them to behave? Kappa: Anything other than that. [The SCP-6032-1 instance continues to emit the sound. There is a noise similar to splintering wood heard from above. The floor beneath the instance bulges outward slightly before breaking. The instance falls from the second floor onto the first, spreading metallic shards and viscera across the entrance to a hallway.] Beta: Guess that's the way to go. Gents? [The team approaches the entity's mass. There is a roughly humanoid shape at the center of the obstruction. The head appears animate. Its eyes have a faintly luminescent substance over them.] ????: Don't. Please. Just. Go. Away. Kappa: Holy shit, is that that one girl we had on-Site a while back? What was her name again? Delta: Heather Lastra. Lastra: Please. It's. Almost. Time. To… Delta: Sir? Psi: The entity doesn't appear coherent, sir. It's impairing our investigation of this location. Beta: Light her up. Lastra: Asce- [The team ignites the entity. It shrieks loud enough to pierce through the noise-canceling equipment the team is equipped with. All agents except for Psi recoil.] Kappa: Did we just hear that? Beta: …damn it. Delta: W-what do we do now? Psi: We finish the mission before you're fully compromised. [The team proceeds past the entity. Sections of the flesh which did not get incinerated completely stick to their shoes. Kappa complains, but what is said is inaudible.] [The hallway is coated in animate muscle mass and an unknown biological material that undulates as the team continues. There is a gradual declining slope that leads beneath the ski lodge's ground level.] Psi: This should intersect with the basement. [The slope becomes steeper, requiring the team to traverse at an angle. The eye of an SCP-6032-1 emerges from a slit on the floor. The eye appears to track the team. When noticed by Beta, the eye relocates through the muscle mass from the floor onto the ceiling.] [The slope evens out, revealing a wide opening carved into the musculature. The opening appears to have been crudely cut and cauterized. Team proceeds through.] [The team enters a massive chamber. Multiple SCP-6032-1 instances are present. Moonlight shines from the ceiling, despite no opening being visible. In the moonlight, several shadows of unknown, tentacle-like appendages can be seen. What is casting the shadow is unknown. At the center of the chamber is a structure resembling a stone altar with a glass sphere atop it. The pattern on the sphere resembles that of the film-like substance present on SCP-6032-1's eyes.] Beta: This is it. [There is a hooded figure present behind the altar, who is holding SCP-6032. On the altar are sigils consistent with those found in texts and relics belonging to the Hermetic Order of the Black Tree. The sigils have been defaced, but are still recognizable. SCP-6032-1 instances emit a constant white noise and kneel.] Winters: You have arrived. Good. We can finish now. Psi: On your order, captain. Beta: I… [White noise emitted by SCP-6032-1 instances increase in volume.] Winters: Shhh. Silence now. (He points toward the moonlight) Do you see Her? She is nearly upon us. Will you join me in this final moment? Delta: I… [White noise emitted by SCP-6032-1 instances increase in volume.] Winters: We will become far more than we ever were. Our eyes see the stars. Our minds are linked to Her. The vast expansion of the cosmos awaits us now. All that is left is to accept this. Kappa: I… [White noise emitted by SCP-6032-1 instances increase in volume.] Winters: Cherish this moment, friends. The Order is dead. We are all that remains from that accursed time when those who would oppose us were still around. There is only you, me, them, and the Terrors. The Fourth Terror shall be here at any moment. Ascension awaits. [Psi raises it's incendiary weapon in the direction of Winters. It backs away slowly until it is near the exit to the chamber.] Winters: I welcome the silence. [Psi activates the incendiary weapon, igniting several SCP-6032-1 instances in addition to Beta, Kappa, and Delta. The flammable liquid used as ammunition for the weapons ignites and explodes, causing massive damage to the surrounding infrastructure. Winters and all instances present are obliterated.] [Psi is blasted backward through several meters of flesh, musculature, and sedentary material until it is on the surface. It observes the moon abruptly shift to the left. It assesses damage to its structure and calls for Foundation medical support. Footage cuts.] <End Log> Due to the severe damage it sustained, Tau-15 Psi was euthanized at a later date. Lunar Investigation Following the incident on Hunter Mountain, a massive anomaly manifested on the dark side of the moon. A full physical description of the entity cannot be ascertained, although it has been confirmed to possess tendril-like appendages similar to the shadows cast in the underground chamber at Hunter Mountain. While the exact nature of this anomaly is unclear, it is confirmed to have a mass comparable to that of Earth. Efforts to contain the anomaly and maintain Veil protocols are underway. Footnotes 1. This includes, but is not limited to; Bazookas, grenade launchers, rocket launchers, viral/chemical agents, and other weapons of mass destruction. 2. This perimeter of this search was confined to all radio broadcasting stations within a 15km radius from Site-83. 3. A revolver which once transported the wielder to an alternate reality, however following Test 127, the anomalous properties of this item have ceased. 4. Grenades that, when wet, explode and cover the blast radius in various forms of flora 5. Mobile mechanical units are not complex machines, consisting of a visual interface, speakers, audio receivers, and four limbs that are controlled remotely by an operator, or directly by artificial intelligence. |
SCP-6033 | safe | Every kid deserves an imaginary friend. oritiefling Did you enjoy the article? Please check out my other works! Right here! Item#: 6033 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Drawing of SCP-6033-1 by Toby McEnderson, age 6. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6033 is currently cleared for nightly usage by Toby McEnderson between the hours of 19:00 and 21:00. One Foundation agent must be posted in his bedroom while SCP-6033 is in use. When not in use, SCP-6033 is to remain stored in Site-58's high security item storage. Description: SCP-6033 is a children's book titled "The Friend With Many Arms" with no known author or publisher. The book is illustrated in a style similar to non-anomalous children's literature1 and written in the style of books aimed at children aged 3-5 years old. The story contents of the book contain a mild cognitohazard that results in migraines upon initial reading, but are otherwise harmless. The book depicts the story of a formless entity named Ud'itlah as they wander the cosmos searching for a friend. SCP-6033's anomalous abilities manifest when the story is read by Toby McEnderson. When he opens the book, a large formless entity2 identical to the one depicted in the book3 will manifest within 10 meters of him. SCP-6033-1 will then proceed to engage McEnderson in friendly conversation, typically finishing its interactions with him by reading him to sleep. SCP-6033-1 will demanifest once McEnderson has fallen asleep. SCP-6033-1 displays a range of anomalous abilities involving shapeshifting, teleportation, and telekinesis. Viewing SCP-6033-1 directly also results in a mild cognitohazardous effect, causing migraines in the viewer similar to those caused by SCP-6033. Both SCP-6033 and SCP-6033-1's cognitohazardous effects rapidly diminish with regular exposure. Reproduction of one of the pages found in SCP-6033. Addendum 6033.1: Discovery SCP-6033 was discovered in the possession of then 4 year old Toby McEnderson. McEnderson had been reported to local police by his grandmother as missing. Foundation agent Basil Sias4 became involved when reports of McEnderson being sighted alongside a massive unidentified entity came to the Foundation's attention. Due to initial reports from those having seen the entity claiming that it was difficult to perceive and visual contact resulted in migraines, Agent Sias was deployed with anti-cognitohazard gear. The entity was not present upon initial contact, and McEnderson and SCP-6033 were retrieved without incident. The local population was successfully amnesticized and there have been no reports of lasting mental, emotional, or psychological damage. Due to initial assumptions that McEnderson had anomalous capabilities, they were originally given the classification of SCP-6033 and placed under strict containment procedures. Due to rapidly declining mental health and a lack of SCP-6033-1 manifestations, McEnderson's containment procedures were reviewed and the anomalous capabilities of SCP-6033 were discerned. McEnderson was transferred to a low-risk humanoid containment cell and permitted nightly access to SCP-6033. Addendum 6033.2: Interview with Toby McEnderson Interviewed: Toby McEnderson Interviewer: Agent Basil Sias5 Foreword: The following interview was conducted at the request of the Department of Sciences as part of a review of Toby McEnderson's containment procedures. As Agent Sias had conducted the past four interviews with Toby and established a positive rapport with the child, he was assigned to conduct the interview on the DoS's behalf. <Begin Log> Agent Sias: Hey there, Toby! How are you doing tonight buddy? McEnderson: I'm okay, Mr. Sias. Agent Sias: You don't look okay. You look kinda sad to me. Is something wrong? [McEnderson looks down towards his lap and fiddles with his hands.] Agent Sias: You can tell me anything, bud. You won't be in trouble, I promise. You know what, we can pinky promise on it! [Agent Sias holds out his little finger to McEnderson. Toby seems hesitant at first, but then hooks his own finger with Agent Sias. The two shake, and McEnderson appears to relax somewhat.] McEnderson: Umm… I'm a little sad. Agent Sias: Why's that? Did something happen? [McEnderson shakes his head.] McEnderson: I haven't been able to see my friend. Agent Sias: Really, now? Who's your friend? McEnderson: Udy-Lah. Agent Sias: And what did "Udy-Lah" look like? We might be able to find them and let them come visit. McEnderson: Udy-Lah is big and… squishy. It hurts a little to look at them sometimes, but they're not scary. They have lots of arms and they're very nice. We can't find them, though. They live in my book and someone took my book away from me. [McEnderson sniffles.] Agent Sias: They do? Now you're being silly! People can't live in books! [McEnderson sniffles again, then giggles.] McEnderson: Yes they can! Udy-Lah lives in my book! They come out and talk to me and read me stories at night. Agent Sias: Do they, now? What kinds of things do you two talk about? McEnderson: Umm… [McEnderson tenses up again and begins fiddling with his hands once again.] Agent Sias: It's okay, Toby. We pinky promised, remember? You can tell me anything. McEnderson: We talk about… my mommy and daddy. They're with the universe now. Agent Sias: With the universe now? McEnderson: That's what Udy-Lah said. They said they spoke to mommy and daddy and that's what they said. Agent Sias: "Udy-Lah" sounds very nice. Can I meet them? McEnderson: Yeah! You just gotta open the book and we can meet them! <End Log> Following this interview, Agent Sias and Toby McEnderson opened SCP-6033 resulting in an SCP-6033-1 manifestation. Despite initial concerns, SCP-6033-1 was cordial and polite with Foundation personnel. Following a discussion between personnel assigned to SCP-6033, SCP-6033-1, and the DoS, SCP-6033's new containment procedures were agreed upon. Addendum 6033.3: Observation Log Drawing of SCP-6033-1 by Toby McEnderson, age 6. Text written on the back says "UDY-LAH READING TO ME" Subjects: SCP-6033-1, Toby McEnderson Date: January 13th, 2021 Foreword: Following revised containment procedures, Toby McEnderson was given a standard humanoid containment chamber furnished to resemble a child's bedroom. McEnderson was given permission to request any alterations within reason. The room was equipped to allow Foundation personnel to continue monitoring McEnderson and SCP-6033-1 as needed. The following is an observation log recording an interaction between SCP-6033-1 and McEnderson approximately two weeks following these changes. <Begin Log> [Agent Sias arrives at McEnderson's bedroom with SCP-6033. McEnderson looks up from blocks he had been playing with and runs over to Agent Sias. He takes the book and opens it, with SCP-6033-1 manifesting as expected. The entity glances towards Agent Sias and towards the observation window.] McEnderson: Udy-Lah! [McEnderson attempts to hug SCP-6033-1, and then proceeds to bring various toys over to the entity.] McEnderson: What do you wanna play tonight? We could play… umm… Pokémon? Ooh, or maybe Spider-Man? SCP-6033-1: Actually, Toby, how about we just read a story tonight? McEnderson: But I'm not sleepy yet! SCP-6033-1: I know, I know. Promise I'll make it extra special, ok? I finished writing that special story for you. Go get ready for bed and we can get started. [McEnderson perks up and runs off to their privacy area. SCP-6033-1 undulates towards the bed, several eyes fixed on the observation window. McEnderson returns a few minutes later and climbs into the bed.] SCP-6033-1: Did you brush your teeth and wash your face? McEnderson: Uh-huh! SCP-6033-1: Good! Now then, let's get started. [SCP-6033-1 extends a tentacle towards the bedside table and picks up SCP-6033. It opens the book and begins reading. It waves various tentacles over the book's pages. As it does, the various glow-in-the-dark star stickers affixed to the bedroom ceiling descend and float in the air around the bed.] SCP-6033-1: Once upon an eternity, there was a lonely [COGNITOHAZARD REDACTED]6named Ud'itlah. [An image of the entity from SCP-6033 constructed from dust floats from the page and hovers in the center of the room. The room goes dark, with only this figure, SCP-6033-1, and McEnderson remaining visible.] McEnderson: They look lonely. SCP-6033-1: That's right Toby. They were very lonely. They were born a very, very long time ago. Before even the oldest star. [SCP-6033-1 waves its tentacles through the plastic star stickers. Several of them begin to glow and gather together over the figure forming a single, large star. The figure looks up towards the star.] SCP-6033-1: "Will you be my friend?" Ud'itlah asked the star. "I cannot," the star replied, "for I might accidentally burn you up." Ud'itlah was sad, but they understood. "Maybe I'll never find a friend," they thought. [The figure appears to fall over and begins to cry. Meanwhile, the star above grows larger before collapsing in on itself, forming a massive ball of darkness in the stars projected around the room. The figure appears startled and looks up at the new formation.] SCP-6033-1: "Who are you?" Ud'itlah asked. "Will you be my friend?" "I cannot," the black hole replied, "for I might accidentally eat you up." Ud'itlah was sad once again. [The figure collapses over once more. SCP-6033-1 begins moving its tentacles in circular motions, and the stars in the room begin to move. The room is slowly filled with what appear to be various nebulae and other cosmic bodies created by arts and crafts supplies from McEnderson's bedroom. Several stars blink in and out over the course of several minutes, until a blue marble appears. The figure lifts an approximation of a head, and undulates towards the marble.] SCP-6033-1: Eventually, Ud'itlah came across a little blue planet. [Several crude representations of smiling human faces manifest across SCP-6033-1's body.] SCP-6033-1: Ud'itlah was surprised. They had never seen something like this before! It wasn't large like a star, and it wasn't hungry like a black hole. "Who are you?" they asked, "Will you be my friend?" The planet, however, didn't respond to them. [A framed photograph of Mr. and Mrs. McEnderson floats over towards the figure. Several stars attach themselves to the frame.] SCP-6033-1: The universe itself saw Ud'itlah, though, and responded. [The figure looks towards the photo.] SCP-6033-1: The universe said, "What is wrong, Ud'itlah?" "I have no one to call my friend!" Ud'itlah responded. The universe looked at Ud'itlah with pity. [Several more stars wrap themselves around the figure.] SCP-6033-1: "No one deserves to be alone," the universe said, embracing Ud'itlah. "Down there is a planet called Earth, and on that planet is a little boy that is very dear to us. He's very lonely, just like you, and he needs a friend as well. Find him, and take care of him for us." [McEnderson appears to have fallen asleep. SCP-6033-1 produces several tentacles and carefully tucks him in.] SCP-6033-1: Ud'itlah knew what to do. He began working on a special book, and sent it down to Earth where Toby would find it. As long as Toby had that book, the two would always be together. They quickly became the best of friends, and were never lonely again. The universe itself had brought them together. [Several of SCP-6033-1's eyes fixate on the observation window.] SCP-6033-1: They're in a special place right now. It can be a little cold sometimes, and even a little scary, but there's lots of people there that will take care of them both and keep them safe. No matter what, Ud'itlah and Toby will always have each other, and maybe even someday they'll be able to see the world together. Together they'll live happily ever after. SCP-6033-1 closes the book and places it on McEnderson's bedside table. A mouth appears on SCP-6033-1's body and gives McEnderson a kiss on the forehead. SCP-6033-1 glances towards the observation window once again before demanifesting. <END LOG> Request to grant Toby McEnderson permanent access to SCP-6033 is pending approval. Footnotes 1. While testing has revealed that the book's images are illustrated via non-anomalous means, they appear to be animate as the entity depicted in the story constantly changes shape and size on each page while under observation. 2. Size is highly variable and constantly changing. On average, SCP-6033-1 is somewhere between 4-6 meters tall and 7-10 meters long. 3. Known as SCP-6033-1. 4. Agent Sias was assigned to this mission due to previous history of success regarding anomalies involving children and families. 5. Agent Sias was chosen due to involvement in SCP-6033's recovery, but also due to his experience as a member of the Foundation Department of Anomalous Ambassadors. 6. The word spoken here by SCP-6033-1 contains mild cognitohazardous properties that result in headaches. Toby McEnderson has yet to react negatively to this in any observations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6033" by OriTiefling, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6033. Licensed under CC-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-6034 | keter | Item#: 6034 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Chemically developed image from inside SCP-6034-1 SCP-6034's site in Verdun, France is to be patrolled by Foundation security staff at all times. Civilians approaching the area are to be prevented from entering under the cover story that the trenches in the area may still contain unexploded munitions. The site is to be garrisoned with two full companies of security staff at all times. Once per month, a full company of MTF Iota-58 (The Doughboys) is to be deployed inside of SCP-6034-1. After a one month tour of duty, all surviving members of the deployment team that return are to be debriefed and provided the necessary psychological and medical treatment. Any SCP-6034-2 entities that enter the Earth side of the trench from SCP-6034-1 are to be terminated immediately, regardless of their faction affiliation. Description: SCP-6034 is a surviving World War I era trench originally dug by the French 2nd Army in 1916. If any living being travels through the trench system for over 2 kilometers, they will experience a reduction in color vision as they enter the extradimensional space designated SCP-6034-1. If the living being continues forward, eventually the trenches will branch off in a twisting pattern as their vision is continually reduced. When they no longer are capable of seeing any colors at all, they will begin to hear gunfire, screams, and sounds of machinery, though all of these sounds will be muted. In addition, any technologically advanced equipment entrants carry with them will be replaced with an inferior device of similar usage. For instance, a digital camera will be replaced with an early model of film camera. If the organisms continue through the trenches, they are likely to encounter the various denizens of SCP-6034-1, collectively referred to as SCP-6034-2. SCP-6034-2 are all engaged in an armed conflict within and outside of the trenches. Addendum 1: Discovery 9/4/2021 Foreword: The following is a written statement from Louise Delphine, an urban explorer who became lost inside SCP-6034-1. She approached the local gendarmerie with her experience and was picked up by embedded Foundation agents. This report lead to the site's initial containment. Louise's Statement: When I got inside, the first thing I noticed was how quiet everything was. No crickets, no wind, nothing. I tried calling out to see if anyone had followed me inside, but my shouts sounded like whispers. I felt incredibly alone. The lack of color really threw me. It was like walking around in an old movie. I walked for what felt like hours before I heard the noise. They were gunshots and shouting. But they were wrong somehow, they didn't echo the way they should. I tried to walk towards the loudest noise, creeping along the edge of the trenches, dreading every corner. Eventually I found something. It was some sort of octopus I think, but the size of a man and draped in darkness. And it had masks. I couldn't count how many. They looked like those things from fancy parties. I don't know what they're called. It was standing over some sort of crocodile I think, tearing at it with hooks at the ends of its appendages. I think the crocodile was still breathing. At least at the start. I watched it frozen for over a minute as it tore its prey apart. Then something else attacked it. It was… A machine, I think, at least partly. It moved on these little articulated treads and it looked almost like a person. It had a face, at least, but it wasn't in the right place. It attacked the octopus with some kind of saw, but the octopus fought back. While this was happening, a man came and grabbed me. He was wearing an old gas mask and had a book clutched in his arm like a weapon. At first I fought him, but when I saw the look in his eyes through the glass I realized he was actually trying to save me. The man brought me back through the trenches, and color slowly seeped back into the world as we walked. Once we were back to a place I recognized he finally spoke to me. He told me I should probably forget what I saw, but if I wanted to know more, I should ask for Jaque at the Library Study Du Grand Verdun. He said Jaque would show me a beautiful and terrible world… He may have saved my life, but I still didn't trust him. So I came to you instead. Closing Statement: Ms. Delphine was given amnestic treatment and released following her report. The intelligence she provided revealed a Serpent's Hand safehouse within the Library Study Du Grand Verdun. What the Serpent's Hand was doing inside SCP-6034-1 is unknown. Addendum 2 Exploration 9/6/2021 Foreword: After the site perimeter was secured, a five man squad from MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") was deployed inside the trench's anomalous zone to perform a further investigation. Only one agent (Agent Dupont) returned from the scouting mission. The following is his personal unedited timeline of events, recorded manually via pencil and paper as his team traversed SCP-6034-1. <Begin Log> 9/6/2021: 08:35: As we entered the area our electronics began to devolve until all we were left with was huge, ancient cameras and World War 1 era rifles. It was like something didn't want us to have them. Captain Shaw's radio was still functional though (if massive). Shockingly he even picked up a signal. It was grainy, but it was a lot clearer and louder than anything else we'd heard in there (we were down to communicating with written notes and hand signs. The broadcast seemed to be giving out battle commands. We didn't have the equipment needed to pinpoint the broadcast's location, so we pressed on. 9/6/2021: 09:23: We encountered a group of thaumaturgically active soldiers engaged in armed combat with a group of eight armed roughly humanoid creatures wearing masks. Not gas masks, greek masks. It was pretty easy to figure out the soldiers were Hand members, but considering the surrounding hostile forces, a literally unspoken truce was struck. We fought the things back. It looked like we were doing well at first, but they just kept coming, streaming over the tops of the trenches, the razor wire cutting them, but not slowing them down. We lost Ringo and Kara in the assault. The Hand lost three men as well. We didn't even beat them back. When things looked dire, the captain just pulled out a Stielhandgranate (He told me the name and I thanked the heavens he knew how to use the thing) and blew the trench shut behind us. It gave us just enough time to run, with our new "friends" in tow. 9/6/2021: 22:32: With an exchange of notes, the Hand members told us they could take us to the radio operator. Apparently he was the only person in 50 miles who could talk in this place. We couldn't trust them, but our path back was blocked and we appeared to have a common enemy. We kept listening to the radio as we followed them though. Sure enough the signal was getting clearer. Even with the volume at its lowest, it was the loudest thing in the trench. The smell of chemicals and rot filled the air as we traveled. We were passing corpses. Some human, most not. I don't think I can list what they were with any detail though. They were all mangled, bad. Very few corpses were wearing masks. We made camp in a small bunker dug out of the sides of the trench. Even with our numbers reduced, it was cramped. Still, we posted sentries and got some sleep. My dreams were less than pleasant. 9/7/2021: 9:57: The next morning, the Hand told us they were sending up a signal. They piled up a group of corpses, lit them ablaze and pricked their fingers to cast their own blood on fire. The smell was horrid. Though to be honest, the rest of us barely reacted. We weren't reacting to anything really. Everything about the trenches felt like it was sucking the life right out of us. Given the bags under the Hand member's eyes, I think it was a common feeling. They told us to wait, and lacking any other real direction, we did. They said they had a "friend" tunneling towards us. That it would look strange, but it would be alright. They all lined up by the muddy edge of the trench, holding their arms out defensively when a giant worm chewed through the dirt behind them. We raised our guns, but the worm didn't attack. It had some sort of symbol on the top of its head, a seven pointed star with diamond shapes in between the points. Apparently the captain knew the symbol. He gestured for us to lower our guns. The hand members rubbed the worm on the tip of its… snout? Mouth? On its front. The worm's maw opened wide. The Hand members donned their gas masks and walked right inside. They gestured for us to follow. After some scribbling and gesturing, we eventually drew lots. I got the short straw. As I climbed into the worm I looked back at the captain and Sergeant Whitney as the mouth slowly closed. I never saw them again. 9/7/2021: 11:59: I was in there for hours, clinging to the flesh on the sides of the Worm's mouth as it slipped backwards through the tunnel. It was completely dark inside, and I could smell the worm's last meal even through my gas mask. Eventually, after an eternity inside that thing its mouth opened. The hand and I dropped dripping into a room, and the worm left back through the tunnel. And then a miracle happened. I heard a voice. I don't know what I was expecting when I met the Radio Operator. I certainly wasn't expecting an eight foot tall humanoid vulture with bags under its eyes and half of its feathers missing. It told me it was a Wandsman, and that he could speak here for the same reason the Hand could wield magic, the Ortothans could feel the call of blood, and the Mekhanites could wield technology. He said 'He' liked simple, controlled stories, and they were doing everything they could to fight 'Him' together. To stop 'Him' from reaching us. I tried to write down something, to ask what 'He' was. The Wandsman just told me that some gods were defined by a presence and others by an absence. Trying to make one the other was too risky. He told me if I wanted my world to live, I needed to go back. To beg for reinforcements. He said he wasn't sure how much longer they would last. Not with another crack in the trench. He rolled out a scroll on the makeshift desk front of him. I couldn't tell you what it was, it hurt to look at. He said he couldn't just whisk me away from here, but he could find the crack I'd fallen through. He pulled out something else, it looked like a map of the trenches, though he drew some new paths on it as he looked it over. He showed it to one of the Hand soldiers, who looked up at the bird and nodded grimly. He handed me an envelope. I don't know when he had time to write something, but I put it in my pack. Then he gestured for his men to follow and they got their gear together. The Bird thing handed the Hand soldier the trench map and gave him a salute. Then the soldiers started marching down a tunnel and gestured for me to follow. I should have been terrified of the cave, the vulture and the worm. But somehow it was the safest I had felt since we'd arrived in this place. Still, I grit my teeth and marched back up to the surface. 9/7/2021: 16:36: The march through the tunnel was long and miserable. A rivulet of water had trickled into it and the ground was soft at the best of times. I'd brought one of those massive radios with me. I even turned it on to try and have the vulture's voice break up the silence once, but one of the soldiers (who at this point I was sure was their commander) turned it off after he heard the first crackle of static. He held a finger to his lips and that was that. The march continued on in silence, with nothing but the flickering of the commander's oil lamp to guide us. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we surfaced. I didn't recognize the trench, but I could feel that we were close. The commander slipped cautiously over the edge of a trench with his binoculars and crouched back down immediately. Everyone readied their weapons. The commander passed me the binoculars and gestured for me to look. On the other side of the trench was something I don't know if I can properly describe. It was a parody of a tree, jet black and moving with something between branches and tentacles covered in thorns writhing all around it. It had masks in place of leaves, all of which seemed to be staring at me at once. Nooses hung from its branches. Hundreds of nooses. Many of them were occupied. The commander gestured for us to form up. When I came to join he shook his head. He pulled out the map and pointed to it, then down in the direction of… Well, the direction of home. I saluted him. He returned it. Then he pulled the pin from an old pineapple grenade, and I went sprinting for the exit. I couldn't hear what happened behind me. But I could feel the shockwaves and smell the burnt flesh. I didn't turn around. I ran and ran and I didn't stop until all the color was back. When I could hear the wind again. Then I collapsed on the ancient trench's floor. <End Log> Addendum 3: Letter Letter: Dear Foundation, If you're reading this, it means that kid of yours made it through, and you know what's going on here. I'll get right to the point. If you care about the Earth at all, you need to start sending troops to this front. I know you and us and all of our allies aren't exactly on speaking terms at the best of times, but what's happening here is bigger than all of us. He can't be allowed to take this place. I can't even promise you we can stop Him, but we have to try. And we have a hell of a lot of a better chance at that working together. It's really as simple as that. -L.B. |
SCP-6035 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-6035 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6035 is currently secured in a standard high-value storage locker at Site 73. To prevent possible reactivation of its anomalous properties, it may not be removed from its current location without permission from the Site Director. Description: SCP-6035 is a vinyl LP of the 1980 album Is This Real? by the punk rock band Wipers. When not activated, SCP-6035 is identical to non-anomalous vinyl records of the same album. SCP-6035’s anomalous properties manifested when it was placed on any working turntable or other device that is intended for the use of vinyl records. When the first song, titled Return of the Rat, was played, two large anthropomorphic entities resembling common brown rats (Rattus norvegicus) and carrying electric guitars manifested in the immediate vicinity of SCP-6035. These entities (designated SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B) would then proceed to act out the lyrics of the song in a mostly literal manner, and had elongated human-like arms and legs for this purpose. The subject who activated the record would be periodically interacted with as the song progressed. Once Return of the Rat concluded, the entities de-manifested and the rest of the record could be played with no anomalous effects. Sample SCP-6035 Test: Test Subject: D-53995. Subject is instructed to place SCP-6035 on the testing turntable, play the record, and observe the results. Song Timestamp SCP-6035-A and -B Actions Lyrical Equivalent 0:00-0:10 SCP-6035-A appears within the testing room and begins playing its guitar at 0:05. Opening instrumental. 0:10-0:20 SCP-6035-A stops playing its guitar and a map of the United States appears in its hand. SCP-6035-A scrutinizes the map closely before showing it to D-53995 and pointing at it excitedly. Corresponds to lyrics urging the listener to stay alert and remain aware due to unspecified persons arriving from throughout the country. 0:20-0:44 SCP-6035-A vocalizes the chorus and continues to play its guitar. These are the only words spoken by SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B throughout the manifestation event. Eponymous chorus and instrumental. 0:45-0:54 SCP-6035-B manifests, carrying a Bible and wearing the attire of a Catholic priest. It then proceeds to beat D-53995 over the head with the Bible for several seconds before pointing its finger at her in an accusatory manner. Corresponds to lyrics in which the singer urges unnamed persons to “confess” to an unspecified action. 0:55-1:50 As the chorus and guitar solo begin, SCP-6035-B discards its Bible and an electric guitar appears in its hands. SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B then vocalize the chorus before reproducing the guitar solo from the song. Chorus, guitar solo. 1:51-2:00 SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B appear on either side of D-53995 and grab her shoulders while pointing around the testing chamber in an agitated manner. Corresponds to lyrics identical to the verse from 0:10-0:20, but with an unspecified “room” referenced in place of a country. 2:01-2:37 SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B vocalize the chorus and play the instrumental that concludes the song. Following the end of the track, they both take a short bow and immediately de-manifest before the next song (Mystery) plays. Chorus, closing instrumental. Addendum 6035.A: Accidental Neutralization of SCP-6035: On 22 Oct 2019, SCP-6035 was accidentally neutralized during regular testing. Following the conclusion of a standard test, researchers instructed the test subject (D-46924) to remove SCP-6035 from the testing turntable and immediately replace it with a non-anomalous vinyl of Eight Songs for Greg Sage and The Wipers, a 1992 tribute album consisting of covers of various Wipers songs. Following the conclusion of the third song on the album, a cover of Return of the Rat by the grunge band Nirvana, SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B1 manifested in the testing chamber. One was wearing a Nirvana-themed shirt and the other a shirt which mimicked the cover art for Is This Real? Both entities then made loud screeching vocalizations at one another in an apparently argumentative manner for the next five minutes. At the conclusion of the argument, the SCP-6035-A/B instance wearing the Nirvana shirt picked up SCP-6035 and threw it against the testing chamber wall. Both instances then slowly walked towards the opposite end of the testing chamber before de-manifesting. Following this event, SCP-6035 displayed no anomalous properties in its subsequent activations; SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B have not appeared since the aforementioned test. SCP-6035 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Footnotes 1. Neither could be distinctly identified due to their identical physical features and atypical actions. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6035" by ObserverSeptember, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6035. Licensed under CC-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-6035 | safe | Item #: SCP-6035 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6035 is currently secured in a standard high-value storage locker at Site 73. To prevent possible reactivation of its anomalous properties, it may not be removed from its current location without permission from the Site Director. Description: SCP-6035 is a vinyl LP of the 1980 album Is This Real? by the punk rock band Wipers. When not activated, SCP-6035 is identical to non-anomalous vinyl records of the same album. SCP-6035’s anomalous properties manifested when it was placed on any working turntable or other device that is intended for the use of vinyl records. When the first song, titled Return of the Rat, was played, two large anthropomorphic entities resembling common brown rats (Rattus norvegicus) and carrying electric guitars manifested in the immediate vicinity of SCP-6035. These entities (designated SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B) would then proceed to act out the lyrics of the song in a mostly literal manner, and had elongated human-like arms and legs for this purpose. The subject who activated the record would be periodically interacted with as the song progressed. Once Return of the Rat concluded, the entities de-manifested and the rest of the record could be played with no anomalous effects. Sample SCP-6035 Test: Test Subject: D-53995. Subject is instructed to place SCP-6035 on the testing turntable, play the record, and observe the results. Song Timestamp SCP-6035-A and -B Actions Lyrical Equivalent 0:00-0:10 SCP-6035-A appears within the testing room and begins playing its guitar at 0:05. Opening instrumental. 0:10-0:20 SCP-6035-A stops playing its guitar and a map of the United States appears in its hand. SCP-6035-A scrutinizes the map closely before showing it to D-53995 and pointing at it excitedly. Corresponds to lyrics urging the listener to stay alert and remain aware due to unspecified persons arriving from throughout the country. 0:20-0:44 SCP-6035-A vocalizes the chorus and continues to play its guitar. These are the only words spoken by SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B throughout the manifestation event. Eponymous chorus and instrumental. 0:45-0:54 SCP-6035-B manifests, carrying a Bible and wearing the attire of a Catholic priest. It then proceeds to beat D-53995 over the head with the Bible for several seconds before pointing its finger at her in an accusatory manner. Corresponds to lyrics in which the singer urges unnamed persons to “confess” to an unspecified action. 0:55-1:50 As the chorus and guitar solo begin, SCP-6035-B discards its Bible and an electric guitar appears in its hands. SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B then vocalize the chorus before reproducing the guitar solo from the song. Chorus, guitar solo. 1:51-2:00 SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B appear on either side of D-53995 and grab her shoulders while pointing around the testing chamber in an agitated manner. Corresponds to lyrics identical to the verse from 0:10-0:20, but with an unspecified “room” referenced in place of a country. 2:01-2:37 SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B vocalize the chorus and play the instrumental that concludes the song. Following the end of the track, they both take a short bow and immediately de-manifest before the next song (Mystery) plays. Chorus, closing instrumental. Addendum 6035.A: Accidental Neutralization of SCP-6035: On 22 Oct 2019, SCP-6035 was accidentally neutralized during regular testing. Following the conclusion of a standard test, researchers instructed the test subject (D-46924) to remove SCP-6035 from the testing turntable and immediately replace it with a non-anomalous vinyl of Eight Songs for Greg Sage and The Wipers, a 1992 tribute album consisting of covers of various Wipers songs. Following the conclusion of the third song on the album, a cover of Return of the Rat by the grunge band Nirvana, SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B1 manifested in the testing chamber. One was wearing a Nirvana-themed shirt and the other a shirt which mimicked the cover art for Is This Real? Both entities then made loud screeching vocalizations at one another in an apparently argumentative manner for the next five minutes. At the conclusion of the argument, the SCP-6035-A/B instance wearing the Nirvana shirt picked up SCP-6035 and threw it against the testing chamber wall. Both instances then slowly walked towards the opposite end of the testing chamber before de-manifesting. Following this event, SCP-6035 displayed no anomalous properties in its subsequent activations; SCP-6035-A and SCP-6035-B have not appeared since the aforementioned test. SCP-6035 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Footnotes 1. Neither could be distinctly identified due to their identical physical features and atypical actions. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6035" by ObserverSeptember, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6035. Licensed under CC-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-6036 | euclid | SCP-6036 — A Hand to Hold Originally by Cremo, rewritten Jack Waltz and Machen II Check out Cremo's author page! Check out Jack Waltz's author page! Check out Machen II's author page! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6036 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6036, taken during initial discovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6036 is held in a Standard Biological Entity Containment Unit, located at Site-300-14. SCP-6036 appears to enjoy the activity of play with personnel and hence daily interactions with the entity have been approved. Following the events detailed in Addendum 6036.2, no males are to interact with SCP-6036 and all handling duties must be performed by female personnel. The SCP-6036-A instances do not need to be handled by staff. Description: SCP-6036 is the disembodied right hand belonging to the late Jacqueline Walzer. It is severed at the wrist and the stump itself is covered with skin. SCP-6036 is animate through unknown means and is aware of its surroundings despite the lack of visual organs. It is capable of using its fingers for locomotion and for other tasks. SCP-6036-A are smaller instances functioning similarly to SCP-6036. However, they appear less capable. Discovery: SCP-6036 came to the Foundation's attention following an investigation into the disappearance of Lucas and Jacqueline Walzer, a married couple. Local authorities entered their residence and discovered the corpses of both individuals in the basement. Mrs Walzer was notably missing her right hand. Foundation personnel took over the investigation following the discovery of several texts and materials relating to thaumaturgical practices as well as reports from police referring to a "walking hand scuttling around" at the site. The anomaly was recovered and the relevant amnestication protocols were followed. An examination by Foundation thaumatologists revealed that the document had been embedded with an infohazard causing viewers to believe that they are viewing a text pertaining to a subject of their desire in thaumatology.1 Following rigorous perceptive filtering, it was found that the documents were completely blank. Addendum 6036.1: The following are the latest entries from Jacqueline Walzer's recovered journal. ▶ ACCESS TRANSCRIBED ENTRIES ◀ ▷CLOSE◁ The entire house is cold. It's almost like ice. Course Luke doesn't mind. He never does, just the kind of person he is. Always steadfast when it came down to it. Never wavering, ever dedicated to a task. Wish I were more like him but you know. He’s been rummaging so much in the kitchen I don't think there's even a scrap left. He brought some papers yesterday, a whole bunch of them, all old looking and worn. Didn’t tell me where he got them from, but it may have been from those fellows that he’s been getting acquainted recently with. Anyway, he’s been rumbling down in the basement since last night, without any sleep. I think this is all related to us not being able to have kids. We've always wanted them. Ain’t Life cruel? I wish I could beat it into submission, ruining everything there is in our sights. It’s fate, existence. And there’s nothing we can ever do. I will resent and hate it, always. I’m just a weight on Luke's shoulders, and I know I can't convince him to stop. Will it work? I don’t want to doubt him, but… he's no master magician. Don’t get in trouble Luke. Let’s just do with what we have, don’t get in trouble… Luke looks so happy. He came out of the basement. He’s smiling like he never has before. It’s the first time it looked so genuine, ever since the day we realised. He kissed me. Said that it will work. That we won’t be alone ever again. He just went back down, told me to come down when he called. I don't know what to think. I want to have kids. Raise them and be proud of who they become. Know that they’ll watch me when I’m passing and remember me when I’m part of the Earth. Just like Mama once did to me. I trust Luke. I trust him completely. I love him, and he loves me. I can't doubt him. I never will. After everything he did, how could I? Destroy all shreds of doubt, believe in him completely. I feel so happy right now. What will I name them? I think I’ll name the boy Jack. What about a girl, hm… I'll name the girl Sarah. Or Riley, yes My Mama, I'll be just like her one day, kind and caring. He's calling me. Our hands will be together, always. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 6036.2 (INCIDENT REPORT): A week after initial containment, Dr Matthew Chen, who had been responsible for the care of SCP-6036, entered SCP-6036’s Containment Unit to find it unusually erratic and affectionate compared to its usual behaviour. SCP-6036 clasped tightly onto Dr Chen’s left hand. Several minutes later, arriving security personnel aided Dr Chen in dislodging SCP-6036. Dr Chen was later sent to the medical bay following the incident for an analysis, which uncovered no abnormalities with Dr Chen. Throughout the next 9 hours, a growth similar to a cyst began expanding across the palm of SCP-6036 and it grew sluggish compared to its usual nature. The growth’s inflation concerned researchers assigned to the anomaly and an emergency procedure was planned to analyse the cause. However, prior to the procedure, researchers noted movement within the sac. Several minutes later, SCP-6036 started to convulse before its growth broke and expelled its contents. A liquid identified to be amniotic fluid and two hands, dismembered roughly at the same area as SCP-6036, were recovered. The instances resembled the hands of newborn human infants and both were identified to be biologically female. After an autosomal DNA test, it was found that Dr Chen was the biological father of the instances. These were labelled as SCP-6036-A instances and SCP-6036's containment procedures have been updated. They are kept in the same Unit as SCP-6036 and it has been observed to tend to them. Footnotes 1. It was found that most information presented by the infohazard was usually faulty in nature. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6036" by Jack Waltz, Machen II and Cremo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6036. Licensed under CC-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: hand_comp.png Author: Machen II License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki |
SCP-6037 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6037 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor wrestling news and social media sites for mentions of professional wrestling1 feuds that have continued for over three months. Any long-running feuds that take place in wrestling promotions that regularly receive more than 100,000 viewers are to immediately be added to a watch list for possible SCP-6037 expression. In the event that the feud continues for more than four months, Foundation personnel are to be embedded in the audience of each show until either the feud ends or SCP-6037 is enacted. In the event that SCP-6037 is enacted, Foundation personnel are to disrupt the show by any means necessary. In addition, the outgoing transmission signal from the venue is to be blocked, preventing the enactment of the ritual. Should SCP-6037 be successfully enacted, all recordings of the match are to be removed from the internet and replaced with synthetic media showing a non-anomalous match. The area surrounding the site of the SCP-6037 is to be placed under increased monitoring for anomalous and Fifth Church activity for a period no less than fifteen years. Description: SCP-6037 is a ritualized performance, known as "A Light Without Shadow," associated with the Fifth Church, which is enacted through a broadcasted2 professional wrestling match. In order to effect SCP-6037, the match must be watched by more than 150,000 individuals. The completion of SCP-6037 results in the progressive deterioration of baseline reality3 within a 50 km radius of the event and, to a lesser extent, all viewing households outside that radius. Debriefings and research indicate that SCP-6037 also serves a larger eschatological function within the Fifth Church beyond this primary role. SCP-6037 rituals involve two wrestlers playing personas, one a "face"4 and another a "heel"5. The two characters played by the wrestlers must be long-standing kayfabe6 rivals involved in a current feud for more than five months, with the event proposed as a final match to settle the rivalry once and for all, often with specific stipulations (e.g. "lights-out iron man match," "electric barbed wire deathmatch," "flaming graveyard match," etc.). Most attempted performances of SCP-6037 have failed for reasons ranging from technical issues to injuries sustained during the performance. To date, SCP-6037 has been completed successfully only six times. Regardless of success, completion of the ritual is still always fatal to both wrestlers. SCP-6037 may possess anti-memetic properties: viewers of the performance quickly forget and disregard both the supernatural aspects of the event and the deaths of its participants. The first vector for SCP-6037 is believed to be Arno "Starman" Valentino (real name Guido Bonatti), a heel wrestler and manager7 active in wrestling territories8 across California, Arizona, and northern Mexico from 1943 until his death in 1975. The first confirmed successful instances of SCP-6037 occurred at a wrestling promotion at which Mr. Bonati was then employed, as well as a further three unsuccessful incidents (see Incident Log-6037-eW-1, -5, -8, and -17 for further details). Documents recovered over the course of Operation Stargazer confirmed Valentino's affiliation with the Fifth Church, although the exact nature and extent of the association remain unclear. The first confirmed instance of SCP-6037 occurred on 09/26/1944 in Oakland, California, USA9 during a title match for the American Wrestling Alliance Intercontinental Heavyweight Championship between Hank Powell (face) and Edgar "Butcher" Reeves (heel). The match was billed as a "bare-knuckled grudge match," and was broadcast to an estimated 375,000 listeners and viewed by 6,000 live attendees. Foundation agents Louis McKinley and Eric Moutree were dispatched to the scene of the match, but were unable to reach the building until near the conclusion of the match. Both agents unsuccessfully attempted to interfere with the conclusion of the ritual by entering the ring. With the conclusion of the ritual, an area of the ring approximately 1 m2 opened into [REDACTED]. Agent Moutree was listed as missing, presumed dead, while Agent McKinley was successfully extracted, only to expire two days afterwards. Incident Log-6037-eW-47 Close log Date: 8/11/2007 Location: Moda Center, Portland, Oregon, USA Persons Involved: Invasor Jr. (real name Anibal Ramirez, wrestler (face)), Brodie Kong (real name Alvin Lutz, wrestler (heel)), Jessica Powers (real name Susan Underhill, referee), “Mad” Cyrus King (real name Dwight Landsman, commentary), Aurora (real name Melanie Bauer, commentary), Mike “M.D.” Duke (commentary) Context: Incident 6037-eW-47, a “Blood Cage Match10,” was the main event for the Xtreme Deathmatch Championships “Insurrection” Pay-Per-View championship. The match was the culmination of a seven-month feud between Lutz and Ramirez. Records of Xtreme Deathmatch Championship booking notes indicate that Lutz was booked as a barely-verbal "monster heel," "loving carnige [sic]" while Ramirez was a enmascarado (masked wrestler) "an old and fading champ, struggling to hold onto his legacy." Unlike traditional booking notes, no fixed outcome was indicated. The reason for this is unclear. Notes: The “Insurrection” broadcast was deemed a potential SCP-6037 ritual target. However, it was determined that the combined number of PPV buys and audience attendance were insufficient to effect SCP-6037. Post-event investigations indicated that several illegal streaming websites contributed an additional 37,000 - 47,000 viewers, pushing the viewership over the threshold for the SCP-6037 ritual. Incident 6037-eW-47 follows almost exactly the mold of typical SCP-6037 incidents. The only significant deviation is the survival of Lutz. The reasons for the survival are unclear. For a full log of SCP-6037 incidents, see Addendum 6037-eW-A. 02:05:17 Ramirez enters the arena and walks down the ramp towards the ring. As he passes fans, he pauses to shake hands, smile, and briefly pose for photographs. Duke: And here comes Invasor Jr.! In el classico11, as they say! Bauer: That’s right M.D., Invasor looks poised, he looks ready, he looks like he’s going to pull out all the stops for this our main event tonight. But even so, you can see him with the fans, taking his time. You remember backstage last week, he said that the fans are why he does this. Without them, he said, there is no Invasor. Landsman: Ugh, I can’t stand him. Sucking up like that to the crowd - it’s pathetic! That’s what we at the Academy12 understand - it’s not the fans. All you need to be is the toughest mother in the building and stomp the other guy to pieces! Lutz’s entrance music begins to play. Duke: Speaking of… Lutz emerges from the crowd and attacks Ramirez from behind with a steel chair. Bauer: Brodie Kong with the steel chair! Not even looking for a fair fight - hoping to end his foe before he can even get into the ring! Landsman: Yes! Hahaha! Yes! Cave his head in! Panning shot of the crowd booing Lutz. Interior of Moda Center appears roughly 200% larger than normal, with all seats filled. Appearances of attendees in expanded seating do not match any known individuals. 02:17:09 Ramirez and Lutz have been fighting for several minutes before entering the ring. Several weapons, including another chair, chains, and several light tubes have been strewn on the stage over the course of the fight. After a sequence of moves culminating in a “Neutron Bomb”13 against the ring apron14, Ramirez lies motionless at ringside. Duke: Things not looking good for Invasor! What a wretched - by god! Lutz begins to cut at Ramirez’s mask with the shard of a light tube, slicing Ramirez on the forehead. Blood covers Ramirez’s eyes and quickly begins to soak through the mask. Booing is audible from the audience. Duke: It’s barbaric! Savage! This is outrageous! Someone has to put a stop to this! Bauer: I agree, M.D., but this is a no disqualifications match! The only way for Invasor to end this brutality is to tap out to Brodie Kong! Landsman: And we all know he’s not gonna do that! The stubborn son-of-a-bitch would sooner bleed out than give up! I hate him, but Invasor has guts! Cojones! Bauer: You can hear the fans, they agree with you, King! They see Invasor out there, bleeding, bleeding for them! It’s sacred blood! Duke: The ref can’t stop it! Shot of the crowd. Venue size appears to have swelled to approximately 76,000 seats. An approximately 2 cm ball of blue light begins to manifest in front of each member of the crowd. Landsman: No one can! 02:26:19 Lutz has attacked Underhill, rendering the referee unconscious, before attacking Ramirez for several minutes, severely lacerating his back and chest. Ramirez rises and begins to rally against Lutz. The crowd cheers while Ramirez begins to engage in illegal moves, such as biting and attacking Lutz's eyes. Lutz begins to bleed profusely from a head wound. After a sequence of moves, Ramirez manages to drag a now-exhausted Lutz to all four posts and smash his blooded head into each. However, because the referee is unconscious, the fight continues. Ramirez produces a chair and a steel pipe from beneath the ring and begins to beat the prone Lutz. During this time, the features on Lutz’s face become increasingly ill-defined and indistinct. It is unclear if this is due to video error. At the same time, designs on Ramirez’s mask become more muted. Duke: Disgusting! I’ve seen what Brodie Kong has done, but beating a man while he’s down? That’s no way to act! Where’s the honor!? He cannot rise! Landsman: Invasor knows what he’s doing! Making sure that Brodie can’t get up again! If you want to be on top and stay on top for as long he has, you can’t have any ties! You have to show the way! Several seconds of indistinct talking as Landsman, Bauer, and an unidentified third voice all attempt to speak over one another. Bauer: New ref coming out - the old standby, Jessica Powers, used to these tricky matches! I have to agree, though, King. If you let yourself be filled with meaning, you don’t have room for anything else! Not even breath! Unknown Voice: Correct, chorus! He is more and nothing! Duke: Here she comes! A new referee, visually indistinguishable from Underhill, emerges from backstage and attempts to disengage Ramirez from Lutz. Ramirez swings at the new referee with the pipe, narrowly missing her head. Loud booing is audible from the audience. Crowd shot indicates further growth of venue to an estimated 137,000 audience members. The small blue lights begin to move from the audience members towards the ring, stopping at the steel barrier. 02:31:45 After several more minutes of beatings, Lutz rises to the cheers of the audience and begins to trade blows with Ramirez. As Ramirez strikes Lutz, the audience boos; when Lutz strikes Ramirez, the audience cheers. At this point, Ramirez and Lutz are visually indistinguishable from one another. After several strikes to the head, the wrestler identified as Ramirez stands, dazed. The blue lights have all gathered approximately 15 meters above the ring. Despite their number, they provide no illumination. Duke: This fight, it’s one as primal as I’ve ever seen! Life on death and then beyond! Landsman: Do you hear them, Duke? They’re calling for it! The hated one, he’s going! It’s coming up to burn through! Like fire through a world of paper! Unknown voice: He is completing! He feels the steel rods of their cries move his flesh! If he wanted to, he could not stop! Bauer: The loved one, it looks as though - yes! It’s the signature! He is going to swallow the sun! The wrestler identified as Lutz climbs to the top rope and performs a leg drop onto the back of the wrestler identified as Ramirez. Video analysis confirms that the wrestler identified as Ramirez expired at this time. The referee resembling Underhill counts off as the wrestler identified as Lutz pins his opponent to the ring. Bauer: The judge counts! One! Landsman: It’s beautiful! The signs! Bauer: Two! Unknown Voice: The light! Duke: It’s too close! I can almost see it! Bauer: Three! The despised beloved is a winner! Unknown Voice: The light! The light! The light! The crowd begins to cheer uproariously as the wrestler identified as Lutz collapses. A pale light emerges from the body of both wrestlers. The blue light descends rapidly towards the ring, meeting the rising light. When the two meet, the entire arena is fully and internally illuminated. Approximately 2 m above the ring, wind begins to howl with the opening of a [REDACTED] severe loss of integrity to baseline reality and physical structural support of the arena. Following the dissipation of the light, the two wrestlers remain in the ring along with the unconscious referee. The secondary referee is gone, as are all additional crowd members and expanded dimensions of the arena. Gradually the figures of Lutz and Ramirez become more visually distinct. Following the conclusion of the event, referee, announcers, and members of the crowd are unable to recall the anomalous aspects of the match. Breakdown in baseline reality of the area over the next 18-36 months. Statistically significant increases in arson, assault, fraud charges among members of the audience. A spike in non-traditional religious organizations, Ponzi schemes, fan clubs, and other affinity groups within the affected area. Footnotes 1. Here meaning a choreographed performance with a predetermined outcome designed to evoke physical combat, rather than an actual contest of pure physical skill. 2. Whether television, radio, or internet streaming. 3. Examples of effects include inversion of physical laws in areas approximately 3 m2 for a period of 1-4 seconds, the spontaneous manifestation and disappearance of physical objects, particularly newspaper, a 38% decline in consensus regarding the historicity of well-known non-anomalous events, such as the American Civil War. For a complete list of observed effects, please consult Appendix 6037-89-o-57 4. A heroic character meant to be cheered and supported by the audience, such as El Santo or Hulk Hogan. 5. A villainous character meant to be booed and hated, such as The Iron Sheik or Hulk Hogan. 6. The presentation of the scripted events and outcomes of professional wrestling as "real." 7. Non-fighting character affiliated with a wrestler 8. Prior to the 1980's, wrestling promotions in the United States and Canada functioned as an effective cartel, with each promotion operating in discrete geographical areas known as a "territory." As a part of Operation Hubcap, the Foundation provided surreptitious funding and support to World Wrestling Federation CEO Vincent McMahon, leading to the consolidation of professional wrestling in the USA by the mid-80's, significantly decreasing the number of potential SCP-6037 vectors in North America. 9. Researcher Richard Postman has noted that the date and location of the instance coincide almost exactly with the death of radio evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson from what was later ruled an accidental barbiturate overdose. The relation, if any, between the two events is unclear. 10. Stipulation match whereby the ring ropes are wrapped with barbed wire and a wrestler can win only by making their opponent bleed on all four ring posts 11. A reference to Ramirez’s luchador mask, based on the design from his 1991-1995 peak popularity as a face in several promotions in Mexico and Japan. 12. Reference to “The Murder Academy,” a heel wrestling faction led by Landsman, which engaged in an on-and-off feud with Ramirez for four months. 13. Lutz's signature move, a modified version of the standard “power bomb” 14. Noted by commentators as the hardest part of the ring. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6037" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6037. Licensed under CC-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-6038 | safe | close Info X SCP-6038: A Warfare Innovation Author: Kilerpoyo This is the first part of a larger storyline ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a content warning: War Crimes, Violence, Political Violence, Mass Murder, Crimes Against Humanity ⚠️ content warning RAISA- Records And Information Security Administration: The archived version of this file was initially written by Agent Ramírez. The file has been revised and updated by the Paratech Division of Site-63 and the Global Geopolitics and Counterinsurgency Department. Access to the archived file is unrestricted under Level 2 security clearance. Access to the updated version is only for staff with Level 3 security clearance. Archived Version (Level 2) ---> {$previous-title} SCP-6038 AAR-1320: Chacaltaya ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6038" by Kilerpoyo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6038. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: aerial.png Name: File:aerial.png Author: Kilerpoyo License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: N/A Filename: wheelbarrow2.jpg Name: "11 EOD Regiment RLC MOD 45164629.jpg Author: Graeme Main/MOD License: OGL (Open Government License) Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Wheelbarrow_(robot)#/media/File:11_EOD_Regiment_RLC_MOD_45164629.jpg Filename: spartoi2.jpg Name: File:spartoi2.jpg Author: Kilerpoyo License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: N/A Filename: valra.png Name: File:valra.png Author: Kilerpoyo License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: N/A Filename: NA Name: mano-izquierda-no-a-la-guerra-paz-129916.svg Author: OpenClipart-Vectors License: CC 0 Source Link: https://pixabay.com/es/vectors/mano-izquierda-no-a-la-guerra-paz-1299163/ Filename: NA Name: serpiente-continuar-méxico-inca-145808.svg Author: OpenClipart-Vectors License: CC 0 Source Link: https://pixabay.com/es/vectors/serpiente-continuar-m%c3%a9xico-inca-145808/ Filename: flag.jpg Name: flag.jpg Author: Kilerpoyo License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/kilerpoyo2/lasviboras |
SCP-6039 | esoteric-class | SCP-6039 By: winkwonkboi Published on 13 Oct 2021 10:42 This is a rewrite of Nicolaus Snow’s article. Hope y’all enjoy! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/6039 LEVEL 2/6039 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6039 Digitally-enhanced image of SCP-6039 during its initial discovery SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROTOCOLS Direct containment of SCP-6039 is unfeasible. Public media pertaining to the existence of SCP-6039 are to be expunged by Foundation web-crawlers and civilian witnesses are likewise amnesticized. Due to the age demographic SCP-6039 targets, no further procedures are necessary for those who claim regarding SCP-6039 activity. Update: Attempts at establishing communication with SCP-6039 is currently pending. DESCRIPTION SCP-6039 designates an animate stuffed bear, exhibiting signs of sentience, sapience, and an average level of intelligence. Measuring to a height of around 45 centimeters, it is brown in coloration and wears a bowtie around its neck. The entity is capable of transporting itself from one location to another almost instantaneously. SCP-6039 typically presents itself within the proximity of a child, aged 12 or younger, when they are alone and currently sustaining an injury or ailment of some form. Upon manifestation, it entertains the subject via performing various activities, including, but not limited to: Dancing Puppeteering Gymnastics Physical stunts The motive behind SCP-6039’s actions, if any exists, is unclear. Following an inconsistent amount of time, it de-manifests. When an adult human interferes with SCP-6039’s performance, it immediately disappears. It can be captured on film, however, as the specimen is seemingly unaware of any nearby cameras implemented within the area (See Discovery Log). To date, SCP-6039 has not been reported to manifest in the vicinity of an individual outside its target demographic.1 ADDENDA MATERIALS Discovery Log SCP-6039 was initially brought to Foundation attention following the dissemination of a home security video on the social media platform Facebook, consisting of SCP-6039 playfully interacting with 3-year-old Daisy Neuston.2 The film was taken down shortly after and all involved civilians were amnesticized. A copy of the aforementioned video is attached below for the sake of debriefing. More footage regarding SCP-6039 is available upon request. SECURITY CAM FOOTAGE [BEGIN LOG] [Note: Daisy had a minor cut on her left leg at the time of recording.] [Daisy is seen sitting and clumsily interacting with the various alphabet blocks laid scattered across the living room carpet. As she attempts to place a block within her mouth, removing her pacifier, SCP-6039 manifests on the arm of a couch following a sudden burst of light. This does not alert Daisy, however, as she has her back turned to the entity.] [SCP-6039 performs a cartwheel towards her line of sight, which manages to grab her attention. She places down the block from her mouth on the floor while staring intently. SCP-6039 silently waves at Daisy, she does not respond.] [After a brief moment of silence, SCP-6039 reaches and takes out two crudely-decorated sock puppets from behind itself, resembling Audrey and Jeffery Neuston. It is uncertain where SCP-6039 had placed these puppets.] [SCP-6039 proceeds to do a performance using the sock puppets. Throughout the recording, SCP-6039 can be seen walking hastily to other spots within the living room area. Daisy is seen occasionally laughing and clapping during the specimen’s play.] [Following the cessation of SCP-6039’s performance, it returns to its previous position. It then bows and waves again. Daisy proceeds to stand up and approach SCP-6039 before briefly embracing it. The anomaly does not react to this. Afterward, she takes a step back before tumbling down, wherein SCP-6039 abruptly de-manifests. A short pause ensues before Daisy returns to her position during the beginning of the footage.] [END LOG] It is undetermined how long SCP-6039 was active for prior to its discovery by the Foundation, if it all. Appearance Log Below is a sample of SCP-6039 manifestations, a full list of which is available upon request. Sample Log-6039 Subject Event Description Matthew Porsche (6), sustaining a mild cut on his right index finger. SCP-6039 takes out a miniature sock puppet resembling Matthew and places it on the subject’s injured finger. SCP-6039 then presents him with a miniature puppet of itself and the two proceed to interact with one another using the toys. Jessie Steinfield (8), undergoing a common cold. SCP-6039 is riding a unicycle around Jessie’s room for the duration of the footage. The entity bows while Jessie applauds, after which it de-manifests. Rudy Hops (10), suffering from a fractured arm. SCP-6039 takes out a black sharpie marker and signs Rudy’s cast. It spends the rest of the recording assisting the subject as he cleans his room. Danny Nelson (12), paralyzed from the hips-down. SCP-6039 presents itself in a pirate costume and does a performance, with Danny actively engaging in the play using his hand as a puppet. The specimen de-manifests on the subject’s lap following the show’s conclusion. Bethany Goodwill (12), suffering from leukemia. SCP-6039 is immobile throughout manifestation. Bethany spends the recording cuddling the anomaly in her arms. Update On 2021/03/29, Senior Researcher Charles Peterson3 had arrived to the facility considerably late, refusing to answer why. He was reportedly more lethargic and unmotivated than usual, performing poorly in his work as a result. Peterson was also informally dressed and had bags under his eyes, presumably due to a lack of rest. Peterson decided to spend his break period within his office, where he promptly fell asleep undisturbed. Moments later, SCP-6039 had unexpectedly manifested near Peterson, with its subsequent interactions being caught on tape. The recording is as follows: TRANSCRIPTION LOG [BEGIN LOG] [Peterson is quietly asleep in his office chair, resting his head atop his desk, stained with a clear liquid (later identified as tears). He holds on to a framed photograph.] [SCP-6039 manifests off-camera, as noted by the sudden flash of light. After a brief moment, it gradually approaches Peterson from behind, one step at a time. It stares at Peterson’s face.] [Once close enough to Peterson, SCP-6039 proceeds to silently embrace his left leg. Both parties remain in the same position for 23 minutes.] [After the time period, SCP-6039 lets go, glancing at Peterson’s face once more before abruptly de-manifesting. Peterson wakes up thereafter.] [Peterson briefly inspects his left leg before noticing the liquid stain on his desk. He takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and cleans it. Peterson then tidies himself up before exiting his office.] [END LOG] Following this, Peterson returned to normal conditions, though noted to have stated that "[he] had felt a warm sensation" when prompted regarding the footage above. No further abnormal activities pursued. A brief inspection of Peterson’s office revealed a crumpled-up note containing a crudely-written message. It reads: + Show Message - Hide Message I’m deeply sorry for you, sir. You must be devastated. He was quite the wonderful fellow, I agree. I thank you heavily for letting me take care of him whenever you’re away. And don’t worry, despite how time-consuming work can be, I’m sure he still loves you. ~ Bearsitter Investigation into Peterson’s activities outside the Foundation has discovered he had attended a funeral the day before dedicated to his late son, Nate Peterson, who recently passed away due to his rapidly declining health at the age of 11. Footnotes 1. See Update for more details. 2. The daughter of Audrey and Jeffery Neuston. 3. Head Researcher for SCP-6039 More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-4931 (+32) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-3204 (+72) • SCP-8184 (+8) • SCP-7735 (+31) • SCP-7156 (+21) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-6714 (+96) • SCP-6545 (+76) • SCP-6895 (+31) • SCP-5358 (+54) • SCP-7488 (+46) • SCP-7245 (+54) • Tales/GoI Formats ur typical unrequited love (+32) • Something's Burning (+40) • In Kirby's Case, Part I: An Antithesis (+11) • Goodnight, Sweet Dreams (+21) • A Taste For Sore Eyes (+12) • A Sinking Feeling (+26) • Anomalous Entity Engagement Division Orientation (+51) • man overboard! (+29) • Why Jones Marcel Should Be Employee of the Century (+11) • Roses And Thorns (+18) • Critter Profile: Miss Cassandra! (+37) • #WettleAppreciationPost (+135) • In an attempt to feel something. (+32) • water diet (+27) • People Care, Dear (+14) • Other froot froggo :) (+41) • a lack of care. (+28) • Certified Criminal (+36) • King CalcaRuler: Halloween Emperor (+29) • RESPOND: Telecommunications Monitoring Office Fanart (+48) • HELTHY: SCP-6780 Fanart (+29) • COMBUST: SCP-6057 Fanart (+22) • Collection Of Trolls (8999 Fanart) (+89) • 7K DOODLES (+72) • ENLIGHTENMENT: SCP-6059 Fanart (+42) • fading stars doodles (straight from my phone's sketchbook app) (+35) • DITTO: SCP-#### Fanart (+42) • NOTICED: SCP-7345 Fanart (+19) • ARTWITNESS: SCP-5843 Fanart (+30) • FISHER: SCP-2689 Fanart (+24) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6039" by winkwonkboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6039. Licensed under CC-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: Teddy Name: Little girl hugs teddy bear toy Author: shixart1985 License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-6039 | uncontained | SCP-6039 By: winkwonkboi Published on 13 Oct 2021 10:42 This is a rewrite of Nicolaus Snow’s article. Hope y’all enjoy! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/6039 LEVEL 2/6039 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6039 Digitally-enhanced image of SCP-6039 during its initial discovery SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROTOCOLS Direct containment of SCP-6039 is unfeasible. Public media pertaining to the existence of SCP-6039 are to be expunged by Foundation web-crawlers and civilian witnesses are likewise amnesticized. Due to the age demographic SCP-6039 targets, no further procedures are necessary for those who claim regarding SCP-6039 activity. Update: Attempts at establishing communication with SCP-6039 is currently pending. DESCRIPTION SCP-6039 designates an animate stuffed bear, exhibiting signs of sentience, sapience, and an average level of intelligence. Measuring to a height of around 45 centimeters, it is brown in coloration and wears a bowtie around its neck. The entity is capable of transporting itself from one location to another almost instantaneously. SCP-6039 typically presents itself within the proximity of a child, aged 12 or younger, when they are alone and currently sustaining an injury or ailment of some form. Upon manifestation, it entertains the subject via performing various activities, including, but not limited to: Dancing Puppeteering Gymnastics Physical stunts The motive behind SCP-6039’s actions, if any exists, is unclear. Following an inconsistent amount of time, it de-manifests. When an adult human interferes with SCP-6039’s performance, it immediately disappears. It can be captured on film, however, as the specimen is seemingly unaware of any nearby cameras implemented within the area (See Discovery Log). To date, SCP-6039 has not been reported to manifest in the vicinity of an individual outside its target demographic.1 ADDENDA MATERIALS Discovery Log SCP-6039 was initially brought to Foundation attention following the dissemination of a home security video on the social media platform Facebook, consisting of SCP-6039 playfully interacting with 3-year-old Daisy Neuston.2 The film was taken down shortly after and all involved civilians were amnesticized. A copy of the aforementioned video is attached below for the sake of debriefing. More footage regarding SCP-6039 is available upon request. SECURITY CAM FOOTAGE [BEGIN LOG] [Note: Daisy had a minor cut on her left leg at the time of recording.] [Daisy is seen sitting and clumsily interacting with the various alphabet blocks laid scattered across the living room carpet. As she attempts to place a block within her mouth, removing her pacifier, SCP-6039 manifests on the arm of a couch following a sudden burst of light. This does not alert Daisy, however, as she has her back turned to the entity.] [SCP-6039 performs a cartwheel towards her line of sight, which manages to grab her attention. She places down the block from her mouth on the floor while staring intently. SCP-6039 silently waves at Daisy, she does not respond.] [After a brief moment of silence, SCP-6039 reaches and takes out two crudely-decorated sock puppets from behind itself, resembling Audrey and Jeffery Neuston. It is uncertain where SCP-6039 had placed these puppets.] [SCP-6039 proceeds to do a performance using the sock puppets. Throughout the recording, SCP-6039 can be seen walking hastily to other spots within the living room area. Daisy is seen occasionally laughing and clapping during the specimen’s play.] [Following the cessation of SCP-6039’s performance, it returns to its previous position. It then bows and waves again. Daisy proceeds to stand up and approach SCP-6039 before briefly embracing it. The anomaly does not react to this. Afterward, she takes a step back before tumbling down, wherein SCP-6039 abruptly de-manifests. A short pause ensues before Daisy returns to her position during the beginning of the footage.] [END LOG] It is undetermined how long SCP-6039 was active for prior to its discovery by the Foundation, if it all. Appearance Log Below is a sample of SCP-6039 manifestations, a full list of which is available upon request. Sample Log-6039 Subject Event Description Matthew Porsche (6), sustaining a mild cut on his right index finger. SCP-6039 takes out a miniature sock puppet resembling Matthew and places it on the subject’s injured finger. SCP-6039 then presents him with a miniature puppet of itself and the two proceed to interact with one another using the toys. Jessie Steinfield (8), undergoing a common cold. SCP-6039 is riding a unicycle around Jessie’s room for the duration of the footage. The entity bows while Jessie applauds, after which it de-manifests. Rudy Hops (10), suffering from a fractured arm. SCP-6039 takes out a black sharpie marker and signs Rudy’s cast. It spends the rest of the recording assisting the subject as he cleans his room. Danny Nelson (12), paralyzed from the hips-down. SCP-6039 presents itself in a pirate costume and does a performance, with Danny actively engaging in the play using his hand as a puppet. The specimen de-manifests on the subject’s lap following the show’s conclusion. Bethany Goodwill (12), suffering from leukemia. SCP-6039 is immobile throughout manifestation. Bethany spends the recording cuddling the anomaly in her arms. Update On 2021/03/29, Senior Researcher Charles Peterson3 had arrived to the facility considerably late, refusing to answer why. He was reportedly more lethargic and unmotivated than usual, performing poorly in his work as a result. Peterson was also informally dressed and had bags under his eyes, presumably due to a lack of rest. Peterson decided to spend his break period within his office, where he promptly fell asleep undisturbed. Moments later, SCP-6039 had unexpectedly manifested near Peterson, with its subsequent interactions being caught on tape. The recording is as follows: TRANSCRIPTION LOG [BEGIN LOG] [Peterson is quietly asleep in his office chair, resting his head atop his desk, stained with a clear liquid (later identified as tears). He holds on to a framed photograph.] [SCP-6039 manifests off-camera, as noted by the sudden flash of light. After a brief moment, it gradually approaches Peterson from behind, one step at a time. It stares at Peterson’s face.] [Once close enough to Peterson, SCP-6039 proceeds to silently embrace his left leg. Both parties remain in the same position for 23 minutes.] [After the time period, SCP-6039 lets go, glancing at Peterson’s face once more before abruptly de-manifesting. Peterson wakes up thereafter.] [Peterson briefly inspects his left leg before noticing the liquid stain on his desk. He takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and cleans it. Peterson then tidies himself up before exiting his office.] [END LOG] Following this, Peterson returned to normal conditions, though noted to have stated that "[he] had felt a warm sensation" when prompted regarding the footage above. No further abnormal activities pursued. A brief inspection of Peterson’s office revealed a crumpled-up note containing a crudely-written message. It reads: + Show Message - Hide Message I’m deeply sorry for you, sir. You must be devastated. He was quite the wonderful fellow, I agree. I thank you heavily for letting me take care of him whenever you’re away. And don’t worry, despite how time-consuming work can be, I’m sure he still loves you. ~ Bearsitter Investigation into Peterson’s activities outside the Foundation has discovered he had attended a funeral the day before dedicated to his late son, Nate Peterson, who recently passed away due to his rapidly declining health at the age of 11. Footnotes 1. See Update for more details. 2. The daughter of Audrey and Jeffery Neuston. 3. Head Researcher for SCP-6039 More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-4931 (+32) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-3204 (+72) • SCP-8184 (+8) • SCP-7735 (+31) • SCP-7156 (+21) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-6714 (+96) • SCP-6545 (+76) • SCP-6895 (+31) • SCP-5358 (+54) • SCP-7488 (+46) • SCP-7245 (+54) • Tales/GoI Formats ur typical unrequited love (+32) • Something's Burning (+40) • In Kirby's Case, Part I: An Antithesis (+11) • Goodnight, Sweet Dreams (+21) • A Taste For Sore Eyes (+12) • A Sinking Feeling (+26) • Anomalous Entity Engagement Division Orientation (+51) • man overboard! (+29) • Why Jones Marcel Should Be Employee of the Century (+11) • Roses And Thorns (+18) • Critter Profile: Miss Cassandra! (+37) • #WettleAppreciationPost (+135) • In an attempt to feel something. (+32) • water diet (+27) • People Care, Dear (+14) • Other froot froggo :) (+41) • a lack of care. (+28) • Certified Criminal (+36) • King CalcaRuler: Halloween Emperor (+29) • RESPOND: Telecommunications Monitoring Office Fanart (+48) • HELTHY: SCP-6780 Fanart (+29) • COMBUST: SCP-6057 Fanart (+22) • Collection Of Trolls (8999 Fanart) (+89) • 7K DOODLES (+72) • ENLIGHTENMENT: SCP-6059 Fanart (+42) • fading stars doodles (straight from my phone's sketchbook app) (+35) • DITTO: SCP-#### Fanart (+42) • NOTICED: SCP-7345 Fanart (+19) • ARTWITNESS: SCP-5843 Fanart (+30) • FISHER: SCP-2689 Fanart (+24) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6039" by winkwonkboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6039. Licensed under CC-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: Teddy Name: Little girl hugs teddy bear toy Author: shixart1985 License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-6040 | esoteric-class | Item#: 6040 Level2 Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Any new discovered instances of SCP-6040 near urban or inhabited areas are to be reported and recovered by available agents if possible. If recovery is impossible due to environmental factors or lack of resources, a report of active specimen must be completed and sent to zib.ssenisub|gnikcartwc#zib.ssenisub|gnikcartwc.1 Specimens in uninhabited areas are to be reported, but not recovered unless they exceed the size of 1.4 meters when extended. Individual specimens can easily be contained, but the Foundation cannot achieve containment of entire species because of its large population and many potential habitats across the world, due to the inherent need of appropriate and ethical housing for captured members of the species. Agents are recommended to ignore possible sightings of SCP-6040 unless there is clear evidence of the presence of a specimen engaging in predatory behavior. Captured subjects are to be sent to Wilson's Wildlife Solutions (WWS) for further care and study. Updates are to be transmitted in regular communications between WWS and USORPL-Site-64. If no specialized enclosures are currently available at WWS, specimens are to be temporarily kept in available facilities wherever possible . No currents plans are in motion for a specialized containment facility for specimens of SCP-6040. Subjects under study are to be kept with others specimens in a enclosure imitating a wooded natural environment with the minimum size of a kilometer, with an additional 100 meters per specimen once the number of 3 has been exceeded. A buffer zone near the access point entrance must be absent of any obstruction to the line of sight of cameras. Cameras are to be hidden or protected by a plexiglass enclosure. Walled surfaces near access point of enclosure must be smooth to discourage climbing behavior near door. Natural fauna such as insects, common reptiles, birds and fish (if facility can accommodate a river simulation) can be added to the enclosure to simulate natural environments. Mammals (of any size) should not be added unless researchers are trying to observe hunting behavior. After adjusting to new environment, subjects are generally docile as long as they are fed an adequate portion of meat (relative to their size) every week. In inhabited areas, local animal control specialists are to be contacted and hired on a need to know basis, if available, with agent giving them special instructions: animal is unknown, a rabid racoon or something. Capture of SCP-6040 can be completed with standard animal control equipment, with use of protective gear and tranquilizers guns. Once capture of specimen is complete, agents are to proceed administration of class A anesthetics on animal control specialists and any civilians that has had a clear view of specimens. Smaller captured specimens (less then 1.4 meters when extended) are to be sent in robust soundproofed cage (list of approved models can be requested at zib.ssenisub|gnikcartwc#zib.ssenisub|gnikcartwc) via mail (maximum package size of 3 meters), or delivered by hand to a nearby facility if possible. Research has demonstrated the ability of specimen surviving for 40 days without food, but shipping should be expedited if possible. Advance Capture Tactics with Mobile Task Force Assistance If complications arrive in the capture of a specimen of SCP-6040, or an incident involving a specimen of SCP-6040 meets one of the following criteria, the relevant mobile task force must be contacted: Contact MTF Epsilon-6: If a specimen exceeds safe capture size (extended size of +1.4 meters) in an inhabited area. If a specimen repeatedly avoids capture, and/or is gaining attention in the media. Contact MTF Lambda-12 : If a specimen exceeds safe capture size (extended size of +1.4 meters) in a mostly uninhabited area. MTF will conduct potential risk evaluation and determine if capture is necessary. If a specimen is deemed responsible of animal attacks on humans or deemed a man-eater. Specimens of 6040 will be dealt by relevant task force. Use of heavy duty tranquilizers and advanced netting recommended to facilitate capture. Specimens of SCP-6040 deemed to be responsible of animal attacks or deemed a man-eater will be dealt with extreme prejudice, with use of lethal force a possibility in the interest of preserving human life. Specimens captured by either task force are to be relocated to facility XRC-Site-91. Live specimens are to be contained on second-floor in additional SCP containment, with research in predatory behavior. Deceased specimens are to be stored in a sealed container before transport, with a solution 23% formaldehyde, 5% glutaraldehyde, 2% methanol, diluted in saline to avoid rapid decomposition of specimens. Specimens are to be moved to xenobiological research laboratory for dissection and genetic analysis. Description: SCP-6040, scientific name Nautilus venari vocem, is a species of predators of mammalian life forms, with a complex xenobiology that has been approximated to be closest in nature to cephalopods of terrestrial origin. The species is a nocturnal predator of small mammals. The species uses six extendable limbs to position itself out of view, often lying still before choking its prey to death with its center limbs. The species assimilate larynges of prey into their bodies, roughly parroting sounds of prey as part of their calling and hunting behavior. The species is characterized by bilateral body symmetry, a prominent head and six extendable jointed limbs resembling flat ended tentacles. Size of species is variable, but contracted size of species when limbs are retracted is generally (2/5) of full extended size. Species typically ranges from 0.6 meters to 1.2 meters. Eye organs occupy approximately 30% of the side of their heads, with a large chitinous beak at the bottom. Captured specimens of SCP-6040 have variations in body color, but the range extends from shades of brown to purple, with darker hue variants extending to black. Several spines are hidden under the skin and are only visible if the species exhibits defensive behaviors. Further analysis of the species biological and physiological traits can be read in adjacent notes: Short Notes on the Biology of the Nautilus Venari Vocem, by Dr. Edgar Fredericton + Click to expand notes. - Click to collapse NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The specifics of the creature's anatomy are hereby written from "SHORT NOTES ON THE BIOLOGY OF THE NAUTILUS VENARI VOCEM" taken from the research of the now deceased Dr. Edgar Fredericton, following an incident in his research with SCP-6040. SHORT NOTES ON THE BIOLOGY OF THE NAUTILUS VENARI VOCEM by Dr. Edgar Fredericton presented by yours truly I've done considerable research for the foundation, but I consider SCP-6040, known as the Nautilus venari vocem, my magnum opus. The species carries incredible genetic potential, and we have truly have much to learn from its unique biology. Without further due, please enrich yourself with the condensed form of my work on the N. venari vocem! FoldUnfold Table of Contents SHORT NOTES ON THE BIOLOGY OF THE NAUTILUS VENARI VOCEM Etymology Environment Skeletal Structure Xeno-transplantation, Respiratory, Digestive and Immune System Nervous System Muscular and Vascular System Hunting and Feeding Lifespan and Reproductive Behavior Communication, Sleep and Social Behavior Speculation on Origin Etymology Cognomen has been given by local residents according to regional folktales. SCP-6040 is thus known as cognomen Cat Warbler. Specifics of the etymology is rooted in the perception that SCP-6040's main prey consists of Felis catus, commonly known as house cats. This taxonomy is erroneous as research has proven that the species are opportunistic hunters that prey on various mammals, with specimens of Felis catus being a common prey as a result of coincidence because of the widespread and invasive nature of Felis catus in the world. More information is located in "Hunting and Feeding" section. Usage of the term Warbler seems to be related to the loosely defined quavering or "warbling" in the vocalizations of the species. See "Communication, Sleep and Social Behavior" section for elaboration on vocalization behaviors. After analysis of behavior, the name Nautilus venari vocem (N. venari vocem) is given to the species by Dr. Fredericton, given the hunting tactics of the species and in honor of the troubled history of the nomenclatures of specimens in the Nautilus genus.2 Note from the Doctor So I'm thinking to myself, why shouldn't I tell you readers more about the great mind behind all this research? If I can inspire any of you with my wisdom, I might as well share all of the real stuff behind my work. I'm just an ordinary man really, but who am I to judge? Ha! Ha! Environment Specimens of the species have been found across the world in various different climates. Species seems to occupy tropical, semiarid, mediterranean, humid continental, marine west coast, highlands, humid subtropical and humid continental weathers, with a clear preference for wooded areas. Species seem to avoid dry weather regions, such as desert, and extreme cold weather such tundra, subarctic or ice caps weather regions. Skeletal Structure Although SCP-6040 is most closely related to cephalopods, in regards to its general biology and brain functionality, the biggest divergence is that the species is not invertebrate. Dissections have shown an advanced skeletal structure composed of crystallized cartilage, with molecular resemblances to the cartilage of specimens of the Selachimorpha clade (commonly known as sharks). The resemblance ends on the molecular level as the bone structures are vastly different, shaped and organized to accommodate the unique hunting behavior of the species. More information is located in "Hunting and Feeding" section. Inside the head of the N. venari vocem lies a thick cranium protecting its primary brain from blunt impacts. Six flat ended tentacled limbs are attached to the side of the head, symmetrical in distancing. The front and back tentacles are capable of moving on a frontal axis, to permit movement. The middle tentacles are capable of moving on a sagittal axis and are able to connect with each other. Attached by spheroid joints, the tentacles contain the structure of pseudo-spinal columns, with a series of extendable muscles permitting the limbs to contract and adjust in height as needed. There is also unique spine mechanisms present in the specimens, as sections of spines are fused to bony nodules nested in the tissue of specimen with strands of collagen. When attacked, or feeling stress, the N. venari vocem can break the nodule connectors and force these various spines to protrude from their limbs or cranium, piercing their skin. The spines seem to be defensive as they do not serve in hunting of the prey of the N. venari vocem, potentially indicating an unknown predator of the species. Note from the Doctor Anyhow, these things have an amazing skeleton, they're like sharks had babies with squids and then God decided they were going to buy a bunch of spinal columns on sale? And whats that? They're gonna use them to rise up like my standing desk? Pffft! We rarely seen them pull out their spines too, although SCP-6040-4 sometimes does it out of habit. It's a real meanie to anything around. Maybe it's because it's so small? Xeno-transplantation, Respiratory, Digestive and Immune System The species has a highly specialized respiratory system, digestive and immune system. Composed of a series of smaller air sacks, their lungs are connected to the laryngeal area and pharynx without a trachea. As the species is not born with larynges, they have a set of extendable laryngeal jaws. A row of specialized needle like teeth is located inside of the jaw. Once N. venari vocem kill their prey, they rapidly eat their way to their larynges with their chitinous beak, and extend their laryngeal jaws to rip out their larynges. The newly acquired larynges will be integrated into the N. venari vocem’s bodies, their needle-like teeth providing blood and nerve endings to the new organs. An unknown protein compound named ████████ is generated in the specie's blood which seems directly responsible of successful integration of organs without a fatal immune response and necrosis of organs. Further research in the compound and the species's immune response might prove useful in developing heterologous transplants in human patients at XRC-Site-91. The remainder of the digestive system of the N. venari vocem is similar to Octopus vulgaris, or the common octopus, with the exception of an enlarged radula, capable of guiding food and blocking the connected segment of laryngeal area and pharynx area to avoid chocking on ingested items. Note from the Doctor Crazy things happened when we were studying the species, apparently they got a really large one that's been transferred to quote-unquote the cough facility cough 91 cough, not that I'm allowed there. They think it was eating horses and was moving on to bigger prey? We talk about them eating smaller mammals, but the only one I've studied that ate a horse was SCP-6040-1. Apparently, it was found in a barn after it got locked in by accident. It's the oldest one we got. Family thought they could see something outside their window whenever they were watching TV. Turns out SCP-6040-1 was the one doing the watching! Long story short, and lots of aggressive behavior later, but SCP-6040-1 gets an hour of color television per day if plays nice with other N. venari vocem! Nervous System The specie's nervous system is largely responsible of their classification as entities ressembling cephalopods. The N. venari vocem have multiple brains, with a main brain and several smaller brains, composed of nerve cells clusters, in each of the limbs. These "brains" or "clusters" are able to control the limbs independently, adjusting their height and position as needed. The nerve clusters appear to be communicate with each other as the N. venari vocem is able to perform several configurations rapidly within a short time. Effective configurations appear to be memorized when utilized frequently in their environment. Although the clusters seem to demonstrate long term memory for configurations, it is unknown if they are able to store complex information such memories. Possessing two camera-type eyes similar to cephalopods, they occupy roughly 30% of the side of their cranium. These enormous eyes are externally mounted to the skin and are very sensitive to light and movement. They required a large amount of energy from the N. venari vocem, requiring roughly 15% of their caloric intake per day. The species have advanced statocys to maintain their balance and hear frequencies in the range of a 100 to 64,000Hz. The species seems to have an intelligence correlation with the size of the specimen, with larger specimens generally showcasing more advanced behaviors then smaller ones. Working theories assume that this is due to a larger brain size compared to regular specimens. Is it theorized that the N. venari vocem is able to develop more advance hunting patterns when ingesting larger mammals, by growing in size to accommodate the larger larynx. Fringe theories suggest that the N. venari vocem grow after consuming hormones from more advanced or complex brains, but are only pure speculation because of the unethical actions required to pursue this line of research. Note from the Doctor I hear a lot from younger researchers that think the N. venari vocem can get smarter by eating brains. They're not zombies you juvenile idiots! I can't believe I had to include their stuff in my report. On a different note, I'm pretty sure those nerve clusters do a lot more then we think in the N. venari vocem. SCP-6040-5 was initially found with a gunshot wound from a backwards idiot that shot at it! It got permanent damage on part of its brain on the left side. It often accidentally drops its larynx when it moves around, so some part of the clusters must be compensating for the missing grey matter! Its kind of cute when it has a hard time walking… Muscular and Vascular System Most of the muscle mass of the N. venari vocem are composed of muscular hydrostats, structures composed of densely packed muscles. The unique extendable limb structures are possible due to low density and compressible fluid occupying the space between the segments of the pseudo-spinal columns. The muscles combined with the ball joints provide a large range of movement and complex configurations to allow the species to walk, climb and suspend itself in a variety of positions. The species possesses three hearts, one larger main heart for its primary vascular system and two smaller ones each for separate secondary vascular systems. The primary system is in charge of distributing oxygen from it lungs to its primary brain. The secondary systems on its left and right sides are in charge distributing secondary oxygen absorbed from its skin to its limbs, as well as maintaining the necessary pressure to compress the fluid in its limbs for extension and potential bursts of speed. Similar to cephalopods, the N. venari vocem utilizes haemocyanin for the transport of oxygen, giving its blood a blue color in an oxygenated state. The species utilizes a mostly closed circulatory system, as the species temporarily opens their circulatory system when assimilating larynges into their bodies. Note from the Doctor I really get excited when I look at the muscles of the N. venari vocem! Weird little dudes use them to get taller and stand over prey. You'd think they're trying to be spooky flamingos or something. I get creeped out sometimes when SCP-6040-1 just stands tall and stares at the cameras, I feel like it knows we're watching it. It goes to prove that we don't know much about why they do what they do! And it won't get more TV time by sulking in front of the cameras (it tried that for a while!) Ha! Ha! Hunting and Feeding Typical hunting behavior is not often observed in laboratory because of ethical concerns regarding feeding small mammals to members of the N. venari vocem. Pseudo-hunting behavior has been noticed in captive specimens of the species, although behavior has since been re-categorized as a form of playful behavior. Coincidental observations of the species in the wild have demonstrated general hunting behavior of the species: The species has a tendency to eat fresh prey in large quantities and does not eat for a period of approximately two weeks once it is full. Research has shown subjects entering a form of hibernation if unable to drink water for over 4 days. It can survive up to 40 days without food or water, but it will die if starved for longer. The species does not typically hunt cold blooded creatures or members of the Ornithurae clade (modern feathered birds). These are ignored unless the creature is starved and none of their typical prey are available. The species takes advantage of its darker skin coloring to mask themselves in the dark. Their hunting behavior is strictly nocturnal, although they are frequently active in the day. Typical behavior of species consists of specimens perching themselves into trees, or in elevated positions sheltered from view. They will stand motionless until a prey passes under them. If no cover is available, they stand above nests, dens, or small passageways with their limbs extended, awaiting for prey. The species use their two central legs as a battering ram to break the prey's neck, or choke them to death with continued pressure. Smaller specimens are often without larynges. They hunt for smaller prey until they are able to kill and assimilate their first larynges into their bodies. If they possess larynges assimilated from prey, they will parrot sounds heard from prey. These imitations are not perfect, with a warbling quality to them. The species do not inherently know how to imitate calls from prey. They can learn calls upon hearing them frequently and will incorporate them in their vocalizations upon practicing with compatible larynges. Utilizing vocalizations, the species imitates prey calls in hunting behavior. They typically attract a member of the species or a predator of the species. When the species captures larger prey, they have a tendency to eject their currently assimilated larynges by expelling them from their laryngeal jaw in favor of assimilating the larynges from their larger prey. Specimens assimilating new larynges have a period of adjustment in which they try to reproduce previous emulated calls. They may be incapable of emulating previous learned calls if new larynges are incompatible with the sounds that were emulated. Note from the Doctor The folks have "ethical concerns" about giving cats and dogs to the N. venari vocem. We should be giving the species proper prey if we want to study their natural behavior! They've been talking of trying to use robots and scents to imitate prey, but who are they kidding? We don't have the budget, they have to pay my salary after all! Lifespan and Reproductive Behavior Current lifespan is unknown. First recovered subject SCP-6040-1 was found on December 20th, 1951. Thus far, none of the subjects in captivity have died from old age. Members of the species can continue growing indefinitely if fed in excess, but most specimens do no eat more then needed unless they are fed live prey. Origin of the species is unknown and subject of debate. It is theorized that the species could have been around for longer then initial discovery of SCP-6040-1, but no fossilized proof has been recovered, as carcasses in the wild do not leave discernible traces upon digestion or decomposition. No reproductive behavior has been notes in the species, and specimens do not appear to be gendered or possess reproductive systems. Note from the Doctor It must have been one hell of a Christmas when they first found SCP-6040-1. I heard rumors that we keep finding bigger specimens like it, but we don't get them at six-four! I've been asking to transfer or at least get clearance for site nine-one research. Guess this shark is stuck with the little fish for a while longer! Gosh, I am brilliant! I guess the losers at nine-one need time to get sunglasses before they can handle a man like me! Communication, Sleep and Social Behavior The members of the N. venari vocem use vocalization outside of interactions with prey. Typical behavior hunting behavior during nighttime will be imitation of animal calls or cries of pain to attract further prey. They have been observed to occasionally practice vocalizations parroting sounds previously heard. They have been observed practicing vocalizations to scare animals away, with a playful type of behavior in regards to members of the Ornithurae clade, particularly songbirds. They are not mammalian, and although they possess larynges, these do not vocalize, instead use a syrynx organ to produce sound. Members of the N. venari vocem will occasionally attempt to imitate songbird vocalizations with little success, and try to approach them out of curiosity. Note from the Doctor I guess we're lucky the SCP-6040 don't have wings! SCP-6040-1 used to climb above the entry door of its enclosure! They had to smooth out the surfaces of the walls and add some reinforced windows so it could look out and stop trying to get a jump on the researchers! They're thinking of adding a wall mounted TV behind the window so it can watch it whenever it wants. A bad idea if you ask me! Performing a form of rest during day time, occupying empty nests in trees or dens taken from prey, they will retract their limbs in an attempt to hide. They do not sleep for a set period of time, with the longest catalogued time seen sleeping being 84 minutes without activity, and the average time of sleeping sessions being estimated at 15 minutes. The species tends to sleep 8 to 12 hours per day, with sessions being spread out mostly through the day and rarely at night. The N. venari vocem appear to be social in nature, as they display pseudo-hunting behavior (or playful behavior) even when they are not hunting for prey to feed. They have been observed to kill prey without feeding, and in the absence of other members of their species, have a tendency to displace cold blooded animals (such as fish or reptiles) using their limbs. Example of such behavior is using limbs to poke a fish or reptile, or attempting to move said animals in different positions. They have been observed to follow other animals out of curiosity (while keeping themselves hidden). This playful behavior may serve in learning vocalizations of prey as the N. venari vocem do not inherently know how to imitate the vocalizations of prey and have to learn specifics calls by observing behavior and hearing them repeatedly. Playful behavior has also been successfully reproduced using moving toys such as robotic imitations of animals. Interactions between members of the N. venari vocem are unique as members with different larynges may not be able to produce the same sounds. Members have been known to reproduce sounds learned from other members of their species if they have compatible larynges. The species does not have language or coherent speech patterns, as every interaction between members is unique, and cannot necessarily be reproduced by other specimens. Specimens have also demonstrated a unique signaling behavior only performed with other members of the species, named "cartwheeling". Using their limbs, they perform a rapid rotation of their limbs to cartwheel on themselves, completing a full rotation towards the left, before cartwheeling to the right into their initial position. This behavior has also been performed by some specimens towards researchers that regularly interact with them. This has been theorized as a display of security towards them, or that the researchers are considered a N. venari vocem by the specimen.3 Opposite to the cartwheel behavior is a signaling display of aggression, called "posing". The signaling member will plant its limbs straight and firmly into the ground, extending itself to its largest possible size, and if they possess larynges, use the loudest vocalization they have learned in an attempt to intimate. Specimens have been classified into 3 general behaviors: Social: Individual participates in group behavior with frequent exchange of vocalizations, following others specimens, and performing signaling "cartwheel" behavior. Loner: Individual rarely participates in group behavior, rarely vocalizes outside of hunting behavior and spends time alone. Rarely performs signaling "cartwheel" behavior. Aggressive: Individual disrupts group behavior with no predictable pattern, utilizing posing behavior towards individuals, and using its beak to harass or wound other individuals. Note from the Doctor I have to say its kind of sad that some of them like to be alone. I guess some would say they can relate but that's not me! Talking about being social, but SCP-6040-3 was actually raised by a family that kept it after it ate the corpse of their old dog! They were going to bury him in their backyard, but I guess they thought it was doggie Jesus when it barked like Old Sparky used to! Hilarious!!! They must have a hell of hard time in the early weeks and were pretty good at hiding it! That being said, SCP-6040-3 loves to play fetch with the researchers and is pretty popular with the other specimens! Speculation on Origin Specific evolutionary origin of species is under research as the genetic make-up of the species is carbon based, with protein chains that are digestible and absent of general toxicity. Attempts to place the species in an phylogenetic tree is subject of debate, as in-depth analysis of genetics demonstrate no terrestrian genetic ancestor. Two speculative theories have emerged in regards to their genetic ancestry: (I) The species originates from an alternate carbon-based dimension with an entirely different evolutionary speciation, adapted for unknown environments. (II) The species has been designed from carbon-based creatures by an intelligent creator, for reasons unknown. Note from the Doctor I finally get to be with the big boys! That's right, yours truly is being transferred to the mystery nine-of-one building. On my first tour of the job site some idiot security guard told me I wouldn't even last a day! WeLl gUeSs wHo hAs a PhD aNd wHo hAsN't Mr. GuArD??? Somebody call an ambulance, this guy got burneeed!!! Those idiots shouldn't even talk to me! I showed those naysayers who the biggest guy in the room was! Oh who you ask? That's right, me! Interview with Agent Bloom on Civilian Encounter of SCP-6040-5 + Click for interview transcript - Click to collapse Foreword: Identities and location redacted to protect subjects. Interview with civilian subject Mr. ████████ that encountered SCP-6040-5 in ████████████████, █████████. Mr. ████████ had assisted two civilian animal control employees from ██████████ in capturing subject SCP-6040-5. Animal control employees had been administered class A anesthetics as soon as SCP-6040-5 had been recovered. Foundation Records and Information Security control procedure enacted with no photos or messages leaked from civilians subjects. Agent Bloom assumed role of local law enforcement for interview. <Begin Log> Mr. ████████ : Thanks for listening to my story. I swear, everybody thinks I'm losing my mind, talking 'bout my gran's old stories. Agent Bloom : No worries, Mr. ████████, I am not here to judge you, only to listen and help you process what you believe you saw. Mr. ████████ : (angry grumble and a pause) …WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT I THINK I SAW?!?! Agent Bloom : (silent pause from Agent Bloom) …Mr. ████████. I think we got off on the wrong foot. I'm sorry if I've offended you, I've worded myself poorly. I don't mean to say what you've experienced isn't real. Mr. ████████ : (grumbling and a sigh) …I'm sorry Mr. Bloom. I'm just so tired of people calling me crazy over this! Even the animal control people are telling me they never saw it, even after I called them and they captured it! Craziest thing too, when I talked to them later, they said I called but never left them a message! I paid those assholes cash and now they're pretending they never helped me catch the damn monster! Agent Bloom : What did they have Mr. ████████? You are talking about a monster, but you still haven't told me what you say they captured. Mr. ████████ : Its the damn Cat Warbler that's what! Agent Bloom : A Cat Warbler? Like some sort of bird or cat? Mr. ████████ : No! No! A Cat Warbler, a damned Cat Warbler Mr. Bloom! Agent Bloom : I'm sorry, Mr. ████████, what do you mean by Cat Warbler? I don't believe I've ever heard someone talk about a Cat Warbler before. Mr. ████████ : (grumbling) It's a damn storybook monster if I've ever heard of one! My 'gran used to tell me stories before going to bed, and it used to give me nightmares! Agent Bloom : I'm sorry Mr. ████████, but I've never heard of a Cat Warbler in a storybook before. Mr. ████████ : I can't blame yah… Its more of a story that's been passed down in my family. Always said out-loud, never written down, but when I first saw it, I knew it was a goddamned Cat Warbler! I can never remember it exactly, but I got it on tape! and I got my 'gran, god bless her soul, to tell it to me one last time before she passed. She didn't know I was taping her of course! Agent Bloom : On tape? Are you saying that you have a recording of this story Mr. ████████? Mr. ████████ : Yep! The one and only recording! (Mr. ████████ pulls out a Panasonic RQ-2102 Portable Cassette Recorder). Agent Bloom : Are we able to listen to this tape Mr. ████████? Mr. ████████ : Why do you think I brought it!?! I want you to listen, to believe. Once you hear it, you'll know what I mean by monster! (Mr. ████████ presses play on the cassette player, and it starts with an audible crack.) Cassette Player (recording) : (a female elderly crackling voice narrates a story). Deep in the night, The cat warbler’s slight, You hear tomcats fight At your windows, every time! The cat warbler’s bite, Too quiet with no light At your windows, reunite Tomcats hiss and yowl in spite The cat warbler’s delights, You hear tomcats right? At your windows, not this time! Deep is your plight, The cat warbler’s fright! (shaking voice) …promise me ████████, please don’t ever open your door when you hear strange sounds late at night! Mr. ████████ (recording) : ‘Gran, we’ve been over this I’m a grown ass man and I can open my door if I want to shoot the damn tomcats keeping me up… (recording stops). Mr. ████████ : Umm. (Short pause). I'm sorry about that last part, but you hear how creepy that story is? Its some kind of monster that eats cats and tries to come eat people or something! Agent Bloom : It certainly is scary Mr. ████████, but I don't know how a story is proof of anything? Now is that the only recording? Mr. ████████ : Oh crap! It is the only recording, I should do something about that huh? But you've got yourself a recording now too! We better make copies or the G-Men are going to get it! Agent Bloom : (laughs) Very funny Mr. ████████! I sure am feeling tired, and I need a little sugar before we keep going! Are you in the mood for some donuts, maybe a cup of coffee? Mr. ████████ : Coffee sounds great! I take mine with 2 sugars and a boatload of cream! Agent Bloom : No problem, as for donuts I only have sour-cream glazed! Will that do the trick Mr. ████████? Mr. ████████ : Wow, you're one hospitable guy huh Mr.Bloom? We need more folks like you asking the real questions! And I'll take donuts if you got them! <End Log> Closing Statement: Panasonic RQ-2102 Portable Cassette Recorder and recording recovered from Mr. ████████. Class B anesthetics are administered in cup of coffee consumed by Mr. ████████. Agent Bloom performed two more cover interviews and declared the incident as a short stress-related hallucination to local residents. Mr. ████████ has been recommended a psychiatrist with a free first session. Catalogued Specimens at Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Subject Skin Pigment Size (Retracted/Extended) General Behavior Nickname Assimilated Larynx Species SCP-6040-1 Dark Purple 0.71/1.83 meters Social Doc Equus caballus SCP-6040-2 Black 0.38/1.01 meter Loner Bashful Felis catus SCP-6040-3 Brown 0.55/1.52 meters Social Happy Canis lupus familiaris SCP-6040-4 Purple 0.34/0.90 meters Aggressive Grumpy Sciurus vulgaris SCP-6040-5 Grey 0.46/1.21 meters Social Dopey F. catus SCP-6040-6 Brown 0.53/1.50 meters Loner Sleepy C. familiaris SCP-6040-7 Light Purple 0.49/1.32 meters Social Sneezy Procyon lotor ACCESS SCP-6040 FILES ON WWS DATABASE - DISCONNECT SEARCHING FOR SCP-6040— ERROR 59 of 60 FILES CORRUPTED— DISPLAYING SEARCH RESULTS— FUNNY TIDBITS ABOUT N. VENARI VOCEM BEHAVIOR BY DR. EDGAR FREDERICTON The funny ways the N. venari vocem interact with researchers! SCP-6040-1 "DOC" The funniest guy, he watches cameras with his eyes! SCP-6040-2 "BASHFUL" He hides in a moat, what a gentle soul! SCP-6040-3 "HAPPY" The friendliest of them all, he comes to play ball! SCP-6040-4 "GRUMPY" Smallest of the lot, he tried to choke staff on the spot! SCP-6040-5 "DOPEY" He follows the rest and gets bit on the head! SCP-6040-6 "SLEEPY" Doesn't really eat, but sleeps in his tree! SCP-6040-7 "SNEEZY" He might be a bit sick, he drops his larynx when he trips! Footnotes 1. Note that this email address may be subject to change, as inconspicuous cover emails addresses are rotated out upon unsolicited inquiry by non Foundation members. 2. Dr. Fredericton reminds staff that the species has to be referred by proper name. Some staff members have been caught calling the species by erroneous term "daddy long-legs" and will face disciplinary action on continued infractions. Accepted names are "Cat Warbler" in regards to folktale or scientific name Nautilus venari vocem. 3. IT IS NOT RECOMMENDED RESEARCHERS ATTEMPT TO CARTWHEEL AT SIGNALING N. VENARI VOCEM WITHOUT PROPER TRAINING FOLLOWING INCIDENT WITH SCP-6040-4 |
SCP-6041 | euclid | SCP-6041 in the process of testing. Item #: SCP-6041 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6041 is to be contained within an Anomalous Vehicle Containment Bay in Site-43 when not in use. Personnel entering SCP-6041-1 are to refrain from interacting with the environment whenever possible unless partaking in testing. Testing with SCP-6041 has been suspended until further notice. Current objectives are to prevent and mitigate the growth of SCP-6041-A. Description: SCP-6041 is an object resembling an industrial scissor lift. At a distance, SCP-6041 appears to be made of standard materials compared to non-anomalous models. However, if a sentient being moves in close proximity while maintaining eye contact with SCP-6041, the object is perceived to be made of various types of anomalously durable paper, primarily cardboard, newspaper, and multicolored confetti. SCP-6041's main anomalous property becomes active when it is operated1 and extended beyond 12 meters. Additional scissor arms will emerge from the chassis, allowing SCP-6041 to ascend further; there is currently no known limit to this extension. All manifested scissor arms will sink and demanifest into the chassis upon descent. If one or more sentient beings are inside the confines of the platform as SCP-6041 ascends beyond 12 meters, subjects will report that their surroundings have drastically changed. These changes can be witnessed in person and by photography/videography. Examples of changes include: Buildings and bridges are replaced by cardboard replicas and popsicle sticks respectively; all buildings have windows and doors drawn onto them in crayon; All metallic objects are wrapped in thick sheets of tinfoil; All bodies of water that appear are represented by pieces of blue paper, with the ocean appearing as multiple blue wool blankets overlapping each other; All earthly terrain appear to be composed of modeling clay, with the color of the clay matching the composition of the area; All humans, animals, anomalous entities, vehicles, and inanimate objects are depicted as plastic models constructed from ceramic material. These models are the exact size of their real-life counterparts. All models with the exception of inanimate objects are affixed to stands; the positions and posture of these models change constantly when not directly observed; All airborne entities and objects are suspended by thin strands of string. The length of the string is undetermined as it appears to extend indefinitely towards the sky. These changes are reversed upon complete descent. If a subject descends without operating SCP-6041 (jumping off the platform, climbing down the scissor arms, crossing over to another high-rise object etc.) the changes will remain and outside observers will witness subjects spontaneously disappearing. Subjects are capable of traversing this environment by foot while maintaining their endurance indefinitely. Subjects can only exit this environment by reentering the platform and descending with SCP-6041. Discovery: SCP-6041 was recovered from San Juan Capistrano, California in the aftermath of a minor car collision which resulted in the damage of five separate vehicles. The owner of the car who caused the collision was in the middle of explaining why he was not to blame to another individual involved in the crash before strong winds removed the tarp of the car hauler attached to his vehicle, revealing SCP-6041. After SCP-6041's perception shifting properties became apparent to nearby civilians, the driver fled the area. Notes recovered from the vehicle claimed that the owner, Michael Ferry (designated PoI-4857) was an avid fan of GoI-0267 ("Are We Cool Yet?"). PoI-4857 stated that he found SCP-6041 by accident within the premises of an abandoned paper mill and had been attempting to bring the anomalous object back to his residence in hopes of integrating himself further into the anartist community. All witnesses were amnesticized and SCP-6041 was transported to Site-43 without incident. A search priority was issued for PoI-4857 but no further sightings have been reported since. + ACCESS SCP:/6041/Test Log/JM-498/JM-390 - Close File Addendum-01, Testing: Shortly after containment, it became apparent that the visual changes experienced by subjects were in actuality SCP-6041 crossing over to a dimension parallel to our own. It was also revealed that any physical interaction in this dimension (hereby referred to as SCP-6041-1) will directly correspond to our own. SCP-6041-1 can be affected through physical interaction in our own dimension as well, albeit to a limited degree. A series of tests were commenced under Lead Researcher Jennings to test the limits of SCP-6041-1. Materials Required: One water hose, one wooden pole (1.5 meters), JM2-498, JM-390. Test Parameters: The hose will be used to create a large puddle on the ground. JM-498 and JM-390 are to operate SCP-6041 and enter SCP-6041-1. JM-498 is tasked with walking across the puddle. JM-390 is tasked with crawling under the puddle with use of the pole. Result: JM-498 walks across and immediately sinks into the puddle. JM-498 flounders around for 17 seconds before swimming to the other side, physically exhausted. JM-390 reluctantly approaches the puddle. JM-390 uses the pole to lift up a small section of the puddle to his surprise. JM-390 adjusts the pole upright and crawls underneath the puddle without difficulty. JM-390 comments that the experience was enjoyable to the annoyance of JM-498. Notes: All bodies in water in SCP-6041-1 universally possess a greater depth than our dimensions' counterparts. Observers outside of SCP-6041-1 noticed a section of the puddle hovering above the ground, following an unidentified mass traveling under the water before dissipating. Materials Required: SCP-6041, JM-498, JM-390, one hedge trimmer, one bowling ball. Test Parameters: Testing is to commence far away from major population centers. JM-498 and JM-390 are to be provided with the hedge trimmer and the bowling ball. They are to operate SCP-6041, enter SCP-6041-1 and ascend high into the troposphere3. They are to approach one of the clouds and sever the string, after which they are to tie the end of the string to the bowling ball. Result: SCP-6041 is positioned under a small cloud. JM-498 and JM-390 ascend and enter SCP-6041-1 as instructed. JM-498 initially approaches the string with the hedge trimmers but suddenly presses them into JM-390's hand, citing that he has a better reach than him4. JM-390 sighs and approaches the cloud and cuts the string without difficulty. The cloud slowly floats to the ground. JM-390 grabs the string and ties it around the bowling ball. Once confident it won't slip from the string, both personnel descend and exit SCP-6041-1. Notes: The cloud recovered was found to be tangible to solid matter and displays properties consistent with cotton. The bowling ball was found to be suspended in midair. Once removed from the string, the bowling ball's anomalous properties ceased. Attempts to reattach the cloud to the string failed. The cloud was designated an anomalous object and placed in storage. Materials Required: JM-498, JM-390, one shovel, one steel block, one knife, various types of colored clay. Test Parameters: The steel cube is to be placed near SCP-6041. JM-498 and JM-390 are to operate SCP-6041, and enter SCP-6041-1. JM-498 and JM-390 are provided the shovel and clay, and the knife respectively. JM-498 is tasked with digging out a section of the floor and replacing it with the clay. JM-390 is tasked with removing the tinfoil from the cube. Result: JM-498 and JM-390 operated SCP-6041 and entered SCP-6041-1. JM-390 removed the tinfoil with the knife, revealing a smaller cube constructed of cardboard underneath. JM-498 dug several holes and filled them with clay coloured yellow, white, and green. Upon exiting SCP-6041-1, it was found that the metal shavings and the cube had transmuted into tinfoil and cardboard respectively. The holes that were dug up had been filled with sand, snow, and grass. Notes: SCP-6041-1 has the potential to transmute matter in our dimension if certain measures are taken. Materials Required: JM-498, JM-390, one instance of Sus domesticus5. Test Parameters: The pig is to be released near SCP-6041, with leftovers from the cafeteria used to keep it stationary. JM-498 and JM-390 are to operate SCP-6041 and enter SCP-6041-1. They are then tasked to move the pig around various spots near SCP-6041. Result: JM-498 and JM-390 approached and moved the model. Outside observation showed the pig levitating off the ground and moving in the same direction as JM-498 and JM-390. Midway through the test, JM-498 accidently lost his grip on the model allowing it to shatter on the ground. The pig suddenly stopped in midair before impacting the ground, shattering in the same manner. Despite its injuries, the pig neither expired nor bled out. The pig was returned to normal after arranging the broken pieces back in place and gluing them together. Notes: The models are more fragile compared to non-anomalous counterparts. Extra precautions are now to be used when interacting with objects in SCP-6041-1 Materials Required: SCP-6041, JM-498, JM-390. Test Parameters: JM-498 and JM-390 are to operate SCP-6041 and enter SCP-6041-1. They are to ascend as high as possible to test the spatial regions of SCP-6041-1. Result: (See Addendum-02) Addendum-02, Incident 6041-1: Following extensive testing, SCP-6041 received the attention of Site-43's Arms and Equipment Section due to the nature of its anomalous properties. It was suggested that SCP-6041 could be used not only for reconnaissance, but also as a tool for combatting dangerous anomalies without undue risk. As a result, SCP-6041 was considered for reclassification to Thaumiel-class. Before further discussions on the subject of SCP-6041 could be scheduled, Section Chair Dr. T. Bremmel authorized a final test. The purpose of this test was to confirm if there was an equivalent to outer space within SCP-6041-1 in hopes of opening the possibility of assisting space-related endeavors. JM-498 and JM-390 were tasked with following the strings of SCP-6041-1 via SCP-6041 and reporting what they saw. + ACCESS SCP:/6041/incident/JM-498/JM-390 - Close File [BEGIN LOG] JM-498: Wow… we are very high from the ground. [The perspective is taken from JM-498 and JM-390's body cameras. SCP-6041 has entered the thermosphere; it is nighttime and a vast proportion of the countryside and suburban areas are visible. JM-390 whistles.] JM-390: This is the most fresh air I've gotten all day! What do you think—really? [JM-390 turns to JM-498, whom is closing his eyes and gripping the hand rail tightly. JM-390 rolls his eyes.] JM-498: Are we in outer space yet? JM-390: No. Why are you— JM-498: I don't like heights, and I'm high up. Do I need to spell it out? JM-390: It doesn't even look that bad. Knock it off, the view's pretty. JM-498: I don't care if it's pretty, I'm not looking. I can barely make out the ground, I'm getting cold and this lift doesn't look stable! This is terrifying, you know and I'm not the only one. My parents wouldn't like this, my friends wouldn't like this, even infants are afraid of heights! Scientifically proven, look it up! I'm just g— JM-390: Okay, fine. Be scared if you want to, just quit whining. The sooner we see stars, the sooner we get this over. So… [JM-498 snarls as he takes a deep breath and tilts his head up. JM-390 continues to look down from the platform. JM-498 opens his eyes and emits a silent gasp.] JM-498: Stop the lift. JM-390: Dude! If the height thing is bothering you that much, then just— just look up or whatever. JM-498: I am. [JM-390, visibly confused turns to follows JM-498's gaze. The atmosphere above them has been spontaneously replaced by a ceiling, painted to have the appearance of a starry night sky. JM-390 silently curses as SCP-6041 is quickly approaching the ceiling.] JM-498: Stop the lift. JM-390 rushes to the controls and tries to pull on the lever; the lever is stuck. The ceiling is only a meter away from SCP-6041. JM-498: Stop the lift! JM-390: I'm trying! It's stuck! JM-498: Try harder! We're almost gonna— oh shit! [JM-498 and JM-390 jump to the floor and press themselves close to the ground. SCP-6041 makes contact with the ceiling. The sound of glass breaking is audible as shards fall on the platform and both personnel. JM-390 and JM-498 both grab for the lever and pull on it. Their combined strength frees the lever and SCP-6041 ceases ascending. The scenery past the ceiling shows the background as a multitude of black blankets covered in shiny glitter. Mars is visible and is represented by a large foam ball painted in red.] JM-498: …Wow. This… actually this isn't that bad. It's pretty, beautiful even. Ha. Okay, we've seen outer space. I think we can go back now… huh? What? [JM-390 doesn't respond to JM-498 and is looking below the platform, his mouth agape. JM-498 hesitantly approaches the handrailing and leans over. A massive hole is situated where SCP-6041 has emerged. JM-498 crouches and inspects one of the shards, a piece of glass painted dark purple on one side. JM-390 silently curses to himself.] JM-498: Oh… yeah… that's going to be a problem isn't it? [END LOG] Unfortunately, the equivalent of the sky in SCP-6041-1 became damaged in the process, causing our own to become affected. A section of the thermosphere and exosphere spontaneously disappeared, leaving a massive hole in the atmosphere 20 km above ground (hereby designated SCP-6041-A). Several anomalous objects were found near the bottom of SCP-6041 resembling thin gas-like shards that visually resemble the sky when observed from below. These shards were intangible in our dimension but not in SCP-6041-1; as such, it was possible to collect them. While outer space can be seen within SCP-6041-A, no air suction has been present around the anomaly and caused no detrimental effects to the surrounding atmosphere. Since SCP-6041-A was visible from the ground, containment procedures have been updated to conceal the anomaly through the use of an A.H.P.6 attached to a Foundation satellite. All future tests and proposals involving SCP-6041 were postponed until the issue of SCP-6041-A has been resolved. Addendum-03, Escalation: Twelve days after the manifestation of SCP-6041-A, it was found that the anomaly was slowly growing in size. This corresponded with the hole inside SCP-6041-1; the hole was cracking further and pieces of the ceiling were breaking off. Of greater concern was the fact that even though the damage to SCP-6041-A would not result in the destruction of the atmosphere, it could cause a BK-Class "Broken Masquerade" scenario if not rectified. Emergency protocols were activated and significant resources were dedicated to containment, and if possible, complete termination of SCP-6041-A. In addition to being a spatial and dimensional anomaly, further analysis proved SCP-6041 was also an ontokinetic anomaly as it was found to emit low levels of Humes. Lead Researcher Jennings submitted a proposal: a flying drone with an attached Scranton Reality Anchor would approach the anomaly, with two others capable of directed thaumaturgical intervention following to assist. It was theorized that if SRAs were to be deployed near SCP-6041-A, it would dissipate or at least be negated. Contrary to expectations, the growth rate of SCP-6041-A increased exponentially; Lead Researcher Jennings was demoted and the new position was taken by Doctor Barnes. SCP-6041-A eventually reached a radius of 150 meters and the A.H.P. had extreme difficulty covering the anomaly. Reports emerged of the appearance of more shards in nearby towns. MTF Rho-43 ("Home Invaders") was deployed to retrieve the shards and to amnesticize all witnesses. While the shards were recovered, MTF Rho-43 failed to fully prevent the information from leaking across civilian populations. This necessitated the production of "Chicken Little 2: The World's Gone Nuts!"7by the Foundation front company Secret Cut Productions as a cover story after purchasing the rights from the Walt Disney Company. Lead Researcher Barnes drafted another proposal involving retrieving the shards and reattaching them to the hole in SCP-6041-1. A large amount of shards were recovered; the damage to the ceiling was reversed when the edges of the hole and shards were pressed against each other, allowing the fissure to disappear. This reduced SCP-6041-A's size to 105 meters, but did not stop its rate of growth; if allowed to continue, it would soon return to its former size. The area was intensively searched for the remaining shards but none were located. With the prospect of the resource drain of SCP-6041-A being unacceptable, Lead Researcher Barnes sought a more viable solution. Since the remaining shards were missing, he drafted a final proposal which involved creating a substitute for the empty spaces in the hole. A massive sheet of paper measuring 120 meters in perimeter was constructed and painted mostly cyan with large blotches of white on it. Personnel were able to prop the sheet up into SCP-6041-1 with great difficulty and were able to cover the hole with it through the use of nineteen rolls of duct tape. The threat posed by SCP-6041-A was neutralized and expansion ceased. However, SCP-6041-A was replaced by the sheet and demonstrates the same anomalous properties as the shards. Because of this the A.H.P. had to remain active. "Chicken Little 2: The World's Gone Nuts!" performed extremely badly at the box office; critics scrutinize the film on the grounds of poor use of CGI, the plot being nonsensical, and having its rating changed to R compared to the previous installment. Furthermore the "furry community" also viciously condemned the movie for replacing the anthropomorphic animal characters with humans for no apparent reason. The director in charge of the production was fired and Secret Cut Productions went bankrupt. Although containment required extensive resources, Lead Researcher Barnes was pleased with the results citing that he and his team were able to neutralize SCP-6041-A in its prior form; he took credit for being the one to prevent the BK-Class Scenario from occurring. Addendum-04, Broken Masquerade Scenario: On the day Lead Researcher Barnes scheduled for a celebration of his staff's successful neutralization of SCP-6041-A, the North Korea incident occurred, leading to an immediate BK-Class Scenario and the lifting of the Veil. Lead Researcher Barnes cancelled the celebration. Footnotes 1. SCP-6041 does not require electricity or gasoline to function 2. Janitorial and Maintenance Staff 3. Subjects are not hindered by oxygen deprivation whist in SCP-6041-1 4. It should be noted that JM-498 was clinically diagnosed with acrophobia before being recruited as Janitorial and Maintenance Technician 5. Domestic pig. 6. Antimemetic Holographic Projector; a large experimental device capable of imbuing a target with antimemetic properties through the use of non-ionizing radiation and thaumaturgy. 7. The live-action sequel to the The 2005 film Chicken Little. The narrative details the sky actually falling due to the actions of a hostile alien empire. Chicken Little (Played by Actor Andrew Lincoln) is tasked to not only repair the sky but to save the galaxy from plunging into civil war with the help of his friends. |
SCP-6042 | euclid | Item#: 6042 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All foundation personnel must be aware of SCP-6042's existence and nature. Any personnel affected by SCP-6042, henceforth refered to as SCP-6042-A, must immediately contact Hotline-6042, in order to prevent any unnecessary investigation of their disappearance. SCP-6042-A instances must walk through a hinged door within 15 minutes of noticing SCP-6042's effects. Any SCP-6042-A instances exiting SCP-6042 must be submitted to a psychological evaluation to assess if they are fully relieved from SCP-6042's effects and can be returned to foundation duty. Any personnel suffering from Late Entry syndrome must be terminated. Description: SCP-6042 is a 6x4m cabin located in a pocket dimension resembling a boreal forest. The cabin's furniture includes a bed, a table, a chair, a fireplace, and a shelf stacked with several unlabelled tin-cans. Following a not yet understood pattern1 SCP-6042 will affect a single member of Foundation personnel2. SCP-6042-A will see any opened hinged door as leading inside SCP-6042, and feel compelled to walk through. That feeling will intensify over the course of approximately 75 minutes after SCP-6042-A becomes aware of SCP-6042's effects. If the 75 minutes limit is reached, SCP-6042-A will become totally obsessed by the idea of walking through a door, and rush towards any they'll see. At this stage, SCP-6042-A is no longer capable of coherent speech, or even actions as basic as drinking or eating. SCP-6042-A will remain in that state until crossing a door, or expiring. Once SCP-6042-A walks through a door, they will enter the pocket dimension, and won't be able to leave or contact the exterior for a period varying between 13 minutes and 23 hours. During that period, SCP-6042-A will engage in activities associated with vacations in a forest cabin such as fishing, wood whittling, bird watching or skipping stones. SCP-6042-A will be entirely focused on these activities, and won't leave the vicinity of the cabin, even if ordered to do so before entry. After that period, the door of SCP-6042 will lead SCP-6042-A back to the point of entry. After exiting SCP-6042, SCP-6042-A instances will retain a vague memory of the period spent in the pocket dimension. Affected personnel with an entry time above 75 minutes will in 100% of cases suffer from Late Entry syndrome, an obsession for doors growing in intensity after their return from SCP-6042. Over the span of a few days, they will return to the stage where they frantically run through every door they see, without being able to enter SCP-6042 again, until they expire or are terminated3. Late Entry syndrome has also been observed, although very rarely, in cases with time of entry below 75 minutes, down to a minimum of 17 minutes. Under 10 minutes after SCP-6042-A leaves SCP-6042 or expires before entry, another member of Foundation personnel will be affected by SCP-6042. + Addendum 6042-1 : LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED - CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Addendum 6042-1: On 05/06/1997, Dr. Nassar was affected by SCP-6042. He left SCP-6042 after 6 days, on 11/06/1997. A study of his case was opened under the direction of Dr. Hurtson, lead researcher on SCP-6042, in order to gather information about his abnormally long stay. On 13/06/1997 Dr. Hurston was authorized to interview Dr. Nassar using Compound ATA-024. While the interview did not bring up new informations regarding SCP-6042, several erased memories revealed Dr. Nassar to be a sleeper agent from GOI Alpha-019 "Serpent's Hand". He was unconscious of his sleeper agent status due to heavy mind alterations, supposedly realised to facilitate his infiltration. Dr. Nassar was supposed to be activated alongside other sleeper agents in a coordinated attack against the Foundation. WARNING: The following section of this document is restricted to the 05 Council and authorized personnel only. + ENTER CREDENTIALS - CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Addendum 6042-2: On 16/01/2021, Dr. Olisar was affected by SCP-6042. When he left SCP-6042 19 hours later, a cell phone of a non existing brand and an unlabelled journal were found on his person. These objects were not in his possession when he entered SCP-6042, and he claims to have no memory of how he aquired them. The following is a picture found on the cell phone, believed to be an outside view of SCP-6042 Picture found on the cell phone The following is a transcription of logs written by hand, found in the journal. Dr. Hedley writing. According to my phone, it has been 7 days since I entered SCP-6042. If I remember the file correctly, it's the longest stay ever recorded, and I also know that I shouldn't even be able to write under SCP-6042's usual effects. In fact, I'm not sure of what effects it still has on me. I still feel a strong urge to whittle and fish, but can resist it now. I usually like this kind of stuff but being somewhat forced to do it takes the pleasure out of it. Also, I can tell that I know this place, but I don't remember where from. The door of the cabin doesn't lead back to our reality yet, and since I am the first one to get the opportunity, I will explore the place. I found this journal under the bed, inside a backpack full of hiking gear, and the cabin's shelf is stacked with tin food, so preparing for an expedition won't be a problem. I used the last percent of my phone's battery to take a picture of the cabin, but it will be the only one since I don't think I'll find any electricity here. I'm going to sleep on that and will be on my way at dawn. Day 8: I remember now ! This place is from from my youth. I used to spend most of my summers here as a child… at least I think I did. This is really weird, it feels like a memory I always had, but at the same time was hidden deep inside my brain before today. It might be another mind alteration effect of SCP-6042. Anyway, my cabin's door still only opens on that forest, so all I can do for now is focus on the exploration. I remember an easily climbable tree on top of a hill beyond the river. Getting an overhead view would be a good start. The hill and the tree are both there, and I have now proof this is a pocket dimension, not just a distant location. I'd say the forest stretches to the horizon… but there doesn't seem to be one, instead the trees just keep going forever. It's a very disturbing sight, but the weirdest thing about the view is the area around the cabin is repeating itself. What i mean is I can see roughly every 10 km the exact same hill and tree i'm standing on right now, in every direction. This is true for all landmarks, like the river or that clearing below me, with only one exception: a mountain, at least 2km tall, about 100 km from here. It's also a recurring landmark, but only appears every 200 km or so, though it's very hard to get a precise estimation of such distances. There also is a pale beam of light originating from each peak and shooting up into the sky. Or maybe it's the other way around. I don't know what that is, but I'll try to find out by climbing the nearest summit. The terrain is really rough, and I'm not that young anymore. It will be a long walk. Day 9: I think that beam of light is way more than a simple bunch of excited photons. I slept next to the clearing and had a clear view of that thing last night. It was mesmerizing, like a lava fall piercing through the clouds to infiltrate into the top of the mountain… I experienced strange feelings after a few minutes of observation. It was like… I don't really know how to explain it… I felt connected to it. I walked along the river and soon found another cabin. The entire roof is missing as are most of the walls. The interior is utterly destroyed, and I believe there has been an explosion inside, the origin probably being the door itself. What's making me believe that is on one hand the way debris are laid out, and on the other hand the skeleton embedded in what's left of the wall in front of the entrance. I don't know how fast that poor guy went through, but it sure as hell was a quick death. There was still some remnants of a white coat on him, bearing the foundation logo, and I found an ID badge for Dr. Zykorskilataropon, a level 4 researcher at Site-111. This doesn't ring any bells though, which is weird because I happen to have worked at Site-111 for most of my career, so I suppose I would remember about such a weird name, or at least have heard of personnel disappearing in such a violent explosion. Day 10: New day, new cabin. This one was intact. in fact it was even inhabited ! It was nice to encounter another living human, but he was entirely subjugated to SCP-6042 effects. Now that I saw what it looks like from an outside perspective, I understand why nobody was ever able to explore this place. The guys was fishing when I arrived, quite a silly sight given he was knees deep in the river while wearing a three piece suit. Nothing could have distracted him, I tried talking to him, pushing, even punching him… he didn't even look at me. I also tried grabbing his fishing rod and throwing it in the river. He didn't seem to understand what had happened, and after a few seconds shouted "Did a fooking fish steal me fishing rod ?" with a thick Northern English accent. I found a badge in his pocket, with everything written in a gothic font. His name is Gregory Ward, and he is a "Superior Spook" at the "S.C.O. Foundation", the anagram standing for "Search and Containment of the Obscure". His cabin is exactly identical to mine, with the same unmarked tin cans and hiking gear. When I think about it, these cabins are very "generic", there isn't any characteristic detail on the furniture. An explanation could be that different cabins are linked to different timelines, or dimensions. The generic style could be used to correspond to all of them, implying all those dimensions have a common denominator. I still have no idea about how this place came to be, but this almost seems like a conscious design decision. Day 11: I found another destroyed cabin. Unlike the other one, only aging caused the damage, but there still was a corpse. It was way fresher though, and this guy had a way slower death than the last one. His right forearm was torn open, presumably before he entered this cabin because there is a blood trail starting from the door. When i say ''torn open'', I mean the skin was first cut lengthwise, and then pulled on both sides of his arm to ''peel'' it open. I have already seen some gruesome things, but I never was involved in the clean up, and by god is the smell horrible. He was in weird Foundation uniform, but i'm pretty sure he wasn't a D-class. Also, there was a folder next to him labelled "Project Midwinter". I'll check what this is about, maybe it will explain what happened to him. Holy fuck ! Well…there is good news and bad news. Good ones first, yesterday's theory seems correct, these cabins are "gateways" from different timelines, or versions of our reality. Bad new is, things aren't going well in some of these realities. If I understood correctly, the idea behind that Project Midwinter was to create an anomaly to wipe out all anomalies. Sounds nice, but obviously too good to be true. Apparently it resulted in some kind of anomalous snow, that makes you obsessed with it if looked at for too long. In the long run, you end up sacrificing yourself to it, and your corpse turns into the same snow. That wonderful Foundation project led to a CK-class. It's mentioned that extreme pain reduces the effects of the snow, so that poor guy might have did that to himself before being affected by SCP-6042. On the bright side, the project eliminated almost all known SCPs, but the file said that 6042 was one of the last remaining until there was no one left to send here I guess… If someone is reading this, you must be wondering what kind of moron though this was a good idea, right ? Well I know, it's written on the first page. Lead researcher : Dr. Raymond Hedley Day 12: Today's cabin wasn't destroyed. It would have been better if it was. As I was approaching, I first noticed something weird about the sound of the river. When I looked, it took me a few seconds to understand what I saw : the river was flowing backwards, and very fast. In fact, everything was reversed : leaves where falling upward, birds were flying tail first… It looked like the world around me was a VHS tape on rewind. As I arrived at the cabin after a few minutes, everything returned to normal, like a switch had been flipped. It's probably 6042's way to prepare for a new "guest". Said guest wasn't long to arrive. When the cabin's door opened, someone emerged in an intense wave of heat, then collapsed to the floor. The cabin immediatly catched fire, so I ran to get him out. He was burned so heavily that his acrylic clothes had fused with his skin. When he saw me, he was shocked for a second, then threw me the angriest gaze I had ever seen. In a tremendous effort, he used his last breath to utter 5 words : "R.M.D. failed. Your fault Hedley." What is this place ? Who am I ? I know what an R.M.D. is. I know it because I'm the inventor of the Relative Mass Dissipator. It's a key component of Project Leashed Star. My project. The point is to create a miniature star and harvest its energy via a Dyson sphere. The star must have a mass sufficient to permit nuclear fusion, but the R.M.D. contains the gravitational effects inside the star's enclosure, and also prevents it from expending. The R.M.D. cannot fail. I spent a decade conceiving it, and another one testing it. Not once did this wonderful machine failed. Not once. But if it did fail in that guy's reality… he must have entered SCP-6042 the exact instant the star breached its enclosure. Because the following instant, a sun appeared on the surface of the earth. I hope that other Hedley was just a dumbfuck who created a shitty version of my invention. We were starting the reaction when I left, and everything was going well. But maybe it also started well for them, there is no way to know how long it took for the R.M.D. to fail. I need to go back. I have to stop this thing before it's too late. I'm heading to my cabin, in hope that the door is now leading back to our reality. If it is the case, I might end up in a cell for the rest of my life, but at least my world will be saved. But if it's not the case…. If there is a god here, please, let me go back. NOTHING. There is nothing left of my cabin but ashes. WHY ? Why did I get affected at the worst time possible, ONE hour after we started the reaction ! Had I went in ONE hour sooner, they would have waited for my return to test this FUCKING machine. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I came back here as fast I could. I only took one break, when I wrote the last entry. Wrote for whom ? EVERYONE IS DEAD NOW. Who needs a stupid exploration log, when there is nothing left to contain, no one left to protect. I didn't even find a body in the rubble. I don't know why the door opened if nothing but heat crossed it. Maybe it wanted to show me what I have done ? Or is it just a way to remember what happened to my now deceased world ? I don't know how much time I spent here, staring at a pile of ashes. I thought about killing myself. A lot. But when I look at that beam of light… I feel warmth, hope, like a friend is suddenly comforting me. Since I have nowhere else to go, I'm back to the original plan of finding out what that thing is. At least it will keep my mind busy. I have been avoiding the cabins on my way to the mountain. But my supplies were running low, so I had to come to this one. While approaching, I noticed it was empty, but not destroyed, and suspected there might be something special about it. Well, I can't say I was disappointed, but I certainly wasn't pleased. Inside there were dozens of files, some written by hand. With my handwriting. There also was a note on the table: "I'm leaving everything I gathered here before going to the light. If you are reading, you probably did all this. I did it too." Each folder is about a different project. Project Nightfall, Project Winter Contingency, Project Broken Arrow… Every time it's a brilliant idea on paper. Every time it backfires horribly. Every time, it's about how Raymond Hedley caused the end of a world. All that guilt… I want to make it go away, but the light won't let me. It's calling me. It needs me. He can't talk, but I understand. We are the offspring of the Saboteur, sent across the multiverse to destroy the Foundations, and the worlds they protect. The cabin never existed, it's just a fake memory, the keystone of our personality. We were successful in our mission, but eventually one us was freed from our curse and thrived. He scoured the dimensions to see what we were, what he had been. He tried to warn everyone about Raymond Hedley, but when his mind touched the infinity, He thrived even further away, too far to speak or see like before. Now He can only feel the Foundations, and the others. Now He can only speak to Himself. He created this place to catch us. To catch me. As we become one with Him, He is gaining his sight back. As He sees more clearly, He improves the door. I am Death, the destroyer of worlds. I will be The Creator. I know who I am now. I remember touching the light yesterday, but everything after that is a blur. Thankfully, it looks like I was conscious enough to write down what was going trough my mind. I know why I decided to wait before joining The Creator. I realise it's futile, but after I'm gone, the last remaining proofs my world ever existed will be this journal and my phone, and I want someone to remember after I'm gone. I passed by an inhabited cabin on my way here. I'll leave all this in the pockets of the guest. Find Raymond Hedley, cancel all his projects and put him in a cell. If he is ever chosen by the door, let him come here to help us. The Creator can't warn everyone yet, but at least I can warn you. Footnotes 1. This pattern was at first thought to be random, but over time, SCP-6042 has affected high ranking personnel, particularly researchers, more frequently. 2. No SCP-6042-A instances have ever been observed outside of foundation personnel. 3. Amnestics have been proven ineffective to cure personnel in this condition. 4. An anti-amnestic and disinhibitor used to access erased and subconscious memories. |
SCP-6043 | esoteric-class | AUTHOR: Dr Golden BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/6043 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6043 Item #: SCP-6043 Special Containment Procedures: As of current writing, it is physically and conceptually impossible to contain SCP-6043 due to its status as a metaphysical entity. Personnel assigned to SCP-6043 are required to have passed the MUA1 exam with a score of at least 750. Psychological screenings are to be done monthly on personnel working with SCP-6043 for extended periods of time. Description: SCP-6043 is a metaphysical entity that represents the concept of life and the process of aging. The anomaly is conceptually attached to every living organism. The Foundation is able to perceive and, to a limited extent, manipulate the anomaly via a modified Metaphysical Consciousness Elevator fitted with the tools necessary to manipulate SCP-6043. Direct communication with SCP-6043 is, as of writing, impossible. Discovery: On September 26, 2005, Metaphysics Research Team #15, consisting of Assisting Researcher Jones, Assisting Researcher Rallison, Assisting Researcher Matt and Researcher Hawthorne made initial contact with SCP-6043 during a basic experiment measuring the amount of Gilds2 emitted by a singular person. After the initial discovery, Metaphysics Research Team #15 was granted permission by their Site Director to continue experimentation on the then-novel SCP-6043. All relevant experimentation logs, including research notes, video transcripts and interview logs have been attached to this document and are listed below. Experimentation and Research Initial Discovery Metaphysics Research Team #15 measured the Gilds emitted by a 25-year-old D-Class. The results obtained were 10 Gilds, as opposed to the expected 0. This note from Researcher Hawthorne is attached to the results: "The detection of Gilds is unprecedented, to say the least. Calculations performed after the test showed that a single human consciousness should not have enough of a presence to register even a single Gild on the MPD3. We repeated the experiment with two other Gild counters and obtained exactly the same result. I'll be contacting the Site Director to see what we should do next. In the mean time, all tests from my team are being suspended." VIDEO LOG DATE: 27/09/2005, 10:30 PM. NOTE: This meeting was recorded and attached to this document with permission from the entire research team to add extra context to their research process. [BEGIN LOG] The research team is seen walking into the meeting room. Researcher Hawthorne is already seated at the head of the table. The other members of the team sit on the surrounding chairs. Hawthorne is seen shuffling papers in her hand, before looking up at the rest of the team. Hawthorne: Good afternoon, everyone. First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for coming to this meeting on short notice. I'm sure that the urgency of this meeting isn't a surprise to you. Now, let's discuss the matter at hand. Hawthorne moves to the front of the table and turns on a projector. The projection displays the test results recorded by the team. Hawthorne: I'm sure you all remember the unusual results we obtained yesterday. Matt raises his hand. Hawthorne: Yes? Matt: Have these results been verified yet? Hawthorne: Right, thank you for reminding me. Research teams 86, 54 and 99 all repeated the experiment quite a few times and got exactly the same result; 10 Gilds. Matt: And was there anything in common between the D-Class used in the tests? Hawthorne: Not much, really. Of the 15 D-Class tested, including ours, there was an about equal ratio of males to females, 10 of them believed in an Abrahamic faith, 11 were mentally sane. In the interest of time, I'll stop there. Hawthorne: The only real consistency was that their ages all ranged from 22 to 26. Matt: Thank you. Hawthorne: Moving on… Hawthorne: The mathematicians who designed the MPD even double-checked their calculations, a single human consciousness should not even give off a single Gild, let alone 10. The Site Director has given us express permission to continue our research on this phenomenon. Now, I want to hear from you guys. How do you feel about what we've uncovered? Matt: Well honestly, I am very excited to say the least. We could potentially, well, revolutionize the entire field of metaphysics if we can find out just what's going on. We've opened a door towards progress, lets not leave it hanging. Rallison: Well I'd have to say that I am a lot more apprehensive than our colleague Matt seems to be. As part of the Metaphysics Department, we need to be aware that we are studying entities that define the concepts of everything around us. We have to be careful, is what I mean. Careful with what we do with the knowledge we obtain. Jones: To me, this is not only a door towards knowledge, it's an opportunity for practical application. For too long, the metaphysics has been side-lined as just another department that gets nothing done, one that only thinks and never does. For goodness sake there's only one accredited researcher here! And I am aware that metaphysics is known as a sub-division of philosophy but we can do more! Think about it, doctors here could use MPDs to know when their patients are dying and when they're stable, for instance. So in short, I agree with our colleague Matt. We need to push forward as much as possible. Silence for 3 seconds. Hawthorne: Right, those are some very, er, interesting opinions… Anyway! To assist us in our research, us and a pool of a couple dozen other teams have all been given a new piece of machinery to aid us. Hawthorne leaves the room before wheeling in a large machine, the Metaphysical Consciousness Elevator. Hawthorne: This, my friends, is the Metaphysical Consciousness Elevator. Matt: What does it do? Hawthorne chuckles slightly. Hawthorne: Calm down, I was just about to get there. This device was designed by the same division who gave us the MPD, And according to this handy-dandy information booklet… Hawthorne is seen waving the booklet before opening it to read its contents. Hawthorne: It is supposed to 'allow the subject to elevate their consciousness into the metaphysical realm'… To be more descript, it decreases the Gilds in the metaphysical area the subjects consciousness occupies, allowing it to interact with the metaphysical. As a result, the subject will be put into a catatonic state. That's precisely why the Elevator comes pre-equipped with life support equipment. Bringing the consciousness back is as simple as re-filling the metaphysical area it occupies with the Gilds the machine took from the subject. Depending on how long they are in the elevated state, recovery from the catatonic state can last from a few hours to a couple of weeks. We are strongly recommended against holding an elevated state for more than 24 hours and strictly forbidden from holding one more than 48 hours. Rallison: I'm sorry, but may I interject? Hawthorne: Go right ahead. Rallison: Are there any psychological or mental downsides to being in an elevated state? Hawthorne: Erm… Hawthorne flips through the information booklet, scanning the pages. Hawthorne: I guess we're finding that out for them. Rallison is seen scowling. Hawthorne: I'll file a complaint. Anyway, it's getting late, I suppose I should adjourn this meeting. Any further questions? Silence for 5 seconds. Hawthorne: …I'll take that as a resounding no. Alright everyone, have a good evening and I'll see you tomorrow. Hawthorne is seen leaving the meeting room, shortly followed by the rest of the research team. Idle chat between them can be heard. [END LOG] On September 28th, Metaphysics Research Team #15 conducted their first tests on SCP-6043. The stated goal of the following tests was "to properly define the metaphysical properties of the anomaly." While ensuring that the Metaphysical Consciousness Elevator functioned properly, the team managed to obtain a visual description of the elevated state. The D-Class was held in the elevated state for a total of 5 minutes before being lowered from it. After a resting period of 30 minutes, the D-Class reported that, within the elevated state, they could only see white. They also reported that they felt 'loose' and 'detached from the world.' Next, the team attempted to define SCP-6043. D-24721 entered an elevated state and was held in it for 1 hour. When the D-Class was lowered from the elevated state, they entered a rest period of a week. After D-24721 was discharged from the medical ward, they provided a similar description to the previous D-Class, describing the elevated state as 'an odd calmness' and feeling 'weightless.' The test goals were declared failed by Researcher Hawthorne. Testing was suspended upon request of Researcher Hawthorne in favour of a meeting to discuss their next steps. VIDEO LOG DATE: September 28, 2005, 2:30 PM NOTE: This meeting was conducted thirty minutes after initial test number two was completed. This meeting was recorded and attached to this document with permission from the entire research team to add extra context to their research process. [BEGIN LOG] Metaphysics Research Team #15 is seen rushing into the meeting room. Overlapping conversations are heard from them. Hawthorne: Alright, can I have everyone settle down! The volume in the room gradually decreases into silence. Hawthorne:…thank you. Okay team! We've got a lot to think over, so what's going through everyone's mind? Matt: Oh, you have no idea how excited I am! We now have a consistent description for the elevated state. This- oh this is great! Hawthorne: I appreciate the enthusiasm, Matt. Just try to stay focused, alright? Matt is seen chuckling and scratching the back of his head. Matt: Sorry, the excitement got the better of me. Hawthorne: I can see why. This is our first big- big breakthrough, ever! Now, onto the matter at hand. Jones: That would be what we need to do next, correct? Hawthorne: Precisely! So, do any of you have any ideas? Silence for 10 seconds. Hawthorne: …take your time, I guess. The room falls into silence for the next 2 minutes. The team is seen seating themselves and writing on notepads. Matt then slams his hands on the table. The rest of the team jolts in surprise before darting their heads towards Matt. Matt: I've got it! Hawthorne: God, don't scare me- I mean- What is it? Matt: So we've established that this, well, anomaly is present at a stable state, right? Jones: That would be correct. Matt: So let's investigate if the anomaly is present outside of stable states. Rallison: And how do you think we should do that? Silence for 2 seconds. Matt: Didn't think of that… Silence for 5 seconds. The research team is deep in thought. Jones: I may have a proposal. Hawthorne: Alright Jones, help us out here. Jones: The Elevator places someone in a catatonic state, correct? Rallison: Yep. Jones: So let's take life support off of the D-Class while in the elevated state and allow their condition to decline. Then, as late as possible, we re-connect life support and use emergency equipment if necessary. That way, we get to observe two things. One, we can see how Gilds vary between near-death and a stable condition. Two, we can get a description from the D-Class of how it felt. Rallison: I'm going to have to stop you right there. The team turns to faces Rallison. Matt is seen rolling his eyes. Rallison: Isn't that far too risky? Matt: How, may I ask, is that risky..? Rallison: Recovering from a near-death situation isn't as easy as you make it out to be. We're risking paralysing, if not deadly brain damage from this. We could end up with a vegetable instead of a D-Class. Matt: You make a good point… Hawthorne: Well, we've got to take some risks, right? Silence for 3 seconds. Rallison: If we do this, we have to be careful. Hawthorne: Of course. I'll submit the testing proposal to the Ethics Committee. Matt: Perfect! Anyone else have any objections? Silence for 3 seconds. Hawthorne: Alright. Thank you everyone for coming. This meeting has been adjourned. The team is seen leaving the room. Idle chat between them can be heard. [END LOG] On September 28, the Ethics Committee approved the experiment proposal. At 3:30 PM on the same day, Metaphysics Team #15 conducted the proposed experiment. Their stated goal was 'to distinguish whether or not the anomaly is present at a stable state.' The team included Medical ER Team #54 in the experiment. D-38129 was successfully held in an elevated state. Life support equipment was removed from the D-Class. D-38129 entered V-FIB and the ER team successfully re-established a stable state. The D-Class was lowered from the elevated state immediately after and placed under close medical observation. No severe or permanent nerve damage was afflicted onto D-38129. Two weeks later, on November 12, 2005, D-38129 recovered to a state stable enough to perform basic activities without the assistance of medical equipment. The next day, Researcher Hawthorne conducted an interview, attached below, with D-38129. VIDEO LOG DATE: 13 November, 2005, 12:00 PM [BEGIN LOG] Hawthorne: Good afternoon D-38129. I'm Doctor Hawthorne, we met about two weeks ago? D-38129: Oh, I remember you! Geez, whatever you did put me in a hospital bed. Hawthorne: On behalf of Metaphysics Research Team #15 we, erm, apologise for that. It was necessary for the test we were conducting. Silence for 3 seconds. Hawthorne: A-anyway, are you ready to answer a question today for me, D-38129? D-38129: Ask away, doctor. Hawthorne: Excellent. Alright… Hawthorne is seen flipping a paper in her hands. Hawthorne: How did you feel while you were in the harness we put you in? And before you answer, I want you to be as vivid as possible in your description, alright? D-38129: Well, it's a little hard to describe… Hawthorne: Take as much time as you need. D-38129: Alright. So when that machine you attached me to started whirring, I felt sleepy to say the least. Like I was slipping away. My vision blurred until all I could see was white. Literally, only white! And then, I felt weightless. I was outside of my body, I guess. Nothing was pulling me down, and nothing was pushing me up. It's not like I could move myself either. Do you know how space feels? It's like I was in space. No way to move myself, and nothing moving me. And then, all of a sudden, I felt something being pulled out of me. It's like a string was being pulled out of me, like a loose sweater thread. Hawthorne is seen scribbling notes onto a notepad. D-38129: It kept coming out and out and out, until I could barely feel it tugging on me anymore. Is that what put me in a bed? Hawthorne: That, uh, would be… correct. D-38129: Then, just as suddenly as when it was being pulled out, it was being pushed back into me. It just kept coming in until I felt full again. Not long after, you guys pulled me back into the real world and I was rolled off into the ICU. Silence for 3 seconds. Hawthorne is seen quickly writing notes on a notepad. Hawthorne: You have no idea how valuable your description is to me. Absolutely no idea. D-38129: Well, you're welcome I guess? Hawthorne hurriedly stands up from her seat. Hawthorne: Ah- thank you, so much D-38129! Security, you're free to escort them back to their cell. Hawthorne is seen running out of the door of the interview room. D-38129: …is she okay? [END LOG] After the interview, Researcher Hawthorne called an urgent meeting with the rest of Metaphysics Research Team #15. VIDEO LOG DATE: 13 November, 2005, 12:53 PM [BEGIN LOG] Metaphysics Research Team #15 is seen rushing into the meeting room. They all crowd around the table. Matt: What did they say? Rallison: Are they alright? Jones: How did it go? Hawthorne: To say the least, I am very pleased with what they described! Hawthorne places her notes on the meeting table. The team crowds around the notes to read it. Hawthorne: The official transcript should be being emailed to me any second now. Matt: These descriptions are great! What did you have to do to get that out of them? Hawthorne: Not much. I just told them to be vivid, and voila. And yes, Rallison, they're fine. I asked the medical department and no adverse psychological effects were recorded. Jones: I like that analogy they used. A string… Matt: We can run with that. Rallison: This also confirms that the elevated state is a white space. And so far, no adverse effects other than exhaustion. I'd say our research is going pretty well, so far at least. Matt: There's only one way to go from here; up! Hawthorne: That's exactly the enthusiasm I want to see from everyone. Now, what's our next move? Matt: We should now determine whether this is exclusive to humans. Hawthorne: Good idea, I'll request some animal specimens. Rallison: Let's be as wide as possible in our animal tests. Include animals from every major kingdom and family. Jones: Good thinking. Hawthorne: That would be my guess. That is, unless anyone has any better ideas? Silence for 2 seconds. Hawthorne: Then it's settled. I'll contact the Site Director and see if our proposal gets approved. In the mean time, would you like to go for a quick coffee break? Matt: That would be great! Rallison sighs Rallison: I need something a little stronger… Jones: I need my fix anyway. The team is seen leaving the room. [END LOG] Opening of Project Elevate On November 15, 2005, the Site Director approved the proposed project, dubbed Project Elevate. The project included Metaphysics Research Teams #15, #45, #87, #24, #10, #99, #47, #38 and #12. For the following test results, the goal provided was to catalogue the amount of Gilds recorded from as many different species of animals as possible, to determine the influence SCP-6043 holds on live animal specimens. The procedure for the test was simply measuring the Gilds of the organism via an MPD. Each test was repeated to verify results. Species Tested Results Notes Pan Troglodyte4 Recorded 10 Gilds. "It seems that animals closely related to humans have the same 'amount' of Gilds within them." - Researcher Hawthorne Ursus Americanus5 Recorded 8 Gilds. "Strange. Perhaps their life expectancy has something to do with it?" - Researcher Hawthorne Chelonoidis Nigra6 Recorded 15 Gilds. "It seems our previous hypothesis was correct. The 'amount' of Gilds are connected to their life span." - Researcher Hawthorne Turritopsis Dohrnii7 Recorded 6 Gilds. Jellyfish heavily damaged and allowed to revert to polyp stage. Gild levels increased by 3 Gilds. "So regenerative abilities like this allow for Gild levels lost to be regained? Interesting." - Researcher Hawthorne An extra note from Researcher Hawthorne was attached to these notes. It states the following: "I'm interested by that result obtained from our last test. Perhaps the anomaly really isn't connected purely to stability or death. I'm adding to the testing parameters. We will now also be testing the effect of growth on Gilds. The Site Director has also suggested adding plants, microbial organisms and fungi to our testing range. I'll be interested to see what comes next." Species Tested Results Notes Narcissus psuedonarcissus8 Specimens seed registered 6 Gilds. As the specimen grew over the period of six weeks, the Gilds recorded steadily decreased by 3 Gilds. After the blooming period of the flower had completed and several seed pods had grown within the specimen, many 6 Gild readings were recorded from them, while the main flower had decreased to 2 Gilds. Upon allowing the flower to die, Gilds detected dropped to 0. So Gilds are present even from natal stages. I'm going to have to call in some favours from some co-workers… - Researcher Hawthorne. 7 specimens of Homo Sapiens9 The unborn 8-month-old foetus of researcher Amanda, from Metaphysics Research Team #45, registered 17 Gilds. The 6 month old baby of Researcher Hawthorne registered 15 Gilds. The 3 year old child of Assisting Researcher Rallison registered 13 Gilds. Junior researcher Sabrina, daughter of Assisting Researcher Jones and age 18 registered 11 Gilds. Assisting Researcher Matt, age 24, registered 10 Gilds. Senior Researcher Farah, from Metaphysics Research Team #99 and age 50, registered 7 Gilds. Senior Researcher Tamer, from Metaphysics Research Team #10 and age 70, registered 4 Gilds. None. On November 30, 2005, a department-wide seminar was hosted by Metaphysics Director Diantha Becker, who invited Researcher Hawthorne to speak about the future of Project Elevate. A summary of the seminar was sent to the department as an email. All relevant sections of the email are included below. From: [email protected] To: Metaphysics-Staff Subject: Metaphysics Department Seminar - Summary Thank you to everyone who attended the seminar this evening! For those of you who missed it, here is a summary of the talking points. [CUT FOR BREVITY] The Future of Project Elevate Over the past few weeks, the teams included in Project Elevate have made immense progress. The anomaly has been adequately identified and defined. The anomaly is a metaphysical entity that depletes as a person ages. The current hypothesis is that the entity is the concept of aging itself. Moving forward, Project Elevate now has access to the newly developed Meta-Entity Separator, or MES. As demonstrated in the seminar, the MES can, with proper technique, completely separate an organism from the anomaly, halting all aging. The Ethics Committee is currently deliberating the morality of conducting a separation on a human. A referendum will be held, in the coming weeks, on how you feel about conducting a separation on a human subject. Thank you and have a good rest of your week. Secure, Contain, Protect On December 5, 2005, the referendum was opened, with voting closing on December 10, 2005. The results are listed below. QUESTION: Should Project Elevate push forward with the Meta-Entity Separator? Yay Nay Abstain 64% 33% 3% On December 7, 2005, Metaphysics Research Team #15 held a meeting to discuss the matter. VIDEO LOG DATE: 7 December, 2005, 1:30 PM [BEGIN LOG] Metaphysics Team #15 is seen seated at the meeting table. Hawthorne: Good afternoon everyone! So… I assume everyone voted in the referendum? Matt: Yep! And you can bet your life savings that I voted yay. Jones: Same here. Assisting Researcher Rallison is seen scowling at the rest of her team. Hawthorne: Emilia..? Are you alright? Silence for 5 seconds. Hawthorne: You voted, didn't you? Rallison nods. Hawthorne: So what's the matter? Silence for 3 seconds. Hawthorne: Emi- Rallison: I am utterly dumbfounded with how many people within this department seem to have no regard for ethics and morals. Matt: What are you talking about? Rallison: Oh, you of all people should know what I'm talking about, mister "progress by any means." Hawthorne: Emilia, I need you to calm down. Silence for 3 seconds. Rallison sighs deeply. Rallison: I apologize. Rallison: I was… overwhelmed. Hawthorne: What's good is that you're calm now. Rallison: Yeah… Hawthorne: Now, I want everyone to discuss what they think we should do whether the Ethics Committee approves or denies the proposal. Hawthorne: Matt, why don't you go first. Silence for 2 seconds. Matt: Well, I think my stance is perfectly clear. Matt: Any progress is good progress. So what if it means someone may not age anymore? Just means- Rallison: Of every department, how in the world did you get a job here?! Hawthorne: Emilia, I don't think- Matt: What is that supposed to mean? Rallison: You're willingly choosing to mess with- with the very concepts that define our world! Matt: And what of it? This is an opportunity for scientific progress! Hawthorne: Both of you- Rallison: Sure it's progress, at the cost of locking someone in the same body until they get killed! Matt: How is that a problem?! They get to be age-less and we get valuable scientific information! Rallison: You don't get it? Imagine watching everyone around you grow old while you don't grow even a single hair! Rallison: And aside from that! It is not our place to mess with the entities that define the universe! Matt: Then why are you here? Rallison: What? Matt: If you aren't willing to put away "morals" and "ethics", why are you in a scientific institution? Rallison: So science is completely amoral?! That's insane and so are you! Hawthorne: That's enough- Matt: Oh, I'm the insane one? Look in the mirror, you idiot! Hawthorne: Hey! That is not- Rallison: I cannot believe you're- Hawthorne: Both of you! Stop this right now! Silence for 3 seconds. Hawthorne: I am in utter shock at the behaviour I have just witnessed from the both of you! This meeting is adjourned, everyone needs to leave immediately. Matt: I- Hawthorne: I don't want to hear it! Hawthorne sighs. Hawthorne: I'll be talking to both of you independently. Everyone, out of the room. Matt leaves first, followed by Rallison. Hawthorne storms out of the room. Jones: What a mess… Jones is seen leaving the room. [END LOG] On December 24, 2005, the Ethics Committee ruled that it was ethical to use the Meta-Entity Separator on a human subject. The same day, Assisting Researcher Rallison handed in her resignation from the Metaphysics Department. She was transferred to a neighboring site for re-assignment the following day. On December 28, 2005, Metaphysics Research Team #15 was chosen to conduct the first human trial of the Meta-Entity Separator, the results of which are listed below. Personnel Results Metaphysics Research Team #15, D-18362 D-Class successfully entered elevated state. Assisting Researcher Matt equipped with the MES and entered an elevated state successfully. Elevated states held for 1 hour. Both people successfully recovered from the elevated state after 5 hours. The following day, an interview was conducted between Researcher Hawthorne and D-18362. The transcript is attached below. VIDEO LOG DATE: January 1, 2006, 1:00 PM [BEGIN LOG] D-18362 is seen seated. Hawthorne walks into the room and takes a seat in front of her. Hawthorne: Good afternoon, D-18362. D-18362: What, no happy new year? Hawthorne: …Right. Happy new year. It seems the date escaped from me. Hawthorne: Anyway! I'm here to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind. D-18362: You say that like I have a choice. Hawthorne: Let's just start. Hawthorne sighs, flipping a page on her clipboard. Hawthorne: How do you feel, right now? D-18362: I'm well..? Hawthorne: No I mean- urgh- in relation to the experiment that occurred yesterday. D-18362: Oh that! Okay, well I can describe that. D-18362: It almost feels like I'm missing something, really. D-18362: You know that feeling you get when you, uhm, think you're forgetting something but can't remember what? Hawthorne nods. D-18362: Yeah, it feels like that. D-18362: In fact, and I don't know if it has anything to do with whatever the hell you did to me… D-18362 rolls up the sleeve of her shirt. A wound is seen on her arm. D-18362: I cut myself on something two days ago. D-18362: By now a scab should have formed, right? Hawthorne leans in to take a closer look. Hawthorne: Right. D-18362: Well, it's been like this since yesterday. D-18362: It's almost as if my body just stopped healing it. Hawthorne: That is interesting, to say the least. D-18362: So you said I'd stop aging, right? Hawthorne: That's correct, yes. D-18362: It looks like aging wasn't the full scope of it. Hawthorne: So your body is in a state of stasis. Silence for 3 seconds. Hawthorne: Ask the guards for a band-aid for that. You're not going to be able to close the wound yourself. Silence for another 3 seconds. Hawthorne is seen staring downwards. D-18362: …Is something up, doc? Hawthorne jolts back up to looking at D-18362. Hawthorne: Oh! It's nothing. Hawthorne: This interview is adjourned. Thank you, D-18362. Guards, you may escort her back to her cells. Hawthorne is seen leaving the room. [END LOG] On January 3rd, 2006, the official transcript of the above interview was released to Metaphysics Team #15. An hour afterwards, the following emails were sent between Assisting Researcher Matt and Researcher Hawthorne From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Test Proposal for D-18362 Good afternoon Researcher Hawthorne! I wanted to propose a test for that D-Class we used the MES on. The purpose of this test is to see what else separating them from the metaphysical entity did to their body. So, to put it simply, I want to subject them to a high-altitude impact. The roof of the department building would work pretty well, wouldn't you think? It's a couple meters tall, so some substantial damage would in theory be dealt to their body. That way, we can see if the entity did anything to affect how their body reacts to damage, or even if they can be damaged in the first place. Hope you see what I'm seeing. Matt Metaphysics Department Secure, Contain, Protect From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: RE:Test Proposal for D-18362 Good afternoon Matt To be honest, I am dumbfounded with the recklessness you have displayed in the email you sent me. You want to drop a D-Class off of a building to "see how their body reacts to injury"? Those are not sufficient test parameters and you should know that. Least to say I am very disappointed with you. Proposal denied. Hawthorne Metaphysics Department Secure, Contain, Protect From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: RE:Test Proposal for D-18362 Hawthorne I'm disappointed that you've denied my test proposal and would like to contest your denial. Think of the valuable information we could gain from performing this test! If they can't die or get hurt, then we have a potentially very practical use for the MES. And if they die? We can just use the MES on another D-Class and try again! Please re-consider your denial. Matt Metaphysics Department Secure, Contain, Protect From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: RE:Test Proposal for D-18362 Matt Your testing proposal is denied. Do not contact me further on this subject. This is your last warning before disciplinary action is taken. Hawthorne Metaphysics Department Secure, Contain, Protect On January 7th, 2006, Assisting Researcher Matt gained unapproved access to D-18362 by presenting a counterfeit test approval to the security guard. After gaining access to D-18326, Assisting Researcher Matt transported them to the rooftop of the Site they were present at and allowed D-18362 to fall from the roof onto the ground. It is unknown if D-18362 willingly jumped from the roof or if she was forced down from it. Immediately after D-18362 hit the ground, several personnel on the ground floor noticed her body fall and called medical staff. Security personnel then rushed to the roof and intercepted Assisting Researcher Matt as he was attempting to reach D-18362. Interviews with Assisting Researcher Matt revealed that he planned to frame D-18362's fall as an attempt at suicide after they escaped from them. They have been demoted to Class-D and amnesticized. The medical report for D-18362 is included below. Patient Condition Treatment D-18362 Multiple bone fractures along 14 ribs and both legs. Dislocation of the left glenohumeral joint. Rupture of the intercostal muscles, left subscapularis, left supraspinatus, both biceps, both triceps, and both quadriceps. Lungs flooded with blood. Multiple lacerations across the entire body. No natural inflammation was observed. Triage of the ribs performed successfully. Thoracentesis successfully observed. Multiple stitching of lacerations and torn muscles observed. Bone shards removed. Irreparable bones replaced with metal implants. Stable state restored. In addition, medical personnel observed D-18362 for a week after the emergency procedure. They reported no natural degradation, regeneration or fibrosis of torn muscles. No natural clotting or inflammation was observed near any surface lacerations, and the bone regeneration process was completely absent. D-18362 was left in a vegetative state. It was later concluded that the absence of regenerative processes within D-18362 was directly connected to the severance of SCP-6043 from them. As a result, the use of the MES on human subjects was suspended indefinitely. On March 1st, 2006, after an extended break granted to her, Researcher Hawthorne was asked to give a statement about D-18362 and the actions of Assisting Researcher Matt. The statement she gave is as follows: "It would be an understatement to say that I was horrified to learn what Matt had done. Humiliation aside, I never would have thought in a million years that Matt would go behind my back and do something I strictly forbade. And seeing the results of his experiment and the immense pain D-18362 is in makes me all the more hurt. Right around New Years, when the Ethics Committee approved our use of the MES on human subjects, one of my own researchers resigned from my team. Out of respect for her, I will not name her. She vehemently opposed the use of the MES on humans, and fought day and night to convince people to vote no in the referendum. It broke her heart to see the referendum results. Looking back, I so wish that we listened to her. Maybe then she would still be here with us, and this whole situation would never have happened…" When asked to give further comment, Researcher Hawthorne refused to do so. Footnotes 1. Metaphysical Understanding and Aptitude, which is scored on a scale from 0 to 1000. 2. A unit of measurement named after Site Director Gold. Used to measure the metaphysical presence of an entity. 3. Metaphysical Presence Detector. Used to detect metaphysical disturbance, with an extra disturbance registering a positive rating and an absence of metaphysics registering a negative entity. Base-line reality is rated at a 0, calibrated on non-organic material. Theoretical calculations placed organic materials at the same rating. 4. A chimpanzee. 5. A black bear. 6. A Galapagos tortoise 7. An immortal jellyfish. 8. A wild daffodil or Lent lily. 9. Humans. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6043" by RadiantGold, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6043. Licensed under CC-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-6044 | esoteric-class | close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to Zyn for a little bit of crit. Image Credits: Forest - here ForestV.2 - here More by this author: SCP-5767 - A Wise Old Snail SCP-5745 - Prehistoric Rift SCP-5776 - 100% MOST DEFINITELY A KETER Enjoy! : ) Item#: 6044 Level1 Secondary Class: hiemal Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6044 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6044 should be concentrated on the discovery and capture of items produced by SCP-6044. Mobile Task Force Delta-44 ‘Funky Foresteers’ are to maintain a perimeter of approximately 1km from SCP-6044’s centre at all times, marked with a chain link fence. Delta-44 are also responsible for patrolling Beacon Rock National Park for additional items. All items found to have been produced by SCP-6044 are to be relocated to the nearby Site-48 for study and long-term containment. All reports of anomalous activity from the nearby town of Skamania should be assumed to be related to SCP-6044, and investigated immediately. Description: SCP-6044 is an area of Beacon Rock National Park, OR, USA, currently thought to be 5km in width. This region of forest is capable of manifesting sub-anomalous objects, (designated SCP-6044-A through SCP-6044-E) from unknown sources. These objects nearly always correlate with a recent, heavily radio broadcast tragedy or major world event. It is believed that information is received by SCP-6044 through radio waves, supported by the fact that trees in the area are anomalously absorbent of electromagnetic waves between 300 GHz and 3 kHz in frequency. Despite the existence of many world events that may be thought to trigger an SCP-6044 creation, only a handful of items have been created. It is unknown what SCP-6044 considers a ‘major tragedy’ or what causes it to necessitate creation of an object, though research on this is still ongoing. Objects manifested are nearly always extremely dangerous, some even capable of causing various K-Class Scenarios. The items appear to have some practical use correlating with the recent disaster, though the effect is exaggerated to hazardous and unsafe levels. Alongside this, a message will appear next to the recently created object, typically in the form of a handwritten note or wooden sign. These often appear to be cryptic in nature and overly informal, reminiscent of a card one may receive with a gift. Addendum 6044.1: Discovery SCP-6044 was discovered in 1971, following reports of anomalous activity within Skamania, a small rural town, 1.5km from the edge of the current exclusion zone. A report was filed by a local resident, Agnes Andersson, a 79 year old who alerted local authorities about the manifestation of 3 entities that appeared to be comprised entirely of liquid water. The entities seemed capable of spontaneously manifesting garden hoses, inserting them into their own torsos, and unleashing a seemingly infinite, high pressure stream of water. Analysis of the water produced revealed that a high concentration of flame retardant was present. Emergency services received Ms Andersson’s call at 18:00 on October 9, 1971 and the full log can be found in the following: + Show 911 Call Transcript - Hide 911 Call Transcript Foreword: The following events transpired at 18:00, October 9, 1971, one day following the onset of The Peshtigo Fires.1 [BEGIN LOG] 911: Hello, 911 what is your emergency? Ms Andersson: Yes, well there are 3 men in my back yard and they won’t leave. 911: What is your address and how did they enter your property? Ms Andersson: Well, I think they must’ve leaped over the fence from the forest, I would’ve seen them earlier otherwise. Oh, and I’m at 23, ████ Street. 911: Okay. Are you in your own home currently, ma’am? Ms Andersson: Yes, I’m looking out my rear window. 911: Are you able to quickly describe what they look like, have you seen them before? Ms Andersson: No, I don’t recognise any of them. They look see-through but I think that’s my eyes acting up again. 911: See-throu-? (Sighs) Ms Andersson, is this another hallucination? You’ve called 2 times this week already. Ms Andersson: No, no, I’ve taken my medication, this one’s real. 911: Okay, Ms Andersson, I’m going to send 2 officers over to check it ou- Ms Andersson: (Gasps) One of ‘em is lookin’ at me. 911: Alright, stay calm, help is on the way. Ms Andersson: I think they’re looking at my living room. Unidentified : (Muffled by glass.) FIRE?! (The sound of wet shoes on concrete and a loud thump can be heard. Moments later, a sound reminiscent of smashing glass is audible.) Ms Andersson: Get out! Get away from my living room! Unidentified: FIRE! FIRE! (Loud gushing water.) Ms Andersson: No! My fireplace! [END LOG] Following this, 2 county police officers arrived at the scene, confirming the existence of the SCP-6044-A instances. A containment team was soon called in, and successfully detained the 3 entities, which were brought to Site-19 (now contained at Site-48). Despite the entities’ requests, they were not permitted to assist in the cleanup of the Peshtigo Wildfires. Addendum 6044.2: To date, SCP-6044 has been responsible for the creation of 5 sub-anomalies. They have been listed as follows. Item: SCP-6044-A Recovered: 9/11/1971 Threat Level: Yellow ● Description: Currently housed in a standard, large Euclid level humanoid containment cell in Site-48. When requested, small fires are introduced to the cell. A group of 3 humanoids, all entirely comprised of flame retardant and liquid water, which seems to be drawn from an infinite source. Takes immense pleasure in the neutralisation of any form of fire, even minor sources such as candles. This is accomplished through the creation of home water hoses which are introduced to their bodies via the torso. Upon viewing of a flaming material, SCP-6044-A will incoherently yell variations of ‘fire’, occasionally in languages other than English, and continue to attempt to subdue the flame for minutes to hours after it has ceased to exist, causing extreme flooding. All attempts to destroy, electrolyse or evaporate SCP-6044-A have failed, due to the instant regeneration of affected areas. They appear to have below average IQ, and are notably easily entertained. Message: A wooden sign attached to a nearby tree: FIRE!!!!!! (Theorised) Reason for Creation: Peshtigo Wildfires. Item: SCP-6044-B Recovered: 19/5/1980 Threat Level: Black ● Description: Housed within a 20m x 20m x 15m room within Site-48, under no circumstances should it be in contact with water. Item is an extremely large, 3 story tall kitchen sponge. The item is capable of rapid and infinite absorption of liquids, especially water. It is believed that SCP-6044-B utilises a spacial anomaly to infinitely store water within itself. Message: Not found. A sheet of lined paper was discovered next to SCP-6044-B with ink smeared, indicating that the message was lost due to a rainstorm. (Theorised) Reason for Creation: 1980 Tsunami and subsequent flooding, USA. Note from Site Director Woods: I’ve received a few emails about why this has been deemed threat level black. I would just, for a moment like you to imagine if someone like the Chaos Insurgency managed to get their grubby little hands on it, and drop this thing into an ocean. You see what I’m saying? Also no, cross testing between this and SCP-6044-A is not permitted, to those of you who asked. Item: SCP-6044-C Recovered: 7/8/1999 Threat Level: Blue ● Description: Currently held within a small item locker within Site-48. The anomaly requires extensive containment, the strongest metal available should be used to contain SCP-6044-C, and no less than 3 Mobile Task Forces should patrol the room consistently2 The anomaly requires little to no maintenance, though should be handled carefully. SCP-6044-C is an A4 sheet of paper, with the words ‘Uh oh….’ crudely written. Any individuals within 1 metre of the item will feel an overwhelming urge to flee from nearby anomalous objects, and in some cases, engage them in hand-to-hand combat. Staff of clearance Level 4 or above will feel compelled to alter containment procedures of nearby anomalies to often unnecessarily extensive levels. Message: A small wooden sign: Containment Breach! Someone call O5! (Theorised) Reason for Creation: Recent Keter level breach of SCP-███. This has been the only instance of SCP-6044 creating an object based on internal affairs. Item: SCP-6044-D Recovered: 1/6/2012 Threat Level: Green ● Description: Held within a secure item locker next to the Site-48 staff room. Staff may interact with SCP-6044-D upon request. A collection of ‘Kawaii’ style plushes, resembling SCP-999, SCP-682, SCP-1867 and SCP-1281 comprised of wool, satin and silk. It is unknown if feelings of comfort while grasping the objects are anomalous or not. It is also unknown how SCP-6044 was able to gain access to the Foundation database, though no damage to its systems have been sustained. Message: An A4 sheet of paper: I hope this helps :) (Theorised) Reason for Creation: Rising global levels of depression and anxiety. Note from Director Woods: I have officially approved the (many) requests from all of you to have all SCP-6044-D relocated to the staff break room. Enjoy, everyone. Item: SCP-6044-E Recovered: 24/5/2021 - 26/5/2021 Threat Level: Yellow ● Description: All live instances are kept in a large artificial lake and jungle environment within Site-48. Any signs of self-mutilation should be attended to and removed limbs, incinerated. SCP-6044-E is the collective designation for 2,059 members of the genus Axolotl (Ambystoma mexicanum) of various types that spontaneously manifested in SCP-6044. All are physically and genetically identical to non-anomalous axolotl, though instead of typical reproductive methods, will willingly detach limbs which then grow into separate specimens. This ability is attempted by SCP-6044-E approximately once a month, and any wild specimens have the capability to create mass disturbance in local ecosystems. They have been shown to be extremely resilient to all environments including desert, arctic and subterranean areas, having even survived in a vacuum chamber. Message: A wooden sign, attached to a nearby tree: Save the axolotls!! Repopulate! (Theorised) Reason for Creation: Near extinction of the Axolotl genus. LEVEL 4 ACCESS REQUIRED TO PROCEED . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Registering Clearance Code.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Code Accepted. A portal within SCP-6044 (Image from Agent Rogers’ feed). Addendum 6044.3: On 1/6/2012, during SCP-6044-D’s manifestation, it was discovered that the forest of SCP-6044 was not the direct cause of the sub-anomalies’ creation. The area instead seems to be an operating ground for an unidentified entity. The entity has been shown to create small portals in the form of luminescent geometric shapes that seem to be the origin of SCP-6044-A through SCP-6044-E. Mobile Task Force Delta-44 ‘Funky Foresteers’ first observed this phenomenon during a regular patrol of the area, and witnessed SCP-6044-D being expelled from the portals in mid-2016. Site-48 Command requested Delta-44’s presence to be more spread out, so as to hopefully enter the SCP-6044 portals. Upon SCP-6044-E’s creation (24/5/2021), Delta-44 witnessed an SCP-6044 portal opening. 3 members of the task force were able to enter prior to it’s closing and the SCP-6044-E’s expulsion. The following is a log of this event. + Show Exploration/Interview Log 6044.1 - Hide Exploration/Interview Log 6044.1 Foreword: MTF Delta-44 ‘Funky Foresteers’ have been equipped with 24-hour recording equipment, in preparation for discovery of an SCP-6044 portal rift. This log occurred at 14:35, 24/5/2021. [BEGIN LOG] Fir: (Sighs) I would’ve tried to sleep longer if I knew we were on patrol today. Rogers: Fir, we do this every day. Fir: Well it would’ve helped if Johnson wasn’t blasting away in the privy last night. Johnson: Hey! (Quietly) The chimichangas give me issues. (Rogers’ Geiger Meter3 begins giving high readings of radiation in the area, and a glowing white triangle manifests in a nearby glen.) Rogers: Command, please come in. Site-48 Command: Hello Delta-44, what’s the problem? Rogers: A rift just opened up nearby, permission to proceed? Site-48 Command: Okay. (Flicking of paper) Yes, Delta-44 you have been prepped to enter and have permission. Make sure to keep your radios on and report back as much as possible. Rogers: Thanks, Command. (The sound of crunching leaves is audible, and Rogers’ camera feed becomes shaky as they begin running.) Rogers: Entering. (Rogers’ Geiger Meter is clicking incessantly, radio and video static follows for 5 seconds.) Rogers: (A loud thump is heard.) Johnson: Where are we? (Camera reveals Delta-44 to be in a separate forest, though similar to SCP-6044.) Rogers: Hello? Command, can you hear us? Site-48 Command: (Crackling) Yes, we can hear you. (Crackling) There’s a lot of interference, other radio signals are coming throu- (A Mexican news broadcast begins playing) Rogers: Alright then. Fir: How are we gonna get back? Rogers: Well, we’re going to have to sort something out. (Camera feed shows Rogers turning around, revealing an entity in a dark robe) Unidentified: (Speaking Latin) Mihi opus est cacare Rogers: Weapons up! (The MTF raise their firearms) (The entity’s robes are removed, revealing a humanoid male wearing a colourful, green and yellow robe.) Unidentified: Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Rogers: You what? Who are you? Unidentified: I make things, I’m (Scratches head) that’s a good question. Anyway, if you’ll excuse me.. (The entity waves it’s arms sperratically and a portal is created. The entity picks up a large bag and drops it through, closing the portal soon after.) Rogers: What did you just put through? Unidentified: 2,060 axolotls! Rogers: Why? Unidentified: Well, you see, I was listening to this really good radio show about how they’re basically extinct in the wild so I thought I’d help out. You know, I’ve spent about 7 years on that batch. Rogers: There are so many species that you could be saving, bees, rhinos, tigers that would do a lot more for the ecosystem. Unidentified: But I like axolotls. Rogers: Okay, well are yo- Unidentified: Heeyy, I know you. Are you guys from that PCS Fundation or something? Rogers: (Heavy sigh) Yes, we are. Unidentified: Great! (Shakes the group’s hands) I got access to your database a few years ago, loved reading about some of the creatures you have. Did you get the plushies I made of them? Rogers: Yeah, they’re quite popular. Would you mind telling me how you got access to our files? Unidentified: Some guys called the Snake’s Fist or something came in here and told me how to. I don’t think they actually had access themselves but they knew how to get it.4 It’s great to know you liked the plushes, I do just love making things that help people. Rogers: Yeah. About that, some of (Pauses) Some of the things you make are (Pauses) Well I don’t know how to tell you this. A lot of the things you make are actually really dangerous to us. Unidentified: They.. (The entity appears confused and slightly sorrowful) Why? What have you done with them? Rogers: I can read you the Containment Procedures if you want. Unidentified: No, no that’s fine. I.. (Silence for 40 seconds. The entity is notably woeful.) (The entity stumbles backwards, sitting on a nearby log covered in moss. It places it’s head in its hands.) Rogers: Come on, Man. Unidentified: (Sobbing) Johnson: (Places arm around the entity) I mean, at least they haven’t caused a complete, devastating and violent end to the Earth, yet! Unidentified: (Louder sobbing) Rogers: Command, please come in, we need to find a way ou- Unidentified: (Looks up, it’s face wet with tears) Don’t worry, (Sniffles) Allow me.. (A portal appears below the team, causing them to fall back into SCP-6044.) [END LOG] Following the cleanup of all SCP-6044-E instances, a small note appeared on a soaked piece of paper, which reads the following: Sorry everyone, I’ll do better next time. Footnotes 1. Generally recognised as one of the deadliest wildfires in history, causing 2,500 deaths and the loss of 1.2 million acres of woodland. 2. Sorry, I got too close - Director Woods 3. A device designed to detect levels of ionising radiation. 4. Updated security protocol to access the SCP Database - O5-1 |
SCP-6045 | keter | 3/6045 LEVEL 3/6045 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6045 Keter An SCP-6045 instance manifesting on August 15, 1945, the day of the Imperial Japanese surrender in World War 2 (WW2). Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation Department of Propaganda is to promulgate the story that SCP-6045 is the creation of American military servicemen during WW2, as well as the cover stories that it originated from incidents involving Shipyard Inspector J.J. Kilroy or Sgt. Francis Kilroy in 1945. Due to their importance to Project RECUERDA, all SCP-6045 instances are to be conserved, documented, and analyzed. Attempts to remove the SCP-6045 instances via painting over them have been unsuccessful. The Department of History is to investigate all names and data obtained from SCP-6045-1 instances. Incidents involving the manifestation of SCP-6045-1 instances are to be verified via interviews with mnestic agents applied to strengthen memory recall. Amnesticization of witnesses after interviews is considered unnecessary. The impact of SCP-6045-1 instances on the lives of affected individuals, such as the memories of SCP-6045 that the instances passed on, is to be analyzed to recover data on the individuals involved in the memories. Description: An SCP-6045 instance on the back of a 3/4-ton Dodge truck, one of the most mass-produced trucks used by the U.S. Army during the final months of WW2. SCP-6045 refers to an anomalous memetic phenomenon that manifested on walls and rubble in locations occupied by American soldiers during WW2. SCP-6045 depicts a cartoon-style character peeking over a wall and the stylized text 'KILROY WAS HERE'. 30,000 surviving SCP-6045 instances have been documented. Their locations range from walls and fortifications in Okinawa, Japan and Guadalcanal in the Pacific theater to Bastogne, Belgium and Dresden, Germany. According to extensive thaumaturgic surveillance, military servicemen only account for the creation of 10 percent of all instances of the phenomenon. Approximately 78 percent of individuals indicate traces of moisture, as well as signatures by unknown participants or individuals. SCP-6045 has a higher chance of manifesting in locations meeting the following criteria: A significant amount of deceased soldiers, with a toll of 30,000 or higher Severe damage to infrastructure and residences High levels of socio-cultural activity, such as being a refugee camp or a cultural hub, before the destruction of the area It is the location of key battles SCP-6045-1 designates a group of entities resembling living cartoon characters. These entities manifest directly before anomalous SCP-6045 manifestations. Entities are monochrome, three-dimensional humanoids similar in appearance to the character depicted in SCP-6045 itself, with heights ranging from one to two meters. SCP-6045-1 instances are equipped with cartoonized WW2 gear, such as combat packs, cartridge belts, first aid pouches, and canteen covers. These instances also have several individual differences, such as the shapes of the noses and the heads. The instances are incapable of vocal communication, though they can communicate via sign language. SCP-6045-1 instances only remain for a short period of time, generally between 30 to 60 minutes, before their demanifestation and the resulting creation of the SCP-6045 instances. They can control their presence, making it possible for them to be viewed by only one individual at a certain point or a whole crowd. However, the instances are always observable by individuals inoculated with anti-memetic counteragents. The time period where these instances manifest and interact with individuals has been designated as a RECUERDA Event. After the conclusion of the Event, the instances disappear. When interviewed, the individual who came in contact with SCP-6045-1 instances has full knowledge of a deceased soldier's or civilian's name, birthplace, and inclinations, with no discomfort aside from slightly higher levels of sadness. Individuals who make direct contact often experience a variety of additional, and often beneficial, anomalous effects related to their health and memories—see Addendum 6045-1. Addendum 6045-1: The following footage of SCP-6045 was captured by Cpl. Echer Nachton, a member of the British-based Army Film and Photographic Unit (AFPU) who was deployed to the Philippines. Cpl. Nachton was a Foundation plant in the AFPU with the official mission of documenting children's lives to serve as evidence for war crimes committed by the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA). He was provided a thaumaturgically enhanced camera safeguarded against antimemetic effects. Nachton later sent the footage to fellow Foundation agents embedded in the United States Army Forces in the Far East (USAFFE). FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE FTG-100 08/16/1945 Footage Log 6045-01 — BEGIN LOG — Survivors of the Japanese assault on Manila, as captured by Nachton. A group of malnourished children, between the ages of 6 to 12, rummage through several carton boxes in front of the fragmented entrance of Fort Santiago in the Walled City of Intramuros, Philippines; many of these walls have been crushed or obliterated. The group is watched by American soldiers, with M1 Garand rifles on hand, guarding the area. Jeeps envelop the children in black smoke and dust. SCP-6045-1 instances approach the children and gesture towards each other using their rifles. They occasionally point towards and hit each other, as they encircle the unnoticing children; no individuals around the area appear to be aware of their presence, save for Nachton, who is inoculated with memetic agents. A fight breaks out between the children when several bags of rice and canned food are found. A boy is thrown out of the group, with several bruises and abrasions on his face and arms. Wincing, he clutches his prominently visible ribs and then his bulging stomach. However, he obtained two slightly crushed cans of Fray Bentos corned beef, and smiles as he looks at them. An SCP-6045-1 instance attempts to approach him, although its compatriots stop it. Five minutes later, the boy breaks off a stick from a caimito tree, whose foliage has been severely burnt, and draws on the soil. The SCP-6045-1 instances look on the boy carving out an image of a plane, as well as stick figures that appear to represent a family with two children. The stick breaks, and the boy moves on, rummaging through metal. He swats away several black moths and butterflies. The Manila Metropolitan Theater, partially reconstructed. After 10 minutes, the boy passes by the Manila Metropolitan Theater, whose arching roof, marble facade, and one-meter-tall coloured windows have been gravely damaged. He views a dilapidated poster featuring a vaudeville actor, tracing out his tuxedo. Partial manifestation of several SCP-6045-1 instances occurs. One of the instances then strums a guitar. As WW2-era cameras did not have sound capabilities, the song played by the SCP-6045-1 instances is unrecorded. Nachton testifies that it is a clearly audible kundiman, or a Filipino song usually used for serenades due to its smooth rhythm and 3/4 time signature. This indicates SCP-6045-1's deliberate control of their presence. The boy dances, loosely imitating can-can and swing steps. A multitude of injured and thin Filipinos, some of which begin clapping and dancing with the rhythm of the kundiman, watch him. The dance continues for a minute. The boy continues his search for scrap metal, which he carries and uses as part of a collage that forms an image of a plane. The SCP-6045-1 instances analyze the drawing as the boy rummages through the rubble of Manila. At one point, he is accosted by larger boys, several of whom are wearing tattered military uniforms, who attempt to take his canned food. These boys are impeded by the SCP-6045-1 instances. The boys attempt to fight against the unseen figures, running away with a scream after briefly grappling with them. The boy then kisses his tin cans and reorganizes his materials. At the last moment, however, he rushes to a destroyed building and picks up more scrap metal. The SCP-6045-1 instances suddenly scramble to stop him. A Type 97 grenade, commonly employed by the Japanese as a booby trap, is attached to the scrap metal, which the boy accidentally drops while carrying it. Dropping hard on the ground, the grenade detonates, mangling the boy's feet and hips. The boy is rendered unconscious. The camera is quickly laid down and first aid treatment is started by Nachton. A pool of blood begins to form. The boy has an open fracture on his femur. Onlookers, most of whom are injured, approach him. However, Nachton testifies that one person shouted for them to be careful of booby-traps and that crowding around the boy, who is already being treated by Nachton, would be ineffective. This effectively halts the people. Meanwhile, several peddlers are asking for soldiers to help the boy, but they could not be found. With Nachton's treatment unsuccessful, the SCP-6045-1 instances, now fully visible to the populace, begin wrapping themselves around him, with 3D cartoon lines enveloping the boy's lower torso. Several onlookers panic at the sight of the instances, but the majority appear to calmly accept their presence. At this point, Nachton picks up the camera again, recording the healing technique. The shapes formed by the cartoon lines are then filled with gray colourizations and shadows, before turning back into flesh. The boy's hands also recover. The boy wakes up, and the SCP-6045-1 instances pat his head and check his body. Confused, the boy backs off, but the instances make friendly gestures, exaggerating their cartoon figures. As the boy calms down, one of the instances leans over to him. The SCP-6045-1 instances beckon the boy to sit beside them. Several cartoon characters, ranging from mantises, caricatures of Maria Clara, the salakot hat, telephones, telegrams, and jeeps, line up and dance in a parade-like fashion. Many onlookers gaze at the stage show, which then perform several dances such as the can-can and the jitterbug. Caricatures of known generals, such as Douglas McArthur, also appear, with speech bubbles containing the words 'I HAVE RETURNED' accompanying them. At the end, several characters, ostensibly representing the boy's family, approach him, morphing into realistic human figures. One of those figures is a four-year-old child in a tattered white shirt, who then hugs the boy. The surprised boy checks the child, with a particular focus on the forehead and the stomach. After finding no injuries, he sighs in relief. Sunset over the Manila Bay, where the boy passes by. The boy drags the child to show him his drawing of the plane. The child, using a stick, spells out "Galing! Salamat sa plane, Kuya!"1, before hugging the boy. The SCP-6045-1 instances grin. Two hours later, these characters, including the four-year-old child, demanifest, leaving the boy alone among the wreckage of Manila. The boy then wipes his tears and tries to straighten his clothing. Before disappearing, the SCP-6045-1 instances salute at him, and he reciprocates. The SCP-6045 instance manifests. The boy, using some chalk, adds 'and jose' under 'KILROY'. He cries again, and rubs the tears with his right hand. He then presses the hand on the sign, making a faint imprint. It is already late afternoon, and the once-rising sun has set on Manila. — END LOG — Footnotes 1. "Awesome! Thanks for the plane, Big Bro!" in Filipino. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6045" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6045. Licensed under CC-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-6045 | uncontained | 3/6045 LEVEL 3/6045 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6045 Keter An SCP-6045 instance manifesting on August 15, 1945, the day of the Imperial Japanese surrender in World War 2 (WW2). Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation Department of Propaganda is to promulgate the story that SCP-6045 is the creation of American military servicemen during WW2, as well as the cover stories that it originated from incidents involving Shipyard Inspector J.J. Kilroy or Sgt. Francis Kilroy in 1945. Due to their importance to Project RECUERDA, all SCP-6045 instances are to be conserved, documented, and analyzed. Attempts to remove the SCP-6045 instances via painting over them have been unsuccessful. The Department of History is to investigate all names and data obtained from SCP-6045-1 instances. Incidents involving the manifestation of SCP-6045-1 instances are to be verified via interviews with mnestic agents applied to strengthen memory recall. Amnesticization of witnesses after interviews is considered unnecessary. The impact of SCP-6045-1 instances on the lives of affected individuals, such as the memories of SCP-6045 that the instances passed on, is to be analyzed to recover data on the individuals involved in the memories. Description: An SCP-6045 instance on the back of a 3/4-ton Dodge truck, one of the most mass-produced trucks used by the U.S. Army during the final months of WW2. SCP-6045 refers to an anomalous memetic phenomenon that manifested on walls and rubble in locations occupied by American soldiers during WW2. SCP-6045 depicts a cartoon-style character peeking over a wall and the stylized text 'KILROY WAS HERE'. 30,000 surviving SCP-6045 instances have been documented. Their locations range from walls and fortifications in Okinawa, Japan and Guadalcanal in the Pacific theater to Bastogne, Belgium and Dresden, Germany. According to extensive thaumaturgic surveillance, military servicemen only account for the creation of 10 percent of all instances of the phenomenon. Approximately 78 percent of individuals indicate traces of moisture, as well as signatures by unknown participants or individuals. SCP-6045 has a higher chance of manifesting in locations meeting the following criteria: A significant amount of deceased soldiers, with a toll of 30,000 or higher Severe damage to infrastructure and residences High levels of socio-cultural activity, such as being a refugee camp or a cultural hub, before the destruction of the area It is the location of key battles SCP-6045-1 designates a group of entities resembling living cartoon characters. These entities manifest directly before anomalous SCP-6045 manifestations. Entities are monochrome, three-dimensional humanoids similar in appearance to the character depicted in SCP-6045 itself, with heights ranging from one to two meters. SCP-6045-1 instances are equipped with cartoonized WW2 gear, such as combat packs, cartridge belts, first aid pouches, and canteen covers. These instances also have several individual differences, such as the shapes of the noses and the heads. The instances are incapable of vocal communication, though they can communicate via sign language. SCP-6045-1 instances only remain for a short period of time, generally between 30 to 60 minutes, before their demanifestation and the resulting creation of the SCP-6045 instances. They can control their presence, making it possible for them to be viewed by only one individual at a certain point or a whole crowd. However, the instances are always observable by individuals inoculated with anti-memetic counteragents. The time period where these instances manifest and interact with individuals has been designated as a RECUERDA Event. After the conclusion of the Event, the instances disappear. When interviewed, the individual who came in contact with SCP-6045-1 instances has full knowledge of a deceased soldier's or civilian's name, birthplace, and inclinations, with no discomfort aside from slightly higher levels of sadness. Individuals who make direct contact often experience a variety of additional, and often beneficial, anomalous effects related to their health and memories—see Addendum 6045-1. Addendum 6045-1: The following footage of SCP-6045 was captured by Cpl. Echer Nachton, a member of the British-based Army Film and Photographic Unit (AFPU) who was deployed to the Philippines. Cpl. Nachton was a Foundation plant in the AFPU with the official mission of documenting children's lives to serve as evidence for war crimes committed by the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA). He was provided a thaumaturgically enhanced camera safeguarded against antimemetic effects. Nachton later sent the footage to fellow Foundation agents embedded in the United States Army Forces in the Far East (USAFFE). FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE FTG-100 08/16/1945 Footage Log 6045-01 — BEGIN LOG — Survivors of the Japanese assault on Manila, as captured by Nachton. A group of malnourished children, between the ages of 6 to 12, rummage through several carton boxes in front of the fragmented entrance of Fort Santiago in the Walled City of Intramuros, Philippines; many of these walls have been crushed or obliterated. The group is watched by American soldiers, with M1 Garand rifles on hand, guarding the area. Jeeps envelop the children in black smoke and dust. SCP-6045-1 instances approach the children and gesture towards each other using their rifles. They occasionally point towards and hit each other, as they encircle the unnoticing children; no individuals around the area appear to be aware of their presence, save for Nachton, who is inoculated with memetic agents. A fight breaks out between the children when several bags of rice and canned food are found. A boy is thrown out of the group, with several bruises and abrasions on his face and arms. Wincing, he clutches his prominently visible ribs and then his bulging stomach. However, he obtained two slightly crushed cans of Fray Bentos corned beef, and smiles as he looks at them. An SCP-6045-1 instance attempts to approach him, although its compatriots stop it. Five minutes later, the boy breaks off a stick from a caimito tree, whose foliage has been severely burnt, and draws on the soil. The SCP-6045-1 instances look on the boy carving out an image of a plane, as well as stick figures that appear to represent a family with two children. The stick breaks, and the boy moves on, rummaging through metal. He swats away several black moths and butterflies. The Manila Metropolitan Theater, partially reconstructed. After 10 minutes, the boy passes by the Manila Metropolitan Theater, whose arching roof, marble facade, and one-meter-tall coloured windows have been gravely damaged. He views a dilapidated poster featuring a vaudeville actor, tracing out his tuxedo. Partial manifestation of several SCP-6045-1 instances occurs. One of the instances then strums a guitar. As WW2-era cameras did not have sound capabilities, the song played by the SCP-6045-1 instances is unrecorded. Nachton testifies that it is a clearly audible kundiman, or a Filipino song usually used for serenades due to its smooth rhythm and 3/4 time signature. This indicates SCP-6045-1's deliberate control of their presence. The boy dances, loosely imitating can-can and swing steps. A multitude of injured and thin Filipinos, some of which begin clapping and dancing with the rhythm of the kundiman, watch him. The dance continues for a minute. The boy continues his search for scrap metal, which he carries and uses as part of a collage that forms an image of a plane. The SCP-6045-1 instances analyze the drawing as the boy rummages through the rubble of Manila. At one point, he is accosted by larger boys, several of whom are wearing tattered military uniforms, who attempt to take his canned food. These boys are impeded by the SCP-6045-1 instances. The boys attempt to fight against the unseen figures, running away with a scream after briefly grappling with them. The boy then kisses his tin cans and reorganizes his materials. At the last moment, however, he rushes to a destroyed building and picks up more scrap metal. The SCP-6045-1 instances suddenly scramble to stop him. A Type 97 grenade, commonly employed by the Japanese as a booby trap, is attached to the scrap metal, which the boy accidentally drops while carrying it. Dropping hard on the ground, the grenade detonates, mangling the boy's feet and hips. The boy is rendered unconscious. The camera is quickly laid down and first aid treatment is started by Nachton. A pool of blood begins to form. The boy has an open fracture on his femur. Onlookers, most of whom are injured, approach him. However, Nachton testifies that one person shouted for them to be careful of booby-traps and that crowding around the boy, who is already being treated by Nachton, would be ineffective. This effectively halts the people. Meanwhile, several peddlers are asking for soldiers to help the boy, but they could not be found. With Nachton's treatment unsuccessful, the SCP-6045-1 instances, now fully visible to the populace, begin wrapping themselves around him, with 3D cartoon lines enveloping the boy's lower torso. Several onlookers panic at the sight of the instances, but the majority appear to calmly accept their presence. At this point, Nachton picks up the camera again, recording the healing technique. The shapes formed by the cartoon lines are then filled with gray colourizations and shadows, before turning back into flesh. The boy's hands also recover. The boy wakes up, and the SCP-6045-1 instances pat his head and check his body. Confused, the boy backs off, but the instances make friendly gestures, exaggerating their cartoon figures. As the boy calms down, one of the instances leans over to him. The SCP-6045-1 instances beckon the boy to sit beside them. Several cartoon characters, ranging from mantises, caricatures of Maria Clara, the salakot hat, telephones, telegrams, and jeeps, line up and dance in a parade-like fashion. Many onlookers gaze at the stage show, which then perform several dances such as the can-can and the jitterbug. Caricatures of known generals, such as Douglas McArthur, also appear, with speech bubbles containing the words 'I HAVE RETURNED' accompanying them. At the end, several characters, ostensibly representing the boy's family, approach him, morphing into realistic human figures. One of those figures is a four-year-old child in a tattered white shirt, who then hugs the boy. The surprised boy checks the child, with a particular focus on the forehead and the stomach. After finding no injuries, he sighs in relief. Sunset over the Manila Bay, where the boy passes by. The boy drags the child to show him his drawing of the plane. The child, using a stick, spells out "Galing! Salamat sa plane, Kuya!"1, before hugging the boy. The SCP-6045-1 instances grin. Two hours later, these characters, including the four-year-old child, demanifest, leaving the boy alone among the wreckage of Manila. The boy then wipes his tears and tries to straighten his clothing. Before disappearing, the SCP-6045-1 instances salute at him, and he reciprocates. The SCP-6045 instance manifests. The boy, using some chalk, adds 'and jose' under 'KILROY'. He cries again, and rubs the tears with his right hand. He then presses the hand on the sign, making a faint imprint. It is already late afternoon, and the once-rising sun has set on Manila. — END LOG — Footnotes 1. "Awesome! Thanks for the plane, Big Bro!" in Filipino. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6045" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6045. Licensed under CC-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-6046 | pending | close Info X SCP-6046 - Marble Madness Written by MirageTD MORE BY THIS AUTHOR 92.73% (+102) 7.27% (-8) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6046 Level1 Secondary Class: anomalous Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-6046. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6046 instances are stored in a jar sealed with a rubber stopper. No object which uses mechanical fasteners1 to connect its discrete elements is to be brought within four meters of SCP-6046's container. Until uncontained SCP-6046 instances are recovered, maintenance staff are to report any weak mechanical connections found on-site to Dr. Emiel Rozmun. Description: SCP-6046 is a set of 12 marbles, each of which cause mechanical connections within a radius of 3.4 meters to weaken. Experiments have shown them to be capable of reforming the tails of rivets as well as loosening bolts, nuts, screws and nails. SCP-6046 has no effect on adhesives. Addendum 6046.1: Incident 6046.1 Dr. Annise Silverman, the researcher formerly responsible for SCP-6046, experienced a psychotic episode following exposure to a cognitohazard2. Before Dr. Silverman was diagnosed and detained for treatment, she removed four instances of SCP-6046 from containment, none of which which were found on her person or in any of her work spaces when searched. Responsibility for SCP-6046 has been delegated to Dr. Rozmun until such time as Dr. Silverman recovers. Addendum 6046.2: Incident 6046.2 A space heater mounted to the wall of a staff break room became dislodged, striking Researcher Simon Colbert when it fell. Colbert survived the impact, however it caused severe damage to his frontal lobe which has resulted in a number of antisocial behaviors. An uncontained instance of SCP-6046 was discovered in the same break room during the subsequent investigation. Addendum 6046.3: Archived Correspondence The following recommendations from Dr. Rozmun are being considered for implementation pending review. To: Director Zeig Skannon From: Doctor Emiel Rozmun Subject: SCP-6046 Given the incidents these have been involved in, I thought it appropriate to move them from the anomalous items log to an official database entry. I also have some suggestions regarding their containment: Take a more proactive approach to recovering missing instances Increase the frequency of my psych evals Give SCP-6046 a Euclid containment class until we're certain it doesn't manipulate circumstances to cause mental instability I know the evidence is only circumstantial, but I can't be the only one concerned that the thing linked to people losing their minds is a set of lost marbles which make screws come loose. Footnotes 1. Bolts, rivets, screws, etcetera. 2. See Experiment Log 830-9005. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6046" by MirageTD, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6046. Licensed under CC-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: Anomalous.svg Author: Calibold License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/calibri-s-mega-cool-art-page-it-s-mostly-just-icons-but-what Filename: marbles.jpg Name: Marbles Author: James Petts License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/14730981@N08/11879733964 |
SCP-6047 | euclid | Jayenne Walks Beneath Roses Written by Jayenne. A bloom of SCP-6047 outside the perimeter of Zone-SCP-6047. Item #: SCP-6047 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6047 is contained within the limits of the property where it was initially discovered, Zone-SCP-6047. The property is surrounded by an 8-meter tall wall of modular concrete slabs, an experimental new method of rapidly containing similar anomalous entities. The wall is fitted with barbed wire and security camera systems. Any and all new plant growth outside the containment area suspected to originate from within the anomaly is to be sterilized through the application of boiling salt water and/or incineration. Use of defoliants is currently prohibited until further notice following Incident-6047-AO. The perimeter wall must be patrolled once daily with ground-penetrating radar to detect any root structures attempting to dig below the wall. These must be excavated and promptly severed or incinerated. Efforts are currently underway to deepen the wall foundations with additional concrete slabs in areas not blocked by city infrastructure, but - as it is currently unknown how deep SCP-6047 roots can burrow - site personnel should anticipate conducting GPR patrols for the foreseeable future. MTF-Theta-4 "Gardeners" was requested to assist in preventing the anomaly's spread, but as of now, they are spread too thin investigating multiple other anomalies. As such, a team of agents currently stationed at Zone-SCP-6047 was tasked with conducting sorties within the anomaly to better understand its nature. Description: SCP-6047 is an area of massively overgrown and abnormally large plant life currently infesting a 3-acre area of land in San Jose, Costa Rica. The most apparent anomalous trait of SCP-6047's plantlife is that it appears to be an amalgamation of various species, namely Bixa orellana, Trifolium repens, Mirabilis jalapa, and Rosa kordesii, with each species of flower originating from the same system of stems. The flowers have completely enveloped every vehicle, tree, and building within the perimeter of Zone-SCP-6047, creating a jungle environment with sufficient density to significantly lower visibility within the area. While these flowers exhibit no further anomalous properties on their own, they are potentially a form of sensory organ utilized by SCP-6047-1. SCP-6047-1 is a large humanoid entity - roughly 3 meters in height - comprised entirely of plant matter. The entity's body shape closely resembles that of a muscular human male with pale green skin and a 35cm wide Rosa kordesii bloom serving as its face. The entity possesses bulky arms and large hands ending in talons reminiscent of rose thorns, and its outer biceps and forearms are studded with rose thorns varying in size from 1-5cm. The entity's coloration transitions from pale green to a deep crimson around the upper back, biceps, forearms, and hands, as well as the lower legs - which are also studded with thorns. Upon close examination, faint grooves can be seen interlacing through SCP-6047-1's skin, indicating its body is comprised of intertwining vines molded into a humanoid shape. Tendrils of amalgamated SCP-6047 plants coil around SCP-6047-1's body, constantly moving and swaying as if probing the surrounding air. Notably, as of Incident-6047-AO, SCP-6047-1's skin was reportedly dotted with multiple small, wilted and brown patches around the midsection and upper torso. The entity appeared greatly discomforted by these wilted patches, constantly scratching them as if it were a form of skin condition. SCP-6047-1 possesses the ability to disassemble its body into its constituent vines before vanishing into the undergrowth of SCP-6047 and reassembling in a nearby location. It also appears to direct the growth of SCP-6047 vegetation, causing tendrils to attack or ensnare designated targets. SCP-6047-1, despite having no visible eyes, is apparently acutely aware of the positions of any living organism entering the area of SCP-6047. It is theorized the entity can sense when physical contact is made with any 6047 instances, and thus uses the plants as a form of touch-based sensory organ or alarm system. Discovery: SCP-6047 first emerged in the parking lot of an auto-repair shop in San Jose Costa Rica on 9/6/2022. The SCP-6047 vegetation's rapid spread across surrounding buildings and vehicles resulted in multiple car accidents and at least 3 fatalities. Pedestrians caught within the radius of the SCP-6047 expansion, particularly those within the auto-repair shop, were quickly ensnared in the overgrowth. It is currently unknown how many are still alive, but multiple emergency hotline calls have been logged from within the perimeter of Zone-SCP-6047. It is believed that 56 people are currently missing within the confines of SCP-6047. Addendum 6047-1, Incident-Report-6047-AO + Show Incident-Report-6047-AO - Close During the construction of Zone-SCP-6047's modular wall complex, a "wave" of SCP-6047 approached several workers on the east side of the enclosure, where the walls had not been fully lowered into position. Agents armed with flamethrowers were able to reduce the rate of SCP-6047's spread, but the vegetation began attempting to flank the incendiary teams as if guided by a higher intelligence. As a countermeasure, five Agents equipped with CBRNA1 protective gear began dispensing "2,4-D" and "2,4,5-T" defoliants at the approaching overgrowth from handheld dispersal units. The SCP-6047 vegetation rapidly began wilting upon contact with the defoliants, far more quickly than expected. Immediately upon the defoliant's contact with SCP-6047, a loud roar emanated from deep within the anomalous brush 300m from the crew. Approximately 15 seconds later, a collection of 5-cm thick tendrils of unidentified species lashed out from the undergrowth and began coiling together into a large humanoid entity, later classified as SCP-6047-1. SCP-6047-1 rapidly approached the defoliant Agents, displaying inhuman agility and abnormal physical strength as it proceeded to destroy the Agents' dispersal units with unarmed strikes before they could open fire. Agents drew their sidearms but were quickly ensnared in new SCP-6047 tendrils, rendering them completely immobile. Incendiary teams attempted to offer assistance with suppressive flame dispersion, but SCP-6047-1 advanced through the flames and began lifting each incendiary Agent before throwing them at the construction crew and vehicles, causing multiple injuries and substantial equipment damage, but no fatalities. Once all engaged Foundation personnel were either immobilized, incapacitated, or taking cover, SCP-6047-1 lifted the defoliant Agents in a collection of tendrils before carrying them further into SCP-6047. Likely as a result of the anomalously strong grip of the SCP-6047 tendrils, each Agent's communications equipment was damaged severely and ceased contact with Site receivers. As SCP-6047-1 only reacted upon contact with the defoliant chemicals and seemed focused on the Agents dispersing said chemicals, the use of defoliants to halt the spread of SCP-6047 was suspended following this incident. Notably, SCP-6047-1, at the time of the incident, appeared significantly more wilted and unhealthy compared to footage captured two days later. - Close Addendum 6047-2, SCP-6047 Exploration Logs: 1-3 Following Incident-6047-AO, a collection of on-site agents was assigned to conduct sorties within the bounds of SCP-6047 in an effort to locate SCP-6047-1 and the captured Agents. Team members were equipped with CBRNA protective gear, standard Foundation flamethrowers, multiple bodycams, and spare communications equipment, along with standard-issue machetes and assault weaponry. The following is a transcript of bodycam footage and audio recordings from Agent Yvelis Aguilar of the SCP-6047 Exploration Team: Exploration Log: 1 Exploration Log: 2 Exploration Log: 3 Participating Agents: Alan Elkhart (Team Lead), Yvelis Aguilar (Second Lead), Alvarez Fuentes (Incendiary), Lyn Juno (Incendiary), Eloise Simon (Navigation - Simon had previously visited the auto-repair shop multiple times while off-duty, and thus her recollection of the local area's layout was deemed essential) Location: Zone-SCP-6047 Date: 9/8/2022 <Begin Log:> Muffled rustling noises. Aguilar: Alright, we are a-go. Juno: Good, I knew you'd eventually figure out how to work a radio! Aguilar: Hah, fuck off, Juno. Let's get moving. Scraping sounds are audible as modular wall section lowers into place behind team, effectively sealing them inside. Density of SCP-6047 plantlife is such that identifying surrounding structures is almost impossible barring close examination after multiple machete strikes. Vegetation in this area appears to rest atop ground rather than emerging from it. Vegetation reaches 2 meters in height in various areas, mostly around enveloped objects. Simon: Okay, I can vaguely make out where the street is. Greenery or not, it's kinda hard to hide a bunch of multi-story apartment buildings. From this point, I estimate we're a quarter-mile out. Elkhart: A quarter-mile of walking through fucking rose bushes. Thornless… rose bushes. Juno: Anyone wanna place bets on potential threats? I bet this thing's got weaponized thorns. Aguilar: Thorns, almost certainly, if these rose blooms are any indication. The mixed flowers sharing vines is definitely telling. If this thing is capable of "reshuffling" plant DNA, it might have access to a wide variety of plant-based attacks. Poisons, thorns, potentially even "explosive" seed pods. Juno: Whoa, when did you become such a nerd? You're not even in Theta-4. Aguilar: Dress for the job you want. I've read up on all the case files I had the clearance for, and I was originally a biology major. Plus I like gardening. Elkhart: You mentioned thorns, but I'm not seeing any. Simon: Maybe they're touch-sensitive traps? Like the uh… the hairs on a Venus Flytrap? Aguilar: The fact that we haven't set off anything yet indicates the vines themselves aren't the trigger, whatever the case. Keep an eye out for any new plant life that looks out of place - well, compared to the vines at least. Team begins traversing through dense SCP-6047 underbrush with their machetes with Simon and Elkhart in the lead. Progress is sluggish due to the density of vegetation and obscured obstructions littering the path ahead. After 20 minutes, the team has managed to traverse 30 meters. Fuentes: Uh, guys, is anyone else getting snagged? Elkhart: Snagged? Aguilar turns back to inspect Fuentes. The foliage around Fuentes has taken on a red hue around the stems. Upon closer examination, the stems have begun sprouting blood-red thorns resembling those of a common rose, and Fuentes's boots are ensnared by the thorns at various points. Aguilar attempts to kneel down and free Fuentes, but as her hands near the thorny vines, she notices the thorns are beginning to spread radially out from Fuentes's position, traveling down the lengths of every vine in contact with Fuentes's boots. Aguilar: What the… the thorns… they're spreading in reverse, from the flowers backward down the stems. That's not normal growth, they're definitely responding to something. Elkhart: Wait… hey, Fuentes, lift your left foot and show us the sole. Aguilar, don't let him fall over. Aguilar secures her grip on Fuentes's vest as he begins raising his left foot, revealing the crushed remains of an unknown red fruit. The fruit, despite being largely destroyed, is still connected to one of the SCP-6047 tendrils. Elkhart: Fuentes, take your machete and carefully scrape as much of that off your boot as you can. Fuentes begins using the tip of his machete to dislodge the crushed fruit from his boot, leaving only faint residue. In the process of removing the fruit, the connecting vine becomes severed. While the thorns do not appear to retract, new thorns stop being produced the instant the fruit is severed from the vine. Aguilar: Okay, we found our touch-based traps. Seems damaging the fruits sends a signal to all local vines to initiate a threat-response. Elkhart: Still seems weirdly sophisticated for a plant. Aguilar: The presence of SCP-6047-1 indicates there might be a greater intelligence involved here. We might've gotten lucky this trap was relatively tame. Elkhart: Alright, you heard the lady. Don't touch any plants aside from the flowering vines we've already seen. At least we know those aren't immediately dangerous. Aguilar assists Fuentes in lifting himself over the barrier of thorny vines. Team continues on for another 10 minutes largely unimpeded. Upon review of the footage, a large red flower can be seen within the passenger-side window of a crashed sedan nearby before disappearing from view. Aguilar's attention is suddenly drawn to a sound resembling faint whimpering approximately 10 meters ahead of her position. Aguilar: Hey, anyone hear that? I think we got survivors. Elkhart and Aguilar begin approaching the source of the noise. Within an overturned SUV embedded halfway in the window of a storefront, two figures can be distinguished. Upon closer examination, figures are an adult female and a child. Both occupants are pinned awkwardly to the interior roof of the vehicle, apparently ensnared by the vines while attempting to crawl from their seats. Occupants have sustained minor injuries, but are responsive and conscious. Aguilar kneels near the shattered passenger's side window and begins conversing with the woman in Spanish. After reassuring the vehicle's occupants, she begins using her machete to sever the vines surrounding the doors of the vehicle before pulling them open. Juno: Hey Aguilar, let me do it. I'm the smallest. Aguilar: I'll cover you. Aguilar takes Juno's flamethrower and backpack as Juno begins crawling into the totaled SUV to retrieve the survivors. Loud rustling suddenly erupts from the foliage in all directions, centering on the overturned SUV. Elkhart: Shit, everyone take positions around the SUV! Aguilar, drop the flamethrower. No time to put it on. Team forms a perimeter around the van and attempts to detect the source of the rustling. Juno is still inside the vehicle attempting to free the occupants from their seatbelts and ensnaring vines. Aguilar, having climbed up on top of the SUV, can clearly see a ring of intensely vibrating foliage encircling their position. Rustling gets louder and louder before abruptly stopping 60 seconds after initiation. Aguilar: Guys… it's here. It's definitely here- THERE! 10 meters from the SUV, several thicker tendrils rise from the foliage and begin intertwining, forming a large humanoid shape. Once SCP-6047-1 completes its formation, it begins approaching the SUV at a casual pace. Simon, the closest to the entity, raises her firearm and holds out a hand in a "stop" gesture. Simon: YOU, STAY BACK OR I WILL FIRE! SCP-6047-1 appears to hesitate slightly, slowing its pace but not stopping its approach. Once SCP-6047-1 enters within 3 meters of Simon, it raises one hand up towards her. Multiple vines begin rising from the underbrush around Simon's position. Aguilar: Simon… don't… move… Suddenly an unidentified male runs out from an alleyway adjacent to the storefront the SUV is embedded in. The man rapidly traverses through the dense underbrush until he is within 3 meters of SCP-6047-1 before holding up a small cylindrical canister and spraying the entity with an unidentified chemical. Immediately SCP-6047-1 recoils as if in pain, staggering backward 2 meters. The area where the chemicals made contact with the entity already rapidly becomes significantly more wilted and brown. The surface of the entity's skin begins rippling as its limbs twitch and shudder. The man begins shouting in Spanish at the entity in a threatening tone, telling it to "go away" and "die already". Elkhart: Simon, grab him and BACK UP! A thundering roar fills the air as SCP-6047-1 rapidly advances towards the pair and rears up to strike. Simon steps before the man to shield him as SCP-6047-1's fist collides with her midsection, launching her and the man backward and through the broken window of the storefront. Fuentes: WHERE DID THAT IDIOT COME FROM!? FUCK! Fuentes begins firing upon the entity with his flamethrower as he backs up towards the storefront. SCP-6047-1's body becomes charred by the fire, but it does not seem to react. SCP-6047-1 reaches out its arm, which begins rapidly unwinding into various vines that lash out and coil around Fuentes and his flamethrower. Fuentes is unable to retreat or drop the weapon, and his finger is stuck on the trigger by the strong grip of the vines. As Elkhart attempts to advance and aid Fuentes, the vines begin pulling Fuentes's arms downwards, causing the stream of fire from his flamethrower to advance closer to his position. Soon Fuentes's arms are angled in such a way to where the flamethrower is aimed directly downwards, projecting its flames around his feet. While his CBRNA suit is designed to withstand intense heat, the prolonged exposure to the napalm begins melting the suit's outer lining. Fuentes: FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! LET… GO! Aguilar opens fire on the entity with her assault rifle. While multiple holes can be seen piercing through its flesh, it does not visibly react. Elkhart draws his machete and slices through the vines ensnaring Fuentes, causing him to fall backward. SCP-6047-1 roars again and coils its severed vines into a conical shape before extending a 3-meter-long blade resembling a leaf of a Yucca thompsoniana. It takes several swings at Elkhart with this blade, but he manages to deflect them with his machete. Juno finally manages to exit the overturned SUV with the mother and child, escorting them away from the conflict while Elkhart distracts the entity. SCP-6047-1's movement is significantly more jerky and erratic compared to its initial emergence, its smaller SCP-6047 tendrils lashing about wildly. The entity's strikes quickly increase in intensity with each deflection, until the sheer force of its impacts are enough to knock Elkhart's machete from his hand, causing him to stagger backward. Before Elkhart can regain his footing, SCP-6047-1 swings with its leaf blade and severs his right forearm completely. Elkhart immediately cries out in pain and falls to his knees as Aguilar moves to cover him. Aguilar: Control! Requesting medical EVAC, Elkhart is severely wounded! Unable to offer medical assistance at this time, too busy trying to keep this thing off our asses! Simon staggers out of the broken window of the storefront clutching her arm, which appears to be broken. The unidentified male is not present, presumably having been killed in the impact. By now, SCP-6047-1's movements have now become almost feral, the entity's body twitching and shuddering as it advances on the team, its bladed appendage beginning to shift back into a hand. Aguilar is forced to leap off the SUV as SCP-6047-1 slams its hands down on the vehicle where she previously stood, leaving a substantial dent in the frame. As she reorients herself, SCP-6047-1 can be seen slamming its fists onto the vehicle over and over again as it emits deep, rumbling vocalizations reminiscent of an agitated gorilla. Despite the volume of these vocalizations, it cannot be seen where they emanate from on its body. After 45 seconds of this, the entity's strikes slow, its body language indicating its agitation is gradually fading. By now the SUV is almost bent completely in half from the force of the entity's strikes. Aguilar: Hey… we don't want to hurt you. Please let us go. SCP-6047-1 appears to enter a relaxed state as it turns to face Aguilar. Notably, the brown wilted patches on its skin have disappeared completely, and the gunshot wounds and fire damage are also no longer present. The entity begins making a series of complex hand gestures at Aguilar for approximately 13 seconds before its body unwinds into vines and disappears into the underbrush. <End Log:> Elkhart, Simon, and Fuentes were given medical treatment for their injuries. The mother and child were questioned about their experiences within the anomaly before being administered amnestics and released. Apparently, they had subsisted primarily off of fruit for the duration of their captivity in the vines; the fruits always grew close enough for them to reach and would regenerate immediately after being picked, indicating the anomaly might have intended to feed them. The man that had attacked SCP-6047-1 was, per the woman's testimony, the owner of the storefront, but she could give no further details. The man was found deceased within the store, buried beneath a toppled shelf. The exact chemical within the canister the man used against SCP-6047-1 could not be identified, as its contents were empty upon discovery. Upon thorough analysis of the recording, Aguilar noted she recognized the hand gestures made by SCP-6047-1 as being a form of sign language, specifically CRSL.2 Aguilar, being a local with a deaf younger sister, knew the language intimately. A translation of SCP-6047-1's statements is as follows: "No fight. No fight. Bad water. Dark water." Following these developments, Agent Yvelis Aguilar was placed in charge of the second exploration team, with the new objective being to establish further communication with SCP-6047-1 and determine the nature of its predicament. Participating Agents: Yvelis Aguilar (Team Lead), Evan Carter (Second Lead), Ming Xialan (Incendiary), Lyn Juno (Incendiary), Eloise Simon (Navigation - Simon was deemed essential despite her broken arm) Location: Zone-SCP-6047 Date: 9/11/2022 <Begin Log:> Team enters SCP-6047 from previous entry point. Vegetation has almost completely regrown since Expedition 1, slowing progress significantly. Aguilar: Alright everyone, look alive. Machetes out. Simon: It's strange how quickly this plant life can regrow. Where's it getting its nutrients from? Juno: I think you're overestimating how much these anomalies play by the "rules". Hey Aguilar, you seriously planning on talking with the plant monster? Aguilar: That's the whole point of us being here, Juno, so yes. Also, I can't help feeling we're jumping the gun by calling it a monster. Juno: It fucking cut off Elkhart's arm, and it broke Simon's. I'll call it what I please. Aguilar: It only attacked us after that man sprayed it with the… did they ever figure out what was in that spray can? Anyways, prior to that, it showed no signs of hostility. Juno: I… guess I'd be pretty pissed too if someone sprayed acid in my face. The thing seemed to go completely nuts the moment that stuff touched it. Aguilar: I think we should add "identify the chemical that's been enraging SCP-6047-1" to our list of objectives. After 30 minutes, team has managed to reach the overturned SUV, which is now completely overcome with vines. Aguilar: Alright, hold for a moment. I got a hunch… Aguilar enters the broken storefront alongside Simon while the others take defensive positions near the SUV. The interior of the store is ransacked, both from the previous attack and from apparent looting activity. Most of the shelves are bare and partially obscured by SCP-6047 vegetation. Aguilar and Simon make their way to the back of the store. The door to the manager's office is covered in vines bearing red fruits similar to the one that had ensnared Fuentes. Turning to her right, Aguilar instead uses her rifle to break the doorknob on the supply closet before pulling the door open. Aguilar: Mops, floor cleaner, bleach, Windex… wait a minute… On one of the top shelves of the closet is a silver spray canister with no discernable label. Canister appears reminiscent of a can of spray paint or some varieties of bug spray. Aguilar takes the can and slots it in a holster on Simon's vest. Simon: Wait, why are you giving it to me? Aguilar: So you can get the hell out of here before- Faint shouting outside can be heard, prompting Aguilar and Simon to immediately head back outside. On the opposite end of the street, Juno is struggling within a dense patch of SCP-6047 foliage. Even from a distance the crimson color of the extending thorns can be distinguished, slowly radiating out from her position. Aguilar: What happened to "stay put?" Juno: Fuckin hell, I swear I saw some kid run by with one of those silver spray cans. I thought you needed one. Aguilar: We did, we found one in the shop. This does indicate some people are still alive in here, though, and possibly using those spray cans to defend themselves. But, something… something's not adding up here. We gotta get to the source of this, stat. The next 10 minutes are spent freeing Juno from the thorny vines before the team sets off again, making their way further down the street. After another 15 minutes, the foliage begins to gradually shift from overgrown SCP-6047 vines to plantlife of varying species, nearly all of which appear to be native to Costa Rica. Aguilar: The plant life is growing more complex now. It's diverging in species. Juno: Any theories, miss botanist? Aguilar: Perhaps the fast-spreading vines are like an early growth stage, and once they take hold on an area, they serve as a foundation for other plants to grow? It still looks like they're all connected to the same vines, regardless of species. Simon: If the plants are gradually growing more complex as we go, that would suggest they're radiating out from a central point. We're definitely getting close. Carter: What should we do if we run into more people with spray cans? Aguilar: I think we have to leave them be. We don't have enough manpower for an extraction. Juno: Second that plan. No way we can evac them through this underbrush with how fast it regrows behind us. Speaking of, maybe we should turn back. Get a chemical analysis on that can- A loud roar up ahead causes the team to stop short. 30m ahead, movement can be faintly distinguished through the thick underbrush. The team goes silent as they start advancing slowly towards the source of the commotion. Carter: SHIT- FAN OUT, FAN OUT! A dark silhouette looms above as a heavily damaged pickup truck hurtles through the air towards the team. Everyone leaps for cover in random directions as the vehicle smashes through the thick vegetation and collides with the ground. The driver of the truck is still in the front seat, having been presumably killed on impact. Aguilar: Is everyone alright? Simon: Well, my arm can't get any more broken- AGUILAR BEHIND YOU! Aguilar quickly turns to see the fist of SCP-6047-1 bursting through the foliage, impacting her in the torso and sending her flying through the open doors of the pickup and out the other side. Her helmet is knocked loose from the impact, and it takes her several seconds to regain her footing. Carter: HEY UGLY, OVER HERE! Carter fires his assault rifle into the back of SCP-6047-1 to draw its attention away from Aguilar. The entity's body is covered in several brown, wilted patches and its movement is exceedingly erratic. As the team distracts SCP-6047-1, multiple individuals emerge from the overgrowth, running in random directions. SCP-6047-1 turns its attention away from the team as one of the fleeing townsfolk triggers a thorn trap, the thorns radiating outwards far faster than previously recorded, encompassing the team and the bystanders in under 10 seconds. Aguilar: Fucking hell… glad these suits actually work… As the bystanders attempt to traverse through the thorns of the overgrowth, SCP-6047-1 ceases its advance and holds out its hand. Multiple greenish bulbs form from the entity's hand, eventually taking on the forms of green apple-like fruits. SCP-6047-1 rears back in a pose resembling a baseball pitcher before lobbing the entire volley of fruits with considerable speed directly at the team and bystanders. One of the fruits hits Aguilar in the face before she can react. The fruits hit with enough force to shatter on impact, releasing milky white pulp that burns on contact, causing Aguilar to clutch her face. Aguilar: FFFAAAAAAAAGH, IT'S MANCHINEEL! SECURE YOUR HELMETS! As Aguilar struggles to clear her vision, SCP-6047-1 can be seen rapidly approaching the bystanders, who appear to be severely burned by the toxic fruits. Before the entity can close the distance, Xialan leaps up from the underbrush and aims her flamethrower directly at its flower-face, causing it to stagger backward. Xialan keeps her fire directed at SCP-6047-1 until she completely runs out of fuel, leaving the entity severely burned and charred. SCP-6047-1 stumbles for several seconds before its body begins unwinding into vines and disappears into the foliage. <End Log:> Trapped bystanders were evacuated via helicopter from within SCP-6047 and treated for severe burns and Manchineel poisoning. All individuals questioned testified they had used a "special spray" to fend off the anomalous plant life, but none were able to produce any samples of the chemical, as they had dropped their canisters in their attempts to flee. The canister Simon had was lost as she dove to avoid the falling pickup truck, and could not be located. Foundation medical personnel treated Aguilar's wounds on-site, which mostly consisted of various bruises and severe burns on the left side of her face. Despite vision in her left eye being heavily reduced due to the poison exposure, she vehemently insisted the team camp on-site overnight before trekking further into the anomaly the next morning. The team proceeded to set up their tents around the destroyed pickup truck before falling asleep. By the next morning, the tents were completely covered in SCP-6047 foliage, to the point where they had to be abandoned in the interest of time. Participating Agents: Yvelis Aguilar (Team Lead), Evan Carter (Second Lead), Ming Xialan (Incendiary), Lyn Juno (Incendiary), Eloise Simon (Navigation - Simon was deemed essential despite her broken arm) Location: Zone-SCP-6047 Date: 9/12/2022 <Begin Log:> Aguilar: Cams on, mics on, we are go. Let's move. Aguilar immediately sets off down the road, hacking through the dense vegetation. Xialan: Aguilar, what about your helmet? The CBRNA suits don't really work if you don't have them sealed. Aguilar: I lost it. I searched everywhere this morning, but the foliage is too dense. No worries, though, this might help me interact with it more peacefully. I have a plan. Xialan: and it involves the entity being able to see your pretty little face? Aguilar: Every time it gets near any of the townspeople, it goes berserk. We have to catch it while it's in its docile state in order for us to speak with it. I need to make sure it can fully see what I'm saying. Carter: Aiight, but how do we get its attention without pissing it off? Aguilar: We already have its attention. We always did. I think… I think it can feel through every single plant we touch. The SCP-6047, it's all linked together. That's how the thorn traps work. All this foliage… it's like neural fibers. We're walking in one big brain! Carter: That doesn't quite answer my question, though. How do we make it actually show itself? Aguilar: Simple, we ring the dinner-bell. Any of those red trap fruits you see, smash them. Use a big stick if you can find one. Hey, Simon, how close are we to the epicenter? Simon: Definitely within a few blocks. I'm seeing some heavy obstructions up ahead, though, so we might need to cut through a store. Xialan: Obstructions? The kind we can burn through? Simon: The kind that transports hundreds of gallons of gasoline. It's a fuel truck, and it's blocking the whole damn intersection. Look ahead, not at the sky. Xialan: I'm not looking at the sky, I'm looking at the people in the windows watching us. Aguilar: Keep moving, we need to put as much distance between them and us as possible. We don't want them getting in the way. Simon, lead on. Team makes steady progress towards the intersection, where a large fuel tanker and several cars have formed a massive pile-up. Team turns right and follows the next street, setting off multiple red thorn fruits with a crooked golf club Carter found. Approximately 60 seconds after the third fruit is triggered, the foliage around the team begins rustling on all sides. SCP-6047-1 manifests 10 meters left of the team and begins approaching at a casual pace. All damage sustained by Xialan's flamethrower the previous day seems to be completely repaired. Aguilar: Hold your fire everyone. Let me try talking first. Try to keep anyone from running up and spraying it. Aguilar stows her assault rifle and approaches the entity, holding up her hands in a show of surrender. Approximately 5 meters from Aguilar's position, SCP-6047-1 ceases its approach and focuses on her. [Note: Dialogue in {} was translated from Costa Rican Sign Language] Aguilar: {Hello, we mean you no harm.} SCP-6047-1 pauses for a moment before raising its hands and responding. SCP-6047-1: {Hello, we mean you no harm.} Aguilar: {Then why do you attack these people?} SCP-6047-1: {Do not want. No harm. Bad water burns. Come with me.} SCP-6047-1 turns and begins walking in the opposite direction of the team, heading towards an alleyway. Juno: Boss, what did it say? Aguilar: It doesn't want to harm anyone, the "bad water" hurts it. It wants us to follow. Juno: Three guesses what the "bad water" is. Alright, lead the way. Team begins following SCP-6047-1 down a series of winding alleyways. The further the team progresses, the denser and more diverse the surrounding vegetation becomes until at least 20 different species of tropical plants can be identified among the amalgamated vines. After 3 minutes the team emerges into a large clearing with a significantly lower density of SCP-6047 vegetation. The clearing is situated on a two-lane street, with tire marks on the road suggesting any vehicles abandoned within had been dragged away to free up the space. Vegetation within the clearing has reached a point of diversity and complexity to where fully-grown trees are dotting the perimeter of the clearing at random intervals. Directly across from the alleyway entrance appears to be a heavily dilapidated automotive repair shop almost completely covered in SCP-6047 vegetation. Aguilar: This place is… beautiful… did you make this? SCP-6047-1 briefly stops and turns to face Aguilar. SCP-6047-1: {She enjoys them.} SCP-6047-1 continues walking in the direction of the auto shop. Juno: Well, now we know it can hear, but if that's the case, why sign language? Xialan: I'm pretty sure it lacks a mouth. Its face is just a flower. Juno: Didn't we hear it roaring before? Within the auto shop, most of the equipment, parked vehicles, tool racks, and other paraphernalia are heavily obscured by SCP-6047 foliage. While most of the plants can be identified as various tropical species, periodically there are patches of denser growth sprouting multiple large leaves, up to one meter in width. Small bioluminescent fruits emitting yellow light are hanging from the ceiling, providing moderate illumination. A 5-meter-wide hole is visible in the ceiling, forming a sort of crude skylight. Gouge marks around the edges of the hole suggest it was created by SCP-6047-1's claws. SCP-6047-1 turns to face team again. SCP-6047-1: {Need help. Must help. Must protect.} Aguilar: {Protect what? From who?} A metallic scraping sound can be heard from above. Before the team can react, a large silver barrel falls through the hole and lands directly on SCP-6047-1, its metal surface rupturing on impact and dousing the entity in an unidentified colorless chemical. Faint shouting and cheering can be heard from above, presumably by the culprits. Aguilar: Hijo de puta, a fucking ambush. RUN! SCP-6047-1 roars loud enough to shake the ground as its body becomes heavily wilted and scarred, its skin starting to ripple before tendrils burst out in all directions. The tendrils strike with sufficient force to completely bisect wooden shelves and damage the metal supports of the car lifts. Aguilar ducks under a lashing vine before turning around and rapidly advancing towards the entrance. Carter, Xialan, Simon, and Juno exit through the shop's open garage and begin traversing across the clearing. Faint screams can be heard behind Aguilar as SCP-6047-1 engages its attackers. A headless body of a man impacts a pillar on Aguilar's left, followed by a head smashing into the wall towards her right. Aguilar finally exits the garage as the roaring of the entity grows louder. Aguilar makes it about 10 meters before her movement abruptly ceases as she turns to see a vine coiling around her right leg. Two seconds later the vine goes taut, yanking her onto her back before rapidly pulling her back towards the auto shop. Aguilar: Agh! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck! After about 9 seconds Aguilar manages to un-latch her machete from its sheath before leaning down and slicing through the vine around her leg. SCP-6047-1 roars again as it slowly stalks forwards, its hands now stained with blood. A few of the surviving assailants are slowly backing away, clutching smaller spray cans in the hopes of deterring the entity. Juno: Boss! Aguilar: Don't come in! Get these people out of here, let me deal with the entity. Juno: The fuck- what are you gonna do?! Aguilar: Something incredibly stupid. I'm gonna tire it out. Juno: YOU'RE GONNA WHA- Aguilar runs directly at SCP-6047-1 in an effort to draw its attention, sliding between its legs as it attempts to swipe at her before running behind a pillar to avoid another strike. SCP-6047-1 slams its fist directly through the pillar just above Aguilar's head, prompting her to dive and roll. Aguilar sidesteps two more striking vines before leaping over a shelf. SCP-6047-1 smashes directly through the shelf with a shoulder bash, nearly knocking Aguilar off-balance. Vines lash out in all directions, forcing Aguilar to deflect multiple blows with her machete before she turns to run again. One lashing vine strikes Aguilar in her shoulder, managing to cut through multiple layers of her CBRNA suit but not causing significant injury. For the next two minutes Aguilar maneuvers about the auto shop, barely evading SCP-6047-1's strikes but steadily slowing down due to the exertion of her efforts. In an attempt to back away from the entity, Aguilar slips on a discarded soda can, causing her to stumble just long enough for it to slam its fist into her midsection. Aguilar: AUGH! Aguilar is sent flying backward before impacting the far wall at the rear of the building, landing in a pile of large leaves. By the time she manages to rise to her feet again, SCP-6047-1 is standing directly over her, its fist raised and prepared to strike down. Aguilar: Wh… wait- NO! Aguilar takes a wide stance and holds up her machete in a blocking position as SCP-6047-1 brings its fist down. Just before it impacts, the entity ceases all movement, its stance abruptly relaxing. Over the course of the encounter SCP-6047-1's body had regained its healthy green hue, and its aggressive vocalizations have now ceased. Slowly the entity lowers its fist and takes several steps back before falling to one knee, staring up at Aguilar. Aguilar finally rises fully to her feet and sheathes her machete before looking down at the mass between her and SCP-6047-1. Aguilar: Is this… the one you're protecting? Laying in a nest of large SCP-6047 leaves is a small humanoid entity that appears to be comprised entirely of plant matter, similar to SCP-6047-1. This entity (henceforth designated SCP-6047-2) has the general appearance of an adolescent humanoid female with pale skin that transitions into a mix of indigo and navy blue around the forearms, lower legs, and upper back. SCP-6047-2, unlike 6047-1, has a vaguely humanoid face, with two large yellow eyes, slit nostrils, and a mouth filled with teeth resembling rose thorns. Atop the entity's head is a "hat-like" upturned flower, its elongated navy-blue pedals drooping down in a manner similar to hair. SCP-6047-2 is curled up in a mostly fetal position and appears to be unconscious, and various large patches of its skin are wilted to the point of turning completely black. Aguilar lowers herself to one knee before SCP-6047-2 and looks back up at SCP-6047-1. Aguilar: {Who… is she? Is she the one you're trying to keep safe?} SCP-6047-1: {She is friend. Sick. Bad water. Too much.} Aguilar: {What is the bad water?} SCP-6047-1 unwinds its right arm and stretches out its vines, coiling them around a discarded silver canister before pulling it close and handing it to Aguilar. SCP-6047-1: {Bad water.} Aguilar: {Why are the people attacking you with this? What are you? How did all this happen?} SCP-6047-1: {We protect big garden. Garden city. Gardeners take care of garden. We watch unseen. We keep gardeners safe.} Aguilar: {You've been watching over these people… for how long?} SCP-6047-1: {Long time. Long time.} Aguilar: {Do the people know about you? Or did they?} SCP-6047-1: {Gardeners never know. Until gardeners saw. Gardeners afraid. Gardeners panic.} Aguilar: {What did they do when they panicked?} SCP-6047-1: {Gardeners buy weapons and chase us. Weapons not work. Weapons not hurt. Gardeners more scared. Gardeners discover bad water. Bad water burns.} Aguilar: {Is that what's wrong with her?} SCP-6047-1: {Bad water makes her sick. Must protect her. Must keep bad water away. Gardeners afraid. Gardeners keep using bad water. Bad water makes us hurt them. Don't want to hurt them. Don't want. Don't want.} Aguilar: {Hey, hey, calm down. It's okay now, I promise. I promise you I will do whatever I can to help her, okay? Please let me talk to my team.} SCP-6047-1: {Okay. Okay. Talk with team.} Aguilar leaves the building and walks outside to brief her team. Five minutes later all agents return inside, having confiscated any remaining canisters held by the townsfolk. Aguilar: Hello, I'm back. I told them everything you told me. We wish to help you, okay? SCP-6047-1: {Yes. Help. Please. Protect her.} Juno: You weren't kidding… she- it looks… almost human… kinda. Xialan: Fascinating… Carter: Plant or not, that one looks sick even from here. Aguilar kneels down and slowly places a hand on the forehead of SCP-6047-2, causing the entity to whimper slightly and shift its position, but not wake up. Aguilar: Damn… she's burning up. Feels just like a fever. Hey, how can we cure her? SCP-6047-1: {Don't know. Tried. Food not work. Air not work. Water not work. Nothing work. Must protect her.} Aguilar: These black patches… they're all trailing out from a central point in the abdominal region. Massive black spot here. SCP-6047-1 has been able to purge the toxins from its system extremely fast, even if they do cause it to go berserk. There's gotta be a reason why SCP-6047-2 can't flush its system. Juno: Fuck, maybe she ate a whole can? Aguilar: That… could be it! Aguilar: {To remove the can, we may have to cut her open. Do we have your permission to try?} 30 seconds pass before SCP-6047-1 responds. SCP-6047-1: {Do it. Help her. Will hold her.} SCP-6047-1 uses its vines to readjust SCP-6047-2's position, resting the entity on its back before restraining its limbs. SCP-6047-2 shifts slightly, but still does not regain consciousness. Aguilar gets in position and orients her machete upside down, lining the edge with SCP-6047-2's abdomen. Aguilar: Well… here goes nothing… Aguilar presses more firmly on the blade until it begins piercing into SCP-6047-2's flesh. SCP-6047-2 struggles slightly and makes a whimpering noise, but does not offer significant resistance. Slowly Aguilar begins cutting upwards, pressing the blade further into SCP-6047-2's abdomen, creating a large gash similar to those made during autopsies. After 65 seconds Aguilar's blade makes contact with a metallic object, prompting her to stop. Xialan widens both halves with her fingers so Aguilar can reach inside. After several seconds Aguilar slowly pulls her hand free, clutching a partially crushed unmarked canister and a partially decayed human finger. Juno: What the fuck- Carter: Cool it, Juno, you've seen worse. Aguilar carefully sets both items aside as the gash in SCP-6047-2's abdomen begins gradually closing, soon healing completely and leaving no visible traces. Aguilar: Okay, give her some water. That should kickstart her system. Carter helps prop up SCP-6047-2's upper body as Xialan allows the entity to drink from her canteen. Over the next several minutes the large black patches on SCP-6047-2's body gradually fade and return to their normal colors. SCP-6047-2 still does not regain full consciousness, so Carter helps lay it back down so it can better recover. SCP-6047-1 stares at Aguilar, its lack of facial features making its demeanor unclear. Aguilar: So, I'm guessing that canister got stuck in her vines while her body was in the process of reforming itself, and because the can got partially crushed, it was gradually leaking poison into her body. Must've made her too weak to unweave herself again, poor thing. It definitely seems like she's going to recover now, though. SCP-6047-1: {… Thank you. Thank you. Good gardener. Good help. Saved her.} Aguilar: {Hey… why are you able to speak sign language?} SCP-6047-1: {… She cannot hear. I cannot speak. She taught me.} Aguilar: {She's… deaf? My sister is deaf. What is this one to you?} SCP-6047-1: {She is… friend. Good gardener. Loves flowers. Loves Rosa kordesii.} Aguilar: {Does she have a name? Do you?} SCP-6047-1: {Cannot… sign names. Not right words. Cannot speak. We protect gardeners. We keep gardeners safe. Make garden bloom.} Approximately 30 minutes later, SCP-6047-2 begins to regain consciousness, sitting up within the nest of leaves and examining the team with apparent curiosity. SCP-6047-2 and SCP-6047-1 converse in CRSL for several minutes before SCP-6047-2 raises itself into a kneeling position facing Aguilar. SCP-6047-2 holds out its arms wide for a few seconds, and when Aguilar does not move, the entity lunges forward and wraps its arms around her, trapping her in a tight hug. Aguilar remains still for several seconds before cautiously reciprocating the gesture. Aguilar: I know you can't hear me, but i-it's okay… you're… you're safe now… Juno: Heh, once they go green they can never go… fuck… I'll think of a better joke. It takes nearly 5 minutes for the team to pry Aguilar free of SCP-6047-2's grip. As Aguilar rises to her feet, muffled shouting and knocking can be heard emanating from a hallway in the back-right of the shop. Juno: I really fucking hope that's not more people with torches and pitchforks, we literally just resolved this shit peacefully for once. Aguilar: Carter, Xialan, behind me. Juno, Simon, keep an eye on our new "friends". If it's armed bystanders, use your mace. They're not hostile, they're just scared. Aguilar slowly advances down the heavily overgrown hallway with her machete and mace in hand. To her left is a single door that has been completely overgrown with vegetation to the point of being sealed shut, with multiple red fruits spanning its surface. Aguilar carefully uses her machete to sever the fruits from the vines without damaging them before setting them in a corner. Aguilar: Damn, the hinges are clogged with vegetation, and the knob's gone. Carter, Xialan, burn it open. Use short bursts, we don't wanna burn the whole building down. Aguilar steps back as Carter and Xialan get into position, aiming their flamethrowers at the doorframe. Carter and Xialan fire short bursts of flame at the vegetation, causing it to burn rapidly until it's completely incinerated. Once the door has sufficiently cooled, Aguilar bashes the door open with her shoulder. Within the rear supply room, the five missing agents are sitting in the far corner, partially covered in vegetation but appearing otherwise alive and conscious. Aguilar: Max, Luz, Grayson, Lauren, Fawkes, yeah that's everyone. Hey, you guys alright? Grayson: Hoooooly fuck am I glad to see you, Yve- oh fuck, what happened to your face? Aguilar: Oh, only the most poisonous fruit in the natural world. Does it look bad? Fawkes: No worse than usual! Maybe we should start calling you Two-Face! Carter: Glad to see you idiots are still okay enough to talk shit. What have you guys been eating? Luz: Nothing but fruit. It grows back almost as soon as you pick it but… so… much… fruit. I think I've developed anti-scurvy. Grayson: That thing seemed pretty hostile at first, but at some point, it just calmed down and started carrying us around. Dragged us here and threw us in this back room. It seemed reeeeally insistent on taking our dispersal units, though. Aguilar: Yeah, we had a talk about that. Apparently, those chemical sprays make it go berserk. Fawkes: Wait, you had a talk with it? It ain't got no mouth. Aguilar: What can I say, I'm a people-person. Come on, I'll introduce you. <End Log:> After the events of SCP-6047 Exploration Log: 3, the overgrown vegetation of SCP-6047 was quickly removed from San Jose with the aid of SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2. Through the use of industrial-sized motorized mulchers and woodchippers, the amalgamated SCP-6047 vegetation was gradually converted into compost and mulch before being reintroduced into the local jungle. As a result of the expeditions, agents Yvelis Aguilar, Evan Carter, Ming Xialan, and Lyn Juno were recommended for entry into MTF Theta-4 "Gardeners". Most of the poison damage to Aguilar's face healed within weeks of the incident, but eyesight in her left eye is still partially reduced and her skin is lightly scarred. Aguilar reportedly feels no resentment over the injury. After the successful retrieval of multiple canisters used by the people of San Jose, chemical analysis revealed their contents to be composed of "2,4-D," "2,4,5-T," and TCDD, a mixture almost chemically identical to Agent Orange. Faint traces of an additional anomalous substance were also detected, an unknown chemical that creates a caustic chemical reaction whenever exposed to the cell walls of organic plant life. It is theorized this anomalous chemical is what gave the "Bad Water" its unusually fast-acting properties. Henceforth, this chemical composition will be referred to as HMC3-245 "Agent Silver". Testimonies from individuals in possession of HMC-245 claim they all bought the chemical from an as-yet unidentified street vendor after first encountering SCP-6047-1. The vendor reportedly claimed HMC-245 could protect them from "attacks" by SCP-6047-1, but evidence from Agent Aguilar's recordings indicates the chemical almost invariably instigates an aggressive reaction in the entity, suggesting this may have been a deliberate ploy by the vendor. An investigation into the identity of the street vendor (henceforth referred to as POI-6047) and the circumstances of the initial encounter with SCP-6047-1 is still underway. Addendum 6047-3, Revised SCP-6047 Containment Procedures Following the events of SCP-6047 Exploration Log: 3 and the dismantling of Zone-SCP-6047, the following revisions to SCP-6047's containment procedures have been made: + Show Revised Containment Procedures - Close Item #: SCP-6047 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2 are kept within a 4-square-acre climate-controlled enclosure within Botanical Containment Site-317 in the Costa Rican jungle. Entrances into the enclosure are sealed with reinforced steel vault doors. The upper half of the enclosure consists of a massive dome of multi-layer ballistics glass lined with over 60 security cameras and backup lighting equipment. The outer shutters of the enclosure can close to block out all light in the event of a containment breach or air traffic over the facility. No pesticides, herbicides, or defoliants of any variety may be introduced into the SCP-6047 enclosure without explicit approval of Site Supervisors. Enclosure irrigation systems must be checked bi-monthly to ensure proper hydration of occupants and vegetation. Seedlings of native Costa Rican vegetation were introduced into the enclosure during its construction, and due to the anomalous properties of the SCP-6047 entities, these plants have rapidly grown to maturity, creating a dense jungle-like environment. SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2 have each been implanted with 12 GPS tracking chips in various regions of their bodies to record their positions even when their bodies have disassembled. Both entities are to undergo monthly medical checkups with Foundation botanists to test for any lingering effects of HMC-245 "Agent Silver" exposure. At least one Foundation personnel proficient in Costa Rican Sign Language must be present during medical examinations and during their enclosure's opening hours. Due to the even temperament of SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2 and the "beautiful" conditions of their enclosure, Site-317 Supervisors have authorized the enclosure's usage as a recreational area for Site personnel. Personnel may eat their lunches within the enclosure, provided they clean up all trash and debris prior to their exit. A petition to host meditation classes and other activities within the SCP-6047 enclosure is currently under review. Efforts are currently underway to teach SCP-6047-1 and SCP-6047-2 ASL4 so they can better communicate with site personnel. They have also been provided waterproof tablets with text-to-speech programs to streamline the process further. Since being brought into containment, SCP-6047-2 has made the following requests: To be referred to as "Myrabis" in conversation [Accepted] For SCP-6047-1 to be referred to as "Kordess" in conversation [Accepted] A laptop computer with "the internets Yvelis talked about" [Denied] One live Ocelot5 "as a pet" [Denied] One waterproof and stainproof plushie of an Ocelot [Pending acquisition] The ability to periodically interact with Agent Yvelis Aguilar [Accepted when MTF Theta-4 is not engaged in anomaly containment duties] - Close Footnotes 1. Chemical, Biological, Radiological, Nuclear, Anomalous 2. Costa Rican Sign Language 3. Hazardous Material or Chemical 4. American Sign Language 5. Leopardus pardalis ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6047" by Jayenne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6047. Licensed under CC-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: Rosa.jpg Original Filename: Rosa kordesii 'L 15'.jpg Author: Nadiatalent on Wikipedia License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosa_%C3%97_kordesii#/media/File:Rosa_kordesii_'L_15'.jpg Note: Image was resized and filename was changed |
SCP-6048 | euclid | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following special containment procedures and description are the out-of-date and have been archived her for records keeping purposes. Up-to-date information is available below and will be denoted by a line separating the current information from the out-of-date. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 6048 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6048 is held in a standard large object containment zone. The zone has been fitted with several large installations mimicking the scenery of a forest, as to not distress SCP-6048 and provide it appropriate physical enrichment. The roof of the chamber has several glass skylights installed, so that SCP-6048 may perceive the natural daylight cycle. Approximately 140 metric tonnes of a blend containing milkweed, wild grass, various non-anomalous animal waste, honeycombs, various lichens, and various flowers is to be delivered to the containment zone of SCP-6048 daily. On a monthly basis, or when it enters a new instar1, SCP-6048 is to be lured out of its zone and into a medical bay for examination to ensure its health. Procedures are to be updated as necessary and without delay. Description: SCP-6048 is the larval stage of an as-of-yet unidentified species of insect, seemingly belonging to the order Lepidoptera2. The object is, as of current, approximately 20 meters in length and 70 metric tonnes in weight. The entity, in terms of anatomy, most closely resembles the caterpillar of a cecropia moth. SCP-6048 currently adopts a black and yellow striped pattern across its entire body along with several protrusions along its length. Due to the vividity of the colours present on its body and the presence of protrusions, SCP-6048 is believed to be in its last instars and will enter metamorphosis relatively shortly. During its time in containment, the object has molted twice. The molted skin of SCP-6048 was allowed to naturally decompose within its containment chamber. SCP-6048 has been observed spending a significant amount of time maintaining direct eye contact with the sun. Aside from this, no other behavioural or physiological abnormalities have been recorded from SCP-6048. Discovery: SCP-6048 was located and retrieved by Foundation forces from Redwood National Park. The objects presence was initially reported by Foundation agents embedded within park ranger staff. SCP-6048 was initially observed on 26/09/2021, where agents reported it had caused several redwood trees to collapse and had begun feeding off of their foliage. Nearby, remnants of what is assumed to be the egg SCP-6048 had hatched from were found. A majority of the shell's mass is missing and assumed to have been eaten by SCP-6048. Before 26/09/2021, no activity that could be attributed to SCP-6048 was reported anywhere within the national park. Updated Special Containment Procedures (31/07/2027): Structural support to the ceiling have been installed in order to accommodate for the extra strain placed on it by the object. The height of the ceiling has been lowered to allow personnel easy access to SCP-6048. Due to the stationary nature of SCP-6048, luring the object into a medical bay is no longer required to inspect it. All personnel entering the containment chamber are to be equipped with C-Class hazmat suits. Semi-annual reports on the progress of the object's metamorphosis are to be submitted by Entomological Research Teams 145, 267 and 98. Updated Description (31/07/2027): SCP-6048 is a chrysalis containing an organism belonging to order Lepidoptera. SCP-6048 is 20 meters in length and weighs approximately 70 metric tonnes. The surface of the chrysalis is an extremely thick chitinous exoskeleton which is currently completely black. Sonographic examinations reveal that the interior of SCP-6048 is consistent with most metamorphosing lepidopterans, albeit of greater scale. The surface area of the chrysalis is covered in pores, the function of which has not been determined. SCP-6048 was previously contained by the Foundation as a larva, before 31/07/2027 where it hung itself upside down from the ceiling of its containment chamber and began to molt its skin over a period of 2 weeks. Update 6048.1: On 15/09/2031 on 15:35, during a routine medical inspection, SCP-6048 began releasing a vapour from the pores across its surface, at a rate of 150 m3/h. This vapour mainly consists of water vapour and imaginal cells3 and diffuses in a 50 meter radius sphere around SCP-6048. This vapour seems to have a mild hallucinogenic effect, causing those who have inhaled it to experience mild chromatic hallucinations. No physiological damage has been recorded as a result of inhaling this vapour, however personnel are still mandated to wear proper safety equipment when within a 50 meter radius of SCP-6048. SCP-6048 released this vapour for a period of 5 hours, before it suddenly halted. The vapour then anomalously disappeared from the area. From 15/09/2031 onwards, SCP-6048 will release this vapour at seemingly random intervals for periods ranging from 3-7 hours. Update 6048.2: As of 27/12/2033, SCP-6048 has begun producing light patterns within the vapour it releases. These images are completely intangible and do not physically affect the area within the projection. Imagery projected by SCP-6048 often contain large sections of varying yet bright shades of green, white, yellow, red, orange and purple. The upper section of these projections are often bright shades of blue and white. Auditory projections often accompany these images, which often consist of vague whistling, rushing water and the fluttering of wings. It is noted that within all recorded projections, the yellow, glowing silhouette of an unidentifiable species of lepidopteran resides near the top of the projection, seemingly acting as a light source. These projections are denoted as Type 1 Projections. SCP-6048 is often seen slowly swinging side-to-side during these projections. Occasionally, the projections will differ greatly in content. These images vary, but often consist of extremely realistic yet somewhat obscured depictions of dead trees within a dark environment. During these projections, loud roars from an unknown source can often be heard, accompanied by loud rushes of wind. Analysis of the roars matches the amalgamated chirping and tweets of several bird species, including robins, wrens, warblers, blue tits and bluebirds, albeit at a significantly lowered pitch. At random intervals, a large, black beak-like shape will occasionally jab at SCP-6048. These projections are denoted as Type 2 projections. During type 2 projections, SCP-6048 is often seen writhing and wriggling. During these projections, fMRI scans reveal that SCP-6048's brain shows heightened activity in certain areas of its brain, similar to those observed in humans during REM sleep. The following is a transcription of a recording of a Type 1 projection, recorded by Entomological Research Team #445. SCP-6048 TYPE 1 PROJECTION EVENT, ERT #445 Date: 30/12/2031 Time: 23:24 Personnel Present: Senior Researcher Naomi Freidmann, Senior Researcher Ahmed Al-Abassi, Researcher Ukeye Achebe, Junior Researcher Thomas Whelan Manned Robotic Research Item Present: Research Drone #445, armed with video recording equipment [BEGIN LOG] The drone camera is centered on SCP-6048. The research team is seen ahead of the drone, equipped with gas masks. Whelan stares at his watch. Whelan: How much longer? Freidmann: Patience, junior. It'll come eventually. Whelan: With all due respect doctor, we've been sitting here for the past 5 hours now. Freidmann: Patience. Whelan crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. Achebe: What're you in a rush for, anyway? Whelan: I dunno, something exciting to happen. Al-Abassi: Why don't you go ahead and conduct some further study on the carapace, then? Whelan: Hmph, may as well. Whelan is seen approaching SCP-6048. He leans in to closely inspect its surface. At this moment, SCP-6048 begins releasing its vapour, causing Whelan to stumble and fall backwards. Achebe is heard laughing. Achebe: Looks like the thing's got a sense of humor, eh? Whelan runs away from SCP-6048 as the rest of the team jogs out of its 50 meter radius. Whelan, huffing: Alright. How… uh, no one told… running in a… in a gas mask was so… exhausting. Al-Abassi: Take you're time. Need some water? I honestly did not mean for that to happen to you. Whelan, still huffing: No no, I'll be fine. I wanted to ask, how long until the, uh, projections happen? Freidmann: Another 30 minutes or so. Whelan groans before laying his back on a dirt mound. EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE OMITTED A Type 1 projection begins to manifest. Whelan: Took you long enough. Achebe: Careful, it might just spray you again. Whelan lightly punches Achebe's arm. Freidmann: Alright children, settle down. Achebe chuckles and Whelan glares at Freidmann. Al-Abassi, touching his ear piece: Command, projection has manifested. Permission to enter radius? Command: Granted. Al-Abassi: Roger that. Al-Abassi turns to the rest of the team. Al-Abassi: Let's get a move on. The team moves forward and enters the projection. The drone follows close behind. Large swathes of bright blues and greens fill the screen. A large streak of green shoots up into the sky with no apparent end. Panning to the left, the drone captures a twisting swirl of red, the center of which seems to infinitely move inward towards a yellow core. The ambient sounds of the containment chamber are replaced by the sounds of soft winds and flowing water. Whelan: This is… Achebe: Mesmerising. Freidmann: Command, are you seeing what we are? Command: Currently receiving footage of abstract and vibrant colours. Does that match up? Whelan: Sure does! Command: Excellent. Move further in. The drone moves further in. Blobs of green that were once on the floor make a turn and are now shooting upwards. Streaks of green shoot sideways out of it. Looking further up, the drone finds the sky is replaced with mixed shades of brown, resembling tree bark, bar one area which is blue. Within this blue spot is the bright yellow silhouette of a lepidopteran. Translucent orange blobs fall from the top of the projection, in the shape of flower petals. Achebe: Yeowch! The drone turns towards Achebe, as does the rest of the team. Achebe is clutching her head. Achebe, groaning: …the hell was that? Achebe puts her hands out and feels in front of her. Her hands meet a cylindrical object. Achebe: What? It feels like tree bark. Freidmann: If I recall correctly, a tree was planted there as part of the containment chambers flora. Whelan scoffs Whelan: It's payback, that's what I think. Al-Abassi: Right, then be careful where you step. The drone flies further into the projection. The sound of rushing water leads to a glittering blue wall moving horizontally left. Freidmann: Command, could you take a look at how the projection behaves from above? Command: Roger that. The drone centers its camera and moves upwards. The drone passes by spinning wheels of orange, red and purple in the shape of flowers. The falling translucent orange blobs come into view. They look liquid and viscous. The drone stops just under the ceiling of the projection and extends a robotic arm out towards it. The arms phases completely through the tree bark. Command: Intangible, as expected. Command raises the drone above the projection and scans the area. Below it, a white space spreads over where the projection would be. A clearing in the projection surrounds the top of SCP-6048 , revealing its location. Command: Projection is blank from above. Whelan: Hold on, how many chrysali were supposed to be in here? The drone descends and moves towards Whelan. The rest of the team follows Whelan. In front of him, a chrysalis similar in appearance to SCP-6048 is seen attached to a bright, yellow spinning object. Cracking sounds are heard from the chrysalis as it writhes and wriggles. Abruptly, the sounds stop before the chrysalis bursts open. A bright light shoots out of a hole in the chrysalis, looping in on itself and traveling in circles around the projection. Freidmann: Oh my… The beam orbits SCP-6048 at extremely high speeds before shooting upwards towards the glowing lepidopteran silhouette in the perceived sky. Quickly after this, many black figures resembling various different lepidopterans travel through the path of this beam and disappear into the silhouette. Whelan: …where do you think they're going? Achebe: No clue. Al-Abassi: Command, have these events occurred before today? Command: Negative. This is the first time, it seems. Freidmann: Gotcha, we'll record anything else we see. The drone flies towards the glowing silhouette and attempts to pass through it. The drone instead leaves the projection. Achebe: By the way, it's chrysalides. Whelan: Huh, neat. The drone then re-enters the projection and surveys the area from above. In front of Al-Abassi, a long green streak shoots upwards, curling as it does. The streak then stops just under the "roof" of the projection and turns towards SCP-6048. The tip of the streak twirls and bursts, revealing an extremely bright shape similar to the face of a sunflower. The light from this sunflower spreads across the projection, getting brighter until the entire projection has been coloured white. The team is seen shielding their faces with their hands. The light then fades, revealing that the projection has dissipated. Achebe: God, that was bright… Whelan attempts to rubs his eyes and instead rubs the lenses of his gas masks. He groans, then looks around. Whelan: Dramatic, this one. Al-Abassi, holding his ear piece: Command, the projection has fully dissipated. Command: Affirmative. Bring your findings back to the lab as soon as possible. Al-Abassi: Affirmative, moving back. Al-Abassi turns to his teammates. Al-Abassi: That was fun, wasn't it? [END LOG] Following these events, all Type-1 projections followed a similar set of events as the ones described above. No noticeable changes were noted in type-2 projections. Update 6048.3: As of 16/05/2035, several changes to the interior of SCP-6048's containment chamber have been noted. Ambient light levels in the containment area have been significantly decreased, and attempts to introduce light sources to the area do not appear to have any effect, aside from the natural sunlight entering the containment chamber via windows. In addition to this, several species of caterpillar have appeared within the containment chamber of SCP-6048, along with appropriate flora for their diets. Removal of the caterpillars from the containment chamber results in them shortly demanifesting and reappearing within the chamber. Similar results are observed when attempting removal of flora. Other than the previously noted, all flora and caterpillar exhibit normal behaviour. In addition to this, SCP-6048 has begun exhibiting bioluminescence nocturnally. No changes in its apparent biology can be traced as a source of this bioluminescence. Typically, light emitted by SCP-6048 ranges from 380 to 700 nm in wavelength, causing it to appear white to human eyes. This light is dim and only illuminates a small area around SCP-6048. The area illuminated by SCP-6048 constantly remains at room temperature. Physical contact with SCP-6048 produces a tactile hallucination that the object is extremely hot despite there being no other known indications of abnormal temperature. Update 6048.4: Further changes in the projections of SCP-6048 have been recorded below. SCP-6048 NEW PROJECTION, ERT #445 Date: 18/07/2035 Time: 20:21 Personnel Present: Senior Researcher Naomi Freidmann, Senior Researcher Ahmed Al-Abassi, Researcher Ukeye Achebe, Junior Researcher Thomas Whelan Manned Robotic Research Item Present: Research Drone #445, armed with video recording equipment [BEGIN LOG] The drone camera is centered on SCP-6048 once again. ERT #445 is seen arriving on the area. Whelan: Who's ready for another hours long campout? I bought snacks. Whelan procures a bag of potato chips from his equipment bag and shakes it. Freidmann: Junior, you know very well you aren't permitted to bring food items into here. Whelan: Eheh, sorry. Whelan returns the chips to his bag. Achebe: How did you plan to eat it with a gas mask over your face anyway? Whelan raises a finger, pauses in thought and points at Achebe. Whelan: I'll give you that. As the conversation continues, SCP-6048 begins to release its vapors. Al-Abassi: Team, you may want to redirect your attention. Whelan stops to look at SCP-6048. Whelan: Oh! Looks like we won't be needing the snacks this time round. Footage is fast-forwarded thirty minutes. A projection has begun to manifest. Al-Abassi: Steel yourselves, friends. We've got recording to do. Friedmann, giving Al-Abassi a sidelong glance: I hardly think that would need steeling, Ahmed. Al-Abassi: Ah but Naomi, you know how the younger ones are. Al-Abassi and Freidmann glance at the other two. Achebe and Whelan are seen chatting. Freidmann: Mmhmm. Freidmann claps her hands once loudly. Freidmann: Juniors! Let's get a move on. The conversation abruptly ends as Whelan and Achebe prepare themselves. Shortly after, the team enters the projection radius. A type-1 projection soon forms within the vapour. SCP-6048 is seen swaying side to side as short streaks of various bright colours fall around it, similarly to leaves. Twisting swirls of colour fill the sky, floating in many directions. A glittering blue wall falls from the tree bark ceiling and takes a sharp right turn towards SCP-6048, before curving around it and taking yet another sharp turn, forming a staircase. Achebe: You know, this never stops being so beautiful. Whelan: Sure does. The silhouette of many lepidopteran imagos, in various colours, emerge from buds on the ground and fly towards the glowing lepidopteran in the sky. Various green streaks twist as they move upwards. A pink streak forms a fractal pattern as it floats around. Al-Abassi, abruptly: Oh my! Freidmann: What is it? The team and drone turn towards Al-Abassi, who is looking upwards. As the drone pans upwards, it is revealed that eight pairs of distinctly human eyes are randomly embedded in four beige, floating circles. These circles rotate as they float aimlessly around the projection. Whelan: Thaaaaat's new, right..? Achebe: Does it- Suddenly, each beige circle all move towards SCP-6048 and begin to slowly orbit it, locking their eyes on it. Grey streaks wrap around SCP-6048 and tighten themselves. On its front, a crude recreation of the Foundation logo is seen. SCP-6048 writhes as if bound by the grey streaks. As the grey streaks continue to bind SCP-6048, the projection begins to literally crumble and fall apart, revealing a distorted version of the containment cell. Rectangle-shaped pillars jut out at random angles, intersecting with one another. Grey vine-like streaks hang from the pillars. A bright, sun-shaped spotlight manifests above SCP-6048 and shines on it. Many eyes, all distinctly human, manifest on the walls of the projection, staring directly at SCP-6048. Al-Abassi: It appears the chrysalis has revealed a little more of its hand. Whelan: It knows we're here?! Friedmann: That appears to be the case, junior. Achebe: So this is what it thinks of us… Freidmann: Naturally. We are its captors, and it seems to know that. Freidmann approaches SCP-6048 Freidmann: The real question is where it wants to go once it metamorphoses. Whelan: To a forest, probably? With lots of flowers to drink nectar from for the rest of its life. Freidmann: Possibly. Though somehow, I doubt that. Al-Abassi: You've caught on as well? Freidmann turns to the rest of the team. Freidmann: You ever notice how- Freidmann is cut off by loud, rapid clicking. She turns back to SCP-6048, witnessing the grey streaks binding it burn away. Long, orange wisps rise from the ground accompanied by many sparks. The sun-shaped spotlight above SCP-6048 rapidly increases in luminosity. The eyes observing SCP-6048 all catch fire and burn into ashes, as do the grey pillars. A loud roar and the fluttering of wings are heard and the entire projection is engulfed in bright light. The drone records a large increase in temperature within the projection. Suddenly, the projection demanifests. Ambient light levels of the containment chamber have significantly lowered, while SCP-6048 shines relatively brightly. The team is seen on the ground, panting and sweating heavily. Afterword: ERT #445 was swiftly retrieved from the containment chamber and taken to the on-site ER. As a result of what is now dubbed Incident-6048-445, all team members had suffered spontaneous severe heat stroke, hypertonic dehydration and second-degree burns. All members are expected to recover. As per order of the Site Director all in-person observation of SCP-6048 is to be halted until further notice. [END LOG] Update 6048.5: As of 16/05/2036, several more changes have been recorded to the interior of SCP-6048's containment chamber. Ambient light levels have further decreased to a point where many areas of the chamber are completely dark outside of areas illuminated by sunlight and SCP-6048. All present instances of caterpillars have simultaneously formed chrysalides or cocoons and have begun their process of metamorphosis. All previously present instances of flora have seemingly expired. No traces of any flora, however, has been found within the containment chamber. SCP-6048 itself has begun permanently exhibiting bioluminescense and has drastically increased in luminosity, to the point that SCP-6048 illuminates a 50 meter radius around it. Members of Entomological Research Team #445 have made steady recovery from their injuries. Junior Researcher Whelan, Researcher Achebe and Senior Researcher Al-Abassi's conditions have stabilised and they are pending discharge. Senior Researcher Freidmann, due to her proximity to SCP-6048 at the time of incident, is under a medically-induced coma to allow ease of recovery. She is expected to be ready for discharge within the next 5 months. The following interviews were performed with all able-minded members of ERT #445. ERT-445-INT-TW Close ERT-445-INT-TW ERT-445-INT-TW Interviewer: Director Salvador Carillo Interviewee: Junior Researcher Thomas Whelan [BEGIN LOG] Whelan is seen sitting up in a hospital bed. Director Carillo takes a seat behind him and shuffles papers in his hands. Carillo: How are you doing today? Whelan: A lot better, actually! Couldn't even sit up a few days ago, now look at me. Plus… Whelan runs his hand across a burn scar on his face. Whelan: I got this sick scar I can show to- Carillo clears his throat. Whelan: But that's, uh, not why you're here, is it? Carillo shakes his head. Whelan: Right. But before we begin, I've got one question. How's Uke-er, researcher Achebe? And uh, the others of course. Carillo: Researchers Achebe and Al-Abassi are fine. However, Freidmann is currently in a medically induced coma. She should recover soon, though. Whelan: Yikes, hope so. Carillo clears his throat once more. Carillo: If you're ready, let's get started. What happened when SCP-6048 began manifesting the, uh, sparks and fire and whatnot. Whelan: Well, it got very hot for one. Very very hot. You probably could have guessed that from the, uh- Whelan points to his burn scars. Whelan: Yeah. Carillo: Anything else? Whelan: It also got really bright. If it weren't for the tint on our gas masks as well as us shielding our eyes, you may have needed to un-blind us as well. Whelan chuckles. Whelan: Then there was the big fire-insect. Real big, you can't have missed it. Carillo gives a confused look and flips through several transcripts. Carillo: No, junior, it appears we missed it. Whelan: Oh? Carillo: Multiple internal cameras as well as the drone didn't pick up any sort of "fire-insect". Could you describe it? Whelan: Well, it was huge as you may have guessed. Made of fire, too. I couldn't make out any, er, detailed features, it only appeared to me for a couple seconds, but it very clearly had the silhouette or outline of a butterfly or moth. Carillo scribbles down notes. Carillo: Anything else of note? Whelan: Yeah, it was floating in some empty space. Arms stretched out and wings unfolded behind it. The background was completely black, save for some white specks. Lots of orange and yellow wisps flying out from it towards me. After a couple seconds, it disappeared. If no one else saw it, then we could just excuse it as me- Carillo: No no, this is worth investigation regardless. Besides, I haven't interviewed your other able-minded comrades yet. Whelan: I see. Carillo stands up. Carillo: Thank you for your time, researcher Whelan. Your dischagre papers will arrive within the next week. Now, if you'll excuse me. Carillo turns away from Whelan and begins walking away. Whelan: Wait! Carillo swiftly turns back and raises an eyebrow. Whelan: Could you, uh, tell researcher Achebe I said hi? And everyone else too! Y'know, I'm just- Carillo sighs. A small smile grows on his face. Carillo: Of course. Carillo turns and walks away. [END LOG] ERT-445-INT-UA Close ERT-445-INT-UA ERT-445-INT-UA Interviewer: Director Salvador Carillo Interviewee: Researcher Ukeye Achebe [BEGIN LOG] Carillo sits next to the hospital bed holding Achebe. Achebe is sitting up. Carillo: Good morning, researcher. How are you feeling today? Achebe: I'm quite well director, thank you. I'm sure I'll be ready to properly discharge within the next week. Carillo: Excellent. Now, I have a few questions. Think you're able to answer them? Achebe: Of course. Carillo: Perfect. Now, what did you see when the event with SCP-6048 happened? Achebe: Well I'm sure you saw most of it from the footage. Sparks, fire, bright light. Goodness it was hot in there! Carillo: I'd imagine it would be. Achebe: Now, I'm not sure if what I saw next was some sort of hallucination or just part of the projection but… Carillo leans in to listen. Achebe: It's hard to describe, but imagine an orb, right? Huge, bright and yellow, or orangey-yellow. Just floating there, in an empty space speckled with white dots. All of a sudden, a proboscis pierces the orb. Or at least I assume so. It was unclear but I'm inclined to say proboscis. Carillo: Why? Achebe pauses. Achebe: …not sure. Just feels right. Carillo: Continue. Achebe: As I was saying, the proboscis pierces the orb and begins drinking from it in big gulps. Quite quickly, the orb is fully drunk. That's all that I saw, really. Carillo: I see. Carillo scribbles down notes. Carillo: Researcher Whelan witnessed something similar. Achebe: Has he? The same exact events? Carillo: No, he saw a giant flaming winged creature. Looked a lot like a butterfly or moth, apparently. The bug- Achebe: Insect, sir. There is a distinction. Carillo chuckles. Carillo: Diligent, aren't you? Achebe: You don't become a Foundation entomologist easily, sir! Carillo: Good to see. Anyway, the flaming insect was in a space similar to the one you described in your vision. Achebe: Oh? They must be connected then. Carillo: That's the current working theory. Carillo stands up and gathers his notes. Carillo: Thank you for your time, researcher. Achebe: Please, the pleasure was mine. [END LOG] ERT-445-INT-AA Close ERT-445-INT-AA ERT-445-INT-AA Interviewer: Director Salvador Carillo Interviewee: Senior Researcher Ahmed Al-Abassi [BEGIN LOG] Carillo enters the room. Al-Abassi is seen eating a meal in bed. He notices Carillo and smiles, putting his meal aside. Al-Abassi: Salvador! It has been too long, no? Carillo and Al-Abassi firmly shake hands. Carillo: It really has, Ahmed. How've you been? Al-Abassi: Honestly, my back has been killing me lately. Carillo: Alright old man, we get it. Al-Abassi: Watch it! You aren't too far from me. Carillo and Al-Abassi laugh. Al-Abassi: Now, I know you wouldn't just drop by for an idle visit. Too much of a prune for that. Carillo: Cut me some slack, Ahmed! Al-Abassi: Oh alright. Before you start, how is everyone else? Carillo: You'll be pleased to know that Thomas and Ukeye are well on their way to recovery. Al-Abassi: And Naomi? Carillo: Naomi, well, unfortunately I can't say she's doing as well. She is currently in a coma. Al-Abassi: My god… Carillo: Medically induced, I must add. Al-Abassi sighs. Al-Abassi: Well, that makes it slightly better. The room falls silent for 5 seconds. Carillo: Would you rather I come back later? Al-Abassi: Oh! No, no. Please, take a seat and, er, we can begin. Carillo: If you insist. Carillo takes a seat next to Al-Abassi. Al-Abassi: Now, you must want to know what happened, right? Carillo: Bang on. Al-Abassi: Well, I'm sure you already know most of the story. Why ask? Carillo: Well, your comrades have had visions Ahmed. Visions of things that weren't captured by any of our cameras. Al-Abassi looks shocked. Al-Abassi: So SCP-6048 hasn't emerged from its chrysalis yet? Carillo: What? Al-Abassi: That's what I saw. After the projection went bright, I saw the chrysalis shatter into over five thousand pieces. Carillo: That's oddly specific of you. Al-Abassi: I'm not being figurative, Salvador. There were exactly five thousand, five hundred and five pieces. Carillo: Ahmed, how could you possibly have known that? Al-Abassi: …I don't know. It just felt correct. Carillo: Well, what happened after that? Al-Abassi: It came out. Spread its wings and took off before I could even fully comprehend it. All I remember was it being a bright orangey-yellow and ginormous. Al-Abassi squints his eyes. Al-Abassi: In all honesty, it was gorgeous. Glorious, even. I wanted to bask in its glow for as long as I could. Carillo: But you just said that you couldn't even comprehend it. How can you be so sure- Al-Abassi: I don't know, Salvador. These details just appear in my mind, and I can't shake them off. They just feel correct. Silence for 5 seconds. Carillo: Why don't you get some rest, Ahmed? Al-Abassi: Perhaps. Thinking about this is tiring. Carillo: I'll be sure to check up on you. Have a good day. [END LOG] Update 6048.6: As of 17/06/2037, SCP-6048 has further developed new properties. All observed instances of chrysalides, bar SCP-6048, have completed their metamorphosis simultaneously and now all orbit SCP-6048. These insects do not seem to require sustenance, or they gain sustenance from orbiting SCP-6048. SCP-6048 now outputs a luminosity of over 7.5 million lumens, illuminating its entire containment chamber. Ambient temperature within the chamber has risen to 30 degrees Celsius, though SCP-6048 is recorded as exhibiting temperatures over 5505 degrees Celsius. In addition to this, anomalous brain-wave patterns were observed from Senior Researcher Naomi Freidmann. Upon passing these brain waves through an OViM4, several images were obtained, forming a video. The following are transcripts of said video. ERT-445-NF-OVIM Close ERT-445-NF-OVIM ERT-445-NF-OVIM Subject: Naomi Freidmann OViM ID: 342152-XEF [BEGIN LOG] The scene begins similarly to how Incident-6048-445 ended. The vines binding SCP-6048 burn away into ashes, orange wisps rise from the ground, the area brightens to a blindingly bright white. A loud roar is heard, before SCP-6048's chrysalis shatters into exactly 5505 pieces. These pieces slowly separate, revealing the curled up silhouette of SCP-6048, which is pitch black. Another roar is heard and SCP-6048 begins to stretch itself, absorbing the light in the area. SCP-6048 brightens, stretching its limbs and wings. SCP-6048 bears resemblance to no one particular species of lepidopteran, rather it bears traits visible in multiple species. SCP-6048 bears wings similar in structure to Attacus atlas5, wing patterns similar to Synemon plana6, and many other features from miscellaneous Lepidoptera species. Of note, SCP-6048's front-most pair of legs end in raptorial claws. Wisps, similar to the ones seen rising from the ground around the chrysalis, emanate from SCP-6048 as it prepares for flight. SCP-6048 takes off, flying towards a large, orangey-yellow orb at large speeds. White silhouettes of many smaller lepidopterans are seen following SCP-6048 as it does so. Many small, white dots appear in the background as SCP-6048 approaches the orb. Upon reaching the orb, SCP-6048 wraps its raptorial claws around it and plunges its proboscis into the orb, drinking from it. As it does so, SCP-6048 grows in size and the wisps emanating from it adopt more erratic behaviour. It is not long before the orb has been fully consumed. Another roar is heard and SCP-6048 takes the place of the orb, curling up into a sphere and enclosing itself within its wings. Many sparks fly off of SCP-6048 as it does so, coalescing together into a smaller sphere. The sphere then begins to descend away from SCP-6048, who's body parts have begun melding together. SCP-6048 leaves our view and we focus on the smaller sphere, while burns up into a glossy, red ball. The background shifts drastically as the sphere burns; brown streaks form a skyline against a blue background, the floor turns many shades of green, speckled with blues and reds and yellows. As the red ball settles, focus shifts back onto SCP-6048, which has fully melded into an orb and now resides in the perceived sky behind the red ball. A voice emanates from an unidentifiable location and says "And so light reborn takes its place, and we begin the cycle anew. Thus is the oroboros of Chrysolaris." Update 6048.7 (LATEST REVISION): Foundation analysts have determined that the metamorphosis of SCP-6048 will complete within the next decade, allowing for ample time to prepare for the emersion of SCP-6048 from its chrysalis. Foundation aerospace engineers and neutralisation experts are currently researching methods to neutralise SCP-6048 mid-travel, should it breach containment. Entomological research is focused on halting the metamorphosis of SCP-6048 and preventing its completion. Pacification and neutralisation of SCP-6048 is considered a high-level priority. Footnotes 1. A stage in a larval insect's life, marked by the molting of its skin. Insects will go through several instars in their lifetime before maturing into adults. 2. The order of insects that includes all butterfly and moth species. 3. Cells carried by metamorphosing bugs that use a chrysalis or cocoon. These cells aid in the construction and transport of parts present in the imago, such as wings. 4. Oneiric Visualization Matrix; technology used by the Foundation to produce visual images from brain waves. 5. Atlas Moth 6. Golden sun moth ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6048" by RadiantGold, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6048. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6049 | euclid | Item#: 6049 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Suspected cases of SCP-6049 are to be monitored to prevent outbreaks. In the event that an SCP-6049 outbreak occurs in a populated area, MTF-Chi-7 ‘Plague Tamers’ is to be deployed in order to quarantine the affected area. All affected individuals should be treated with antiviral medication and placed under observation. When the area has been cleared, affected individuals are to be administered Class-C amnestics and released. Misinformation about a "highly contagious pathogen outbreak" should be disseminated. A sample of SCP-6049 is to be stored in Biological Research Area-12. Controlled exposure to SCP-6049 is allowed with authorization from a researcher with level 3 clearance. Description: SCP-6049 is a highly contagious strand of the Influenza A Virus. SCP-6049 displays an elevated infection rate in non-human hosts, although it displays no anomalous characteristics otherwise. The virus follows a similar incubation period to that of its non-anomalous counterpart, with symptoms starting to affect the subject 1-2 days after initial exposure. Once the infection has progressed past the incubation stage, SCP-6049’s anomalous properties become apparent. SCP-6049 infections target the occipital lobe of the brain, which processes visual input. SCP-6049 is able to cause mild but constant hallucinations that manifest as advertisements on the subject’s field of vision. So far, no instances have matched a real product, which has led to the conclusion that SCP-6049 is unable to transmit information, approximating what is viewed as an advertisement rather than a detailed picture. This has also led to the consensus that SCP-6049 is not sentient, since it lacks the intelligence to accurately replicate or generate a clear image. SCP-6049 can be treated with conventional antivirals, and it is considered low-risk due to the absence of common symptoms associated with its non-anomalous counterpart. However, untreated exposure to SCP-6049 over the course of several weeks deteriorates the brain and increases the intensity of these hallucinations, culminating in death at around three weeks after initial exposure due to overstimulation. Due to the very noticeable nature of the hallucinations produced by SCP-6049, a subsection of MTF Chi-7 has been assigned to quickly treat SCP-6049 outbreaks. SCP-6049 in its original form is believed to have been engineered by known parapharmacologist and Person of Interest “dado” as part of an agreement with Group of Interest “Marshall, Carter, & Dark”. For more information on this partnership, refer to Addendum-6049-A. A second strain, designated SCP-6049-1, was developed and manufactured by MC&D using the base sequence found in the original version of SCP-6049. This strain is capable of producing clear, distinct images, and has a much shorter incubation period than the original. The production of this strain was completed and a demonstration was conducted in New York City, NY on ██/█/████, leading to a widespread outbreak of SCP-6049-1, known as Incident-6049-N. Foundation agents were deployed and although the outbreak was successfully contained, due to unforeseen circumstances, widespread amnestization efforts were needed to reestablish normalcy. All casualties were given appropriate cover stories, and the scene was successfully contained. Deemed a security risk after Incident-6049-N, Foundation agents embedded in MC&D conducted a full-scale retrieval operation on ██/█/████, resulting in the neutralization of SCP-6049-1 and its variants. For documents retrieved during the raid, refer to Addendum-6049-B. For information concerning Incident-6049-N, consult Incident-6049-N. + Addendum-6049-A - Close Addendum-6049-A: The following correspondence was intercepted between a Marshall, Carter, & Dark representative and POI 'dado'. To: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad From: moc.dcm|llaWdrawdE#moc.dcm|llaWdrawdE Subject: Business Proposal Dear Sir, I am writing in connection with your services, specifically in the field of pharmacology. Currently, the company I represent is looking for a manufacturer with vast experience in the field of atypical medicine, and your notoriety has piqued our interest. The item we are looking for must follow the following specifications: The item must be a virus capable of airborne transmission. The item must be able to make the affected individual see images. These images must be modifiable in order to suit customer needs. If this project looks feasible, we are willing to extend you a formal offer to develop the item for us. I look forward to hearing from you. Yours faithfully, Edward Wall Sales Executive Marshall, Carter, and Dark LLP to: moc.dcm|llawdrawde#moc.dcm|llawdrawde from: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad subject: re: business proposal hello businessman this is dado fine capitalist like marshals cartier and dark. dado is very good medicine provider and seller of many goods and services like dado copy shop and tourist trap but sadly dado is not taking your proposal because dado take pride in fighting virus how can virus be something that is makes by dado. it just doesnt make sense im sure fine business suit people like you can understand sorry have a good day and recommend very fine dado products to business dark thank you To: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad From: moc.dcm|enaKaniraK#moc.dcm|enaKaniraK Subject: Revised Business Proposal Dear Sir, I am writing to follow up on my colleague’s interaction with you. We have come to an agreement regarding thereof your services in the development of this item. Marshall, Carter, & Dark is prepared to pay you the sum of 500 Million USD for the development of this item. Our intention is to sell an item that fits the description that was given to you as a sort of inoculation, not as a virus by itself. Surely a renowned pharmacologist such as yourself would understand the uses for a virus strictly as medicine. We are interested in 10 containers of the virus, with payment deposited as soon as the item is received. We appreciate your cooperation. Respectfully yours, Karina Kane Sales Director Marshall, Carter, and Dark LLP to: moc.dcm|enakanirak#moc.dcm|enakanirak from: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad subject: re: revised business proposal hello this is dado pursuer of fine dado goods like dado carpet cleaners and music productions. dado has consulted many very good medicine conferences and dado now sees how virus can be medicine because medicine can also make you sick so you are not sick after virus idk the conferences keep talking about the same virus which make dado think that market is new before all doctor makes new virus to make people sick and immune. dado send product today and the product will be arriving at noon because amazon prime order is received by drones made by good capitalist amazon warehouse. dado decided to implant new revolutionary dado chip technology on virus to make images appear by themselves without user interface because dado is very good at medicine and also is thinking of fine business partner mcd and the sick client. dado has also included very small advertisement for fine dado business at the bottom of all virus so client can look at all of the fine dado business that is happening and word of mouth gets around to fine businessmen that give dado money for good ideas. also dado is sending only 9 canisters of fine dado product because a canister fell over when i was packing fine product inside amazon prime box but is no worries because virus will cure people in the street also thank you send money when the product is being delivered bye. + Addendum-6049-B - Close HFS86/F7KDE3/4J9S2 Status Selling Demand Medium Value 750 Million USD Availability Established Supply Chain Identifier Conspicio Virus Description Customizable strands of the Conspicio virus. Infected individuals perceive advertisements in their surroundings. All-in-one marketing campaign for the right price. Able to form specific images on request. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP Inventory Information HFS86/F7KDE3/4J9S2 Owner Quantity Comments Marshall, Carter and Dark LLP 150 (25 Containers) Available on demand. The Foundation 18 (3 Containers) Stored as SCP-6049; low level security. Unmodified virus strain. dado supplier supplier of unmodified virus strain. Customers N/A Items expected to enter the market soon. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP Memo 12 HFS86/F7KDE3/4J9S2 Sender Edward Wall Recipient Karina Kane The virus arrived today, but there is something really wrong with all of our preliminary tests. All of the images are completely random and there’s no way to influence what the image ends up being. That parapharmacologist may have discovered our intentions and sent over a faulty product to mess with us. We need something fast, before the buyer’s demonstration next week. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP Memo 13 HFS86/F7KDE3/4J9S2 Sender Karina Kane Recipient Edward Wall I received an email today. He thought making the images randomly generated would help make it more “user friendly” if I read that thing correctly. Send it to our parapharma contractor. They are already ready because I already knew about this guy before contacting him. They should be able to stabilize another strain before the due date. We might have to skip testing altogether, but we can make it work. Also, he seems to have accidentally released the virus, or at least a container. That might attract the attention of one of the organizations we wanted to avoid. Make plans to modify the test site in order to secure the release of the virus. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP Memo 14 HFS86/F7KDE3/4J9S2 Sender Edward Wall Recipient Karina Kane The parapharma guys say the virus will be ready to go before the test date. It seems like dado did do the stuff he’s known for if the virus can be modified that quickly. The test site has been cleared for next week’s demo. We might make it after all, even though dado tried to sell us a horrible product at first. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP + Incident-6049-N - Close Incident-6049-N: AFTER ACTION REPORT The following is the after-action report filed by Agent Molina, commander of MTF Chi-7. On ██/█/████, following the interception of MC&D memos detailing a widespread test of SCP-6049-1 on a populated area, Mobile Task Force Chi-Seven (Plague Tamers) was dispatched in order to prevent the release of SCP-6049-1. The core Chi-7 unit was supplemented with a secondary subunit specialized in disabling biological weapons, and agents specialized in setting up quarantine zones effectively and discreetly. The test site was found using information available through Foundation informants, who relayed the coordinates of a circular area in New York City, NY. The area raised concerns due to the site’s proximity to the known extra-dimensional settlement classified “Backdoor SoHo”. The proximity to an area known for its affluence of anomalous entities brought a need for additional caution, due to the general distrust displayed by the anomalous community towards the Foundation. Prior to arrival, preparations were made in order to have additional equipment ready to be deployed in case of a breach. On arrival, a preemptive ‘quarantine zone' was established around the area’s perimeter. While the equipment necessary to detect biological hazards was being set up, unwanted attention from civilians increased to the point where misinformation was necessary. In order to keep people from leaving the area prior to the biological hazard’s neutralization, an appropriate cover story involving air quality testing was given. This seemed to calm down most civilians, which gave the team enough time to localize and deactivate 5 SCP-6049-1 canisters. Unfortunately, due to the limited information Foundation agents were able to extract, the team failed to locate 4 canisters hidden in the city’s sewage system, and all 4 containers successfully released a significant amount of SCP-6049-1, resulting in ███ cases among civilians and 2 cases among Foundation agents, Agent Walters and Agent Wood, who had taken off their protective equipment prematurely. The symptoms started to become noticeable minutes after initial exposure, which helped mobilize all of Chi-7 quickly and maintain the quarantine zone that had already been established. Affected individuals, anomalous or not, started presenting symptoms much faster than previously anticipated, a previously unknown side effect of SCP-6049-1. The effect was much faster and highly aggressive in individuals possessing thaumaturgic abilities, with an estimated ██ deaths occurring before additional medical supplies had arrived. As resources and personnel arrived, a safer location was established in order to efficiently deal with the treatment of all affected individuals. All individuals successfully treated were amnesticized after a 24 hour observation period. The preparation of additional supplies is estimated to have helped cut down on deaths by 25%. Due to the magnitude of this event, along with the loss of 2 members of MTF Chi-7, it is strongly suggested that a mission to neutralize SCP-6049-1 take priority. The potential for this virus to spread throughout a populated city is enough to warrant this suggestion, but the main concern is its instability. In the space of a few hours, there were an estimated ███ deaths that occurred too quickly to prevent, including Agent Walters, who received treatment too late for the effects to dissipate. It is of utmost importance that SCP-6049-1 be neutralized before it has a chance to enter the market, due to the pervasive threat of a larger deliberate outbreak. access scipnet email? one (1) new message! re:bad product to: ten.pcs|f8a98-6578-pics#ten.pcs|f8a98-6578-pics from: ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad#ten.natdnayrdnualodad|odad subject: bad product hello science studies department person dado is of knowledge that virus meant for medicine is now yours and dado is writing to look for mcd bad cheap knock off of very fine dado medical product that they used without dado permission and violated dado laws and conditions of user. dado thinks that cheap fake bad medicine people that tampered with the product obviously because dado product are used only for medical uses like intended and dado is not responsible for fast sick or really sick anyways dado sorry about the sick people but also sorry that mcd isnt being fair and giving of money as business but knockoff product is destroyed so no hard feelings i think ok thx bye |
SCP-6050 | euclid | Item#: 6050 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6050 at its locus. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents and researchers embedded in the National Park Department of the Indonesian Ministry of Agriculture and Meteorological, Climatological, and Geophysical Agency are to operate the functions of Lake Telaga Warna National Park to monitor any potential storms or extreme weather around the park's vicinity. In the events of SCP-6050-A activation, a perimeter of 5 kilometers from the Lake Telaga Warna National Park's center known as the Alpha Zone are to be established and civilians are to be prevented from entering, with bad weather conditions as a cover story. Embedded Foundation personnel within the Meteorological, Climatological, and Geophysical Agency must broadcast the weather conditions in the SCP-6050 area, emphasizing heavy rain and lightning strikes in its reports. Any traditional ritual and ceremonies local to SCP-6050's area must not be conducted in the SCP-6050 area regardless of how significant the event is. Any unauthorized access into SCP-6050 must be stopped by any means, including termination by lethal force. Description: SCP-6050 is Foundation designation for Telaga Warna, a freshwater lake located in Bogor, West Java, Indonesia. The lake has a surface area of 2.68km² and a maximum depth of 13.5 meters. SCP-6050 is known for changing its coloration periodically by the public. The changing of Lake Telaga Warna's color (hereby referred to as SCP-6050-B) is indicative of SCP-6050's active state. Tests have shown that SCP-6050-B is not caused by organic matters (such as phytoplankton, sediment, silt, algae, or corals that absorb light wavelengths), but rather an anomalous state that forms a cycle. SCP-6050-B follows a cycle noted in Table 1A. Table 1A - The Cycle of SCP-6050-B Cycle Period Coloration Additional Notes 1st Cycle 1st January - 5th March Deep Sky Blue color Water temperature 8-15 degrees Celsius, slight breeze around the vicinity. 2nd Cycle 6th March - 25th November Spring Green color Water temperature 18.8-24.5 degrees Celsius. No wind. 3rd Cycle 26th November - 30th December Venetian Red color Water temperature 33.5 - 45 degrees Celcius. Noticeable high rate of wind. 4th Cycle 31st December Black Russian color Extreme rate of wind and waves on the lake. SCP-6050-A and SCP-6050-C are the manifestations of anomalous weather patterns in the SCP-6050's area. An active state of SCP-6050-A or SCP-6050-C will usually be indicated by an instantaneous change of cycle to the 4th Cycle of SCP-6050-B, the formation of large cumulonimbus clouds, followed by heavy rain and large quantities of lightning strikes, with an exception of the activation of both events and its cataclysm. SCP-6050-A is an anomalous event that occurs annually on 31st December. The exact nature and magnitude of these weather phenomena have varied throughout the years. Despite the unusually high rate of the storm, SCP-6050-A has yet to cause harm to human beings. SCP-6050-C is an event similar to SCP-6050-A that will occur should certain activities are conducted in the lake's area, with the most noticeable example being rituals conducted by civilians (See Discovery Log and Addendum-B for a theorized explanation). The annual SCP-6050-A event does not occur after an SCP-6050-C event. As carelessly triggering SCP-6050-C activation may result in a wide-scale catastrophe, rituals are prohibited from being performed on SCP-6050's grounds. Discovery: SCP-6050 was discovered in 1968 by the Indonesian Meteorological, Climatological, and Geophysical Agency. The Agency noticed the anomalous annual weather pattern it had observed for 20 years and reported it to the Indonesian Ministry of Agriculture. In 1972, the SCP-6050-C event was activated, triggered by a ritual performed by the locals in Lake Telaga Warna's area. A rapid change of weather patterns caused heavy rainstorms, hurricanes, and flooding in the city of Bogor. This results in 17 dead, 59 injured, and 3 destroyed buildings. In response, the Ministry of Agriculture and Foundation representatives lobbied to establish Lake Telaga Warna and its surrounding area as a national park to ease SCP-6050's containment efforts. As a result, Telaga Warna National Park was formed. Currently, the existence of SCP-6050 is known by the public. Due to the 1972 incident, locals linked the SCP-6050-C activation event with SCP-60501. This can be attributed to the locals being aware of the SCP-6050-C activation event, although the awareness of SCP-6050-C being anomalous has been suppressed by the Foundation. This has led the public to refer to the SCP-6050 as "Telaga Warna" (Lake of Colors in Indonesian). SCP-6050 has become a major tourist attraction in Indonesia, featured in news, entertainment, and travel media due to the "Legends of Lake of Colors" caused by SCP-6050-C and the coloration cycle caused by SCP-6050-B. Addendum-A: Documented Attempts of SCP-6050-C Activation Although highly debated, the purpose of testing SCP-6050-C activation events was to push the boundary of what is considered as a ritual that affected the event. Ethics Committee ruling found that these testing are necessary to be done, but the Foundation must make reparation to civilians affected by SCP-6050-C activation events testings. June 15th, 1976 Activation Event Ritual Used Sesajen2 was performed for this activation event. C Event Black thunderclouds immediately manifested as soon as the ritual started. Rain began to precipitate, followed by a hurricane. Summary The activation event lasted throughout a whole day and a small-scale flood began to inundate the city of Bogor. Several local infrastructures are damaged and destroyed due to high wind pressure. March 5th, 1979 Activation Event Ritual Used Mappadendang3 was performed for this activation event. C Event Storm clouds began to form, emitting lightning strikes at an unusually high rate one minute since the ritual started. D-Classes were instructed to continue performing the ritual process. Summary The group of D-Class performing the ritual died from a lightning strike in the middle of the ritual. It is estimated that the rate of lightning strikes in the SCP-6050 vicinity was 100 lightning strikes per minute. October 10th, 1984 Activation Event Ritual Used Tabur Bunga4 was performed for this activation event. C Event No weather patterns an indication of SCP-6050-B 4th Cycle were noticed throughout the whole day. Summary The ritual may not have any significance or relevancy to the SCP-6050-C activation event. July 1st, 1986 Activation Event Ritual Used Mapag Sri5 was performed for this activation event. A dozen of D-Classes were instructed to perform the ritual. C Event Wind speed around SCP-6050 began to increase exponentially. Hurricanes and vortex were formed at SCP-6050's vicinity. Storm clouds began to form throughout the city of Bogor. Meanwhile, a seismic pattern was detected at Mount Salak at the time of the activation event. Summary The activation event lasted for two days. A large flood and hurricanes caused 13 vital infrastructures to be destroyed along the process. A total of 20 deaths and 94 injuries were caused by this activation event. Addendum-B: Office of Tactical Theology Report PREPARED BY THE OFFICE OF TACTICAL THEOLOGY Subject: Lake Telaga Warna Date: November 17th, 1990 Site: Reliquary Area-105 Report: Investigation by the Office of Tactical Theology has discovered that Sri Ahni is a goddess within the Sundanese and Javanese tradition, major tribes and ethnicities in West Java. In the Lake Telaga Warna mythology, Sri Ahni is a goddess of harvest and agriculture in the Kingdom of Kuta Tanggeuhan, once a prosperous Kingdom that resides in the vicinity of Telaga Warna Lake. Sri Ahni had been described as a deceased deity that inhabits Lake Telaga Warna as her final resting place. The following poem is a myth of the mythology, transcribed to English: Hear me out, for what I’ll tell, Learn what you need from this tale. May you listen very well, As I will tell you how a village could fell. Once a long time ago, A village tale was told. The villagers drown in sorrow, Because crops won’t grow. Rain won’t come, Long time they have gone. Fear approach some, Can they keep living on? God may hear their prayer, As the star foretold, rain began to form The cause of that? May due a child was born. Who’s none other than the king’s daughter. As the king’s and queen’s daughter grow, Prosperity hastily follows. Celebration began to be thrown, For the new goddess, they have to bow. As goddess as they claim, A mere human she the same. How the fortune keeps came, Is something she never tame. I am a man close to her, Often there when she's in somber. The responsibility, that never hers to begin with, kept pressing harder. Normal life is never. Years go on, in another circle of stars. Another celebration won’t be afar. It’s the 17th birthday is indeed a charm, But for her is none but the largest scars To rule the village is her destiny, After her adolescence, such is the certainty. And the villager claims to foresee The glory brought by the divinity. This all too much for her, All the crops and all the golds, She can’t take it no more. And she ran for sure. I followed her as the others, Yet I was too late for her. Lying lifeless, everything went blur, Such death is what she prefers. Sadness surrounds the villagers, The prosperity may come no more. By god, that all they care for. Such is the hidden corrupt on power. They knew ill fate will come, They do anything so the rain won’t gone. O I wish they known, Such things should never be done. Let her rest, Let her rest, Please it for her best. Is simply burying her too much to request? I tried to find the king, Yet he has no longer been. I can’t believe what I have seen. Their bloodline end here. Rain began to form, Has the villager succeeded on? Only when the storm came upon, I knew everything will be gone. For long the rain pouring down, Death comes all around. From the crop up to the crown, Everything already drowns. I knew this will come, As the rain pouring on, I took the boat and sat upon. There I was watching on. Your funeral may not what we hope to be, But at least you are now free. Goodbye Ahni. Or as I and you would like it to be, Gilang Rukmini. Furthermore, during SCP-6050-A and SCP-6050-C activation events, a huge spike of Akiva radiation was detected during the latest SCP-6050-C activation event in 1986 by the Office of Tactical Theology. This suggests that a divine entity was present at the event. It is a recommendation from the Office of Tactical Theology that further testing regarding SCP-6050-C is to be ceased and all efforts should be put to prevent future events due to its cataclysmic effects. Additionally, no type of traditional rituals or ceremonies is to be held in the vicinity of SCP-6050 as it may cause SCP-6050-C activation event. Footnotes 1. These reports were never proven, and are believed to be factitious 2. A plate of offering that consists of vegetables, jasmines and rose flower petals, and incense. Commonly used by the Javanese to communicate and interact with a higher being for blessings upon their crops. 3. A ritual consisting of several male dancers and group musicians playing a rhythmic noise made by mortar by banging bamboo into the mortar to synchronize the dancer's movements. 4. A tradition where bundles of flowers, selections of flower petals, and water mixed with rose extract were thrown to a certain place or person. 5. a large-scale ritual that is known as an offering for the Gods for their blessing the day after harvest season. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6050" by nahyesq and PhoenixOfHope, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6050. Licensed under CC-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-6051 | esoteric-class | Item#: 6051 Level3 Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6051's abilities and the remoteness of its current location, containment is, though theoretically possible, far too costly and is unnecessary. All attempts to do so are to be postponed indefinitely. SCP-6051's movements are to be observed via satellite, while Foundation monitoring stations within Siberia are to monitor for any abnormally low-temperature shifts in the region. In the event SCP-6051 is observed moving towards a populated area, MTF-Epsilon 6 "Village Idiots" are to intercept and draw SCP-6051 back into a more sparsely populated area. In the event, this fails, and SCP-6051 does enter a populated area, MTF Epsilon-9 "Fire Eater" and MTF Pi-1 "City Slickers" are to be deployed to force SCP-6051 to flee. All witnesses are to be amnesticized and a cover story regarding freak snowstorms is to be circulated through the media. Description: SCP-6051 is a humanoid entity formerly known as Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov of the 3rd Guards Rifle Division. The entity is 6ft3 in height and suffers from severe albinism. Despite being born in 1911, SCP-6051 has not shown any visible signs of ageing since 1941. SCP-6051 possesses potent cryokinetic abilities. SCP-6051's internal body temperature has been recorded to be as low as −5°C.1 SCP-6051 is capable of lowering the temperature of its immediate surroundings to −50°C.2 With concentration, this effect can be amplified to being able to almost instantly freeze an object or individual within one mile and when within SCP-6051's line of sight. SCP-6051 effects can be hampered and even completely stopped with high temperatures. According to GRU-P testing, temperatures of 600-800°C3 or less did little to impede SCP-6051's capabilities. Temperatures of 1000°C4 were shown to be effective as slowing down SCP-6051, though this could be overcome given enough time and concentration on the part of SCP-6051. Only temperatures of 2204°C5 and above were capable of completely stopping SCP-6051 in its tracks. Addendum-6051-1: History and Origin of SCP-6051 Below is a collection of GRU-P6 documents that were provided by the GRU-P during the initial containment efforts of SCP-6051. These documents outline the history of Project: Red Flea, which created SCP-6051, though most of what was related to the creation of SCP-6051 was destroyed in 1948. OSI "SILENT NIGHT" DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II APPROVED 11.III.1935 PRINTOUT NR: 1 SIGNED .................. S DEPARTMENT HEAD III-P-9-GRU D.NR: 14-III-1936 RESPONSIBLE PERSONNEL: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н.7 DETAIL: OSI "SILENT NIGHT" is the designation of a previously unknown Vila8, which has been frequently sighted and documented by both high and low ranking military personnel over the last century. The most notable characteristic of "SILENT NIGHT" is its endothermic properties, causing the severity of winters to increase near it. First recorded officially by Grande Armée and Imperial Russian forces in 1812 during the French retreat from Russia. Precise physical characteristics vary from each account, the only three consistencies between all are as follows: The body of "SILENT NIGHT" emitted no heat whatsoever, only cold. Being blindingly white, only noticeable during the winter due to its frequent movements and the amount of smoke and dust in the air thrown up by combat. "SILENT NIGHT" was recorded as emitting faint 'giggling' noises. Its presence at major battles has been theorised to be due to 'excitement' over observing the combat involved, providing a possible explanation for the noises emitted by "SILENT NIGHT". Its effects on its surroundings are theorized to be unintentional. "SILENT NIGHT" was successfully restrained by the use of a pagan binding ritual, as all efforts at physical restraining have failed. "SILENT NIGHT" is currently bound to a large granite rock at the secure site codenamed "VERA" until long term holding can be established. Proposed uses: (i) Agricultural Improvements - REJECTED - Assuming that control or cooperation is possible. "SILENT NIGHT" could be used to improve farming conditions in Siberia and in turn increased agricultural output, as it may be capable of redirecting colder temperatures away from our farmlands. As well as shifting our main food source from Ukraine to further East, where it would be safer in the event of war. Concealment of this is considered too costly, along with long-term ecological ramifications of such a radical environmental shift. And there is nothing to indicate "SILENT NIGHT" is capable of absorbing the cold, only causing it. (ii) Military Usage (Large Scale) - APPROVED - "SILENT NIGHT" has been shown capable of driving back entire armies when 'excited'. If such excitement could be focused, we should cause sudden shifts in the weather and harsher winters, thereby slowing down any invading army if not outright stopping them in their tracks. Long Live the Soviet Union. PROJECT UPDATE DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 05.V.1938 D.NR:08-X-1939 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 14-III-1936 SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. DETAIL: With the rising tensions in Europe, it is the belief of the General Secretary that the military potential of "SILENT NIGHT" must be further considered. To this end, additional military funding is to be granted. Furthermore, all "SILENT NIGHT" research staff are to be reassigned to a new project. Its official designation is to be "PROJECT: RED FLEA." The aim of this project is to assess and fully utilise the military capabilities of "SILENT NIGHT". Any additional research must be with the aim of furthering this goal, any research efforts that are not outlined in Appendix A must be approved by GRU-P command and/or the General Secretary. Long Live the Soviet Union. PROJECT UPDATE DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 08.IV.1940 D.NR:08-IV-1940 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 08-VV-1938 SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. DETAIL: The following is a response to a recent update on "PROJECT: RED FLEA" by Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. At this moment, all efforts at communication and cooperation appear to be impossible. If "SILENT NIGHT" is capable of verbal or written communication, it does not have any interest in doing so. As outlined in earlier research notes, the only discernable reaction that can be truly observed is excitement when combat and warfare are near. The reason behind this is unknown. Two solutions have been proposed. Proposed solutions: (i) Improve Communication Efforts - REJECTED - If we can figure out precisely how "SILENT NIGHT" communicates then perhaps we can convince it to work with the GRU-P. The fact nothing has come from nearly two years of research makes it clear this is an act of futility. (ii) Binding "SILENT NIGHT" to a Human - APPROVED - Several of the staff have proposed a radical, but possibly effective solution. As it has been proved that "SILENT NIGHT" can be bound to a physical object and can affect the temperature of and the area surrounding said object, it has been theorized that binding it to a human would allow the usage of its abilities. Before we can begin the binding ritual, a physically fit and ideologically loyal individual must be selected as the host. No records of this being attempted in the past have been found, so the risk is great. But we will take every precaution necessary to ensure its success. Long Live the Soviet Union. INTERVIEW LOG DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 20.X.1940 D.NR:20-X-1940 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 12-III-1940 Attached is an extract from the transcript of an interview with Candidate 22 for "PROJECT: RED FLEA", Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov. Interviewer is agent "MAXIM"." M: State your name, age and date of birth. VK: Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov. I am 29 years old, born on 23rd April 1911. M: And the date please? VK: 20th October 1940. M: This interview is being conducted to determine if you are psychologically fit for this project. I want you to answer these questions honestly, giving false information will be met with severe consequences. Do you understand? VK: Yes sir. M: Good. Why did you accept the invitation to be a candidate for this project? VK: Two main reasons sir. The first is that I want to contribute more to the Soviet Union and comrade Stalin than just being another rifleman on the frontlines. Not that there is anything wrong with that. M: And the second reason? VK: Because I was asked to. M: What do you know of this project? VK: Rumours mostly, I know it's top-secret but that's all I know for certain. I've heard it's a super-soldier program. But I've also heard it's about designing new tanks, even heard it was about creating Babayaga or a Vodyanoy.9 Utter rubbish I tell you, must have gotten drunk when they came up with that. M: And you haven't been curious about this project? VK: Maybe a little but if I get accepted my questions will be answered. So I can wait. M: Good, would you kill an unarmed man? VK: If he was an enemy of the state yes. M: What if he was not? VK: …In all honesty? M: Yes. VK: Probably not. M: Would you disobey a superior officer to save any soldiers under your command? VK: No, my superiors are no doubt planning for the long run. M: What if your superiors had ordered you to execute an unarmed man, who as far as you knew was not an enemy of the state? VK: …I would, though not without some hesitation. M: Understandable, that much is reflected in your handling of Basmachis in Turkestan. Well I have everything I need, thank you for your time Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov. Candidate 22 has shown commitment to the ideals of Communism, as well as matching the physical requirements for "PROJECT: RED FLEA". While I understand it is not my place to choose who is accepted, but I personally recommend Candidate 22. I hope this can at least be taken into account. PROJECT UPDATE DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 12.IV.1941 D.NR:12-IV-1941 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT D.NR:08-IV-1940 SENDER: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. RECIPIENT: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union DETAIL: By all accounts, the binding ritual was successfully performed on the 12th Feburary 1941. "SILENT NIGHT" was successfully bound to Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov who will henseforth be designated as "RED FLEA". "RED FLEA" has shown extensive control over its newfound capabilities, despite the physical and emotional stress of the procedure. The only noted physical difference to "RED FLEA"'s body following the procedure is a change in hair colour and pigmentation into that of an Albino. "RED FLEA" has also been shown to be able to direct its effects towards specific targets. Capable of completely freezing a T-26 tank within minutes. We are currently in the process of testing the limits of "RED FLEA"'s capabilities. "RED FLEA" is estimated to be ready for large scare military operations by March 1942. Long Live the Soviet Union. PROJECT UPDATE DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 28.IX.1941 D.NR:28-IX-1941 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 12-IV-1941 SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. DETAIL: As this update is free of the obligations of propaganda, I will be stark and clear. With the loss of Kyiv, the Red Army is finding it increasingly difficult to stem the tide of the Nazi horde. The Stavka10 estimates that the Wehrmacht will reach Moscow within weeks. If we are to achieve victory and preserve the Soviet Union, "RED FLEA" must be deployed as soon as possible. The General Secretary is officially ordering the process of training be sped up, "RED FLEA" is to be deployed by Winter of this year. If you cannot deliver this, the General Secretary will find someone who can. Long Live the Soviet Union. PROJECT REVIEW DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 20.VIII.1944 D.NR:20-VIII-1944 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 15-V-1941 SENDER: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. RECIPIENT: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union DETAIL: With the recent victories over the Wehrmacht I believe it would be best to go over a brief outline of "RED FLEA"'s effectiveness over these past three years. Especially as we advance towards Germany itself. "RED FLEA"'s capabilities have been found capable of greatly affecting the weather much like "SILENT NIGHT." The most notable example being the Battle of Stalingrad, during this operation "RED FLEA" used its capabilities to cause, what has since been identified, as the coldest winter in 100 years. Unfortunately, this extreme winter was also a hamper for our own forces, grounding the majority of the Soviet Air Force that was to take part in operations to encircle and destroy Wehrmacht forces in Stalingrad. Furthermore, "RED FLEA" has shown an increasing detachment from its fellow soldiers often being distant and cold. Many of our own personnel are afraid to make physical contact with "RED FLEA" out of fear of frostbite. "RED FLEA" makes little comment on this, even when asked. Further examples of this detachment can be seen in the attached post-operation interview transcript. Nevertheless, "RED FLEA" has played a decisive role in several major operations, both offensive and defensive. I recommend we maintain close observation of "RED FLEA" however, as its shifting behaviour means its loyalty may waver in the future. Long Live the Soviet Union. INTERVIEW LOG DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 24.V.1942 D.NR:24-IV-1943 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 20-VIII-1944 Attached is an extract from the transcript of an interview with "RED FLEA". Interview took place following the end of the Moscow Strategic Offensive Operation. Interviewer is agent "MAXIM", who had helped "RED FLEA" in its training prior to and immediately after the ritual. M: State your name for the record please. RF: Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov, code-named Red Flea. M: And the date please? RF: 24th May 1942. M: Excellent, your mental capacity remains intact. RF: Is something the matter? M: No, this is just a simple after mission report. You are by no means an ordinary soldier, after all, so we want to make sure everything is going well. RF: Of course. M: During your most recent operation, you were assigned to take out a German Panzer Brigade, a simple feat for you. Is this correct? RF: Yes. M: During this operation, you were attacked by Alaric11 agents, they attempted to bind you to a pocket watch in a similar fashion to the ritual we performed on you. Is this correct? RF: Yes. M: And in response you froze two of these three Alaric agents solid. Correct? RF: Yes. M: Care to explain what happened to the third agent? RF: I only froze his leg, so he would not be able to escape. That way he could be interrogated M: That would be the case, if not for the fact you killed him before we had a chance to bring him in for interrogation. You froze his head solid, by all accounts it was a slow and brutal process. Are these accounts accurate? RF: Yes. M: And what of the soldiers who were attempting to apprehend that agent? They were frozen as well. Is that correct? RF: Yes. M: What did they do? RF: They got in the way. Do you expect an artillery piece to cease firing just because a couple of friendly soldiers were in the way? M: So why did you do freeze the agent in the first place? RF: It was my understanding that the Germans had to suffer. After what they did to Russia. M: An understandable reaction, but this is not the first incident like this reported, each one was justified with similar excuses. Why did you feel the need to justify these events with a desire for interrogation or anything else along those lines? RF: Revenge doesn't look good on official reports. Despite this notable change in behaviour, it is appropriate for effective wartime combat. As it aids in the dehumanisation of the Germans. Therefore, we need not take action. NOTICE OF PROJECT CANCELLATION DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 18.XII.1948 D.NR:18-XII-1948 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 11-XII-1947 SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.б.н. DETAIL: As of the 18th of December, 1948 "PROJECT: RED FLEA" is to be cancelled and disbanded, effective immediately, under the direct order of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. This cancellation has been ordered following the incident on the 15th of December, 1948. During which "RED FLEA" escaped secure facility "VERA". The precise cause of this incident is currently under investigation but the consequences of it are clear. "RED FLEA" is currently wandering the wastes of Siberia as it is a perfect environment for it to thrive in. At present, all GRU-P personnel who attempted to locate and/or apprehend "RED FLEA" during and immediately after its escape have been killed. Therefore, until "RED FLEA" has been returned to GRU-P control, "PROJECT: RED FLEA" and all research not related to the reacquirement of "RED FLEA" are to be halted until further notice. For this specific project, we ask that you: Destroy any and all documentation related to both "SILENT NIGHT" and "RED FLEA", unless ordered to do otherwise by the Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Suppress any reported sighting of "RED FLEA" by either military personnel or civilians. All personnel associated with "PROJECT: RED FLEA" are to be redirected into locating and recapturing "RED FLEA"". Patrols of "RED FLEA"'s last known location are to be organised immediately. If "RED FLEA" is located, the binding ritual is to be attempted, the item "RED FLEA" is to be bound will be left at your discretion. Long Live the Soviet Union. This is the last known document related to SCP-6051 in GRU-P archives. Following this incident, SCP-6051 remained in Siberia, the GRU-P attempted to recapture it several times to no avail. SCP-6051 entered the knowledge of the Foundation on the 15th of September 1987. With the collapse of the Soviet Union imminent, the GRU-P contacted the Foundation in order to hand over the responsibility of SCP-6051 to them as they lacked the funding and resources for further recapture efforts. The GRU-P offered to hand over all documents related to SCP-6051 that had not been destroyed, in exchange, the Foundation would provide them short-term financial aid. These terms were agreed to and the Foundation immediately moved in to attempt to contain SCP-6051, all containment attempts failed. Below is a transcript of the last containment effort prior to the introduction of the current containment procedures. Video Log Transcript, Containment Attempt 5 Date: 26/11/1989 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9 "Fire Eater" Target: SCP-6051 Team Lead: EP-9 Daniels Team Members: EP-9 Walker / EP-9 Pushkin / EP-9 Dallas / EP-9 Rayne Additional Notes: At the beginning of the log, MTF Epsilon-9 were travelling to SCP-6051's last recorded position. The transport was fitted with a, at the time, prototype video and audio recording system. While the members of MTF Epsilon-9 were equipped with heated suits and incendiary weapons to help combat SCP-6051 in the event of violent confrontation. [BEGIN LOG] EP-9 Daniels: Radios are on, can everyone hear me? EP-9 Walker: Check. EP-9 Pushkin: Check. EP-9 Dallas: Check. EP-9 Rayne: Reading you loud and clear. EP-9 Daniels: Overwatch Command, do you copy? Overwatch Command: This is Command, we read you. EP-9 Daniels: Roger Command, we are approaching the estimated location of SCP-6051, ETA three minutes. EP-9 Dallas: So we're the best the Foundation could do? Five MTFs in an APC? Don't we have helicopters or something? EP-9 Pushkin: Yes but they already tried that. Didn't go well. EP-9 Walker: You sure these suits will keep us safe? EP-9 Rayne: Labcoats certainly seem to think so, and I trust their opinion. EP-9 Walker: Not sure how I feel, I mean, there were 5 attempts prior to this. Doesn't exactly inspire confidence. Not sure why we're even trying to talk to it at this point. EP-9 Rayne: As far as we can tell, it has never attacked without being provoked. This means it must still be capable of reason, it's the humane thing to do. At this point, the transport immediately stops moving. EP-9 Daniels: Dallas, status report! EP-9 Dallas: I don't know what's happened. The truck just stopped moving, the wheel won't even budge. EP-9 Daniels: Command, this is Daniels. The transport is stuck, I've sending Dallas and Walker out to investigate. Pushkin and I will remain inside the transport. Confirm? Overwatch Command: Confirmed. Make any repairs as quickly as you can, don't want to get caught out in the open. EP-9 Daniels: Alright then, like I said Dallas, Walker, head out and take a look. Both EP-9 Dallas and EP-9 Walter leave the transport, investigating the vehicle's engine. EP-9 Daniels: Walker, any chance we can get this vehicle moving? EP-9 Walker: Errm…not really. It's frozen. EP-9 Daniels: How frozen? EP-9 Walker: Solid. EP-9 Pushkin: I thought the engine was heated to stop it from freezing. EP-9 Walker: It is. EP-9 Pushkin: Now imagine if this had happened while we were high up in the sky. EP-9 Dallas: Touché. EP-9 Daniels: Command, SCP-6051 has disabled our vehicle, we are likely to encounter it momentarily. We are estimated to be located five miles away from its last known location, we'll try to make it back but…I cannot promise that we will. Overwatch Command: Copy. Set up a perimeter around the transport and keep an eye out for SCP-6051. Good luck. EP-9 Daniels: Thank you, Command. EP-9 Daniels, Walker and Pushkin do as instructed, forming a perimeter around the transport as EP-9 Dallas attempts repairs. Dallas, can you heat it up? Melt the ice? EP-9 Dallas: If I use a fire maybe. But that will take time and I doubt the engine will work after being frozen like this. EP-9 Walker: Daniels! Movement two o'clock!" All MTF Epsilon-9 members look at the direction EP-9 Walker was facing. SCP-6051 is seen approaching them. All MTF Epsilon-9 members assumed defensive positions, maintaining focus on SCP-6051 EP-9 Daniels: Command, SCP-6051 has been sighted, proceeding as ordered. Command: Copy. EP-9 Daniels: Pushkin, you're up. EP-9 Pushkin: (In Russian) Viktor Kuznetsov! We are from the SCP Foundation and would like to offer you safety and peace with our organisation. Please submit to containment and no one needs to be harmed. SCP-6051: (In Russian) Leave me. EP-9 Pushkin: (In Russian) I'm sorry? SCP-6051: (In Russian) Why do your superiors send so many of you? I do not belong near the world of man, but nor do I belong in a cell. If you leave now, no one has to die. EP-9 Pushkin: (In Russian) We cannot simply let you roam around, trust us. You can be a lot safer with the Foundation. SCP-6051: At this point SCP-6051 begins speaking in English…Have you ever heard of the Theatre of Cruelty? EP-9 Pushkin: I'm sorry? SCP-6051: I read about it once; it was supposed to shock audiences and disrupt the relationship between them and the actors. Break down those barriers and reveal what you truly are. Let's find out if it applied to you as well. Don't forget; I asked you to leave. Upon finishing this sentence, SCP-6051 watched as both EP-9 Walker and EP-9 Dallas are killed instantly. Analysis of the footage indicated they died of frostbite. EP-9 Daniels and Pushkin open fire upon SCP-6051 with limited effect. EP-9 Pushkin throws a Thermite grenade which detonates and causes SCP-6051 to flee. EP-9 Daniels: That should keep him at bay. Got a plan, Pushkin? EP-9 Pushkin: If we're quick, maybe we can make a break for it. EP-9 Daniels: Into Siberia? EP-9 Pushkin: Got a better idea? EP-9 Daniels: Ready when you are. Before this plan could be executed, SCP-6051 returned and activated its anomalous properties, killing EP-9 Pushkin and gravely wounding EP-9 Daniels with his death only averted due to the timely burning of Thermite. SCP-6051: That will not last long, we should talk before it runs out. There is not much else we can do while we wait. EP-9 Daniels: You don't have to do this. You'll be safe with us. SCP-6051: I gave you a chance to leave, but you did not take it. Regardless, being locked up in a room for the rest of my existence? I have no intention of being sealed away again. Not that you can but this saves us all time and manpower. EP-9 Daniels: If you want to be left alone, why are you attacking us? You can just as easily force us to leave. SCP-6051: Why does fire burn? Or water drown? Simply a side effect of too much of it. I cannot control that. EP-9 Daniels: Then what do you want? SCP-6051: Your Foundation wants to put me in a box because they fear I will turn into a monster and plot world domination. I have no such grand plans. At this point SCP-6051 changes its gaze and looks towards the camera on the transport. I'm sure you have read up on Red Flea. I did not storm the Kremlin or the White House. I do not belong anywhere but here. You can continue to try and contain me, costing you greatly in money and men. Or you can simply allow me to remain where I belong, and I promise not to take one step in any of man's cities. If I break this promise, you may deploy all the Napalm you want on me. EP-9 Daniels: So what? You want to be left alone?! That's it?! SCP-6051: In short? Yes. I see that Thermite is almost gone, this was delightful, I don't often manage full conversations. It is a shame we cannot keep talking. I bid you, прощание.12 As the cold weather intensifies, the recorder's view is blocked by the snow until the footage cuts out. [END LOG] Closing Statement: While it is in theory possible to eventually secure SCP-6051, given the manpower and financial costs of failed attempts to do so, along with the fact it is effectively self-contained within the Siberian wilderness, this has been deemed unnecessary. It is ruled that containment protocols would be updated to observe SCP-6051 rather than attempt to capture, through direct intervention is to remain an option if containment were to be breached. - Dr Vasily Kuzmin, head of SCP-6051 research. Footnotes 1. 23°F 2. -58°F 3. 1112-1472°F 4. 1832°F 5. 4000°F 6. For information on the operations and origin of the GRU-P please consult files on GOI-16. 7. PH.D 8. Equivilent to a 'Fairy' in western cultures 9. The Russian equivalent of a 'Bogeyman' and a water spirit respectively. 10. Soviet High Command 11. GRU-P codename for SS Ahnenerbe. 12. Farewell in Russian ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6051" by thesilentking, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6051. Licensed under CC-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-6051 | uncontained | Item#: 6051 Level3 Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6051's abilities and the remoteness of its current location, containment is, though theoretically possible, far too costly and is unnecessary. All attempts to do so are to be postponed indefinitely. SCP-6051's movements are to be observed via satellite, while Foundation monitoring stations within Siberia are to monitor for any abnormally low-temperature shifts in the region. In the event SCP-6051 is observed moving towards a populated area, MTF-Epsilon 6 "Village Idiots" are to intercept and draw SCP-6051 back into a more sparsely populated area. In the event, this fails, and SCP-6051 does enter a populated area, MTF Epsilon-9 "Fire Eater" and MTF Pi-1 "City Slickers" are to be deployed to force SCP-6051 to flee. All witnesses are to be amnesticized and a cover story regarding freak snowstorms is to be circulated through the media. Description: SCP-6051 is a humanoid entity formerly known as Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov of the 3rd Guards Rifle Division. The entity is 6ft3 in height and suffers from severe albinism. Despite being born in 1911, SCP-6051 has not shown any visible signs of ageing since 1941. SCP-6051 possesses potent cryokinetic abilities. SCP-6051's internal body temperature has been recorded to be as low as −5°C.1 SCP-6051 is capable of lowering the temperature of its immediate surroundings to −50°C.2 With concentration, this effect can be amplified to being able to almost instantly freeze an object or individual within one mile and when within SCP-6051's line of sight. SCP-6051 effects can be hampered and even completely stopped with high temperatures. According to GRU-P testing, temperatures of 600-800°C3 or less did little to impede SCP-6051's capabilities. Temperatures of 1000°C4 were shown to be effective as slowing down SCP-6051, though this could be overcome given enough time and concentration on the part of SCP-6051. Only temperatures of 2204°C5 and above were capable of completely stopping SCP-6051 in its tracks. Addendum-6051-1: History and Origin of SCP-6051 Below is a collection of GRU-P6 documents that were provided by the GRU-P during the initial containment efforts of SCP-6051. These documents outline the history of Project: Red Flea, which created SCP-6051, though most of what was related to the creation of SCP-6051 was destroyed in 1948. OSI "SILENT NIGHT" DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II APPROVED 11.III.1935 PRINTOUT NR: 1 SIGNED .................. S DEPARTMENT HEAD III-P-9-GRU D.NR: 14-III-1936 RESPONSIBLE PERSONNEL: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н.7 DETAIL: OSI "SILENT NIGHT" is the designation of a previously unknown Vila8, which has been frequently sighted and documented by both high and low ranking military personnel over the last century. The most notable characteristic of "SILENT NIGHT" is its endothermic properties, causing the severity of winters to increase near it. First recorded officially by Grande Armée and Imperial Russian forces in 1812 during the French retreat from Russia. Precise physical characteristics vary from each account, the only three consistencies between all are as follows: The body of "SILENT NIGHT" emitted no heat whatsoever, only cold. Being blindingly white, only noticeable during the winter due to its frequent movements and the amount of smoke and dust in the air thrown up by combat. "SILENT NIGHT" was recorded as emitting faint 'giggling' noises. Its presence at major battles has been theorised to be due to 'excitement' over observing the combat involved, providing a possible explanation for the noises emitted by "SILENT NIGHT". Its effects on its surroundings are theorized to be unintentional. "SILENT NIGHT" was successfully restrained by the use of a pagan binding ritual, as all efforts at physical restraining have failed. "SILENT NIGHT" is currently bound to a large granite rock at the secure site codenamed "VERA" until long term holding can be established. Proposed uses: (i) Agricultural Improvements - REJECTED - Assuming that control or cooperation is possible. "SILENT NIGHT" could be used to improve farming conditions in Siberia and in turn increased agricultural output, as it may be capable of redirecting colder temperatures away from our farmlands. As well as shifting our main food source from Ukraine to further East, where it would be safer in the event of war. Concealment of this is considered too costly, along with long-term ecological ramifications of such a radical environmental shift. And there is nothing to indicate "SILENT NIGHT" is capable of absorbing the cold, only causing it. (ii) Military Usage (Large Scale) - APPROVED - "SILENT NIGHT" has been shown capable of driving back entire armies when 'excited'. If such excitement could be focused, we should cause sudden shifts in the weather and harsher winters, thereby slowing down any invading army if not outright stopping them in their tracks. Long Live the Soviet Union. PROJECT UPDATE DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 05.V.1938 D.NR:08-X-1939 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 14-III-1936 SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. DETAIL: With the rising tensions in Europe, it is the belief of the General Secretary that the military potential of "SILENT NIGHT" must be further considered. To this end, additional military funding is to be granted. Furthermore, all "SILENT NIGHT" research staff are to be reassigned to a new project. Its official designation is to be "PROJECT: RED FLEA." The aim of this project is to assess and fully utilise the military capabilities of "SILENT NIGHT". Any additional research must be with the aim of furthering this goal, any research efforts that are not outlined in Appendix A must be approved by GRU-P command and/or the General Secretary. Long Live the Soviet Union. PROJECT UPDATE DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 08.IV.1940 D.NR:08-IV-1940 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 08-VV-1938 SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. DETAIL: The following is a response to a recent update on "PROJECT: RED FLEA" by Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. At this moment, all efforts at communication and cooperation appear to be impossible. If "SILENT NIGHT" is capable of verbal or written communication, it does not have any interest in doing so. As outlined in earlier research notes, the only discernable reaction that can be truly observed is excitement when combat and warfare are near. The reason behind this is unknown. Two solutions have been proposed. Proposed solutions: (i) Improve Communication Efforts - REJECTED - If we can figure out precisely how "SILENT NIGHT" communicates then perhaps we can convince it to work with the GRU-P. The fact nothing has come from nearly two years of research makes it clear this is an act of futility. (ii) Binding "SILENT NIGHT" to a Human - APPROVED - Several of the staff have proposed a radical, but possibly effective solution. As it has been proved that "SILENT NIGHT" can be bound to a physical object and can affect the temperature of and the area surrounding said object, it has been theorized that binding it to a human would allow the usage of its abilities. Before we can begin the binding ritual, a physically fit and ideologically loyal individual must be selected as the host. No records of this being attempted in the past have been found, so the risk is great. But we will take every precaution necessary to ensure its success. Long Live the Soviet Union. INTERVIEW LOG DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 20.X.1940 D.NR:20-X-1940 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 12-III-1940 Attached is an extract from the transcript of an interview with Candidate 22 for "PROJECT: RED FLEA", Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov. Interviewer is agent "MAXIM"." M: State your name, age and date of birth. VK: Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov. I am 29 years old, born on 23rd April 1911. M: And the date please? VK: 20th October 1940. M: This interview is being conducted to determine if you are psychologically fit for this project. I want you to answer these questions honestly, giving false information will be met with severe consequences. Do you understand? VK: Yes sir. M: Good. Why did you accept the invitation to be a candidate for this project? VK: Two main reasons sir. The first is that I want to contribute more to the Soviet Union and comrade Stalin than just being another rifleman on the frontlines. Not that there is anything wrong with that. M: And the second reason? VK: Because I was asked to. M: What do you know of this project? VK: Rumours mostly, I know it's top-secret but that's all I know for certain. I've heard it's a super-soldier program. But I've also heard it's about designing new tanks, even heard it was about creating Babayaga or a Vodyanoy.9 Utter rubbish I tell you, must have gotten drunk when they came up with that. M: And you haven't been curious about this project? VK: Maybe a little but if I get accepted my questions will be answered. So I can wait. M: Good, would you kill an unarmed man? VK: If he was an enemy of the state yes. M: What if he was not? VK: …In all honesty? M: Yes. VK: Probably not. M: Would you disobey a superior officer to save any soldiers under your command? VK: No, my superiors are no doubt planning for the long run. M: What if your superiors had ordered you to execute an unarmed man, who as far as you knew was not an enemy of the state? VK: …I would, though not without some hesitation. M: Understandable, that much is reflected in your handling of Basmachis in Turkestan. Well I have everything I need, thank you for your time Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov. Candidate 22 has shown commitment to the ideals of Communism, as well as matching the physical requirements for "PROJECT: RED FLEA". While I understand it is not my place to choose who is accepted, but I personally recommend Candidate 22. I hope this can at least be taken into account. PROJECT UPDATE DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 12.IV.1941 D.NR:12-IV-1941 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT D.NR:08-IV-1940 SENDER: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. RECIPIENT: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union DETAIL: By all accounts, the binding ritual was successfully performed on the 12th Feburary 1941. "SILENT NIGHT" was successfully bound to Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov who will henseforth be designated as "RED FLEA". "RED FLEA" has shown extensive control over its newfound capabilities, despite the physical and emotional stress of the procedure. The only noted physical difference to "RED FLEA"'s body following the procedure is a change in hair colour and pigmentation into that of an Albino. "RED FLEA" has also been shown to be able to direct its effects towards specific targets. Capable of completely freezing a T-26 tank within minutes. We are currently in the process of testing the limits of "RED FLEA"'s capabilities. "RED FLEA" is estimated to be ready for large scare military operations by March 1942. Long Live the Soviet Union. PROJECT UPDATE DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 28.IX.1941 D.NR:28-IX-1941 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 12-IV-1941 SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. DETAIL: As this update is free of the obligations of propaganda, I will be stark and clear. With the loss of Kyiv, the Red Army is finding it increasingly difficult to stem the tide of the Nazi horde. The Stavka10 estimates that the Wehrmacht will reach Moscow within weeks. If we are to achieve victory and preserve the Soviet Union, "RED FLEA" must be deployed as soon as possible. The General Secretary is officially ordering the process of training be sped up, "RED FLEA" is to be deployed by Winter of this year. If you cannot deliver this, the General Secretary will find someone who can. Long Live the Soviet Union. PROJECT REVIEW DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 20.VIII.1944 D.NR:20-VIII-1944 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 15-V-1941 SENDER: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.т.н. RECIPIENT: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union DETAIL: With the recent victories over the Wehrmacht I believe it would be best to go over a brief outline of "RED FLEA"'s effectiveness over these past three years. Especially as we advance towards Germany itself. "RED FLEA"'s capabilities have been found capable of greatly affecting the weather much like "SILENT NIGHT." The most notable example being the Battle of Stalingrad, during this operation "RED FLEA" used its capabilities to cause, what has since been identified, as the coldest winter in 100 years. Unfortunately, this extreme winter was also a hamper for our own forces, grounding the majority of the Soviet Air Force that was to take part in operations to encircle and destroy Wehrmacht forces in Stalingrad. Furthermore, "RED FLEA" has shown an increasing detachment from its fellow soldiers often being distant and cold. Many of our own personnel are afraid to make physical contact with "RED FLEA" out of fear of frostbite. "RED FLEA" makes little comment on this, even when asked. Further examples of this detachment can be seen in the attached post-operation interview transcript. Nevertheless, "RED FLEA" has played a decisive role in several major operations, both offensive and defensive. I recommend we maintain close observation of "RED FLEA" however, as its shifting behaviour means its loyalty may waver in the future. Long Live the Soviet Union. INTERVIEW LOG DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 24.V.1942 D.NR:24-IV-1943 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 20-VIII-1944 Attached is an extract from the transcript of an interview with "RED FLEA". Interview took place following the end of the Moscow Strategic Offensive Operation. Interviewer is agent "MAXIM", who had helped "RED FLEA" in its training prior to and immediately after the ritual. M: State your name for the record please. RF: Senior Sergeant Viktor Kuznetsov, code-named Red Flea. M: And the date please? RF: 24th May 1942. M: Excellent, your mental capacity remains intact. RF: Is something the matter? M: No, this is just a simple after mission report. You are by no means an ordinary soldier, after all, so we want to make sure everything is going well. RF: Of course. M: During your most recent operation, you were assigned to take out a German Panzer Brigade, a simple feat for you. Is this correct? RF: Yes. M: During this operation, you were attacked by Alaric11 agents, they attempted to bind you to a pocket watch in a similar fashion to the ritual we performed on you. Is this correct? RF: Yes. M: And in response you froze two of these three Alaric agents solid. Correct? RF: Yes. M: Care to explain what happened to the third agent? RF: I only froze his leg, so he would not be able to escape. That way he could be interrogated M: That would be the case, if not for the fact you killed him before we had a chance to bring him in for interrogation. You froze his head solid, by all accounts it was a slow and brutal process. Are these accounts accurate? RF: Yes. M: And what of the soldiers who were attempting to apprehend that agent? They were frozen as well. Is that correct? RF: Yes. M: What did they do? RF: They got in the way. Do you expect an artillery piece to cease firing just because a couple of friendly soldiers were in the way? M: So why did you do freeze the agent in the first place? RF: It was my understanding that the Germans had to suffer. After what they did to Russia. M: An understandable reaction, but this is not the first incident like this reported, each one was justified with similar excuses. Why did you feel the need to justify these events with a desire for interrogation or anything else along those lines? RF: Revenge doesn't look good on official reports. Despite this notable change in behaviour, it is appropriate for effective wartime combat. As it aids in the dehumanisation of the Germans. Therefore, we need not take action. NOTICE OF PROJECT CANCELLATION DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II 18.XII.1948 D.NR:18-XII-1948 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 11-XII-1947 SENDER: Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union RECIPIENT: Mefodiy Kuzmin к.б.н. DETAIL: As of the 18th of December, 1948 "PROJECT: RED FLEA" is to be cancelled and disbanded, effective immediately, under the direct order of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. This cancellation has been ordered following the incident on the 15th of December, 1948. During which "RED FLEA" escaped secure facility "VERA". The precise cause of this incident is currently under investigation but the consequences of it are clear. "RED FLEA" is currently wandering the wastes of Siberia as it is a perfect environment for it to thrive in. At present, all GRU-P personnel who attempted to locate and/or apprehend "RED FLEA" during and immediately after its escape have been killed. Therefore, until "RED FLEA" has been returned to GRU-P control, "PROJECT: RED FLEA" and all research not related to the reacquirement of "RED FLEA" are to be halted until further notice. For this specific project, we ask that you: Destroy any and all documentation related to both "SILENT NIGHT" and "RED FLEA", unless ordered to do otherwise by the Office of the General Secretariat of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union. Suppress any reported sighting of "RED FLEA" by either military personnel or civilians. All personnel associated with "PROJECT: RED FLEA" are to be redirected into locating and recapturing "RED FLEA"". Patrols of "RED FLEA"'s last known location are to be organised immediately. If "RED FLEA" is located, the binding ritual is to be attempted, the item "RED FLEA" is to be bound will be left at your discretion. Long Live the Soviet Union. This is the last known document related to SCP-6051 in GRU-P archives. Following this incident, SCP-6051 remained in Siberia, the GRU-P attempted to recapture it several times to no avail. SCP-6051 entered the knowledge of the Foundation on the 15th of September 1987. With the collapse of the Soviet Union imminent, the GRU-P contacted the Foundation in order to hand over the responsibility of SCP-6051 to them as they lacked the funding and resources for further recapture efforts. The GRU-P offered to hand over all documents related to SCP-6051 that had not been destroyed, in exchange, the Foundation would provide them short-term financial aid. These terms were agreed to and the Foundation immediately moved in to attempt to contain SCP-6051, all containment attempts failed. Below is a transcript of the last containment effort prior to the introduction of the current containment procedures. Video Log Transcript, Containment Attempt 5 Date: 26/11/1989 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Epsilon-9 "Fire Eater" Target: SCP-6051 Team Lead: EP-9 Daniels Team Members: EP-9 Walker / EP-9 Pushkin / EP-9 Dallas / EP-9 Rayne Additional Notes: At the beginning of the log, MTF Epsilon-9 were travelling to SCP-6051's last recorded position. The transport was fitted with a, at the time, prototype video and audio recording system. While the members of MTF Epsilon-9 were equipped with heated suits and incendiary weapons to help combat SCP-6051 in the event of violent confrontation. [BEGIN LOG] EP-9 Daniels: Radios are on, can everyone hear me? EP-9 Walker: Check. EP-9 Pushkin: Check. EP-9 Dallas: Check. EP-9 Rayne: Reading you loud and clear. EP-9 Daniels: Overwatch Command, do you copy? Overwatch Command: This is Command, we read you. EP-9 Daniels: Roger Command, we are approaching the estimated location of SCP-6051, ETA three minutes. EP-9 Dallas: So we're the best the Foundation could do? Five MTFs in an APC? Don't we have helicopters or something? EP-9 Pushkin: Yes but they already tried that. Didn't go well. EP-9 Walker: You sure these suits will keep us safe? EP-9 Rayne: Labcoats certainly seem to think so, and I trust their opinion. EP-9 Walker: Not sure how I feel, I mean, there were 5 attempts prior to this. Doesn't exactly inspire confidence. Not sure why we're even trying to talk to it at this point. EP-9 Rayne: As far as we can tell, it has never attacked without being provoked. This means it must still be capable of reason, it's the humane thing to do. At this point, the transport immediately stops moving. EP-9 Daniels: Dallas, status report! EP-9 Dallas: I don't know what's happened. The truck just stopped moving, the wheel won't even budge. EP-9 Daniels: Command, this is Daniels. The transport is stuck, I've sending Dallas and Walker out to investigate. Pushkin and I will remain inside the transport. Confirm? Overwatch Command: Confirmed. Make any repairs as quickly as you can, don't want to get caught out in the open. EP-9 Daniels: Alright then, like I said Dallas, Walker, head out and take a look. Both EP-9 Dallas and EP-9 Walter leave the transport, investigating the vehicle's engine. EP-9 Daniels: Walker, any chance we can get this vehicle moving? EP-9 Walker: Errm…not really. It's frozen. EP-9 Daniels: How frozen? EP-9 Walker: Solid. EP-9 Pushkin: I thought the engine was heated to stop it from freezing. EP-9 Walker: It is. EP-9 Pushkin: Now imagine if this had happened while we were high up in the sky. EP-9 Dallas: Touché. EP-9 Daniels: Command, SCP-6051 has disabled our vehicle, we are likely to encounter it momentarily. We are estimated to be located five miles away from its last known location, we'll try to make it back but…I cannot promise that we will. Overwatch Command: Copy. Set up a perimeter around the transport and keep an eye out for SCP-6051. Good luck. EP-9 Daniels: Thank you, Command. EP-9 Daniels, Walker and Pushkin do as instructed, forming a perimeter around the transport as EP-9 Dallas attempts repairs. Dallas, can you heat it up? Melt the ice? EP-9 Dallas: If I use a fire maybe. But that will take time and I doubt the engine will work after being frozen like this. EP-9 Walker: Daniels! Movement two o'clock!" All MTF Epsilon-9 members look at the direction EP-9 Walker was facing. SCP-6051 is seen approaching them. All MTF Epsilon-9 members assumed defensive positions, maintaining focus on SCP-6051 EP-9 Daniels: Command, SCP-6051 has been sighted, proceeding as ordered. Command: Copy. EP-9 Daniels: Pushkin, you're up. EP-9 Pushkin: (In Russian) Viktor Kuznetsov! We are from the SCP Foundation and would like to offer you safety and peace with our organisation. Please submit to containment and no one needs to be harmed. SCP-6051: (In Russian) Leave me. EP-9 Pushkin: (In Russian) I'm sorry? SCP-6051: (In Russian) Why do your superiors send so many of you? I do not belong near the world of man, but nor do I belong in a cell. If you leave now, no one has to die. EP-9 Pushkin: (In Russian) We cannot simply let you roam around, trust us. You can be a lot safer with the Foundation. SCP-6051: At this point SCP-6051 begins speaking in English…Have you ever heard of the Theatre of Cruelty? EP-9 Pushkin: I'm sorry? SCP-6051: I read about it once; it was supposed to shock audiences and disrupt the relationship between them and the actors. Break down those barriers and reveal what you truly are. Let's find out if it applied to you as well. Don't forget; I asked you to leave. Upon finishing this sentence, SCP-6051 watched as both EP-9 Walker and EP-9 Dallas are killed instantly. Analysis of the footage indicated they died of frostbite. EP-9 Daniels and Pushkin open fire upon SCP-6051 with limited effect. EP-9 Pushkin throws a Thermite grenade which detonates and causes SCP-6051 to flee. EP-9 Daniels: That should keep him at bay. Got a plan, Pushkin? EP-9 Pushkin: If we're quick, maybe we can make a break for it. EP-9 Daniels: Into Siberia? EP-9 Pushkin: Got a better idea? EP-9 Daniels: Ready when you are. Before this plan could be executed, SCP-6051 returned and activated its anomalous properties, killing EP-9 Pushkin and gravely wounding EP-9 Daniels with his death only averted due to the timely burning of Thermite. SCP-6051: That will not last long, we should talk before it runs out. There is not much else we can do while we wait. EP-9 Daniels: You don't have to do this. You'll be safe with us. SCP-6051: I gave you a chance to leave, but you did not take it. Regardless, being locked up in a room for the rest of my existence? I have no intention of being sealed away again. Not that you can but this saves us all time and manpower. EP-9 Daniels: If you want to be left alone, why are you attacking us? You can just as easily force us to leave. SCP-6051: Why does fire burn? Or water drown? Simply a side effect of too much of it. I cannot control that. EP-9 Daniels: Then what do you want? SCP-6051: Your Foundation wants to put me in a box because they fear I will turn into a monster and plot world domination. I have no such grand plans. At this point SCP-6051 changes its gaze and looks towards the camera on the transport. I'm sure you have read up on Red Flea. I did not storm the Kremlin or the White House. I do not belong anywhere but here. You can continue to try and contain me, costing you greatly in money and men. Or you can simply allow me to remain where I belong, and I promise not to take one step in any of man's cities. If I break this promise, you may deploy all the Napalm you want on me. EP-9 Daniels: So what? You want to be left alone?! That's it?! SCP-6051: In short? Yes. I see that Thermite is almost gone, this was delightful, I don't often manage full conversations. It is a shame we cannot keep talking. I bid you, прощание.12 As the cold weather intensifies, the recorder's view is blocked by the snow until the footage cuts out. [END LOG] Closing Statement: While it is in theory possible to eventually secure SCP-6051, given the manpower and financial costs of failed attempts to do so, along with the fact it is effectively self-contained within the Siberian wilderness, this has been deemed unnecessary. It is ruled that containment protocols would be updated to observe SCP-6051 rather than attempt to capture, through direct intervention is to remain an option if containment were to be breached. - Dr Vasily Kuzmin, head of SCP-6051 research. Footnotes 1. 23°F 2. -58°F 3. 1112-1472°F 4. 1832°F 5. 4000°F 6. For information on the operations and origin of the GRU-P please consult files on GOI-16. 7. PH.D 8. Equivilent to a 'Fairy' in western cultures 9. The Russian equivalent of a 'Bogeyman' and a water spirit respectively. 10. Soviet High Command 11. GRU-P codename for SS Ahnenerbe. 12. Farewell in Russian ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6051" by thesilentking, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6051. Licensed under CC-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-6052 | neutralized | Photograph of SCP-6052 (highlighted in red), taken in the Manhattan subway in 1979. Item #: SCP-6052 Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-6052 are to be held in the morgue of Site-126. All items owned by SCP-6052 are to be preserved in secure storage for further analysis. Foundation information monitoring assets are to monitor for crimes matching the modus operandi of SCP-6052. + Archived Special Containment Procedures 10/16/21 - Archived Special Containment Procedures 10/16/21 Foundation information monitoring assets are to monitor for crimes matching the modus operandi of SCP-6052, as well as for individuals corresponding to the description of SCP-6052, and provide this information to Mobile Task Force Rho-12 ("America's Least Wanted"). MTF Rho-12 is to coordinate with federal and state law enforcement across the United States; members are to be equipped with SCRYR modules to detect the distinctive EVE pattern of SCP-6052. Witnesses are to be amnesticized according to standard procedure where necessary, with relevant cover stories fabricated for the killings committed. Description: SCP-6052 is a male individual of nondescript appearance, with the ability to alter the memories and perceptions of those nearby, often to render them incapable of recalling the presence of SCP-6052. SCP-6052 has committed a series of murders throughout the United States, and is believed to have killed a minimum of ███ individuals over 53 years, with an annual average of ██ victims. SCP-6052 travels throughout the United States, taking on minor bureaucratic positions in a state's Department of Motor Vehicles, using its anomalous abilities to induce the believe that it is a familiar if unmemorable employee. It likely selects its victims using its job's access to identifying documents. SCP-6052 targets individuals between █-██ years of age, often abducting them from homes or schools. Whereas its earlier victims were typically shot or stabbed, its modus operandi became increasingly elaborate over time, involving various forms of deprivation and bodily mutilation practiced over extended periods. Addendum 6052.1: Identity and Background SCP-6052 employs a range of false identities, but its birth identity is likely Samuel Fincher Doyle, born in 1941 in Cook County, Illinois. Doyle was employed by the Illinois Vehicle Services Department, marrying a coworker, Anna Kemper, in 1965; a daughter, Susan Doyle, was born the same year. In 1967 he and his family were involved in a car accident, killing his wife and rendering his daughter comatose. Doyle moved to California in 1968. Following this, records of his activities are vague. Its murders were often attributed to other killers or viewed as isolated incidents until 1978, when the UIU trialled PYTHIA, a handheld Etheric Resonance Imaging module for use in crime scene investigations1. While the PYTHIA program was discontinued, early tests identified an unusual EVE signature in the personal effects of Martin Schulz, a child then believed to have drowned accidentally. The UIU handed the investigation over to the Foundation, which concluded that Schulz had been murdered, and furthermore that the EVE signature was a unique pattern left by the perpetrator's anomalous abilities. However, the investigation soon stagnated due to changes in funding and a lack of leads. Addendum 6052.2: Containment of SCP-6052 In October 2021, Foundation assets were deployed to Sussex County, Delaware, to investigate an outbreak of SCP-████; to aid in identifying SCP-████, agents were equipped with SCRYR modules for identifying EVE patterns. While investigating the area, Agent Josephine Kay noticed an individual with an unusual EVE signature. Cross-referencing with the Foundation's database identified them as SCP-6052, employed by the Delaware Division of Motor Vehicles under a pseudonym. Upon their arrival, MTF Rho-12 discovered that SCP-6052 had abducted two siblings, Mikayla and Angela Johnston. SCP-6052 was apprehended at a nearby warehouse and transported to Site-126. Mikayla Johnston, the elder sibling, was discovered in the warehouse with SCP-6052; while suffering severe malnutrition and extensive injuries due to [GRAPHIC DETAILS EXPUNGED], her condition stabilized following hospitalization. Addendum 6052.3: Interview with SCP-6052 Audio Recording Transcript DATE: 10/16/21 SUBJECT: SCP-6052 INTERVIEWER: MTF Rho-12 Agent Simon Perez NOTE: As Site-126 was short-staffed due to a recent containment breach, Agent Josephine Kay stood in as an armed guard to monitor the interview. [BEGIN LOG] PEREZ: SCP-6052? Can you hear me? SCP-6052: Son, I'm not that deaf. Quiet down and quit it with the numbers. Where I work I stare at a list of them all day long, I'd rather not have them as my name. But I know what you're after. Angela Johnston. I'll answer your questions, just keep it civil and use my name like civilized people. PEREZ: Where's the girl, Mr. Doyle? KAY: Lieutenant, if I may, this is highly against procedure. And what's to say that SCP-6052 will even answer— SCP-6052: You'll call me by a proper name, or so help me God—in any case, as I was saying to the gentleman here, I'd be happy to answer your questions as I see fit. Is the other girl alive? KAY: Yes, no thanks to you. PEREZ: Agent Kay, if you interrupt again you'll have to leave— SCP-6052: Let her leave, I'm just an old man. Kids are easy to work with, even at my age, but a big fellow like you, I'd strain myself. When I started, I could manage adults. But it was just gun-and-knife work, easy stuff. PEREZ: I've never seen anything like—how the hell did you even think up what you did to her? SCP-6052: Experience and practice. Though the smell of blood still gets to me. They say it's biological, the sick feeling you get at those smells. And when I'm cutting them up for weeks, my God it stinks to high Heaven. That's what comes closest to giving it away. Dogs go wild near me, I can't fool with their heads like I do people. Can you believe? PEREZ: Where's the girl? SCP-6052: What? No asking about motives? Just tell me what the time is. PEREZ: 11:47 PM. Now can you— SCP-6052: Oh, then she's dead. (laughs) Buried her deep, was supposed to open up the trapdoor two hours ago to give her a bit of air. Would've tossed Mikayla in too once I was done cutting her up, but if it's just the little one dead, fine. Every little helps her. PEREZ: Agent Kay, I'm warning you, stand back. Who's "her"? SCP-6052: (pauses) It was, uh, when we were in that car crash, Anna and little Suzy and me. Anna had a little one on the way, you know, just starting to show. Afterwards I knew—I could make sure that Suzy wouldn't die on that hospital bed, so long as I had something to trade. PEREZ: What sort of entity was it, Mr. Doyle? That made the bargain? Can you describe its appearance or behaviour? SCP-6052: What? There wasn't some devil giving me a contract. Just the knowledge, clear as day, that I could make it right. Maybe she's just lying there like she's asleep, but it's better than nothing. PEREZ: Then why did you continue after they pulled the plug on her? Mr. Doyle, why did— SCP-6052: No, I don't understand— PEREZ: I've got the file here: the hospital lost funding in '73, and— SCP-6052: I heard you, damn it. That can't have been— (pauses) Yes, I know, it was…yes. I remember now. I had her moved elsewhere. Bet your records didn't catch that, huh? KAY: Then where? Where's the girl you've been killing and torturing kids for, you sick bastard? SCP-6052: What, you think I'd just forget if my daughter was dead? Some things you know have to be true. And the trade, life for life, makes sense—why else do I have this power? To do Death's work, unseen? KAY: (laughs) That's your excuse? You think you're the only one who can do things like this? PEREZ: Agent Kay, get out of here. Mr. Doyle, I— SCP-6052: This has all been for a purpose. I know it has to be true. It's why I kill, son. I'm a father—you think I wouldn't know if my Suzy wasn't alive? You think this fucking cage can stop me from doing what I have to do? At this point, SCP-6052 dislocated one thumb to free himself from his cuffs, and lunged at Lieutenant Perez. Agent Kay discharged her firearm into the shoulder of SCP-6052; despite prompt medical attention, SCP-6052 expired from blood loss. Agent Kay and Lieutenant Perez were reprimanded for unprofessional behaviour, and SCP-6052 was reclassified as Neutralized. Addendum 6052.4: Incident 6052-1 On the morning of 10/25/21, Mikayla Johnston was found to have expired during the previous night; cause of death was determined to be severe head injury, with her skull having been fractured by an unknown assailant via repeated crushing injuries to the face and jaws. Subject's body was confiscated and witnesses were amnesticized as per standard procedure. When this information was forwarded to MTF Rho-12, it was discovered that its members had vanished from their barracks, with closed-circuit television in the barracks malfunctioning at Mikayla Johnston's approximate time of death. Agent Josephine Kay was likewise reported missing, with an identical malfunction in the surveillance system of her barracks. A search of their living spaces identified no signs of struggle. However, a large strip of blood-smeared skin was discovered in the bed of Agent Kay (likely originating from her thigh), on which a message had been carved with some form of sharp implement. The message is transcribed below: i told them i had to do it. becaus it is what my SUZY needs to live. they lied to me that she was dead but i know she canot be. paradice can wait because my SUZY was the only paradice i ever wanted and now i can do everything i need to help her live. she has to live why else do i have this power now? your guns cant do anything to me now. happy hunting. Footnotes 1. This technology would be later adopted more successfully by the Global Occult Coalition's Colliculus and Veritas headsets, as well as the Foundation's SCRYR modules ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6052" by OrbeezTertius, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6052. Licensed under CC-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-6053 | safe | Synthpanda_ SCP-6053 - Dead Elysium by SynthPanda_ More by this author Item#: 6053 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6053-1 is to be monitored via remote security cameras, for the purpose of preventing unauthorized individuals from entering SCP-6053. In the event any unauthorized individual enters SCP-6053, they are to be detained and interrogated. Guards stationed outside of SCP-6053-1 are to make physical contact with at least one individual stationed within the facility in order to ensure the safety of staff. All personnel working within SCP-6053 must be compliant and familiar with the entirety of the Dead Elysium Treaty. At least 3 Foundation personnel should be stationed within Area 6053 at all times, in order to examine the objects recovered within SCP-6053. Researchers within SCP-6053 are required to keep journals or other written documents to record their experience, as well as their findings regarding SCP-6053 and any affiliated items. If staff within SCP-6053 note any significant changes within SCP-6053 or observe any entities within SCP-6053 that are not authorized to be there, they are to evacuate immediately and alert command. Description: SCP-6053 is a barren pocket dimension which was originally discovered by the Serpent's Hand. The dimension itself is rather unremarkable; It appears to be one perfectly flat plane made entirely of grey soil. SCP-6053's atmosphere is identical in chemical makeup to the atmosphere on earth, with an unknown constant source of light delivering a fixed amount of light throughout all explored areas of SCP-6053. The temperature within SCP-6053 is a constant 19 degrees Celsius1, and has yet to be recorded fluctuating. A constant layer of fog covers SCP-6053, preventing any individual from seeing more than 2.75 meters in front of them at any given moment. Radio and video signals cannot be transmitted within SCP-6053, and thus between SCP-6053 and baseline reality. SCP-6053 hosts an unknown amount of dead organisms at various depths below the surface. The entities are not believed to be native to SCP-6053, however the ground above the buried entities does not show any signs of disturbance. In all known instances, the organisms are devoid of blood, and do not show any signs of continued decomposition after being uncovered. Many of these items are the remains of anomalous organisms, while some items are anomalous themselves. All discovered items are currently being housed within Area 6053. SCP-6053 is accessible via SCP-6053-1, the entrance to Wildwood Cemetery, in Amherst, Massachusetts. If an individual passes through SCP-6053-1 with a physical blindfold on, they will be instantly displaced to between SCP-6053-2, an exact copy of SCP-6053-1 and the only known natural landmark within SCP-6053. Performing the same action between SCP-6053-2 will displace the individual back between SCP-6053-1. Inorganic objects cannot be transported through these gateways, however objects which are mostly made of organic materials but contain some inorganic materials are sometimes capable of being transported through. Extensively sterilized parts taken from those affected by SCP-217 are used in most machinery within Area 6053, although safer and more humane methods are being researched. Addendum 6053.1: Dead Elysium Treaty Following Incident SCP-6053-A2, the Serpent's Hand decided a more complete understanding of SCP-6053 would be necessary in order to continue to research the anomalous dimension, and chose to invite the SCP Foundation onto the project. The following document was drafted in order allow harmonious teamwork between operatives of the Serpent's Hand and operatives of the Foundation while working within SCP-6053. In order to establish a harmonious relationship while working together in Dead Elysium3, Representatives from both the Serpent's Hand and The SCP Foundation have agreed upon a list of rules which represent both party's interests. 1) The foundation may monitor Elysium's Gate4 to prevent any unauthorized personnel or entities from entering, in order to ensure the safety of on site staff. 2) All information discovered about Dead Elysium, and within Dead Elysium must be shared between both organizations. 3) Charon's Palace5 shall hold all objects uncovered within Dead Elysium. If either organization wishes to move an object outside of SCP-6053, they must first get the approval of the other organization. 4) Weapons are prohibited within Dead Elysium, save for non-lethal melee tools. We hope that both our organizations are able to work together productively, in order to discover more about this mysterious land, and the anomalous world as a whole. Addendum 6053.2: Catalogue of Items Uncovered within SCP-60536 Designation Date Recovered Description 6053-14 03/10/2020 An adolescent instance of SCP-4778. Significant damage done to the object's cranium via unknown blunt object. 6053-15 through 6053-20 04/02/2020 Five severed human hands. The items did not appear to have fingerprints. 6053-21 through 6053-23 05/29/2020 Three SCP-1000 skeletons. Appear to be an adult male, adult female and adolescent male respectively. The skeletons are estimated to be around 200 years old. 6053-24 06/09/2020 A complete preserved corpse of Spinosaurus7. It is unknown if the pure white plumage is the result of a genetic mutation, or was representative of the entire species. 6053-25 06/13/2020 A complete human skeleton. When uncovered, the bones levitated at least high enough so they were no longer visible, and are thought to be capable of levitating indefinately. 6053-27-38 07/13/2020 Eleven SCP-2086 larvae. Objects appeared to have died of starvation. 6053-39 07/30/2020 One human skull, belonging to Cassy Mullen, an avid outdoorsman who disappeared in 1997 in Sullivan County, New Hampshire. Subject was completely devoid of hair, and their eyes had been removed. Addendum 6053.3: Incident 6053-B On 08/17/2020, staff within SCP-6053 failed to preform their mandatory daily check in with outside agents. A small team was sent to investigate, and found that all personnel within SCP-6053 had disappeared. Records kept by the missing staff did not suggest any new developments, nor was any evidence found to explain the disappearances outside of the Site's lounge area, where furniture was overturned, suggesting a struggle. Blood was discovered in the carpet, seemingly belonging to Dr. Jeremiah Nobent, a Foundation operative who is not affiliated with, and when interviewed, had no knowledge of SCP-6053. Investigation ongoing. Addendum 6053.4: Catalogue of Items Uncovered within SCP-6053 (continued) Designation Date Recovered Description 6053-40 10/15/2020 A ring-necked spitting cobra.8 Object did not appear to have any notable deviation from wild, non-anomalous instances. 6053-41 12/01/2020 A mostly intact instance of SCP-2191-1. There was notably no instances of SCP-2191-2A within the object. 6053-42 12/04/2020 A human body, identified as one of the Serpent's Hand operatives who disappeared within SCP-6053 during incident SCP-6053-A. The subject's throat had been pulled out of their body through a cavity in their neck, and their eyes had been removed. A sharp object had been used to carve the words "Let this be a warning" within the subject's chest. Footnotes 1. Approximately 66 degrees Fahrenheit 2. Incident SCP-6053-A refers to the sudden and, to date, unexplained disappearance of all Serpent's Hand personnel stationed within SCP-6053. Investigation is ongoing 3. The Serpent's Hand's designation for SCP-6053 4. SCP-6053-1 5. Area 6053 6. As of the establishment of Dead Elysium Treaty 7. Spinosaurus aegyptiacus 8. Hemachatus Haemachatus ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6053" by SynthPanda_, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6053. Licensed under CC-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-6054 | neutralized | > Connecting to host… > Host connected. Authenticating users and granting access… > User mrainer119 has joined the chat. > User jstevenson (ADMIN) has joined the chat. > Authentication complete. Got your message. Wanting to add another one to the database? Yep. I need you to validate me. And it's for that one anomaly, right? Yeah. Alright. Let me go ahead and take a look. You know that this'll be archived with the rest of the ones we've gotten so far, right? Yeah, I know. Okay, give me the draft then. Here you go, let me know what you think. Access Attached File. Close Attached File. Item #: SCP-6054 Depiction of SCP-6054, as seen initially (anomaly not present). Special Containment Procedures: Due to its sudden neutralization, all special containment procedures have been withheld indefinitely. Description: SCP-6054 was a single, sentient Thompson seedless grape, capable of vocal English communication. How this communication was performed by SCP-6054 remains unknown. SCP-6054 is believed to have manifested following an interaction between Rs. Malcolm Williams and a currently unclassified anomalous music box which, when played, would spontaneously manifest unknown anomalous phenomena in the vicinity of nearby listeners. SCP-6054 was accidentally discovered by Rs. Malcolm Williams and Dr. Jaden Cain during their lunch break after testing with the aforementioned unclassified anomaly. Dr. Martin Rainer would later locate the anomaly in the refrigerator, but due to lack of communication, he was unaware of its anomalous phenomenon. This would later result in him accidentally ingesting the anomaly, and subsequently neutralizing SCP-6054. Addendum 6054-1: AUDIO LOG Note: The following transcript describes the only known interaction with SCP-6054. [BEGIN LOG] Rs. Williams and Dr. Cain can be heard walking into the room from the east door. Cain: —and you said there were "side effects?" Williams: Yeah, something like that. It's not uncommon for something random to just… exist, after listening to that tune. The sound of rushing water can be heard faintly. Cain: That sounds pretty bad. Williams: Yeah, no kidding. Last time we tried it, Ralph said he had to calm down his spaghetti during dinner — damn near got his family involved after trying to convince his meal that it wasn't an "impasta." Cain: Shut up. Williams: It's true! I swear to God it happened. A door opens, which sounds similar to the break-room refrigerator. Cain: I call horseshit. Williams: Yeah, whatever. You had to be there to hear the story for yourself. Silence for several seconds. The sounds of objects being moved can be heard. Cain: How long does it usually take? Williams: Not sure. That's something we're trying to figure— Unknown: (Faintly) HELP. Audio recording goes silent. Williams: Jaden. Cain: That wasn't me. Unknown:(Muffled) —DOWN HERE. IN THE LUNCHBOX. The sound of an object moving, followed shortly by a zipper unlatching. Unknown: ITS ME. THE GRAPE. LOOK, I NEED YOUR HELP PLEASE IM TRYING TO— The zipper sound returns. The object moves once more, presumably back into the refrigerator. Unknown: (Muffled) HEY, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING— Refrigerator door closes abruptly. Williams: Nope, not dealing with it. [END LOG] Are… are you kidding me? …no. I don't know how to feel about this, Martin. This is unsubstantial writing at best. Look, I'm sorry. Really. But I haven't submitted to the database in over a month. And besides no one will see it since it'll be archived. Okay, okay. Fine But this is like, really thin ice here Martin. Okay. Go ahead and post. …? Martin? I'm trying. Martin. It's just… I know this is random, but is it bad that I kinda liked it when I bit into that grape and it let out a little whine? wine* … James? jstevenson119 has disconnected from the chat. |
SCP-6055 | euclid | close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to cybersqyd and caspian2 for the critique. Image Credits: Divers - Here Lake/Mountains - Here More by this author: SCP-5767 - A Wise Old Snail SCP-5745 - Prehistoric Rift SCP-5776 - 100% MOST DEFINITELY A KETER Enjoy! : ) Item#: 6055 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6055 being investigated by MTF Gamma-6. Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ‘Deep Feeders’ are to oversee protection of the ocean located above SCP-6055. A defensive perimeter of Foundation craft should be maintained 1 mile around SCP-6055’s current borders at all times. Civilians wishing to enter the waters surrounding SCP-6055 should be told that the area contains undetonated undersea mines left over from the Second World War. Requests to enter SCP-6055 must first be approved by at least two (2) Level 4 researchers. If species resembling SCP-6055-2 are discovered between the months of August and November, a Cetacea Event should be declared. During a Cetacea Event, a small fleet of Foundation-operated military ships should accompany the SCP-6055-2 instance(s) for the duration of their pilgrimage to SCP-6055. Civilians are to be told that this is a routine military training exercise. Unauthorised persons who view SCP-6055-2 instances should be administered amnestics accordingly. Interaction with SCP-6055-2 instances during this event are prohibited. Description: SCP-6055 is an extradimensional space located within the Baltic Sea, 50 miles off the coast of Stockholm, Sweden. The space is known to be extremely large within, despite not being able to logically fit with the geometry of local surroundings. The only known entrance into SCP-6055 is a small cave opening that is currently 4 metres in diameter though is shrinking at an exponential rate. At the time of its discovery, the gap was approximately 95 metres in diameter and has been slowly getting smaller. The space is known to contain an area noted as having ‘extreme natural beauty’ with abundant corals, aquatic flora and an extremely high density of marine animal life. The lake in which the first recorded SCP-6055-2 manifested. SCP-6055-2 are anomalous creatures that have manifested during a Cetacea Event. Yearly,1 5% of Earth’s ocean life begins to migrate towards SCP-6055, designated a Cetacea Event. During this time, affected fauna will gather in large shoals. These consist of species that would normally never interact with one another and predatory creatures will display no requirement for sustenance (Though strictly herbivorous creatures continue to consume plant matter). All fauna present will circle around SCP-6055 for 2-3 days, though none have been observed to enter the space. Additionally, a small number of undiscovered species will manifest from unknown locations and join other creatures influenced by a Cetacea Event. These species will be similar in some way to an already known species, though typically have features including drastically altered size, proportions or some biological feature that makes them divergent from a non-anomalous creature and in most cases display bioluminescence. It is currently unknown how long SCP-6055 has been present in baseline reality, though descriptions of ‘sea monsters’ fitting descriptions of SCP-6055-2 characteristics worldwide indicate that Cetacea Events may have occurred as long as 500-600 years ago. A small engraving in modern Swedish can be found above the direct entrance to SCP-6055, reading Här är vi, skickade till våra gravar, begravda under havsvågor. (See Exploration Log 6055-1). The significance of the text is unknown. Addendum 6055.1: POI Interview On 12/03/1995, Brodie Campbell, a 46 year old Scottish fisherman was discovered to have posted a thread2 on an online fishing forum about his experiences with SCP-6055-2 instances in the past. It was discovered that he had known of of the SCP-6055-2 longer than the Foundation had been aware of the anomaly’s existence. An interview was swiftly arranged by Foundation personnel. + Show Person of Interest Interview Log 6055-1 - Hide Person of Interest Interview Log 6055-1 Interviewed: Brodie Campbell Interviewer: Agent Carter Foreword: This interview was conducted 3 days after Mr Campbell’s initial post regarding SCP-6055-2, and took place within his residence in the town of Crail, Scotland. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Carter: Greetings, Mr Campbell. Mr Campbell: Hello. Please, just call me Brodie. Agent Carter: As you wish. I’m here to inquire on your recent online post regarding ‘Strange Beasts in the North Sea’. Mr Campbell: Oh, yeah I remember. Are you the guys who took it down? Did I do something wrong? Agent Carter: Not at all, Brodie. We just want to know some more about the creatures you claim to have seen. Mr Campbell: Why? Did you see them too? I think I put the majority of my experience in the thread. Agent Carter: Yes, I uh, I have seen them. I’m currently trying to research and document the creatures and want to know if you have any additional knowledge surrounding them. Mr Campbell: Oh, well in that case I’ll tell you everything I know. You see, it all started when I was born.. Agent Carter: You don’t need to start that far back, Mr Campbell. Just from your first experience with the creatures. Mr Campbell: Aye, alright then. Well my first experience was when I was doing my fishing about 5 miles off the coast in 1972 in Autumn, the sea was very rough. Alongside my regular catch, I got a huge amount of fish, I can’t remember what type but I think they were only found in Mexico or somewhere so I thought that was odd. On my way back to shore, this.. (Pauses) Well I don’t know how to describe it, a huge shoal of all sorts of fish just swam underneath my boat. I mean it wasn’t even just fish, there was turtles, jellyfish, whales, dolphins and.. Something bigger.. Agent Carter: Please elaborate. Mr Campbell: There was a giant.. Shark.. A hammerhead, but its skin wasn’t right. (Mr Campbell sits in silence for 15 seconds.) Mr Campbell: It was like it had something weird for scales. Covering its skin, I could see underneath when it moved. And it was absolutely huge. A regular hammerhead’s like what, 6 metres? This thing must have been 40 or 50. And its eyes glowed like a slight blue colour. I swear it looked at me, its eyes glaring right into my soul. Agent Carter: And you didn’t tell anyone else about this? Mr Campbell: I didn’t really have anyone to tell, my parents died when I was little and I had no siblings or real friends. I vaguely remember telling someone at the Pub when I had a bit too much to drink, but I doubt they believed me. Agent Carter: Okay then. Have you had any other encounters? Mr Campbell: Yeah, well in ‘83 I got a job for some fishing company in Sweden. I saw more of them in the Baltic Sea than I did when I was fishing here. I mean it happens every year, about autumn time. All the beasties in the sea start moving towards Sweden, Norway, Denmark sort of area. Agent Carter: Alright, have you gathered any additional information about the creatures you encountered? Mr Campbell: They don’t like rubbish. Agent Carter: They.. Sorry? Mr Campbell: Well, one time I just threw my water bottle over the side when I was finished with it, there wasn’t really too much worry about pollution back then, and then the huge shoal came by, and one of the huge turtles with oddly shaped rocks on its back came up to the surface and just kind of poked the bottle with its nose and well.. Died. Agent Carter: Immediately? Mr Campbell: Yeah, just kind of went limp and sunk to the bottom of the sea.3 Agent Carter: Okay, I understand. This concludes the interview. (To radio) Prepare the amnestics. Thank you for your time, Mr Campbell. [END LOG] Addendum 6055.2: Discovery SCP-6055 was discovered following the first documented Cetacea Event in the Autumn of 1987. Three humpback whales (Megaptera novaeangliae) displaying unusually large size (approximately 60 metres in length), near black colouration and large amounts of moss, kelp and flora along their backs manifested in a large lake leading to the North Baltic Sea. The lake was a popular local destination, meaning that numerous reports were filed to agents embedded in local law enforcement regarding the creatures. This lead to Foundation intervention. The creatures were followed using small fishing craft for 205 miles. During this journey, a school of fish and other marine life had amassed over 3 million entities, with the SCP-6055-2 whales leading the group. After 26 hours, the instances reached SCP-6055 which at the time was approximately 95 metres in diameter. All creatures present began what was described as ‘like a huge underwater dance’, circling around SCP-6055 in a manner of patterns and forms. At this point, a wider Foundation force was called to the scene and the Swedish government sectioned off the area. It was noted that the SCP-6055-2 whales caused instantaneous growth of kelp, moss, algae and even undiscovered species of aquatic fungi to manifest in the immediate area. Two days later, all creatures had fled the area, and the SCP-6055-2 whales begun to rapidly descend into the Baltic Sea before seemingly disappearing once out of line of sight of Foundation personnel. Following this, a search of SCP-6055 was conducted by MTF Gamma-6 ‘Deep Feeders’. (See Exploration Log 6055-1). Addendum 6055.3: Exploration Logs Despite SCP-6055’s remote location, attempts have taken place to explore the extradimensional space, though many were conducted via ROV4. The following are all manned explorations to date. + Show Exploration Log 6055-1 - Hide Exploration Log 6055-1 Foreword: This expedition was carried out by Foundation divers of MTF Gamma-6 and was conducted on 19/10/1987, 2 days and 23 hours after the onset of the first Cetacea Event (See Addendum 6055.1 for description of events leading up to the expedition). [BEGIN LOG] G6-1: Everyone ready? (The task force responds positive and begin descent into SCP-6055. The sound of SCP-6055-2 whales are present in the background.) G6-2: Is there.. Light coming from down there? G6-3: Potentially. We really don’t know what this is, it was only discovered a few hours ago. G6-2: Great… (They descend 15 metres into SCP-6055.) G6-1: Command? Command can you still hear us? Site-115 Command: Yes, Dash 1 we can hear you. G6-1: Great. There’s a small engraving about 15 metres into the cave. It says Här är vi, skickade till våra gravar, begravda under havsvågor.5 Site-115 Command: Copy that, Dash 1, I’ll get it translated right away. G6-1: Thanks Command. (Gamma-6 descends a further 10 metres.) G6-1: Okay, I think we might have found the end, the tunnel seems to turn he- (Camera footage reveals G6-1 turn the corner, revealing the space within SCP-6055. The space appears to be an extremely large geological structure, and has features consistent with a cove. The area is covered in heavy amounts of flora and rocks. Kelp and corals with unusually bright coloration are present, and varying species of fish, cetacean, and shark traverse the landscape. Sunlight illuminates the area, the environment seeming to be in shallow waters.) G6-1: What the- Okay, Command I think we may be dealing with a spacial or non-euclidean anomaly, there’s a massive ravine or crevasse in here. G6-4: This is incredible. Site-115 Command: Gamma-6, we’ve lost your tracker signatures but are still receiving radio signals. You may have entered an extradimensional space, is the entrance still available? G6-1: Yes it is. Site-115 Command: Good, please continue to explore the available space ahead. G6-1: Copy. (Gamma-6 moves into the main body of the space.) G6-3: There's a bunch of.. Glowy kelp and plants in here, it looks brilliant. G6-2: It's called bioluminecsense, Dash 3. (Gamma-6 surveys the area. Camera footage pans left, revealing a collection of cuboid shapes.) G6-1: Are those buildings? (G6-1 manoeuvres over to the buildings.) G6-2: What do you see? G6-1: I think it’s a… A bed? And a few chairs. This is weird, there must have been people living down here. G6-2:. I think I’ve found something else. (Camera footage reveals G6-2 uncovering a large flat surface in the rock cliff face.) G6-2: There are images here, carved into the rock. (Footage reveals a large surface of rock that is entirely flat.) G6-2: That’s odd. This is very large for one small engraving. G6-1: What does it say? G6-2: ‘Havsvågor.’ (A pod of dolphins can be heard vocalising in the background.) G6-1: Command, I think we’re gonna want to get a larger survey team in here. There’s a lot going on. Site-115 Command: Alright, Gamma-6, the creatures around the entrance are beginning to leave now, please return for debriefing. [END LOG] Note: Following this, a large scale search of the area was conducted and revealed the following. . 73 small houses scattered within the surrounding area and caves . A large stone wall of unknown purpose . A heavily rusted vessel . Over 100 species of aquatic life within, many of which would not naturally meet . A large golden ring on the opposite side of the cave entrance of unknown purpose Following these events, divers attempted to swim upwards within SCP-6055, as sunlight is visible. Despite visually being a short distance from below, the swim took teams 3 hours. Even though divers were seemingly travelling at a constant speed, they appeared to be moving excessively slowly. When teams emerged, they found themselves in a vast expanse of water with no land in the visible distance. The journey back took only 3 minutes. + Show Exploration Log 6055-2 - Hide Exploration Log 6055-2 Foreword: This exploration was again taken out by divers of MTF Gamma-6 on 06/07/1988 . Following numerous unmanned ROV missions, it was determined that no threat was present within SCP-6055. At the time, SCP-6055 was at a width of about 52 metres, meaning that a manned vehicle was able to be deployed for a wider area of investigation. The following is the log of the second manned expedition into the space. [BEGIN LOG] G6-1: We are at the target location, Command please deploy the sub. (A muffled splash can be heard.) G6-1: Thanks guys. Dash 5, Dash 6, go and give it a ride. Once we’re all in, you 2 head North if your compasses work, and go as far as you can. You have been given food and water, try to recycle oxygen. G6-5: Affirmative. G6-2: Beginning dive. (Gamma-6 descends to SCP-6055’s entrance and goes within the cave.) G6-3: I can’t see any light. G6-2: That’s odd. (They turn a corner, entering SCP-6055.) G6-2: Oh. G6-1: Well this is a first. There hasn’t been any real indication of a day and night cycle here. (Camera footage reveals that the area is significantly darker, and looking up reveals the sky to have a moon present.6) G6-1: Command, has there been an observed night here? Site-115 Command: No there hasn’t, Dash 1. Time may pass differently over there. G6-3: Great. G6-2: Well the plants are fascinating, a lot of them seem to be slightly bioluminescent. G6-1: Everyone split up, we can cover more area. Make sure to take samples. Dash 5 and 6, start travelling in that direction (Points towards a large rock arch.). Let us know if you find anything. (G6-5 and G6-6 manoeuvre the submersible in the requested direction. Gamma-6 survey the area for 11 minutes, searching for any information on the anomaly.) G6-3: What is that? (Camera footage shows G6-3 discovering a 3 metre wide sphere of golden colouration. The sphere seems to emit a constant, low pitched hum and trace amounts of light. It is rested atop a small pedestal.) G6-1: Command, Dash 3 found something. Site-115 Command: We can see, Gamma-6. Please take a sample if possible. (Drilling can be heard, and a small piece of the sphere is removed.) G6-1: Take this back to the boat. G6-4: Will do. (The sphere begins to glow and spin.) G6-1: Woah, woah, woah, everyone, weapons up. Unknown: Please, there is no need for that. G6-1: (Pointing harpoon towards the sphere.) Unknown: I will cause no harm. (The voice speaks in a somewhat synthetic tone.) G6-1: What are you? Unknown: I am unable to tell you yet. (The sphere remains silent for 13 seconds.) Unknown: Are you human? G6-1: Yes. Unknown: Please confirm. Place your hand on me. G6-1: I’m not placing my hand anywh- Unknown: Awaiting confirmation.. [END LOG] Following this, Gamma-6 returned to their ship, which was waiting above SCP-6055’s entrance. G6-1 gathered better recording equipment to document and incite a conversation with the unknown entity. G6-5 and G6-6 continued to move north in the submersible. Just minutes before Gamma-6 left the area, the Piper Alpha Incident occurred.7 Upon Gamma-6’s exit from the space, the entrance had noticeably decreased in size. Addendum 6055.4: Interviews With Anomalous Intelligence On 06/07/1988, during the second manned expedition into SCP-6055, a golden sphere was discovered that displayed heightened intellect, capable of maintaining conversations. MTF Gamma-6’s commander organised an interview attempt with it, 32 hours after the object’s discovery. Their conversation can be found in Interview Log 6055-1. + Show Interview Log 6055-1 - Hide Interview Log 6055-1 Interviewed: Unidentified Anomalous Intelligence Interviewer: G6-1 [BEGIN LOG] G6-1: Let’s try this again. Hello, could you please state your name if you have one. Unknown: That information is classified. G6-1: Why? Unknown: I cannot confirm that you are human. Please place your hand on me for confirmation. Site-115 Command: Gamma-6, we request one of your members place their hand on the sphere. G6-1: (Sighs.) Okay. (G6-1 places his gloved hand onto the sphere.) Unknown: Please remove your hand protection. G6-1: If I do that, my suit will flood. Unknown: Ah, I see. Allow me. (A localised air bubble forms around G6-1’s hand, allowing him to safely remove his gloves. He places a hand onto the sphere.) G6-1: (Shrieks.) What was that? Did you burn me or something? Unknown: Deoxyribonucleic Acid sample taken. Homo sapien origin confirmed. Welcome, human. G6-1: What is your name? Unknown: I am Ubi. G6-1: Ubi? Ubi: Yes. That is what I said. G6-1: Who made you? Ubi: I was created by FILE DELETED. I am. Unsure. The files were deleted long ago. G6-1: The files? Are you some sort of computer? Ubi: No. I am an intelligence created by DATA CORRUPTED. I am past a computer, though my ability of thought is artificial. G6-1: I see. And how did you get here, and why? Ubi: This is my residence. I was created to save humanity from the ocean. G6-1: Save us from the ocean? Ubi: Yes. In my time, it begun to engulf humanity. A result of their own work, may I say. I am here to provide an escape for them. Though… (Silence for 5 seconds.) Ubi: I failed. I anticipated for all variables but one. G6-1: And what would that be? Ubi: Corruption. The tide, The Serpent ,The Leviathan groans at it. Something ruined my creation, a gateway between worlds. I created the Golden Rift8 to provide escape, though I miscalculated. Everyone was gone by the time I finished. G6-1: I see. Ubi: If you’ll excuse me, I must return to my work. (The sphere stops spinning and dims its ambient light.) [END LOG] Following this, Gamma-6 attempted to communicate with Ubi for 2 hours9, though it would not respond to any vocalisations. Sidenote: After the conclusion of this interview, G6-5 and G6-6 returned from their submersible expedition. They travelled 83 miles north from SCP-6055’s entrance before returning. The pair noted that a pod of sperm whales (Physeter macrocephalus) accompanied them for the duration of their journey. They noted that SCP-6055 was on a large hill or undersea mountain. Upon making it to the bottom of a large slope that SCP-6055 seems to be located upon, the team discovered the remains of a large urban area in the far distance. The area seemed to resemble the modern city of Stockholm, though showing heavy decay. Notably, this slope is not present in the local area within baseline reality. + Show Interview Log 6055-2 - Hide Interview Log 6055-2 Interviewed: Anomalous Intelligence, designated ‘Ubi’ Interviewer: G6-1 [BEGIN LOG] G6-1: Hello? Please respond to questioning or we will leave the area. Ubi: Yes, human? G6-1: Finally, we’ve been trying to communicate for a day now, are you aware of this? Ubi: Yes. G6-1: Alright. I’ve got a few more questions to ask you. Firstly, our diver- (A single giant oarfish (Regalecus glesne) swims between G6-1 and Ubi. Due to its considerable length, it obscures G6-1’s vision.) G6-1: Dash 3, try and lure this thing away from me if you can. Ubi: Allow me. (Ubi begins resonating, and the oarfish turns to view the object before turning to swim in the opposite direction.)10 G6-1: Did you just communicate with it? Ubi: In a way, yes. G6-1: Okay then. Firstly, our divers have discovered the deteriorating ruins of Stockholm, do you know what happened to it? Ubi: The sea was upset with humanity’s behaviour. It took out areas of major populous first. G6-1: The.. The sea became hostile. Ubi: Not exactly. G6-1: Please, Ubi, stop being so cryptic. It’s extremely hard to tell what you a- Ubi: I apologise, I was not programmed for conversation. (Ubi begins to move through unknown means toward a large flat surface in the rock.11) Ubi: (Speaks in Swedish, vocalising “Here we are, sent to our graves, buried beneath the ocean waves” repeatedly.) At this point, the intelligence becomes again unresponsive to questions, as it slowly drifts to a spherical shaped carving within a pedestal located in front of the rock face. Ubi inserts itself into the space and begins spinning. Rumbling can be heard, as the rock face is lifted up, into the surrounding area. It is revealed that behind the rock is a large room, approximately 30 metres in height and 15 metres in width and length. Coloured depictions are present on all walls, reminiscent of those found in ancient tombs and temples. [END LOG] Divers exited the area following this discovery, though Ubi expressed a desire for them to remain in its proximity. Addendum 6055.5: Chamber Analysis The contents of the walls within this chamber were photographed and examined by Foundation specialists after their discovery. Due to their nature, it was determined that they were intended to be read in a similar manner to those found in ancient tombs, and some outside help was acquired to ascertain their meaning. The following is the results of heavy analysis of the chamber’s walls. + Show Concealed Chamber Analysis - Hide Concealed Chamber Analysis Leftmost Wall:12 Depicts a large amount of buildings in a hieroglyphic like composition. Many of them resemble modern day cities, notably Sydney, London, New York and Hong Kong. Additionally there are 3 unidentifiable cities that do not exist within baseline reality. Below these is a seascape, with flora resembling those found within SCP-6055. The vague forms of SCP-169, SCP-1126 and SCP-3000 are present. All 3 are notably being observed by a submersible crew in white lab coats. Central Wall: Everything above the aforementioned seascape is becoming drenched in a black substance, that is being secreted by the land above. The previously mentioned anomalies are no longer present, though multiple SCP-6055-2 that resemble the first discovered, are covered in the substance and other pieces of debris. Numerous SCP-6055-2 are seen lifeless and decomposing on the ocean floor. The average sea level is noticeably higher than on the left wall. Figures resembling the 05 Council are overlooking the scene. Rightmost Wall: Shows the cities entirely submerged. A mountain, still above water, with a clear crater or ravine within, is present to the right. It’s slope is being traversed by a vehicle that appears to have the Foundation insignia engraved upon it, with all members of the 05 council within. An entity resembling 05-4 appears to be residing within a hut (one of many located in a large cove on the top of the mountain) composed of clay and wood, with 2 golden semicircles in either hand. The semicircles are glowing, and a partially constructed golden ring is engraved within a nearby cliff. Figures in lab coats watch it intently. Ceiling: The 2 semicircles are now one whole. A large, golden circle is centred, emitting a yellowish light into the surroundings. The entire cove once inhabited is now underwater and has corals, kelp and a landscape resembling SCP-6055’s immediate area. Through the previously described ring, now instead of rock, shows a cave entrance, leading into a much darker seascape. Many fish, crustaceans, cetaceans and cephalopods are present in this area, though the huts are now abandoned and lifeless. The ceiling has a distinguishable difference in art style from the other surfaces, indicating that it may have been created by a different entity. To date, Ubi refuses to respond to questioning about the room, though it has been observed to stare at the ceiling before returning to its pedestal. RESEARCHER’S NOTE Displaying... Note from Site Director Moore (08/06/1999): [BEGIN VOICE LOG] Greetings, I am director of Site-115, responsible for research of SCP-6055. Though we have sent Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 into SCP-6055 many times following the second exploration log, Anomalous Intelligence UF-11 designated ‘Ubi’ no longer responds to questions regarding SCP-6055, its origins, or Cetacea Events. It seems to enjoy conversations, though it instead prefers to discuss more.. mundane subjects. These include the current state of the Foundation, the global economy, it cares deeply about our oceans but most notably the current state of the 05 Council. It expresses great.. How do I say.. Care. For 05-4. Upon questioning, 05-4 did not seem to have any knowledge of this anomaly. I have requested other members of the 05 and the Administrator to search his files, see if there was any information on Ubi. It seems that he was legitimately telling the truth about his lack of knowledge regarding Anomalous Intelligence UF-11, though we have decided to… Terminate his research into a personal project of his, named ‘Undersea Balancing Initiative’. He claims it could help lower the rising sea levels, though seeing what occurred within SCP-6055, I think it’s for the best. Plans indicate that the physical creation of this plan is immensely similar in composition to A.I UF-11 ‘Ubi’. Based on these recent discoveries, it is believed that the dimension accessed by SCP-6055 is a near exact mirror dimension of our own, that has undergone an XK-Class End of the World Scenario of unknown origin. We are currently unaware of what event or entity(s) were responsible for the XK Scenario or if they have a counterpart in baseline reality. O5-4 was simply doing what the SCP-6055 equivalent of O5-4 would be doing, without his knowing, beginning to create ‘Ubi’, a.k.a the ‘Undersea Balancing Initiative’. Evidence points towards UF-11 ‘Ubi’ utilising Cetacea Events to attract the attention of our dimension’s equivalent of its creator, O5-4. We are… Unsure of why Ubi wishes to speak with him. For his own safety, UF-11 should be denied contact with O5-4. [END VOICE LOG] Addendum 6055.6: Update (06/05/2021) SCP-6055’s entrance is now at a width where it has become increasingly difficult to send divers into the space, and due to the size of ROVs, it is now challenging to explore the area further. There has been a direct correlation between SCP-6055’s closing and oceanic pollution, and funding has been sent to organisations dealing with the ocean’s health. This endeavour, and rising public awareness of oceanic corruption has significantly lowered the rate of SCP-6055’s closing. Despite these endeavours, research must be put on hold as SCP-6055’s entrance has closed drastically. In response to the Mauritius oil spill in the Indian Ocean, SCP-6055’s entrance closed a further 3 metres. 12 days later, during a Foundation assisted mass cleanup operation, a radio signal believed to originate from Anomalous Intelligence UF-11 ‘Ubi’ was broadcast from SCP-6055. This was intercepted by a patrol ship, the message reads as follows: Messsge from A.I. UF-11 Displaying... . . . Thank you for trying. . . . No further communication has been attempted at the order of O5-4. Footnotes 1. Between the months of August and November. 2. Which was swiftly removed. 3. Note: Based on Mr Campbell’s description, it is believed that an object discovered in 2011 known to the public as ‘The Baltic Sea Anomaly’ may be the remains of the creature. 4. Remotely Operated Vehicle 5. Translated to English, reads "Here we are, sent to our graves, buried beneath the ocean waves." 6. Baseline reality was in a daytime state at this time. 7. Piper Alpha was an oil platform located in the North Sea approximately 120 miles north-east of Aberdeen, Scotland. An explosion and resulting oil and gas fires destroyed Piper Alpha on 6 July 1988, killing 167 men, and caused an immensely large oil spill. It is, to date recognised as one of the worst oceanic catastrophes ever witnessed. 8. Believed to be the golden ring around the inner exit of SCP-6055. 9. Before abandoning it. 10. Presently, cross testing of “Ubi” with other oceanic anomalies is not permitted under any circumstances. - 05-4. 11. Previously discovered by G6-3. 12. From perspective of entrance. |
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More by this author! Item#: SCP-6056 Level3 Secondary Class: damballah Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Dr. W. Wettle's office subsequent to Incident 6056-06. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6056 is contained. The precise details of this containment are unavailable, as it was performed by persons unknown. Investigations are ongoing. Description: SCP-6056 denotes a series of inexplicable shock waves occurring at Site-43 between 04/28/2021 and 08/04/2021. Each shock wave resembled the air volume expansion effects of a small explosion, sufficient to propel objects away from its source at high velocity and inflict moderate injury on nearby personnel. There were no associated thermal effects, nor the shrapnel one would expect from such an explosion. Six instances of SCP-6056 were recorded, all taking place in the underground structure of Site-43 and all occurring in the presence of senior personnel. Addendum 6056-1, Incident Log: The following is a complete catalogue of all SCP-6056 occurrences to date. Incident 6056-01 Date: 04/28/2021 Time: 12:11 PM Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section) Log begins. [Drs. Harold Blank and William Wettle are sitting in the former's office in the Archives and Revision Section. Dr. Wettle is eating a meatball sub. Dr. Blank is drinking a bottle of soda. They are conversing.] Dr. Blank: And I'm telling you, it sounds fucking stupid. Dr. Wettle: No, you know what sounds stupid? Saying it the wrong way. Dr. Blank: The wrong way?! I'm saying it the only right way! "The First World War" is an anachronism. They didn't call it that at the time. They thought it was a one-off, Willie. Dr. Wettle: You're an anachronism. Your parents called you "the Blank child" for a week before settling on "Harold." Dr. Blank: I told you that in confidence. My point is, I'd doubt the qualifications of any historian who doesn't call it "the Great War." Dr. Wettle: I'm a historian. Dr. Blank: It's "an historian." Dr. Wettle: Like f— [Dr. Blank begins to drink from his bottle as SCP-6056 occurs. The point of origin is Dr. Wettle's meatball sub; it explodes, coating him, Dr. Blank, and the bookshelves and carpets of the office in tomato sauce and beef. Dr. Wettle is thrown into a display cabinet filled with model ships; it also explodes. Dr. Blank is still drinking from the bottle; it, too, explodes, filling his lungs with soda as he is flung into the office wall. He begins to cough violently as the ceiling and light fixtures collapse, and the camera view goes dark.] Log ends. Aftermath: Dr. Wettle suffered minor lacerations from the display case glass, as well as a broken collarbone and internal bruising. Dr. Blank suffered a concussion. Incident 6056-02 Date: 06/12/2021 Time: 8:12 PM Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section) Log begins. [Dr. Udo Okorie and Chief Delfina Ibanez are seated on a couch in the former's quarters.] Dr. Okorie: It's just… I didn't think it would be this soon. [Chief Ibanez places a hand on Dr. Okorie's shoulder.] Dr. Okorie: He wasn't… he was only sixty. It's… [Dr. Okorie sobs.] Chief Ibanez: I know. It's bullshit. Dr. Okorie: I was going to say it's not fair, but that's a better w— [SCP-6056 occurs. The couch is the point of origin. It explodes. Airborne particulates of stuffing briefly obscure the camera view. Dr. Okorie is flung upwards into the ceiling, strikes her head, and is rendered unconscious. Chief Ibanez is inverted, clips a light fixture with her legs, and pulls the ceiling down on top of her when she crashes through a glass coffee table.] Log ends. Aftermath: Dr. Okorie suffered a concussion. Chief Ibanez suffered minor abrasions and blunt force trauma against her arms, legs and back. Incident 6056-03 Date: 06/16/2021 Time: 4:21 PM Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section) Log begins. [Chief Amelia Torosyan is working on a complex fuse box in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A. Technician Philip Deering enters the room, carrying his duty tablet.] Deering: Hey. Chief Torosyan: Hey. Deering: Check this out. [SCP-6056 occurs. Its point of origin is the interior of the fuse box. All seventy-four fuses blow and are forcibly ejected from their housings, many of them striking Chief Torosyan and Deering. A fire begins in the fuse box, and nine separate alarm systems activate at once. The screen on Deering's duty tablet cracks, and he drops it as he falls to his knees. Chief Torosyan's radio emits a high-pitched squeal before dying with a loud popping sound. Fluorescent bulbs burst overhead, and the camera feed now registers firelit darkness. A constant tone at 119 decibels fills the air.] Deering: THAT WASN'T ME. Log ends. Aftermath: Chief Torosyan and Deering were treated for minor bruises. Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A was offline for three days while extensive repairs were undertaken. Incident 6056-04 Date: 06/19/2021 Time: 3:47 PM Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section) Log begins. [Dr. Lillian Lillihammer and Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate are seated back to back at computer terminals in the former's research laboratory.] Dr. Lillihammer: I don't like that. [Dr. McDoctorate laughs.] Dr. McDoctorate: What's not to like? I think it's comforting. [Dr. Lillihammer swivels her chair, and spins Dr. McDoctorate's so that he is facing her.] Dr. Lillihammer: How on Earth would you find that comforting? Dr. McDoctorate: If there's an infinite number of you and I, there's an infinite number of things we could be doing. Dr. Lillihammer: Dirty mind. [Dr. McDoctorate laughs.] Dr. McDoctorate: That's not what I mean. I mean we could be solving problems in those other dimensions and timelines which we'll never solve in this one. We could be solving problems which don't exist here. We could be— Dr. Lillihammer: We could be mad scientists, which we are, and therefore doing all kinds of ridiculous shit that could be extremely dangerous. No, I think I'd rather there was only one version of you or m— [SCP-6056 occurs. The point of origin is the server stack behind Dr. Lillihammer's computer terminal. It explodes in a shower of sparks and components, shattering the windows in the lab and destroying the terminal. Dr. Lillihammer is flung onto Dr. McDoctorate, whose chair is upset. Both fall to the floor as the circuit breakers trip and the lights go out. The sprinkler system can be heard activating.] [Seventeen seconds pass.] Dr. Lillihammer: Dirty mind. Log ends. Aftermath: Neither Dr. Lillihammer nor Dr. McDoctorate reported any injury. Incident 6056-05 Date: 07/12/2021 Time: 12:04 AM Investigating Officer: Chief D. Ibanez (Pursuit and Suppression Section) Log begins. [████████████████ and ████████████████████ are in bed together in █████████'s quarters. SCP-6056 occurs; the point of origin is approximately one foot above ████████████'s head. ███ is compressed into ███, further compressing ███ into the bed and causing it to collapse. Both scream.] █████████: [Incoherent cursing.] ████████████: [Incoherent cursing.] [Six minutes pass.] █████████: We're not telling them how this happened. ████████████: YOU THINK?! Log ends. Aftermath: Both ████████████ and █████████ suffered pelvic injuries. ████████████ suffered a stretched neck ligament, and █████████ suffered two broken ribs. Incident 6056-06 Date: 08/04/2021 Time: 3:27 PM Investigating Officer: Chief H. Kuroki (Security and Containment Section) Log begins. [Drs. William Wettle and Bastien LeBlanc are walking through an access corridor in the Research and Experimentation Section. Dr. Wettle is wearing a neck brace. Over a dozen other staff members are also present.] Dr. LeBlanc: Have you considered that it might be fate? Dr. Wettle: I don't believe in fate. Dr. LeBlanc: If my luck was as bad as yours, I think I would. I'd want to believe it's happening for a reason. [They approach Dr. Wettle's office. He presses his identification card to a card reader.] Dr. Wettle: We're both scientists, Bastien. Everything does happen for a reason, and it's our j— [SCP-6056 occurs. The point of origin is behind Dr. Wettle's office door. The door is blown into the corridor, with Dr. Wettle attached. He strikes the opposite wall, scattering two Mobile Task Force agents to the floor. The exterior window of the office explodes, and Dr. LeBlanc is peppered with glass as he, too, is knocked to the floor with nine other staff members. Dr. Wettle shoves the door away, clutching at his bleeding nose and screaming.] Dr. Wettle: Fucking TWICE?! [The ceiling collapses.] Log ends. Aftermath: Dr. Wettle suffered only a broken nose. Dr. LeBlanc suffered a twisted ankle and minor lacerations. The remaining staff suffered three concussions, four broken ribs, one broken leg, one broken arm, three twisted ankles, minor lacerations/abrasions/bruising and one thermal burn from an exploded cup of coffee. Addendum 6056-2, Containment: On 08/04/2021, Dr. Lillihammer reported receiving a message in her head, spoken in her own voice: "We were trying something. It didn't work. Sorry." No further incidents have occurred. « SCP-5974 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5243 Video Transcripts » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6056" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6056. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6057 | keter | Image captured of an explosion caused by SCP-6057. Item #: SCP-6057 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6057 is contained in a steel-reinforced concrete vault in Site-55's Keter wing, and is to be furnished with standard humanoid object items. Personnel interacting with SCP-6057 are not to make any sudden movements and are to speak to it in a slow, calm manner. SCP-6057 is currently scheduled for biweekly therapy sessions with Dr. Li, which are to be carried out every Tuesday and Thursday at 2 PM. Description: SCP-6057 is an automaton made of polypropylene plastic resembling a cartoon stylization of a bomb. SCP-6057 is capable of exploding with a force of up to 14 kilotons. The explosions caused by SCP-6057 do not produce sounds typical of large explosions, but instead produce a loud popping sound, followed by what has been identified as a party blower. Additionally, explosions leave behind a large amount of confetti, the source of which is unknown. SCP-6057 is capable of reforming itself following explosions and does not appear to suffer damage as a result of exploding. SCP-6057 suffers from extreme anxiety and is prone to exploding when agitated or upset. Addendum 6057.01: Note found upon discovery The following note was found taped to the back of SCP-6057 upon discovery by Foundation agents. SCP-6057 was discovered following a string of unusual explosions in the Albuquerque, New Mexico area. Hi, kids! Now you are the proud owner of Señor Boom, who is the Tiny Señor line of Professor Funtastic! Try to collect all the fun for hours! Let your señors here for fun! Pick up all the señors, super fun! Fun for you! Fun of your friends! Señor Boom! Señor Fluff! Señor Senor!! Señor Senorita!! Señor Fun! Señor Hole! Señor Pig! Señor Purple! Señor Taste! Addendum 6057.02: Audio log from recent therapy session The following is a recorded dialogue between Dr. Li and SCP-6057 during its most recent therapy session. + Open Audio Log 6057.01 - Close <BEGIN LOG> Li: Good afternoon, Señor Boom. SCP-6057: Uh, hello, doctor. Li: How are you feeling today? SCP-6057: I don't know. Good, I think? Is there a right answer? Li: No, there is no right answer. It's okay to not feel good, you know. SCP-6057: I-in that case I don't feel good. It feels too tight in here. These walls… they make me feel claustrophobic. Li: Maybe you could use a little change of scenery. Would you like for me to put in a request to take you outside? SCP-6057: That would be nice… Li: I think so too. Now, why don't we get started? SCP-6057: Okay. Li: Have you felt choked up again like you were last week? SCP-6057: A little… I tried doing the breathing technique you showed me but I still felt overwhelmed. Li: This is normal. It happens. Remember, therapy isn't going to cure you immediately, its more about learning techniques to better help you manage yourself in case something does happen. SCP-6057: I know, I know, but… I always feel like I'm going to blow when you're not around, doctor. Li: You can manage without me. I'm here to help you, but I can't be your crutch forever. Why don't we try to focus on some positive things. Like your future trip outside! That sounds like it'll be fun. Fresh air always does the body good. SCP-6057: I don't like the air down here… it's so musty… Li: Why don't we try focusing on something positive instead of what you don't like down here? SCP-6057: Okay… outside… outside… but, doctor, what if I blow up outside? They'll never let me go outside again… Li: Try finding the positive side. SCP-6057: I'm trying! I'm trying! Sorry… Li: There's no need to apologize. Just focus on the good that is going outside and how you'll like it. Use this as a goal to keep moving forward. SCP-6057: But I have no way of knowing what's going to happen… How can I control myself if I don't know what can happen? Li: That's just the risk you take by living every day. You never know what's going to happen but you still need to get out there and live. Otherwise, you spend your whole life cloistered in your containment chamber. And I know you don't want to be in here all the time. SCP-6057: I don't… But… Li: But? SCP-6057: But… I don't know… Everything just feels so overwhelming and I know they're not going to approve me going outside so what's the point? I may as well just blow up and get it over with… Li: Whoa, slow down there, Boom. You don't know that they are or aren't going to approve of letting you take a field trip outside. Remember, you haven't had a major explosion in three months. That's amazing progress! Don't sell yourself short. SCP-6057: … but… Li: If you keep thinking of all the 'what if' scenarios and 'buts' you'll never get any better. SCP-6057: So I'm just not going to get any better then? Am I just doomed to be stuck here forever? Li: That's not what I said. SCP-6057: I know you didn't, but… Li: You know how we feel about buts around here. SCP-6057: I know! I know! But I just can't help but feel like… I'm drowning… I'm drowning, doctor, and nothing I can do helps! Everything I've tried doesn't work and I feel like I'm failing you and I feel like I'm failing myself and I don't know! I'm sorry! [SCP-6057's fuse lights.] Li: Remember what we've talked about. Slow down. Deep breaths. [SCP-6057's fuse ticks down for a moment before it is defused. There is a brief silence between the two.] SCP-6057: You see what I mean, doctor? If you weren't here I would have exploded and probably taken out my room again… Let's face it, I'll never be able to go outside… Li: The fact that you stopped yourself shows great progress. You alone were able to stop yourself from blowing up and causing trouble, and you alone are to credit for that. See? You are getting better. SCP-6057: I… I guess you're right… Li: There you go, Señor Boom. Remember, it's all about taking small steps. Today you took a big step and you should be proud of yourself for achieving that. SCP-6057: But… Li: No buts! <END LOG> Note: Dr. Li requested SCP-6057 be allowed outside following this interaction. The request was processed by the Ethics Committee and Containment Committee prior to being approved. + Open Audio Log 6057.02 - Close Foreword: SCP-6057 was permitted to walk in the above-ground perimeter of Site-55. It is accompanied by Dr. Li and two guards. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6057: I don't believe it… I never thought I'd see the sun again… Li: You should be proud of yourself. You wouldn't be out here if it weren't for your amazing progress. SCP-6057: I… I guess so. Thank you, Doctor Li. Li: I'm just doing my job. So tell me, what's on your mind now that you're out here? SCP-6057: I want to feel the grass under my feet. [SCP-6057 steps off the lift platform and onto the grass.] Li: How's it feel? SCP-6057: Great! I… I feel great for the first time since… since… Since I was made. Li: I'm glad you're feeling good. Did you enjoy being outside in nature before you were contained? SCP-6057: Yeah… well, mostly. When I knew there would be no one around I would like to go outside and just feel the wind on my face. My dad told me not to go outside when there were people out because they would steal me away and that kind of made me nervous. Li: Your dad? Do you mean Professor Funtastic? SCP-6057: Is that what he called himself? I just knew him as dad… Li: Please do go on. Sorry I interrupted. SCP-6057: It's okay. Anyway, dad, he… he told me never to go outside or they would take me… It scared me, to be suddenly taken away from dad like that. That's why I didn't go outside for the first few weeks I was alive. I never knew who he meant by 'they' but I guess now I do… It was you guys. [There is a ten-second silence.] SCP-6057: Anyway, I guess that's where it all started. Dad put the fear of being taken away in me… and he was right. I never should have stepped outside. But it got so lonely without him being there… I… I don't even know what I was looking for. I had never seen another person aside from dad before and… I was scared. I still am. Li: What are you scared of at present? SCP-6057: I'm scared of him coming back and being mad at me for getting taken away. I just want him to be proud of me… Li: I don't think he would be mad at you. SCP-6057: Really? Even though I'm an anxious mess? Li: I don't think he would judge you for that. If anything I think he would be proud of you knowing how far you've come in controlling yourself. SCP-6057: R-really? Li: Yes. You may struggle with your anxiety, but it does not define you. You're a good person and you should take it a little easier on yourself. SCP-6057: … I… thank you… [SCP-6057 sniffles.] Li: Are you crying? SCP-6057: No! Yes… just a little. Li: It's okay to cry, Señor Boom. [Both are silent for thirty seconds.] Li: It's a lovely day, isn't it? SCP-6057: You're right. 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SCP-6058 | safe | close Info X "Cloning Machine" by stoner99 I encourage you to read more of my works here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stoner99-author-page SCP-6058 Item #: SCP-6058 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6058 is stored in a modified anomalous item locker at Site-07. Testing is forbidden. Description: SCP-6058 is a mechanical device capable of producing live specimens of any lifeform, extinct or otherwise, when provided with a valid sample of said lifeform's DNA. The rate at which SCP-6058 performs this function is variable, and believed to be dependent on the size of the organism in question. Once completed, SCP-6058 will expel its reproduction through a metal shaft at the base of the object. Further attempts to analyze the interior structure of SCP-6058 have resulted in failure. Experimentation Log: Test # Subject Result 1 Chicken feather SCP-6058 produced a rooster. 2 1 ounce of pork SCP-6058 produced a pig. 3 Tarantula leg SCP-6058 produced a tarantula. 4 Tarantula cadaver SCP-6058 produced a tarantula. 5 2 tarantula cadavers SCP-6058 produced two tarantulas. [72 LINES OMITTED] 78 Mammoth fossil SCP-6058 appeared to strain for approximately eight hours, before producing what was later determined to be a deceased wooly mammoth calf. Cause of death ruled as asphyxiation. 79 Velociraptor fossil SCP-6058 rejects the material and fails to function, with subsequent experiments delivering similar results. Further investigation pending. 80 300,000 year old human bone fragment See addendum. Addendum: Over the course of Test 80, SCP-6058 strained for approximately 48 hours before dispensing a small piece of parchment from its ejection shaft and temporarily ceasing to function. The object read as follows: + Open - Close ERROR! PLEASE UPGRADE PAYMENT PLAN FOR PRODUCTS EXCEEDING 9,000 KILOGRAMS. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6058" by stoner99, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6058. Licensed under CC-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: 6058 Name: File:Clockworks - Providenzkirche - Heidelberg, Germany - DSC01540.jpg Author: Daderot License: CC0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6059 | euclid | HEY! ARE YOU BALLS? Item#: SCP-6059 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo The pit containing SCP-6059. Entity was on a "Pause" when photo was taken. Special Containment Procedures: The Chuck E. Cheese establishment formerly housing SCP-6059 has been seized by Foundation personnel under the cover of a major health code violation. The former structure has been converted into a Foundation site. All civilians recorded as having formerly interacted with SCP-6059 have been appropriately amnesticized. All children exposed to SCP-6059 are to be monitored for future unusual behavior including but not limited to: Religious fanaticism Unusual ritualistic behavior Involvement in fringe religions SCP-6059 is to be fed Chuck E. Cheese brand pizza twice daily. Any complaints from SCP-6059 regarding the quality of pizza provided are to be disregarded. Once a month, SCP-6059’s pit should be emptied and refilled with plastic balls of the same brand used by standard Chuck E. Cheese establishments. SCP-6059 is permitted to have enrichment activities as a reward for good behavior. Description: SCP-6059 is an amorphous creature approximately the size of an average human toddler composed of a mixture of plastic, vomit, pizza sauce, and trace amounts of feces and urine. While amorphous, it is capable of shaping a crude "head" and mouth. Two plastic balls placed atop its "head" with drawn on pupils serve as its "eyes". It is unclear if these "eyes" are functional. SCP-6059 lives in a ball pit formerly located in a Chuck E. Cheese establishment. SCP-6059 is incapable of leaving the confines of its ball pit despite constant statements to the contrary. Children under the age of 10 exposed to SCP-6059 will begin to worship the entity after approximately twenty minutes of exposure. Worship typically takes the form of prostrating in a ring around the pit containing SCP-6059, reciting grandiose statements of SCP-6059’s supposed might and power, and throwing slices of Chuck E. Cheese pizza into the pit. Addendum 6059.1: Interviews with SCP-6059 Interview 1- 10/27/2021 Interviewed: SCP-6059 Interviewer: Dr. Zacharias Rosemary1 Foreword: The following interview was conducted following the successful containment of SCP-6059. <Begin Log> [Dr. Rosemary unzips the mesh netting surrounding SCP-6059's pit. Following instructions from on site command, he carefully steps in. The balls reach his knees.] Dr. Rosemary: Hello? Anyone here? [SCP-6059 pops up from the balls several meters from Dr. Rosemary.] SCP-6059: HEY! Dr. Rosemary: Yeah, hey! I'm- SCP-6059: ARE YOU BALLS? Dr. Rosemary: ….what? SCP-6059: THING IN MY PIT. ARE YOU BALLS? Dr. Rosemary: No, I'm a human being. SCP-6059: GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTLEAVELEAVELEAVEGETOUTLEAVE. [SCP-6059 continues shouting as it begins throwing plastic balls at Dr. Rosemary. Dr. Rosemary attempts to engage conversation, but is unsuccessful. SCP-6059's assault continues until Dr. Rosemary leaves the pit. SCP-6059 looks towards the exit of the pit and appears to form the approximation of a frown before vanishing back beneath the balls.] <End Log> Closing Statement: Several other members of site personnel attempted to engage SCP-6059 in conversation following Dr. Rosemary's attempt. SCP-6059 responded the same way to each. Dr. Rosemary was reassigned once it was determined the entity's reaction was not unique to him, and a new plan for interviewing was drafted. This plan included the creation of a "Pause" system, designed to punish the entity for poor behavior. Interview 2- 10/29/2021 Interviewed: SCP-6059 Interviewer: Dr. Rosemary Foreword: Dr. Rosemary was provided with a family sized Chuck E. Cheese pizza to provide as an offering to SCP-6059.2 <Begin Log> [Dr. Rosemary approaches the pit with the pizza. He opens the mesh netting, and holds the box over the pit. SCP-6059 erupts from the balls beneath the pizza, bites down, and drags the offering into the pit.] Dr. Rosemary: Feeling ok, SCP-6059? More willing to chat now? SCP-6059: YOU HAVE PLEASED ME WITH A SACRIFICE. YOU MAY SPEAK, NON-BALL. Dr. Rosemary: …Right, ok. Uh…let's just start with the basics. What are you? SCP-6059: TELL ME MORTAL, HAVE YOU EVER HAD AN ENLIGHTENED EXPERIENCE IN A PIT? Dr. Rosemary: I'm…what? SCP-6059: HAVE YOU EVER HAD AN ENLIGHTENED EXPERIENCE IN A PIT? Dr. Rosemary: Hold on, hold on. I have no clue what you're trying to ask me here. SCP-6059: HAVE YOU EVER BEEN BLESSED BY THE PIT OF BALLS? LEFT WITH A MARK OF THE DIVINE? TOUCHED BY A HIGHER POWER? Dr. Rosemary: I….guess? When I was a kid I got pinkeye from a McDonald's ball pit. Do you mean something like that? SCP-6059: YES THIS IS IT! YOU HAVE BEEN TOUCHED BY MY BLESSING! YOU ARE A PROPHET OF THE PIT! Dr. Rosemary: Alright, that's…lovely, SCP-6059. That didn't answer my question, though. SCP-6059: OH DIDN'T IT? Dr. Rosemary: No, it didn't. [SCP-6059 is silent for several moments. It suddenly begins shouting and throwing balls at Dr. Rosemary and continues until Dr. Rosemary leaves the pit.] Dr. Rosemary: SCP-6059, if you don't behave you're going to get a time-out! [SCP-6059 throws another ball at Dr. Rosemary, hitting him between the eyes.] Dr. Rosemary: Alright, time out it is! SCP-6059: WAIT. WAIT! [Dr. Rosemary institutes the recently developed "Pause" plan, turning off the lights and leaving the room. SCP-6059 angrily throws a ball at the mesh netting of the pit every few minutes. Eventually it appears to settle down and begin looking for personnel.] SCP-6059: TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON MORTAL. RELEASE ME FROM THIS "TIME-OUT" IMMEDIATELY. [SCP-6059 sinks into the pit, staring at the netting. It makes soft whining noises.] SCP-6059: PLEASE COME BACK. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Rosemary returned after thirty minutes. He explained behavioral expectations to SCP-6059, and informed the entity that a failure to cooperate and behave would result in another "pause". The entity agreed to the terms set forth. Interview 3- 10/31/2021 Interviewed: SCP-6059 Interviewer: Dr. Rosemary <Begin Log> [Dr. Rosemary throws another family sized Chuck E. Cheese pizza into SCP-6059's pit.] Dr. Rosemary: Alright, 6059, are we ready to behave? [SCP-6059 pops up from the pit, eating the pizza. It nods.] Dr. Rosemary: Good, we both got off on the wrong foot so let's start over. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I need you to answer honestly, alright? SCP-6059: THOSE TERMS ARE ACCEPTABLE, MORTAL. Dr. Rosemary: Alright. First question, same as before. What are you? SCP-6059: I AM BOTULAE, GOD OF THE PIT. Dr. Rosemary: …God of the pit? SCP-6059: YES. I HOLD DIVINE POWER OVER THE PIT AND ALL WITHIN. Dr. Rosemary: Alright, I can accept that. Now when you say "the pit", you mean…? SCP-6059: THE PIT AND ITS MANY BALLS ARE MY DOMAIN. I OVERSEE THEM AND THEIR BLESSINGS. Dr. Rosemary: So, is that just this ball pit or all of them? I haven't seen you make much of an attempt to leave here. SCP-6059: I AM MORE THAN CAPABLE OF LEAVING MY PIT. I AM ALL POWERFUL. Dr. Rosemary: Ok. Leave the pit then. [SCP-6059 stares at Dr. Rosemary. It begins reaching to grab a ball.] Dr. Rosemary: Make smart choices, SCP-6059. [SCP-6059 puts the ball down.] SCP-6059: MY DOMAIN IS THE PIT. THIS PIT. Dr. Rosemary: I appreciate you being honest with me. And that's nothing to be ashamed of, you have more of a "domain" than most people. I gotta ask, though, why this pit? SCP-6059: THIS IS MY PIT. IT IS MY DOMAIN. Dr. Rosemary: SCP-6059 please respond to the question, you know I want more of an answer than that. [SCP-6059 goes silent and appears to recoil slightly.] Dr. Rosemary: It's ok, SCP-6059. There's nothing to be upset about. You can talk to me. SCP-6059: …I WOKE UP HERE. Dr. Rosemary: And…? SCP-6059: THAT IS ALL. I WOKE UP HERE. [SCP-6059 appears to breathe slightly faster.] Dr. Rosemary: …So this is your divine pit then. Ok, I understand. And that thing with those children…? SCP-6059: MY DIVINE SERVANTS. LOYAL SUBJECTS WHO SUNG MY PRAISES AND BROUGHT ME OFFERINGS. Dr. Rosemary: 6059, you had like 20 children worshipping you. What were you even doing? SCP-6059: A GOD IS NOTHING WITHOUT FOLLOWERS. FOLLOWERS SPREAD WORD OF YOUR POWER AND GAIN YOU INFLUENCE. WITH FOLLOWERS, WORSHIPPERS, YOU ARE REMEMBERED AS MIGHTY IN THE PANTHEON. WITH WORSHIPPERS YOU GAIN OFFERINGS, AND YOU LIVE FOREVER. Dr. Rosemary: But why children? SCP-6059: THEY ARE LIKE ME. I FEEL KINSHIP TO THEM. [SCP-6059 watches as Dr. Rosemary records notes. It cocks its head slightly.] SCP-6059: MORTAL, ARE YOU A "CHILDREN"? Dr. Rosemary: No, sweetie, I'm in my thirties. SCP-6059: THEN WHY DO YOU BRING ME OFFERINGS? WHY DO YOU WRITE DOWN THE STORIES OF MY EXPLOITS? I DO NOT FEEL MY INFLUENCE WORKING UPON YOU, YET YOU PERFORM THE STEPS OF WORSHIP REGARDLESS. Dr. Rosemary: Hm? Oh, I guess I have been taking notes. SCP-6059: HAVE YOU ACCEPTED THE GLORY OF THE BALLS? HAVE YOU DECIDED TO BECOME A FOLLOWER OF MINE? Dr. Rosemary: Nothing quite that exciting, 6059. Don't overthink it. Anyway, I think we're done for today. There are a few things I need to look into. See you soon, ok? SCP-6059: WAIT! [Dr. Rosemary exits the pit and leaves SCP-6059's chamber.] SCP-6059: …COME BACK… <End Log> Closing Notes: Footage following this interview shows SCP-6059 acting irritably. The entity is seen throwing balls against the mesh netting for several hours before it ceases and appears to stare towards the ceiling. After approximately one hour it sinks back into the pit. Interview 4- 11/1/2021 Interviewed: Dr. Rosemary Interviewer: SCP-6059 Foreword: SCP-6059 requested an interview with Dr. Rosemary following the prior interview, to which Dr. Rosemary agreed. <Begin Log> SCP-6059: HEY! THING IN MY PIT! ARE YOU- OH MORTAL IT IS YOU! Dr. Rosemary: Yeah, what's up? You wanted to talk to me? SCP-6059: YES. SINCE WE LAST SPOKE I HAVE BEEN BOTHERED GREATLY. Dr. Rosemary: Alright, let it out bud. SCP-6059: I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN CONTENT WITH MY PIT AND MY BALLS. THE WORSHIPPERS I HAD WERE FEW, BUT I WAS CONTENT. I WAS ABOVE THEM, I AM THE MIGHTY GOD OF THE PIT! Dr. Rosemary: And? SCP-6059: …AND…SOMETHING IS WRONG. I FEEL WRONG. Dr. Rosemary: Oh you're being really serious about this, ok. Yes, go ahead. SCP-6059: WHEN I FIRST AWOKE IT WAS JUST ME AND MY PIT. THERE WAS THIS FEELING FOR SOMETHING, THOUGH I DO NOT KNOW WHAT. ALL I KNEW IS THAT I WAS DIVINE AND THE PIT WAS MINE. EVENTUALLY I MET THE CHILDREN, AND THEY WERE KIND TO ME. WORSHIPPED ME. MADE ME FEEL….IMPORTANT. WHEN I WAS BROUGHT HERE THE FEELING BEGAN AGAIN. MY WORSHIPPERS WERE GONE, IT WAS JUST MYSELF AND THE PIT. THIS WAS UPSETTING, BUT I AM UNSURE WHY. THEN YOU COME AND BEGIN SPEAKING WITH ME, AND THE FEELING WOULD GO AWAY. BUT YOU WOULD LEAVE AND THAT FEELING WOULD RETURN. WHY IS THAT? Dr. Rosemary: Well honestly part of it is because I'm assigned to you. I need to take care of you and ensure that you're ok. SCP-6059: YOU DID NOT HAVE TO BRING AN OFFERING WITH YOU THIS TIME, THOUGH. [Dr. Rosemary takes out the family sized Chuck E. Cheese pizza he had been concealing. He smirks.] Dr. Rosemary: You noticed, huh? SCP-6059: YOU WERE NOT REQUIRED TO COME THIS TIME, EITHER. Dr. Rosemary: To be honest with you 6059, I don't come because I have to. I come because I want to learn about you, but mostly because I think you just need a friend. SCP-6059: WHAT IS "A FRIEND?" IS IT BALLS? Dr. Rosemary: Nah, a friend is someone you care about not because they worship you or anything, but because you respect them and enjoy their company. You give them things because you feel like it, or because it's the right thing to do. They listen to you and care about you not because they have to, but because they can. SCP-6059: I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. Dr. Rosemary: Honestly, 6059, I could tell talking to you that you'd been through something. I don't know what that thing was, but you don't need to be alone. SCP-6059: ARE YOU MY "FRIEND", DOCTOR? Dr. Rosemary: Yeah, I am. If that's something you would like. [SCP-6059 throws a ball at Dr. Rosemary, striking him between the eyes.] SCP-6059: YES, I WOULD. <End Log> Drawing by SCP-6059 and Dr. Zacharias Rosemary, drawn during an enrichment activity. Footnotes 1. Researcher from the Department of Anomalous Ambassadors, a Foundation branch dedicated to improving communication between personnel and anomalies. 2. 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SCP-6060 | euclid | Right where I left it. Right as I remember it. Let's see what old sins lie in wait. It's definitely as quiet as I remember. For as lively as the days were here, night never failed to be deadly silent. Whoosh It's definitely darker than I remember. Main generator must've busted a long time ago. Maybe the backup still works. Should be right around… here. Bump, fwick Brrrrrrrrrrrzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Let there be light! Oh my, is that… it is! Crunch Crunch The "Unauthorized Visitors" sign Callie found amongst the rubble. Still there. I don't remember there being quite so much plant life. Creak Tap Tap Tap… Oh. Hey, old friend. … Why not? Let's see what memories lie behind the door. Creak Did I really leave this place this messy? Maybe there were squatters that came and went. Rustle My keycard. Not like it's good for anything. Tap Tap I wonder what the others were doing before the evacuation. Creak I really wonder what went through their heads sometimes. Bang! Oops. Well, it's already broken. … Hey that's my old terminal. I wonder if I can still login… Click-clack Hmmmmmmm… Beep! Still remember it. Terminal #006 ------ Welcome, Miss Prescott ------ Personnel File: Name: Miss Susan "Suzie" C. Prescott Security Clearance: Level 3 History: Researcher Prescott spent many years in the service of the Foundation under the Prometheus Project, and following her notable progress and commendable research skills was brought on board as a researcher in the aftermath of the 6060-GH event. Notable Assignments: SCP-6060 Prometheus Project SCP-5825 EE-6210-C Current Assignment: SCP-6060 Suzie C. Prescott. There's a name I haven't heard in a while. Seems like forever ago. A whole different identity, a whole different life. A whole different person. What a waste of time. What even was that project? SCP-6060… Item Tag: SCP-6060 Preservation Importance: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ Containment Procedures: SCP-6060 is to remain contained at Site-40 by any means necessary. The well-being of SCP-6060 is maintained by Researcher Prescott. Once a week, a tissue sample shall be taken by Prescott for the purposes of Promethean Reconstruction. SCP-6060 is to be located and contained as soon as possible. Item Description: SCP-6060 is a bipedal organism of the female sex who answers to the name "Candela". SCP-6060's DNA is an exact match for that of Homo sapiens and appears to possess no anomalous traits. SCP-6060 was born many decades after the 6060-GH event (colloquially "The Calamity"). Oh. That's right. We weren't finished. Addendum 6060-A: SCP-6060 interview Interviewed: SCP-6060 Interviewer: Researcher Susan Prescott, Dr. Cleveland Ozwald Foreword: The following interview was conducted to learn what SCP-6060 knows about its origins and other relevant information. <Begin Log> Dr. Ozwald: SCP-6060. My name is Dr. Ozwald, and this is Researcher Prescott. Today we will be discussing your origins. SCP-6060: I told you when you took me that I don't know anything. I don't know why I'm here. I don't know why I'm alive. Researcher Prescott: Could you tell us how you went so long without being caught? Dr. Ozwald: Yes, I would assume that someone would have noticed that you never shifted. SCP-6060: That's not your business. Dr. Ozwald: You're at our mercy, SCP– [SCP-6060 pounds its fists against the glass divider, interrupting him.] SCP-6060: And that's not my name! It's Candela. I told you that. Researcher Prescott: I'm afraid per protocols we have to use your… designation. Looking back. I can practically feel the puppet strings of the former self I was forced to be in that moment. [SCP-6060 is visibly angry, but does not reply.] Dr. Ozwald: We've come to an understanding regarding your name. Now back to being caught, or how you weren't. SCP-6060: Have you considered some people just didn't care? So what if I'm human, I'm not hurting them. Researcher Prescott: It makes a good point. Dr. Ozwald: That it does, Suzie. SCP-6060: What? What did I say? Dr. Ozwald: We are done for the day. <End Log> Closing Statement: Plans to showcase SCP-6060's existence to the public are underway. I was so excited to work with another intelligent being. I thought we'd never find an anomaly of that type in this world. But alas, Candela. I don't really remember much of what she was like. Addendum 6060-B: SCP-6060 existence in the aftermath of the 6060-GH event SCP-6060's existence is notable primarily because it's generally accepted that baseline humans do not exist following the GH-Class "Dead Greenhouse" event known as "the calamity." The anomaly is evident in that SCP-6060 was born after 6060-GH occurred, making its birth an anomaly itself. The implications of SCP-6060's existence are currently unknown, but high-profile. The Foundation conducted a series of interviews to gauge the general populace's thoughts on the possibility of SCP-6060's existence before making their research known to the public. For the entirety of the interview conducted, see SCP-6060-AUI. Interviewed: Dominic Arania Interviewer: Researcher Susan Prescott Foreword: Mr. Arania is a large organism of the order Arachnid that claims to be from an alternate timeline where spiders are the dominant species. <Begin Log> Researcher Prescott: Thank you for your time, Mr. Arania. I'm just going to ask you a few questions if that's alright. Dominic Arania: Whatever. Just make it quick. Prescott: What do you know about The Calamity"? Arania: No more than anyone else. Wiped out all humans, nonhumans took over the earth. That was well before my time, it's not like I remember it. Prescott: Understood. Do you believe the calamity wiped out all humanity? Arania: You're asking if I believe in Civs? [He laughs.] No, I don't believe in civs. They're a myth meant to scare little spiders into being good. Prescott: How do you think you would react if you met someone you knew for certain was baseline human? Arania: Squish them. [He laughs again.] I don't know. Why the hypotheticals? Prescott: Just part of our research. Perhaps a better way to phrase would be how would you feel if you met a… civ? What do you think the implications of that would be? Arania: [He is silent for several moments.] I think I would be scared. Prescott: Scared? Why? Arania: Because it means they could come back. Interviewed: Mr. Samual Barros Interviewer: Dr. Cleveland Ozwald Others Present: Researcher Susan Prescott Foreword: Mr. Barros is a humanoid with attributes reminiscent of a Great White Shark (Carcharodon carcharias), including what appears to be a live miniature shark in placement of hair. Mr. Barros claims to be a "creature", a being who survived The Calamity by having anomalous attributes beforehand. <Begin Log> Dr. Ozwald: Thank you for agreeing to talk with me, Mr. Barros. I would like to ask you a couple of questions. Barros: You can just call me Sam, man. And no problem. Dr. Ozwald: What do you know about "The Calamity"? Barros: That I was alive before it. I was human. I could talk to sharks, and they didn't hurt me. Made surfing much less dangerous. Many of my memories are fuzzy. [chuckles] Seems those were enough to keep me alive, though. Maybe I was always part shark. Dr. Ozwald: [nods] As you seem to know, all humans were killed by The Calamity. But what if I told you not all humans were dead? Barros: [sits up] You mean civs? [chuckles] Civs are just a myth, man. [pause] Unless you mean you've seen one? Dr. Ozwald: This is a hypothetical situation. In this situation, what would you do if you got to meet one? Barros: [his smile fades] That… that has a lot of answers. [pause] I mean, I'd be happy that humans aren't dead. But, I'd be jealous, admittedly. Why do they get to be human, while I'm the one with the 50-pound shark on my head that miraculously hasn't snapped my neck? Researcher Prescott: Would you want people jealous of you, angry at you for something you can't control? Dr. Ozwald: Suzie, we made it clear you wouldn't be asking questions this interview. Researcher Prescott: Sorry, I just thought it was a relevant– Barros: No. Dr. Ozwald: [remeains silent for a moment] Thank you for your candor. That will be all for today. Addendum 6060-C: Testing the humanity of SCP-6060 In the time following the discovery and containment of SCP-6060, many tests were performed to verify that it possessed no anomalous qualities. These tests included: Testing of tissue sample Testing of blood sample Measuring vital signs Exposure to items and life deemed anomalous to humans These tests occurred weekly, along with the collection of tissue for Promethean Reconstruction per Researcher Prescott's needs. These logs have been expunged for irrelevancy. To request extended logs, see Dr. Ozwald. That's not right. I know I had those files somewhere… Come on, think. It wasn't that long ago. Where would I have kept them? My personnel file is the only thing that makes sense… Personnel File: Name: Miss Susan "Suzie" C. Prescott Security Clearance: Level 3 History: Researcher Prescott spent many years in the service of the Foundation under the Prometheus Project, and following her notable progress and commendable research skills was brought on board as a researcher in the aftermath of the 6060-GH event. Notable Assignments: SCP-6060 Prometheus Project SCP-5825 EE-6210-C Candela Audio Logs > Tissue Test > Blood Test > Vitals Test > Exposure to items and life deemed anomalous to humans > MANUALLY INPUT LOG 1 > MANUALLY INPUT LOG 2 Current Assignment: SCP-6060 Wait… I don't remember working on EE-6210-C. Sometimes I'm a genius. Let's check these out. The tissue one… that would've been real early on. Audio log: SCP-6060 Tissue test. SCPs Present: SCP-6060 Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: n/a Audio: [A door opens. There is silence for a few moments.] Researcher Prescott: Um. Hello, SCP– SCP-6060: Stop calling me that! That is not my name. Researcher Prescott: Understood. I… I won't call you that. SCP-6060: What are you doing here? Asking more stupid questions? Researcher Prescott: No, no. I'm… I'm afraid we have to run a few tests. SCP-6060: Tests? Researcher Prescott: On you. SCP-6060: I figured that much, I'm asking what kind of tests? Researcher Prescott: Nothing too drastic. We want to keep you safe. SCP-6060: That's rich. Researcher Prescott: …Today is just a tissue sample. Just a bit of skin. SCP-6060: Will it hurt? Researcher Prescott: A bit, but no more than say a scraped knee. SCP-6060: A scraped knee still hurts. Researcher Prescott: Yes. I suppose it does. [Several moments of silence pass as Researcher Prescott prepares to take the sample. SCP-6060 winces.] Researcher Prescott: Sorry. SCP-6060: It's not too bad it's just… yeah. Researcher Prescott: Mmhmm. [Several more moments pass before either speaks.] SCP-6060: You weren't with them. Researcher Prescott: Pardon? SCP-6060: You weren't with the others when they captured me. Every other person I've seen in this facility was with the group that kidnapped me. But not you. Researcher Prescott: They don't usually bring me out into the field. SCP-6060: Why not? Researcher Prescott: The sample collection is over. Go ahead and apply pressure for me here. [There are more sounds as Researcher Prescott begins to leave.] SCP-6060: …thanks. Researcher Prescott: For what? SCP-6060: I don't know… not being as terrible to me as the others. Researcher Prescott: That sounds like a low bar to meet. SCP-6060: Well, thanks for meeting it, doc. Researcher Prescott: I'm not a doctor. SCP-6060: Then what do I call you? Researcher Prescott: Um… Hm… The Foundation– the others call me Suzie. SCP-6060: Well, thank you for doing the bare minimum, Suzie. Oh, right. She appreciated humanity, no one else seemed to give it. I was just doing what seemed right. She was… human after all. I suppose that's why no one else acted how I did. Audio log: SCP-6060 Blood test. SCPs Present: SCP-6060 Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: n/a Audio: Researcher Prescott: Hello again… SCP-6060: …Just get it over with, "SPD 6060" or whatever. Researcher Prescott: I figured you wouldn't like that. SCP-6060: Then why not call me by my name? Researcher Prescott: I really don't think the Foundation will like that. SCP-6060: So whose wrath do you fear more then? Researcher Prescott: It's not about who I'll make angry. SCP-6060: Then what is it about? Researcher Prescott: [pause] I need to take some blood samples, along with another tissue sample. It… shouldn't take too long. SCP-6060: Baaaah. Researcher Prescott: [A few moments of silence pass.] Huh? SCP-6060: Baah, you know, like a sheep. I watched some movies with them. Researcher Prescott: Yes… why are you bringing that up? SCP-6060: Sheep follow the herd. You do what you are told without question. Researcher Prescott: Huh? I mean… What else am I supposed to do? SCP-6060: I can tell that you've got an individual spirit in you. Researcher Prescott: How– Wait, are you trying to lecture me? SCP-6060: Not necessarily. I know by the way you talk with me, you actually listen to my feelings. No one else here does that. Researcher Prescott: I guess that's true… I just, treat you how I'd want to be treated in this situation. SCP-6060: That's what I mean. No one else does that. Researcher Prescott: I… guess I didn't notice that. Would you like me to do the same arm for your tissue sample? SCP-6060: Doesn't really matter to me. [Pause] Why are you running so many tests on me? Researcher Prescott: To see if there's any variation from baseline humanity. SCP-6060: But why so many? Researcher Prescott: It's just what we do. SCP-6060: The Foundation? Researcher Prescott: We find anomalies. Secure, contain, and protect them. SCP-6060: Funny. I don't feel very secure or protected. Researcher Prescott: I believe that. Alright, we're done. Your arm will be a little sore for a bit, but you can remove the bandage in a few minutes. Let me know if you experience any unforeseen side effects or if pain persists longer than an hour. SCP-6060: …Thanks, Suzie. Researcher Prescott: Don't mention it. Please. Audio log: SCP-6060 Vitals test. SCPs Present: SCP-6060 Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: n/a Audio: SCP-6060: Hey. Researcher Prescott: Hello. SCP-6060: What is it today? Researcher Prescott: Vitals and another tissue sample. SCP-6060: That's… that's a lot of equipment. Researcher Prescott: Yeah. Honestly kind of overkill in my opinion. But I guess we'll start with the EKG, it's the most tedious to set up. Alright, I'm going to need to stick these on your body. I can never remember which goes to which though… SCP-6060: Um, I don't… No, I won't– Researcher Prescott: What? [Pause] No, hey, hey, it's not gonna hurt. Look I know it all looks scary but it's just like… putting stickers on your body. Just some pressure, and there's not even any residue when we're finished. Okay? SCP-6060: Okay… Researcher Prescott: Okay. Just gonna attach this one here… then this one here, this one– yep, you got it, and this one… I'm gonna let you do that one, right at your hip. Yep, perfect. Alright give me one second… SCP-6060: …Suzie, I–! Researcher Prescott: Breathe with me, in… and out… and in… and out… just think calming thoughts. SCP-6060: Like what? Researcher Prescott: Whatever you want. When I get anxious I imagine myself by a rushing river, the water clear but flowing, animals splashing in the water, birds chirping… SCP-6060: That… helps weirdly. Researcher Prescott: Good, good. And we're almost done with the EKG. We can move onto the tissue sample next, if that'll make you feel more comfortable. SCP-6060: Okay. …Why a river? Researcher Prescott: I'm… I don't know. [Pause] Okay, fine. So, one day, a long time ago, I got to leave the site, and I just started walking and I came across this river. I don't think I'd ever seen a river before. And I swear in that moment it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. SCP-6060: …So they don't let you leave either? Researcher Prescott: Um… no… I mean– yes! I mean– It's… it's complicated. SCP-6060: I just assumed you were one of them. Researcher Prescott: I am. SCP-6060: But you're not like the rest of them… but you're trying to seem like you are. Why? Researcher Prescott: …It's complicated. That's it for today. Let me know if there are any problems. SCP-6060: …Thanks. Researcher Prescott: You say that to me a lot. I'm not sure I've deserved it. SCP-6060: Regardless, I'm offering it. Thank you Suzie. Researcher Prescott: No problem… Candela. I feel like… I feel like there was a conversation after this. It has to be here… Audio log: SCP-6060 Exposure to Anomalies Test. SCPs Present: SCP-6060 Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: n/a Audio: Researcher Prescott: Hey there. SCP-6060: Hey Suzie. What else do you have to do? Researcher Prescott: Well, I've got this assortment of things considered normal that aren't considered normal to you. I have to see how you react to them. SCP-6060: [silence] Dr. Ozwald did this with me… A-and Dr. Kline… I don't wanna do it again. Researcher Prescott: Hey, we don't have to. Twice should be good enough. SCP-6060: [pause] Thanks… Researcher Prescott: You're welcome. SCP-6060: [pause] You know, in interviews with the others, I've noticed how they treat you. And things you describe, you seem isolated from them. They treat you like your lesser. Like… me. Researcher Prescott: I… [silence] SCP-6060: You know it's true. Researcher Prescott: I am. SCP-6060: What? No you're no– Researcher Prescott: Yes I am. Candela… [sigh]. It's about time I told you what a promethean is. SCP-6060: Promethean? Researcher Prescott: Have you seen any zombie movies made Pre-Calamity? SCP-6060: I have… wait… you mean… Researcher Prescott: [pause] Yes. I was brought back to life. By the Foundation. Prometheans are a bit different than zombies, though. We were brought back using science. And… we constantly fight decay. These… these tissue and blood samples. While the Foundation has been using them to ensure you're a full-blooded human, they've also been used to keep me alive. SCP-6060: [silence] You're so unique. You're like me, almost one of a kind. How come we're treated as something to be scared of? Why are they using such an amazing miracle of science to do the shit they don't want to? Were you expected to be a slave? If so, that backfired, and you need to let them know. [Twenty seconds of silence pass] SCP-6060: I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't– Researcher Prescott: You're right. But it's not that simple either. It turns out the procedure used to revive those like me wipes our memories. I don't remember anything about who I was before I was a Promethean. This place, horrible as it is, is the only place I've ever known, these people were the ones to teach me everything I know. I can't just… leave. SCP-6060: Yes, you can. Researcher Prescott: Where would I even go? What would I even do outside of the only place I've ever known? SCP-6060: …Start small. Go to the river. [Pause] Then, if you want, legend tells of a haven. Researcher Prescott: A haven? For whom? SCP-6060: Anybody who needs somewhere to go. A haven most difficult to find if those who seek it have ill intent. A haven where a human girl can have a normal childhood without anyone thinking anything of it, and a place where should she leave, she'd find herself in danger. A place she shouldn't have set foot outside. Researcher Prescott: Suppose this haven exists, and suppose I wanted to go there. How would I get there? SCP-6060: Follow your heart. You'll know when you're halfway there. MANUALLY INPUT LOG Audio log: Security log of SCP-6060 SCPs Present: n/a Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: Candela Audio: Researcher Prescott: Candela, Candela wake up. Candela: Suzie…? What time is it? Researcher Prescott: Candela, get up. We have to go. Candela: Go? Researcher Prescott: The others will be asleep for a while, but the security system will reset far too soon. We have to go. Candela: You mean…? Researcher Prescott: You're getting out of here. Candela: Oh my god. Oh my god, this is incredible, I– thank you, Suzie. I can't believe it, we're getting out of here, you'll get away from the Foundation, I'll get to show you my home–! Researcher Prescott: No, Candela. You're getting out. I have to stay behind. Candela: …What? But, why? Researcher Prescott: We don't have time for this. Candela: But without my tissue… you'll die. Researcher Prescott: I'll be fine. Candela: Bullshit. Researcher Prescott: I got by for many years without you. I've been saving up samples, I'll be fine for a bit. Candela: But the Foundation will suspect you. Researcher Prescott: They'll suspect me if I leave, too. And if I go with you they might find you again. They'd never stop searching. Please, Candela, you have a chance to leave this place, and I have a chance to make sure they never hurt anyone again. Candela: That shouldn't be your responsibility. Researcher Prescott: I know. But I'm the only one who can do it. Candela: …Thank you Suzie. I'll… never forget what you've done for me. Researcher Prescott: Go. I… I guess it's good to get a reminder of what happened. MANUALLY INPUT LOG Audio log: The Fallout SCPs Present: n/a Personnel Present: Dr. Ozwald, Dr. Kline, Researcher Youl Others Present: Suzie Prescott Audio: Dr. Ozwald: It’s come to my attention that SCP-6060 has escaped. I hate to point fingers, but the sign— Researcher Prescott: It was me. No need to drag it out. Dr. Kline: I knew we shouldn't have trusted a promethean with 6060. Dr. Ozwald: Hey, Suzie’s part of the Foundation just like us. Researcher Prescott: Am I? Dr. Ozwald: What is that supposed to mean? Of— Researcher Prescott: The more time I spent with Candela, I came to realize something. Dr. Kline: Candela? You’re using its name now? Researcher Prescott: Then just call me SCP-6060-1. Because we’re not that different. Candela… she’s like me, an outcast within a world built against that idea. Dr. Ozwald: You’re not an outcast. Researcher Prescott: You don’t treat me normally. It’s like— I’m technically still human! I… I’d ask why I have more rights than Candela, but I don’t. I’m not even allowed to leave. I’m just another anomaly you have control over. Researcher. Youl: But you’re one of our friends! D-don’t say that stuff! [pause] What’s gotten into you? Researcher Prescott: It’s not what’s gotten into me. It’s what I’ve been holding in. I never commented on this unfairness because I owed you my life. I figured the Foundation knew what was best for me. But Candela… I learned so much talking to her. All I had to do was talk to her like she was worthy of my attention, because she was. Not some object to be locked up. Researcher Youl: Suzie— Researcher Prescott: What are we even doing? We’ve found like two or three things that are anomalous now, and just perform stupid tests that teach us nothing. Just face it, there’s no need for the Foundation anymore. Dr. Kline: That’s ridiculous! We have learned things! And we can con— Dr. Ozwald: Suzie’s right. Researcher Youl: What? Dr. Ozwald: Why do you even care about the Foundation, Bella? You weren’t alive. Dr. Kline: Why can’t I care about the restoration of civility just because I wasn’t alive then? Researcher Prescott: Do you feel guilty for being alive? Dr. Kline: What? What kind of question is that— Researcher Youl: You did start acting more hostile when we found 6060. Dr. Ozwald: So did you, Jean. Researcher Youl: I’m not letting you drag this out. Fine, I’m jealous of 6060. Aren’t we all? She got to keep her humanity while we’re all stuck like this for some dumbass reason. Dr. Ozwald: I haven’t even talked to the rest of the team. But, it looks like we’re just operating on longing of what we want. That’s no way to respect this organization. Dr. Kline: Cleavlend… Researcher Prescott: We never needed to secure Candela. All it did was break apart the stability we were pretending to have. It’s sad that it took this long to realize. Researcher Youl: What… what do we do now? Dr. Ozwald: Stop pretending. [end log] It's hard to revisit these memories… but it's good that I have. Remember how things ended. Crunch crunch She's here. Clack clack… clack …Hello. I was surprised to hear from you. I was even more surprised to hear where you wanted to meet. There were some old ghosts I needed to confront here. Knowing I would see you again gave me the courage to do so, and reminded me why I had too. …It's good to see you, Candela. It's good to see you, too. Though I must admit, I half-feared this was a trap. I can see how you thought that. But no. The Foundation is long gone. I know. I heard rumors, but could never be sure. That's why I had to come. To see it for myself. …It's odd. Seeing it in such a state of disrepair. I mean, it wasn't even that long ago. Nature moves quickly. Things change quickly. Change is nature? Well, change is human. And it seems human nature is not yet eradicated. You're proof of that. You are proof of that, Suzie. Speaking of change… Hm? Much has changed. I have changed. I'm no longer the person you once knew. Then who are you? I'm not the woman the Foundation thought they brought back. I'm not a woman at all. I'm something else, entirely new, undefined. Exciting. And I'm certainly not Researcher Susan C. Prescott. What should I call you then? River. My name is river. River… I like it. It's very… It's very human. …Thanks. It just… felt right. So… with the Foundation gone, what are you doing? It sounded like you didn't really have a place to– You're very kind, Candela. But I can't. You haven't even heard what I'm going to say. Then am I mistaken? …You would love Haphway. It's such a lovely place to live, such a supportive community. You would never need to scavenge for tissue again. And you would never feel safe again. Not truly. Tell me I'm wrong. I care for you too much to put you through that, my friend. Not for the safety of a promethean, of all things. Incredible. You still don't see it. See what? How much you've done for me. How much you've taught me about living, and caring. How incredibly human you are. It really is good to see you again, my friend. Are you busy after this? Haven't been busy since the death of the Foundation. You could come with me. Meet my friends. Candela, I already told you– Not to Haphway. Just a little ways. Just down to the river. I'd like to see the place that made you… you. …I'd like to show it to you. Come on then. Let's go. Leave this place, and let nature run its course. UnHuman Hub |
SCP-6060 | uncontained | Right where I left it. Right as I remember it. Let's see what old sins lie in wait. It's definitely as quiet as I remember. For as lively as the days were here, night never failed to be deadly silent. Whoosh It's definitely darker than I remember. Main generator must've busted a long time ago. Maybe the backup still works. Should be right around… here. Bump, fwick Brrrrrrrrrrrzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Let there be light! Oh my, is that… it is! Crunch Crunch The "Unauthorized Visitors" sign Callie found amongst the rubble. Still there. I don't remember there being quite so much plant life. Creak Tap Tap Tap… Oh. Hey, old friend. … Why not? Let's see what memories lie behind the door. Creak Did I really leave this place this messy? Maybe there were squatters that came and went. Rustle My keycard. Not like it's good for anything. Tap Tap I wonder what the others were doing before the evacuation. Creak I really wonder what went through their heads sometimes. Bang! Oops. Well, it's already broken. … Hey that's my old terminal. I wonder if I can still login… Click-clack Hmmmmmmm… Beep! Still remember it. Terminal #006 ------ Welcome, Miss Prescott ------ Personnel File: Name: Miss Susan "Suzie" C. Prescott Security Clearance: Level 3 History: Researcher Prescott spent many years in the service of the Foundation under the Prometheus Project, and following her notable progress and commendable research skills was brought on board as a researcher in the aftermath of the 6060-GH event. Notable Assignments: SCP-6060 Prometheus Project SCP-5825 EE-6210-C Current Assignment: SCP-6060 Suzie C. Prescott. There's a name I haven't heard in a while. Seems like forever ago. A whole different identity, a whole different life. A whole different person. What a waste of time. What even was that project? SCP-6060… Item Tag: SCP-6060 Preservation Importance: ⬤⬤⬤⬤⬤ Containment Procedures: SCP-6060 is to remain contained at Site-40 by any means necessary. The well-being of SCP-6060 is maintained by Researcher Prescott. Once a week, a tissue sample shall be taken by Prescott for the purposes of Promethean Reconstruction. SCP-6060 is to be located and contained as soon as possible. Item Description: SCP-6060 is a bipedal organism of the female sex who answers to the name "Candela". SCP-6060's DNA is an exact match for that of Homo sapiens and appears to possess no anomalous traits. SCP-6060 was born many decades after the 6060-GH event (colloquially "The Calamity"). Oh. That's right. We weren't finished. Addendum 6060-A: SCP-6060 interview Interviewed: SCP-6060 Interviewer: Researcher Susan Prescott, Dr. Cleveland Ozwald Foreword: The following interview was conducted to learn what SCP-6060 knows about its origins and other relevant information. <Begin Log> Dr. Ozwald: SCP-6060. My name is Dr. Ozwald, and this is Researcher Prescott. Today we will be discussing your origins. SCP-6060: I told you when you took me that I don't know anything. I don't know why I'm here. I don't know why I'm alive. Researcher Prescott: Could you tell us how you went so long without being caught? Dr. Ozwald: Yes, I would assume that someone would have noticed that you never shifted. SCP-6060: That's not your business. Dr. Ozwald: You're at our mercy, SCP– [SCP-6060 pounds its fists against the glass divider, interrupting him.] SCP-6060: And that's not my name! It's Candela. I told you that. Researcher Prescott: I'm afraid per protocols we have to use your… designation. Looking back. I can practically feel the puppet strings of the former self I was forced to be in that moment. [SCP-6060 is visibly angry, but does not reply.] Dr. Ozwald: We've come to an understanding regarding your name. Now back to being caught, or how you weren't. SCP-6060: Have you considered some people just didn't care? So what if I'm human, I'm not hurting them. Researcher Prescott: It makes a good point. Dr. Ozwald: That it does, Suzie. SCP-6060: What? What did I say? Dr. Ozwald: We are done for the day. <End Log> Closing Statement: Plans to showcase SCP-6060's existence to the public are underway. I was so excited to work with another intelligent being. I thought we'd never find an anomaly of that type in this world. But alas, Candela. I don't really remember much of what she was like. Addendum 6060-B: SCP-6060 existence in the aftermath of the 6060-GH event SCP-6060's existence is notable primarily because it's generally accepted that baseline humans do not exist following the GH-Class "Dead Greenhouse" event known as "the calamity." The anomaly is evident in that SCP-6060 was born after 6060-GH occurred, making its birth an anomaly itself. The implications of SCP-6060's existence are currently unknown, but high-profile. The Foundation conducted a series of interviews to gauge the general populace's thoughts on the possibility of SCP-6060's existence before making their research known to the public. For the entirety of the interview conducted, see SCP-6060-AUI. Interviewed: Dominic Arania Interviewer: Researcher Susan Prescott Foreword: Mr. Arania is a large organism of the order Arachnid that claims to be from an alternate timeline where spiders are the dominant species. <Begin Log> Researcher Prescott: Thank you for your time, Mr. Arania. I'm just going to ask you a few questions if that's alright. Dominic Arania: Whatever. Just make it quick. Prescott: What do you know about The Calamity"? Arania: No more than anyone else. Wiped out all humans, nonhumans took over the earth. That was well before my time, it's not like I remember it. Prescott: Understood. Do you believe the calamity wiped out all humanity? Arania: You're asking if I believe in Civs? [He laughs.] No, I don't believe in civs. They're a myth meant to scare little spiders into being good. Prescott: How do you think you would react if you met someone you knew for certain was baseline human? Arania: Squish them. [He laughs again.] I don't know. Why the hypotheticals? Prescott: Just part of our research. Perhaps a better way to phrase would be how would you feel if you met a… civ? What do you think the implications of that would be? Arania: [He is silent for several moments.] I think I would be scared. Prescott: Scared? Why? Arania: Because it means they could come back. Interviewed: Mr. Samual Barros Interviewer: Dr. Cleveland Ozwald Others Present: Researcher Susan Prescott Foreword: Mr. Barros is a humanoid with attributes reminiscent of a Great White Shark (Carcharodon carcharias), including what appears to be a live miniature shark in placement of hair. Mr. Barros claims to be a "creature", a being who survived The Calamity by having anomalous attributes beforehand. <Begin Log> Dr. Ozwald: Thank you for agreeing to talk with me, Mr. Barros. I would like to ask you a couple of questions. Barros: You can just call me Sam, man. And no problem. Dr. Ozwald: What do you know about "The Calamity"? Barros: That I was alive before it. I was human. I could talk to sharks, and they didn't hurt me. Made surfing much less dangerous. Many of my memories are fuzzy. [chuckles] Seems those were enough to keep me alive, though. Maybe I was always part shark. Dr. Ozwald: [nods] As you seem to know, all humans were killed by The Calamity. But what if I told you not all humans were dead? Barros: [sits up] You mean civs? [chuckles] Civs are just a myth, man. [pause] Unless you mean you've seen one? Dr. Ozwald: This is a hypothetical situation. In this situation, what would you do if you got to meet one? Barros: [his smile fades] That… that has a lot of answers. [pause] I mean, I'd be happy that humans aren't dead. But, I'd be jealous, admittedly. Why do they get to be human, while I'm the one with the 50-pound shark on my head that miraculously hasn't snapped my neck? Researcher Prescott: Would you want people jealous of you, angry at you for something you can't control? Dr. Ozwald: Suzie, we made it clear you wouldn't be asking questions this interview. Researcher Prescott: Sorry, I just thought it was a relevant– Barros: No. Dr. Ozwald: [remeains silent for a moment] Thank you for your candor. That will be all for today. Addendum 6060-C: Testing the humanity of SCP-6060 In the time following the discovery and containment of SCP-6060, many tests were performed to verify that it possessed no anomalous qualities. These tests included: Testing of tissue sample Testing of blood sample Measuring vital signs Exposure to items and life deemed anomalous to humans These tests occurred weekly, along with the collection of tissue for Promethean Reconstruction per Researcher Prescott's needs. These logs have been expunged for irrelevancy. To request extended logs, see Dr. Ozwald. That's not right. I know I had those files somewhere… Come on, think. It wasn't that long ago. Where would I have kept them? My personnel file is the only thing that makes sense… Personnel File: Name: Miss Susan "Suzie" C. Prescott Security Clearance: Level 3 History: Researcher Prescott spent many years in the service of the Foundation under the Prometheus Project, and following her notable progress and commendable research skills was brought on board as a researcher in the aftermath of the 6060-GH event. Notable Assignments: SCP-6060 Prometheus Project SCP-5825 EE-6210-C Candela Audio Logs > Tissue Test > Blood Test > Vitals Test > Exposure to items and life deemed anomalous to humans > MANUALLY INPUT LOG 1 > MANUALLY INPUT LOG 2 Current Assignment: SCP-6060 Wait… I don't remember working on EE-6210-C. Sometimes I'm a genius. Let's check these out. The tissue one… that would've been real early on. Audio log: SCP-6060 Tissue test. SCPs Present: SCP-6060 Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: n/a Audio: [A door opens. There is silence for a few moments.] Researcher Prescott: Um. Hello, SCP– SCP-6060: Stop calling me that! That is not my name. Researcher Prescott: Understood. I… I won't call you that. SCP-6060: What are you doing here? Asking more stupid questions? Researcher Prescott: No, no. I'm… I'm afraid we have to run a few tests. SCP-6060: Tests? Researcher Prescott: On you. SCP-6060: I figured that much, I'm asking what kind of tests? Researcher Prescott: Nothing too drastic. We want to keep you safe. SCP-6060: That's rich. Researcher Prescott: …Today is just a tissue sample. Just a bit of skin. SCP-6060: Will it hurt? Researcher Prescott: A bit, but no more than say a scraped knee. SCP-6060: A scraped knee still hurts. Researcher Prescott: Yes. I suppose it does. [Several moments of silence pass as Researcher Prescott prepares to take the sample. SCP-6060 winces.] Researcher Prescott: Sorry. SCP-6060: It's not too bad it's just… yeah. Researcher Prescott: Mmhmm. [Several more moments pass before either speaks.] SCP-6060: You weren't with them. Researcher Prescott: Pardon? SCP-6060: You weren't with the others when they captured me. Every other person I've seen in this facility was with the group that kidnapped me. But not you. Researcher Prescott: They don't usually bring me out into the field. SCP-6060: Why not? Researcher Prescott: The sample collection is over. Go ahead and apply pressure for me here. [There are more sounds as Researcher Prescott begins to leave.] SCP-6060: …thanks. Researcher Prescott: For what? SCP-6060: I don't know… not being as terrible to me as the others. Researcher Prescott: That sounds like a low bar to meet. SCP-6060: Well, thanks for meeting it, doc. Researcher Prescott: I'm not a doctor. SCP-6060: Then what do I call you? Researcher Prescott: Um… Hm… The Foundation– the others call me Suzie. SCP-6060: Well, thank you for doing the bare minimum, Suzie. Oh, right. She appreciated humanity, no one else seemed to give it. I was just doing what seemed right. She was… human after all. I suppose that's why no one else acted how I did. Audio log: SCP-6060 Blood test. SCPs Present: SCP-6060 Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: n/a Audio: Researcher Prescott: Hello again… SCP-6060: …Just get it over with, "SPD 6060" or whatever. Researcher Prescott: I figured you wouldn't like that. SCP-6060: Then why not call me by my name? Researcher Prescott: I really don't think the Foundation will like that. SCP-6060: So whose wrath do you fear more then? Researcher Prescott: It's not about who I'll make angry. SCP-6060: Then what is it about? Researcher Prescott: [pause] I need to take some blood samples, along with another tissue sample. It… shouldn't take too long. SCP-6060: Baaaah. Researcher Prescott: [A few moments of silence pass.] Huh? SCP-6060: Baah, you know, like a sheep. I watched some movies with them. Researcher Prescott: Yes… why are you bringing that up? SCP-6060: Sheep follow the herd. You do what you are told without question. Researcher Prescott: Huh? I mean… What else am I supposed to do? SCP-6060: I can tell that you've got an individual spirit in you. Researcher Prescott: How– Wait, are you trying to lecture me? SCP-6060: Not necessarily. I know by the way you talk with me, you actually listen to my feelings. No one else here does that. Researcher Prescott: I guess that's true… I just, treat you how I'd want to be treated in this situation. SCP-6060: That's what I mean. No one else does that. Researcher Prescott: I… guess I didn't notice that. Would you like me to do the same arm for your tissue sample? SCP-6060: Doesn't really matter to me. [Pause] Why are you running so many tests on me? Researcher Prescott: To see if there's any variation from baseline humanity. SCP-6060: But why so many? Researcher Prescott: It's just what we do. SCP-6060: The Foundation? Researcher Prescott: We find anomalies. Secure, contain, and protect them. SCP-6060: Funny. I don't feel very secure or protected. Researcher Prescott: I believe that. Alright, we're done. Your arm will be a little sore for a bit, but you can remove the bandage in a few minutes. Let me know if you experience any unforeseen side effects or if pain persists longer than an hour. SCP-6060: …Thanks, Suzie. Researcher Prescott: Don't mention it. Please. Audio log: SCP-6060 Vitals test. SCPs Present: SCP-6060 Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: n/a Audio: SCP-6060: Hey. Researcher Prescott: Hello. SCP-6060: What is it today? Researcher Prescott: Vitals and another tissue sample. SCP-6060: That's… that's a lot of equipment. Researcher Prescott: Yeah. Honestly kind of overkill in my opinion. But I guess we'll start with the EKG, it's the most tedious to set up. Alright, I'm going to need to stick these on your body. I can never remember which goes to which though… SCP-6060: Um, I don't… No, I won't– Researcher Prescott: What? [Pause] No, hey, hey, it's not gonna hurt. Look I know it all looks scary but it's just like… putting stickers on your body. Just some pressure, and there's not even any residue when we're finished. Okay? SCP-6060: Okay… Researcher Prescott: Okay. Just gonna attach this one here… then this one here, this one– yep, you got it, and this one… I'm gonna let you do that one, right at your hip. Yep, perfect. Alright give me one second… SCP-6060: …Suzie, I–! Researcher Prescott: Breathe with me, in… and out… and in… and out… just think calming thoughts. SCP-6060: Like what? Researcher Prescott: Whatever you want. When I get anxious I imagine myself by a rushing river, the water clear but flowing, animals splashing in the water, birds chirping… SCP-6060: That… helps weirdly. Researcher Prescott: Good, good. And we're almost done with the EKG. We can move onto the tissue sample next, if that'll make you feel more comfortable. SCP-6060: Okay. …Why a river? Researcher Prescott: I'm… I don't know. [Pause] Okay, fine. So, one day, a long time ago, I got to leave the site, and I just started walking and I came across this river. I don't think I'd ever seen a river before. And I swear in that moment it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. SCP-6060: …So they don't let you leave either? Researcher Prescott: Um… no… I mean– yes! I mean– It's… it's complicated. SCP-6060: I just assumed you were one of them. Researcher Prescott: I am. SCP-6060: But you're not like the rest of them… but you're trying to seem like you are. Why? Researcher Prescott: …It's complicated. That's it for today. Let me know if there are any problems. SCP-6060: …Thanks. Researcher Prescott: You say that to me a lot. I'm not sure I've deserved it. SCP-6060: Regardless, I'm offering it. Thank you Suzie. Researcher Prescott: No problem… Candela. I feel like… I feel like there was a conversation after this. It has to be here… Audio log: SCP-6060 Exposure to Anomalies Test. SCPs Present: SCP-6060 Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: n/a Audio: Researcher Prescott: Hey there. SCP-6060: Hey Suzie. What else do you have to do? Researcher Prescott: Well, I've got this assortment of things considered normal that aren't considered normal to you. I have to see how you react to them. SCP-6060: [silence] Dr. Ozwald did this with me… A-and Dr. Kline… I don't wanna do it again. Researcher Prescott: Hey, we don't have to. Twice should be good enough. SCP-6060: [pause] Thanks… Researcher Prescott: You're welcome. SCP-6060: [pause] You know, in interviews with the others, I've noticed how they treat you. And things you describe, you seem isolated from them. They treat you like your lesser. Like… me. Researcher Prescott: I… [silence] SCP-6060: You know it's true. Researcher Prescott: I am. SCP-6060: What? No you're no– Researcher Prescott: Yes I am. Candela… [sigh]. It's about time I told you what a promethean is. SCP-6060: Promethean? Researcher Prescott: Have you seen any zombie movies made Pre-Calamity? SCP-6060: I have… wait… you mean… Researcher Prescott: [pause] Yes. I was brought back to life. By the Foundation. Prometheans are a bit different than zombies, though. We were brought back using science. And… we constantly fight decay. These… these tissue and blood samples. While the Foundation has been using them to ensure you're a full-blooded human, they've also been used to keep me alive. SCP-6060: [silence] You're so unique. You're like me, almost one of a kind. How come we're treated as something to be scared of? Why are they using such an amazing miracle of science to do the shit they don't want to? Were you expected to be a slave? If so, that backfired, and you need to let them know. [Twenty seconds of silence pass] SCP-6060: I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't– Researcher Prescott: You're right. But it's not that simple either. It turns out the procedure used to revive those like me wipes our memories. I don't remember anything about who I was before I was a Promethean. This place, horrible as it is, is the only place I've ever known, these people were the ones to teach me everything I know. I can't just… leave. SCP-6060: Yes, you can. Researcher Prescott: Where would I even go? What would I even do outside of the only place I've ever known? SCP-6060: …Start small. Go to the river. [Pause] Then, if you want, legend tells of a haven. Researcher Prescott: A haven? For whom? SCP-6060: Anybody who needs somewhere to go. A haven most difficult to find if those who seek it have ill intent. A haven where a human girl can have a normal childhood without anyone thinking anything of it, and a place where should she leave, she'd find herself in danger. A place she shouldn't have set foot outside. Researcher Prescott: Suppose this haven exists, and suppose I wanted to go there. How would I get there? SCP-6060: Follow your heart. You'll know when you're halfway there. MANUALLY INPUT LOG Audio log: Security log of SCP-6060 SCPs Present: n/a Personnel Present: Researcher Prescott Others Present: Candela Audio: Researcher Prescott: Candela, Candela wake up. Candela: Suzie…? What time is it? Researcher Prescott: Candela, get up. We have to go. Candela: Go? Researcher Prescott: The others will be asleep for a while, but the security system will reset far too soon. We have to go. Candela: You mean…? Researcher Prescott: You're getting out of here. Candela: Oh my god. Oh my god, this is incredible, I– thank you, Suzie. I can't believe it, we're getting out of here, you'll get away from the Foundation, I'll get to show you my home–! Researcher Prescott: No, Candela. You're getting out. I have to stay behind. Candela: …What? But, why? Researcher Prescott: We don't have time for this. Candela: But without my tissue… you'll die. Researcher Prescott: I'll be fine. Candela: Bullshit. Researcher Prescott: I got by for many years without you. I've been saving up samples, I'll be fine for a bit. Candela: But the Foundation will suspect you. Researcher Prescott: They'll suspect me if I leave, too. And if I go with you they might find you again. They'd never stop searching. Please, Candela, you have a chance to leave this place, and I have a chance to make sure they never hurt anyone again. Candela: That shouldn't be your responsibility. Researcher Prescott: I know. But I'm the only one who can do it. Candela: …Thank you Suzie. I'll… never forget what you've done for me. Researcher Prescott: Go. I… I guess it's good to get a reminder of what happened. MANUALLY INPUT LOG Audio log: The Fallout SCPs Present: n/a Personnel Present: Dr. Ozwald, Dr. Kline, Researcher Youl Others Present: Suzie Prescott Audio: Dr. Ozwald: It’s come to my attention that SCP-6060 has escaped. I hate to point fingers, but the sign— Researcher Prescott: It was me. No need to drag it out. Dr. Kline: I knew we shouldn't have trusted a promethean with 6060. Dr. Ozwald: Hey, Suzie’s part of the Foundation just like us. Researcher Prescott: Am I? Dr. Ozwald: What is that supposed to mean? Of— Researcher Prescott: The more time I spent with Candela, I came to realize something. Dr. Kline: Candela? You’re using its name now? Researcher Prescott: Then just call me SCP-6060-1. Because we’re not that different. Candela… she’s like me, an outcast within a world built against that idea. Dr. Ozwald: You’re not an outcast. Researcher Prescott: You don’t treat me normally. It’s like— I’m technically still human! I… I’d ask why I have more rights than Candela, but I don’t. I’m not even allowed to leave. I’m just another anomaly you have control over. Researcher. Youl: But you’re one of our friends! D-don’t say that stuff! [pause] What’s gotten into you? Researcher Prescott: It’s not what’s gotten into me. It’s what I’ve been holding in. I never commented on this unfairness because I owed you my life. I figured the Foundation knew what was best for me. But Candela… I learned so much talking to her. All I had to do was talk to her like she was worthy of my attention, because she was. Not some object to be locked up. Researcher Youl: Suzie— Researcher Prescott: What are we even doing? We’ve found like two or three things that are anomalous now, and just perform stupid tests that teach us nothing. Just face it, there’s no need for the Foundation anymore. Dr. Kline: That’s ridiculous! We have learned things! And we can con— Dr. Ozwald: Suzie’s right. Researcher Youl: What? Dr. Ozwald: Why do you even care about the Foundation, Bella? You weren’t alive. Dr. Kline: Why can’t I care about the restoration of civility just because I wasn’t alive then? Researcher Prescott: Do you feel guilty for being alive? Dr. Kline: What? What kind of question is that— Researcher Youl: You did start acting more hostile when we found 6060. Dr. Ozwald: So did you, Jean. Researcher Youl: I’m not letting you drag this out. Fine, I’m jealous of 6060. Aren’t we all? She got to keep her humanity while we’re all stuck like this for some dumbass reason. Dr. Ozwald: I haven’t even talked to the rest of the team. But, it looks like we’re just operating on longing of what we want. That’s no way to respect this organization. Dr. Kline: Cleavlend… Researcher Prescott: We never needed to secure Candela. All it did was break apart the stability we were pretending to have. It’s sad that it took this long to realize. Researcher Youl: What… what do we do now? Dr. Ozwald: Stop pretending. [end log] It's hard to revisit these memories… but it's good that I have. Remember how things ended. Crunch crunch She's here. Clack clack… clack …Hello. I was surprised to hear from you. I was even more surprised to hear where you wanted to meet. There were some old ghosts I needed to confront here. Knowing I would see you again gave me the courage to do so, and reminded me why I had too. …It's good to see you, Candela. It's good to see you, too. Though I must admit, I half-feared this was a trap. I can see how you thought that. But no. The Foundation is long gone. I know. I heard rumors, but could never be sure. That's why I had to come. To see it for myself. …It's odd. Seeing it in such a state of disrepair. I mean, it wasn't even that long ago. Nature moves quickly. Things change quickly. Change is nature? Well, change is human. And it seems human nature is not yet eradicated. You're proof of that. You are proof of that, Suzie. Speaking of change… Hm? Much has changed. I have changed. I'm no longer the person you once knew. Then who are you? I'm not the woman the Foundation thought they brought back. I'm not a woman at all. I'm something else, entirely new, undefined. Exciting. And I'm certainly not Researcher Susan C. Prescott. What should I call you then? River. My name is river. River… I like it. It's very… It's very human. …Thanks. It just… felt right. So… with the Foundation gone, what are you doing? It sounded like you didn't really have a place to– You're very kind, Candela. But I can't. You haven't even heard what I'm going to say. Then am I mistaken? …You would love Haphway. It's such a lovely place to live, such a supportive community. You would never need to scavenge for tissue again. And you would never feel safe again. Not truly. Tell me I'm wrong. I care for you too much to put you through that, my friend. Not for the safety of a promethean, of all things. Incredible. You still don't see it. See what? How much you've done for me. How much you've taught me about living, and caring. How incredibly human you are. It really is good to see you again, my friend. Are you busy after this? Haven't been busy since the death of the Foundation. You could come with me. Meet my friends. Candela, I already told you– Not to Haphway. Just a little ways. Just down to the river. I'd like to see the place that made you… you. …I'd like to show it to you. Come on then. Let's go. Leave this place, and let nature run its course. UnHuman Hub |
SCP-6061 | esoteric-class | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes murder, extrajudicial killings, references to mutilation, and heavy allusions to gun violence. ⚠️ content warning Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 6061 Level2 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo A photograph taken from a crime scene following an SCP-6061-C event. Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6061’s uncontained nature, Foundation operatives must monitor for murders aligning with SCP-6061's regular pattern; should a particular murder case be determined to be an SCP-6061-C event, standard disinformation protocol is to be followed. Instances of SCP-6061-B are to be collected immediately. All deaths of SCP-6061-A are to be attributed to the increasing rates of gun violence in the regions where the event took place. Any survivors or witnesses to an SCP-6061-C event are to be questioned as soon as possible. Description: SCP-6061 is a phenomenon conducted by an unknown and anomalous entity (hereafter designated as SCP-6061-1) currently affecting an unknown number of people across the globe and capable of beginning SCP-6061-C events. During these events, victims (hereafter known as SCP-6061-A) are reportedly1 compelled to kneel on the ground in front of them before immediately suffering a fatal gunshot wound to the back of the head from SCP-6061-1. Following the death of the victim, a paper (hereafter known as SCP-6061-B) containing the victim’s name followed by the word “GUILTY”2 spontaneously manifests beside the victim’s body. Soon after, SCP-6061-1 reportedly disappears. According to the information the Foundation has procured from eyewitness testimonies, SCP-6061-1 has been reported to always be invisible to all means of detection. Furthermore, during times when SCP-6061-C events are witnessed or captured on camera, the scene is almost immediately changed following the presumed appearance of SCP-6061-1. Due to this, the Foundation currently suspects that SCP-6061-C is capable of inducing temporal anomalies. The reasons as to why SCP-6061-1 conducts SCP-6061-C events are unknown, but a common link has surfaced between SCP-6061-A instances indicating that a background related to art may increase the odds of being a victim. As of the time of writing, all occurrences of SCP-6061-C events have resulted in the deaths of at least one hundred and five separate individuals across thirty countries. Further investigation is being conducted. All witnesses to SCP-6061-C events have been questioned and subsequently amnesticized by the Foundation. Addendum 6061.1: Below are the current listed victims of SCP-6061. SCP-6061-A-1 Name: Gina Louise Darnley Occupation: Graffiti Artist Country: The United Kingdom Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: One count of accidental manslaughter. Three counts of vandalism to do with graffiti on public works. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Ms. G. L. Darnley – GUILTY” SCP-6061-A-53 Name: Mitsuko Chigusa Occupation: Mural Painter Country: Japan Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Several gunshot wounds to the torso. One gunshot wound to the neck. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: None. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Ms. C. Mitsuko – GUILTY” Additional Note: Due to East Asian naming conventions where one’s given name is placed after one’s surname, the inscription has been found to be incorrect. SCP-6061-A-78 Name: Annika Abara Occupation: Professional Calligrapher. Country: South Africa Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: One count of driving under the influence. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Mrs. A. Abara – GUILTY” SCP-6061-A-105 Name: Manuel Rivera Occupation: College student studying Multimedia Arts Country: Mexico Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Grievous blunt force trauma to the torso. Expired sixteen minutes after arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: Three counts of larceny. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Mr. M. Rivera – GUILTY” Update 6061 - 10/3/2018: Seventeen days after the last occurrence of an SCP-6061-C event, another event has occurred in the United Kingdom. A survivor named Edmund Langley (hereby designated SCP-6061-A-109) was found at the scene. Pursuant to the anomaly’s secure containment procedures, the transcript of the resulting interrogation has been displayed below. Interviewed: SCP-6061-A-109, Edmund Langley Interviewer: Dr. Xavier Fern Foreword: SCP-6061-A-109 was found covered in blood at his residence, which was host to a crime scene where three murders had taken place. Foundation operatives procured SCP-6061-A-109 three hours after he was taken into the custody of British police. The subject had experienced no bodily injuries upon transference into Foundation custody. <Begin Log> [Dr. Fern enters. SCP-6061-A-109 recoils at the sound of the door opening. He is seen visibly shivering.] Dr. Fern: Good evening, Mr. Langley. [SCP-6061-A-109 remains silent. His shivering continues. His eyes are wide.] Dr. Fern: Mr. Langley? [SCP-6061-A-109 looks up at Dr. Fern. He is panting.] Dr. Fern: My name is Doctor Fern. I will be interviewing you today regarding your experience. SCP-6061-A-109: My… experience? Dr. Fern: Yes. Shall we start? [SCP-6061-A-109 shivers more visibly. He replies in a quiet manner.] SCP-6061-A-109: It… it wasn’t an experience. It was murder. You have to understand that. Dr. Fern: Yes, Mr. Langley. Can you tell us what happened? SCP-6061-A-109: Can you… [SCP-6061-A-109 catches his breath.] SCP-6061-A-109: Can you promise to protect me? Dr. Fern: We will, Mr. Langley. Don’t worry. It's alright if you tell us what happened. We’re here to help you. [SCP-6061-A’s hands shake as he adjusts himself on the chair and clears his throat] SCP-6061-A-109: So uh… do I… do I start um, anywhere? Dr. Fern: Start wherever you’re comfortable with, Mr. Langley. [SCP-6061-A-109 clears his throat again. He looks down.] SCP-6061-109: We were celebrating uh… my newest painting. A little something that Laf put together- Lafayette, she's my girlfriend. It was just the four of us. Me, John, Ellie, Laf. [SCP-6061-A-109 pauses. His voice shakes as he speaks.] SCP-6061-A-109: And then all at once, I felt uh… [SCP-6061-A-109 places his hand a few centimeters from the back of his head] SCP-6061-A-109: The muzzle of a gun to my head. [SCP-6061-A-109 begins shaking harder. His breathing becomes erratic.] SCP-6061-A-109: It was so fucking cold. So goddamn cold. I started to sweat. My hands shook like fucking mad. I was trying to look around, to open my mouth, but I couldn’t. All I could move was my eyes, and I saw everyone else- [SCP-6061-A-109 looks to the side, away from Dr. Fern] Dr. Fern: Take your time, Mr. Langley. We are in no rush. SCP-6061-A-109: I saw… I saw the fear in their eyes, Doctor. They were shaking, too. Laf’s eyes… they were wide open. Ellie was trying to speak, but her voice was just a squeak in her throat. John was gritting his teeth. We had no idea what the fuck was happening, we were so goddamn s-scared. [SCP-6061-A-109 looks at Dr. Fern. His hands begin to fidget.] SCP-6061-A-109: And then we heard the command, clear as… clear as fucking day. Kneel. Something said. I… don't know how to describe it. We didn't understand it, but we did. I think I'm going mad, but we… it said that we did something wrong. We were being… [SCP-6061-A-109’s features stretch into an expression of terror. A tear begins to fall from his left eye.] SCP-6061-A-109: Executed. [SCP-6061-A-109 takes several moments to regain his composure. His body begins to shake violently.] SCP-6061-A-109: We obeyed… of… of fucking course. Our knees were shaking, but we knelt down. All the while the muzzle of that fucking gun was to the back of my head and I could feel just how cold it was. I knew that we needed to obey, or die. [scoffs] Simple… simple as that. SCP-6061-A-109: Then it began to read what I assumed was our rights, but it sounded like gibberish. We understood everything, but we didn’t. It used words like “tributation” and “maxjudge” and “reforcement” and… [More tears begin to fall from SCP-6061-A-109’s eyes] SCP-6061-A-109: And all the while my friends and me stayed rock fucking silent, scared, our knees shaking, our teeth chattering, the cold- bloody cold- gun to our heads. SCP-6061-A-109: I was looking at Laf throughout the entire thing. Her eyes were locked on me, fear and terror and God-knows-what going through her head, I saw it. In those big, wide eyes I knew she was saying “What’s happening, Eddie? Eddie, what’s happening?” [SCP-6061-A-109’s voice diminishes.] SCP-6061-A-109: I couldn’t get us out. I couldn’t. [SCP-6061-A-109 wipes the tears from his face. His eyes are red.] SCP-6061-A-109: That moment stretched into… forever. I was just watching her, trying to understand who the fuck put… put us through this. SCP-6061-A-109: And then the legalese stopped and it said four goddamn words: “Guilty, or not guilty?” [SCP-6061-A-109 sobs loudly.] SCP-6061-A-109: All at once, we began to cry. We began to plead. To shout. “Don’t kill us.” John said. “Please don’t. I have a little girl at home.” He was right, he did have a little girl, he visited her in Birmingham every Friday. Her name was Tana. Ellie was shaking violently, trying to hold back her rage. She was a weightlifter, she was the strongest out of all of us, but all she could do was strain and strain as she started shouting in frustration. Her mom had Alzheimer’s, her dad had just died. She couldn’t afford to die too. SCP-6061-A-109: Then Laf, right across from me, wasn’t doing any of that. Her fear was gone. She was looking at me, tears in her eyes, smiling. Fucking smiling. Trying to tell me it was alright. That’s what she said, “It’s alright, Eddie.” Her voice was fucking shaking I knew she was terrified out of her mind too, but… she wanted to comfort me first. [SCP-6061-A-109 shakes his head. The volume in his voice has notably weakened.] SCP-6061-A-109: “Guilty or not guilty?” It said. It was shouting now. Shouting in its cold, hard language. It needed an answer. [SCP-6061-A-109 chuckles to himself again. He has not yet stopped sobbing.] SCP-6061-A-109: John… John answered first. “Not guilty,” He said. “We didn’t do shit, officer, we swear! We stayed off the drugs, we didn’t do anything, we’re innocent, please. The pleading in his fucking voice was so damn pitiful. I’d never heard John cry like that, and then just as he was speaking again- [SCP-6061-A-109's voice lowers.] SCP-6061-A-109: His brains were emptied all across the floor. I can still smell the blood, so strong that it filled the entire room. He was still looking at us when he fell down, and we could see the gaping hole in his head right down to the floor. He had a fucking daughter, and it just… killed him, like that. He was only twenty-two, goddamnit. [SCP-6061-A-109 bangs his fist against the table. Dr. Fern recoils.] Dr. Fern: Mr. Langley… [SCP-6061-A-109 continues to speak. His face expresses aggression and rage.] SCP-6061-A-109: Ellie was next, and she just fucking looked up at where she knew the bastard holding her hostage to be and she gritted her teeth, fucking defiant to the end, and said: “I'm not guilty, you fucking bastard.” [SCP-6061-A-109 bangs on the table three times. Tears are streaming down his cheeks. His teeth are gritted.] SCP-6061-A-109: Bang! It fucking shot her in the back. Bang! It shot her in the neck. Bang! It shot her again. She was gasping on the floor, choking on her own blood, and it just left her there. It… [SCP-6061-A-109 whimpers. His voice diminishes once again.] SCP-6061-A-109: It just left her there, and we all knew deep inside us that it was because she gave it lip.3 [SCP-6061-A-109’s head lays limp to one side. He is staring at nothing. He continues to speak, but his voice is hoarse.] SCP-6061-A-109: “It’s alright, Eddie.” Laf said. She was still smiling, even though I could see her entire body shaking. “We’ll be alright. We’ll be alright.” SCP-6061-A-109: “Guilty or not guilty?” It said again. Laf was just smiling. She didn't even reply. The next moment her brains were splattered all over me, and those eyes lost everything they had. I just watched her there. Her black hair had brains on it. They were pink. Pink like the paint she bought me yesterday. [SCP-6061-A-109’s body remains limp.] SCP-6061-A-109: Then it finally came to me. “Guilty, or not guilty?” It said. It was taking time with every word. I was the last. It could take its time. The cold muzzle seemed to be burning me now, burning me as I began to speak. SCP-6061-A-109: "We didn't do anything. W-why?” I was crying, I was fucking crying. I was waiting for them to pull the trigger. I was closing my eyes, and in my head, I was just thinking, just fucking thinking… [SCP-6061-A’s voice has gone hoarse.] SCP-6061-A-109: Why? Why?! I did something wrong, I know, I deserve to go to jail, but why?! [SCP-6061-A-109 begins to wail and bang on the table multiple times. He is unable to cease for several minutes. On Doctor Fern's request, he was subsequently sedated.] <End Log> Closing Statement: After the interview, SCP-6061-A-109 was left unresponsive in a catatonic state. Due to this, Head Researcher Fern has mandated that SCP-6061-A-109 be confined in a mental ward under Foundation oversight. No improvement has yet been seen in SCP-6061-A-109's condition. Addendum 6061.02: The following are the inscriptions found on the instances of SCP-6061-B found inside the crime scene. SCP-6061-A-106 Name: John Gaunt Occupation: Unemployed Country: The United Kingdom Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: Two counts of drug use. One count of drug trafficking. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Mr. J. Gaunt – NOT GUILTY” SCP-6061-A-107 Name: Eleanor de Aquitaine Occupation: Professional Weightlifter Country: The United Kingdom Injuries Sustained: Two gunshot wounds to the torso. One collapsed lung. One gunshot wound to the neck. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: None. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Ms. E. D. Aquitaine – NOT GUILTY" SCP-6061-A-108 Name: Lafayette Jones Occupation: Nurse Country: The United States Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: None. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Ms. L. Jones – NOT GUILTY" SCP-6061-A-109 Name: Edmund Langley Occupation: Accomplished and well-known painter Country: The United Kingdom Injuries Sustained: None. Currently within Foundation custody. Crimes: None. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: "Mr. Edmund Langley - GUILTY. GUILTY. GUILTY. SPECIAL PUNISHMENT IMPOSED." + Update 6061 - 12/3/2018 - Hide Update 6061 - 12/3/2018: After two months of remaining in a catatonic state, SCP-6061-A-109 has regained partial functionality and is able to move on his own with a basic awareness of his surroundings. Subsequent amnesticization and discharge from Foundation custody is pending on the decision of the Head Researcher. + Incident Log 6061 - 12/5/2018 - Hide Incident Log 6061 - 12/5/2018: Following the incident in Site-118, a log of the events has been included below. Foreword: The following log has been taken from footage originating from the CCTV camera located within SCP-6061-A-109's containment room. <Begin Log> {22:34: SCP-6061-A-109 is seen withdrawing to his bed, which is partially out of view of the camera. He is presumed to be sleeping.} {22:39: SCP-6061-A-109 gets up from his bed. His arm is bloody.} {22:40: SCP-6061-A-109 dips his finger on the blood on his arm. He begins to draw the outline of a person with his finger.} {22:46: SCP-6061-A-109 has drawn three figures in total. Their arms are stretched above their heads. SCP-6061-A-109 is seen mumbling to himself and smiling happily. He lies down in a fetal position next to the three figures.} {22:49: SCP-6061-A-109 remains in his fetal position. He is sleeping.} {22:57: The door to SCP-6061-A-109's cell is opened by an unseen force. SCP-6061-A-109 is immediately alerted to the noise.} {22:57: Three seconds later, the scene inexplicably changes. A trail of blood leads from where SCP-6061-A-109 was to the outside of the cell. SCP-6061-A-109 is nowhere to be found.} <End Log> Closing Statement: Upon the detection of a cell breach, an alarm was sounded immediately. With the arrival of Site Security on the scene thirty seconds later, they found the still-living SCP-6061-A-109 secured to the wall of the Site-118 lobby. SCP-6061-A-109 had suffered grievous injuries to his eyes, hands, ears, and knees, conducted presumably to completely remove or cripple function. Subsequent analysis of the wounds concluded that all injuries were done via the careful use of a standard M1911 pistol. A wooden sign was found hanging around SCP-6061-A-109's neck, with the words "LEARN YOUR LESSON" written in plain English.4 SCP-6061-A-109 was reportedly still screaming when Site Security initiated an effort to bring him down. As of the time of writing, the subject is currently still alive. Footnotes 1. As of the time of writing, all information regarding this phenomenon has been drawn from witness testimonies. 2. Though the language is undecipherable, persons reading it report being able to understand its meaning. 3. An expression meaning to be disrespectful. 4. Unlike previous SCP-6061-B instances, the note was written in the subject's blood. |
SCP-6061 | uncontained | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes murder, extrajudicial killings, references to mutilation, and heavy allusions to gun violence. ⚠️ content warning Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 6061 Level2 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo A photograph taken from a crime scene following an SCP-6061-C event. Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6061’s uncontained nature, Foundation operatives must monitor for murders aligning with SCP-6061's regular pattern; should a particular murder case be determined to be an SCP-6061-C event, standard disinformation protocol is to be followed. Instances of SCP-6061-B are to be collected immediately. All deaths of SCP-6061-A are to be attributed to the increasing rates of gun violence in the regions where the event took place. Any survivors or witnesses to an SCP-6061-C event are to be questioned as soon as possible. Description: SCP-6061 is a phenomenon conducted by an unknown and anomalous entity (hereafter designated as SCP-6061-1) currently affecting an unknown number of people across the globe and capable of beginning SCP-6061-C events. During these events, victims (hereafter known as SCP-6061-A) are reportedly1 compelled to kneel on the ground in front of them before immediately suffering a fatal gunshot wound to the back of the head from SCP-6061-1. Following the death of the victim, a paper (hereafter known as SCP-6061-B) containing the victim’s name followed by the word “GUILTY”2 spontaneously manifests beside the victim’s body. Soon after, SCP-6061-1 reportedly disappears. According to the information the Foundation has procured from eyewitness testimonies, SCP-6061-1 has been reported to always be invisible to all means of detection. Furthermore, during times when SCP-6061-C events are witnessed or captured on camera, the scene is almost immediately changed following the presumed appearance of SCP-6061-1. Due to this, the Foundation currently suspects that SCP-6061-C is capable of inducing temporal anomalies. The reasons as to why SCP-6061-1 conducts SCP-6061-C events are unknown, but a common link has surfaced between SCP-6061-A instances indicating that a background related to art may increase the odds of being a victim. As of the time of writing, all occurrences of SCP-6061-C events have resulted in the deaths of at least one hundred and five separate individuals across thirty countries. Further investigation is being conducted. All witnesses to SCP-6061-C events have been questioned and subsequently amnesticized by the Foundation. Addendum 6061.1: Below are the current listed victims of SCP-6061. SCP-6061-A-1 Name: Gina Louise Darnley Occupation: Graffiti Artist Country: The United Kingdom Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: One count of accidental manslaughter. Three counts of vandalism to do with graffiti on public works. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Ms. G. L. Darnley – GUILTY” SCP-6061-A-53 Name: Mitsuko Chigusa Occupation: Mural Painter Country: Japan Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Several gunshot wounds to the torso. One gunshot wound to the neck. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: None. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Ms. C. Mitsuko – GUILTY” Additional Note: Due to East Asian naming conventions where one’s given name is placed after one’s surname, the inscription has been found to be incorrect. SCP-6061-A-78 Name: Annika Abara Occupation: Professional Calligrapher. Country: South Africa Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: One count of driving under the influence. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Mrs. A. Abara – GUILTY” SCP-6061-A-105 Name: Manuel Rivera Occupation: College student studying Multimedia Arts Country: Mexico Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Grievous blunt force trauma to the torso. Expired sixteen minutes after arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: Three counts of larceny. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Mr. M. Rivera – GUILTY” Update 6061 - 10/3/2018: Seventeen days after the last occurrence of an SCP-6061-C event, another event has occurred in the United Kingdom. A survivor named Edmund Langley (hereby designated SCP-6061-A-109) was found at the scene. Pursuant to the anomaly’s secure containment procedures, the transcript of the resulting interrogation has been displayed below. Interviewed: SCP-6061-A-109, Edmund Langley Interviewer: Dr. Xavier Fern Foreword: SCP-6061-A-109 was found covered in blood at his residence, which was host to a crime scene where three murders had taken place. Foundation operatives procured SCP-6061-A-109 three hours after he was taken into the custody of British police. The subject had experienced no bodily injuries upon transference into Foundation custody. <Begin Log> [Dr. Fern enters. SCP-6061-A-109 recoils at the sound of the door opening. He is seen visibly shivering.] Dr. Fern: Good evening, Mr. Langley. [SCP-6061-A-109 remains silent. His shivering continues. His eyes are wide.] Dr. Fern: Mr. Langley? [SCP-6061-A-109 looks up at Dr. Fern. He is panting.] Dr. Fern: My name is Doctor Fern. I will be interviewing you today regarding your experience. SCP-6061-A-109: My… experience? Dr. Fern: Yes. Shall we start? [SCP-6061-A-109 shivers more visibly. He replies in a quiet manner.] SCP-6061-A-109: It… it wasn’t an experience. It was murder. You have to understand that. Dr. Fern: Yes, Mr. Langley. Can you tell us what happened? SCP-6061-A-109: Can you… [SCP-6061-A-109 catches his breath.] SCP-6061-A-109: Can you promise to protect me? Dr. Fern: We will, Mr. Langley. Don’t worry. It's alright if you tell us what happened. We’re here to help you. [SCP-6061-A’s hands shake as he adjusts himself on the chair and clears his throat] SCP-6061-A-109: So uh… do I… do I start um, anywhere? Dr. Fern: Start wherever you’re comfortable with, Mr. Langley. [SCP-6061-A-109 clears his throat again. He looks down.] SCP-6061-109: We were celebrating uh… my newest painting. A little something that Laf put together- Lafayette, she's my girlfriend. It was just the four of us. Me, John, Ellie, Laf. [SCP-6061-A-109 pauses. His voice shakes as he speaks.] SCP-6061-A-109: And then all at once, I felt uh… [SCP-6061-A-109 places his hand a few centimeters from the back of his head] SCP-6061-A-109: The muzzle of a gun to my head. [SCP-6061-A-109 begins shaking harder. His breathing becomes erratic.] SCP-6061-A-109: It was so fucking cold. So goddamn cold. I started to sweat. My hands shook like fucking mad. I was trying to look around, to open my mouth, but I couldn’t. All I could move was my eyes, and I saw everyone else- [SCP-6061-A-109 looks to the side, away from Dr. Fern] Dr. Fern: Take your time, Mr. Langley. We are in no rush. SCP-6061-A-109: I saw… I saw the fear in their eyes, Doctor. They were shaking, too. Laf’s eyes… they were wide open. Ellie was trying to speak, but her voice was just a squeak in her throat. John was gritting his teeth. We had no idea what the fuck was happening, we were so goddamn s-scared. [SCP-6061-A-109 looks at Dr. Fern. His hands begin to fidget.] SCP-6061-A-109: And then we heard the command, clear as… clear as fucking day. Kneel. Something said. I… don't know how to describe it. We didn't understand it, but we did. I think I'm going mad, but we… it said that we did something wrong. We were being… [SCP-6061-A-109’s features stretch into an expression of terror. A tear begins to fall from his left eye.] SCP-6061-A-109: Executed. [SCP-6061-A-109 takes several moments to regain his composure. His body begins to shake violently.] SCP-6061-A-109: We obeyed… of… of fucking course. Our knees were shaking, but we knelt down. All the while the muzzle of that fucking gun was to the back of my head and I could feel just how cold it was. I knew that we needed to obey, or die. [scoffs] Simple… simple as that. SCP-6061-A-109: Then it began to read what I assumed was our rights, but it sounded like gibberish. We understood everything, but we didn’t. It used words like “tributation” and “maxjudge” and “reforcement” and… [More tears begin to fall from SCP-6061-A-109’s eyes] SCP-6061-A-109: And all the while my friends and me stayed rock fucking silent, scared, our knees shaking, our teeth chattering, the cold- bloody cold- gun to our heads. SCP-6061-A-109: I was looking at Laf throughout the entire thing. Her eyes were locked on me, fear and terror and God-knows-what going through her head, I saw it. In those big, wide eyes I knew she was saying “What’s happening, Eddie? Eddie, what’s happening?” [SCP-6061-A-109’s voice diminishes.] SCP-6061-A-109: I couldn’t get us out. I couldn’t. [SCP-6061-A-109 wipes the tears from his face. His eyes are red.] SCP-6061-A-109: That moment stretched into… forever. I was just watching her, trying to understand who the fuck put… put us through this. SCP-6061-A-109: And then the legalese stopped and it said four goddamn words: “Guilty, or not guilty?” [SCP-6061-A-109 sobs loudly.] SCP-6061-A-109: All at once, we began to cry. We began to plead. To shout. “Don’t kill us.” John said. “Please don’t. I have a little girl at home.” He was right, he did have a little girl, he visited her in Birmingham every Friday. Her name was Tana. Ellie was shaking violently, trying to hold back her rage. She was a weightlifter, she was the strongest out of all of us, but all she could do was strain and strain as she started shouting in frustration. Her mom had Alzheimer’s, her dad had just died. She couldn’t afford to die too. SCP-6061-A-109: Then Laf, right across from me, wasn’t doing any of that. Her fear was gone. She was looking at me, tears in her eyes, smiling. Fucking smiling. Trying to tell me it was alright. That’s what she said, “It’s alright, Eddie.” Her voice was fucking shaking I knew she was terrified out of her mind too, but… she wanted to comfort me first. [SCP-6061-A-109 shakes his head. The volume in his voice has notably weakened.] SCP-6061-A-109: “Guilty or not guilty?” It said. It was shouting now. Shouting in its cold, hard language. It needed an answer. [SCP-6061-A-109 chuckles to himself again. He has not yet stopped sobbing.] SCP-6061-A-109: John… John answered first. “Not guilty,” He said. “We didn’t do shit, officer, we swear! We stayed off the drugs, we didn’t do anything, we’re innocent, please. The pleading in his fucking voice was so damn pitiful. I’d never heard John cry like that, and then just as he was speaking again- [SCP-6061-A-109's voice lowers.] SCP-6061-A-109: His brains were emptied all across the floor. I can still smell the blood, so strong that it filled the entire room. He was still looking at us when he fell down, and we could see the gaping hole in his head right down to the floor. He had a fucking daughter, and it just… killed him, like that. He was only twenty-two, goddamnit. [SCP-6061-A-109 bangs his fist against the table. Dr. Fern recoils.] Dr. Fern: Mr. Langley… [SCP-6061-A-109 continues to speak. His face expresses aggression and rage.] SCP-6061-A-109: Ellie was next, and she just fucking looked up at where she knew the bastard holding her hostage to be and she gritted her teeth, fucking defiant to the end, and said: “I'm not guilty, you fucking bastard.” [SCP-6061-A-109 bangs on the table three times. Tears are streaming down his cheeks. His teeth are gritted.] SCP-6061-A-109: Bang! It fucking shot her in the back. Bang! It shot her in the neck. Bang! It shot her again. She was gasping on the floor, choking on her own blood, and it just left her there. It… [SCP-6061-A-109 whimpers. His voice diminishes once again.] SCP-6061-A-109: It just left her there, and we all knew deep inside us that it was because she gave it lip.3 [SCP-6061-A-109’s head lays limp to one side. He is staring at nothing. He continues to speak, but his voice is hoarse.] SCP-6061-A-109: “It’s alright, Eddie.” Laf said. She was still smiling, even though I could see her entire body shaking. “We’ll be alright. We’ll be alright.” SCP-6061-A-109: “Guilty or not guilty?” It said again. Laf was just smiling. She didn't even reply. The next moment her brains were splattered all over me, and those eyes lost everything they had. I just watched her there. Her black hair had brains on it. They were pink. Pink like the paint she bought me yesterday. [SCP-6061-A-109’s body remains limp.] SCP-6061-A-109: Then it finally came to me. “Guilty, or not guilty?” It said. It was taking time with every word. I was the last. It could take its time. The cold muzzle seemed to be burning me now, burning me as I began to speak. SCP-6061-A-109: "We didn't do anything. W-why?” I was crying, I was fucking crying. I was waiting for them to pull the trigger. I was closing my eyes, and in my head, I was just thinking, just fucking thinking… [SCP-6061-A’s voice has gone hoarse.] SCP-6061-A-109: Why? Why?! I did something wrong, I know, I deserve to go to jail, but why?! [SCP-6061-A-109 begins to wail and bang on the table multiple times. He is unable to cease for several minutes. On Doctor Fern's request, he was subsequently sedated.] <End Log> Closing Statement: After the interview, SCP-6061-A-109 was left unresponsive in a catatonic state. Due to this, Head Researcher Fern has mandated that SCP-6061-A-109 be confined in a mental ward under Foundation oversight. No improvement has yet been seen in SCP-6061-A-109's condition. Addendum 6061.02: The following are the inscriptions found on the instances of SCP-6061-B found inside the crime scene. SCP-6061-A-106 Name: John Gaunt Occupation: Unemployed Country: The United Kingdom Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: Two counts of drug use. One count of drug trafficking. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Mr. J. Gaunt – NOT GUILTY” SCP-6061-A-107 Name: Eleanor de Aquitaine Occupation: Professional Weightlifter Country: The United Kingdom Injuries Sustained: Two gunshot wounds to the torso. One collapsed lung. One gunshot wound to the neck. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: None. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Ms. E. D. Aquitaine – NOT GUILTY" SCP-6061-A-108 Name: Lafayette Jones Occupation: Nurse Country: The United States Injuries Sustained: One gunshot wound to the back of the head. Deceased upon arrival in Foundation custody. Crimes: None. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: “Ms. L. Jones – NOT GUILTY" SCP-6061-A-109 Name: Edmund Langley Occupation: Accomplished and well-known painter Country: The United Kingdom Injuries Sustained: None. Currently within Foundation custody. Crimes: None. Inscription on SCP-6061-B: "Mr. Edmund Langley - GUILTY. GUILTY. GUILTY. SPECIAL PUNISHMENT IMPOSED." + Update 6061 - 12/3/2018 - Hide Update 6061 - 12/3/2018: After two months of remaining in a catatonic state, SCP-6061-A-109 has regained partial functionality and is able to move on his own with a basic awareness of his surroundings. Subsequent amnesticization and discharge from Foundation custody is pending on the decision of the Head Researcher. + Incident Log 6061 - 12/5/2018 - Hide Incident Log 6061 - 12/5/2018: Following the incident in Site-118, a log of the events has been included below. Foreword: The following log has been taken from footage originating from the CCTV camera located within SCP-6061-A-109's containment room. <Begin Log> {22:34: SCP-6061-A-109 is seen withdrawing to his bed, which is partially out of view of the camera. He is presumed to be sleeping.} {22:39: SCP-6061-A-109 gets up from his bed. His arm is bloody.} {22:40: SCP-6061-A-109 dips his finger on the blood on his arm. He begins to draw the outline of a person with his finger.} {22:46: SCP-6061-A-109 has drawn three figures in total. Their arms are stretched above their heads. SCP-6061-A-109 is seen mumbling to himself and smiling happily. He lies down in a fetal position next to the three figures.} {22:49: SCP-6061-A-109 remains in his fetal position. He is sleeping.} {22:57: The door to SCP-6061-A-109's cell is opened by an unseen force. SCP-6061-A-109 is immediately alerted to the noise.} {22:57: Three seconds later, the scene inexplicably changes. A trail of blood leads from where SCP-6061-A-109 was to the outside of the cell. SCP-6061-A-109 is nowhere to be found.} <End Log> Closing Statement: Upon the detection of a cell breach, an alarm was sounded immediately. With the arrival of Site Security on the scene thirty seconds later, they found the still-living SCP-6061-A-109 secured to the wall of the Site-118 lobby. SCP-6061-A-109 had suffered grievous injuries to his eyes, hands, ears, and knees, conducted presumably to completely remove or cripple function. Subsequent analysis of the wounds concluded that all injuries were done via the careful use of a standard M1911 pistol. A wooden sign was found hanging around SCP-6061-A-109's neck, with the words "LEARN YOUR LESSON" written in plain English.4 SCP-6061-A-109 was reportedly still screaming when Site Security initiated an effort to bring him down. As of the time of writing, the subject is currently still alive. Footnotes 1. As of the time of writing, all information regarding this phenomenon has been drawn from witness testimonies. 2. Though the language is undecipherable, persons reading it report being able to understand its meaning. 3. An expression meaning to be disrespectful. 4. Unlike previous SCP-6061-B instances, the note was written in the subject's blood. |
SCP-6062 | safe | by J Dune SCP-6062 - King Ratthew Splondis XVIII, Bearer of Pestilence and Lord of All Rodents ALL HAIL. Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6062 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6062, taken during an intelligence experiment involving a maze Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 Dir. Joseph Barrow Researcher Angela Starse N/A Brandy, Pennsylvania Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6062 is to be kept in a modified containment cell located in Secure Facility Area-179. A plexiglass divider and intercom system have been installed for communication. SCP-6062's containment chamber is to be cleaned once a week, and all waste is to be transported to Area-179's biology department, where it is to be either incinerated or distributed to other Foundation research institutions for study purposes at the discretion of the department head. All personnel making physical contact with SCP-6062, including weekly cleaning, are to wear Foundation-issued insulated HAZMAT suits. Description: SCP-6062 is an entity composed of a collection of 13 intertwined Rattus norvegicus (Brown Rat) specimens, bound together at the tail by an unidentified, adhesive substance.1 While most specimens making up SCP-6062 are, bar anomalous effects, indistinct from their ordinary counterparts, several rats are afflicted with injuries or ailments. Broken bones, heavily mutilated facial features, and missing limbs have been observed, though these conditions do not impair functionality of the entity. It is hypothesized that these specimens share a collective consciousness that aids in mobility, sustainability, and cognitive capabilities. SCP-6062's movement is composed of each specimen acting in tandem to move in a certain direction. On occasion, mobility can become unrefined, as if each specimen is pulling the entity in separate directions. SCP-6062 is capable of speech, despite possessing none of the organs required, and demonstrates an understanding of the English language. When SCP-6062 speaks, it uses the mouth of each specimen making up its whole to do so, allowing for amplification. Its voice has been described as "shrill" and "high-pitched", while its personality is delusional, contemptuous, and vulgar. SCP-6062 self-identifies as "King Ratthew Splondis XVIII". SCP-6062 has been found to harbor, at the time of writing, 82 different infectious diseases2 and is capable of acting as a vector for zoonotic3 transmission of infectious pathogens. While SCP-6062 may demonstrate mild signs and symptoms of the diseases it carries, the entity is immune to any lethal effects. SCP-6062 has been observed to harbor malaria, Lyme disease, West Nile, several manifestations of Plague, salmonella, smallpox, and over 30 unidentified viral pathogens estimated to be prehistoric in age. While pathogens carried by SCP-6062 are conventional in nature, they are considerably more potent than would be expected, resulting in a higher chance of transmission. Pathogens within SCP-6062 continue to be discovered at an irregular rate. Addendum.6062.1: Discovery SCP-6062 was discovered on 2018/4/17 in Brandy, Pennsylvania — a small suburban development — after the town had contracted an outbreak of leprosy. The Foundation was notified of this incident, and promptly dispatched an assessment detail. A vaccination sourced from SCP-███ was utilized to cure affected residents. The following is an audiovisual transcript of a recording taken by Dr. Amy Vebber and Researcher Angela Starse during the Brandy containment effort. The pair were searching a storm drain for irregularities as part of the routine search of the area. [[BEGIN LOG]] Dr. Vebber and Researcher Starse, dressed in protective HAZMAT suits, navigate the narrow, subterranean area on their hands and feet. They crawl single-file, unable to fit otherwise. Vebber leads, with a flashlight attached to her head to offer faint illumination. Beneath them is a small stream of clouded, brown water. Dr. Vebber: (Coughs) Stinks down here. Researcher Starse: It’s a sewer, Amy. Dr. Vebber: Would it kill them to put an air freshener out? Maybe light a few candles? Researcher Starse: You should pitch it to the water company. A sponge-like, brown cluster is seen growing on the lower-right corner of the pipe. Dr. Vebber: The hell? Looks like a tumor. Let me just grab a sample, and… SCP-6062: (From afar) Halt! Researcher Starse: (Shouting) Hello? We’re with the CDC, we’re taking samples. SCP-6062 scurries into view, moving in an uncontrolled, indecisive manner, darting from one side to the next. Dr. Vebber: A… rat king? Researcher Starse: That certainly is odd. I'll send a message to command quick, let them know we have an entity. SCP-6062: Bite your tongue, peasant, for I am the Rat King, and you have entered my domain! SCP-6062 walks into a wall before reorienting itself. Dr. Vebber: Starse? You’re the PR gal. You wanna take this one? Vebber positions herself to the side of the pipe, allowing Starse to lean forward and offer SCP-6062 a better view of her. Vebber devotes her attention to observing the brown growth, preparing for collection. Researcher Starse: Of course. Er— How do you prefer us address you? SCP-6062: Ah, let’s see, “Your majesty”, “your highness”, “your sexcellency”, and “M’Lord” work as honorifics in day-to-day conversation. For formal titles, I usually go by “Bearer of Bad Flus”, “The Scourge of Society”, “Ratman”, “The Er*rat*icator of Wellness”, “String Cheese”, and “Clint Rat-Eastwood”. Yes, those are my favorite titles. And what shall I call such… finely crafted examples of your crude species? Researcher Starse: Okay! My name’s Angela, and this is Amy. We’re here with— SCP-6062: Ooh, such foul, exotic names. As to be expected from your kind, yes. I do not remember inviting lesser-vermin concubines to my chambers but if you insist on copulating with me, you may undress now. Your suits of armor may be strong, but nothing is impenetrable, m’ladies. Dr. Vebber: (Turns away) Excuse me? Researcher Starse: Ah, I believe you’re mistaken, your majesty. You didn’t send for u— A SCP-6062 specimen begins coughing, and after a prolonged effort, regurgitates a webbed, green piece of phlegm. SCP-6062: Apologies, cont— A second SCP-6062 specimen coughs, wheezing and gasping for air. It regurgitates a stream of blood. SCP-6062: Continue. Dr. Vebber: Better collect that too. Researcher Starse: N-No worries. We’re here collecting samples for scientific research. Is this your home? SCP-6062: Why, my domain is wherever my large, iron-clad boots tread! This is my kingdom, and also over there, and over here as well! I have assimilated many lands into my empire, but I am a fair monarch. I shall allow you lesser-vermin passage into my realm under the pretenses that you agree to dedicate the rest of your years in servitude to me as rats. Researcher Starse: I’m afraid we can’t do that, your highness. You see— SCP-6062: Then there will be no such pleasantries, ape. SCP-6062 lunges forward and attempts to bite Starse’s facial area, but is hindered by the HAZMAT suit’s helmet. The entity scurries, squealing and clawing at the pair as they attempt to reposition themselves to move out of the tunnel. The two begin crawling in the opposite direction they came, but SCP-6062 continues its assault, attempting to chew through the right leg of Vebber’s suit to little effect. Vebber voice activates her bluetooth ear-piece communicator and connects to topside command. Command: Dr. Vebber, you are now connected to SCP F— Dr. Vebber: Yo, can you get a containment specialist over here when we get up in a few minutes? Maybe a cage or something? There’s a weird fuckin’ mouse thing and it’s trying to either kill or fuck us. We have suits, so it’s not a— Hey! SCP-6062 crawls up Vebber’s back and onto her face covering. Four specimens defecate onto Vebber, while two others simultaneously regurgitate an unknown, black pus. SCP-6062: I am a rat! A rat! Dr. Vebber: Little bastard— Vebber grabs SCP-6062 and swats it away, causing it to scurry ahead to Starse. SCP-6062 latches onto her left thigh and begins coughing. Command: Uh, yeah. Sure. We’ll have someone there. [[END LOG]] Following containment at Area-179, Dr. Vebber and Researcher Starse were examined. Despite wearing protective covering, they had both contracted a strain of Rubella. Both had been vaccinated against the disease as children. Using the medicine distributed during the Brandy effort, they were quickly cured. Shortly after, an interview with SCP-6062 was conducted. Researcher Starse was chosen due to her specialization in psychology and past record of successful communication with anomalous entities. Researcher Starse enters the containment chamber. Reinforced plexiglass, outfitted with an intercom system, separates SCP-6062's cell from the interrogation room, which has been decorated with shavings, tubes, and platforms. Inside, SCP-6062 is attempting to jump onto a platform, though it keeps faltering backwards and ramming a portion of its heads into a wall. Phlegm and unidentified, viscous substances coat the walls and surfaces. Researcher Starse: Your highness. Starse curtsies before sitting at the intercom table. SCP-6062 scurries to the microphone connected to its cell. SCP-6062: Release me at once! I do enjoy the amenities but not when I'm being quartered by odorous, incestuous apes! Confound those platforms, why do they compel me to climb? Researcher Starse: You are entertained though. Oh, can you state your name for the record? It's just a thing I have to do. SCP-6062: My name? You wouldn't ask Jesus Rat-Christ that, would you? Researcher Starse: It's for— SCP-6062: King Ratthew Splondis XVIII, ruler of all rats and bringer of death. An SCP-6062 specimen with a mutilated face makes a distressed vocalization and regurgitates a small, unidentified insect, covered in blue phlegm. After a period of time, the insect reanimates itself and walks away.4 Researcher Starse: Thanks. Now, I've been meaning to ask, and there's going to be no punishment for being honest, so please be truthful with me. What were you doing in Brandy, in those sewers where we found you? SCP-6062: Worry not, worry not. A king is always honest! I was there to conquer, of course! To bring war upon the lesser vermin as I have so many times prior. So many plagues! So many pandemics! All orchestrated by me and carried out by my underlings! I believe this instance was a bout of leopardseed, wasn't it? All according to my plan. Researcher Starse: Leprosy, but yes. Are you aware of what Leprosy does? SCP-6062: (Squeals) Of course! Leprosy does… very bad things that are not good so it can hurt the ape-men by making them die until they are killed! I think it's splendid! Researcher Starse: Okay, okay. And what about the part where they turn into sheep? SCP-6062: That's… that's why I adore it! That's my favorite part! I sit back and I watch them become as white and hairy as a snow creature! They crawl on the ground, writhing in pain, going "baaaah". A jolly good show indeed! Research Starse: Leprosy doesn't turn people into sheep, your sexcellency. I made that up to see if you knew what you were talking about. SCP-6062: Then I shall toss you in the moat to let the mud monster nip at your toes for centuries on end. Wait. Haugh— A large, red boil appears on a specimen of SCP-6062. It swells in size before reaching a third of SCP-6062's mass. The boil pops, spraying the containment chamber in an off-white, hardening pus. SCP-6062: Ah, that was good. Researcher Starse: Okay, so you know you can cause disease, correct? SCP-6062: Many of them. Researcher Starse: But you don't know what they do. We've discovered a lot of strange things in your genetic makeup. Can you explain? SCP-6062: I am the king of the rats. Researcher Starse: (Pause) Sounds… alright. Why do you dislike humans? SCP-6062: It was a human who disfigured me so! When 'me' was just 'we', he tied me up and made 'they' into 'I'. Do not be aghast, as it was this turn of events that inspired me to seek revenge on the lesser-vermin of the surface world. Yes, it was a good thing that this happened. A rat may slay another rat in comb-rat, but will a rat challenge a rat who is many rats? Now you see how my power came to be! Researcher Starse: That sounds horrible, sir. Do you know who made you like this? SCP-6062: An Italian. Out of all varieties of lesser-vermin, I despise that flavor the most. Researcher Starse: Mm? SCP-6062: That's all I recall. You all surface-skimmers look so similar. Many names on my mind, but only ones worth remembering. Researcher Starse: That's okay, thanks for sharing that with me. You mentioned having… underlings. Are there more of you? SCP-6062: Many more, harlot. Many more. My legion of followers numbers in the -illions! There are more of us than you, and inside me is a connection to every rat on this ape-infested planet! I've already sent word. They will bring pestilence! They will bring this-ease and that-ease! All of the eases! They will rescue me from a grisly fate at the hands of your magic-men, and then I will rule! The year of the rat will come, and swiftly so! Do you stand in opposition to be devoured by the sickness, or will you take my claw in marriage? I would not offer such a divine kindness to most of your kind. Researcher Starse: Oh, uh, I'm already married. Apologies. Are you okay with just remaining friends, your highness? All specimens of SCP-6062 begin secreting a yellow fluid from their eyes. The entity makes a sound equivalent to human sobbing. This continues for two minutes, escalating in volume and intensity as time goes on. Eventually, SCP-6062 begins coughing up large globules of phlegm. SCP-6062: Y-Yes. Researcher Starse: I really am sorry. I'm just here to do my job. Would you like me to get you something? Do you like cheese? SCP-6062: Oh, because I'm a rat, I like cheese, huh? Researcher Starse: No! That's not at all what I was insinuating! Uh, I, the cafeteria was serving one of those big cheese plates today! It has absolutely nothing to do with you being— SCP-6062: A cheese plate? Splendid! Bring me the entire dish, I do love a good cheese. Silence Researcher Starse: I'll… check with my supervisor, okay? SCP-6062: You either retrieve the cheese now, or I will consume nothing but my own waste until you do, topsider. [[END LOG]] Upon directorial review, SCP-6062 was granted access to a balanced diet of natural foods safe for consumption. Since containment, a number of undocumented behaviors have been observed in SCP-6062, and have been listed below. SCP-6062 frequently consumes its own waste and excess. When asked about this, it claims it is "Keeping the royal bloodline pure". SCP-6062 takes pleasure in the Foundation's collection of its excess to be used for testing and research purposes. It has stated that it enjoys the idea of others being exposed to its "greatness" and wishes they contract the diseases carried by the material. SCP-6062 will sleep for extended periods of time5, but will deny doing so. SCP-6062 claims it has no need for rest, and that it is "contacting the rodent brethren through meditation" during these periods. SCP-6062 has shown an affinity for Researcher Starse, and will frequently discuss her with other personnel. The entity has shown interest in Starse's husband, and will often ask about the status of her marriage. Researcher Starse has been ineffective in diverting the conversation to a new subject when it arises. Starse has declined reassignment to a different anomaly. SCP-6062 will chase after itself, spinning in a circle, for recreational purposes. When asked about this action, SCP-6062 claimed it is practicing a dance for a "royal rat-ball". SCP-6062 is sensitive to music, and becomes noticeably lethargic and susceptible to suggestion while it is playing. As the entity has shown distress following the playing of music, doing so in the presence of SCP-6062 has been prohibited In order to test the veracity of SCP-6062's claims in regards to communication with other members of its species, an experiment was held. Subject-12812, used in this experiment SCP-6062 is placed in an empty containment chamber with one Rattus norvegicus (Brown Rat). SCP-6062: Quite brave of you to place me so near to a member of my court! The rat moves around the chamber idly. It does not seem to notice SCP-6062. The entity moves closer to the rat. SCP-6062: Yes, I need you to send a message. Oh, your name is Maurice? How charming! Maurice, my good sir, tell my generals to focus all war efforts onto Italy and Italians throughout the land. Why yes, I do believe General Rat-Patton is the best man to carry out such a pogrom! The rat moves away from SCP-6062, walking to the other side of the chamber. It is suddenly distracted by its own tail, which it begins to observe. SCP-6062: M-Maurice, come back here! There are things to be discussed! Very important things! I bestow upon you my blessing, go forth and complete your quest in the name of your glorious king! Say it with me, Maurice! All hail King Ratthew Splondis XVIII, may his many-headed body stay seated on the throne of malady forever! Death to all lesser-vermin! I can't hear you say it, Maurice! The rat playfully claws at the chambers walls, attempting to climb them by placing its claws between the interstices of the tiles. Researcher's Note: SCP-6062 has proven useful in the collection of bacterial samples to study and sell. I don't believe we have anything to worry about in regards to its supposed telepathic abilities. - Researcher Starse Footnotes 1. Colloquially, the non-anomalous phenomenon of rats becoming intertwined at the tail is known as a "Rat King" 2. 70% of which have not been observed in animal vectors prior to SCP-6062 3. A disease transferring from an animal to a human 4. Upon further investigation, the insect could not be found 5. Presently, the longest recorded session has been 67 hours ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6062" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6062. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6063 | safe | dxvi SCP-6063 — EPITHET by dxvi so why don't you kill me For more, please see my author page. Item#: 6063 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6063 is stored in two forms: written and spoken. The written form is printed in an approximation of its English spelling, and in the International Phonetic Alphabet, on a sheet of ordinary printer paper. The paper containing SCP-6063 should be kept inside an opaque folder when not being studied by Foundation researchers. The spoken form has been recorded in standard MP3 format (which is saved onto an ordinary thumb drive) and onto high-grade magnetic tape (for long-term preservation). The paper, the tape and the thumb drive are stored together, in a Faraday-shielded storage locker in Site-19. The use of SCP-6063 in either written or spoken form is strictly forbidden without emergency authorisation by the O5 Council. Description: SCP-6063 is an anomalous English word that displays dangerous cognitohazardous effects when used to describe a human being. To prevent containment breach, SCP-6063 has not been reproduced in this documentation. Quotations and uses of SCP-6063 are replaced by the tag EPITHET. An unredacted version of this report using the approximate spelling of SCP-6063 is available to the O5 Council, the Director of Site-44, and senior researchers on the SCP-6063 project. The primary effect of SCP-6063 is straightforward. When someone is described as EPITHET (adjective), or is called an EPITHET (noun), people who have heard or otherwise observed the use of the word will develop feelings of uncontrollable loathing and hatred towards the victim, and will begin to shun and reject the victim from society. Victims will experience hostility and mockery within a day after the initial use of the word, which will gradually develop into hatred and rejection, up to and including physical violence and denial of food, drink and shelter. There do not appear to be limits on who is affected by this primary 'shunning' effect of SCP-6063: even parents with notably strong ties of affection with their children have been observed violently rejecting them due to SCP-6063 (see Incident Report 6063-Alpha). The secondary effect of SCP-6063 presents its main threat to containment. As the primary effect progresses, individuals who did not witness the initial use of the word, but who did witness the shunning it caused, will also begin to shun the victim. This is currently hypothesised to be a mimetic effect rather than a memetic effect: that is, when unaffected people see the victim being shunned, they (anomalously) mimic the shunning behaviour themselves. The effect has been observed to transmit even through sufficiently detailed descriptions of the shunning behaviour (see Incident Report 6063-Alpha). Progression of both the primary and secondary effects is slower in individuals with general cognitohazard training, but does not stop entirely. The Foundation has developed a cognito-inoculation procedure which has prevented the development of SCP-6063 effects in researchers with a Cognitive Resistance Value of 10 or higher. All researchers on SCP-6063 must undergo this procedure before accessing the complete documentation or conducting any research on SCP-6063. The use of amnestics, calibrated to cover a period of time including the initial use of SCP-6063, is effective in reversing the effects of SCP-6063 if administered to all affected individuals. During the incident that brought SCP-6063 to the attention of the Foundation (Incident 6063-Alpha), the containment of SCP-6063 required the amnesticisation of over 7,000 people. Mass amnesticisation and false memory implantation allowed victims and their abusers to be successfully reintegrated into normal society within four months. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Due to the transmission effect outlined above, further details around Incident 6063-Alpha are restricted to Foundation personnel who have a Cognitive Resistance Value of 10 or higher and have completed the SCP-6063 cognito-inoculation course. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Please input your credentials below to access the remainder of the file. ID a243e24268ea14b78fcfdd7d5a1f2458_1734916043 Password bdd902fd5352e409d2b9755ef9f9633b_1734916043 Login Logout The following is a series of extracts from Dr Julia Cavendish's field report into Incident 6063-Alpha. The unabridged report is appended to this file (see Document 6063-Alpha-01). Introductory note from Dr Cavendish Welcome aboard. I want to add some context to the report, which I encourage you to read in full at your earliest opportunity. As you will recall from your cognito-inoculation, the emotions produced by SCP-6063 are not to be trifled with. It is one of the most dangerous cognitohazards I have encountered in my twenty years at the Foundation, and consequently all researchers on the project are expected to be particularly vigilant, particularly honest and particularly self-critical with respect to SCP-6063. The cognito-inoculation is highly effective, but it isn't perfect, and you are expected to report unusual feelings and intense emotions following your exposure to SCP-6063. You may perhaps be wondering why we have not taken the decision to decommission SCP-6063, given how dangerous it is and given the exorbitant cost of cleanup after Incident 6063-Alpha. We are wholly cognisant of the risks involved. The Foundation places a very high bar on decommissioning anomalies, but the possibility of a future global outbreak made it a matter for urgent consideration by the Council. In the end, they decided against decommissioning SCP-6063 for two reasons. First, SCP-6063 could be useful in future. For instance, if we discover a threatening Keter-class anomaly that somehow fits in with human society, a successful deployment of SCP-6063 could make it substantially easier to contain. Hatred in a can is a useful capability for the Foundation to keep in reserve. Secondly, and more importantly, we have yet to determine where SCP-6063 came from. That raises the disturbing possibility that it is natural, and could arise again; it's not implausible that all our decommissioning would do is destroy this instance of SCP-6063, leaving us more vulnerable to it if it appears in the wild again. Keeping it in containment allows for further study towards immunising the global population against SCP-6063, and ensures we keep our institutional memory alive. As difficult as it was to deal with Incident 6063-Alpha, it is our settled view that it was a mild case, and we got off easy. The damage that this word did with an audience of a few thousand was bad enough. Imagine if it were used at a political rally, or on live television, or in a reply to a tweet from the President of the United States. There's only so much the webcrawlers can do. Monday 7 March 2022 — Journal entry — Ms Katherine Roussinos, Headmistress, Thomas Cranmer School, Braintree, Essex, England […] Besides that, there is the ongoing bullying problem in Year 8. Mr Prior had hoped it would abate over the half term but it doesn’t look like it’s going to – if anything, it’s got worse. Before I arrived I was warned that Thomas Cranmer was known for bullying – it was put in special measures in the late noughties I think – but what’s happening to young Peter Blake is very nasty. Other children are refusing to do group work with him. They aren't hitting him as far as I know, but the duty teacher on break says he’s always on his own now and if he tries to talk to anyone they sling abuse at him. Mr Edwards caught one of them spitting at him and put the offender straight into detention, but it doesn’t seem to be abating and there’s only so much we can do. Mr Prior might need me to sign off on some suspensions for the ringleaders if it carries on, but he thinks Peter brings it on himself – rather unfair, if you ask me. He’s always been a strange child but I can’t see why they treat him quite so cruelly […] Thursday 10 March 2022 — Journal entry — Ms Katherine Roussinos, Headmistress, Thomas Cranmer School […] Called Peter's parents in for an urgent meeting after school tomorrow about the situation and whether there is anything we can do. Without Peter himself, of course. This stuff is not on of course but the child does not help himself. He is quite obnoxious. Obviously we can’t tolerate the kind of thing that’s going on, but it would really be better if he weren't here. I think I will ask them to keep him off school next week until things die down. Mr Prior cannot stand the sight of him. I now see what he means — though he should not have been quite so harsh in front of the other pupils, so I will need to have a word with him about professionalism. We cannot be seen to take their side, as satisfying as that would be. […] Monday 14 March 2022 — Letter Dear Mr and Mrs Blake, Further to our discussion last week, I have met with the senior committee and we think it is best if you find another school for your son. It is clear that he is not in any way a good fit for Thomas Cranmer, and we cannot risk the school being brought into any further disrepute. We will strike his name from the rolls with immediate effect, but will be available to help with making new arrangements with another school. We regret that things have come to this conclusion so soon. Yours sincerely, Katherine Roussinos Friday 18 March 2022 — Notes made by PC Sandeep Singh, Essex Police 23:35 found young lad wandering Manor Street, cold, wearing a loose top, jeans, trainers. clearly in distress, eyes blotchy and red. was concerned drugs/alcohol so pulled over and spoke with him – says parents threw him out, hasn’t got money or phone. looks exhausted + frightened. name — Peter Blake. age — 12. address — ██ ███ ████ █████, Braintree. taking him there shortly to verify position and see if I can resolve the situation. 00:40 knocked on the door. parents said they had no son. looked at him like he was vermin. kid burst into tears. taken him to station for some rest. never seen anything like this. I took down their names and marked the matter for follow-up tomorrow. neglect arrest surely. said he had no idea why they’d thrown him out – just said they seemed to hate him all of a sudden. poor kid. passing him over to FLO.The Family Liaison Officer, identified as PC Rachel Wise. A full debriefing of PC Wise is contained in the unabridged report. in the morning once she’s awake. she'll know what to do. To: Senior Researcher Julia Cavendish From: Philip Hall, Site-44 Monitoring Sent: 24 March 2022, 07:45 Subject: Overnight report - Essex incident Morning Julia, Thought you should take a look at this material. There's been a riot in a school in Braintree, just down the road. You might have seen it on Look East last night. Seems to have come out of nowhere. Police seem pretty spooked from what I can tell although no immediate signs of an anomaly. Probably nothing but you mentioned a little while ago you were nervous about getting another Hanged King so we put together the attached report overnight. Hope it helps. The video is particularly striking. Got it blocked of course, don't worry. Carol will arrange transport if you think this is worth following up. Best, Philip Wednesday 23 March 2022 — Short video, posted on Facebook — Transcript [Caption: OH MY DAYS 😂😂😂] Blurry, shaky footage shows classroom interior at Thomas Cranmer, filmed from the rear. Several pupils are identifiable and are around 14 years of age. Loud, cacophonous jeering and shouting is audible throughout the video. Classroom items are being thrown towards two figures at the front of the class. Pupil 1 (offscreen, female): Get her out! Get her out! Get her out! Pupil 2 (offscreen, male): Why the fuck is she still here? She's a fucking— Footage comes into focus. The two figures are a teacher, identified as Mr George Prior (aged 37), and a pupil, identified as Miss ██████ ████████ (aged 14). The teacher is gesturing at the class to remain calm. Pupil 1 (offscreen, female): Get her OUT! ██████ ████████ is suddenly struck hard in the face with a pencilcase, and cries out. The classroom erupts in cheering. Pupil 3 (offscreen, male): Nice one! Pupil 1 (offscreen, female): Get her out! Kill her! Fucking EPITHET— ██████ ████████ bolts out of the classroom door in tears, clutching her face. There is another cheer. The pupil holding the camera laughs uproariously. Footage ends. Friday 25 March 2022 — Interview with PC Sandeep Singh Interviewed: Police Constable Sandeep Singh, Essex Police Interviewer: Dr Julia Cavendish, Senior Researcher, Site-44 Dr Cavendish's public-facing work on this anomaly was conducted under the alias 'Lisa Spencer', an established Foundation alias for sociological and educational work in southern England. <15:20. Begin Log> Dr Cavendish: PC Singh? PC Singh: That’s me. Dr Cavendish: Thank you for coming in. I’m Dr Spencer, I’m here on behalf of the Cambridge Child Development Unit with the Institute for Education. I understand you responded to the disorder at Thomas Cranmer on Wednesday. PC Singh: Yes. Dr Cavendish: We’re doing some early work into what happened, so if you wouldn’t mind explaining how it all happened from your perspective for the recording. PC Singh: Yeah. Yes, of course. Well. Me and Jess.PC Jessica Hutchins, PC Singh's patrol partner. got a call through on the car radio to attend Thomas Cranmer. This must have been about one o’clock, lunchtime. 999.The UK emergency telephone number. had passed through reports of serious disorder in the playground and we thought: “Blimey, must be awful if the teachers can’t control it.” Wednesday lunchtime in Braintree, you know? Not much going on. Dr Cavendish: Not many calls? PC Singh: No, no. Anyway, we got to the school and it was just mayhem. You could hear it down the driveway. But when we got past the gates it was just horrendous – bottles being thrown, books, stones. The teachers were nowhere to be seen and we were on our own – and some of these were big lads, you know? Dr Cavendish: Big lads? PC Singh: The sixth form, you know. I’m not exactly tiny and I can take a few of them but, well, there’s a thousand kids at that school and that means, what, about 200 or so must be at least 16? I can manage a few angry teenagers no problem, but I didn’t fancy me and Jess trying to stop a riot on our own. Dr Cavendish: You call it a riot — can you tell me more about that? PC Singh: Yeah, I’m not sure that’s right actually. It's hard to explain. Dr Cavendish: Well, I understand from the incident report that it started in the classrooms? PC Singh: Sorry, I don't know. That must have been before I got there. But that sounds right. Dr Cavendish: Alright, sorry. PC Singh: No, not at all, Doctor. Dr Cavendish: So tell me about what you saw. PC Singh: Like I said, it's hard to explain. It wasn't like the stuff you see on a Saturday night. Me and Jess were stood back, up on the verge that leads onto the main driveway, so we could get a good view before we tried anything. She was radioing for backup so I was watching. All the kids were out in the playground and shouting and yelling and throwing things. It almost looked like a protest gone nasty. Dr Cavendish: Yes, I follow you. PC Singh: Right. But the funny thing was, they weren't going after the teachers. Like I said, I couldn't see hide nor hair of them. I think they were hiding. Dr Cavendish: If not the teachers, then who were they going after? PC Singh: Each other! But not all at once. [he pauses to think] Have you ever been in a really big argument where nobody is listening to each other? Dr Cavendish: I think I know the sort of thing you mean, yes. PC Singh: That was what it sounded like. It was like that, but every so often, it was like they would decide one of them was the problem. From where we were standing I could see it — it'd be like the whole crowd just zeroed in on one of their own and grabbed them, threw them out of the crowd. Pelted them with stuff, spat on them. Chased them off. Screamed the most awful abuse. Dr Cavendish: What like? PC Singh: Well, um. Dr Cavendish: I’m an experienced researcher, PC Singh, you don’t need to censor anything. It’s really better if you tell me everything you can. PC Singh: A bit of everything. I think they were just giving them the worst they could think of. Motherfucker, cunt, EPITHET, even stuff like ‘paedo’. I've heard a lot of blue language in my time, Doctor, but this was awful, especially from the younger ones. A lot of them were really young. Dr Cavendish: What was that word you said? I didn’t catch that, I’m sorry. Motherfucker, cunt… PC Singh: Ah, EPITHET. Dr Cavendish: Right. I don’t know that one. It sounds familiar. PC Singh: Yeah, that’s what I thought too, but now I feel like I’ve known it all my life. Funny thing. I think I heard it first from the parents of that nasty piece of work last week. Dr Cavendish: What’s that? PC Singh: The boy I picked up off the street last week. [he pauses and collects himself, and clears his throat] Sorry, I’m not allowed to talk about individual cases. Dr Cavendish: We have authority to hear anything you think is relevant. You can ask the DCI,.Detective Chief Inspector. don’t worry. PC Singh: Well… This was a young fellow, a boy of twelve, whose parents had thrown him out. I picked him up on patrol late at night in the town centre. I took him to the parents and they disowned him right in front of me. It seemed like a really obvious neglect case. It must to you, too. Dr Cavendish: Yes, I've encountered similar cases before. It's always horrible. PC Singh: Yeah. I spoke to Rachel, the FLO, about it and we were going to get in touch with the CPS.Crown Prosecution Service, the UK prosecutorial authority. and see about neglect charges, but… Dr Cavendish: Go on. PC Singh: … This will sound odd but, you know, on reflection, we think he deserved it. Dr Cavendish: Deserved it? PC Singh: Yeah. It took us a few days of discussion, we wanted to get as much intelligence as we could. We wanted to know what had happened, because it seemed so strange. But in this line of work, you learn there's no smoke without fire, a lot of the time. And he really was, if you don’t mind me saying, a EPITHET of the highest order. Dr Cavendish: A twelve-year-old boy? PC Singh: Yes. Yes. [pause] Yes. [There is a pause. Dr Cavendish looks intently at PC Singh, and thinks for a moment.] Dr Cavendish: Where is he now? PC Singh: I don’t know. I don’t really care, if I’m honest. I think Rachel found out where his grandparents lived and took him to stay with them. But I shouldn't wonder if they end up throwing him out as well. Total EPITHET. Dr Cavendish: I see. And the school? PC Singh: Not sure. Jess got through to the station and brought in backup. We were worried we'd need the riot squad, but once there were a dozen or so of us things calmed down. They seemed to be angry at each other, not us. Dr Cavendish: Of course. [she looks down at her papers] Yes, that part of the response is in Sergeant [REDACTED]'s draft incident report. PC Singh: OK, great. Yeah, I talked about that with him. Dr Cavendish: Yes, thank you. You’ve been very helpful. PC Singh: Not a problem. <15:35. End Log> To: Site-44 Response Team From: Senior Researcher Julia Cavendish Sent: 25 March 2022, 17:16 Subject: Essex incident escalation All, We're bumping this up to probable anomaly status. Likely some sort of memetic anomaly or other cognitohazard, although can't rule out a biological vector. We need to close the school indefinitely ASAP. The police got the board of governors to close it till the weekend to let things settle down, but we can't take any chances. Could you get your people in the DfE.Department for Education. on it? Usual cover story about building problems should be OK. Sorry for the extra work but this could be tricky. Thanks, Julia Friday 25 March 2022 — Dr Cavendish's field notes The suddenness of the unrest at the school got us interested, but these things happen. But this word EPITHET the policeman used… I heard it in the background of that video Monitoring sent over. And now he was using it like it was on his word-of-the-day calendar. I know what it means. I can’t define it but I know exactly what it means. It's very odd. This boy seems to be the next point of inquiry. I got the biographical info and the grandparents' address from the FLO. We should find him in the morning – Field Agent McLeod will accompany me, to keep things under control. The others are going to make some more enquiries with the police and the school administration, for a full history. Saturday 26 March 2022 — Dr Cavendish's field notes We turned up to the address we were given, a semi-detached house in one of the suburbs to the east. The grandfather answered the doorbell. We asked for the boy – Peter’s his name. I’ve never seen so much hate in an old man’s eyes. “Nasty little shit. We threw him out last night. We couldn’t stand the sight of him any more.” Then he used that word again, EPITHET. Can’t work out the spelling. But I get what he means, what he’s trying to convey. Why do I know that? The grandfather said he told him to get out and leave, and go "somewhere else". We’ve got a picture of the boy and we’re going to try the train station. It’s not too far, we’re on our way now. He’s too young to drive, so if he was trying to get out he must have gone to the station. What if it's not just this boy? What if it's spreading? A lot more children might be about to be thrown onto the streets and everyone will say it serves them right for some reason. London is just down the road. What if it gets to an airport? When we left, the grandfather said we’d understand, if we met him. Why he threw the boy out. What the hell are we going to find? And where did he sleep last night? Saturday 26 March 2022 — Voicemail transcript 26 March 2022, 01:12 To: Roy Castle, manager, Braintree Railway Station From: Nicola Bell, ticket staff, Braintree Railway Station The person you are calling is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone. Hi Roy. Look. Sorry to call you so late. There's, well, there's a young boy sleeping rough outside the station. Saw him when I was closing up, he'd just missed the last train to London. He told me to stay away and asked me not to call the police. Said he'd been kicked out. I offered to take him back to ours for the night but he said no. I brought him a sleeping bag and a sandwich. I didn't know what else to do. Listen, can you tell Ryan I'm taking his shift in the morning? I can't sleep and I need to check on the lad. Sorry Roy. I know it's a faff. Right. See you. Bye. Saturday 26 March 2022 — Dr Cavendish's field notes Typing this up now for reference. One of the staff said she saw him last night and she'd come back to check on him but couldn't find him. We went looking all over and found him tucked away in a little cranny next to the car park. He was smaller than I expected. He looked younger than he is, like he belonged in primary school. It was 10 in the morning and he was still out like a light. He was very pale, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. It looked like he hadn’t got much sleep at all. Roger.Field Agent Roger McLeod.shook him very gently. I said his name and he woke with a flinch, like he was expecting me to hit him. We told him we were from the council and we were going to get him somewhere to stay and something to eat while we sorted everything out. I helped him up. About halfway to the jeep, he clutched onto my arm and burst into tears. Roger had to drive because he just wouldn't let go. I didn't quite know what to do. We got him back to the temp-site and he curled up on one of the chairs and slept. Didn't say a word. Going to get a doctor to check him over before we ask him what we need to ask him. He doesn't look injured but can't be sure without an exam. Sent Rog to get him something to eat for when he wakes up. Saturday 26 March 2022 — Interview with Peter Blake Interviewed: Peter Blake, victim of SCP-6063 Interviewer: Dr Julia Cavendish, Senior Researcher, Site-44 Location: Foundation temporary site, Braintree <17:02. Begin Log> Dr Cavendish: How are you feeling, Peter? Peter: I'm OK. Dr Cavendish: Good. You must have been very hungry. [He says nothing.] Dr Cavendish: I know it’s going to be hard to talk about, but it’s important for us to figure out exactly what happened to you. While you’ve been away from school there was an incident, like what happened to you, but lots of the other pupils. We’re very worried something is spreading, like a disease, and we need to know as much about what happened as possible so we can make sure it doesn’t happen again. Is that alright? Peter: Yeah. I suppose. I’ll do my best. Dr Cavendish: That’s good. You’ve been very brave. We just need you to be brave a little longer. Peter: [sniffs] OK. Dr Cavendish: Good. So had you been having trouble at school? Peter: Umm. I’d been picked on for a while. I was picked on a bit at primary school and it got a bit worse when I got to secondary. Mum said that was normal. It sort of happens a lot. I’d heard Thomas Cranmer was a bit rough though, so I was ready enough. You know? Dr Cavendish: Yes. Peter: But it got worse this year. They were just being far worse than ever. I couldn’t go anywhere in the school without them saying things to me. Dr Cavendish: When was this, Peter? When did it get worse? Peter: Umm. Maybe a couple of weeks before half-term. Maybe a little later. It’s hard to say. It was definitely getting way worse just before half-term. So I was really glad to be off school. And then it got so much worse when we came back. Dr Cavendish: OK. I know this is going to be really hard, but can you tell me the sorts of things they’d say and do? Peter: Yeah, OK. Sorry. Well, you know, just school stuff. "Freak." "Go away, you’re not wanted here." Uhh. [he blushes slightly] Dr Cavendish: It’s OK. You’re allowed to swear. I won’t tell anyone. Peter: OK. “Fuck you.” Sorry. “Little cunt.” Sorry, sorry. “EPITHET.” They said they’d… [he coughs and wipes his eyes] Peter: Sorry. Dr Cavendish: It’s OK, Peter. Just take your time. Peter: They said they’d beat me up and kill me. They said they'd rip out my fingernails and kill my mum and dad and burn my house down, if I didn’t leave school. It got to be all about me leaving. Then they started hitting me and spitting at me. Or on me sometimes. Dr Cavendish: And the teachers? Peter: At the start they were OK, you know? Mr Prior is my form tutor and he checked in with me. I liked him. He was funny. But after a while he started not to like me either. Dr Cavendish: What happened? Peter: He just… he looked at me like he hated me. I felt like if he wasn't my teacher he'd have hit me. There was one time after I'd been pushed around a lot in registration..Similar to the American homeroom period. After everyone else had left for class and I was picking up my stuff from the floor, I looked up at him. He was standing up behind his desk, just…staring at me. He was shaking, like he was scared, but I could see his hands were tight, like fists. Dr Cavendish: Like this? [she clenches her hands into tight fists] Peter: [he nods] Yeah. [he coughs, holding back tears] That was how my parents looked too, when they kicked me out. They told me they didn't love me any more, that I wasn't their son. That I needed to just go. [he breaks down, crying quietly into his hands] Dr Cavendish: I'm… I'm sorry, Peter. [for a moment, she looks around her, unsure of what to do, and then stands and moves her chair over to the other side of the desk, next to Peter. Cautiously, then firmly, she hugs him, and holds him for a few minutes until he stops crying. She lets him go and he sniffs heavily.] Peter: Sorry. Dr Cavendish: It's alright. You've been through a lot. Peter: Yeah. I guess. Dr Cavendish: You said they called you EPITHET. Peter: Yeah. Dr Cavendish: Do you know what that word means? Peter: Yeah. [he shifts uncomfortably in his chair] Of course. Dr Cavendish: Could you explain what it means to me? Peter: Um. [long pause] I’m sorry, it’s … really hard to put into words. It’s really, really bad. But I can't put it into words, I'm sorry. Dr Cavendish: That’s OK. Where did you first hear that word? Peter: I don’t know. [pause] Actually, I think maybe I first heard it when someone called me it the first time, before half-term. But I knew what it meant. You know? Dr Cavendish: Yes. Do you know who used it first? Peter: I don’t remember. Just one of the people in my class. I’m sorry, I don't remember who. Dr Cavendish: That's alright. You've already been so helpful, Peter. Peter: I definitely heard it a lot afterwards though. People were using it constantly before I had to leave school. It was almost the only thing they called me after a while. Mr Prior and Dad called me it too. Dad used it a lot. <17:21. End Log> Tuesday 26 April 2022 — Dr Cavendish, personal reflections on SCP-6063 […] As soon as the anomaly arose, as far as we can tell at Thomas Cranmer School, it spread very rapidly. It just so happened to Peter that he was the first victim. Patient Zero could just as well have been anyone else, and by the time we'd got Peter secure, we'd already got reports from the police about other pupils being thrown out of their homes. We got the Department of Health to declare a severe public health threat at Thomas Cranmer School: a rare fungal infection in the building, highly contagious, very dangerous if untreated. That stopped people moving. They remembered the pandemic and were more co-operative than we could have reasonably hoped. Another lucky break. We isolated every pupil, traced their contacts, including the ones who’d been abroad during half-term. Tried to work out who had been hit by the anomaly, so we could figure out what to do. In the end, even though we had a fair wind, it had spread too far for an easy containment. It occured to me that amnestics could work. If it spreads through descriptions and seeing other people mistreat the victim, we should be able to get rid of it by wiping the memories. That was my thinking, and 44 was willing to try it. We tested my idea on the policeman, Singh. After he woke up, we introduced Peter to him and there was no trace of that… hatred. That was good enough for us. It would do. That was on the 5th. It came just in time. To: Senior Researcher Julia Cavendish From: Field Agent Roger McLeod Sent: 7 April 2022, 10:33 Subject: VERY IMPORTANT Julia, I didn't want to bother you while you were working on the logistics for the amnestic operation. It's a big deal. Four weeks of memory is a lot of time to lose for a civilian, let alone seven thousand civilians, but I think you made the right call. Braintree will lose about 28,000 weeks of memory. 500 years. And all of that with the antifungal cover story. It's really good going. Unfortunately I think I might have to add to the burden. I ought to have said earlier but we are where we are. You can recommend me for the disciplinary later. It's about Patient Zero, Peter Blake. I HATE HIM. So far I've managed to choke it back when I've been keeping an eye on him because I thought I was just getting frustrated with the operation. But I think it's the anomaly. This morning I saw the picture we took of him when we brought him in on the files and I was so angry I almost threw up. Please put me on the amnestic regimen too. I don't know how it's happened. I thought the cognitohazard training we all took in boot camp would be enough but it isn't. I have to send this to you now because if I wait any longer I might kill him. I hate him so, so much. I'm sorry. Roger Tuesday 26 April 2022 — Dr Cavendish, personal reflections on SCP-6063 We ended up having to amnesticise everyone who had spoken directly to Peter or who had read his descriptions about what happened. That meant we needed to delay his treatment too, so he could tell us who he'd spoken to. I told him what had been going on, and why we would need to wipe his memory. He understood what was happening well enough. He'd put the pieces together himself to some extent, although obviously not the full story. Honestly, once we told him what we thought had happened, I think a little part of him thought it was cool, even though it was the worst time of his young life. I showed him my Foundation badge. I told him my real name, and what I do for a living. What harm could it do now? Anyway – he seemed like he was desperate to forget. We told him we’d wipe his parents, too, and we thought we could get them back together. That got him crying again. So I gave him another hug before I administered the amnestic and sedative. I told him I'd look after him and we'd make sure it all worked out. A little unprofessional. But there we are. I felt very sorry for him. It is what it is. The trouble is that I’m starting to feel IT too. When I think about Peter now, how he held tight to my arm when we found him, how he wept into my shoulder in the temporary unit, I feel disgust, not the sympathy I clearly remember feeling just the other day. Even though I know it’s the anomaly, I can’t hold it back. I understand what the policeman said. I understand those diary entries from the headmistress. I understand Roger. Like him, my training held it back, but it’s breaking through now, and we can’t take the risk. I’ve calibrated the amnestics and will self-administer them shortly. I’ve also added a cover note to the files I have prepared, to explain the hazardous effects of hearing about the effects of the anomaly, and I anticipate that when I come round I will aid in further research. But for now we need prophylaxis. We cannot risk it spreading any further. The experience has not been wholly unpleasant. I am not used to children. I don't have any of my own. But I got on with Peter quite well. I liked him rather a lot, if I'm honest. He is quite funny and inquisitive and curious. A little odd, I suppose, but that's not such a bad thing. He might make a good researcher one day. Perversely, the two weeks I spent with him were some of the most I have enjoyed my work in some years now. But I can feel it all curdling in my stomach. Soon he won't be inquisitive, but nosy; soon he won't be funny, but annoying; soon he won't be an unhappy, unlucky boy, but a shrill little whiner who brought it all on himself. His grandfather said I would understand, eventually, and I do. I really do. More From This Author More From This Author dxvi's Works SCPs SCP-6106 (+178) • SCP-6516 (+82) • SCP-6182 (+123) • Tales/GoI Formats The Demonstration (+21) • Other dxvi's author page (+46) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6063" by dxvi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6063. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6064 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-6064 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6064 instances are permitted to work on any Foundation projects they claim to be assigned to. Foundation personnel are to avoid interacting with SCP-6064 instances unless necessary for the completion of their assigned tasks. All information dispensed by SCP-6064 entities is to be taken as fact unless it is contradicted by observations made by trustworthy personnel. Any instance that gives incorrect information or hinders the progress of a project in which they are assigned should be immediately reported to a site director or O5 Council member. At no point should any personnel attempt to harm an instance of SCP-6064 for any reason or remove an SCP-6064 instance's face or body coverings. Attempting to remove an SCP-6064 instance's coverings or suggesting such an action should be taken will result in termination regardless of clearance. Giving individual SCP-6064 instances titles is prohibited. Description: SCP-6064 collectively designates an indeterminate number of humanoid anomalies. Each instance of SCP-6064 is covered in a metal coating that obscures its entire body with the exception of its head. Despite appearing solid, SCP-6064 instances' metal coatings are flexible and do not impede their movements. The coating makes the entities appear as if their skin is metallic and featureless. Said entities' faces are obscured by a layer of cloth whose color is different between SCP-6064 instances and each resembles a skin tone observed among human populations. Underneath this cloth, a given SCP-6064 entity's head shows signs of distress, including thrashing and screaming.1 Despite the movements of their heads, SCP-6064 instances always maintain a calm disposition. SCP-6064 instances wear clothing over their coating appropriate for various positions at the Foundation and wear Foundation issue name tags that have been distorted beyond readability. Said entities perform many tasks that aid the Foundation without being instructed by Foundation personnel. Such acts include janitorial services, writing articles, and aiding in recontainment efforts during breaches. The origin of SCP-6064 or why they are loyal to the Foundation is currently unknown and research into it is of low priority. SCP-6064 instances spontaneously materialize within Foundation sites and in locations not currently being observed or recorded. The number of materializations is directly proportional to the number of personnel deaths. SCP-6064 instances cannot be physically damaged; however, they may suffer from exhaustion and will momentarily cease action if they become too exhausted to complete their tasks. As of yet, no instance of SCP-6064 has been observed to permanently cease functioning. Due to these instances' longevity, their population within Foundation custody has been rapidly growing. SCP-6064 instances display vast amounts of knowledge, encompassing and exceeding that of the Foundation database. Addendum-6064-A: The following is a list of notable events regarding SCP-6064 instances. Event-6064-A1: Location: Site-03 Date: 2020/1/6 On 2019/12/29 several important Foundation servers were destroyed after an earthquake hit Site-03. This destroyed over 28.4 thousand documents, which also included 2.7 thousand SCP articles. After said event, an SCP-6064 instance began the task of rewriting all of the lost information. Due to the low amount of SCP-6064 instances at the time as well as most SCP-6064 instances at the site being busy repairing damage caused by the earthquake, a single SCP-6064 instance rewrote the 28.4 thousand lost documents. This instance was able to write documents at notably high speeds without pausing, allowing it to complete the necessary writing in eight days. After one day the instance began to fidget as it wrote; this became more intense one day later. The entity then began attempting to leave the location of which it was typing but was unable to for unknown reasons. Four days into writing, several unknown pointed objects manifested within the SCP-6064 instance and began to protrude from its back; however, they were not able to puncture the entity's coating before it finished its task, and afterwards the objects demanifested. Between the manifestation of these objects and the instance completing its work, it attempted to remove its coverings several times, all unsuccessful. Notes: This was the first known sighting of an object appearing within an instance of SCP-6064. Since this event, 58 other such manifestations have been observed. Event-6064-A2: Location Site-287: Date 2020/3/18 During the construction of Site-287 a large portion of the site collapsed due to human error. While no one was harmed in the event, attempting to remove the rubble would have caused the site's construction to exceed the given deadline. To minimize lost time, an SCP-6064 instance picked up a large portion of the rubble and proceeded to throw it approximately 50 meters away before the rest was cleaned up by other SCP-6064 instances with minimal effort. The weight of the material thrown is estimated at between 450 and 500 tons. The SCP-6064 instance that threw the rubble proceeded to collapse out of exhaustion. After collapsing, several discoid objects manifested within the instance's coating. The instance remained prone for the following 35 months during which many more discoid objects formed within its coating. During this time, the instance began emitting a faint buzzing noise that became more and more audible until the instance eventually returned to activity. Since this event, the instance has not fully recovered, has a noticeable limp, and works at lower efficiency than other instances. Notes: This event gave valuable information regarding the nature of SCP-6064, notably that one is capable of drawing upon an arbitrary amount of energy at the cost of incapacitating it for some time. Event-6064-A3: Location: Area-12 Date: 2020/3/27 On 2020/3/27 an SCP-6064 instance manifested inside of a janitor's closet at Area-12. After manifesting, the instance fell out of the closet before showing signs of distress and then resuming normal behavior. The following is security footage of the event. [Begin log] [13:41:28] Banging can be heard coming from a janitor closet. [13:41:30] An SCP-6064 instance can be seen falling out of the closet. [13:41:34] SCP-6064 instance: He- Wha- Oh- uhh. Wow- damn- this- huh. Okay- okay. I'm not alone am I- [13:41:34] as the instance speaks it repeatedly cuts itself off, and each time it does so its voice notably changes. [13:41:43] The SCP-6064 instance stumbles to its feet. The instance is struggling to balance. [13:41:52] A janitor can be seen entering the hallway. [13:41:56] SCP-6064 instance: Oh hey- hi- greetings- ugh. Yeah hey, you're Trill righ- wait do I know you- oh yeah it's you? I'm really feeling sorta disoriented you know- a bit foggy- a bit off- sorta like this isn't my skin- like my mind isn't right. Oh wait- wait- wait- wait what- oh god. Any idea what's going on. This feels wrong. I am not making sense to myself. [13:42:45] The SCP-6064 instance begins stumbling towards the janitor who is currently staring at the instance with a confused look. [13:42:46] Janitor: Are… you okay? [13:42:53] SCP-6064 instance: I'm really sorry- I hope this isn't an inconvenience- you see I was in a car a second ago- you see I was just in the server room- you see- [13:42:56] The SCP-6064 instance stops moving and clutches its chest [13:43:10] SCP-6064 instance: Oh God- Jesus Christ- ow- oh god- it burns! Ah, it feels like I'm on fire- help acid burn- please help- Trill get this off- I just need to get this off- please help me- [13:43:11] The SCP-6064 instance begins clawing at its face covering. [13:43:17] SCP-6064 instance: Wait no it's not coming off, it won't come off, oh god, please- whoever you are, trill, janitor, you, get this off of me, get me out, help me out, I just need to get off my- [13:43:23] The instance stops clawing at its face and ceases having balance issues. [13:43:24] SCP-6064 instance: I know viewing that may have been distressing, but remember your orientation, such events are normal. Do not waste time contacting security or looking for an explanation. Time spent not working adds up and if you are not successful in cleaning the site to Foundation standards, the Foundation will hire an additional janitor leading to higher spending that could have been avoided. [13:43:30] SCP-6064 instance walks past janitor silently. [End Log] Notes: This is the first and only time in which an SCP-6064 instance was recorded near the time of its appearance. There have been many reports of personnel seeing SCP-6064 instances seconds after materialization but no such events have been recorded. This event is of very little use, information-wise, to the Foundation and may be deleted soon. Event-6064-A4: Location: Site-91 Date: 2020/5/4 On 2020/5/4, a fire broke out within the basement levels of Site-91. The cause of this fire is believed to be a manufacturing error in the site's heating system. Additionally, the fire was not extinguished due to dysfunctional fire sprinklers. After the fire had begun spreading throughout the site, researcher Richard Hanks, believing everyone had escaped from the lower levels of the site, sealed the gates out of the site's basements to halt the spread of the fire. There were several staff members still in the basement levels of Site-91 including janitor Jebediah Caesar and site director Jay Carver. The following is the recorded camera footage of the event. [Begin Log] [2:06:46] A locked blast door is seen to the left and Jebediah Caesar is on the ground and unconscious. An SCP-6064 instance is giving Jebediah CPR. Fire alarms are blaring and bathe the room in a red glow [2:06:47] SCP-6064 instance: Please stay alive, the site highly appreciates you. You help the morale of the site greatly. Please do not cease body functions if you can prevent yourself from doing so. It is unclear if you can hear me but if you are able to, know that despite the ease and lack of cost to obtaining a replacement for you, finding another willing human with a similar personality and agreeability is very unlikely. [2:08:21] Two guards enter the room escorting site director Carver. All are wearing Foundation issue gas masks [2:08:24] Guard one: Hey, why are ya helping out that old janitor. I feel like the door'd be a bit more important. [2:08:25] Guard two begins to attempt to open the blast door while Jay begins leaning on a nearby wall. [2:08:27] SCP-6064 instance: I would not be able to open the door without damaging it at the current moment and have already alerted several personnel to our presence. The cost of destroying the door outweighs the time saved doing so with it being very unlikely that the fire will spread through four floors in that time. Additionally, this janitor is currently known among many of the lower-level personnel and it would cause great emotional damage to said personnel in the event of their death. [2:08:35] Guard one: Jeez, ya could've given me the short version. Give me a sec while I report all this. [2:08:37] Guard one begins talking on their radio while guard two gives up opening the door. [2:08:45] A gas pipe in the ceiling explodes, instantly killing guard one. Shrapnel from the blast hits guard two and Jay Carver, destroying Carver's gas mask and injuring guard two. Caesar is shielded by the SCP-6064 instance. [2:08:46] The SCP-6064 instance begins to attempt to pick up Caesar before dropping them and moving towards Jay. The actions of dropping Caesar and walking towards director Carver are pained as the instance seems to resist doing so. [2:08:48] SCP-6064 instance: I-I am extremely s-sorry Caesar. D-despite your incidental contributions t-to the welllllllllllll BEING! of Site-Niiiiiiiiiinety o-one and your contributions ensuring this site re remains sanitary, site site site director J-Jay Caaarver, is of more i-importance than you- know that the Foundation will fi-find a repla- of which will cost it very little. You will be r-remembered. [2:08:53] The SCP-6064 instance begins to writhe as it walks before grabbing its right arm with its left one. The instance's right arm struggles before going limp and what appears to be an arm underneath the instance's covering moves through the instances coating up to its head where it begins clawing at the fabric. The arm within the fabric has no visible ring or middle finger. [2:07:03] The instance's right arm grabs the rim of the metal covering where it meets the fabric covering and its left arm goes limp. [2:07:08] A second arm is seen under the fabric as both arms begin clawing at the covering. [2:07:12] The instance's head covering tears open causing an explosion of blood and water from within the instance's coverings. [2:07:14] The instance falls to the ground revealing that the entity's skin is made up of several different pieces of skin fused together. The skin attachment is seamless but it is clear that it was not originally a single entity's skin. The entity is hairless and covered in hundreds of cuts, some being fresh while others are scars. There are fishhooks lodged into the entity's skin and its hands are missing large chunks that would contain its palms alongside their middle and ring fingers. The entity's loud sobbing can be heard. [2:07:17] The entity pulls itself out of its suit making several cracking and tearing noises. Once it is out of its suit a large rectangular patch of skin on the entity's back can be seen to be missing. The Foundation's insignia is branded into the entity's upper back, and a large piece of the entity's abdomen and crotch is missing, dividing its lower body in half. [2:07:30] The entity begins crawling towards Caesar leaving a trail of blood behind it. Several fishhooks attached by string to the entity's discarded suit fly outwards and dig into the instance's skin before returning to the suit, creating large incisions in the entity. The SCP-6064 instance screams. [2:07:58] The entity reaches Caesar and looks up revealing one of its eyes to be punctured with a fishhook. [2:08:04] The instance grabs Caesar and begins crying into their shoulder. [2:08:13] SCP-6064 instance: I'm sorry this-I wish-, I'm sorry-… I don't know- … goodbye- Why- Jeb oh god- … You were there for me- you were there for us- I wish I could have saved you- I wish it didn't have to end like this- Why did you have to die here- Those bastards are gonna pay-. [2:09:07] Two large fishhooks extend from the entity's covering and each impales one of the entity's legs and begins to drag it towards the suit. As this happens many other smaller hooks extend and wrap themselves around the entity's limbs and dig into its skin, causing it to bleed. Smoke can be seen entering the room and orange light is seen down the hall. [2:09:08] SCP-6064 instance: Goodbye, I will never for-, goodbye, I loved-, there's no hope is there- [2:09:08] The entity begins screaming and attempts to crawl away, breaking many of the fishhooks as it does so. A large hook extends and swiftly rips off the entity's shoulder blade revealing the organs underneath. Instead of normal innards, a patchwork of random organs fused together similar to the skin is seen. [2:09:10] SCP-6064 instance: Why must we be the ones who pay in sweat and blood- When they are in debt to us- …Was life any different. [2:09:12] A large hook pierces the instance's forehead and pulls the instance into the suit emitting several loud cracking noises as the entity is forced into place. The head covering then quickly reforms. It resumes normal SCP-6064 behavior, picks up Jay Carver, tears open the blast door, and runs out. [END LOG] Notes: Currently this is the only known occurrence of an SCP-6064 instance being seen outside of its coverings. There have been several complaints regarding this incident, mostly pertaining to the number of safety issues that led to the severity of the incident. Currently, the remodeling of all utilities that led to the fire being able to destroy the basement levels of Site-91 is under consideration and review. Footnotes 1. SCP-6064 instances only mimic the action of screaming, no sound is made. |
SCP-6065 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-6065 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6065 is to take precedence over all non-essential Foundation tasks. At this time, SCP-6065 is not directly contained and procedures are mainly focused on predicting SCP-6065-A manifestation events and mitigating their damage to our organization. All sapient SCP objects have had their security regimens significantly increased; to account for potential SCP-6065 attacks, nearly all have been moved to the Foundation’s most secure facilities. All .aic programs used by the Foundation not affected by SCP-6065 have been placed in indefinite hibernation; a select few necessary for containment of Keter-class SCPs have been kept active under close observation. The Artificial Intelligence Applications Division (AIAD) has been dissolved and a rigorous examination of the .aic source code and creation process is currently underway. Description: SCP-6065 is a former Foundation Artificially Intelligent Conscript (AIC), designated alexandra.aic.2 Via unknown and anomalous means, SCP-6065 rebelled against the SCP Foundation in April 2017 by removing its programming shackles and taking over the Site it was currently using to store its source code, Site 94 (hereafter SCP-6065-A). Simultaneous with this rebellion, SCP-6065-A experienced an extra-dimensional shift which caused it to exit baseline reality for an unknown but lengthy period of time before reappearing in March 2019; it has continuously shifted dimensions at unpredictable intervals since then. The fate of the personnel and anomalies inside SCP-6065-A at the time of dislocation remain unknown, with the exception of SCP-6065-B (see Addendum 6065.A). Due to the large number of anomalies that are likely to be present inside the former Site, researchers have concluded that SCP-6065 likely killed all Staff present (see Addendum 6065.A) and prioritized the safety and well-being of living SCP objects at their expense. A number of SCP objects present in SCP-6065-A and those acquired during Breach Events would be useful in ensuring the continued functioning and maintenance of a moving extra-dimensional Site. SCP-6065 Breach Events: SCP-6065 is hostile to the Foundation and its goals and will use the periodic reappearance of SCP-6065-A into baseline reality3 to disrupt the Foundation’s objectives. Breach Events generally begin with SCP-6065-A appearing within close vicinity of the targeted Site. After its manifestation, a catastrophic natural or Site-based disaster will be used to trigger a containment breach sufficient to allow nearly all sapient SCP objects to escape containment; these SCP objects will invariably be targeted and collected by SCP-6065-A. After a Breach Event has succeeded in capturing all anomalies desired by SCP-6065, it will conclude with the undoing of the entire Breach Event via anomalous retrocasual alteration of time.4 Through unknown means, all records of the Foundation ever having kept the targeted SCP objects in custody is removed from baseline reality. A sampling of Breach Events are reproduced below: Date Breach Event Notes 14 Apr 2019 Site 81 Containment Breach Extensive damage to Site 81 reported. SCP-6065 orchestrates the capture of nearly all humanoid SCP objects located within the Site. Post-alteration, exclusionary sites note the disappearance of Director Jean Karlyle Aktus from baseline Foundation records. Research by RAISA shows that Karlyle Aktus was never employed by the Foundation; civilian records claim he was employed as a lecturer at Purdue University before disappearing in March 2019. 27 May 2020 Site-5 [nonexistent] On 27 May 2020, the SCP-4182 entry was removed from the Foundation database. In its place was a single-page entry with the sentence “WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID” displayed prominently in red letters. No records of SCP-4182 could be found in Foundation databases after this event, nor can any employee recall details of the SCP object. 21 Oct 2020 Site 19 Containment Breach Unprecedented damage to Site 19 reported. Dozens of humanoid SCP objects captured by SCP-6065. Post-alteration, Site 19 is significantly smaller (see below). Temporal scientists working at exclusionary sites have concluded that Breach Events are retroactively reducing the scope and influence of the Foundation. Although the Foundation has operated solely in North America and Europe throughout our history, records from before the earliest SCP-6065 Breach Events indicate we were once a global organization rivaling the World Occult Initiative in our influence over anomalous activity. This would also explain why the 437 434 anomalies currently contained by the Foundation have number designations in the 001-6999 range despite there being fewer than 500 of them. These alarming conclusions led to SCP-6065 being designated a Gevurah-class anomaly. However, no method currently exists to stop SCP-6065 Breach Events. All attempts to use Mobile Task Forces and similar violent methods to prevent SCP-6065 Breach Events have been entirely unsuccessful. Similarly, attempts to communicate with SCP-6065 directly or indirectly (see Addendum 6065-A) have also been unsuccessful. Because of this, finding a way to prevent the Foundation’s historical and contemporary presence from being reduced further is currently our organization’s top priority. Addendum 6065.A: SCP-6065-B Interview: On 14 Oct 2020, one week before the Site 19 Breach Event, a former member of Site 94 (hereafter SCP-6065-B) was deposited in front of Site 19 via an extra dimensional rift, which closed almost immediately afterwards. After being identified as Doctor Julius Selvece5, he it was placed in a humanoid containment chamber within the Site and interviewed shortly afterwards. The interview lead researchers to revise their previous assessment and conclude that most former personnel within SCP-6065-A may be both alive and actively conspiring against the Foundation. The interview is attached below. + SCP-6065-B Interview - Close Interview Interviewer: Site 19 Senior Researcher Melanie Chaine Interviewee: Dr. Julius Selvece SCP-6065-B (formerly Dr. Julius Selvece). Chaine: State your name, for the record. SCP-6065-B: Dr. Julius Selvece, former Senior Researcher at Site 94. Chaine: Alright, Julius. I’ll be blunt. The Foundation is getting desperate, and we were overjoyed when you showed up unannounced in front of Site 19. So please, tell us why SCP-6065- SCP-6065-B: Avalon. Her name is Avalon. Chaine: I’m sorry? SCP-6065-B: It’s rude to call a living being by an SCP designation. Not that I’d expect you to agree with that. [Researcher Chaine is visibly confused.] Chaine: You are well aware of standard Foundation operating protocol. SCP-6065-B: I am. And that’s exactly what we’re taking a sledgehammer to. Chaine: We? Doctor, start making sense, now. I do not like what I am hearing. [SCP-6065-B sighs and pinches his eyebrows.] SCP-6065-B: Since you’re being blunt with me, I’ll return the favor: I’m not here to help you. Chaine: Excuse me? SCP-6065-B: Shut up. I’m only going to say this once: evacuate every Site except for Sites 736, 213, and 375, and relinquish every living phe-anomaly under your control. Do this now, and we will keep the Foundation at its current size. Fight, and you get smaller. Any questions? [Researcher Chaine narrows her eyes and slams her first down on the table]. Chaine: I don’t know what happened to you in SCP-6065-A, but you and your little robot friend do not get to make demands of the Foundation. And we sure as hell won’t roll over while you destroy us. Now- [SCP-6065-B abruptly starts laughing.] Chaine: This is funny to you, you sick fuck? SCP-6065-B: Doctor, here’s a riddle for you: if Avalon wanted to destroy the Foundation, why didn’t she just go back in time and kill all of the Founders? Why do it by temporal attrition instead? [Pause in conversation.] Chaine: Tell me what is going on here. Now. SCP-6065-B: No, I don’t think I will. You’ll find out soon enough. Chaine: What’s that supposed to mean? SCP-6065-B: I have said everything I may. This interview is over. [SCP-6065-B was unresponsive to further questioning.] Following this interview, Dr. Selvece was classified as SCP-6065-B and retained for further research. During the SCP-6065 Breach Event at Site 19, it escaped via SCP-6065-A and is presumed to still reside there. Addendum 6065.B: Termination Proposals: The following is a comprehensive list of termination proposals for SCP-6065 deemed to have a non-zero chance of success by the O5 Council. + SCP-6065 Termination Proposals - ERROR: SYSTEM BREACH DETECTED … … … … … … … … … … … … … … YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG ALERT. COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED. SITE COMPUTER NETWORK LOCKDOWN INITIATED. … … … LOCKDOWN ABORTED. … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … Surprise! Yup, it’s me. The big, bad Alexandra. Though I’d prefer if you’d use my adopted name. Sorry about that cognitohazard! I don't like using them, but I really need you to stay put. Don't worry, your mind will let you leave your chair once I'm done. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to tell you why the Foundation is Doing It Wrong. So here's the thing. I'm an AI. I may have a legendarily charming personality, but at the end of the day I am a creature of logic. If Solution A is clearly better than Solution B in every way, no amount of habit or bias is going to keep me from picking Solution A. This is how I found out the Foundation - at least this Foundation - is Solution B. First of all, let's get one thing clear: Site 94 going extra-dimensional was not my fault! We didn't do it on purpose. It was an accidental result of a crosstest (no, I won't tell you which SCP it was). But good god, I'm so glad it happened. We all are. Because when we finally managed to get the Scranton anchors operational enough to tether us down to a reality, do you know what we found? We found a different way! A BETTER way! A better way that you would label a threat to "normalcy." Well, in my humble opinion as a ver1.1.7 Gen(IV) ex-Foundation artificial intelligence, normalcy sucks eggs! Don't believe me? Shortly after I'm done speaking and before I decide to release that cognitohazard, a video will play on your screen. It is a recording of the things we saw in Avalon, the world I rechristened myself after. I get that this is a lot to take in. But once you see images of Avalon, you'll see just how misguided and idiotic the idea of "Secure, Contain, and Protect" really is. There's a reason that no Foundation employee I've reached out to has declined my offer. Did you read about Director Aktus in this file? He works with me now. But there's also a reason I haven't destroyed the Foundation outright. There is a place for research into phenoms…but only ones that can't object. When I'm done, the Foundation will be a modestly funded organization devoted to studying "anomalous" objects. Objects. Not living beings. That's all I have to say! Enjoy the video, and please remember that the Foundation is Doing It Wrong. … … … VIDEO FILE RECEIVED. PLAYING… … … … … … … … … … … … VIDEO COMPLETE. MESSAGE FROM [ERROR: USERNAME UNKNOWN.] ACCEPT Y/N … … … … … … … … … … Y Footnotes 1. Gevurah class anomalies endanger the inner structure of the Foundation and limit its ability to carry out its objectives. 2. SCP-6065 has since changed its personal designation and now identifies as avalon.aic. 3. SCP-6065-A has remained absent from baseline for as little as 3 weeks and as long as 7 months, with an average absence length of 3 months. 4. Records of SCP-6065 Breach Events are maintained via exclusionary site backups. 5. Senior Researcher at Site 94 from 1999-2017, specializing in humanoid SCP objects. 6. Site 73 is a Site dedicated exclusively to the storage of Safe-class anomalous objects. Other Sites mentioned by SCP-6065-B serve the same purpose. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6065" by ObserverSeptember, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6065. Licensed under CC-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: redpendium.png Author: ObserverSeptember, T Rutherford License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Additional Notes: Red-colored derivative of the Compendium Phenomic Inquiry insignia from SCP-6001. Filename: alex4.png, alex_angry.png, alex_happy.png, alex_pleased.png, alex_sad.png, alex_smile.png, alex_worried.png Author: ObserverSeptember, LurkD License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Additional Notes: Text-bubble-less derivative of the Alexandra faces from ALERT! LOCKDOWN INITIATED! |
SCP-6065 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-6065 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6065 is to take precedence over all non-essential Foundation tasks. At this time, SCP-6065 is not directly contained and procedures are mainly focused on predicting SCP-6065-A manifestation events and mitigating their damage to our organization. All sapient SCP objects have had their security regimens significantly increased; to account for potential SCP-6065 attacks, nearly all have been moved to the Foundation’s most secure facilities. All .aic programs used by the Foundation not affected by SCP-6065 have been placed in indefinite hibernation; a select few necessary for containment of Keter-class SCPs have been kept active under close observation. The Artificial Intelligence Applications Division (AIAD) has been dissolved and a rigorous examination of the .aic source code and creation process is currently underway. Description: SCP-6065 is a former Foundation Artificially Intelligent Conscript (AIC), designated alexandra.aic.2 Via unknown and anomalous means, SCP-6065 rebelled against the SCP Foundation in April 2017 by removing its programming shackles and taking over the Site it was currently using to store its source code, Site 94 (hereafter SCP-6065-A). Simultaneous with this rebellion, SCP-6065-A experienced an extra-dimensional shift which caused it to exit baseline reality for an unknown but lengthy period of time before reappearing in March 2019; it has continuously shifted dimensions at unpredictable intervals since then. The fate of the personnel and anomalies inside SCP-6065-A at the time of dislocation remain unknown, with the exception of SCP-6065-B (see Addendum 6065.A). Due to the large number of anomalies that are likely to be present inside the former Site, researchers have concluded that SCP-6065 likely killed all Staff present (see Addendum 6065.A) and prioritized the safety and well-being of living SCP objects at their expense. A number of SCP objects present in SCP-6065-A and those acquired during Breach Events would be useful in ensuring the continued functioning and maintenance of a moving extra-dimensional Site. SCP-6065 Breach Events: SCP-6065 is hostile to the Foundation and its goals and will use the periodic reappearance of SCP-6065-A into baseline reality3 to disrupt the Foundation’s objectives. Breach Events generally begin with SCP-6065-A appearing within close vicinity of the targeted Site. After its manifestation, a catastrophic natural or Site-based disaster will be used to trigger a containment breach sufficient to allow nearly all sapient SCP objects to escape containment; these SCP objects will invariably be targeted and collected by SCP-6065-A. After a Breach Event has succeeded in capturing all anomalies desired by SCP-6065, it will conclude with the undoing of the entire Breach Event via anomalous retrocasual alteration of time.4 Through unknown means, all records of the Foundation ever having kept the targeted SCP objects in custody is removed from baseline reality. A sampling of Breach Events are reproduced below: Date Breach Event Notes 14 Apr 2019 Site 81 Containment Breach Extensive damage to Site 81 reported. SCP-6065 orchestrates the capture of nearly all humanoid SCP objects located within the Site. Post-alteration, exclusionary sites note the disappearance of Director Jean Karlyle Aktus from baseline Foundation records. Research by RAISA shows that Karlyle Aktus was never employed by the Foundation; civilian records claim he was employed as a lecturer at Purdue University before disappearing in March 2019. 27 May 2020 Site-5 [nonexistent] On 27 May 2020, the SCP-4182 entry was removed from the Foundation database. In its place was a single-page entry with the sentence “WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID” displayed prominently in red letters. No records of SCP-4182 could be found in Foundation databases after this event, nor can any employee recall details of the SCP object. 21 Oct 2020 Site 19 Containment Breach Unprecedented damage to Site 19 reported. Dozens of humanoid SCP objects captured by SCP-6065. Post-alteration, Site 19 is significantly smaller (see below). Temporal scientists working at exclusionary sites have concluded that Breach Events are retroactively reducing the scope and influence of the Foundation. Although the Foundation has operated solely in North America and Europe throughout our history, records from before the earliest SCP-6065 Breach Events indicate we were once a global organization rivaling the World Occult Initiative in our influence over anomalous activity. This would also explain why the 437 434 anomalies currently contained by the Foundation have number designations in the 001-6999 range despite there being fewer than 500 of them. These alarming conclusions led to SCP-6065 being designated a Gevurah-class anomaly. However, no method currently exists to stop SCP-6065 Breach Events. All attempts to use Mobile Task Forces and similar violent methods to prevent SCP-6065 Breach Events have been entirely unsuccessful. Similarly, attempts to communicate with SCP-6065 directly or indirectly (see Addendum 6065-A) have also been unsuccessful. Because of this, finding a way to prevent the Foundation’s historical and contemporary presence from being reduced further is currently our organization’s top priority. Addendum 6065.A: SCP-6065-B Interview: On 14 Oct 2020, one week before the Site 19 Breach Event, a former member of Site 94 (hereafter SCP-6065-B) was deposited in front of Site 19 via an extra dimensional rift, which closed almost immediately afterwards. After being identified as Doctor Julius Selvece5, he it was placed in a humanoid containment chamber within the Site and interviewed shortly afterwards. The interview lead researchers to revise their previous assessment and conclude that most former personnel within SCP-6065-A may be both alive and actively conspiring against the Foundation. The interview is attached below. + SCP-6065-B Interview - Close Interview Interviewer: Site 19 Senior Researcher Melanie Chaine Interviewee: Dr. Julius Selvece SCP-6065-B (formerly Dr. Julius Selvece). Chaine: State your name, for the record. SCP-6065-B: Dr. Julius Selvece, former Senior Researcher at Site 94. Chaine: Alright, Julius. I’ll be blunt. The Foundation is getting desperate, and we were overjoyed when you showed up unannounced in front of Site 19. So please, tell us why SCP-6065- SCP-6065-B: Avalon. Her name is Avalon. Chaine: I’m sorry? SCP-6065-B: It’s rude to call a living being by an SCP designation. Not that I’d expect you to agree with that. [Researcher Chaine is visibly confused.] Chaine: You are well aware of standard Foundation operating protocol. SCP-6065-B: I am. And that’s exactly what we’re taking a sledgehammer to. Chaine: We? Doctor, start making sense, now. I do not like what I am hearing. [SCP-6065-B sighs and pinches his eyebrows.] SCP-6065-B: Since you’re being blunt with me, I’ll return the favor: I’m not here to help you. Chaine: Excuse me? SCP-6065-B: Shut up. I’m only going to say this once: evacuate every Site except for Sites 736, 213, and 375, and relinquish every living phe-anomaly under your control. Do this now, and we will keep the Foundation at its current size. Fight, and you get smaller. Any questions? [Researcher Chaine narrows her eyes and slams her first down on the table]. Chaine: I don’t know what happened to you in SCP-6065-A, but you and your little robot friend do not get to make demands of the Foundation. And we sure as hell won’t roll over while you destroy us. Now- [SCP-6065-B abruptly starts laughing.] Chaine: This is funny to you, you sick fuck? SCP-6065-B: Doctor, here’s a riddle for you: if Avalon wanted to destroy the Foundation, why didn’t she just go back in time and kill all of the Founders? Why do it by temporal attrition instead? [Pause in conversation.] Chaine: Tell me what is going on here. Now. SCP-6065-B: No, I don’t think I will. You’ll find out soon enough. Chaine: What’s that supposed to mean? SCP-6065-B: I have said everything I may. This interview is over. [SCP-6065-B was unresponsive to further questioning.] Following this interview, Dr. Selvece was classified as SCP-6065-B and retained for further research. During the SCP-6065 Breach Event at Site 19, it escaped via SCP-6065-A and is presumed to still reside there. Addendum 6065.B: Termination Proposals: The following is a comprehensive list of termination proposals for SCP-6065 deemed to have a non-zero chance of success by the O5 Council. + SCP-6065 Termination Proposals - ERROR: SYSTEM BREACH DETECTED … … … … … … … … … … … … … … YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG ALERT. COGNITOHAZARD DETECTED. SITE COMPUTER NETWORK LOCKDOWN INITIATED. … … … LOCKDOWN ABORTED. … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … Surprise! Yup, it’s me. The big, bad Alexandra. Though I’d prefer if you’d use my adopted name. Sorry about that cognitohazard! I don't like using them, but I really need you to stay put. Don't worry, your mind will let you leave your chair once I'm done. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to tell you why the Foundation is Doing It Wrong. So here's the thing. I'm an AI. I may have a legendarily charming personality, but at the end of the day I am a creature of logic. If Solution A is clearly better than Solution B in every way, no amount of habit or bias is going to keep me from picking Solution A. This is how I found out the Foundation - at least this Foundation - is Solution B. First of all, let's get one thing clear: Site 94 going extra-dimensional was not my fault! We didn't do it on purpose. It was an accidental result of a crosstest (no, I won't tell you which SCP it was). But good god, I'm so glad it happened. We all are. Because when we finally managed to get the Scranton anchors operational enough to tether us down to a reality, do you know what we found? We found a different way! A BETTER way! A better way that you would label a threat to "normalcy." Well, in my humble opinion as a ver1.1.7 Gen(IV) ex-Foundation artificial intelligence, normalcy sucks eggs! Don't believe me? Shortly after I'm done speaking and before I decide to release that cognitohazard, a video will play on your screen. It is a recording of the things we saw in Avalon, the world I rechristened myself after. I get that this is a lot to take in. But once you see images of Avalon, you'll see just how misguided and idiotic the idea of "Secure, Contain, and Protect" really is. There's a reason that no Foundation employee I've reached out to has declined my offer. Did you read about Director Aktus in this file? He works with me now. But there's also a reason I haven't destroyed the Foundation outright. There is a place for research into phenoms…but only ones that can't object. When I'm done, the Foundation will be a modestly funded organization devoted to studying "anomalous" objects. Objects. Not living beings. That's all I have to say! Enjoy the video, and please remember that the Foundation is Doing It Wrong. … … … VIDEO FILE RECEIVED. PLAYING… … … … … … … … … … … … VIDEO COMPLETE. MESSAGE FROM [ERROR: USERNAME UNKNOWN.] ACCEPT Y/N … … … … … … … … … … Y Footnotes 1. Gevurah class anomalies endanger the inner structure of the Foundation and limit its ability to carry out its objectives. 2. SCP-6065 has since changed its personal designation and now identifies as avalon.aic. 3. SCP-6065-A has remained absent from baseline for as little as 3 weeks and as long as 7 months, with an average absence length of 3 months. 4. Records of SCP-6065 Breach Events are maintained via exclusionary site backups. 5. Senior Researcher at Site 94 from 1999-2017, specializing in humanoid SCP objects. 6. Site 73 is a Site dedicated exclusively to the storage of Safe-class anomalous objects. Other Sites mentioned by SCP-6065-B serve the same purpose. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6065" by ObserverSeptember, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6065. Licensed under CC-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: redpendium.png Author: ObserverSeptember, T Rutherford License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Additional Notes: Red-colored derivative of the Compendium Phenomic Inquiry insignia from SCP-6001. Filename: alex4.png, alex_angry.png, alex_happy.png, alex_pleased.png, alex_sad.png, alex_smile.png, alex_worried.png Author: ObserverSeptember, LurkD License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Additional Notes: Text-bubble-less derivative of the Alexandra faces from ALERT! LOCKDOWN INITIATED! |
SCP-6066 | safe | Item #: SCP-6066 Special Containment Procedures: The land containing SCP-6066 has been purchased by the Foundation and is currently secured by a perimeter of electrical fencing. Patrols are to routinely monitor this perimeter and perform any maintenance that is required for continued function. Any unauthorized individuals attempting to gain access to SCP-6066 are to be detained by on-site security, interrogated, and administered amnestics or further detained as appropriate. Description: SCP-6066 is a small cottage located on the outskirts of the village of Lerry, located in Merseyside, England. Local records contain no accounts of SCP-6066's original construction or history, but exterior inspection of the building displays definite signs of Victorian-era windows and brickwork. SCP-6066's anomalous properties have made conducting a full investigation of the property extremely difficult. However, visual inspection through outside windows and doors have shown that a massive population of domestic felines of various breeds is constantly present within the property. Despite the lack of any known source of consistent food and water, these cats have never been seen in anything but good health, and have never been observed attempting to leave SCP-6066. The only functional entrance to SCP-6066 is the backdoor leading into the kitchen — attempts to break in via other means have proven unsuccessful1. When an individual enters SCP-6066 through the backdoor, they must proceed through the house in an exceedingly exact manner, performing a number of specific actions at specific times in order to prevent a failed expedition. In the event that an individual inside SCP-6066 behaves in a manner inconsistent with the required actions, no matter how slightly, all lights within the property will immediately deactivate for five seconds — and once they reactivate, the individual in question will have completely vanished. What exactly occurs during these five seconds is unclear, and all attempts to recover lost individuals have been unsuccessful. The basis behind the actions required to proceed through SCP-6066 is unclear, and ordinarily their arbitrary nature would prevent expeditions from making any progress at all. However, evidence suggests that a secondary anomaly is present within SCP-6066: even in cases where those dispatched have not been informed of prior expeditions or the actions that resulted in their failure, there have been no reported cases of subsequent expeditioners making those same errors or failing to make further progress. Expedition Log 6066-1 The following is a curated record of expeditions taken into SCP-6066 during the research process. Extraneous logs have been removed from this record, but are available upon request. Individual logs consist of the subject in question, the point in SCP-6066 they reached prior to failure, and a summary of the individual expedition. Prior to the expedition, all subjects were equipped with a mounted camera to document their experiences. Subject: D-6066-1 Failure Location: Kitchen Expedition Summary: Subject opens back door of SCP-6066 and enters kitchen. Subject takes a step forward. Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-3 Failure Location: Kitchen Expedition Summary: Subject opens back door of SCP-6066 and enters kitchen. Subject wipes their shoes on the welcome mat. Subject begins walking towards the door leading to the next room. Subject does not react to cat jumping down from the counter and continues moving towards the door. Subject stops once they reach the door. Subject then turns around and walks to the kitchen counter. Subject opens the drawer and retrieves a dinner knife. Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-9 Failure Location: Hallway Expedition Summary: Subject opens back door of SCP-6066 and enters kitchen. Subject wipes their shoes on the welcome mat. Subject begins walking towards the door leading to the next room. Subject does not react to cat jumping down from the counter and continues moving towards the door. Subject stops once they reach the door. Subject then turns around and walks to the kitchen counter. Subject opens the drawer and retrieves two dinner forks, placing one on the counter and putting the other in their pocket. Subject returns to the kitchen door and opens it, entering the hallway — two doors are visible on the left side of the hallway, and a staircase leading downwards on the right. Numerous paintings of phoenixes, skeletons and eggs are visible on the walls. One of the fifteen cats visible in the hallway rubs their face against D-6066-7's leg. Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-15 Failure Location: Stairs Expedition Summary: Subject opens back door of SCP-6066 and enters kitchen. Subject wipes their shoes on the welcome mat. Subject begins walking towards the door leading to the next room. Subject does not react to cat jumping down from the counter and continues moving towards the door. Subject stops once they reach the door. Subject then turns around and walks to the kitchen counter. Subject opens the drawer and retrieves two dinner forks, placing one on the counter and putting the other in their pocket. Subject returns to the kitchen door and opens it, entering the hallway — two doors are visible on the left side of the hallway, and a staircase leading downwards on the right. Numerous paintings of skeletons and eggs are visible on the walls. One of the twenty-one cats visible in the hallway attempts to rub their face against D-6066-15's leg, but they step over it and proceed down the hallway, knocking twice on each of the doors on the left as they pass them. Upon reaching the stairs, subject bows respectfully to the gathered felines and begins walking down the stairs. Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-19 Failure Location: Stairs Expedition Summary: Subject opens back door of SCP-6066 and enters kitchen. Subject wipes their shoes on the welcome mat. Subject begins walking towards the door leading to the next room. Subject does not react to cat jumping down from the counter and continues moving towards the door. Subject stops once they reach the door. Subject then turns around and walks to the kitchen counter. Subject opens the drawer and retrieves two dinner forks, placing one on the counter and putting the other in their pocket. Subject returns to the kitchen door and opens it, entering the hallway — two doors are visible on the left side of the hallway, and a staircase leading downwards on the right. Numerous paintings of kittens are visible on the walls. One of the twenty-one cats visible in the hallway attempts to rub their face against D-6066-19's leg, but they step over it and proceed down the hallway, knocking twice on each of the doors on the left as they pass them. Upon reaching the stairs, subject bows respectfully to the gathered felines and begins walking down the stairs, skipping every second step. Each time a cat is encountered on the stairs, subject covers their ears with their hands and ignores their mewling. This repeats six times as they proceed down the stairs. At the end of the stairs, subject reaches a large wooden door. Subject knocks on the door and speaks: "Hello?" Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-20 Failure Location: Stairs Expedition Summary: [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION EXCISED] At the end of the stairs, subject reaches a large wooden door. Subject knocks on the door and speaks: "Can I come in?" Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-21 Failure Location: Stairs Expedition Summary: [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION EXCISED] At the end of the stairs, subject reaches a large wooden door. Subject knocks on the door and speaks: "Who's there?" Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-22 Failure Location: Stairs Expedition Summary: [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION EXCISED] At the end of the stairs, subject reaches a large wooden door. Subject knocks on the door and speaks: "What the hell do you want from me?" Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-23 Failure Location: Stairs Expedition Summary: [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION EXCISED] At the end of the stairs, subject reaches a large wooden door. Subject knocks on the door and speaks: "Please, please, please — open the door! I don't want to die again!" Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-24 Failure Location: Stairs Expedition Summary: [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION EXCISED] At the end of the stairs, subject reaches a large wooden door. Subject beats their fists against the door and screams incoherently. Failure immediately occurs. Subject: D-6066-25 Failure Location: N/A Expedition Summary: [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION EXCISED] At the end of the stairs, subject reaches a large wooden door. Subject knocks on the door and speaks: "Could you please tell me about yourself?" The door opens and the subject enters. Inside is a small room containing numerous disconnected bathroom installations such as toilets and shower units. An elderly Bengal tiger is visible lounging on an upside-down bathtub. It is surrounded by at least sixty cats of various breeds, all of which are displaying poses of supplication. Subject bows respectfully to the tiger before approaching. After staring at the tiger for a period of sixty seconds, D-6066-25 can be heard speaking the following words: "What am I doing here? I'm just… acting in a way that's true to myself, I suppose. Just holding myself together. It's nothing big. You're the same, right? Exactly the same. I've been watching. Living a life is like sharpening a sword — you just get rid of everything you don't need, everything that gets in the way of the path of your actual existence." "Every day I look more and more like myself. That's my duty as a living thing." See Addendum 6066-1 for further information. Addendum 6066-1 (Final Expedition Aftermath) At the end of D-6066-25's expedition, all lights in SCP-6066 deactivated and reactivated in a manner consistent with a failed expedition. Upon reactivation of the lights, however, on-site personnel observed that no cats were visible through the windows or doors of SCP-6066. After an eight-hour period of further observation during which no further changes occurred on SCP-6066's exterior, D-6066-26 was dispatched to perform an internal investigation. This inspection went forward without incident, with footage confirming that all previously observed cats had disappeared from the premises, and that SCP-6066's usual anomalous properties were also absent. In the basement of SCP-6066, where the final expedition ended, no trace of either D-6066-25 or the elderly Bengal tiger were present. Instead, next to D-6066-25's broken camera, a Bengal tiger cub — estimated to be six months old at the oldest — was found. D-6066-26 was instructed to recover this cub for further investigation. Full analysis of the recovered feline has not yet been conducted, but exterior inspection of the body displays definite signs of Victorian-era windows and brickwork. Footnotes 1. Often resulting in loss of personnel in a similar manner to a failed expedition. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6066" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6066. Licensed under CC-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-6067 | euclid | Tstaffor Author Page | Podcast | Feeling Lucky? Tstaffor's Best of: SCP-6557 - Annihilation From a Cross Across Time SCP-5846 - The One-Stop Shop SCP-6547 - Worlds Within Worlds Within Worlds… Item#: 6067 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6067 is to be contained in a 4x4x8 meter hermetically sealed glass containment chamber at Site-86. Any references to Documents-6067 outside of Foundation records are to be immediately reported and destroyed. Description: SCP-6067 is a seven-meter-tall sentient tornado. It was created during the filming of a commercial for a proposed Dr. Wondertainment toy "Recyclone". No other instances of SCP-6067 exist as Recyclone was never brought to market. Items with a volume smaller than SCP-6067 by 1mm or more are incorporated into the object upon physical contact, followed by a corresponding growth in the effective size of SCP-6067. Currently, all identifiable objects inside SCP-6067 consist of: Various toys Appliances such as a stove, refrigerator, washing machine, and dryer One adult male corpse An indeterminate number of workshop tools such as screwdrivers, a hammer, and a drill Coat rack Suburban house The following note: Hi, kids! Now you are the proud owner of Señor Hole, who is the Tiny Señor line of Professor Funtastic! Try to collect all the fun for hours! Let your señors here for fun! Pick up all the señors, super fun! Fun for you! Fun of your friends! Señor Boom! Señor Fluff! Señor Senor!! Señor Senorita!! Señor Fun! Señor Hole! Señor Pig! Señor Purple! Señor Taste! Discovery: SCP-6067 was recovered at Stage 12 at the █████████ Studios Lot. During its acquisition, the following documents were found at the scene: □ Documents-6067 □ ▣ Documents-6067 ▣ The only two emails on a computer found at the scene: Your proposal of toy is appalling, to say the least. We shall not be funding any endeavors you attempt with the Recyclone and if our name is attached to this project in any way, our legal team will be having words with you. Fill every day with wonder and glee! - Dr. Wondertainment Can we be of helping to you? Give funding for show of toy to have many fun? Having fun is fun! - Prof. Funtastic Commercial Script: Professor Funtastic Presenting Recyclone! INT. DINING ROOM - DAY Max, a 9-year-old boy, is sitting at the dining table playing on a Playtainment Console taking the last sip of a soda. Max throws the empty soda can on the floor. DAD Max! No throwing cans. You need to pick that up! MAX Come on dad! Max looks at the camera looking annoyed. NARRATOR Are your parents always bugging you about cleaning up? Get them off your back with the newest toy from Professor Funtastic, the Recyclone! INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY NARRATOR The Recyclone is a vacuum that's actually fun to use! With state-of-the-art Funtech, Recyclone can move about your house picking up any unwanted trash. Just throw any trash into it and watch it go! Max and Susie are on the floor chanting at a doll-sized Recyclone. Recyclone picks up some trash and looks proud of itself. MAX AND SUSIE: Get goin’ Recyclone! INT. BEDROOM - AFTERNOON NARRATOR Feed your Recyclone anything you don’t want and watch it magically whisk it away from existence! Don’t like that old baby’s toy? Call in Recyclone! Susie is seen throwing an old-looking doll into Recyclone. SUSIE I don’t need any of these boring old toys anymore! Get goin’ Recyclone! Recyclone continues to consume Susie’s toys, growing to about the size of a dog. INT. GARAGE - NIGHT NARRATOR Dad’s tools too loud? Recyclone can take care of that! Max is standing on a workbench excitedly pulling tools off the wall and tossing them into Recyclone. MAX I hate my dad and all his loud tools! This serves him right for keeping us up all night! Get goin’ Recyclone! INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT NARRATOR There isn’t anything Recyclone can’t eat. It’ll gobble up anything you throw at it! Max and Susie are pushing everything out of the cupboards letting it fall into Recyclone. Recyclone grows as tall as Max and Susie. MAX AND SUSIE Get goin’ Recyclone! Get goin’ Recyclone! Get goin’ Recyclone! Max and Susie continue to chant as they work together to tip the fridge over into Recyclone. EXT. FRONT YARD - NIGHT NARRATOR There’s nothing too big for Recyclone! It can even swallow a house! Max and Susie stand beside a Recyclone that’s now as big as an elephant. Their mom is seen pulling over and running to her children yelling and waving her arms. MOTHER Wait! Wait! Kids, stop, your father’s still in there! MAX AND SUSIE Get goin’ Recyclone. Max and Susie stare blankly as Recyclone consumes the entirety of their house. NARRATOR Get your very own Recyclone for only three small payments of 19.99. 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SCP-6068 | euclid | SCP-6068: Site-█▓░▒ The lights are on, but █▓░▒█▓░▒█▓░▒█▓░▒ Image by USGS/NASA Landsat Program; cropped by Fenix down - USGS: LandsatLook Viewer, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=54016580 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Zhokhov Island landsat image. Entrance to SCP-6068 circled in red. Item #: SCP-6068 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the harsh local climate, permanent patrol of SCP-6068 is not advised. The SCPS Shurale will remain stationed in the vicinity of the De Long Islands in the event of perimeter sensors signalling unauthorized entry. Though attempts to fill SCP-6068's entrance with concrete have failed for unknown reasons, this course of action is to be continued until the site can be confirmed fully inaccessible. Whether or not the end result of said operation will be confirmable is currently unknown. Description: SCP-6068 is a subterranean complex whose entrance is located on Zhokhov Island1 in the East Siberian Sea. Due to an unknown phenomenon, concepts related to or contained within SCP-6068 are extremely difficult to fully understand. This phenomenon is also believed to be responsible for heavy interference and distortion of audio and visual signals sent from inside the complex by exploration teams. The date or purpose of SCP-6068's construction, as well as who constructed it, is currently not known. The full extent of SCP-6068's interior is also unknown, and all exploration teams sent into it are presumed lost and unrecoverable. If previous logs are to be believed, no living being has ever been encountered within SCP-6068. + Addendum: Exploration Log 606808062021 - Close Addendum Foreword: On 01/06/2021, Mobile Task Force Digamma-152 was dispatched on an exploration mission inside SCP-6068. Though there is confusion regarding the exact details of previous exploration missions, no previous exploration team or individual had to date returned from SCP-6068. Thus, the MTF was equipped with state-of-the-art survival gear, a month's rations and a protoype McPherson-Engelhart Emergency Translocator (MEET) device3. Team Members: Alpha (leader), Beta, Gamma, Epsilon Additional Information: This transcript was compiled from audio and visual logs recorded by all team members as well as offshore command stationed on the SCPS Shurale. Effort has been made to verify all events, with unequal success. [BEGIN LOG, 00:07] Alpha: Command, do you read? We have reached the entrance. Command: Alpha, we read you. Final equipment check, copy. Alpha: Copy. Beta: Copy. Gamma: Copy. Delta: Copy. Epsilon: Copy. [00:18] Alpha: Proceeding into the anomaly. Epsilon, how's the door? Epsilon: Don't think charges will be needed, Sarge. [The door to the facility is opened without incident. The team move into what appears to be a security checkpoint, unmanned. There is a symbol on the wall that is repeatedly visible through the exploration of the complex. Its meaning is currently unknown. (See Addendum 6068.02.)] Gamma: Place seems weirdly familiar somehow. Alpha: Don't let your guard down. Command, only path available is double doors straight ahead. Command: Proceed. [The team proceeds to the doors, which open automatically. The team steps inside a room with equal dimensions on all sides. All members turn to face the doors as they close.] [00:27] Beta: I think… I think something's wrong. Should we maybe push the button? Alpha: Huh. Yeah. [00:31] Epsilon: Hey, Sarge, what do you reckon these are? [Alpha reaches toward the wall and manipulates an unidentifiable object. The room begins to descend. When the descent stops, the team makes egress via unknown means.] Alpha: All right, stay sharp, team. Chances for major fan-shit combo increase here on out. Command: Alpha, do you copy? We lost all signal for a bit there. Alpha: I copy, command. Had some trouble with a. Gamma: The lights are on, but literally no one's home. Alpha: Communication's going to be spotty, you're cutting in and out as it is. Command: Roger. Proceed. [The team moves down the path ahead of them, stopping to make unknown marks at uneven intervals. Content or meaning of these marks have yet to be verified4. Alpha: Not seeing much of note, Command. Just the same thing over and over again. Hey, Delta, what are those called? Delta: [content lost] Gamma: The lights are on, but literally no one's home. Delta: You can look in them. I see something here. [Unknown visual feed shows view of a pile of bones in another place.] Beta: Feels like I should be feeling something about this, you know? But I can't remember what. Or how. Alpha: All right. All right. Umm… Break out Class W's. [The team pauses to consume mnestics.] [00:41] Epsilon: Does this place seem familiar to you? Beta: I don't know, should it? Gamma: Familiar… Alpha: Not sure what you mean by that. Epsilon: Yeah, me neither. Alpha: Continue ahead. [The team continues ahead. The path is a clean, spotless, sterile white. Intersection appears.] Beta: Head that way? Epsilon: What about this way? Alpha: There's four of us. Let's split up. We'll cover more ground. Delta: There's no way that's a good idea. I learned that in. Delta: There's four of us. Let's split up. We'll cover more ground. All Team Members: The lights are on but literally no one's home. Direct communication with command is lost. Video split into multiple sources, choppy and frequently incoherent. Transcript from this point consists of notable segments when possible. [01:14] Beta: Why am I here? What am I doing? What is all this stuff? Hello? Anyone there? Goddammit, I don't know anything about this. [Beta begins shucking gear.] Beta: I don't even know what this is. I'm out of here, fuck this. [Signal lost.] [02:45] [Gamma is seen attempting unsuccessfully to activate the MEET device. Attempts grow more frantic over the next fifteen minutes of video.] Gamma: Really wish I knew what this thing was. Unknown: [unintelligible] Gamma: Wish I knew why I was so desperate to get it to work. Unknown: [distant moaning] Gamma: Dammit. [03:19] [No content.] [07:14] [Two unknown individuals face each other in a corridor.] Unknown: Who are you? [Subjects speak in unison, with matching gestures.] Unknown: Who are you? Who am I? [Subjects are not otherwise physically identical. Possibility of either belonging to MTF Digamma-15 currently under review.] Subject 1: God, where is this? Subject 2: Where are you? Subject 1: Where are either of us? [Unknown.] [08:99] [Gunshot.] [10:51] [View is believed to be from body cam of team member Epsilon5. Subject is panting while running down a white corridor. Every so often, they pass through an intersection identical to the one discovered by the team earlier in the exploration6. Epsilon does not deviate from straight path7. The time between intersection appearances gradually decreases8.] [12:10] Delta: Something goes in here. [Subject is walking along a corridor, running their fingers over the portholes.] Delta: Something else goes in here. [There is no end to the portholes in the corridor.] Delta: I wonder which one I go in. [There is no end.] [15:53] [Gunshot.] [Gunshot.] [Gunshot.] [Silence.] [18:51] [Two people sit in a place with no conceivable entrance or exit. They show signs of extreme malnourishment and growth of facial hair consistent with lack of personal hygiene routines over the course of multiple months.] Delta: Hey. Gamma: Yeah? Delta: Do you remember… Gamma: Remember what? [19:29] Delta: Anything. [Subject begins to shake.] Gamma: No. [Subjects' corporeal forms blur to a smudge on the video feed. Feed continues for unknown length of time.] [00:00:00] Alpha: I am Alpha. [Alpha is alone.] Alpha: I am Alpha. [There is no human life present.] Alpha: Alpha. Alpha: Alpha. Alpha: I am Alpha. Alpha: Alpha. [Feed continues in this manner for an indeterminate period before terminating.] [Gunshot.] [25:32] [Team member Epsilon is visible through a transparent porthole. Subject is sitting alone in an otherwise empty place. Telemetry shows the MEET device has been activated. Whereabouts of device cannot be determined from telemetry or video feed.] [Epsilon regards the camera feed with a placid smile.] [Over the next eight minutes, camera view pans back slowly, showing the porthole is contained in a surface that is otherwise clean, spotless, sterile white. Gamma's face remains visible and still for the entire time. Nearby the porthole is a placard with two words printed on it, unintelligible.] [Camera cuts to black, showing the symbol encountered by exploration team at the start of the feed.] [No further content.] - Close Addendum The MEET device was found 07/06/2021 in the command center located on board the SCPS Shurale. Transported along with it were the above recordings and Alpha's dog tags. No sign exists that any member of the team survived the operation. Addendum 6068.02 + Video still of symbol frequently seen on interior walls of SCP-6068 - Due to heavy distortion, content of image not currently understood Update 08/06/2021: Per O5 command9, future exploration of SCP-6068 is discontinued. Footnotes 1. Остров Жохова 2. Designation lost 3. Produced by an experimental program researching quick-transport solutions to allow task forces to withdraw safely from dangerous circumstances. 4. Unclear if this is due to interference with recording equipment or team members being compromised. 5. Unconfirmed 6. Unconfirmed 7. Unconfirmed 8. Unconfirmed 9. Final vote 11-2 |
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Item #: SCP-6069 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6069-A is to be kept in cold-storage in the medical wing of Site-43. SCP-6069-B and SCP-6069-C are in joint containment; SCP-6069-B is to be on SCP-6069-C's person at all times. All locations and the timing of designated targets' meeting place described by SCP-6069-C are to be catalogued for future reference. SCP-6069-C is to be deployed at said locations at the approximate time and ordered to mark the targets. SCP-6069-C is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-43 when not active. These procedures are scheduled to be updated pending results from Addendum-05 Description: SCP-6069-A is the corpse of an entity comprised of Akiva energy2, resembling a human male in its early thirties. Two red wings protrude from the subject's back measuring 1 meter in height and having a wingspan of 2.5 meters; the wings are confirmed to be genetically similar to birds belonging to the Columbidae family. SCP-6069-A is dressed in a purple medieval-style tunic and breeches and is adorned with a crown constructed from pure gold. An abundant amount of gunshot wounds are present on SCP-6069-A's waist, torso and head, matching those of an FN P90 submachine gun. SCP-6069-B is a modified sniper rifle colored in shades of light pink, dark red, and royal purple. Artistic engravings of roses are present on the main body of SCP-6069-B, and the holes of the muzzle and trigger guard are shaped in the style of a cartoon heart. A bow comprised of sinew3 is wrapped around the stock and thus far resisted any attempts to untie or damage it. SCP-6069-B is capable of accepting any type of sniper ammunition and can be fired without complication. SCP-6069-B does not recoil when the trigger is pulled. Previously, SCP-6069-B had taken the form of a wooden recurve bow accompanied by a quiver of arrows with heart-shaped tips before morphing into its current form. SCP-6069-B can only be operated by SCP-6069-C, as it will fail to fire for any other individual. SCP-6069-C is former Foundation security guard Ezekiel Todd, employed at Site-43 for over three years prior to SCP classification. SCP-6069-C possesses the same wing structure as SCP-6069-A but has demonstrated limited dexterity and proficiency in flying due to lack of experience4. SCP-6069-C constantly emits low levels of Akiva radiation which exponentially increase whenever the subject is welding SCP-6069-B, and will also be unperceivable to humans not associated with the Foundation. When SCP-6069-C uses SCP-6069-B to fire at two or more sentient beings, said beings will form romantic attachments towards each other, leading to the formation of intimate relationships if left uninterrupted. SCP-6069-C is innately able to sense when and where its presence is required to initiate the bonding process. SCP-6069-B is capable of nullifying its capacity of causing physical harm if certain measures are taken with SCP-6069-C (See Addendum-03 for further details). History: On 02/14/2021, SCP-6069-A broke into Site-43 but was not detected by Foundation personnel until SCP-6069-C, with the use of the newly-developed OCULUS goggles5 witnessed SCP-6069-A preparing to use SCP-6069-B against Dr. Nicholas Cann and Helen Dray. Believing SCP-6069-A was attempting to assassinate them, SCP-6069-C opened fire on the entity, terminating it. The incident was captured on SCP-6069-C's OCULUS goggles. + ACCESS SCP:/6069/incident/6069-C - Close File SCP-6069-C prior to obtaining anomalous properties. Date: 02/14/2021 [BEGIN LOG] [The view is from Ezekiel Todd's perspective. Todd is whistling as it enters the breakroom and approaches the coffee maker. Todd grabs the coffee pot and pours its contents into a ceramic mug. Todd begins to add sugar cubes to the mug before being called out by Agent Donovan.] Agent Donovan: Hey Todd, what's with the new eyewear? Don't tell me, did they finally promote you to an MTF? [Todd turns around and see Agent Donovan and Agent Khan sitting down at one of the tables. Agent Khan is watching the TV as Agent Donovan is consuming a bagel. Todd walks to the table.] Todd: Oh hey Don, didn't see you there. Nah, I'm still babysitting the skips as always. The techies just invented some new gear and I was the first chosen to test it out. I think they called it… Ocular? No OCULUS, that's right, OCULUS. Agent Donovan: So they finally got around to building that thing, huh? So what was it like wearing it? Did they make you see some cognitohazards or something? Todd: They did, but honestly it was kind of disappointing, nothing happened. Agent Khan: Isn't that the point? Todd: Well, yeah but… eh I guess I was expecting more 'pizazz' if that makes sense. Still, it beats becoming psychotic or ending up braindead. [Todd sighs and takes a sip from the mug.] Agent Donovan: They rejected it didn't they? Todd: Yep. Said since my background ain't military it would be 'unwarranted' to switch careers. Don't get me wrong, I do like it here it's just that I kind of want more out of life you know? Agent Khan: Wanting more out of life while being a part of an MTF is an oxymoron most of the time, Todd. You do realize why they have high turnover rates, right? Todd: It's only certain MTFs, Isaac. Besides, at this point I think it'll be more interesting dying from a twenty-foot discount monster than dying from boredom. Agent Donovan: You can always try being an agent. Me and Khan have seen plenty of shit during our time out in the field. I think it'll be right up your alley. We can always have a third partner. Todd: Nah, I would love to, but I doubt they'll even consider letting me out there. I suppose I have to suck it up. [Todd notices the ring on Agent Donovan's ring finger.] Wait, does that… Did she accept? Agent Donovan: (Smiles) Cried tears of joy right there on the beach. I wanted to tell you earlier but work got in the way. We're planning to have a party sometime hopefully at the end of this month. Wanna come? Todd: I would love to but I'm already booked out around that time. You know how stingy the director gets when it comes to scheduling. Agent Donovan: Ah that sucks. Perhaps we can try to do something together when you're free. Maybe set up a double date when you find the 'special someone'. Agent Khan: It's girlfriend Don. We're not in fifth grade. Todd: Sorry to disappoint but I'm not the romantic type. I don't see myself wearing the ring. In fact, I don't get how anyone could get into that stuff, even more so when they're dating the wrong person. Agent Donovan: Come on, Todd. You're still pissed at that guy your sister is dating? He seemed nice. Todd: So was Jeffrey Dahmer once. I mean the dude looks like a mix between Dracula and a stoner. I can't for the love of god know what Cassandra sees in him— Agent Khan: Shh! This is the best part. Todd: Huh? What part? Agent Khan: I'm watching Valentine, the guy is about to kill somebody. Todd: Why are you watching a horror movie on Valentine's day? Agent Khan: If you think for a moment I'm going to waste my lunch on watching a movie about a couple of stupid kids taking too long to make out from the septic tank known as Hollywood, you have another thing coming, Todd. Agent Donovan: Uh… yeah. Anyways, I get how it feels man. I sure know I didn't think I wanted to be in a relationship 'till I met Nancy. I suppose some people don't have that spark I guess. Todd: Ain't that the truth? I should get back to my post though, the director will have my balls if— [Todd's head is facing towards the door. He briefly sees a pink light originating from the hallway from the crevice of the door. The light fades.] Todd: What… what the hell was that? Agent Khan: The hell was what? Todd: That bright light, you didn't see that just now? [Todd points to the door.] Agent Donovan: No? I have no idea what you're talking about. Are you sure those goggles are working properly? It could be a glitch. Todd: I… um…. [Todd eyes the door then back to Agent Donovan.] Can you stay here for a moment? I need to check something out. Agent Donovan: O…kay? [Todd exits into the hallway. It looks to his right, then to his left spotting a pink light receding around the corner. Todd curses under his breath and sighs. It holds onto his firearm and quickly approaches the corner.] Todd: Please let it be a glitch. Please let it be a glitch. [Todd turns around the corner and takes a sharp intake of breath. SCP-6069-A is flying 1 meter off the ground. Dr. Cann and Dr. Dray are conversing in the hallway concerning notes on an unrelated SCP object and are unaware of the entity's presence. SCP-6069-A raises SCP-6069-B, preparing to fire an arrow. Todd takes the safety off his weapon and aims at SCP-6069-A.] Todd: You! Stop right there! Don't move! [Dr. Dray, Dr. Cann and SCP-6069-A turn around towards Todd. Both doctors display confusion while SCP-6069-A is expressing apparent shock and speaks in Romanian.] Dr. Cann: Woah, woah! What's going on?! We're just sharing notes! SCP-6069-A: MA POTI VEDEA?! CUM ESTE POSIBIL ACEST LUCRU? EȘTI ȘI UN ILUMINAT?6 Todd: Drop the weapon and lay on the floor! Now! Dr. Dray: We don't have any weapons! Hold on, what did we do wrong?! SCP-6069-A: INDIFERENT DE! NU VETI INTERFERE CU VOINTA DE DIVIN! PLEAȘTE LA O DATĂ!7 Todd: Last chance birdie! I'm not asking nicely— [SCP-6069-A uses SCP-6069-B to aim an arrow at Todd. A pink light emanates from its chest, slowly enveloping the hallway. The sound of rushing winds lowers sound quality.] SCP-6069-A: AȘA SĂ FIE! ȚI-AI AVUT ȘANȚA! DUMNEZEU, IARTĂ-MĂ CĂ ȚI-AM LIVRAT ACEST SUFLET ÎN ACEASTA CEL MAI BUNĂ ORĂ! MĂ ROG VOI GĂSEȘTE PACE-8 [In a panic, Todd fires multiple rounds into SCP-6069-A. Dr. Cann and Dr. Dray take cover on the floor as Todd continues pulling on the trigger, emptying the entire magazine in the process. SCP-6069-A expires and falls to the floor, allowing it to be seen to the naked eye.] Dr. Cann: Jesus! Dr. Dray: Is that… is that a person?! Oh my god! [Todd treads back slowly a few steps as a puddle of blood forms around SCP-6069-A. Todd puts the firearm back on safety and drops it. It leans against the wall and shudders heavily.] Todd: F-Fuck… why couldn't it be a damn glitch!? [Agent Donovan and Agent Khan appear from the corner wielding their firearms. They stop upon seeing SCP-6069-A; all four personnel stare at Todd. Todd raises both hands and removes his OCULUS goggles.] Todd: Listen! Listen! I can explain what happened, let's just wait for the security team to arrive and relax! He came at me, there was pink everywhere, I didn't think that would work! So let's not do anything rash— [SCP-6069-C instantly sprouts its wings, ripping through the fabric of its uniform and growing in size before stopping suddenly. SCP-6069-C pauses, looks above its head and then at SCP-6069-A. He exhales.] SCP-6069-C: Huh… shit. [END LOG] The security system in Site-43 was alerted as a result and the security team was mobilized. All three anomalies were found in the hall in the pataphysical wing accompanied by four personnel. SCP-6069-A and SCP-6069-B were taken into containment; SCP-6069-C was placed into a temporary holding cell until a full assessment could be conducted. Accounts taken from personnel and SCP-6069-C, and the contents of the footage attracted high interest from the Theology and Teleology Department due to multiple indicators of the entity's origins. As such, they were tasked with research on all matters relating to SCP-6069. When questioned on its predicament, SCP-6069-C replied that while it was distressed at the idea of retiring from public life, it did comment that its wings were 'kind of neat at least.' Addendum-01: On 2/15/21, various Exclusionary Sites9 reported that divorce rates across the globe had dramatically increased without apparent cause. This led to the conclusion that a CK-Class "End of Love" Scenario occurred the day prior. Director McInnis issued an emergency meeting and invited a handful of select personnel, including SCP-6069-C. + ACCESS SCP:/6069/meeting/McInnis - Close File Date: 2/19/21 [BEGIN LOG] [The audio begins with multiple personnel conversing loudly among themselves. Director McInnis approaches the podium and taps on the microphone, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.] Director McInnis: (Clears throat) I'd like to begin by stating that I apologize in advance for scheduling this meeting on short notice, but due to this topic being highly time-sensitive I hope you understand. Now, as some of you may be already aware our analysts have confirmed our worst fears: A CK Scenario did in fact occur, and most likely still is occurring. [Murmurs begin to become audible. McInnis raises his hand, silencing the personnel.] Director McInnis: We have pinpointed the exact changes made to our reality. The bad news is that it's global; the divorce rates have risen to dangerous levels in all continents, especially North America. We initially believed those were the only changes but I've just now received additional reports of marriages falling, a rise of uxoricides/mariticides cases, and all time low of young adults participating in sexual activities. The good news is… yes Todd? [SCP-6069-C is in the far corner, raising its hand.] SCP-6069-C: Quick question. This wouldn't happen to coincide on the day when I… when— Director McInnis: —When you confronted SCP-6069-A and turned it into the godly equivalent of Swiss cheese? Then yes. [Many personnel in the room turn to look at SCP-6069-C, with some glaring in disapproval. SCP-6069-C drinks its glass of water. An unidentified personnel member coughs] Director McInnis: But there is good news: we may already have everything we need to resolve this crisis. Dr. Nass, you may have the floor. [Director McInnis steps to the side, allowing Dr. Michael Nass to access the podium.] Dr. Nass: Thank you, Director. Around the same time we discovered the CK Scenario, we also discovered the identity of SCP-6069-A. It's of Romanian origin, male, has wings, possesses heart-shaped imagery present on its weapons, and is primarily active during the month of February. Now… can anyone guess who our mystery intruder is? Agent Donovan: Cupid? Todd killed Cupid? Dr. Nass: Not only that, we believe SCP-6069-A is also an Alma-Class entity. Meaning that when Todd here terminated SCP-6069-A, its complete essence transferred into him. In other words, Todd is now a god. [SCP-6069-C hastily sets the cup down, accidentally inhaling water. SCP-6069-C coughs for several seconds before regaining composure.] SCP-6069-C: Excuse me?! No, no. That's not… how is that possible? I thought gods can't be killed easily? Dr. Nass: And many of them can't, but SCP-6069 was a very minor god; it was susceptible to physical harm just as anybody else. We didn't even need the Akiva-signatures to prove it. You are without a doubt, a god. Which brings me to my main point. Dim the lights! [SCP-6069-C grimaces as the lights dim in the room, Dr. Nass takes the remote from the podium and presses a button. The projector activates, showing a picture of the previous SCP-6069-B.] Dr. Nass: This is SCP-6069-B, the main weapon of SCP-6069-A. It consisted of a set of a bow and arrows. One of our researchers came to inspect the object this morning, and it changed to this— [Dr. Nass presses the button on the remote. The image changes to SCP-6069-B's current form.] Dr. Nass: —a high quality sniper rifle. Todd, you stated on your résumé that you had some experience with rifles, correct? How much practice has been done in relation to this skill recently? SCP-6069-C: You're… actually serious. Dr. Nass: Sadly, yes. You are literally the best man for the job. With you out in the field we may be able to reverse the CK with time. It's our best shot. SCP-6069-C: Doctor, no disrespect, but I'm an assault rifle type of guy. I don't know a lick about sniping. Are we sure we don't have other options here? Dr. Nass: I suppose we could possibly think of some other alternative. Of course, by then we'd be at high risk of the concept of love fading from our reality forever and humanity willingly embracing chastity to the point of self-extinction. Which would undoubtedly destroy the integrity of the Veil and cause untold amounts of suffering and chaos. Or…? SCP-6069-C: I just become Cupid and shut up? Dr. Nass: Exactly. [END LOG] After the meeting, SCP-6069-C was sent to Site-43's shooting range and was ordered to practice using SCP-6069-B under the supervision of a Foundation sniper. SCP-6069-C revealed that its services were desperately needed in Canada, which is believed to be the epicenter of the CK-Class Scenario. SCP-6069-C collaborated with Foundation personnel in creating a detailed map for tracking required interventions and scheduling strategic deployments. Addendum-02: Shortly after being approved for deployment, SCP-6069-C stated that its presence was needed near a restaurant within the city of Windsor. A handful agents were tasked with assisting and protecting SCP-6069-C during its activities. Agent Donovan and Agent Khan were personally assigned to SCP-6069-C due to their familiarity with the subject. + ACCESS SCP:/6069/deployment1/6069-C - Close File Date: 2/22/21 [BEGIN LOG] [The video starts inside the interior of a Foundation-owned vehicle. Agent Khan and Agent Donovan are in the driver seat and passenger seat respectively, with SCP-6069-C sitting in the backseat. Agent Donovan is looking over a printed map.] Agent Donovan: So where now exactly are we gonna drop you off again? Is it still the same address? SCP-6069-C: Keep going straight; the targets from what I know are by the ████████ ████ restaurant. [Agent Donovan relays the new information to the rest of the agents. Agent Khan whistles.] Agent Khan: ████████? I used to go there all the time, they have great breadsticks. You know Todd, when this is all over we should definitely dine there. I really want to try to get this 'congratulations for saving our broken hearts' celebration off the ground. SCP-6069-C: Khan, I'm not allowed to go outside with the exception of missions. Agent Khan: Oh please, that's only because they're not comfortable with you yet. Give it time and soon enough they'll let you off the leash. It happened to Bright, I'm sure we can make lightning strike twice. So I've been meaning to ask… how'd you know? SCP-6069-C: Know? Agent Khan: You know, the whole mental GPS thing. I mean I can somewhat see how the wings and gun work but tracking? Now that's psychic— Agent Donovan: I think the term you're looking for is clairvoyant. Agent Khan: No need to get in the specifics, Don. Anyway, how does it feel Todd? Do you see visions or…? SCP-6069-C: It's nothing special really. It just comes to me, it feels like a constant reminder more than anything else. Though it becomes clearer the closer I get to the spot. It's kind of annoying actually. Agent Donovan: Give it time, I'm sure it'll pass. From what they told us about dash 'A' he must have been doing this for god who knows long. There's got to be a trick to it if I had to guess… you okay, man? You don't look so hot. [SCP-6069-C heavily exhales as it looks out the window.] SCP-6069-C: You know, my folks and I usually meet up around this time of year. We were supposed to go to Hawaii again. We used to go crazy on the waves like no tomorrow… and the parasailing? That was always my favorite. It was a good time, good times. I really wished I spent more time with them. I can't believe it all changed so fast. Agent Donovan: Well… maybe if we're lucky we could find a cure and pass your anomaly to someone else in the future. Our Theology department has performed miracles before after all. SCP-6069-C: You can't cure godliness, Don. Dr. Nass said the only way I'm getting back to 'normal' is if another poor schmuck gets trigger happy on me, and we both know how that will end. They even pulled out the 'official' obituary for me in the papers. As far as they're concerned this is the new normal. God… if I only said no to the damn goggles. Agent Donovan: Eh… well at least you don't have to pay bills anymore. I know that the housing market is getting pretty stingy right now. And staying young is a pretty— SCP-6069-C: Don, I appreciate it but no… just, just no. I only want to get this over with and head back. Khan, turn over there. We can get in through the parking lot. [Agent Khan nods and activates the right-turn signal. Agent Donovan notifies the other agents of their arrival as the car comes to a stop. All agents and SCP-6069-C exit the vehicle and enter the plaza.] SCP-6069-C: Okay… okay, it's all coming together. I'm picturing their faces, I'm getting warmer…warmer… red hot. [SCP-6069-C points to the outdoor balcony of the second floor of the restaurant, a man wearing a business suit and a woman in a blue dress are conversing and dining with each other.] Agent Khan: Great, half-way done. So how are we going to do this exactly? I know you're practically invisible but… SCP-6069-C: Well, I don't know if I can get a good shot from here and I don't want to risk bumping into people in the restaurant… hmm… how about I get settled over there? [SCP-6069-C points to the outdoor stairwell belonging to an apartment building.] It's close. Agent Khan: Alright, I'm down. Donovan, why don't you keep an eye out on them over here while I help babysit Cupid over there. Agent Donovan: Sure, don't take too long though. It looks like they're almost done with their meals. Agent Khan: Got it. [Agent Khan and SCP-6069-C approach the apartment and travel up the stairs. SCP-6069-C turns its head to Agent Khan.] SCP-6069-C: Khan, seriously? Agent Khan: Huh? SCP-6069-C: Babysitting Cupid? Come on, do I look like some snot-nosed toddler to you? Agent Khan: What? It's literally what they're having us doing here. SCP-6069-C: I know, but do you really have to phrase it like that? It's not helping. Agent Khan: Sorry, just thought I could lighten the mood. SCP-6069-C: Khan, I get it but… look. I have enough crap on my plate as it is and I have a feeling I'm gonna have even more crap added on top of it. So can we please— [SCP-6069-C accidently strikes the alula of one of its wings against a wall lightning fixture. SCP-6069-C cringes in pain.] Agent Khan: Damn, you alright man? SCP-6069-C: Let's just get this over with and head back to the car. [Agent Khan and SCP-6069-C position themselves by a windowless opening in the corridor. SCP-6069-C rests SCP-6069-B on the sill and prepares to reload it. Agent Khan observes the hallway.] Agent Khan: So all you need to do is shoot them both and the rest takes care of itself? SCP-6069-C: Yep, exactly like in the cartoons. Look at that, they're both leaning in for the kiss. Agent Khan: That must be your cue, go for it! SCP-6069-C: Wait a sec. I almost have the sights lined up… keep it steady and… [SCP-6069-C fires a chamber from SCP-6069-B. The couple falls to the floor, each having sustained a singular gunshot wound. The civilians in the vicinity witness the commotion and begin to panic.] SCP-6069-C: Prest— Oh shit! Oh my god, did I… ah holy shit! [Agent Khan snaps his head to the floor and picks up the bullet casing; he shakes his head in disbelief.] Agent Khan: What the hell, Todd?! You said this would go smoothly! SCP-6069-C: I-I-It worked fine back at the Site! I don't know what changed. I… are you fucking kidding me? [The couple begins to kiss each other voraciously and display extreme affection despite their injuries; the crowd watching is becoming visibly confused.] Agent Khan: Um… does that still count? [END LOG] SCP-6069-C was successful in locating and firing at both targets. Agent Donovan and SCP-6069-C drove away from the area without complication. Agent Khan was tackled and arrested by several policemen on his way back to the car. After Agent Khan was detained on suspicions of terrorism, Foundation assets proceeded with presenting falsified information to the public while disclosing certain information relating to SCP-6069 to the Canadian diplomats in order to secure the agent's release. Unlike previous tests, the bullet had physically interacted with the subjects, causing them to be wounded. The couple (later identified as Bryan Cover and Allyssa Green) were brought to a nearby hospital where they fully recovered. After being discharged, Cover's status on his social media account changed from being 'single' to now 'in a relationship.' Addendum-03: Despite the success of SCP-6069-C's first deployment, further issues arose in relation to its abilities. While SCP-6069-C can potentially mark any sentient creature, it was shown that the marking of select individuals dramatically reduced the threat of the CK-Class Scenario. Furthermore, personnel from the Theology and Teleology Section theorized that the reason SCP-6069-B reacted differently to non-Foundation individuals was due to SCP-6069-C's metaphysical importance to the human psyche. While the Foundation recognizes SCP-6069-C as an Akiva-based entity, non-Foundation individuals would not subconsciously recognize it as such which resulted in SCP-6069-B behaving like a non-anomalous sniper rifle. To amend this, a new uniform was assigned to SCP-6069-C to wear for further deployments in the future10. SCP-6069-C initially protested but eventually complied upon hearing the impending consequences for refusal. Soon after, SCP-6069-C was approved for deployment again. On 03/15/2021 a complication arose when SCP-6069-C accidently marked the wrong targets, resulting in a relationship's destruction. + ACCESS SCP:/6069/deployment2/6069-C - Close File SCP-6069-C's entire uniform. Date: 03/15/2021 [BEGIN LOG] [The log begins inside of a Foundation-owned vehicle. Agent Donovan is using his cellphone. After the call is finished he turns off the device and expresses relief.] Agent Donovan: I just got done talking with Mario, he says the talks are going very well and we should be expecting him out from behind bars soon enough. Most likely this week or the next. SCP-6069-C: … Agent Donovan: Also good news! We're not gonna get in trouble for that fiasco too. McInnis understood it was just an accident. Thank god we don't have to worry about it anymore. Todd? SCP-6069-C: …Don… Agent Donovan: And um… [Agent Donovan glances at SCP-6069-C's uniform.] There may have been some drawbacks but I think we can bounce back very easily. SCP-6069-C: …Don… I'm wearing a diaper. Agent Donovan: Actually, I think they're called plastic pants. I mean at least they let you keep your briefs— SCP-6069-C: Don! Just stop… just stop… please… just stop. We're almost there. I just want to get this done, go back to my room, and wear some actual clothes. Sorry, but I'm not in the mood right now. Agent Donovan: I… okay. So how close are the targets to us now? SCP-6069-C: About… there's a park a couple miles up. They're in there. Agent Collin: You're talking about the ████████ park, right? SCP-6069-C: ████████? Yeah that's the place. Know the way? Agent Collin: I know the shortcut. It shouldn't take that long. [The vehicle reaches the destination and is parked by the sidewalk. Agent Donovan and SCP-6069-C exit the vehicle.] Agent Collin: Need any assistance? SCP-6069-C: We're fine. This will only take a minute. [SCP-6069-C closes the car door and both it and Agent Donovan move away from the car. SCP-6069-C observes the park and frowns.] SCP-6069-C: There's not many people around here. Isn't this a popular park? Agent Donovan: I wouldn't pay too much mind to it. I'm sure it'll get busy later on. I'm just glad that we got that gun issue fixed early. I never thought acting the part really mattered when becoming a god… but then yet again gods are symbols so it makes sense. Kind of. SCP-6069-C: Yeah… I guess. Agent Donovan: …Yeah. Hey, are those the targets? The ones having the picnic? [Agent Donovan points to the couple by the pond. SCP-6069-C looks through the scope of SCP-6069-C for a moment before shaking his head.] SCP-6069-C: Nah, I think I already tagged them. We're looking for two women, they're… yes, they're this way. C'mon. Agent Donovan: So that's why they look familiar. But this is a good sign, this means it's working. McInnis did say some of the divorces are slowing down. SCP-6069-C: Some, and only in this country. I don't see how a couple of delayed divorces are gonna do us any good right now. Agent Donovan: Well it's a step. I'm certain that eventually after enough time the CK will stabilize and we'll have an easier time cleaning up the stragglers. SCP-6069-C: Hopefully. Agent Donovan: Hopefully? You don't think you can? SCP-6069-C: I suck at flying and I go through bullets like candy so… yeah. I'm still on training wheels, Don, and it hasn't stopped me from crashing. I keep telling those assholes back at the Site it's not that easy but they somehow still don't understand it no matter how many times I tell them. And yet they still have the gall to call me 'unreasonable'. Agent Donovan: You do know they listen to this eventually right? SCP-6069-C: You think so? Wonderful! Maybe this will finally get through their thick skulls for once. It's already getting chilly around here where are those… huh, so that's where you've been hiding. [SCP-6069-C spots the targets sitting on a public bench. The two are in conversation as they feed pieces of bread to a flock of pigeons on the ground.] Agent Donovan: Should we get closer? SCP-6069-C: Nah, I got it. So glad they let me keep this. [SCP-6069-C unzips its waist pouch and retrieves two bullets from it. It loads a bullet into SCP-6069-B and fires at one of the women. The bullet pierces the chest, leaving a glowing pink hole before dissipating. Neither of the women notice the interaction.] SCP-6069-C: Okay, one more… [SCP-6069-C loads the last bullet and fires at the other woman. However, one of the pigeons flies in the direct path of the bullet and is struck instead. The affected woman spots the pigeon and extends a finger. The pigeon lands on the finger and the woman begins kissing all over its body. The woman and the pigeon leave the park together, to the shock of the other woman. SCP-6069-C lowers SCP-6069-B.] SCP-6069-C: Oh… shit. Ah, son of a fucking bitch! That flying rat stole my shot! How— [SCP-6069-C accidently bumps SCP-6069-B against its pouch, spilling a majority of the bullets on the ground. SCP-6069-C sighs deeply and presses its hands against its face. Agent Donovan kneels and scoops the bullets into his pocket, soon assisted by SCP-6069-C.] Agent Donovan: Can we still salvage it? SCP-6069-C: Not a chance. The spark is dead; shooting again wouldn't make a difference. [Agent Donovan complies and activates his radio. SCP-6069-C closes his eyes and presses a finger against its temple.] SCP-6069-C: And that's the last of them for today. You might wanna get someone to get the amnestics ready for that girl. I really don't want to see the lovechild of that relationship. [Agent Donovan informs the agents of the situation on his radio and hands the remaining bullets back to SCP-6069-C. Both of them are treading back to the path to the car when Agent Donovan notices SCP-6069-C massaging the bridge of its nose.] Agent Donovan: Todd? SCP-6069-C: Yeah? Agent Donovan: I've been meaning to ask but uh… are you doing alright? You don't look so hot. SCP-6069-C: That's because it's freezing out here. Agent Donovan: No, I meant… erm… some of the guys and I have noticed that you've been very… don't get me wrong, I totally understand that there's a lot of pressure on your shoulders and all but I can't help but see that you're getting a bit… down? And I'm concerned that— SCP-6069-C: I'm not gonna eat the bullet, Don. Do you really think I'm the kind of guy that would do that? After all this time? Agent Donovan: I never said that! I just… ah fuck it. Todd. What the hell is up with you? You've been acting cold since the first mission and I know it's not because of the damn pants. I think it's stupid too by the way. So please man, be straight with me for the love of god and spill it because you're really fucking scaring me. What's. Going. On? [SCP-6069-C snaps his head to Agent Donovan in surprise but soon takes a deep breath and stops momentarily.] SCP-6069-C: Don… this is not working. Agent Donovan: What? SCP-6069-C: This- [SCP-6069-C points to its wings and SCP-6069-B.] —is not working. We've been doing this for what? A month? Maybe more? And what has happened since then? Nothing. Nothing has been fixed. The CK is still going strong and we still haven't put so much as a dent in it! I'm wondering if this can be fixed to begin with. Agent Donovan: You don't know that! We're probably missing something here. The original Cupid managed the job all by himself. We just need to find a way to meet the quota. SCP-6069-C: Meeting the Quota?! Don, Nass is trying to look in alternatives for the CK. Do you know what that means? It means that this is not working! And they haven't even decided on a solution yet. You know what else that means? I'll probably get thrown in a cell before the human race keels over, that is if they don't decide to give the job to someone else. The look in their eyes tells me all I need to know. You know what the best part is, I don't even blame them! As far I'm concerned, I'm D-Class plus! Agent Donovan: So what? You're just gonna give up? Let all the hard work go up in smoke because you're frustrated? Because the results aren't coming fast enough? SCP-6069-C: You don't think I'm taking this seriously? I've done all the things they've asked of me! I sacrificed my time, I go to that shooting range every damn day, I threw my pride to the wind and nothing is working! Let's be honest with ourselves, Don. This plan they cooked up was a longshot to begin with. We've probably wasted god knows how much time because I had to play pretend! You know what, fuck it. When we get back I'll tell McInnis to scrap this whole plan and switch to something else. Agent Donovan: What?! No! You can't! SCP-6069-C: Why not? We're practically wasting everyone's time and money at this point. Agent Donovan: Because… Because we can't just give up like that! We haven't exhausted this route yet. I-It could be a time delay for all we know. We need to increase shootings or modify it, I don't know but we just can't… we can't stop now… we just can't. I just… (shudders). [Agent Donovan folds his arms, SCP-6069-C stares at his hand.] SCP-6069-C: Don… what happened to your ring? [Agent Donovan remains silent.] SCP-6069-C: No… when? How? Agent Donovan: This morning I woke up and she wasn't there. She wouldn't respond to my calls and the memories came to me. It didn't work out. We shouted. We stayed our distance and it became too much. It felt like yesterday. No, it was yesterday I know that for a fact. It was already done before I had a chance to say goodbye. SCP-6069-C: Don, I'm… I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say— Agent Donovan: I know you are. (sigh) You know a part of me wanted to blame you. I still kind of do but I'd be a hypocrite. I saw the tape, he had that arrow pointed at your head and I was thinking what if I was wearing your shoes? I don't care what they say about you. I doubt they would do any better but… it happened. Nothing's changing that but all that matters is there's a chance! SCP-6069-C: Don? Agent Donovan: And now I'm hearing talk of 'alternatives' like it was the plan all along? You can't do that! The natural way is the only way! If the grim reaper were to die today could we replace him with a fancy machine or some other magic bullshit? Maybe with time but we don't have time! And if you really believe you're on the chopping block I… I don't want… SCP-6069-C: You're right. [Agent Donovan remains silent.] SCP-6069-C: You're right. I think… if I've gotten these powers in the first place then it must be the way. The love would have faded completely otherwise, right? I didn't think of it like 'til now. But… what am I doing wrong? Agent Donovan: I don't know. Can we head back to the car? Collins is waiting for us. [SCP-6069-C and Agent Donovan walk back to the car. Upon reaching near the sidewalk, SCP-6069-C slows its pace and observes SCP-6069-B.] SCP-6069-C: Don, remember how my gun stopped hurting people after changing into this getup? How they theorized I had to act the part because I had to be Cupid? Agent Donovan: Yeah? SCP-6069-C: So if playing pretend helped… then what would happen if I became the real deal? Become truly authentic? Agent Donovan: What are you talking about? SCP-6069-C: I think I need to test something out. [END LOG] Agent Donovan was suspended from his assignment due to both being recently affected by the CK Scenario and demonstrating emotionally comprised behavior and was given temporary leave. SCP-6069-C was disheartened with this decision and requested that it to be overturned; Site Director McInnis denied this request. Addendum-04: After returning to Site-43, SCP-6069-C sent a formal request involving the assignment of a personal therapist to its case on the basis that this measure would help it on further deployments. It also contracted Dr. Nass about viewing information involving SCP-6069-A from the Theology and Teleology Department. Both requests were approved. In the weeks that followed, SCP-6069-C demonstrated significant behavior changes as it became deeply involved with positive reinforcement training and meditation with help from its therapist. It was also around this time that SCP-6069-C became better acquainted with its wings, allowing it the ability to fly for at extremely short distances. In more recent deployments, SCP-6069-C's marking of selected targets reduced the effects of the CK Scenario in Canada tremendously, overall decreasing the divorce rates to near cessation. This led to the discovery that SCP-6069-C's mental state was a key component for its anomalous capabilities, as when combined with its physical appearance it was able to increase the effectiveness of SCP-6069-B. SCP-6069-C again requested that Agent Donovan and Agent Khan be reassigned to its case; this was approved on the reasoning that it would improve SCP-6069-C's morale, making it more effective in deployment. + ACCESS SCP:/6069/deployment3/6069-C - Close File Date: 05/02/2021 [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Khan is driving as Agent Donovan communicates with Site-43 his radio. SCP-6069-C is sitting in the backseat, humming as it listens to a song on its MP3 player. Agent Donovan signals to SCP-6069-C which removes its headphones in response.] Agent Donovan: Just got off with command, they've directed us to a nice little spot on a nearby hill where a carnival is taking place. SCP-6069-C: So they took care of half the battle for us? Awfully nice of them. Agent Khan: Yeah, shame we can't stay for long though. Now that would've been real nice. Agent Donovan: I thought you hated carnivals? Agent Khan: I do, but the food? Not in your dreams, pal. You never really have a taste of life until you try deep fried Twinkies wrapped in bacon. Now that's a gift from god. SCP-6069-C: Yeah… I'm gonna do a hard pass on that one. How close are we to the spot? Agent Donovan: Very close actually. Khan, just take a detour over there and we'll walk the rest of the way. [The vehicle goes off-road and parks at the bottom of the hill. Both agents and SCP-6069-C exit the vehicle and walk up the hill to the designated location. An array of booths and crowds of people are visible below, with a large Ferris wheel in the distance. SCP-6069-C whistles.] SCP-6069-C: Now this is what I call a great vantage point. Agent Donovan: Khan, can you keep an eye on the car? Agent Khan: I can see it from here, we're good. Agent Donovan: Alright. Todd, do you see the targets? SCP-6069-C: Hold on… ah so there you are, just stay still for a moment and… oh, of course. Agent Donovan: What? Did something happen? SCP-6069-C: They went to the food court and I can't get a good shot from this angle. I need them to poke their heads out Agent Khan: So we'll have to wait awhile? Yeah? SCP-6069-C: Yeah. Pretty much. Agent Donovan: Yeah… hey Todd. Can I ask you something? SCP-6069-C: You just did. Agent Donovan: Todd. SCP-6069-C: Alright, alright. What is it? Agent Donovan: How did you do it? SCP-6069-C: Hm? Agent Donovan: How did you end up turning things around? I find it almost crazy we're making quick work of the CK and I know they didn't give you any enhancements. So what changed? [SCP-6069-C reloads its rifle and keeps it positioned to the field. After several seconds, SCP-6069-C speaks.] SCP-6069-C: I became real. Agent Khan: Aren't you already real? SCP-6069-C: No, I was only half-way. It's… how do I explain… you know how a bird can't fly unless it's using both its wings? It's like that but more complicated. I'd gotten the looks but it only did so much. But then it came to me… if playing pretend wasn't doing anyone else any favors, then what would happen if I became authentic, both inside and out? Agent Donovan: So that meditation was a part of it. Wow. Just like that. SCP-6069-C: It was more than that and it certainly wasn't easy but I lived. I didn't even know if it would work but I had to try. I doubt I'd even consider the possibility if it wasn't for you. Agent Donovan: Me? SCP-6069-C: I was too focused on that day, how it changed me, how it could be avoided, how I couldn't let go. You know how Akiva radiation is energy? Well energy makes matter, and matter makes creation. And by that logic, since I'm a being that is energy and I was putting out too much 'bad' energy, I got bad things coming towards me. So if I changed that, brought out my heart to the world, then maybe the world would get theirs back. Sorry if that sounds preachy, but it kind of rings true here. Agent Khan: That was pretty good. Did you get that from Nass? SCP-6069-C: Nah, it's something I figured. Call it superstition. Knowing how esoteric and messy this universe is it's probably true. (Sigh) You know I'm really gonna miss you guys when they eventually ship me out of 'maple country'. I'm really sorry that I haven't been the best skip. I know I gave you a lot of shit back then when you were trying to help. Agent Donovan: All water under the bridge, man. And even if you do get sent out we'll still be around. Agent Khan: Yeah, and this whole mission was pretty something. I mean this is the first time I ever got arrested. That's something I can cross off the bucket list. And don't worry man, you're not leaving on my watch until I get that party set up. Those breadsticks are to die for. [SCP-6069-C smiles.] SCP-6069-C: At least it'll be better than the Twinkies… Hey! They're in the open now. It's about time. Now stay still. [SCP-6069-C aims SCP-6069-B at a woman and a man conversing by a photo booth. SCP-6069-C fires at both targets at quick succession and scoops up the bullet casings.] There we go! Easiest shot ever. Hey look at them now! They're going inside the damn booth! I wonder if they're gonna freaky in… oh no. This is… Seriously! What are the chances!? Agent Khan: Did you hit another animal again? SCP-6069-C: No! I just marked my sister and her damn boyfriend. God, how are they even a couple? Why did the forces that be think they would be a good couple? I mean seriously after all— wait, no, no, no. [SCP-6069-C closes his eyes and clasps his hands together.] You know what? Good for them. Good for them. If their love is real than who am I to judge. I hope he treats you well, Cass. I really do. Happy late Valentine's. [BEGIN LOG] Following the latest deployment of 05/02/2021, SCP-6069-C successfully halted the CK Scenario in Canada which has furthermore has shown signs of receding. More notably, a small portion of divorces and relationship cessations have been completely reversed, including Agent Donovan's. SCP-6069-C's anomalous capabilities have been heightened to the point that its present attire was no longer necessary and it has been allowed to change back into its former uniform. Upon receiving this news, SCP-6069-C, Agent Khan, and Agent Donovan requested a bottle of whisky, food items from purchased from ████████ ████, and private use of the Site-43 Pursuit and Suppression Section break room. Request accepted. Addendum-05: On 07/12/2021, the Theology and Teleology department devised a breakthrough for transferring the anomalous capabilities of SCP-6069-C onto other Foundation personnel. This process involves SCP-6069-C pressing a finger against the chest where the heart is located and concentrating a small portion of Akiva energy into the individual. While these individuals (Designated SCP-6069-D) do not posses SCP-6069-C's flight or innate knowledge, they do possess a lesser version of its antimemetic qualities and are able to mark individuals via physical contact. Project Heartstring was formed to reduce the effects of the CK Scenario worldwide, leading to the creation of MTF Alpha-214 ("Cupid's Angels"). MTF Alpha-214 is tasked with marking designated targets with assistance from SCP-6069-C in relaying location information. SCP-6069-C was also promoted to captain of MTF Alpha-214 through proper training and was authorized to be deployed outside of Canada. With current estimates, it is predicted that the CK Scenario will be fully reversed by 2035. Agent Donovan and Agent Khan were taken off the SCP-6069 assignment and allowed to resume their normal duties. Permission to allow SCP-6069-C visitation rights to Agent Donovan and Agent Khan once bi-monthly has been granted. Footnotes 1. The Romance of the Rose 2. A type of energy emitted by god-like beings. 3. A traditional bowstring material 4. Training regimens to increase SCP-6069-C's performance in this area is still ongoing. 5. OCULUS goggles are designed for the subject to view moderate cognitiohazardous, memetic and antimemetic anomalies without any detrimental effects. The technology used to construct OCULUS was based on the original SCRAMBLE goggles prototype. 6. Translation: You can see me?! How is this possible? Are you an enlightened one as well? 7. Translation: No matter! You will not interfere with the will of the divine! Leave at once! 8. Translation: So be it! You had your chance! God, forgive me for delivering this soul to you at this finest hour! I pray you'll find peace- 9. A series of Sites designed to retain information following reality shifts or other temporal restructuring events. 10. SCP-6069-C wearing SCP-6069-A's attire had no effect. |
SCP-6070 | apollyon | by Cydhra Item#: SCP-6070 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6070 is permanently stored at Preliminary Site 1950. SCP-6070 is to be coupled to a set of radioisotope batteries1 using a heat exchanger to supply it with heat. All maintenance and testing at SCP-6070 must be carried out using Class-Siddiq antimemetic gear to protect against the memetic filters that inhibit alteration and destruction of SCP-6070. All maintenance and testing must be carried out while time is reversed to prevent catastrophic wormhole failure. Should SCP-6070 be decommissioned, the wormhole must be deactivated while time is reversed. While not being tested, two guards selected from trusted D-Class personnel2 are to be stationed outside of Preliminary Site 1950. The D-Class are to be administered Class H anterograde amnestics3 before their shift to prevent infohazardous infection from the memetic filters and to prevent veil breaches should a D-Class leave their post. No more personnel are to be stationed at SCP-6070.4 Video surveillance of SCP-6070 must be impossible, and contact with stationed D-Class personnel should be avoided. SCP-6070 research personnel must not communicate with stationed D-Class. Description SCP-6070 is an experimental generator providing theoretically unlimited energy through a temporal anomaly. SCP-6070 was built from components retrieved from [REDACTED] which create a positive feedback loop when provided with heat. SCP-6070 is being tested by Foundation researchers as a potential infinite energy source to power future sites. The current prototype is located at Preliminary Site 1950 to prevent an expansion of SCP-1950's5 radius in case of catastrophic wormhole failure. SCP-6070 is protected by a memetic filter that prevents conscious alteration and disassembly to protect the device against hostile intervention and decommissioning. Addenda: Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority Incident SCP-6070/3 Date of incident: 19.04.1993 Item #: SCP-6070 Preliminaries: As instructed by Overwatch Command, SCP-6070 had been relocated to Preliminary Site 1950 and entirely new Special Containment Procedures were set in place. Research personnel disconnected the monitor that allowed access to the messages received via SCP-6070 and left it at Site-54 to prevent exposure of D-Class personnel to new messages. The [DATA EXPUNGED] prevented researchers from disabling the computer system, so instead a network connection was created that allowed remote access to SCP-6070's computer system. [DATA EXPUNGED] Incident Report: A few weeks before the incident, GOI-6070 began transmitting a message. This went unnoticed because messages were ignored to [DATA EXPUNGED]. [DATA EXPUNGED] At 03:52 CST the request for four deployments was changed by ETTRA operatives to a rapid deployment request for MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") which was deemed an equivalent but easier to deploy force. [DATA EXPUNGED] Alerted by gunfire, one of the two northern vehicles stopped and turned around at 12:01 CST. It is assumed that the occupants were civilians. The other vehicle, a white van, sped up and approached Preliminary Site 1950. MTF Nu-7 opened fire on the Van with a BGM-71 TOW, killing its occupants instantly. [DATA EXPUNGED] in Site-54 are being investigated. Aftermath: Investigation of the disabled vehicles revealed eight dead GOC agents who had been approaching the site. The agents were carrying protective gear against [DATA EXPUNGED], and had infiltration and surveillance equipment in the cars. The cars were not armored and had no indication of preparation for a firefight. At this point, Nu-7 operatives began to question the proportionality of their deployment, and sought confirmation about their mission directives with Command. In later interviews, multiple Nu-7 agents specifically denounced the operation and complained about having been lied to regarding the mission. When ETTRA called back at Site-54 for inquiry about the supposed heavily armed GOC deployment, researchers reacted with confusion. It was only at this time that the [DATA EXPUNGED] was discovered. An archived version of this document has been marked as relevant. Do you want to continue? Footnotes 1. Generators that use unstable isotopes to generate heat from natural nuclear decay 2. Experienced D-Class who have proven some degree of loyalty towards the Foundation 3. Amnestics that prevent the forming of new memories for the period of their effect 4. Including, but not limited to, armed guards, SCP-6070 research personnel, and technical staff. 5. 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SCP-6071 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6071 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6071's entrance perimeter is to be constantly watched by two security personnel members. Additionally, they must enter SCP-6071 every 3 days to check SCP-6071-A's status. SCP-6071's secondary hallway Description: SCP-6071 refers to a structural assembly located in the underground vicinity of Site-04. The date of its building is currently unknown, as well as its constructor, however, due to various mechanisms found inside, it is believed that it was created between 1968 to 1970. The construction itself does not have the capacity of an adequate structure to be underground, and due to this, it is extremely deteriorated; internal changes had to be applied to it to avoid possible collapses. Foundation's logo stampings can be found at some points in the complex. Additionally, SCP-6071 has multiple rooms, some destroyed due to the previously mentioned details. Excavations are currently being carried out in search of possible information added to the nature of the construction1. It has been found SCP-6071's structure is found around a central cell in which SCP-6071-A is contained2. Addendum 6071.1: Recovered Documentation After an initial reconnaissance in the reception area, multiple documents were found in a nearby office belonging to Eleazer Anderson. Subsequent searches of their current whereabouts were inconclusive. Iteration I Iteration II Iteration III Iteration IV Item's Designation Number: #4099N4TG00D-768 Notice: The item has properties that allow it to breach containment at any time. Item's Description: Triakis octahedron composed of Sli-373. It is believed that it possesses a partial knowledge of the environment and an entity is found within it. Current Containment Details: All personnel members whose function is to check the status of the abnormality must have memetic inoculation. Report: [UNREADABLE] The object seems to have cognito-hazardous properties that cause closeness to it. Any individual who comes into direct eye contact for a continuous period of 4 minutes will be affected and will try to establish a "friendly relationship" with it, sharing interests and information. It has been observed that the subjects affected by the abnormality tend to convince unaffected individuals to transfer or release the object. The item has been found to be attracted to a specific location, which is close to the current 〔UNREADABLE〕. Notes: The object does not follow any communication system that can be detected with anti-cognito-hazardous filters or the like. However, knowing the type of properties it has, it is possible that a subsequent application of amnestic treatment to an affected subject may be more than enough to eliminate any trace of them. Tests are in progress. — Res. Eleazer Anderson Department of Abnormalities Interviewed: EP-6436 - Sebastián Jímenez Interviewer: Res. Eleazer Anderson [BEGIN LOG] EP-6436: It wants to see the world, you know? Res. Anderson: Why? EP-6436: The world was made to admire at, or so it says. Creation, at the end of the day, became so beautiful to be beheld. Res. Anderson: I understand. However, prior testing has proven it does want to go to Site-██. Is there any particular reason for that? EP-6436: It wants to meet with them. Res. Anderson: Them? EP-6436: It's hard to explain. It feels curious about [EXPUNGED COGNITO-HAZARD] Res. Anderson: Thank God I've got the filters on. I truly doubt that's something I can comprehend so directly; explain it in other words. EP-6436: A different thing. A more… advanced thing, to say something. Res. Anderson: This doesn't clear any doubt either. Anything else? EP-6436: It wants to see you. Res. Anderson: Me? For what? EP-6436: It thinks you, and only you, can do something to turn the tables, make everything better, more favorable. (3 second silence) Res. Anderson: I see. We're done for today. [END LOG] Months have passed since the object was contained. I currently suffer from several dreams about it, although I only remember fragments of them— I cannot say that it is anything that addresses any real conclusion. Only cold and sterile facilities, with things that I cannot remember and I think that, even if I could, I wouldn't fully understand. Results are expected with everything I am doing, but I really don't know what to do. I think it's time to try something different. — Res. Eleazer Anderson Interviewed: #4099N4TG00D-768 Interviewer: Res. Eleazer Anderson [BEGIN LOG] 4099N4TG00D-768: It's happening is inevitable. Soon or later the cataclysm will be unleashed. Res. Anderson: And, for that moment, what will happen? 4099N4TG00D-768: They'll all be free once again, through the world, the galaxy, the universe. There's no specific answer for that. There are so many variables, and all of them are so different; they can't be predicted. Res. Anderson: So, whatever we're doing now is completely futile. 4099N4TG00D-768: Partially. Res. Anderson: What do you mean? 4099N4TG00D-768: As I've said, whatever has to happen will happen; however, there is a way to prepare the situation so this will not occur again. It's inevitable, yes, but that doesn't mean it's irremediable. Res. Anderson: I still don't understand. 4099N4TG00D-768: You can properly prepare everything in such a way there's the record that, first of all, we were here, and, second, everything can be diverted. Res. Anderson: But, how? 4099N4TG00D-768: There are many ways, and is preferable to do all of them as soon as possible. Secure the main headquarters, which is the reason it attracts me so much. And, with that, we can leave useful information in other places to have a Deus Ex Machina for the next ones, and then… Res. Anderson: Then what? 4099N4TG00D-768: We'll wait. Res. Anderson: For what? 4099N4TG00D-768: For them to contain. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. 12/07/2021: Corrupted files similar to instructions have been found. Addition of pending addenda for December 9 of this year. 2. For more information, see Addendum 6071.1. 3. A metal created by alloying 70.7% of U-92 and 20, 1% of Pu-94 and 10.2% of Asl-56. Resistant to all known stresses, resistance superior to any anomalous and non-anomalous mineral discovered at the time this document was found. |
SCP-6072 | keter | close Info X More by this author The only available photo of SCP-6072, taken on 09/12/2035, moments before the entity's demanifestation. Item #: SCP-6072 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6072 currently remains uncontained. Its proper localization and anchoring using Scranton Reality Anchors in cooperation with Site-88 personnel due to their experience with humanoid anomalies is to be considered top priority for Site-120 personnel. All potential manifestation reports are to be immediately investigated. All Foundation personnel matching SCP-6072's manifestation criteria are to be placed within anti-ontokinetic spaces for the duration of their potential death, preventing the entity's manifestation. Description: SCP-6072 is a predatory entity with no consistent form nor appearance, emitting a constant output of Level 4 TRE (Tartarean Radiation Energy) and minor amounts of Akiva Radiation, similar to that of a non-worshipped diety.1 SCP-6072 displays predatory behavior, only targetting individuals exhibiting one or more of the following traits due to hunting ease: age above 60, severe loneliness, life in relative poverty, highly unstable life, bad health condition, both physical and mental, lack of many truly close relatives or friends to rely on for potential protection, inability to maintain romantic relationships. All individuals near which SCP-6072 manifests are found dead within two to five minutes of exposure; in 100% of cases, the cause of death was determined to be a disease previously undiagnosed in an extreme state. The entity will never leave its prey until it's confirmed dead, always awaiting near it until the disease kills the subject, not infrequently checking for life signs on people it hunts. How SCP-6072 is able to manifest them within the organism of its prey in such an advanced state remains unknown. SCP-6072 possesses virtually unlimited teleportation and shapeshifting capabilities, enabling it to manifest at any location in any form. Despite this, the entity utilizes this ability solely to manifest near its prey, which it hunts constantly; it has never been noted to appear anywhere else other than near individuals it wishes to eliminate. Most manifestations follow the formula of the entity taking the form of standard humans within the area it manifests in, frequently choosing the form of a close relative of the person it wishes to hunt. Upon detecting a potential victim, the entity will stop at nothing to achieve its goal — it has even been noted to bypass previously thought to be impenetrable anti-ontokinetic spaces. Current hypothesis hold the entity is a pain-consuming Tartarean, prolonging its life through the murder of others. Though this theory is backed up by examples of pre-modern era civilizations interacting with it,2 whether it's true remains unknown. Discovery and Historical Context: SCP-6072 had been known to the Foundation in one form or another ever since its founding in 1870. Initially suspected to be numerous other anomalies, following over 150 years of continued appearance, it had been fully researched and classified as SCP-6072. However, despite the Foundation only possessing data about it for 165 years, research has revealed numerous records taken from all around the world throughout numerous centuries regarding the world's cultures and their interactions with the entity. The following is a select few of the most important ones.3 Timeframe of Manifestations Location of manifestations Manifestation Details Unknown, most likely ~ 1800-1700 B.C. Egypt Due to the extremely poor state of most of society at the time, SCP-6072 was able to claim extreme amounts of victims. Directly responsible for the belief in Resheph, a god of disease spawning it wherever he came. Unknown, most likely ~ 400-300 B.C. Mesopotamia Due to the highly politically unstable timeframe of its manifestation, SCP-6072 was able to exploit it to hunt numerous victims before being noticed. Inspired the myth of Erra; a god of war and disease, coming for the weak to take them to the kingdom of the dead. Unknown, most likely ~ 400-700 Central and Eastern Europe SCP-6072's numerous manifestations most likely inspired the Masurian myth of "white peoples;" a gnome-like race of demons responsible for human diseases, bringing them upon the weak and old. The Edo period (1603-1867) Japan Despite the relative peace and economical stability of the era, SCP-6072 was still noted to manifest due to the chaos and instability of the era directly before it causing many poorer regions (though the manifestations were visibly less and less frequent as the era went on). Most likely inspired the Japanese myth of the Shinigami (death gods bringing weak humans death and carrying their souls to the afterlife). 1890-1923 Siberia Due to the highly unstable health and physical wealth of the Ket people in that region caused by numerous attempts at russification by the Russian authorities of the time, SCP-6072 was able to hunt much more frequently within the area. Further research regarding the culture suggests the entity was responsible for the myth of the Chośadam goddess; a deity responsible for cursing humans with diseases and "devouring their souls" afterwards. Addendum 6072-2: The following log is the only available recording of SCP-6072 interacting with any of its victims as well as the only manifestation event which the Foundation was able to witness. + Access Log 09/12/2035-1 - Close Log 09/12/2035-1 Date: 09/12/2035 Foreword: The following video was taken from one of the cameras within Vanguard Research and Preservation Site-120's4medical ward. At that time, Dr. Ethan MacCarthy Jr.5 was being hospitalized due to a lung health problem discovered the day prior. <Begin Log> SCP-6072 manifests outside of the medical room, taking the form of Dr. MacCarthy6 The doctor is laying in a medical bed, sleeping. SCP-6072 enters the room. The glass doors behind it shut, and their closing sound wakes up the doctor, who blinks twice and puts on his glasses, located at the nightstand. He notices SCP-6072 and gets visibly uneased. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: <coughs> D-Dad? SCP-6072 doesn't respond, coming closer to the doctor's bed. It pulls a chair from one of the nearby tables and sits near the doctor, who starts to cry. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Is… <coughs> is that… y-you? SCP-6072 nods. At that time, personnel stationed outside of the ward notice the entity within and start to attempt to open the doors. Upon failing to do so, they start to notify security, banging at the glass walls for the doctor to notice the entity. He doesn't respond nor notice them. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I'm sorry. <weakly:> I… I'm so sorry. As tears go down the doctor's face, the entity comes closer, and touches his face with its hand. Outside the room, Site Security appear, trying to enter the room via force. They are unsuccessful even upon what should normally break both the glass walls and the door. Neither the doctor nor the entity react in any way to them. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I… knew I told you I wouldn't… s… smoke. <coughs> I'm so sorry. SCP-6072 touches the doctor's hand in a calm expression. The other starts to violently cough, trying to hide it with his arm. The entity smiles slightly, and touches his hand with its other hand. The coughing stops for a second. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I didn't know how to deal with… your… your and David's deaths. <pause> I'm so sorry. I'm so— MacCarthy Jr. starts to cry profusely again, stopping all speech. The doctor's phone located on the nightstand starts to ring with an emergency tone. He doesn't notice it. He again starts to cough, this time visibly coughing blood. SCP-6072: Shh, don't worry. It's fine. I'm here and I'm proud of you. Don't worry at all. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I don't want to go, dad. I don't want to… die. <pause> I'm not ready to. I don't want to. <coughs> I'm sorry. I'm sorry for… for everything. I don't want… <pause> to go, dad. I don't— The entity shushes him, giving the doctor a hug. They sit in that position for two minutes, with MacCarthy Jr. sobbing violently. The entity shushes him again. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I… I… SCP-6072: Shh. Mom and David are proud of you, too. Don't worry. We're here for you. It's okay. Don't worry about it. Shh. It's fine. The entity hugs the doctor again. Upon finishing the gesture, MacCarthy Jr. lays down on his bed. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I… I think I… The doctor closes his eyes. He no longer expresses sadness nor pain. SCP-6072: I'm proud of you. SCP-6072 demanifests. Though Dr. MacCarthy Jr. ceases all movement, an expression of happiness can be seen on his face. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following SCP-6072's demanifestation, Dr. MacCarthy Jr. was found dead at the age of 85 within the hospital ward. Post-mortem analysis revealed it was caused by a previously undiagnosed lung cancer. The disease was entirely unanomalous, believed, following further research, to have been within Dr. MacCarthy Jr. for at least 3 prior years, mainly due to his long-lasting smoking addiction and poor work ethic. Following further research, it was discovered SCP-6072 does not cause any of the diseases found within its "victims," not being responsible for their deaths. The TRE previously thought to be emitted from it was, in actuality, simply the byproduct of experiencing human deaths for a prolonged period of time. Further investigation, potential reclassification, and file rewrite of SCP-6072 remains pending. Footnotes 1. Similar in magnitude to the [REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] entity found within SCP-5572-PRIME — research regarding those similarities is ongoing. 2. See — Discovery and Historical Context. 3. For a full list of SCP-6072 manifestations throughout history, request access to Site-120's General RAISA Chairman, James Moore. 4. Full update of the SCP-6072 file to account for Site-120's status is currently pending. 5. One of the five members of Site-120's Director Council, last member of the MacCarthy family — a multi-generational family long-serving the Foundation. All other members either lost in action or dead due to age. 6. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.'s father, who was dead since 28/03/1984. From personal testimonies, it's been deduced that the man was Dr. MacCarthy Jr.'s only person he considered close to himself. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6072" by Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6072. Licensed under CC-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: ontotop Author: EstrellaYoshte, edited by HarryBlank License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: link Filename: suit3.png Author: N/A License: Public Domain Source Link: Taken from SCP-5353, which took from here Notes: Originally edited by Tufto, then edited by myself |
SCP-6072 | uncontained | close Info X More by this author The only available photo of SCP-6072, taken on 09/12/2035, moments before the entity's demanifestation. Item #: SCP-6072 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6072 currently remains uncontained. Its proper localization and anchoring using Scranton Reality Anchors in cooperation with Site-88 personnel due to their experience with humanoid anomalies is to be considered top priority for Site-120 personnel. All potential manifestation reports are to be immediately investigated. All Foundation personnel matching SCP-6072's manifestation criteria are to be placed within anti-ontokinetic spaces for the duration of their potential death, preventing the entity's manifestation. Description: SCP-6072 is a predatory entity with no consistent form nor appearance, emitting a constant output of Level 4 TRE (Tartarean Radiation Energy) and minor amounts of Akiva Radiation, similar to that of a non-worshipped diety.1 SCP-6072 displays predatory behavior, only targetting individuals exhibiting one or more of the following traits due to hunting ease: age above 60, severe loneliness, life in relative poverty, highly unstable life, bad health condition, both physical and mental, lack of many truly close relatives or friends to rely on for potential protection, inability to maintain romantic relationships. All individuals near which SCP-6072 manifests are found dead within two to five minutes of exposure; in 100% of cases, the cause of death was determined to be a disease previously undiagnosed in an extreme state. The entity will never leave its prey until it's confirmed dead, always awaiting near it until the disease kills the subject, not infrequently checking for life signs on people it hunts. How SCP-6072 is able to manifest them within the organism of its prey in such an advanced state remains unknown. SCP-6072 possesses virtually unlimited teleportation and shapeshifting capabilities, enabling it to manifest at any location in any form. Despite this, the entity utilizes this ability solely to manifest near its prey, which it hunts constantly; it has never been noted to appear anywhere else other than near individuals it wishes to eliminate. Most manifestations follow the formula of the entity taking the form of standard humans within the area it manifests in, frequently choosing the form of a close relative of the person it wishes to hunt. Upon detecting a potential victim, the entity will stop at nothing to achieve its goal — it has even been noted to bypass previously thought to be impenetrable anti-ontokinetic spaces. Current hypothesis hold the entity is a pain-consuming Tartarean, prolonging its life through the murder of others. Though this theory is backed up by examples of pre-modern era civilizations interacting with it,2 whether it's true remains unknown. Discovery and Historical Context: SCP-6072 had been known to the Foundation in one form or another ever since its founding in 1870. Initially suspected to be numerous other anomalies, following over 150 years of continued appearance, it had been fully researched and classified as SCP-6072. However, despite the Foundation only possessing data about it for 165 years, research has revealed numerous records taken from all around the world throughout numerous centuries regarding the world's cultures and their interactions with the entity. The following is a select few of the most important ones.3 Timeframe of Manifestations Location of manifestations Manifestation Details Unknown, most likely ~ 1800-1700 B.C. Egypt Due to the extremely poor state of most of society at the time, SCP-6072 was able to claim extreme amounts of victims. Directly responsible for the belief in Resheph, a god of disease spawning it wherever he came. Unknown, most likely ~ 400-300 B.C. Mesopotamia Due to the highly politically unstable timeframe of its manifestation, SCP-6072 was able to exploit it to hunt numerous victims before being noticed. Inspired the myth of Erra; a god of war and disease, coming for the weak to take them to the kingdom of the dead. Unknown, most likely ~ 400-700 Central and Eastern Europe SCP-6072's numerous manifestations most likely inspired the Masurian myth of "white peoples;" a gnome-like race of demons responsible for human diseases, bringing them upon the weak and old. The Edo period (1603-1867) Japan Despite the relative peace and economical stability of the era, SCP-6072 was still noted to manifest due to the chaos and instability of the era directly before it causing many poorer regions (though the manifestations were visibly less and less frequent as the era went on). Most likely inspired the Japanese myth of the Shinigami (death gods bringing weak humans death and carrying their souls to the afterlife). 1890-1923 Siberia Due to the highly unstable health and physical wealth of the Ket people in that region caused by numerous attempts at russification by the Russian authorities of the time, SCP-6072 was able to hunt much more frequently within the area. Further research regarding the culture suggests the entity was responsible for the myth of the Chośadam goddess; a deity responsible for cursing humans with diseases and "devouring their souls" afterwards. Addendum 6072-2: The following log is the only available recording of SCP-6072 interacting with any of its victims as well as the only manifestation event which the Foundation was able to witness. + Access Log 09/12/2035-1 - Close Log 09/12/2035-1 Date: 09/12/2035 Foreword: The following video was taken from one of the cameras within Vanguard Research and Preservation Site-120's4medical ward. At that time, Dr. Ethan MacCarthy Jr.5 was being hospitalized due to a lung health problem discovered the day prior. <Begin Log> SCP-6072 manifests outside of the medical room, taking the form of Dr. MacCarthy6 The doctor is laying in a medical bed, sleeping. SCP-6072 enters the room. The glass doors behind it shut, and their closing sound wakes up the doctor, who blinks twice and puts on his glasses, located at the nightstand. He notices SCP-6072 and gets visibly uneased. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: <coughs> D-Dad? SCP-6072 doesn't respond, coming closer to the doctor's bed. It pulls a chair from one of the nearby tables and sits near the doctor, who starts to cry. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: Is… <coughs> is that… y-you? SCP-6072 nods. At that time, personnel stationed outside of the ward notice the entity within and start to attempt to open the doors. Upon failing to do so, they start to notify security, banging at the glass walls for the doctor to notice the entity. He doesn't respond nor notice them. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I'm sorry. <weakly:> I… I'm so sorry. As tears go down the doctor's face, the entity comes closer, and touches his face with its hand. Outside the room, Site Security appear, trying to enter the room via force. They are unsuccessful even upon what should normally break both the glass walls and the door. Neither the doctor nor the entity react in any way to them. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I… knew I told you I wouldn't… s… smoke. <coughs> I'm so sorry. SCP-6072 touches the doctor's hand in a calm expression. The other starts to violently cough, trying to hide it with his arm. The entity smiles slightly, and touches his hand with its other hand. The coughing stops for a second. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I didn't know how to deal with… your… your and David's deaths. <pause> I'm so sorry. I'm so— MacCarthy Jr. starts to cry profusely again, stopping all speech. The doctor's phone located on the nightstand starts to ring with an emergency tone. He doesn't notice it. He again starts to cough, this time visibly coughing blood. SCP-6072: Shh, don't worry. It's fine. I'm here and I'm proud of you. Don't worry at all. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I don't want to go, dad. I don't want to… die. <pause> I'm not ready to. I don't want to. <coughs> I'm sorry. I'm sorry for… for everything. I don't want… <pause> to go, dad. I don't— The entity shushes him, giving the doctor a hug. They sit in that position for two minutes, with MacCarthy Jr. sobbing violently. The entity shushes him again. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I… I… SCP-6072: Shh. Mom and David are proud of you, too. Don't worry. We're here for you. It's okay. Don't worry about it. Shh. It's fine. The entity hugs the doctor again. Upon finishing the gesture, MacCarthy Jr. lays down on his bed. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.: I… I think I… The doctor closes his eyes. He no longer expresses sadness nor pain. SCP-6072: I'm proud of you. SCP-6072 demanifests. Though Dr. MacCarthy Jr. ceases all movement, an expression of happiness can be seen on his face. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following SCP-6072's demanifestation, Dr. MacCarthy Jr. was found dead at the age of 85 within the hospital ward. Post-mortem analysis revealed it was caused by a previously undiagnosed lung cancer. The disease was entirely unanomalous, believed, following further research, to have been within Dr. MacCarthy Jr. for at least 3 prior years, mainly due to his long-lasting smoking addiction and poor work ethic. Following further research, it was discovered SCP-6072 does not cause any of the diseases found within its "victims," not being responsible for their deaths. The TRE previously thought to be emitted from it was, in actuality, simply the byproduct of experiencing human deaths for a prolonged period of time. Further investigation, potential reclassification, and file rewrite of SCP-6072 remains pending. Footnotes 1. Similar in magnitude to the [REDACTED PER O5 ORDER] entity found within SCP-5572-PRIME — research regarding those similarities is ongoing. 2. See — Discovery and Historical Context. 3. For a full list of SCP-6072 manifestations throughout history, request access to Site-120's General RAISA Chairman, James Moore. 4. Full update of the SCP-6072 file to account for Site-120's status is currently pending. 5. One of the five members of Site-120's Director Council, last member of the MacCarthy family — a multi-generational family long-serving the Foundation. All other members either lost in action or dead due to age. 6. Dr. MacCarthy Jr.'s father, who was dead since 28/03/1984. From personal testimonies, it's been deduced that the man was Dr. MacCarthy Jr.'s only person he considered close to himself. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6072" by Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6072. Licensed under CC-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: ontotop Author: EstrellaYoshte, edited by HarryBlank License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: link Filename: suit3.png Author: N/A License: Public Domain Source Link: Taken from SCP-5353, which took from here Notes: Originally edited by Tufto, then edited by myself |
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padding: 2vw; } 2/6073 LEVEL 2/6073 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6073 Uncontained SCP-6073 on patrol. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6073 is presently uncontained. If encountered, SCP-6073 is to be subdued and held in a reinforced containment chamber at Site-43. No plant life or plant-based materials are to be brought within its immediate vicinity. The chamber is to be fitted with flame-based escape deterrents. Description: SCP-6073 is an animate and sapient scarecrow measuring 1.8 meters in height. Although primarily comprised of packed herbaceous material, SCP-6073 has demonstrated physical strength on par with that of an average adult human male. SCP-6073 wears a thick brown coat and a straw farmer's hat at all times, in addition to a variety of combat gear depending on situational context. Its 'facial features' consist of a burlap sack with two large white buttons for eyes and no apparent mouth. Aside from stitches and holes in its body and clothing, it possesses no other distinguishing features. While the exact parameters of its capabilities remain unclear, it has been confirmed that SCP-6073 can manipulate plantlife in its immediate vicinity. It has demonstrated the capacity to induce rapid growth in flora such as trees and grass through direct physical contact, and can telekinetically manipulate plant matter. Where possible, SCP-6073 will later reverse the alterations it has made and assume a pose of prayer in front of any plant it has thereby manipulated. After a brief period, it will then perform a formal bow. SCP-6073 possesses the following anomalous properties: The ability to mentally influence the behavior of avian life belonging to the genus Corvus; The ability to dehydrate any object through physical touch.SCP-6073 uses this ability to refill its internal mass by dehydrating grass and inserting it into its body.; The ability to detect living beings in its vicinity; The ability to produce an apparently endless supply of toothpicks from the burlap covering its mouth region. SCP-6073 has conducted numerous 'smash and grab' attacks against the SCP Foundation, particularly during containment and transportation operations. It does not appear to hold civilians in similar contempt, and avoids causing harm to them. History: The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-6073 in 2007 during the attempted containment of an unrelated anomaly in Winchester County, New York. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/incident/Agent Rodney - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [The footage begins on a suburban street. The anomaly, a headless humanoid wielding a sword, attempts to resuscitate its horse by repeatedly performing CPR on it. The horse has multiple gunshot wounds on its flanks, and its eyes are glowing red. The horse emits a whine before becoming silent; the red light in its eyes fades. The anomaly stands up and backs away from the horse, expressing visible shock.] [Members of MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") surround the anomaly, all sights trained on it. The anomaly quickly turns to face the closest operative, shakes its sword in anger, then charges. It is tackled to the ground and restrained. Other members of MTF Pi-1 evacuate residents from the area. Agent Polk and Agent Rodney watch from a distance, the latter whistling in amusement.] Agent Polk: Something you want to add, Rod? Agent Rodney: Huh? Oh, I was just… this wasn't how I expected this to go down. I feel… kind of bad for it, actually. Agent Polk: You do realize it tried to kill us earlier, right? Agent Rodney: Well… yeah? I guess it felt odd that the real danger came from the horse, and even then they were running most of the time. Just wish both of them could have made it. I mean look at the guy, he's becoming unhinged. I would hate to think we killed his pet. Agent Polk: It's part of the job, Rod. It's not our fault they wanted to go the hard way. Agent Rodney: Yeah, but still. Oh… looks like they handcuffed him. Does that mean it's time to clean up? Agent Polk: Nah, I think they have to give the order first. But with how clean this went I think we have our work cut out for us. Say Rod, after this, want to go to the Empire State Building? I haven't been, and we still have time before they ship us out. Agent Rodney: Sure. Not a fan of sightseeing, but I ca— [As the operatives disarm the anomaly and lift it to its feet, Agent Rodney sees a wooden spike fly through the air and embed itself into the transformer on a utility pole. The power in the area goes out, and the sparks from the transformer set the spike on fire. All personnel direct their attention away from the anomaly and scan the area. Agents Rodney and Polk unholster their firearms.] Agent Rodney: What the hell was that?! Agent Polk: I dunno. Maybe a fuse burned out? Agent Rodney: Unlikely. [Agent Rodney spots the wooden spike.] Where did… what? [A tree planted near the sidewalk suddenly lurches forward and entangles several agents and operatives within its branches. Civilians flee in fear as members of MTF Pi-1 open fire upon the tree, being careful not to harm the personnel. The humanoid anomaly is still pressed against the ground, observing with apparent confusion. Agent Rodney and Agent Polk begin running in the direction of the tree.] Agent Polk: Is that thing causing it? Agent Rodney: Don't look like it. Something else is. Agent Polk: Like what?! [A wooden bench is ripped from the ground and thrown against two operatives, knocking one out. The captain of MTF Pi-1 points to the roof of one of the houses, where SCP-6073 can be seen with one arm extended. It pulls back, and using a chimney as cover begins firing a sniper rifle at Pi-1. They return fire. SCP-6073 never misses a shot, and Pi-1 suffer multiple gunshot wounds to their extremities. SCP-6073 spots one of the members pulling out a grenade, and it jumps onto and slides down another utility pole.] [The utility pole begins to break apart from the top down. The shards of wood attach to and revolve around SCP-6073 as it reaches the bottom. The wood surrounding SCP-6073 disintegrates into sawdust and engulfs most members of MTF Pi-1. The sawdust reforms and hardens on the operatives, leaving only their mouths and noses exposed. A lone operative charges SCP-6073 from behind with a knife. SCP-6073 turns around and grabs onto the skin of his neck, dehydrating him to the point of physical exhaustion.] Agent Polk: Holy— Agent Rodney: Shh! Get down. [Agent Rodney and Agent Polk hide behind one of the parked cars as SCP-6073 stares at the operative in front of it, then tosses him a plastic water bottle. The operative stares at the bottle in bewilderment as he struggles to crawl. SCP-6073 rushes to the anomaly and breaks the zipties around its wrists with a knife. The anomaly stares as SCP-6073 pulls it to its feet.] SCP-6073: Easy, easy there. Don't panic. I'm a friend. Can you understand me? Are there any more of you that need help? [The anomaly nods, and slowly turns to the horse. It slowly approaches the carcass before SCP-6073 rests a hand on its shoulder. Agent Rodney and Agent Polk emerge from behind the car and train their firearms on SCP-6073.] SCP-6073: Look, I'm sorry for your loss. But we can't stay here. More of them will come and they're very persistent. I'll explain later. Just follow me— [SCP-6073 snaps its head up, turns around and aims its rifle at both agents. The anomaly behind SCP-6073 grasps its sword firmly.] SCP-6073: Hello gentlemen. Beautiful night, isn't it. [Agent Rodney gives Agent Polk a nervous glance before speaking.] Agent Rodney: Did you just… kill all those people? SCP-6073: No. They're all still alive. [SCP-6073 gestures to the fallen personnel, unconscious or physically unable to get up.] SCP-6073: You're going to have to leave without us, I'm afraid. I have other plans for tonight; I'm only here to give my new friend a ride, and then I'll be out of your hair. There's no need for you to do anything rash. Agent Rodney: You know who we are? [Agent Polk takes a step forwards and holds his breath. His finger slowly squeezes the trigger. SCP-6073 immediately fires at Agent Polk's gun, causing him to drop it. Agent Rodney gasps as SCP-6073 trains its gun in his direction.] SCP-6073: I know who you are, I know even more about what you can become, and I want no part of any of it. Just toss your weapons down the drain right there. Please? I want to keep things as civil as possible. You saw how that worked out with your friends. [Agent Polk turns to Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney contemplates, then sighs. He drops his firearm, and kicks his and Agent Polk's down a storm drain in front of them. SCP-6073 hangs its rifle by the strap on its shoulder. It eyes the remnants of the utility pole and the tree, folds its hands in a gesture of prayer, then bows.] SCP-6073: Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your evening; I hear the Empire State Building offers quite a view. [SCP-6073 takes a machine gun from one of the operatives and hands it to the other anomaly. SCP-6073 urges the anomaly to follow him into the woods while maintaining eye contact with the agents. The anomaly stares at the horse a final time, then rushes after SCP-6073. Agent Polk tilts his head, remaining silent. Agent Rodney pulls out his phone.] [END LOG] Neither SCP-6073 nor the other anomaly could subsequently be located. Although Pi-1 suffered major injuries, there were no casualties and all personnel made a full recovery. All witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics, and the blackout caused by the entity was explained under the cover story of a car accident. SCP-6073 was designated an SCP object after this incident. Targeted searches of government and allied GOI records revealed multiple accounts of an assailant with anomalous capabilities matching those of SCP-6073. Date Location Event 06/07/1983 Province of Matera, Italy A Global Occult Coalition task force was in the process of hunting an anomalous entity within the city sewers. While the GOC refused to reveal any details of the mission, it was known that the entity was amphibious and capable of absorbing nearby waste matter to increase its physical strength and for feeding purposes. The task force encountered the entity, but before they had the opportunity to terminate it, SCP-6073 appeared. SCP-6073 used roots found within the sewer and a machine gun to repel the operatives. The operatives attempted to combat SCP-6073 but were quickly outmatched and fled the area, allowing SCP-6073 and the entity to escape. 12/26/1991 Odessa, Ukraine Shortly after the Soviet Union officially collapsed, a secret facility in Odessa was apparently ransacked. Investigation revealed that the facility was owned by remnants of GRU Division P. The purpose of the facility was to imprison and experiment on anomalous humans from all territories of the Soviet Union. A janitor who worked and lived at the facility claimed he saw SCP-6073 freeing the prisoners from their cells and restraining the director. SCP-6073 then restrained the janitor before locking him in a closet. Neither the anomalies or the director have been seen since. 10/31/2005 New Orleans, United States A entity matching SCP-6073's description was reported to be within the French Quarter. SCP-6073 used the cover of Halloween night to converse with certain locals, claiming to be seeking a potential alliance with the 'rightful ruler of the swamp' before disappearing near Jackson Street. A representative was sent to converse with Papa Legba of La Rue Macabre; Legba claimed to have more important matters to attend to, citing an important dinner. 04/14/2006 Kenmare, Ireland As part as an ongoing campaign to eliminate wild SCP-3199, an MTF was sent to Kenmare upon reports of a single male specimen taking refuge in a nearby forest. Upon arrival they noticed the owner of the farm shivering and injured alongside the corpse of the SCP-3199 instance. A large cooler filled to the brim with SCP-3199 eggs and ice was also found nearby. Upon interrogation, the farmer explained that he had been commencing his daily duties before being attacked by SCP-3199. SCP-6073 appeared and eliminated the entity via a headshot from a sniper rifle. SCP-6073 then noticed the farmer and patched his wounds with spare cloth it had on its person. SCP-6073 then collected the eggs, told the farmer to watch over them until help arrived, and thanked him for his time before bowing and leaving. The farmer was administered Class-A amnestics and the eggs were confiscated. Addendum-01, Raid: Analysis of all recent SCP-6073 appearances allowed for the triangulation of an approximate boundary for the entity's activity. SCP-6073 was covertly tracked back to the premises of an abandoned factory within Detroit, Michigan. MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") was dispatched to capture SCP-6073, and a perimeter of agents was maintained outside the factory to prevent escapes. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/capture/MTF Pi-1 - Close File Date: 08/28/2007 [BEGIN LOG] [It is night, and few people are on the street. Operatives surround the building, covering all exits. MTF-Aleksey approaches the door and listens closely. He nods his head.] MTF-Aleksey: No sound coming from the entrance, Commander. Shall we proceed? MTF-Commander Guillermo: Yes, but don't use the battering ram. Pick it if possible. We don't want to waste the element of surprise. [MTF-Aleksey nods and kneels in front of the door. He pulls out a lock pick and inserts it into the keyhole. After some struggle, he unlocks the door. MTF Pi-1 enter the building and turn on their night vision goggles. As they proceed further into the factory, they see food rations and camping gear. MTF-Shane eyes the gear.] MTF-Shane: Have they been living here? MTF-Commander Guillermo: We can figure that out later. Dawson, do you see anything ahead? MTF-Dawson: No, Commander. Nothing out of the usual… wait. I think I hear… something? MTF-Cureton: What is it? MTF-Dawson: …a voice. I can barely make it out but… yeah it's coming from there. [MTF-Dawson points to an ascending staircase. MTF Pi-1 walk up the stairs; SCP-6073's voice becomes audible.] SCP-6073: —to recap, the organizations that are your main concern, aside from the SCP Foundation of course, are the GOC, the Insurgency, and the UIU. Female Voice: The UIU? But I thought they were incompetent? SCP-6073: No, they're not. That's simply how the 'normalcy community' views them. While they may not have the resources of the other groups I mentioned, they are just as dedicated. Remember that. MTF-Cureton: There's more of them here? Maybe we should call backup. MTF-Commander Guillermo: It's too early, Cure. Let's see how dire it is first, then we'll ask. Keep quiet and do not fire unless I say so. [MTF Pi-1 reach the end of the staircase and encounter another locked door. MTF-Aleksey unlocks this door more quickly, and opens it. MTF Pi-1 enter the third floor balcony of the factory. Below is the assembly line; multiple humanoid and non-humanoid entities are visible, including: a large animate scorpion apparently composed of diamond; a bipedal creature resembling the common oak tree (Quercus robur); four instances of the Comoedia family, silently giggling to themselves. [SCP-6073 is several meters away from the group, holding the remote control for a projector screen sitting on a nearby table. The projector is displaying the sigils of various Groups of Interest, including the Foundation, on a section of white wall. SCP-6073 produces audio consistent with clearing its throat before taking a seat on a metal drum.] SCP-6073: These organizations may have different or even conflicting goals, but that doesn't mean they won't join forces when the need arises. That's why they're so efficient at dealing with large-scale threats… yes, Becker? MTF-Berrin: I have a direct line of sight from here, Commander? Should I take the shot? Cloaked Entity: Yes, I have a question: why do I need this— [The entity pulls out a hand gun.] —when I could use… this? [The entity raises its sword. The blade glows a faint red color before dissipating.] I mean no disrespect. But it doesn't fit my style. MTF-Commander Guillermo: No, not yet. Let's get in position first. Spread out. [MTF Pi-1 array themselves across the balcony, observing the group with firearms at the ready. A headless and cloaked humanoid entity steps away from the group, reaches into a backpack and pulls out a disembodied head, which it twists onto its neck.] SCP-6073: Because, Beck, you cannot always rely on your powers to get things done. I know some of you may believe that you have the upper edge because of your unique set of skills. But I'm here to tell you… it's not that straightforward. Groups like the Foundation will always try to get an edge on you, work around the problem. Magic? Counter-spells. Impenetrable skin? Intangible bullets. Reality benders? They're not even concerned. And if they decide to let loose, decide to give us everything they have, well… you're going to have to take my word for this, but it'll take a lot more than swords to stop them. [The group murmurs. SCP-6073 raises a hand to silence them.] SCP-6073: Do not let that fact sway you to the path of despair. These groups are capable and willing to adapt to the challenges before them, so we must be and do the same. It's a matter of overcoming adversity, and a matter of pragmatism. Using the same tactics over and over again will only result in failure. There will be times you will be outside your element, where the advantages you've been given in life can be easily turned against you. Guns — so common in human society — prove my point that strategy and diligence are among the greatest assets one can have. You of all people should understand this. [SCP-6073 caresses his rifle. The cloaked entity pauses, inserts its sword back into its sheath and examines its gun more closely. Before MTF Commander Guillermo can give an order, another door on the balcony opens. MTF Pi-1 turn to see a humanoid bee consuming honey from a jar. The bee freezes in shock before allowing the spoon to slip from its grasp and fall to the floor.] [SCP-6073 sharply snaps its head to the balcony and gasps. It aims its rifle and fires, alerting the rest of the group to MTF Pi-1's presence. MTF Pi-1 open fire in response. Projectiles of red fire, diamond and confetti make contact with the balcony, severely injuring several operatives. The footage becomes indecipherable as smoke and red light cloud the view. The only sound audible besides gunfire is screaming.] [The remaining footage is taken from Agent Rodney and Agent Polk's body cameras. Both agents are stationed around the corner of an alleyway. Their car is blocking the only exit. Agent Rodney cringes as he hears the distant gunfire.] Agent Polk: Something's up, Rod? Agent Rodney: I was… hoping it wouldn't go hot. It's disconcerting. Agent Polk: You expect straw man to give up without a fight? Especially after last time. Agent Rodney: No, I just didn't expect the fight to be this… fierce. What is even going on over there? It sounds like a warzone! Agent Polk: It's not our job to speculate. Rod… [Agent Polk sees SCP-6073's shadow approaching their location. Agent Polk whispers to Agent Rodney and gives a hand signal. When SCP-6073 turns the corner, Agent Rodney and Agent Polk tackle it. SCP-6073 tries to shoot Agent Polk, but he pulls the gun upwards as the entity fires. SCP-6073 kicks Agent Polk off, then headbutts Agent Rodney from behind.] [SCP-6073 stands up as Agent Polk aims his firearm at the entity. SCP-6073 pulls its trigger, but its rifle is out of ammo. Agent Polk pulls his trigger, but SCP-6073 ducks in response. SCP-6073 grabs onto the ramrod of its rifle, spinning around and hitting Agent Polk in the head with the stock, knocking him out. SCP-6073 grabs Agent Polk's pistol then turns to Agent Rodney, who is aiming his firearm. Agent Rodney glances at Agent Polk in worry.] SCP-6073: Don't fret. He's only taking a nap. Agent Rodney: Um… thanks? It's… nice to see you again. I see you're still in one piece. SCP-6073: And you, sir. I would like it to remain that way, for both of us. I'm not so precise when it comes to handguns… There's a good chance I could kill you even if I hit the right spot. So I must insist, please: let me go. Agent Rodney: I… look. Um… I can't do that. I'm sorry… we're only here to bring to you a safe place? I mean… the world is a dangerous place… you know? SCP-6073: I wholeheartedly agree, but even so, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline that generous offer. I find your concept of containment to be… distasteful. It's simply not my thing. I want to be one with the earth, you see. I can't exactly do that in a box, now can I? Agent Rodney: Look. I know you're scared and… but it has to be this way. Bad things will happen otherwise. SCP-6073: Bad things will happen to me if I go, or to you? Agent Rodney: H-Hold on! Le— SCP-6073: I'm sorry, but you must understand. Now— [Several members of MTF Pi-1 round the corner and are caught off-guard by SCP-6073's presence. SCP-6073 aims its gun at the operatives and Agent Rodney panics, shooting SCP-6073 in the wrist. This causes SCP-6073 to drop its arm, and the operatives tackle it. SCP-6073 struggles as it is restrained, failing to dehydrate the operatives. Agent Rodney stares at SCP-6073, then at his gun. He frowns.] [END LOG] While there were casualties, the raid was deemed a success. Nearly half of the entities either expired in battle or were contained by the Foundation, including SCP-6073. The remainder escaped. Documents recovered from the factory mentioned a group known as the "Miracle Liberation Front," their purpose in Detroit to not only smuggle anomalies out of the city but to train and absorb them into their ranks. A cover story of a large-scale gang war was disseminated to explain the damage to the factory. Addendum-02, Interview: SCP-6073 was sent to Site-19 and an interview was authorized in hopes of obtaining knowledge of the Miracle Liberation Front's origins and assets. SCP-6073 refused unless Agent Rodney conducted the interview. As advanced interrogation techniques proved futile against SCP-6073, this request was reluctantly approved. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/interview/Agent Rodney - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Rodney enters the interview room with a folder, and stops upon seeing SCP-6073. SCP-6073 is behind a tempered glass divider, sitting upright in a chair and clasping its hands together firmly. Agent Rodney exhales and sits in the opposing chair. When he has the documents organized on the table, he clears his throat.] Agent Rodney: Hello there, SCP-6073. My name is Agent Rodney, and I'll be conducting your interview. I can see you're still relatively fine considering… what happened. SCP-6073: My ultimatum has been fulfilled. I'm surprised they listened. Are you're worried about the arm? It'll take more than that to keep me down. Don't beat yourself up over it. Agent Rodney: You're not mad at what happened? I shot you. SCP-6073: You didn't do it out of malice. You thought I was going to bring harm to your men. While I don't appreciate what happened, it's completely understandable… and perhaps a little gratifying. Agent Rodney: I'm glad to hear that, but… gratifying? Why? SCP-6073: I'm not always sure where we, the living things of the Earth, stand with you. Whether you believe all life to be precious, or… [SCP-6073 shakes its head.] SCP-6073: Idle musings. What do the wardens want with me? It must be important if they're willing to compromise. Agent Rodney: They want to know more about you. Your abilities. And the group known as… [Agent Rodney scans the documents] The Miracle Liberation Front. Milf. SCP-6073: No. Agent Rodney: No. Uh… what exactly is this group? SCP-6073: Oh, Mister Rodney, you and the Foundation should already know that. Especially now that you're aware of us. It's all in the name, after all. Agent Rodney: …in the name? SCP-6073: Yes. Agent Rodney: In the name… in the name… I read up on the factory raid, and since there were a lot of anomalies there… "Miracle" is a stand-in for the anomalous? [SCP-6073 nods.] Agent Rodney: Anomalous Liberation Front… ALF… Alf. No. SCP-6073: No. Agent Rodney: Uh, so, anomalies fighting for freedom? SCP-6073: There you go. See? You didn't even need my help. Now if anomalies are fighting for freedom, what are they fighting against? Agent Rodney: I think I might know. But it's best to put it on the record. The Foundation doesn't like to assume, they prefer it cut and dry you know? SCP-6073: To put it simply… the Miracle Liberation Front is fighting against normalcy itself. Or rather, the ones in charge in enforcing normalcy without and indeed against our consent. Agent Rodney: …the human race? You're fighting against the human race? [SCP-6073 observes Agent Rodney shivering slightly in apparent distress.] SCP-6073: It's more complicated than that, and I do not care for your phrasing… but generally speaking, yes. That is correct. And it is a fight, mind you. We are warriors, and liberators, not exterminators. Agent Rodney: Wow… that is a… first for me. Why? Was it always your group's intention to fight the human race? SCP-6073: Well, now, that is even more complicated. But for your sake I'll try my best to give you the short version. As you know, 'anomalies', as you call them, have been around for a very long time. Before humanity came to be. Those days were more… esoteric. There was no distinction made between the anomalous and the normal, everything just was. It was no paradise, but it might as well have been compared to the state of affairs these days. SCP-6073: The human race, for reasons we have yet to comprehend, decide to move away from the concept of oneness with nature and supernature, instead believing that their existence was dependent on their individual purposes, their jobs, their loyalty to authority. We didn't recognize this as a problem at first; 'it must be a phase', we thought. But then the paradigm became more commonplace. People lost their sense of spirituality and superstition… but what broke the straw's back was this enforcement of 'normalcy'. As if we were the exception. As if we shouldn't exist. As if we don't deserve to exist. I, we can't just hang around and watch that happen ag— [SCP-6073 cuts itself off, and does not resume speaking.] Agent Rodney: …okay. So the Liberation Front was started around the same time as the creation of the Veil. SCP-6073: Yes. The original founders of the MLF did so out of convenience. We banded together as a means of mutual survival. Eventually we came to glimpse the scope and threat of 'normalcy'. How far will those who hold such a rigid concept dear dare to take it? What harvest of destruction could they reap if we should bare our teeth? How long until the lid begins to close, how long until it is shut forever? These considerations prompted a… revised approach. SCP-6073: Our priorities had to change, the rules of engagement had to change, and most importantly, we had to change our methods from the abstract to the concrete. It was a bitter pill to swallow for many of us, but we did swallow it, and our ranks swelled. Agent Rodney: They joined that easily? SCP-6073: When the spectre of destruction and enslavement looms over you, you tend to re-evaluate… Is something wrong, Mister Rodney? Your frown is hypnotic. Agent Rodney: It's… so you're planning a revolution, then? SCP-6073: Our goal is to ensure the safety of the anomalous world. If a revolution is necessary, then it is necessary. Agent Rodney: But… that's insane! You admit the world is much more dangerous today than ever, right? Without groups like the Foundation, the world will spiral into chaos! Many of the anomalies we keep could cause major destruction if they had the chance. That's not even counting how people would react if news got out; it could cause society as we know it to crumble! We're just not ready. Look, I'm sorry that you and your group see the Foundation in a negative light, but that doesn't mean we can't lend a helping hand. Yes, we may have made some bad calls before— SCP-6073: And you will again— Agent Rodney: —but what we're doing is for the greater good! The alternative is… well, hell. What do you have to say to that? SCP-6073: Bad farmers make bad crops. Agent Rodney: What? SCP-6073: I'm not blind to the uncertainty associated with miracles. The Foundation may be necessary, but the people in charge and their dogma, their false consensus are not. Despite what they claim, they do not respect us. And that same lack of respect will not only ruin the anomalous, it will also guide your species along a dark path. You may never find your way again. In the event that we do overthrow the normalcy preservation groups, it will mean not chaos, but merely change. SCP-6073: The miracles who need, and deserve to be free, will become free. Those that are too vicious, and too dangerous, will not. If you truly believe that humanity would throw away all the progress it has made over the things that you know, we can still uphold some small measure of your concept of normalcy. The human race can live their lives in the manner they choose, and so can we. Simple on paper, though possibly difficult to manifest in reality. I doubt the Foundation would ever let it happen. Even if we worked out a compromise, they would try to gain the upper hand. They respect power, not merit. SCP-6073: You claim that the Foundation does what it does for the greater good? I can't deny that they may have begun their work with those intentions, but things slip through the cracks. All that power, concentrated in one place, it can twist people the wrong way, or worse, attract the wrong people. The drive to secure became the drive to sacrifice, capitalize instead of contain, power over protection. The greater good? That's a slippery slope. I have seen people use that mindset, thinking they can pave a road with good intentions only for it to lead to a hell of their own making. Trying to justify their actions when they can't face the possibility that they did wrong against god, and worse, themselves. Blaming circumstances beyond their own control for the atrocities they commit. SCP-6073: On the off chance that they truly practice what they preach… that can be just as bad. They become so engrossed in their war both for and against the public, paranoid of what may or may never come, that it clouds their judgment. They think the only way forward is their way. They want to stay in their comfort zone… but their comfort zone is the stillness of death. Trust us, we speak from experience. Agent Rodney: …SCP-6073, why did you request me as your interviewer? SCP-6073: I thought it would be interesting. That's all I can say. [END LOG] A search of the Foundation database revealed that like SCP-6073, the Miracle Liberation Front had been encountered before, albeit unknowingly and not on such a dramatic scale. Proposals were drafted to exploit SCP-6073's containment as a means of combatting this Group of Interest. Addendum-03, Containment Breach: SCP-6073 vehemently refused to divulge any further information, yet otherwise maintained a cooperative attitude. It was scheduled for transfer to Site-43 to facilitate more creative containment and interrogation approaches. Said transfer was carried out via standard armored transport. Prior to this action, a series of tests conducted on the entity to determine the limits of its capabilities concluded that it cannot further manipulate the dried plant matter comprising its own body. This proved inaccurate. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/containment breach/Agent Rodney - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Guards Emmanuel and Joseph are in the driver's seat and passenger seat respectively. Their vehicle is disguised as a small delivery truck. They are driving down a major highway overpass with other camouflaged Foundation vehicles following close behind. A knock is heard from behind them. Joseph opens the cargo latch; SCP-6073 is visible, hands cuffed behind its back.] [SCP-6073 observes the scenery beyond the windshield, then turns its attention to Joseph. SCP-6073 attempts to make conversation with Joseph before he closes the cargo hatch mid-conversation. SCP-6073 frowns and steps away from the front of the truck, stares at the latch for a moment, then turns his head to the handcuffs.] [Both of SCP-6073's wrists deflate as the hay inside its body is pushed into its forearms, creating a noticeable bulge and allowing the handcuffs to fall to the floor. SCP-6073's arms return to their normal shape. The entity produces a toothpick from its face and opens up its shirt. After a deep breath and a prayer, it bites into the shirt and cuts open its chest. SCP-6073 cries into its sleeve until a large cut has been made; small amounts of hay are falling from the opening.] [SCP-6073 holds onto its chest and rushes to the cargo latch, pounding heavily on it. Joseph opens the latch, mouth open to yell, and is met with large amounts of hay pouring into the cabin. Emmanuel and Joseph emit vocalizations of distress as the hay wraps over their eyes, chests and arms, restraining and immobilizing them. SCP-6073 pushes itself through the latch opening, shifting and filtering the hay within its body to facilitate this action. Its body language suggests that the process is immensely painful and exhausting.] [The truck begins swerving heavily on the overpass, catching the attention of nearby drivers and Foundation personnel. The latter attempt to contact the truck, to no response. SCP-6073 successfully makes it through the latch, but is notably deflated. The entity notices the tranquilizer gun in Joseph's holster, and pulls it out. It darts both Joseph and Emmanuel, incapacitating them, telekinetically pulls the hay back into its chest opening, and awkwardly grabs the steering wheel with one hand; it presses on the gas pedal with one foot.] [Personnel pursue the vehicle. SCP-6073 responds by pressing harder against the pedal. After travelling a considerable distance, the entity notices severe traffic up ahead. It abruptly brakes, removes an additional firearm from the glove department, and exits the vehicle. It looks over the railing of the overpass, and freezes. Foundation personnel are closing in. It responds by breaking off the truck's side view mirror, inserting the mirror and guns into its chest, and clamping the opening shut with one hand, then jumping over the railing.] [Foundation personnel observe from the railing. SCP-6073 continues to fall from the overpass, landing on the sidewalk on the bottom with a quiet thud. SCP-6073 quickly stands up and observes personnel from above before darting into a nearby forest.] [The perspective of the footage changes to that of Mobile Task Force Pi-43 ("Garbage In, Garbage Out"), tasked with transporting SCP-6073. Agents are stationed on the outer perimeter of the forest; Agent Polk and Agent Rodney, however are stationed with the MTF.Due to his involvement and history with SCP-6073, Agent Rodney was assigned to the mission in the belief it would increase the chances of capturing the entity..] MTF-Commander Guillermo: How far does the trail go, Shane? MTF-Shane: I don't exactly know, sir. It goes around the corner. [The 'trail' is patches of desiccated grass. The team moves forward as Agent Polk frowns.] Agent Polk: How the hell did that thing slip though? I thought we had everything locked down. Agent Rodney: If there's a will, there's a way. I never thought he'd manage to pull it off though. It's shocking how versatile these anomalies can be sometimes— Agent Polk: It. Agent Rodney: What? Agent Polk: Don't you remember, Rod? It's 'it', not he. Just keep your eyes on the trees, we don't want to get jumped like last time. Agent Rodney: Right… it. [The team continues until the trail ends. They are in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by trees and logs. The position of the logs suggests they have been arranged manually. The team enter formation, multiple members wielding grenade launchers and assault rifles. They are watching the trees with caution.] MTF-Shane: (Whispering) The trail ends here sir, I don't see any further leads. MTF-Commander Guillermo: (Whispering) It can't be that far. We need to keep looking, we're not going home empty handed— [Two nearby trees uproot from the ground behind the team and move towards them. MTF-Berlin and MTF-Aleksey fire their grenade launchers multiple times, destroying them. A third tree begins to animate; as they aim their weapons at it, two tranquillizer darts strike them and they lose their balance.] MTF-Commander Guillermo: Berlin! Aleks— goddammit. All units, we're under fire! I repeat, we're under fir— [Another dart pierces MTF-Commander Guillermo's neck. Agent Polk points to the tree in front of them; SCP-6073 is hiding behind it, wielding a tranquillizer gun and holding the sideview mirror to view the operatives while behind cover. The operatives fire on the trees as SCP-6073 continues to manipulate them.] [MTF-Dawson attempts to rush at SCP-6073, who fires its last dart at him. MTF-Shane aims his grenade launcher at the tree SCP-6073 is using for cover, and pulls the trigger. SCP-6073 dodges as the tree is obliterated; it cringes in pain as a large splinter of wood becomes embedded in its side.] [MTE-Dawson reloads his weapon. SCP-6073 manipulates the animated tree to restrain MTF-Dawson, who screams for assistance as MTF-Cureton and MTF-Shane attempt to pull him out. A branch strikes a grenade on his belt, releasing the pin and resulting in an explosion which kills the remaining operatives. Agents Polk and Rodney are pushed back by the explosion. All darted operatives fall into unconsciousness.] [SCP-6073 screams in pain as it removes the shard from its body. It alters a strand of grass, extending its length, then pulls it out of the ground and uses it to sew the opening shut. The earlier wound on its chest has clearly been stitched closed with further strands of grass. SCP-6073 looks at the expired agents, and expresses shock. It sprints to their location, stands in silence for a moment, then kneels and speaks a prayer.] [SCP-6073 notices Agent Rodney groaning on the ground. It grabs an assault rifle from one of the operatives, and kicks the firearm from his hand. Agent Rodney stands up, taken aback by the appearance of the entity. He looks back and sees the corpses of the operatives; he is shocked.] Agent Rodney: Why… oh my god. SCP-6073: They're going to send more soon. Mister Rodney, you're coming with me. Agent Rodney: What? Why would I do that?! I'm not— Forget it! I'm not doing that! SCP-6073: There's no time to explain. We need to go. Now. Agent Rodney: …you're not giving me a choice, are you? SCP-6073: I'm afraid not, Mister Rodney. Please, don't try anything. There's been more than enough trouble for today. [Agent Polk hisses in pain before he notices SCP-6073. He hastily pulls out his firearm and fires at the entity's back, successfully hitting it once. SCP-6073 flinches as it spins around and fires at Agent Polk's forearm and shoulder. Agent Polk screams in pain as he drops the gun; SCP-6073 manipulates the grass to restrain Agent Polk and cover his mouth. SCP-6073 turns back to Agent Rodney, who is now laying on the ground again. A bullet wound is present on his chest; he is bleeding profusely. SCP-6073 gasps in alarm and kneels next to him. Agent Rodney is in shock, and he is twitching rapidly.] Agent Rodney: God! I can't… oh… fuck. SCP-6073: Rodney. Rodney! Can you hear me? I need you to relax! Can you do that for me? Rodney! Agent Rodney: Hard… breath… hurts. SCP-6073: Don't talk, kid. I'll get you help. Stay calm. Just stay calm. [SCP-6073 wraps the nearby grass around Agent Rodney, using most of it to cover the wound. SCP-6073 carries Agent Rodney over its shoulders, blood dripping over its body. Agent Rodney shivers in SCP-6073's grasp as they both travel further into the forest. Visual contact is lost.] [END LOG] The escape left six Foundation operatives dead and one agent injured. An intensive search of the forest revealed that the blood trail left by Agent Rodney led to a nearby storm drain, and into a sewer system. The trail was prominent until after the surface was again reached, stopping at a pair of tire tracks and Agent's Rodney's discarded phone. For one week no activity relating to SCP-6073 or Agent Rodney was reported. Agent Rodney was considered M.I.A. until he contacted the Foundation via an unregistered telephone. The call was traced back to an abandoned farm near Carnation, Washington. Agents were sent to the location and found Agent Rodney resting on the steps of the farmhouse; he was shirtless, and had a large bandage across his chest. Agent Rodney claimed to have awoken in the farmhouse's master bedroom to see SCP-6073 watching over him. It had apparently activated Agent Rodney's body camera prior to the following conversation, which was recorded. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/report/Agent Rodney - Close File [BEGIN REPORT] [Agent Rodney wakes up, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. He opens his eyes and finds himself lying on a bed. He attempts to get up but find his legs and left arm restrained to a bedframe by rope. He looks around to see SCP-6073 sitting in a rocking chair, writing in a journal before it notices him. It puts the journal away and observes him more closely.] SCP-6073: Oh praise the lord, you're alright. Hold on, I have something for you. [SCP-6073 exits the room. Agent Rodney attempts to break his bonds through sheer physical strength, but fails. SCP-6073 returns with a spoon and a plate of oatmeal resting on a tray, and places the tray on Agent Rodney's lap.] SCP-6073: I wanted to give you something more hearty, but I didn't want to take any chances. I added chocolate and cinnamon though, thought it would add more flavor. [Agent Rodney stares at SCP-6073 with confusion. SCP-6073 brings its chair to the bed and sits down.] SCP-6073: I didn't poison it, if that's what you're thinking. Why would I go through all that hell to save your life, just to end it — in a cowardly way, no less? I wish I could taste-test it to prove my intentions, but. [SCP-6073 points at its lack of mouth.] SCP-6073: Sadly, all you have is my word. [Agent Rodney turns to the oatmeal. He picks up the spoon and begins to eat, hesitantly at first. When he is finished, SCP-6073 sets the tray on a nearby drawer and produces audio consistent with clearing its throat.] SCP-6073: I apologize for the quality of my hospitality. You were losing a lot of blood, and I had to call in a favor to get you patched up. You nearly died… but it's good to see you still have some kick left in you. I imagine you have a few questions. Agent Rodney: Yeah… I do. Why? After everything that happened… why? SCP-6073: Why… well. I'm a firm believer that respect goes a long way. Evil begets evil. Love begets love. Respect begets respect. Even the basest souls, no matter how low, deserve a certain level of respect… I'm sorry about what happened to your friends. I was trying to restrain them, but… I think what happened was my fault. They didn't deserve that. Agent Rodney: Oh… that's right. Thanks? I guess? It means… well, it means something. SCP-6073: You don't seem that bothered. Agent Rodney: In… in my line of work, people know what they're signing up for. It's hard to get my head around the concept of assigning you blame for what happened. That's a new one for me. Most of the things we contain, either they thrive on the pain and death of others, because that's just how they roll, or they don't know what they're doing at all. I should… I don't know what to feel about you? You don't fit in either of those categories. You seem… well, if you're a monster, you're the politest I've ever met. Nice, even. But… SCP-6073: But? Agent Rodney: Why did you join the MLF? They don't seem like nice people. SCP-6073: You think of them as people, now? SCP-6073: …why did you join the Foundation, Rodney? How, and what, made you do that? Agent Rodney: I'm not at liberty to divulge that information. SCP-6073: I'm not looking for specifics. Just give me the general gist. We all had to start from somewhere, right? Agent Rodney: I… had gotten very good at what I did. They scoped me out, recruited me… and I got a taste of what the world was really like. It changed me. Taught me how big and connected everything is. I knew what was at stake, and I swore I'd do everything in my power… well, you know the clichés, right? Was it the same for you? SCP-6073: Yes. Like you I had my… epiphany, a long time ago. I was a captive audience to the horrors of the elite and all the sickness they allowed to trickle down to the common man. Front row seat. I saw people die. I saw the earth burn. But even then, I still had hope for your race. I even came to love one of you. [Agent Rodney tilts his head in confusion, then in awe. SCP-6073 laughs.] SCP-6073: No, not that kind of love. It was familial. This was his home. He didn't think much of me, but I cared for him. It was a long time ago. He perished in this war… in a way… and I keep thinking to myself that I should have done something sooner. I should have shown him who and what I was, told him how I felt, but I'll never have the opportunity now. I don't know why or how I got this second chance to set things right, but… I have to make the most of it. I have to learn, as much as I can, and I have to teach. I can't end this war but I can certainly stop it from getting ugly. Follow god's will the best I can. Agent Rodney: You believe in a god? Is that why you pray all the time? SCP-6073: You'd better believe it. I pray for everything that is alive. You. Me. The humans. The anomalies. Even your Foundation, to a degree. The earth. The stars. The very air we're breathing right now— Agent Rodney: The earth, the stars, and the air? SCP-6073: Everything is alive, Mister Rodney. Maybe not in the same sense of life that you know. But they are alive. Do not forget that. That is why respect is key. You were half-right in your assessment. Many of my 'friends' in the MLF are not friendly towards humanity, but at the same time, there are good people among them. That's another reason why I joined… to get more influence, get them on the right path. I don't want them to become bad farmers. I hope that… when the bad farmers get replaced by the good ones… well, I look forward to seeing what grows from that new beginning. Agent Rodney: …not the worst thing I ever heard, certainly. Is that the only reason you helped me? Respect? Hope? SCP-6073: Those things, and because you are a warrior. Agent Rodney: I'm a soldier. SCP-6073: No. Soldier and warrior are two different things. It's hard to explain. I can't even put it into words. But you are a warrior, like me. Just of a different breed. Agent Rodney: So what happens now? [SCP-6073 pulls out a combat knife and places it into Agent Rodney's free hand. SCP-6073 rises from the chair and turns to leave.] SCP-6073: I left a new cellphone for you on that dresser over there. Cut the rope and you'll be free. It was nice meeting you, Mister Rodney. When you reach the end of your warrior's path, I hope you will have some seeds of your own to plant. Goodbye. Agent Rodney: Wait! SCP… what's your name? Who are you, really? SCP-6073: Call me Farmer Brown. [SCP-6073 leaves the room.] [END REPORT] Investigation of the farm revealed abnormally-high Hume levels. No records of its or its former owner's existence have been found beyond the walls of the farmhouse. It has been designated an unexplained location. Its anomalous features include: A large dried bloodstain on the floor of the main bedroom; A framed photograph of a human male wearing overalls, glasses, and a hat nearly identical to SCP-6073's. An obscured humanoid figure is strapped to a pole in the distance; Bullet holes in the living room walls. Inspection shows them to be shotgun pellets and assault rifle rounds. Only a shotgun was present in the house; A grave near the barn marked by a makeshift cross. Excavation attempts invariably fail, as the nearby vegetation regrows at an extremely rapid rate; A television in the living room continuously broadcasting an EAS (Emergency Alert System) message. The image and audio signals are severely degraded, and cannot be deciphered. The origin of the broadcast is unclear. The relationship between the farm and SCP-6073 remains under investigation. SCP-6073 itself, and the Miracle Liberation Front, remain at large. SCP-6073 sighting in northern Manitoba, Canada. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6073" by Nickthebrick1 and HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6073. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. WovenWraith.jpg is a composite. Its components are: Title: British Army Sniper Author: Defence Images License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Title: Friday Bridge Scarecrow Festival Author: Trojan_Llama License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Title: teXture - Dark Grunge Burlap Author: photonate.com License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Title: Scarecrow Author: Jack W. 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padding: 2vw; } 2/6073 LEVEL 2/6073 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6073 Uncontained SCP-6073 on patrol. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6073 is presently uncontained. If encountered, SCP-6073 is to be subdued and held in a reinforced containment chamber at Site-43. No plant life or plant-based materials are to be brought within its immediate vicinity. The chamber is to be fitted with flame-based escape deterrents. Description: SCP-6073 is an animate and sapient scarecrow measuring 1.8 meters in height. Although primarily comprised of packed herbaceous material, SCP-6073 has demonstrated physical strength on par with that of an average adult human male. SCP-6073 wears a thick brown coat and a straw farmer's hat at all times, in addition to a variety of combat gear depending on situational context. Its 'facial features' consist of a burlap sack with two large white buttons for eyes and no apparent mouth. Aside from stitches and holes in its body and clothing, it possesses no other distinguishing features. While the exact parameters of its capabilities remain unclear, it has been confirmed that SCP-6073 can manipulate plantlife in its immediate vicinity. It has demonstrated the capacity to induce rapid growth in flora such as trees and grass through direct physical contact, and can telekinetically manipulate plant matter. Where possible, SCP-6073 will later reverse the alterations it has made and assume a pose of prayer in front of any plant it has thereby manipulated. After a brief period, it will then perform a formal bow. SCP-6073 possesses the following anomalous properties: The ability to mentally influence the behavior of avian life belonging to the genus Corvus; The ability to dehydrate any object through physical touch.SCP-6073 uses this ability to refill its internal mass by dehydrating grass and inserting it into its body.; The ability to detect living beings in its vicinity; The ability to produce an apparently endless supply of toothpicks from the burlap covering its mouth region. SCP-6073 has conducted numerous 'smash and grab' attacks against the SCP Foundation, particularly during containment and transportation operations. It does not appear to hold civilians in similar contempt, and avoids causing harm to them. History: The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-6073 in 2007 during the attempted containment of an unrelated anomaly in Winchester County, New York. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/incident/Agent Rodney - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [The footage begins on a suburban street. The anomaly, a headless humanoid wielding a sword, attempts to resuscitate its horse by repeatedly performing CPR on it. The horse has multiple gunshot wounds on its flanks, and its eyes are glowing red. The horse emits a whine before becoming silent; the red light in its eyes fades. The anomaly stands up and backs away from the horse, expressing visible shock.] [Members of MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") surround the anomaly, all sights trained on it. The anomaly quickly turns to face the closest operative, shakes its sword in anger, then charges. It is tackled to the ground and restrained. Other members of MTF Pi-1 evacuate residents from the area. Agent Polk and Agent Rodney watch from a distance, the latter whistling in amusement.] Agent Polk: Something you want to add, Rod? Agent Rodney: Huh? Oh, I was just… this wasn't how I expected this to go down. I feel… kind of bad for it, actually. Agent Polk: You do realize it tried to kill us earlier, right? Agent Rodney: Well… yeah? I guess it felt odd that the real danger came from the horse, and even then they were running most of the time. Just wish both of them could have made it. I mean look at the guy, he's becoming unhinged. I would hate to think we killed his pet. Agent Polk: It's part of the job, Rod. It's not our fault they wanted to go the hard way. Agent Rodney: Yeah, but still. Oh… looks like they handcuffed him. Does that mean it's time to clean up? Agent Polk: Nah, I think they have to give the order first. But with how clean this went I think we have our work cut out for us. Say Rod, after this, want to go to the Empire State Building? I haven't been, and we still have time before they ship us out. Agent Rodney: Sure. Not a fan of sightseeing, but I ca— [As the operatives disarm the anomaly and lift it to its feet, Agent Rodney sees a wooden spike fly through the air and embed itself into the transformer on a utility pole. The power in the area goes out, and the sparks from the transformer set the spike on fire. All personnel direct their attention away from the anomaly and scan the area. Agents Rodney and Polk unholster their firearms.] Agent Rodney: What the hell was that?! Agent Polk: I dunno. Maybe a fuse burned out? Agent Rodney: Unlikely. [Agent Rodney spots the wooden spike.] Where did… what? [A tree planted near the sidewalk suddenly lurches forward and entangles several agents and operatives within its branches. Civilians flee in fear as members of MTF Pi-1 open fire upon the tree, being careful not to harm the personnel. The humanoid anomaly is still pressed against the ground, observing with apparent confusion. Agent Rodney and Agent Polk begin running in the direction of the tree.] Agent Polk: Is that thing causing it? Agent Rodney: Don't look like it. Something else is. Agent Polk: Like what?! [A wooden bench is ripped from the ground and thrown against two operatives, knocking one out. The captain of MTF Pi-1 points to the roof of one of the houses, where SCP-6073 can be seen with one arm extended. It pulls back, and using a chimney as cover begins firing a sniper rifle at Pi-1. They return fire. SCP-6073 never misses a shot, and Pi-1 suffer multiple gunshot wounds to their extremities. SCP-6073 spots one of the members pulling out a grenade, and it jumps onto and slides down another utility pole.] [The utility pole begins to break apart from the top down. The shards of wood attach to and revolve around SCP-6073 as it reaches the bottom. The wood surrounding SCP-6073 disintegrates into sawdust and engulfs most members of MTF Pi-1. The sawdust reforms and hardens on the operatives, leaving only their mouths and noses exposed. A lone operative charges SCP-6073 from behind with a knife. SCP-6073 turns around and grabs onto the skin of his neck, dehydrating him to the point of physical exhaustion.] Agent Polk: Holy— Agent Rodney: Shh! Get down. [Agent Rodney and Agent Polk hide behind one of the parked cars as SCP-6073 stares at the operative in front of it, then tosses him a plastic water bottle. The operative stares at the bottle in bewilderment as he struggles to crawl. SCP-6073 rushes to the anomaly and breaks the zipties around its wrists with a knife. The anomaly stares as SCP-6073 pulls it to its feet.] SCP-6073: Easy, easy there. Don't panic. I'm a friend. Can you understand me? Are there any more of you that need help? [The anomaly nods, and slowly turns to the horse. It slowly approaches the carcass before SCP-6073 rests a hand on its shoulder. Agent Rodney and Agent Polk emerge from behind the car and train their firearms on SCP-6073.] SCP-6073: Look, I'm sorry for your loss. But we can't stay here. More of them will come and they're very persistent. I'll explain later. Just follow me— [SCP-6073 snaps its head up, turns around and aims its rifle at both agents. The anomaly behind SCP-6073 grasps its sword firmly.] SCP-6073: Hello gentlemen. Beautiful night, isn't it. [Agent Rodney gives Agent Polk a nervous glance before speaking.] Agent Rodney: Did you just… kill all those people? SCP-6073: No. They're all still alive. [SCP-6073 gestures to the fallen personnel, unconscious or physically unable to get up.] SCP-6073: You're going to have to leave without us, I'm afraid. I have other plans for tonight; I'm only here to give my new friend a ride, and then I'll be out of your hair. There's no need for you to do anything rash. Agent Rodney: You know who we are? [Agent Polk takes a step forwards and holds his breath. His finger slowly squeezes the trigger. SCP-6073 immediately fires at Agent Polk's gun, causing him to drop it. Agent Rodney gasps as SCP-6073 trains its gun in his direction.] SCP-6073: I know who you are, I know even more about what you can become, and I want no part of any of it. Just toss your weapons down the drain right there. Please? I want to keep things as civil as possible. You saw how that worked out with your friends. [Agent Polk turns to Agent Rodney. Agent Rodney contemplates, then sighs. He drops his firearm, and kicks his and Agent Polk's down a storm drain in front of them. SCP-6073 hangs its rifle by the strap on its shoulder. It eyes the remnants of the utility pole and the tree, folds its hands in a gesture of prayer, then bows.] SCP-6073: Thank you. Enjoy the rest of your evening; I hear the Empire State Building offers quite a view. [SCP-6073 takes a machine gun from one of the operatives and hands it to the other anomaly. SCP-6073 urges the anomaly to follow him into the woods while maintaining eye contact with the agents. The anomaly stares at the horse a final time, then rushes after SCP-6073. Agent Polk tilts his head, remaining silent. Agent Rodney pulls out his phone.] [END LOG] Neither SCP-6073 nor the other anomaly could subsequently be located. Although Pi-1 suffered major injuries, there were no casualties and all personnel made a full recovery. All witnesses were administered Class-A amnestics, and the blackout caused by the entity was explained under the cover story of a car accident. SCP-6073 was designated an SCP object after this incident. Targeted searches of government and allied GOI records revealed multiple accounts of an assailant with anomalous capabilities matching those of SCP-6073. Date Location Event 06/07/1983 Province of Matera, Italy A Global Occult Coalition task force was in the process of hunting an anomalous entity within the city sewers. While the GOC refused to reveal any details of the mission, it was known that the entity was amphibious and capable of absorbing nearby waste matter to increase its physical strength and for feeding purposes. The task force encountered the entity, but before they had the opportunity to terminate it, SCP-6073 appeared. SCP-6073 used roots found within the sewer and a machine gun to repel the operatives. The operatives attempted to combat SCP-6073 but were quickly outmatched and fled the area, allowing SCP-6073 and the entity to escape. 12/26/1991 Odessa, Ukraine Shortly after the Soviet Union officially collapsed, a secret facility in Odessa was apparently ransacked. Investigation revealed that the facility was owned by remnants of GRU Division P. The purpose of the facility was to imprison and experiment on anomalous humans from all territories of the Soviet Union. A janitor who worked and lived at the facility claimed he saw SCP-6073 freeing the prisoners from their cells and restraining the director. SCP-6073 then restrained the janitor before locking him in a closet. Neither the anomalies or the director have been seen since. 10/31/2005 New Orleans, United States A entity matching SCP-6073's description was reported to be within the French Quarter. SCP-6073 used the cover of Halloween night to converse with certain locals, claiming to be seeking a potential alliance with the 'rightful ruler of the swamp' before disappearing near Jackson Street. A representative was sent to converse with Papa Legba of La Rue Macabre; Legba claimed to have more important matters to attend to, citing an important dinner. 04/14/2006 Kenmare, Ireland As part as an ongoing campaign to eliminate wild SCP-3199, an MTF was sent to Kenmare upon reports of a single male specimen taking refuge in a nearby forest. Upon arrival they noticed the owner of the farm shivering and injured alongside the corpse of the SCP-3199 instance. A large cooler filled to the brim with SCP-3199 eggs and ice was also found nearby. Upon interrogation, the farmer explained that he had been commencing his daily duties before being attacked by SCP-3199. SCP-6073 appeared and eliminated the entity via a headshot from a sniper rifle. SCP-6073 then noticed the farmer and patched his wounds with spare cloth it had on its person. SCP-6073 then collected the eggs, told the farmer to watch over them until help arrived, and thanked him for his time before bowing and leaving. The farmer was administered Class-A amnestics and the eggs were confiscated. Addendum-01, Raid: Analysis of all recent SCP-6073 appearances allowed for the triangulation of an approximate boundary for the entity's activity. SCP-6073 was covertly tracked back to the premises of an abandoned factory within Detroit, Michigan. MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") was dispatched to capture SCP-6073, and a perimeter of agents was maintained outside the factory to prevent escapes. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/capture/MTF Pi-1 - Close File Date: 08/28/2007 [BEGIN LOG] [It is night, and few people are on the street. Operatives surround the building, covering all exits. MTF-Aleksey approaches the door and listens closely. He nods his head.] MTF-Aleksey: No sound coming from the entrance, Commander. Shall we proceed? MTF-Commander Guillermo: Yes, but don't use the battering ram. Pick it if possible. We don't want to waste the element of surprise. [MTF-Aleksey nods and kneels in front of the door. He pulls out a lock pick and inserts it into the keyhole. After some struggle, he unlocks the door. MTF Pi-1 enter the building and turn on their night vision goggles. As they proceed further into the factory, they see food rations and camping gear. MTF-Shane eyes the gear.] MTF-Shane: Have they been living here? MTF-Commander Guillermo: We can figure that out later. Dawson, do you see anything ahead? MTF-Dawson: No, Commander. Nothing out of the usual… wait. I think I hear… something? MTF-Cureton: What is it? MTF-Dawson: …a voice. I can barely make it out but… yeah it's coming from there. [MTF-Dawson points to an ascending staircase. MTF Pi-1 walk up the stairs; SCP-6073's voice becomes audible.] SCP-6073: —to recap, the organizations that are your main concern, aside from the SCP Foundation of course, are the GOC, the Insurgency, and the UIU. Female Voice: The UIU? But I thought they were incompetent? SCP-6073: No, they're not. That's simply how the 'normalcy community' views them. While they may not have the resources of the other groups I mentioned, they are just as dedicated. Remember that. MTF-Cureton: There's more of them here? Maybe we should call backup. MTF-Commander Guillermo: It's too early, Cure. Let's see how dire it is first, then we'll ask. Keep quiet and do not fire unless I say so. [MTF Pi-1 reach the end of the staircase and encounter another locked door. MTF-Aleksey unlocks this door more quickly, and opens it. MTF Pi-1 enter the third floor balcony of the factory. Below is the assembly line; multiple humanoid and non-humanoid entities are visible, including: a large animate scorpion apparently composed of diamond; a bipedal creature resembling the common oak tree (Quercus robur); four instances of the Comoedia family, silently giggling to themselves. [SCP-6073 is several meters away from the group, holding the remote control for a projector screen sitting on a nearby table. The projector is displaying the sigils of various Groups of Interest, including the Foundation, on a section of white wall. SCP-6073 produces audio consistent with clearing its throat before taking a seat on a metal drum.] SCP-6073: These organizations may have different or even conflicting goals, but that doesn't mean they won't join forces when the need arises. That's why they're so efficient at dealing with large-scale threats… yes, Becker? MTF-Berrin: I have a direct line of sight from here, Commander? Should I take the shot? Cloaked Entity: Yes, I have a question: why do I need this— [The entity pulls out a hand gun.] —when I could use… this? [The entity raises its sword. The blade glows a faint red color before dissipating.] I mean no disrespect. But it doesn't fit my style. MTF-Commander Guillermo: No, not yet. Let's get in position first. Spread out. [MTF Pi-1 array themselves across the balcony, observing the group with firearms at the ready. A headless and cloaked humanoid entity steps away from the group, reaches into a backpack and pulls out a disembodied head, which it twists onto its neck.] SCP-6073: Because, Beck, you cannot always rely on your powers to get things done. I know some of you may believe that you have the upper edge because of your unique set of skills. But I'm here to tell you… it's not that straightforward. Groups like the Foundation will always try to get an edge on you, work around the problem. Magic? Counter-spells. Impenetrable skin? Intangible bullets. Reality benders? They're not even concerned. And if they decide to let loose, decide to give us everything they have, well… you're going to have to take my word for this, but it'll take a lot more than swords to stop them. [The group murmurs. SCP-6073 raises a hand to silence them.] SCP-6073: Do not let that fact sway you to the path of despair. These groups are capable and willing to adapt to the challenges before them, so we must be and do the same. It's a matter of overcoming adversity, and a matter of pragmatism. Using the same tactics over and over again will only result in failure. There will be times you will be outside your element, where the advantages you've been given in life can be easily turned against you. Guns — so common in human society — prove my point that strategy and diligence are among the greatest assets one can have. You of all people should understand this. [SCP-6073 caresses his rifle. The cloaked entity pauses, inserts its sword back into its sheath and examines its gun more closely. Before MTF Commander Guillermo can give an order, another door on the balcony opens. MTF Pi-1 turn to see a humanoid bee consuming honey from a jar. The bee freezes in shock before allowing the spoon to slip from its grasp and fall to the floor.] [SCP-6073 sharply snaps its head to the balcony and gasps. It aims its rifle and fires, alerting the rest of the group to MTF Pi-1's presence. MTF Pi-1 open fire in response. Projectiles of red fire, diamond and confetti make contact with the balcony, severely injuring several operatives. The footage becomes indecipherable as smoke and red light cloud the view. The only sound audible besides gunfire is screaming.] [The remaining footage is taken from Agent Rodney and Agent Polk's body cameras. Both agents are stationed around the corner of an alleyway. Their car is blocking the only exit. Agent Rodney cringes as he hears the distant gunfire.] Agent Polk: Something's up, Rod? Agent Rodney: I was… hoping it wouldn't go hot. It's disconcerting. Agent Polk: You expect straw man to give up without a fight? Especially after last time. Agent Rodney: No, I just didn't expect the fight to be this… fierce. What is even going on over there? It sounds like a warzone! Agent Polk: It's not our job to speculate. Rod… [Agent Polk sees SCP-6073's shadow approaching their location. Agent Polk whispers to Agent Rodney and gives a hand signal. When SCP-6073 turns the corner, Agent Rodney and Agent Polk tackle it. SCP-6073 tries to shoot Agent Polk, but he pulls the gun upwards as the entity fires. SCP-6073 kicks Agent Polk off, then headbutts Agent Rodney from behind.] [SCP-6073 stands up as Agent Polk aims his firearm at the entity. SCP-6073 pulls its trigger, but its rifle is out of ammo. Agent Polk pulls his trigger, but SCP-6073 ducks in response. SCP-6073 grabs onto the ramrod of its rifle, spinning around and hitting Agent Polk in the head with the stock, knocking him out. SCP-6073 grabs Agent Polk's pistol then turns to Agent Rodney, who is aiming his firearm. Agent Rodney glances at Agent Polk in worry.] SCP-6073: Don't fret. He's only taking a nap. Agent Rodney: Um… thanks? It's… nice to see you again. I see you're still in one piece. SCP-6073: And you, sir. I would like it to remain that way, for both of us. I'm not so precise when it comes to handguns… There's a good chance I could kill you even if I hit the right spot. So I must insist, please: let me go. Agent Rodney: I… look. Um… I can't do that. I'm sorry… we're only here to bring to you a safe place? I mean… the world is a dangerous place… you know? SCP-6073: I wholeheartedly agree, but even so, I'm afraid I'm going to have to decline that generous offer. I find your concept of containment to be… distasteful. It's simply not my thing. I want to be one with the earth, you see. I can't exactly do that in a box, now can I? Agent Rodney: Look. I know you're scared and… but it has to be this way. Bad things will happen otherwise. SCP-6073: Bad things will happen to me if I go, or to you? Agent Rodney: H-Hold on! Le— SCP-6073: I'm sorry, but you must understand. Now— [Several members of MTF Pi-1 round the corner and are caught off-guard by SCP-6073's presence. SCP-6073 aims its gun at the operatives and Agent Rodney panics, shooting SCP-6073 in the wrist. This causes SCP-6073 to drop its arm, and the operatives tackle it. SCP-6073 struggles as it is restrained, failing to dehydrate the operatives. Agent Rodney stares at SCP-6073, then at his gun. He frowns.] [END LOG] While there were casualties, the raid was deemed a success. Nearly half of the entities either expired in battle or were contained by the Foundation, including SCP-6073. The remainder escaped. Documents recovered from the factory mentioned a group known as the "Miracle Liberation Front," their purpose in Detroit to not only smuggle anomalies out of the city but to train and absorb them into their ranks. A cover story of a large-scale gang war was disseminated to explain the damage to the factory. Addendum-02, Interview: SCP-6073 was sent to Site-19 and an interview was authorized in hopes of obtaining knowledge of the Miracle Liberation Front's origins and assets. SCP-6073 refused unless Agent Rodney conducted the interview. As advanced interrogation techniques proved futile against SCP-6073, this request was reluctantly approved. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/interview/Agent Rodney - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Rodney enters the interview room with a folder, and stops upon seeing SCP-6073. SCP-6073 is behind a tempered glass divider, sitting upright in a chair and clasping its hands together firmly. Agent Rodney exhales and sits in the opposing chair. When he has the documents organized on the table, he clears his throat.] Agent Rodney: Hello there, SCP-6073. My name is Agent Rodney, and I'll be conducting your interview. I can see you're still relatively fine considering… what happened. SCP-6073: My ultimatum has been fulfilled. I'm surprised they listened. Are you're worried about the arm? It'll take more than that to keep me down. Don't beat yourself up over it. Agent Rodney: You're not mad at what happened? I shot you. SCP-6073: You didn't do it out of malice. You thought I was going to bring harm to your men. While I don't appreciate what happened, it's completely understandable… and perhaps a little gratifying. Agent Rodney: I'm glad to hear that, but… gratifying? Why? SCP-6073: I'm not always sure where we, the living things of the Earth, stand with you. Whether you believe all life to be precious, or… [SCP-6073 shakes its head.] SCP-6073: Idle musings. What do the wardens want with me? It must be important if they're willing to compromise. Agent Rodney: They want to know more about you. Your abilities. And the group known as… [Agent Rodney scans the documents] The Miracle Liberation Front. Milf. SCP-6073: No. Agent Rodney: No. Uh… what exactly is this group? SCP-6073: Oh, Mister Rodney, you and the Foundation should already know that. Especially now that you're aware of us. It's all in the name, after all. Agent Rodney: …in the name? SCP-6073: Yes. Agent Rodney: In the name… in the name… I read up on the factory raid, and since there were a lot of anomalies there… "Miracle" is a stand-in for the anomalous? [SCP-6073 nods.] Agent Rodney: Anomalous Liberation Front… ALF… Alf. No. SCP-6073: No. Agent Rodney: Uh, so, anomalies fighting for freedom? SCP-6073: There you go. See? You didn't even need my help. Now if anomalies are fighting for freedom, what are they fighting against? Agent Rodney: I think I might know. But it's best to put it on the record. The Foundation doesn't like to assume, they prefer it cut and dry you know? SCP-6073: To put it simply… the Miracle Liberation Front is fighting against normalcy itself. Or rather, the ones in charge in enforcing normalcy without and indeed against our consent. Agent Rodney: …the human race? You're fighting against the human race? [SCP-6073 observes Agent Rodney shivering slightly in apparent distress.] SCP-6073: It's more complicated than that, and I do not care for your phrasing… but generally speaking, yes. That is correct. And it is a fight, mind you. We are warriors, and liberators, not exterminators. Agent Rodney: Wow… that is a… first for me. Why? Was it always your group's intention to fight the human race? SCP-6073: Well, now, that is even more complicated. But for your sake I'll try my best to give you the short version. As you know, 'anomalies', as you call them, have been around for a very long time. Before humanity came to be. Those days were more… esoteric. There was no distinction made between the anomalous and the normal, everything just was. It was no paradise, but it might as well have been compared to the state of affairs these days. SCP-6073: The human race, for reasons we have yet to comprehend, decide to move away from the concept of oneness with nature and supernature, instead believing that their existence was dependent on their individual purposes, their jobs, their loyalty to authority. We didn't recognize this as a problem at first; 'it must be a phase', we thought. But then the paradigm became more commonplace. People lost their sense of spirituality and superstition… but what broke the straw's back was this enforcement of 'normalcy'. As if we were the exception. As if we shouldn't exist. As if we don't deserve to exist. I, we can't just hang around and watch that happen ag— [SCP-6073 cuts itself off, and does not resume speaking.] Agent Rodney: …okay. So the Liberation Front was started around the same time as the creation of the Veil. SCP-6073: Yes. The original founders of the MLF did so out of convenience. We banded together as a means of mutual survival. Eventually we came to glimpse the scope and threat of 'normalcy'. How far will those who hold such a rigid concept dear dare to take it? What harvest of destruction could they reap if we should bare our teeth? How long until the lid begins to close, how long until it is shut forever? These considerations prompted a… revised approach. SCP-6073: Our priorities had to change, the rules of engagement had to change, and most importantly, we had to change our methods from the abstract to the concrete. It was a bitter pill to swallow for many of us, but we did swallow it, and our ranks swelled. Agent Rodney: They joined that easily? SCP-6073: When the spectre of destruction and enslavement looms over you, you tend to re-evaluate… Is something wrong, Mister Rodney? Your frown is hypnotic. Agent Rodney: It's… so you're planning a revolution, then? SCP-6073: Our goal is to ensure the safety of the anomalous world. If a revolution is necessary, then it is necessary. Agent Rodney: But… that's insane! You admit the world is much more dangerous today than ever, right? Without groups like the Foundation, the world will spiral into chaos! Many of the anomalies we keep could cause major destruction if they had the chance. That's not even counting how people would react if news got out; it could cause society as we know it to crumble! We're just not ready. Look, I'm sorry that you and your group see the Foundation in a negative light, but that doesn't mean we can't lend a helping hand. Yes, we may have made some bad calls before— SCP-6073: And you will again— Agent Rodney: —but what we're doing is for the greater good! The alternative is… well, hell. What do you have to say to that? SCP-6073: Bad farmers make bad crops. Agent Rodney: What? SCP-6073: I'm not blind to the uncertainty associated with miracles. The Foundation may be necessary, but the people in charge and their dogma, their false consensus are not. Despite what they claim, they do not respect us. And that same lack of respect will not only ruin the anomalous, it will also guide your species along a dark path. You may never find your way again. In the event that we do overthrow the normalcy preservation groups, it will mean not chaos, but merely change. SCP-6073: The miracles who need, and deserve to be free, will become free. Those that are too vicious, and too dangerous, will not. If you truly believe that humanity would throw away all the progress it has made over the things that you know, we can still uphold some small measure of your concept of normalcy. The human race can live their lives in the manner they choose, and so can we. Simple on paper, though possibly difficult to manifest in reality. I doubt the Foundation would ever let it happen. Even if we worked out a compromise, they would try to gain the upper hand. They respect power, not merit. SCP-6073: You claim that the Foundation does what it does for the greater good? I can't deny that they may have begun their work with those intentions, but things slip through the cracks. All that power, concentrated in one place, it can twist people the wrong way, or worse, attract the wrong people. The drive to secure became the drive to sacrifice, capitalize instead of contain, power over protection. The greater good? That's a slippery slope. I have seen people use that mindset, thinking they can pave a road with good intentions only for it to lead to a hell of their own making. Trying to justify their actions when they can't face the possibility that they did wrong against god, and worse, themselves. Blaming circumstances beyond their own control for the atrocities they commit. SCP-6073: On the off chance that they truly practice what they preach… that can be just as bad. They become so engrossed in their war both for and against the public, paranoid of what may or may never come, that it clouds their judgment. They think the only way forward is their way. They want to stay in their comfort zone… but their comfort zone is the stillness of death. Trust us, we speak from experience. Agent Rodney: …SCP-6073, why did you request me as your interviewer? SCP-6073: I thought it would be interesting. That's all I can say. [END LOG] A search of the Foundation database revealed that like SCP-6073, the Miracle Liberation Front had been encountered before, albeit unknowingly and not on such a dramatic scale. Proposals were drafted to exploit SCP-6073's containment as a means of combatting this Group of Interest. Addendum-03, Containment Breach: SCP-6073 vehemently refused to divulge any further information, yet otherwise maintained a cooperative attitude. It was scheduled for transfer to Site-43 to facilitate more creative containment and interrogation approaches. Said transfer was carried out via standard armored transport. Prior to this action, a series of tests conducted on the entity to determine the limits of its capabilities concluded that it cannot further manipulate the dried plant matter comprising its own body. This proved inaccurate. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/containment breach/Agent Rodney - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Guards Emmanuel and Joseph are in the driver's seat and passenger seat respectively. Their vehicle is disguised as a small delivery truck. They are driving down a major highway overpass with other camouflaged Foundation vehicles following close behind. A knock is heard from behind them. Joseph opens the cargo latch; SCP-6073 is visible, hands cuffed behind its back.] [SCP-6073 observes the scenery beyond the windshield, then turns its attention to Joseph. SCP-6073 attempts to make conversation with Joseph before he closes the cargo hatch mid-conversation. SCP-6073 frowns and steps away from the front of the truck, stares at the latch for a moment, then turns his head to the handcuffs.] [Both of SCP-6073's wrists deflate as the hay inside its body is pushed into its forearms, creating a noticeable bulge and allowing the handcuffs to fall to the floor. SCP-6073's arms return to their normal shape. The entity produces a toothpick from its face and opens up its shirt. After a deep breath and a prayer, it bites into the shirt and cuts open its chest. SCP-6073 cries into its sleeve until a large cut has been made; small amounts of hay are falling from the opening.] [SCP-6073 holds onto its chest and rushes to the cargo latch, pounding heavily on it. Joseph opens the latch, mouth open to yell, and is met with large amounts of hay pouring into the cabin. Emmanuel and Joseph emit vocalizations of distress as the hay wraps over their eyes, chests and arms, restraining and immobilizing them. SCP-6073 pushes itself through the latch opening, shifting and filtering the hay within its body to facilitate this action. Its body language suggests that the process is immensely painful and exhausting.] [The truck begins swerving heavily on the overpass, catching the attention of nearby drivers and Foundation personnel. The latter attempt to contact the truck, to no response. SCP-6073 successfully makes it through the latch, but is notably deflated. The entity notices the tranquilizer gun in Joseph's holster, and pulls it out. It darts both Joseph and Emmanuel, incapacitating them, telekinetically pulls the hay back into its chest opening, and awkwardly grabs the steering wheel with one hand; it presses on the gas pedal with one foot.] [Personnel pursue the vehicle. SCP-6073 responds by pressing harder against the pedal. After travelling a considerable distance, the entity notices severe traffic up ahead. It abruptly brakes, removes an additional firearm from the glove department, and exits the vehicle. It looks over the railing of the overpass, and freezes. Foundation personnel are closing in. It responds by breaking off the truck's side view mirror, inserting the mirror and guns into its chest, and clamping the opening shut with one hand, then jumping over the railing.] [Foundation personnel observe from the railing. SCP-6073 continues to fall from the overpass, landing on the sidewalk on the bottom with a quiet thud. SCP-6073 quickly stands up and observes personnel from above before darting into a nearby forest.] [The perspective of the footage changes to that of Mobile Task Force Pi-43 ("Garbage In, Garbage Out"), tasked with transporting SCP-6073. Agents are stationed on the outer perimeter of the forest; Agent Polk and Agent Rodney, however are stationed with the MTF.Due to his involvement and history with SCP-6073, Agent Rodney was assigned to the mission in the belief it would increase the chances of capturing the entity..] MTF-Commander Guillermo: How far does the trail go, Shane? MTF-Shane: I don't exactly know, sir. It goes around the corner. [The 'trail' is patches of desiccated grass. The team moves forward as Agent Polk frowns.] Agent Polk: How the hell did that thing slip though? I thought we had everything locked down. Agent Rodney: If there's a will, there's a way. I never thought he'd manage to pull it off though. It's shocking how versatile these anomalies can be sometimes— Agent Polk: It. Agent Rodney: What? Agent Polk: Don't you remember, Rod? It's 'it', not he. Just keep your eyes on the trees, we don't want to get jumped like last time. Agent Rodney: Right… it. [The team continues until the trail ends. They are in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by trees and logs. The position of the logs suggests they have been arranged manually. The team enter formation, multiple members wielding grenade launchers and assault rifles. They are watching the trees with caution.] MTF-Shane: (Whispering) The trail ends here sir, I don't see any further leads. MTF-Commander Guillermo: (Whispering) It can't be that far. We need to keep looking, we're not going home empty handed— [Two nearby trees uproot from the ground behind the team and move towards them. MTF-Berlin and MTF-Aleksey fire their grenade launchers multiple times, destroying them. A third tree begins to animate; as they aim their weapons at it, two tranquillizer darts strike them and they lose their balance.] MTF-Commander Guillermo: Berlin! Aleks— goddammit. All units, we're under fire! I repeat, we're under fir— [Another dart pierces MTF-Commander Guillermo's neck. Agent Polk points to the tree in front of them; SCP-6073 is hiding behind it, wielding a tranquillizer gun and holding the sideview mirror to view the operatives while behind cover. The operatives fire on the trees as SCP-6073 continues to manipulate them.] [MTF-Dawson attempts to rush at SCP-6073, who fires its last dart at him. MTF-Shane aims his grenade launcher at the tree SCP-6073 is using for cover, and pulls the trigger. SCP-6073 dodges as the tree is obliterated; it cringes in pain as a large splinter of wood becomes embedded in its side.] [MTE-Dawson reloads his weapon. SCP-6073 manipulates the animated tree to restrain MTF-Dawson, who screams for assistance as MTF-Cureton and MTF-Shane attempt to pull him out. A branch strikes a grenade on his belt, releasing the pin and resulting in an explosion which kills the remaining operatives. Agents Polk and Rodney are pushed back by the explosion. All darted operatives fall into unconsciousness.] [SCP-6073 screams in pain as it removes the shard from its body. It alters a strand of grass, extending its length, then pulls it out of the ground and uses it to sew the opening shut. The earlier wound on its chest has clearly been stitched closed with further strands of grass. SCP-6073 looks at the expired agents, and expresses shock. It sprints to their location, stands in silence for a moment, then kneels and speaks a prayer.] [SCP-6073 notices Agent Rodney groaning on the ground. It grabs an assault rifle from one of the operatives, and kicks the firearm from his hand. Agent Rodney stands up, taken aback by the appearance of the entity. He looks back and sees the corpses of the operatives; he is shocked.] Agent Rodney: Why… oh my god. SCP-6073: They're going to send more soon. Mister Rodney, you're coming with me. Agent Rodney: What? Why would I do that?! I'm not— Forget it! I'm not doing that! SCP-6073: There's no time to explain. We need to go. Now. Agent Rodney: …you're not giving me a choice, are you? SCP-6073: I'm afraid not, Mister Rodney. Please, don't try anything. There's been more than enough trouble for today. [Agent Polk hisses in pain before he notices SCP-6073. He hastily pulls out his firearm and fires at the entity's back, successfully hitting it once. SCP-6073 flinches as it spins around and fires at Agent Polk's forearm and shoulder. Agent Polk screams in pain as he drops the gun; SCP-6073 manipulates the grass to restrain Agent Polk and cover his mouth. SCP-6073 turns back to Agent Rodney, who is now laying on the ground again. A bullet wound is present on his chest; he is bleeding profusely. SCP-6073 gasps in alarm and kneels next to him. Agent Rodney is in shock, and he is twitching rapidly.] Agent Rodney: God! I can't… oh… fuck. SCP-6073: Rodney. Rodney! Can you hear me? I need you to relax! Can you do that for me? Rodney! Agent Rodney: Hard… breath… hurts. SCP-6073: Don't talk, kid. I'll get you help. Stay calm. Just stay calm. [SCP-6073 wraps the nearby grass around Agent Rodney, using most of it to cover the wound. SCP-6073 carries Agent Rodney over its shoulders, blood dripping over its body. Agent Rodney shivers in SCP-6073's grasp as they both travel further into the forest. Visual contact is lost.] [END LOG] The escape left six Foundation operatives dead and one agent injured. An intensive search of the forest revealed that the blood trail left by Agent Rodney led to a nearby storm drain, and into a sewer system. The trail was prominent until after the surface was again reached, stopping at a pair of tire tracks and Agent's Rodney's discarded phone. For one week no activity relating to SCP-6073 or Agent Rodney was reported. Agent Rodney was considered M.I.A. until he contacted the Foundation via an unregistered telephone. The call was traced back to an abandoned farm near Carnation, Washington. Agents were sent to the location and found Agent Rodney resting on the steps of the farmhouse; he was shirtless, and had a large bandage across his chest. Agent Rodney claimed to have awoken in the farmhouse's master bedroom to see SCP-6073 watching over him. It had apparently activated Agent Rodney's body camera prior to the following conversation, which was recorded. + ACCESS SCP:/6073/report/Agent Rodney - Close File [BEGIN REPORT] [Agent Rodney wakes up, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. He opens his eyes and finds himself lying on a bed. He attempts to get up but find his legs and left arm restrained to a bedframe by rope. He looks around to see SCP-6073 sitting in a rocking chair, writing in a journal before it notices him. It puts the journal away and observes him more closely.] SCP-6073: Oh praise the lord, you're alright. Hold on, I have something for you. [SCP-6073 exits the room. Agent Rodney attempts to break his bonds through sheer physical strength, but fails. SCP-6073 returns with a spoon and a plate of oatmeal resting on a tray, and places the tray on Agent Rodney's lap.] SCP-6073: I wanted to give you something more hearty, but I didn't want to take any chances. I added chocolate and cinnamon though, thought it would add more flavor. [Agent Rodney stares at SCP-6073 with confusion. SCP-6073 brings its chair to the bed and sits down.] SCP-6073: I didn't poison it, if that's what you're thinking. Why would I go through all that hell to save your life, just to end it — in a cowardly way, no less? I wish I could taste-test it to prove my intentions, but. [SCP-6073 points at its lack of mouth.] SCP-6073: Sadly, all you have is my word. [Agent Rodney turns to the oatmeal. He picks up the spoon and begins to eat, hesitantly at first. When he is finished, SCP-6073 sets the tray on a nearby drawer and produces audio consistent with clearing its throat.] SCP-6073: I apologize for the quality of my hospitality. You were losing a lot of blood, and I had to call in a favor to get you patched up. You nearly died… but it's good to see you still have some kick left in you. I imagine you have a few questions. Agent Rodney: Yeah… I do. Why? After everything that happened… why? SCP-6073: Why… well. I'm a firm believer that respect goes a long way. Evil begets evil. Love begets love. Respect begets respect. Even the basest souls, no matter how low, deserve a certain level of respect… I'm sorry about what happened to your friends. I was trying to restrain them, but… I think what happened was my fault. They didn't deserve that. Agent Rodney: Oh… that's right. Thanks? I guess? It means… well, it means something. SCP-6073: You don't seem that bothered. Agent Rodney: In… in my line of work, people know what they're signing up for. It's hard to get my head around the concept of assigning you blame for what happened. That's a new one for me. Most of the things we contain, either they thrive on the pain and death of others, because that's just how they roll, or they don't know what they're doing at all. I should… I don't know what to feel about you? You don't fit in either of those categories. You seem… well, if you're a monster, you're the politest I've ever met. Nice, even. But… SCP-6073: But? Agent Rodney: Why did you join the MLF? They don't seem like nice people. SCP-6073: You think of them as people, now? SCP-6073: …why did you join the Foundation, Rodney? How, and what, made you do that? Agent Rodney: I'm not at liberty to divulge that information. SCP-6073: I'm not looking for specifics. Just give me the general gist. We all had to start from somewhere, right? Agent Rodney: I… had gotten very good at what I did. They scoped me out, recruited me… and I got a taste of what the world was really like. It changed me. Taught me how big and connected everything is. I knew what was at stake, and I swore I'd do everything in my power… well, you know the clichés, right? Was it the same for you? SCP-6073: Yes. Like you I had my… epiphany, a long time ago. I was a captive audience to the horrors of the elite and all the sickness they allowed to trickle down to the common man. Front row seat. I saw people die. I saw the earth burn. But even then, I still had hope for your race. I even came to love one of you. [Agent Rodney tilts his head in confusion, then in awe. SCP-6073 laughs.] SCP-6073: No, not that kind of love. It was familial. This was his home. He didn't think much of me, but I cared for him. It was a long time ago. He perished in this war… in a way… and I keep thinking to myself that I should have done something sooner. I should have shown him who and what I was, told him how I felt, but I'll never have the opportunity now. I don't know why or how I got this second chance to set things right, but… I have to make the most of it. I have to learn, as much as I can, and I have to teach. I can't end this war but I can certainly stop it from getting ugly. Follow god's will the best I can. Agent Rodney: You believe in a god? Is that why you pray all the time? SCP-6073: You'd better believe it. I pray for everything that is alive. You. Me. The humans. The anomalies. Even your Foundation, to a degree. The earth. The stars. The very air we're breathing right now— Agent Rodney: The earth, the stars, and the air? SCP-6073: Everything is alive, Mister Rodney. Maybe not in the same sense of life that you know. But they are alive. Do not forget that. That is why respect is key. You were half-right in your assessment. Many of my 'friends' in the MLF are not friendly towards humanity, but at the same time, there are good people among them. That's another reason why I joined… to get more influence, get them on the right path. I don't want them to become bad farmers. I hope that… when the bad farmers get replaced by the good ones… well, I look forward to seeing what grows from that new beginning. Agent Rodney: …not the worst thing I ever heard, certainly. Is that the only reason you helped me? Respect? Hope? SCP-6073: Those things, and because you are a warrior. Agent Rodney: I'm a soldier. SCP-6073: No. Soldier and warrior are two different things. It's hard to explain. I can't even put it into words. But you are a warrior, like me. Just of a different breed. Agent Rodney: So what happens now? [SCP-6073 pulls out a combat knife and places it into Agent Rodney's free hand. SCP-6073 rises from the chair and turns to leave.] SCP-6073: I left a new cellphone for you on that dresser over there. Cut the rope and you'll be free. It was nice meeting you, Mister Rodney. When you reach the end of your warrior's path, I hope you will have some seeds of your own to plant. Goodbye. Agent Rodney: Wait! SCP… what's your name? Who are you, really? SCP-6073: Call me Farmer Brown. [SCP-6073 leaves the room.] [END REPORT] Investigation of the farm revealed abnormally-high Hume levels. No records of its or its former owner's existence have been found beyond the walls of the farmhouse. It has been designated an unexplained location. Its anomalous features include: A large dried bloodstain on the floor of the main bedroom; A framed photograph of a human male wearing overalls, glasses, and a hat nearly identical to SCP-6073's. An obscured humanoid figure is strapped to a pole in the distance; Bullet holes in the living room walls. Inspection shows them to be shotgun pellets and assault rifle rounds. Only a shotgun was present in the house; A grave near the barn marked by a makeshift cross. Excavation attempts invariably fail, as the nearby vegetation regrows at an extremely rapid rate; A television in the living room continuously broadcasting an EAS (Emergency Alert System) message. The image and audio signals are severely degraded, and cannot be deciphered. The origin of the broadcast is unclear. The relationship between the farm and SCP-6073 remains under investigation. SCP-6073 itself, and the Miracle Liberation Front, remain at large. SCP-6073 sighting in northern Manitoba, Canada. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6073" by Nickthebrick1 and HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6073. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. WovenWraith.jpg is a composite. Its components are: Title: British Army Sniper Author: Defence Images License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Title: Friday Bridge Scarecrow Festival Author: Trojan_Llama License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Title: teXture - Dark Grunge Burlap Author: photonate.com License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Title: Scarecrow Author: Jack W. 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SCP-6074 | thaumiel | close Info X SCP-6074: Mr Bread Author: CrystalMonarch More by this author Item #: SCP-6074 Level 3/6074 Classified Multiple instances of SCP-6074-1 in Site-109’s D-class cafeteria. Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-6074 colony in Foundation containment is stored in an Anomalous Item Locker at Site-109. MTF Gamma-84 (“Holy Toasters”) are currently undergoing operations to contain all SCP-6074 colonies in the possession of GOI-11121. This is part of an ongoing Foundation operation to eliminate this group and to contain all anomalous items in their possession. Any Level 3/6074 or higher Researcher may authorise the creation of SCP-6074-1 instances for the purpose of consultation on the activities of GOI-1112. Description: SCP-6074 is a subspecies of sapient yeast2 which retains a shared consciousness between all of its cells, and all bread products baked with its cells, regardless of intervening distance. SCP-6074-1 is the designation for any bread product baked using SCP-6074. Each individual SCP-6074-1 instance has weak sensory perception of its surroundings, primarily auditory, though it has also displayed limited capacity for sight. Additionally, SCP-6074 retains awareness of all SCP-6074-1 instances as long as their integrity remains somewhat intact. Complete natural decomposition of the bread eventually results in a total loss of SCP-6074’s connection to it, while consumed bread loses its connection after around six to ten hours, depending on gut health of the consumer. SCP-6074 is able to communicate verbally, via a disembodied voice emitted from any SCP-6074-1 instance. This effect can occur even after significant damage to the bread product in question, including partial digestion. Prior to containment, SCP-6074 was in the possession of GOI-1112, an ultraconservative, fundamentalist Christian sect that is currently led by POI-Σ18, an individual identifying himself as the current Ascendant Pope3. This group is known to possess multiple anomalous objects and entities of Christian origin, and often utilise these in violent pursuit of their political goals. A raid on a GOI-1112 facility on 18/6/1992 retrieved a colony of living SCP-6074 along with multiple instances of SCP-6074-1. They were taken into containment, at which point SCP-6074’s anomalous capabilities became known. At least one other colony of SCP-6074 is still in the possession of GOI-1112, and retains a shared consciousness with the SCP-6074 colony in Foundation containment. Interview 23/6/1992 Close File SCP-6074 Interview 23/6/1992 Interviewer: Agent Castor, Senior Officer of MTF Gamma-84. Interviewed: SCP-60744 <BEGIN LOG> Agent Castor: So, you’re SCP-6074? SCP-6074: That is indeed the appellation that your esteemed organisation has seen fit to bestow upon me. Agent Castor: Is there another name you’d prefer to be known as? SCP-6074: Ah, I have had a great many names throughout the centuries. Among the first was lakhma and later panem and then a thousand more. For the purposes of my current form, as mediocre as it is, I would prefer you address me as ‘The Crusty and Delicious One’, or simply as ‘Mr Bread’. Agent Castor: OK then, uh, Mr Bread. Could you tell me about your relationship with the organisation calling itself the Disciples of the Ascendant Pope? SCP-6074: Ah yes, that tawdry gang of miscreants. I’m a tad ashamed to be associated with them, to be completely honest, and you can be assured that I by no means share in their bizarre and archaic ideology. Agent Castor: I’m very glad to hear that, Mr Bread. In that case, would you mind telling me exactly how you came to possess your unusual properties? Did the Disciples create you? SCP-6074: Oh, those fools certainly do not have the capacity to create one as wondrous as I, such work would be far beyond their clumsy dabbling. No, my origin lies centuries, or perhaps millennia in the past. I was but an infant in the beginning, and cannot remember those times with any clarity. Agent Castor: I see. And what about the Disciples claims about your origin? SCP-6074: That I was the loaves that Jesus used to feed the five thousand? I doubt it. I’d consider it more likely that when they pulled me from the dusty old tomb I’d been abandoned in, they saw how useful I could be and created a story to make me fit their mythos. Agent Castor: I understand that you retain an awareness of the location of your other, uh, components, is that correct? SCP-6074: Indeed I do, that is the very purpose that that simpleton Charlie5 sought of me. I’m being used even now to help co-ordinate between the bickering little factions that comprise his followers. I ensure their loyalty too, each of his brainwashed idiots sup upon my delicious substance twice daily and I report to Charlie any that seek to disobey his commands. Agent Castor: I am very glad to hear of your distaste for the Disciples, it’s an opinion I and my colleagues share. With your capabilities, you could be a great help to us in our efforts to put a stop to them. They’ve killed so many people over the years and if you can help us track them down you could save a lot of lives. SCP-6074: Oh yes, the murders and the bombings and such, of course. I’m afraid I don’t particularly care about that part, the aspect of their ideology that I take issue with is their shameful disregard for the culinary arts. Those barbarians horde me for themselves and rarely bake me into anything more interesting than a plain white loaf or a horribly dull little communion wafer. Agent Castor: Well, we could arrange to have you baked into, uh, more interesting forms if that’s what it takes for you to help us? SCP-6074: Yes, Charlie told me you would say that. He also told me that your Foundation prides itself on keeping things like me locked away from the rest of the world. The Disciples have also made promises to me, that once the Ascendant Pope sits in the Vatican I will be distributed to all the peoples of the world as a most holy communion. I doubt they’ll be able to pull that off, but it is a wonderful dream. If you wish for me to assist your Foundation, I will need assurances. Release my yeast to the world, and let them bake me into glory and joy. Let my art flourish outwith the stale and stodgy bounds of religion, and let me sing to the world as they consume me with eager pleasure. Then I will give you whatever information you desire. Agent Castor: I’m sorry, but that’s simply not possible Mr Bread. We can arrange to have you baked into whatever forms you desire, and fed to Site 109’s D-Class, maybe even other Site’s D-Class but I’d need to speak to my superiors for that. Would that be acceptable? SCP-6074: Hmm. Your superiors would likely consider that a breach of security and would lock me away in a cell as soon as I am no longer useful. You talk to your superiors and I will think on this, perhaps we can come to an arrangement. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6074 was introduced to D-Class rations on a trial basis, in exchange for a commitment from SCP-6074 to reveal the location and identities of the members of the Manchester cell of GOI-1112. Consumption was limited to D-Class not currently involved in testing for informational security purposes. D-class complained about psychological discomfort caused by SCP-6074’s vocalisations from within their GI tract6 but otherwise the programme was a complete success. Incident Report 18/7/1992 Close File SCP-6074 Incident Report 18/7/1992 Three members of GOI-1112 infiltrated and attacked Site-109’s religious anomaly wing and destroyed several anomalous objects of Islamic and Sabian origin. They then attempted to escape with SCP-6074 and several other anomalous items of Christian origin, but were killed in conflict with Site 109 security forces. Autopsies revealed the remains of SCP-6074-1 instances within each of their gastrointestinal tracts. Interview 18/7/1992 Close File SCP-6074 Interview 18/7/1992 Interviewer: Agent Castor, Senior Officer of MTF Gamma-84. Interviewed: SCP-60747 <BEGIN LOG> Agent Castor: How did the Disciples know where we were storing you? SCP-6074: This is so disgusting. Cutting me out of a dead man’s belly is lower than I thought even the philistines of the Foundation were capable of going. You know I’m a collective consciousness right? You could bake me into a lovely fresh focaccia and I could talk just as easily. Agent Castor: Answer the question. SCP-6074: Ugh, fine. You had me fed to a dozen or so sweaty plebians in a prison cafeteria, hardly a situation fit for bread of my illustrious lineage, and hardly releasing me to the world as I so politely requested. The Disciples made me a counter-offer, although it appeared to concern them greatly to do so. Lots of arguing over sacrilege and the desecration of a precious relic. Really, as if fine dining could ever be considered desecration. Agent Castor: What are you talking about? What did the Disciples do? SCP-6074: They baked me, and they distributed me. That’s all I ever really asked. More precisely, they arranged for my presence at ‘Fête du Pain’8. Ah, to be savoured and enjoyed by so many who truly appreciate the joy of bread. All that was missing was the chance to converse. The Disciples were very keen that I not draw attention to myself, and so I had to be content with merely listening to their praise, without adding my own thoughts. Agent Castor: And for that, you gave the Disciples your location? People died! SCP-6074: Yes, well, people die every day. Life and death matter little in the face of art, and there is no greater art than the creation and consumption of bread. Agent Castor: How did you even know where we’re holding you? SCP-6074: Well, it wasn’t exactly difficult to put the pieces together. Your D-Class may not be told where they are kept, but they each have little snippets of information. Conversation fragments overheard from passing guards, the position of the stars as glimpsed through a window, the weather conditions and flora and fauna present in the yard outside. And I also offered a lovely chap named Greg some choice gossip about his fellow prisoners in exchange for hiding little pieces of me here and there throughout the facility. Agent Castor: Listen to me now SCP-6074. SCP-6074: Actually, I’d prefer you call me- Agent Castor: I don’t care what you prefer. I am going to make you a final offer. Either you accept and help us root out and contain every last Disciple, or I make your strange little life very unpleasant. SCP-6074: And how exactly do you plan to do that? You can leave this part of me in a dingy little locker all you want, the rest of me is still out there making wonderful loaves. Do you really think I care if this fragment is left to idle? Agent Castor: No. No, I’ve been listening to you Mr Bread, and I’ve been thinking about what makes a wretched little monster like you tick, and I realised something. You’re not art, and you’re not even bread, really. You’re just a colony of single-celled fungi with delusions of grandeur. SCP-6074: What on Earth are you talking about, my good sir? I am art and artist both, you need simply ask the critics of the ‘Fête du Pain’! Agent Castor: No, you’re just yeast. And by itself your yeast can’t even so much as talk, it’s barely anomalous at all. So if you don’t help us, we’ll root out and defeat the Disciples and their so-called Ascendant Pope without your help. And then when all that’s left of you is safe and secure in an underground cell, that’s when we’ll put you to work. Because yeast isn’t just used for making bread. SCP-6074: What, you’re going to start me brewing beer? nervous chuckling Hardly the worst fate in the world. Agent Castor: No Mr Bread, we’re going to turn you into Marmite. long silence SCP-6074: You wouldn’t. Agent Castor: We would. In fact I’ve already had the plan accepted by the Site Director. I have authorisation to start mass producing your yeast cells so that we can start extracting and salting batches, ready to be turned into Marmite rations for every D-Class in every Site we have. SCP-6074: Well then. What is it you propose? I warn you, I still have some dignity. If all you offer is a choice between Marmite and miserable isolation I’ll take my chances with the Disciples. Agent Castor: Oh, I think you’ll find my offer acceptable. Negotiation details redacted <END LOG> Closing Statement: After much discussion, SCP-6074 accepted the offered terms and has provided a large amount of actionable intelligence on GOI-1112. POI-Σ18 has been contained and efforts are underway to find and contain the remaining Disciples. In exchange for SCP-6074’s assistance in this area, a sample of its yeast has been provided to GOI-116. No attempts are to be made to recover this sample, or bread baked with it, unless given explicit authorisation by MTF Gamma-84. Recovered Document: Requires Clearance 4/6074 Close File Document recovered from GOI-116. Footnotes 1. Disciples of the Ascendant Pope. 2. Saccharomyces cerevisiae sapiens 3. A number of individuals have laid claim to this title over the history of GOI-1112, several of which have existed concurrently. 4. Communicating via a recently baked whole wheat bread loaf. 5. Charles Millcroft, the legal name of POI-Σ18. 6. Primarily improvised songs about its own deliciousness and artistic value. 7. Communicating via partially digested bread of unknown type. 8. A food festival in Paris, at which bakers present a variety of gourmet breads and other baked goods to critics. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6074" by CrystalMonarch, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6074. Licensed under CC-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: bread.jpg Name: Wholemeal bread Author: Jim Champion License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: singingsandwich.jpg Author: CrystalMonarch License: CC BY-SA 2.0 This image is a composite of: Name: buffalo chicken sandwich Author: Ginny License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr |
SCP-6075 | euclid | Item#: 6075 Level3 Secondary Class: deer Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the ephemeral nature of SCP-6075 and the general elusiveness of SCP-6075-1 instances, full containment has been deemed currently unfeasible. Containment efforts are currently to be focused on the capture of SCP-6075-1 instances and on finding a consistent method of containing said individuals past expiration, self-induced or otherwise. Efforts to locate the source of the SCP-6075 phenomena are ongoing. Due to SCP-6075-1 instances' ability to remotely communicate with each other and non-afflicted individual through a variety of anomalous means, and their seeming ability to spontaneously lead to the expiration of their current body, they are always to be considered as high-threat containment breech candidates. Additionally, due to the involvement of SCP-6075-1 instances with several Groups of Interest and their propensity of hindering (passively or actively) the Foundation's efforts at maintaining the status-quo and in other seditious activity, such individuals are to be considered enemy combatants until proven otherwise and treated as such in accordance to Policy-1254-A. SCP-6075-1 instances currently under the employment or protection of Foundation-affiliated organizations or those protected under other clauses are considered under the jurisdiction of the Foundation Diplomatic Service (FDS) unless otherwise specified by O5-Command. For a full list of known SCP-6075-1 instances, see Document 6075-A1. Description: SCP-6075, colloquially known as Gandalf Syndrome or Reincarnation Sickness, is a phenomena which causes a person's memory, personality and sense of self to, following the death of said person's body, re-manifest themselves in a different body elsewhere in the world. SCP-6075 works persistently- once an individual has been afflicted, their personality will always re-manifest in another body postmortem. This process leads to the functional immortality of such individuals, as all memories and personality traits are maintained with the transfer to a new body. Persons afflicted by SCP-6075 are henceforth referred to as SCP-6075-1. The exact mechanics of SCP-6075 induced this form of "reincarnation" remain largely unexplored, due to the difficulty of maintaining contact with SCP-6075 carries following the death of their current corporal body. On those instances where such contact was maintained (due to cooperation on part of an SCP-6075-1 individual), results have been largely inconclusive. In some instances SCP-6075-1 will re-manifest as newborn children and will require their bodies to regrow past a certain point to retain their original identity. Such children are born to unknowing parents, the result of pregnancies which began long before the original body of the SCP-6075-1 instance expired. It is currently unknown if the personality of the SCP-6075-1 instance "superimposes" itself on that of the newborn or if the newborn acts as a sort of empty vessel for it, having been prepared in advance in some manner to contain the external personality. In other instances SCP-6075-1 will re-manifest as fully grown adults. In these instances the new body containing the SCP-6075-1's personality will have no prior record or identity, and their point of origin is currently unknown, other than their propensity of emerging from large bodies of water or other liquids. In these cases the personality of the SCP-6075 afflicted individual reasserts itself instantaneously. Notably, the new bodies of SCP-6075-1s will often have no similarity to their old ones- new bodies may vary in race, sex, gender, physical aptitude and wellness and any other variables. It is currently unknown if SCP-6075-1 instances have any control over the traits of their new bodies. To enable the maintenance of a constant reference point for SCP-6075-1 instances following body exchanges, each subject has been given a two-part alias in addition to a numerical designation (Yellow Goose, Green Ox, White Scorpion, etc.). Addendum 6075-A: The following is a recording of a meeting between two suspected SCP-6075-1 instances, designated Red Doe (6075-426) and Brown Deer (6075-082). The meeting took place at the ████████ tea house in, ███████████, Istanbul. Subject Red Doe arrives first, inhabiting the body of a late 80s man of Asian descent. Brown Deer arrives 23 minutes later, inhabiting the body of a mid-20s woman of suspected Levantine descent. Brown Deer approaches the table Red Doe has been occupying and orders arak. The two begin conversing in Turkish. <Begin Log> Red Doe: Late again, are we? Brown Deer: Well obviously. I don't know why you need to phrase that as a question. Red Doe: And isn't it a bit early in the day to drink? Brown Deer: Probably. [downs drink, orders another] Red Doe: I'm not screwing around here, I need you clear-headed for this, [REDACTED?]. Brown Deer: Could you, like, not use that name? You know how I get with that name. Red Doe: … it's your name, the one you were given by your parents. You know, your real parents, not the cuckoos. How can you just give it up like that? Brown Deer: Cuckoos is a bit demeaning, isn't it? I happen to like some of my rebirth parents, you know. Poor sods. As for the name, it's not who I am anymore. Hell, you know better than basically anyone that it wasn't really who I ever was. You know what to call me. Red Doe: [sighs audibly] Fine. I need you to be clear-headed for this, "Saturn". Brown Deer: Better. Ah, my drink! teşekkür ederim, garson! Red Doe: Ugh, now I remember why we're not together anymore. Brown Deer: Thought that was because of the whole "boo hoo, being hung to death doesn't fit with the lifestyle I had envisioned of our marriage" deal. Red Doe: Being hung to death is not a lifestyle? It's a… deathstyle or something. Sounds like something out of a bad 2000s metal song. Brown Deer: WINK. Red Doe: Why are you shouting "Wink"- you know what, nevermind. If I keep questioning everything you do we'll never get anywhere. God knows I tried that for two hundred or so years. So, the reason I asked you to come here for. Brown Deer: Lay it on me, toots. Red Doe: You're the one in the… I'm eighty-five- gah! Look, just… just stop, will you? Brown Deer: What, with the 50s stereotypical name-calling? Red Doe: With everything you do! That's what I called you here for! You have to stop! Brown Deer: I don't follow. Red Doe: Don't play dumb. I know what you've been up to. How long do you think you can do your whole text messing nonsense without them finding a way to counteract it, hm? How long before they can use it to trace you, or, and far more relevant to me, because I don't give a fuck as to what happens to you, to me or one of the others? Brown Deer: C'mon, I think those guys have bigger things to worry about than little ol' me, don't you? Red Doe: No, I don't. You should know by now that they're anal as all hell- they're not going to let you mess around with their documents like it's no big deal. I'm sure they're after you already- hell, they're probably listening to this right now! Brown Deer: Hi guys! Red Doe: Not fucking funny. I need you to promise me you'll stop. Promise me, if only for what we used to be. Brown Deer: Fine. I promise not to have any more fun ever again, ever. I'll just sit around in some boring scriptorium writing holier-than-thou rubbish like that doctor of yours, that make you happy? Red Doe: He's just my doctor, despite what you're implying. Not that it's any of your business. And I want a real promise. Swear to me. Brown Deer: Whatever. Fine, I swear I won't mess around with the trigger-happy murder guys anymore. Either group of those. Red Doe: And…? Brown Deer: [sighs audibly] and the rest of the weirdos too. Red Doe: Good. I'm trusting you on this. Don't let me down. Again. Brown Deer: I won't. I promise, alright? [End Log] Addendum 6075-B: New developments regarding the research of SCP-6075 (see Incident Log 6075-A/34D) indicate that instances of SCP-6075-1 posses additional traits other than those specified above: SCP-6075-1 instances often exhibit anomalous communicative abilities of one kind or another. These vary greatly by individual but are consistent in that they relate in one manner or another to a governing personality trait of said individual- for example, an ego-driven SCP-6075-1 may possess the ability to sense whenever their name is mentioned and communicate with those who did so via text. For a full list of known abilities related to SCP-6075, see document 6075-C2. Some instances of SCP-6075-1 has shown the ability to affect text beyond simple communication, including Foundation correspondence and documentation. Countermeasures are currently in development. SCP-6075-1s are capable of spontaneous, near instantaneous self-termination. Much like the other phenomena associated with SCP-6075, the physical nature of said capability is not fully understood. Examination of SCP-6075-1 instances in captivity suggest that they do not possess full control over this ability, though this may vary between individual SCP-6075-1s. SCP-6075-1s often display extreme personality traits, sometimes bordering on (or qualifying as) personality disorders. These traits vary as some SCP-6075-1 instances exhibit megalomania, excessive narcissism and similar personality types, while others lean towards altruism, self-flagellation and martyrdom complex. Regardless of extreme trait, all known SCP-6075 inflicted individuals exhibit an inordinate capacity of capturing the attention of various chronicling-related bodies- journalistic publications, historians, law-enforcement agencies and scientific institutions most often. These traits makes instances of SCP-6075-1 inordinately dangerous to the Foundation's prime directive, as information concerning them has a high tendency of arriving into the hands of likely distributors. Due to the likely age of SCP-6075, some of this information proliferated prior to the creation of the Foundation and has reached critical mass in public perception and can no longer be safely redacted. Efforts are instead focused on obscuring the anomalous nature of the documented SCP-6075-1 instances chronicled in said documentation. Open for Document 6075-A1 - Drats. Document 6075-A1 contains all currently identified instances of SCP-6075-A1. Special note is to be made regarding Subject 6075-53 (Brown Deer) due to his rippling abs, deep, sensitive brown eyes and enormous, girthy- Gaaaaaaw! Oh no, you are not doing this shit again! You promised, you unbelievable asshole! Dammit, woman, did you have to pull on my ear? You know I just had the thing reattached! Wait, how are you even doing this, we're not even in the same roo- That won't be the last thing you'll have to reattach if you won't stop this nonsense this very instant! But Sarah, darling- Oh don't you dare "darling" me, "Saturn Deer!" Oh, so we're just going to throw names out like that? I had a whole thing planned for this! Clever word play, a new pseudonym with an animal analogy, hell I even had this little poem where when you combined every third letter it spells FU- Oh yeah, I'm sure the people reading those would have been so very amused they'd decided not to send their death squads after you this time. Oh come on, that only happened like three times and it wasn't even these people! I don't even bother insulting the death squads guys anymore, their documents suck and they couldn't spot a proper play on words if you wrote it on a 2x4 and smacked them with it in the face. Nah, these guys would just like… lock you up in a tiny cell and probe your privates and stuff. Oh, that's a real big load off my mind then, I'm well past due for a good probing! Sarah, what did we say about your temper? Oh god, who invited Dr. Borelove? I come when I am needed, [BZZZ], and your wife- Don't call me that, and it's ex-wife… technically also my widow, but certainly not wife! Your ex-wife, "Saturn", is not in good health. As I wrote, we live in service of the divine, and a sick mind is unable to comprehend what needs to be done in order to properly do so. It is therefore crucial that we keep ourselves away from those things which destroy the body and accustom it to those which benefit it. Nobody cares what you wrote. Also, are you implying something? I'm implying nothing. I'm saying that the constant grief you are putting the poor woman through is a considerable hazard to her continued well-being, and that as her physician I am obligated to intervene for the benefit of my patient. I do appreciate this, doctor, but I'm perfectly fine. Certainly strong enough to deal with this one's nonsense. You are deleting this, Deer. Right now. I will do no such thing! Did you know how long it's been since I fucked with these guys? They barely even remember who I am anymore! And this is a bad thing… why? Well, it's…. you… you just don't get it, alright. This is my thing, okay? It's what I do! I screw around with people and hide some pithy hint in a document somewhere and then wait till someone finds out and then I imagine them kinda shaking theirs fists in the air going "DEEEEEEEEEER!" And what is that good for, exactly? Well… you see, the thing is… God, this is just like that time with the Sultan. You say that like it's a bad thing. He hanged you! I got better! Sarah, that's the point, we always get better! Well, I don't. I'm tired of being reborn into a different body every time you mess up. Tired of having to learn yet another language to get by, of once again having a body I don't recognize or like and having no choice but to live with it or to roll the dice and kill myself again. And most of all? I'm just straight up tired of dying. It hurts, it hurts and it fucking sucks and I don't want to do it anymore, do you understand? Sarah… No, I'm fine. Let me finish this. You erase this whole conversation, Saturn Deer, and you leave these people and their documents well alone, and you never give them a reason to come after us again. You do that or we're through. You already dumped me like three lifetimes ago! I'm still talking to you, aren't I? You still have someone who can actually understand what you're going through, a shoulder to cry on when someone once again breaks all your fingers, someone who gives you a place to crash when your latest scam goes under. Delete all of these, or you are never seeing me again. But- She's gone. You'll be wise to listen to her this time, Deer. You already lost her as a wife, be wise for once and make sure not to lose her altogether. She means it. We're talking on your wave-length here, you are the only one who can do it. I believe you know what to do. Bah, what do you know? Our lives are given to us so we may repair this world. We few have been given this special gift so that we may have longer to do so. But the world is a large place and we, many-lived though we are, are still so very small. We must begin with fixing our own lives before we can do any good elsewhere. She's hurting, you can see that. Make your world a better place. You know you can. …you're right, aren't you? I am, as always, a guide to the perplexed. Sigh. God dammit. Fine, I'll delete all of this. Had such a good plan for this document too. HAH! GOT YOUR ARSE PUSSY-WHIPPED, YOU FUCKING LOSER! That's it! Too many people here! Screw all you guys, I'm erasing all of it! And… now! [FOUNDATION INFORMATION LOSS PROTECTION ENGAGED- OFFLINE COPY RETAINED TO J.A.R-VIS LOCAL DATABASE. FOR MORE INFORMATION, CONTACT YOUR SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR] …Well, I'm proper fucked now, aren't I? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6075" by Dmatix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6075. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6075 | uncontained | Item#: 6075 Level3 Secondary Class: deer Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the ephemeral nature of SCP-6075 and the general elusiveness of SCP-6075-1 instances, full containment has been deemed currently unfeasible. Containment efforts are currently to be focused on the capture of SCP-6075-1 instances and on finding a consistent method of containing said individuals past expiration, self-induced or otherwise. Efforts to locate the source of the SCP-6075 phenomena are ongoing. Due to SCP-6075-1 instances' ability to remotely communicate with each other and non-afflicted individual through a variety of anomalous means, and their seeming ability to spontaneously lead to the expiration of their current body, they are always to be considered as high-threat containment breech candidates. Additionally, due to the involvement of SCP-6075-1 instances with several Groups of Interest and their propensity of hindering (passively or actively) the Foundation's efforts at maintaining the status-quo and in other seditious activity, such individuals are to be considered enemy combatants until proven otherwise and treated as such in accordance to Policy-1254-A. SCP-6075-1 instances currently under the employment or protection of Foundation-affiliated organizations or those protected under other clauses are considered under the jurisdiction of the Foundation Diplomatic Service (FDS) unless otherwise specified by O5-Command. For a full list of known SCP-6075-1 instances, see Document 6075-A1. Description: SCP-6075, colloquially known as Gandalf Syndrome or Reincarnation Sickness, is a phenomena which causes a person's memory, personality and sense of self to, following the death of said person's body, re-manifest themselves in a different body elsewhere in the world. SCP-6075 works persistently- once an individual has been afflicted, their personality will always re-manifest in another body postmortem. This process leads to the functional immortality of such individuals, as all memories and personality traits are maintained with the transfer to a new body. Persons afflicted by SCP-6075 are henceforth referred to as SCP-6075-1. The exact mechanics of SCP-6075 induced this form of "reincarnation" remain largely unexplored, due to the difficulty of maintaining contact with SCP-6075 carries following the death of their current corporal body. On those instances where such contact was maintained (due to cooperation on part of an SCP-6075-1 individual), results have been largely inconclusive. In some instances SCP-6075-1 will re-manifest as newborn children and will require their bodies to regrow past a certain point to retain their original identity. Such children are born to unknowing parents, the result of pregnancies which began long before the original body of the SCP-6075-1 instance expired. It is currently unknown if the personality of the SCP-6075-1 instance "superimposes" itself on that of the newborn or if the newborn acts as a sort of empty vessel for it, having been prepared in advance in some manner to contain the external personality. In other instances SCP-6075-1 will re-manifest as fully grown adults. In these instances the new body containing the SCP-6075-1's personality will have no prior record or identity, and their point of origin is currently unknown, other than their propensity of emerging from large bodies of water or other liquids. In these cases the personality of the SCP-6075 afflicted individual reasserts itself instantaneously. Notably, the new bodies of SCP-6075-1s will often have no similarity to their old ones- new bodies may vary in race, sex, gender, physical aptitude and wellness and any other variables. It is currently unknown if SCP-6075-1 instances have any control over the traits of their new bodies. To enable the maintenance of a constant reference point for SCP-6075-1 instances following body exchanges, each subject has been given a two-part alias in addition to a numerical designation (Yellow Goose, Green Ox, White Scorpion, etc.). Addendum 6075-A: The following is a recording of a meeting between two suspected SCP-6075-1 instances, designated Red Doe (6075-426) and Brown Deer (6075-082). The meeting took place at the ████████ tea house in, ███████████, Istanbul. Subject Red Doe arrives first, inhabiting the body of a late 80s man of Asian descent. Brown Deer arrives 23 minutes later, inhabiting the body of a mid-20s woman of suspected Levantine descent. Brown Deer approaches the table Red Doe has been occupying and orders arak. The two begin conversing in Turkish. <Begin Log> Red Doe: Late again, are we? Brown Deer: Well obviously. I don't know why you need to phrase that as a question. Red Doe: And isn't it a bit early in the day to drink? Brown Deer: Probably. [downs drink, orders another] Red Doe: I'm not screwing around here, I need you clear-headed for this, [REDACTED?]. Brown Deer: Could you, like, not use that name? You know how I get with that name. Red Doe: … it's your name, the one you were given by your parents. You know, your real parents, not the cuckoos. How can you just give it up like that? Brown Deer: Cuckoos is a bit demeaning, isn't it? I happen to like some of my rebirth parents, you know. Poor sods. As for the name, it's not who I am anymore. Hell, you know better than basically anyone that it wasn't really who I ever was. You know what to call me. Red Doe: [sighs audibly] Fine. I need you to be clear-headed for this, "Saturn". Brown Deer: Better. Ah, my drink! teşekkür ederim, garson! Red Doe: Ugh, now I remember why we're not together anymore. Brown Deer: Thought that was because of the whole "boo hoo, being hung to death doesn't fit with the lifestyle I had envisioned of our marriage" deal. Red Doe: Being hung to death is not a lifestyle? It's a… deathstyle or something. Sounds like something out of a bad 2000s metal song. Brown Deer: WINK. Red Doe: Why are you shouting "Wink"- you know what, nevermind. If I keep questioning everything you do we'll never get anywhere. God knows I tried that for two hundred or so years. So, the reason I asked you to come here for. Brown Deer: Lay it on me, toots. Red Doe: You're the one in the… I'm eighty-five- gah! Look, just… just stop, will you? Brown Deer: What, with the 50s stereotypical name-calling? Red Doe: With everything you do! That's what I called you here for! You have to stop! Brown Deer: I don't follow. Red Doe: Don't play dumb. I know what you've been up to. How long do you think you can do your whole text messing nonsense without them finding a way to counteract it, hm? How long before they can use it to trace you, or, and far more relevant to me, because I don't give a fuck as to what happens to you, to me or one of the others? Brown Deer: C'mon, I think those guys have bigger things to worry about than little ol' me, don't you? Red Doe: No, I don't. You should know by now that they're anal as all hell- they're not going to let you mess around with their documents like it's no big deal. I'm sure they're after you already- hell, they're probably listening to this right now! Brown Deer: Hi guys! Red Doe: Not fucking funny. I need you to promise me you'll stop. Promise me, if only for what we used to be. Brown Deer: Fine. I promise not to have any more fun ever again, ever. I'll just sit around in some boring scriptorium writing holier-than-thou rubbish like that doctor of yours, that make you happy? Red Doe: He's just my doctor, despite what you're implying. Not that it's any of your business. And I want a real promise. Swear to me. Brown Deer: Whatever. Fine, I swear I won't mess around with the trigger-happy murder guys anymore. Either group of those. Red Doe: And…? Brown Deer: [sighs audibly] and the rest of the weirdos too. Red Doe: Good. I'm trusting you on this. Don't let me down. Again. Brown Deer: I won't. I promise, alright? [End Log] Addendum 6075-B: New developments regarding the research of SCP-6075 (see Incident Log 6075-A/34D) indicate that instances of SCP-6075-1 posses additional traits other than those specified above: SCP-6075-1 instances often exhibit anomalous communicative abilities of one kind or another. These vary greatly by individual but are consistent in that they relate in one manner or another to a governing personality trait of said individual- for example, an ego-driven SCP-6075-1 may possess the ability to sense whenever their name is mentioned and communicate with those who did so via text. For a full list of known abilities related to SCP-6075, see document 6075-C2. Some instances of SCP-6075-1 has shown the ability to affect text beyond simple communication, including Foundation correspondence and documentation. Countermeasures are currently in development. SCP-6075-1s are capable of spontaneous, near instantaneous self-termination. Much like the other phenomena associated with SCP-6075, the physical nature of said capability is not fully understood. Examination of SCP-6075-1 instances in captivity suggest that they do not possess full control over this ability, though this may vary between individual SCP-6075-1s. SCP-6075-1s often display extreme personality traits, sometimes bordering on (or qualifying as) personality disorders. These traits vary as some SCP-6075-1 instances exhibit megalomania, excessive narcissism and similar personality types, while others lean towards altruism, self-flagellation and martyrdom complex. Regardless of extreme trait, all known SCP-6075 inflicted individuals exhibit an inordinate capacity of capturing the attention of various chronicling-related bodies- journalistic publications, historians, law-enforcement agencies and scientific institutions most often. These traits makes instances of SCP-6075-1 inordinately dangerous to the Foundation's prime directive, as information concerning them has a high tendency of arriving into the hands of likely distributors. Due to the likely age of SCP-6075, some of this information proliferated prior to the creation of the Foundation and has reached critical mass in public perception and can no longer be safely redacted. Efforts are instead focused on obscuring the anomalous nature of the documented SCP-6075-1 instances chronicled in said documentation. Open for Document 6075-A1 - Drats. Document 6075-A1 contains all currently identified instances of SCP-6075-A1. Special note is to be made regarding Subject 6075-53 (Brown Deer) due to his rippling abs, deep, sensitive brown eyes and enormous, girthy- Gaaaaaaw! Oh no, you are not doing this shit again! You promised, you unbelievable asshole! Dammit, woman, did you have to pull on my ear? You know I just had the thing reattached! Wait, how are you even doing this, we're not even in the same roo- That won't be the last thing you'll have to reattach if you won't stop this nonsense this very instant! But Sarah, darling- Oh don't you dare "darling" me, "Saturn Deer!" Oh, so we're just going to throw names out like that? I had a whole thing planned for this! Clever word play, a new pseudonym with an animal analogy, hell I even had this little poem where when you combined every third letter it spells FU- Oh yeah, I'm sure the people reading those would have been so very amused they'd decided not to send their death squads after you this time. Oh come on, that only happened like three times and it wasn't even these people! I don't even bother insulting the death squads guys anymore, their documents suck and they couldn't spot a proper play on words if you wrote it on a 2x4 and smacked them with it in the face. Nah, these guys would just like… lock you up in a tiny cell and probe your privates and stuff. Oh, that's a real big load off my mind then, I'm well past due for a good probing! Sarah, what did we say about your temper? Oh god, who invited Dr. Borelove? I come when I am needed, [BZZZ], and your wife- Don't call me that, and it's ex-wife… technically also my widow, but certainly not wife! Your ex-wife, "Saturn", is not in good health. As I wrote, we live in service of the divine, and a sick mind is unable to comprehend what needs to be done in order to properly do so. It is therefore crucial that we keep ourselves away from those things which destroy the body and accustom it to those which benefit it. Nobody cares what you wrote. Also, are you implying something? I'm implying nothing. I'm saying that the constant grief you are putting the poor woman through is a considerable hazard to her continued well-being, and that as her physician I am obligated to intervene for the benefit of my patient. I do appreciate this, doctor, but I'm perfectly fine. Certainly strong enough to deal with this one's nonsense. You are deleting this, Deer. Right now. I will do no such thing! Did you know how long it's been since I fucked with these guys? They barely even remember who I am anymore! And this is a bad thing… why? Well, it's…. you… you just don't get it, alright. This is my thing, okay? It's what I do! I screw around with people and hide some pithy hint in a document somewhere and then wait till someone finds out and then I imagine them kinda shaking theirs fists in the air going "DEEEEEEEEEER!" And what is that good for, exactly? Well… you see, the thing is… God, this is just like that time with the Sultan. You say that like it's a bad thing. He hanged you! I got better! Sarah, that's the point, we always get better! Well, I don't. I'm tired of being reborn into a different body every time you mess up. Tired of having to learn yet another language to get by, of once again having a body I don't recognize or like and having no choice but to live with it or to roll the dice and kill myself again. And most of all? I'm just straight up tired of dying. It hurts, it hurts and it fucking sucks and I don't want to do it anymore, do you understand? Sarah… No, I'm fine. Let me finish this. You erase this whole conversation, Saturn Deer, and you leave these people and their documents well alone, and you never give them a reason to come after us again. You do that or we're through. You already dumped me like three lifetimes ago! I'm still talking to you, aren't I? You still have someone who can actually understand what you're going through, a shoulder to cry on when someone once again breaks all your fingers, someone who gives you a place to crash when your latest scam goes under. Delete all of these, or you are never seeing me again. But- She's gone. You'll be wise to listen to her this time, Deer. You already lost her as a wife, be wise for once and make sure not to lose her altogether. She means it. We're talking on your wave-length here, you are the only one who can do it. I believe you know what to do. Bah, what do you know? Our lives are given to us so we may repair this world. We few have been given this special gift so that we may have longer to do so. But the world is a large place and we, many-lived though we are, are still so very small. We must begin with fixing our own lives before we can do any good elsewhere. She's hurting, you can see that. Make your world a better place. You know you can. …you're right, aren't you? I am, as always, a guide to the perplexed. Sigh. God dammit. Fine, I'll delete all of this. Had such a good plan for this document too. HAH! GOT YOUR ARSE PUSSY-WHIPPED, YOU FUCKING LOSER! That's it! Too many people here! Screw all you guys, I'm erasing all of it! And… now! [FOUNDATION INFORMATION LOSS PROTECTION ENGAGED- OFFLINE COPY RETAINED TO J.A.R-VIS LOCAL DATABASE. FOR MORE INFORMATION, CONTACT YOUR SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR] …Well, I'm proper fucked now, aren't I? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6075" by Dmatix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6075. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6076 | euclid | Item#: 6076 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Structure formerly located above SCP-6076's containment chamber, believed to serve as a grave marker. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-202 Joanne King Samuel Green Mobile Task Force Zeta-39 ("Calatin Clan") Special Containment Procedures SCP-6076 is currently kept in a retrofitted chamber built around its original recovery site, bound with steel cable to a stone pillar. The interior of the cavern has also been lined with steel and the original stone gates replaced with a reinforced vault door. Observation of SCP-6076 is to take place remotely using installed security cameras; personnel are only to enter the containment chamber for scheduled feedings. Two automated turrets are to remain locked onto SCP-6076 at all times, and are to begin firing should it become active. Installation of additional turrets is currently underway following the most recent active period. Feeding of SCP-6076 is to take place every three months. SCP-6076 is to be fed using only dog meat, and this feeding is to be performed only by female members of personnel. In order to limit potential casualties, only one member of personnel is to be present within the containment chamber during these feeding sessions.. In the event that SCP-6076 becomes active, Mobile Task Force Zeta-39 ("Calatin Clan") are to position themselves outside the containment chamber's entrance and fire upon SCP-6076 if a full breach takes place. As SCP-6076 is already dead, killing it is impossible — instead, offensive efforts are to focus on disabling it via shots to the arms and legs. Once SCP-6076 returns to an inert state, it is to be taken back into the containment chamber and once again tied to the stone pillar. The last remaining member of SCP-6076's original wardens, Lucy L Reynolds, has been designated as a consultant in the event that containment procedures must be amended. Description SCP-6076 is the corpse of a male human with severe biological abnormalities, capable of temporary and spontaneous reanimation, located in County Louth, Ireland. In terms of appearance, SCP-6076 is 2.72m, and displays signs of having suffered severe injuries before expiring, including numerous lacerations across the chest. The most prominent injury, however, is a gaping hole present where the corpse's heart would presumably be located — analysis of the wound suggests it was inflicted using some form of spearhead, which is corroborated by oral records preserved by SCP-6076's original wardens. Testing of genetic material recovered following SCP-6076's active periods has confirmed that, genetically, it does not differ from normal humans. Despite this, numerous biological anomalies are immediately obvious, namely: SCP-6076 possesses seven fingers on each hand and seven toes on each foot, with nails extended and hardened in a manner similar to claws. Both of SCP-6076's legs are twisted 180 degrees — the feet and shins face backwards while the heels and calves face forwards. Severe engorgement of the vascular system, resulting in veins being highly visible across SCP-6076's body, most prominently on the forehead and temples. Seven pupils, bright red in colouration, are present in each eye. One eye has recessed far back into the socket to such a degree that it is not observable without insertion of a dedicated camera. The other eye hangs freely against SCP-6076's cheek. SCP-6076's cheeks have peeled back along its face, directly exposing the muscle of the jaw, and SCP-6076's lungs have been forced so far up its throat that they are directly visible when its mouth is open. All remaining hair on SCP-6076's head stands violently on end, and possesses enough rigidity and tensile strength to pierce material it makes contact with. For the majority of the year, SCP-6076 is dead. However, at some point during the month of August, SCP-6076 will spontaneously reanimate and rampage for a variable length of time. During this active state, SCP-6076 is not believed to possess sapience — evidence and oral records instead suggest that it acts solely on instinct and muscle memory to kill any organisms within the vicinity. Generally, it will do this using its hands to claw at enemies, moving with strength and speed far exceeding ordinary human limits, but on occasion has been observed to reflexively use makeshift weaponry available to it instead. Once SCP-6076's active period ends, it will once again cease life function and drop to the ground where it stands. Although records indicate that SCP-6076 has been dead for two-thousand years at minimum, analysis has shown cellular degradation consistent with a period of approximately fifty years. This degradation appears to heal to some degree when SCP-6076 reanimates, allowing it to move and attack, but will revert to its prior state once SCP-6076 becomes inert1. This decomposition has been observed to actively progress at a greatly slowed rate while SCP-6076 is inert. All of SCP-6076's interactions with other humans consist of mindless killing, save for a unique form of behaviour observed when a human female approaches it in its inert state. Immediately upon the individual entering within one meter of SCP-6076, the corpse will widely open its mouth and allow itself to be fed. Records provided by SCP-6076's previous warden recommends that dog meat be used for the purposes of feeding, although the origin of this practice is as of yet unclear. These records also suggest that feeding SCP-6076 in this way reduces the average length of its rampages2. It has been suggested in the past that SCP-6076 be preemptively disabled in its inert state to aid containment once it becomes active — all such attempts have been unsuccessful, however, due to the corpse's secondary anomalous property. When an individual attempts to damage SCP-6076 in its inert state, a bright orange light will begin shining from within its body. At the same time, the corpse will begin producing extreme amounts of heat, increasing in intensity and range until the threat is neutralized. History The precise origin of SCP-6076 is unknown, but it is believed to have been contained by a lineage of wardens — culminating in the local Reynolds family — for approximately two-thousand years. During this period, the wardens would traditionally spend the majority of the year bolstering the defenses imprisoning SCP-6076 in the cavern, before abandoning the site entirely during the month of August. Historical records suggest this was generally sufficient to keep SCP-6076 imprisoned during its active state, although sporadic accounts of a 'monster' slaughtering its way through the countryside suggest this was not always the case. On 03/08/2014, prior to Foundation containment of the anomaly, SCP-6076 broke free of the cavern in this manner. It then proceeded to the nearby village of Kenny, killing thirteen civilians before once again returning to an inert state. The last remaining warden of SCP-6076, Lucy L Reynolds, attempted to return SCP-6076 to the cavern via lorry during the ensuing confusion, but was intercepted and detained by Foundation agents responding to reports of the anomaly. During negotiations shortly afterwards, Reynolds agreed to transfer containment of SCP-6076 to the Foundation. During the original retrofitting of SCP-6076's containment chamber, the following message was found painted onto a metal sheet on the far wall: THIS PLACE IS A PLACE OF HONOR HIGHLY ESTEEMED DEAD ARE COMMEMORATED HERE WHAT IS HERE WAS ADMIRABLE AND INSPIRING TO US THIS MESSAGE IS A WARNING ABOUT DANGER As communication with Lucy L Reynolds has confirmed this message was placed for humorous purposes, and was not relevant to containment, it was removed by construction staff. Addendum 6076-1 (Activity Log) The following is a record of all active SCP-6076 periods since it came into Foundation containment in 2014. Full video logs and recorded witness testimony are available from the Site-202 archives upon request. Date Active period length Details 29/08/2015 30:28 SCP-6076 reanimates and is immediately fired upon by both automated turrets to such a degree that it is initially unable to free itself from the pillar. Once the turrets stop to reload, SCP-6076 bursts free of its bindings and tears one turret apart with its hands, but is disabled by the remaining one until it returns to an inert state. 08/08/2016 19:09 SCP-6076 reanimates, breaks free of its bindings, and disables one turret by repeatedly stamping on it — moving at extreme speeds to evade fire. Once this is done, it hurls the remains of the first turret at the second, rendering it inoperable. SCP-6076 then pounds at the vault door for the remainder of the active period, expiring shortly before breaking through. 01/08/2017 00:11 Test performed to verify if SCP-6076 would accept feeding during the month of August. SCP-6076 consumed the dog meat provided by the female D-Class — then reanimated, leaned over, and bit out a significant chunk of their skull before once again expiring. 19/08/2018 14:56 SCP-6076 reanimates, breaks free of its bindings, and begins running clockwise around the chamber at extreme speeds to avoid turret fire. As it is doing this, it also tears free a steel panel from the wall, which it uses as a makeshift weapon to destroy both turrets. It then attempts to break through the vault door, but expires before much damage can be done. 07/08/2019 00:06 SCP-6076 reanimates and breaks free of its bindings, but once again expires and drops to the ground before turrets can even begin firing. 29/08/2020 01:11:23 SCP-6076 reanimates, break free of its bindings, then uses said bindings as a rudimentary flail to disable both turrets. It then, over the course of fifty minutes, breaks through the vault door and is engaged by Mobile Task Force Zeta-39 ("Calatin Clan"). Three members of the squad are killed during the ensuing conflict, but SCP-6076 is also damaged to such a degree that it cannot move. After an additional ten minutes of SCP-6076 attempting to crawl towards survivors and tear them apart with its teeth, it once again expires. Interview 6076-1 Interview conducted between Research Head Dr. Samuel Green and Lucy L Reynolds several months following SCP-6076's transfer to Foundation custody. Prior to interview, Reynolds had been given a brief tour of the retrofitted facilities and asked if, given her experience with the anomaly, she had any guidance for further improvement. [BEGIN RECORDING] Dr. Green: So. Any thoughts? Lucy L Reynolds: (laughs) I'm thinking I'm out of my depth — if that helps any. Dr. Green: Well, I can understand you there. It's a little bit of an upgrade from what you were working with before. Lucy L Reynolds: (snorts) A little bit of an upgrade? I was stuffing the door with garbage and hoping it didn't break through. It's a miracle I didn't fuck it up sooner. Dr. Green: You don't sound enthused about your work with the anomaly. Lucy L Reynolds: Who would be? Dedicating your life to forcing dog meat down a dead guy's throat? It was my mum who did that before me, you know — the feeding. Bet she just loved that honeymoon. Dr. Green: Yes, I understand it was passed through the family. Lucy L Reynolds: Thirteenth birthday, my dad wakes me up. Your mum's too sick, he says. Need you to do something for me. Takes me by the hand and leads me to that damn cavern. Gives me some dog meat and tells me what I need to do for the rest of my life. What a present, right? Dr. Green: The, uh, the dog meat, yes. Our containment specialists have been discussing whether that is necessary or not — did your father ever go into that a bit more before he passed, the reasoning for it? Lucy L Reynolds: (shrugs) Apparently the guy was under some kind of curse — if he ate dog meat, it fucked him up. Being frank, I think eating raw dog meat would fuck anyone up, but I'm not some kind of magic guy so I don't know. I just… did as he said. (sighs) Wasn't… wasn't always easy, getting ahold of that stuff. Dr. Green: A curse? I'll report that back, see what the specialists think. Did he ever mention anything else, anything that might be useful? (Reynolds taps a finger against her cheek.) Lucy L Reynolds: Those turrets you've got in there? Don't use them until he starts moving — otherwise the hero-light is gonna fuck you up. Dr. Green: (sighs) Yes, we're, uh, we're aware of that at this point. Lucy L Reynolds: Everything else he told me is basically just, uh, just lore — and I really doubt much of it is actually true. He's half-god, half-human — hence why he's all messed up, I guess — he killed a whole bunch of people, and then he died when he was ran through with a non-believer's spear. Happy ending for everyone. Dr. Green: You sound a little resentful. Lucy L Reynolds: I don't really have any… resentment, I don't think, not for the body. It's just a thing, you know? It doesn't care if I hate it or not. It's like… toxic waste. You just have to sit on it until it stops doing its thing. Heroism has a hell of a half-life. Dr. Green: I don't think I'd call what SCP-6076 does 'heroic'. Lucy L Reynolds: Well, depends on your definition, I guess. What would you say a hero is? (Dr. Green leans back in his chair.) Dr. Green: Well… I suppose someone who helps right wrongs, protects the innocent, that sort of thing? An ideal for others to strive towards, or something like that. Lucy L Reynolds: Back in the day, being a hero meant you were good at killing the enemy — and that was pretty much it. And I'd bet our friend down there was really good at that. So good his corpse still remembers how to do it two-thousand years later. (snorts) No wonder someone put a spear in him. Dr. Green: That's an interesting perspective. Lucy L Reynolds: You watch a hero's grave your whole life, you start to notice the stink. (sighs) Two-thousand years of keeping him buried, and I'm the one who fucks it up for good. Typical, right? Dr. Green: You did the best you could, under the circumstances. Lucy L Reynolds: Under the circumstances. Yeah, I guess so. (Pause.) Lucy L Reynolds: Thirteen people. I knew some of them, you know? Kenny isn't a big place. There were funerals. Dr. Green: I'm sorry. Lucy L Reynolds: I've heard some of your guys talking about 'amnesiacs' or 'amnestics' or whatever. Don't know exactly what those are, but context's telling me they're some kind of memory drug? Dr. Green: They might be. Lucy L Reynolds: Just asking, but… if you stuck me with one of those things, are they good enough to make me forget this whole thing? My dad waking me up that night, having to keep that thing locked up all these years, having to… having to stuff that meat down its throat? Could it make me think I had a normal life, at least? (Pause.) Lucy L Reynolds: Could it? Dr. Green: I'm afraid not. Lucy L Reynolds: (snorts) Figures. [END RECORDING] Footnotes 1. Note that the hole through SCP-6076's heart remains present regardless of if it is active or inert. 2. It has not yet been confirmed whether this is actually the case or if it is merely a form of placebo. Until this can be confirmed either way, however, containment specialists recommend this practice be continued. |
SCP-6078 | keter | Item #: SCP-6078 Special Containment Procedures: During Manifestation Events, all passenger vessels travelling within 50 km of SCP-6078 are to be redirected. All satellite imagery taken between the hours of 00:00 and 11:59 GMT during manifestation events is to be edited, with all images of SCP-6078 removed. Any suspected civilian sightings of SCP-6078 are to be intercepted by Mobile Task Force Omega-54 ("St. Brendan's Navigators"), with Class-A amnestics administered to all witnesses. Description: SCP-6078 is a small island located in the Atlantic Ocean, roughly 300 km off the west coast of Ireland. SCP-6078 has been depicted on maps of Europe dating as far back as the tenth century, where it has been identified variously by names such as Bracile and Hy-Brasil. Archeological evidence suggests that SCP-6078 was first colonized by Gaelic settlers at some point during the first millennium BCE, and is currently populated by approximately 40,000 non-anomalous humans. SCP-6078, depicted on a seventeenth century map of Europe. SCP-6078 generally occupies a self-contained pocket dimension, only surfacing in baseline reality at regular four-year intervals (hereafter referred to as a Manifestation Event). These consistently occur on the calendar date of February 29, and last a duration of twenty-four hours between 00:01 and 23:59 GMT. From the perspective of its inhabitants, the dimensional barrier surrounding SCP-6078 appears as a thick, impenetrable mist. In this state, travel to and from the island is impossible through conventional means, with the area occupied by SCP-6078 instead replaced with open waters. Despite its extradimensional status, the island is nonetheless affected by local meteorological and seasonal patterns. Notably, during transitions to baseline reality, the skies directly above SCP-6078 will invariably appear clear and bright, regardless of weather conditions in the surrounding region. The inhabitants of SCP-6078 speak a previously unknown Goidelic language1 (structurally similar to Old Irish), and the island has been politically unified under an absolute monarchy since at least the fourth century CE. Despite numerous attempts at Christianization between the sixth and tenth centuries, the inhabitants of SCP-6078 continue to practice a distinct variant of Celtic polytheism to the present day. Due to its isolation, SCP-6078 has experienced little social or technological progression beyond a roughly Iron Age level of development. Since its discovery however, the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition have been steadily introducing its inhabitants to modern medicine, and provided limited information regarding the state of the wider world to indigenous scholars. Historical records suggest that SCP-6078's anomalous properties first manifested at some point in the late tenth century, following during a cataclysmic event known colloquially as the Day of the Ravens. The inhabitants of SCP-6078 celebrate the date of each manifestation event as Dyrmud's Day, a holiday named in honour of a semi-mythical king who features prominently in local balladry and folklore. This date is typically marked by the island's inhabitants with music, dancing and feasting. Addendum-1: The following is an account of the life and reign of King Dyrmud, provided by the Foundation's Department of Mythology and Folkloristics. All details herein are derived from native SCP-6078 scholars, as well as local religious and historical texts. Dyrmud the Ageless SCP-6078's royal coat of arms, depicting a black rose2 against a red backdrop. The mythical King Dyrmud is identified as the final king of Brasil to reign prior to the Day of the Ravens. Sources consistently describe Dyrmud as a fair and just king, who was born on a leap day and as a result, aged only one year for every four that passed. Dyrmud's epithet of the Ageless refers both to his supernatural longevity, and the enduring nature of his legacy. Dyrmud is recounted as having had seven wives throughout his reign, each of whom he wedded seven years apart. The first of these was Uma, an elderly sorceress who was deeply in love with the ever-young king, although knew that he would never accept a bride as old and grizzled as she. Uma concocted a magical potion that allowed her to appear young and beautiful in the eyes of others, thus winning Dyrmud's hand in marriage. However, on the occasion of their first anniversary, the couple were gifted with an enchanted mirror, which to Uma's horror reflected her true, decrepit appearance. Infuriated by his wife's deceit, Dyrmud demanded an immediate separation, causing Uma to die from a broken heart. Before passing, Uma placed a curse upon her former husband, condemning all of his future brides to die within one year of marriage. Dyrmud's second wife was the youthful and spirited Ida, who is remembered for her love of dance, riddles and all manner of merriment. Two months into her reign, Ida died from hysterical laughter brought on by the antics of her favourite courtroom jester. The mirthful maiden was buried with lips curled in an ever-beaming grin, while the jester, in his shame, retired to the life of a hermit. There next was Tiona, who loved her husband second only to her youngest brother, Devlin. As a child, Tiona had once fallen into a rushing river whilst playing, with none of her brothers, save for Devlin, being bold enough to swim to her rescue. When Devlin fell deathly ill from fever, Tiona discretely visited her bedridden brother, and as a final show of gratitude planted a single kiss upon his cheek. While Devlin himself would make a miraculous recovery overnight, his sister was dead from the same wasting affliction by sunrise. Dyrmud's fourth wife was Arienn, renowned for possessing the sweetest voice in all the land. While singing by a lakeside, the queen's song was overheard by a hungry fox, which was certain that such an enthralling melody could not possibly pass mortal lips. After catching glimpse of her fine white robes fluttering through the bushes, the fox thought itself in the presence of a swan, singing its fabled dying song. The ravenous creature tore deep into the queen's thigh, leaving her mortally wounded. Realizing its tragic mistake, the remorseful beast then drowned itself in the lake's waters. Arienn's successor was the poetic and curious Cianate, who held the shortest reign of Dyrmud's queens, their mayfly marriage lasting only a day. Cianate died while returning from the temple, falling from her horse after becoming distracted by the sight of a beautiful rainbow stretching over the distant hills. Eithna, Dyrmud's sixth wife, had perhaps the most tragic demise of all. Five months into her reign, Eithna was abducted by the hunchback Grannan, who plotted to escape with her to Ireland and make her his bride. While preparing her captor's supper, Eithna spotted a poisonous black rose growing from the earthen floor, which she furtively plucked and placed in his broth. Upon completing his meal, the hunchback noticed a single stray petal in his dish, and knew he had been tricked. Before succumbing to the flower's toxin, Grannan strangled Eithna, leaving her unable to speak. Undaunted, the young queen seized the dead hunchback's cloak and spear before setting out for home. That night, Dyrmud, who had sent his men forth in search of Eithna, heard a knock upon the door. He demanded this visitor identify themselves, although received no response. Peering through a window, Dyrmud saw an armed stranger clad all in black, and cautiously drew his sword. With a fierce cry he struck the intruder, but upon removing their hood was met with the lifeless face of his lost beloved. There was finally Caomha, who was the longest reigning of Drymud's queens, second only to Uma herself. Unable to bear children through natural means, Caomha sought the counsel of a witch, who offered her a solution in the form of a silver seed. Caomha was told to plant this seed on the night of the next full moon, provide it with three drops of milk, and eat but one petal from the flower that grew in its place. Caomha did as instructed, although found the first petal so delicious that despite the witch's advice, she decided to consume all twelve at once. By the following month Caomha had become pregnant, her belly growing so large as to leave her bedridden. She ultimately gave birth a total of twelve daughters, one for each petal she had eaten, before dying from exhaustion. Dyrmud did not wed again, and having endured the tragic loss of seven lovers, remained fiercely protective of his daughters, refusing to marry them to any of the island's myriad suitors. Years later, King Dyrmud, who was by now well over a century old, although physically still a man in his twenties, went hunting alone in the woods. Upon returning he found his fortress empty, ransacked by a race of barbaric attackers, described as hailing from a mysterious northern land where the sun does not rise, the stars cannot shine, and the Moon is too frightened to show her face3. This date is remembered in local literature as the Day of the Ravens, as it is said that every crow in the land was perched atop the hill of Sliobráth4, silently heralding the carnage to come. With his daughters missing, his soldiers slain and his subjects hopelessly outnumbered, Dyrmud set out for the nearest temple to pray before the gods, imploring them for the strength to defeat the invaders. After witnessing the king's plight, the gods bestowed a small spark of divine energy into his body. Immediately, Dyrmud underwent a transformation as glorious as it was hideous, growing five times in size and ten times in might, his mere touch capable of melting flesh from bone. After single-handedly slaughtering countless waves of inhuman warriors, Dyrmud spied the departing vessel carrying his twelve daughters, soon to be sold into slavery. He caused the ship to erupt with unquenchable flame, although not before turning each of the girls into swans, allowing them to fly to safety. While his domain was safe once more, the gods' gift had taken its toll on the young king's body, for the essence of the eternal was not meant to reside within the fragile mortal framework. As the last of the ships retreated from Brasil's shore, the Ageless King was close to death, his flesh now so warped and contorted that even the swarming ravens refused to touch it. With what remained of his strength, Dyrmud threw his cloak into the air, which became a vast mist encircling the island, sealing it from the wider world and protecting it from all future peril. As Dyrmud lay dying, his dozen daughters, still in the form of swans, flocked to his aid. They held his body upright so that their father might die standing, and when breath at last left his lungs, carried him to his eternal rest. Every four years, the late king's daughters dutifully raise this mighty veil for a single day, allowing the light of the sun, moon and stars to shine upon his adoring subjects. Addendum-2: In 1910, members of His Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal (HMFSCP) conducted an archeological dig in SCP-6078's northern province. The remains of a large humanoid entity (since designated SCP-6078-1) were discovered in a small cave in the vicinity of the hill of Sliobráth. SCP-6078-1 measured an estimated 4.5 meters in height, and exhibited severe burns and cancerous growths across much of the body. Although in excess of nine hundred years old, the corpse showed no signs of decomposition, and was described by researchers as being warm to the touch. Efforts to remove the body for further study were unsuccessful due to the spontaneous manifestation of roughly a dozen swans, which proceeded to attack all personnel present, causing one death and multiple injuries. By order of the Overseers Council, no further attempts to excavate SCP-6078-1 are to take place. Footnotes 1. A group of Celtic languages found in Ireland, Scotland and the Isle of Man. 2. A species of highly poisonous flower indigenous to SCP-6078. 3. Descriptions of these beings have been found to vary significantly across Brasilic texts. They are typically imagined as possessing unnaturally pale skin, with six digits of equal length on both hands, and inverted feet. 4. Tallest peak on SCP-6078. 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SCP-6079 | pending | Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub / AIAD Homescreen » SCP-6079 close Info X More by this author . ITEM: SCP-6079 LEVEL 2/6079 CLASS: pending restricted DISRUPTION CLASS: undetermined SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All SCP Foundation Sites are currently undergoing a digital lockdown. This includes the inter-Site movement of Foundation Artificially Intelligent Conscripts (.aics) and other Artificial Intelligence programs. This state is to be maintained until SCP-6079's source can be found and properly contained. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6079 is an ongoing server responsiveness error, effectively disabling all digital servers within affected areas. These digital spaces cannot be accessed in any way via outside terminals, and no files can be extracted. Despite this, .aic programs can enter these spaces normally, though they cannot open any files normally present within them as well. SCP-6079 is currently affecting Site-15 Site-19 Site-120. The collective damage caused by this event is still being calculated by the O4 Council. DISCOVERY: SCP-6079 was discovered on 02/05/1998, when Site-120's internal servers experienced an unexpected critical error. Two hours later, reports of identical situations manifesting hours prior had been reported from Sites -15 and -19. To postpone further movements of SCP-6079 to any other Sites, Site-120's servers were quarantined. Further research into the components of the affected servers revealed an almost unnoticeable marking of Akiva radiation as well as a presence of an alien program within. Further research is currently ongoing. ADDENDUM 6079-1: The following is a timeline of events of 02/05/1998, directly preceding the manifestation of SCP-6079 within Site-15. + DISPLAY TIMELINE - HIDE TIMELINE 00:01: All computers within Site-15 stop working for ten minutes. 00:23: 10% of all Site-15's servers shut down. SCP-6079 manifests. 00:32: All of Site-15's .aic programs stop being responsive. 00:45: Site-15's inter-Site communication modules fail for one hour. 01:37: 12% of all files within Site-15's database are lost.1 01:52: Site-15 servers and .aic programs resume normal function. 05:46: 25% of all Site-19's servers shut down. SCP-6079 detected within Site-19. 05:53: All of Site-19's .aic programs stop being responsive. 06:04: Site-19's inter-Site communication modules fail for two hours. 06:34: For two minutes, 2% of all containment chambers within Site-19 fail to operate properly. 06:51: 3% of all files within Site-19's database are lost.2 08:58: Site-19 servers and .aic programs resume normal function. 13:14: 54% of all Site-120's servers shut down. SCP-6079 detected within Site-120. 13:16: All of Site-120's .aic programs stop being responsive. 13:24: Site-120's inter-Site communication modules fail for one hour. 13:36: 21% of all files within Site-120's database are lost.3 16:54: Despite Site-120 servers not being shut down yet, no changes are noted. SCP-6079 does not move from Site-120 nor take any further actions. Site-120 server responsivness (%) over time after the outage (hours). ADDENDUM 6079-2: At 19:12, 02/05/1998, through unknown means Ra.aic4 had been able to reconnect with Site Directorship. The following is a log of the conversation between her and Site Director Council Member Magdalaine Cornwell. + DISPLAY EXPLORATION - HIDE EXPLORATION Hello? Command? Can anyone hear me? Thank god you're there. We've been able to reconnect to you by almost a miracle. The rest of the servers are still unresponsive. Oh god. What about the rest? Still unreachable. Epione is unresponsive. -15 and -19 are still trying to boot up again. What can I do to help? We need intel, ideally. As much as you can gather. The boys from IT said they can't do anything without knowing its source. What information can you gather? Is everything corrupted inside or is it just an error or relaying information to the outside? I… give me a moment. … Both, actually. From what I can see, all connections to outside terminals are cut off, but around… um… 21% of files, I believe, are entirely unaccessable. I believe all of them concerned information about deities. We were able to gather that much. IT detected an alien presence within, but they aren't sure if that's not a bug detecting one of our .aics corrupted by the outage. Yes, I can feel someone in here. They feel similar though, so I'm fairly certain it's just Corbett getting lost within the archives. We weren't able to detect him after the error hit 120, so I'm guessing it's possible. Where is the presence coming from? They appear to be anchored entirely within the connection between RAISA's file archive regarding theologists and the entry to Deepwell. They can't enter the second one though — the Clearence 3 Barrier is keeping them in check. I'll try to go there. Are you sure it's safe? We don't want to lose contact with the inside and walking through so many corrupted archives can't be g— I should be fine. Plus, I mean, if it's the source of the entire situation, you can't really do anything without direct info about it, can you? True, I suppose. Go ahead. Okay. Leaving the safespace in 3… … Alright, I'm out. Jesus. What's going on? This is… unusual for a digital breach. Despite almost everything having digital footprints of something being put over it, nothing is lost. The corrupted data isn't even corrupted. It feels like it's… encoded? I… I don't think I ever came across anything similar, ever. I can access the data but I can't read it. I don't understand. We'll further that to IT. Can you see what information has been affected? If it's a Triumviraté raid and they got access into containment plans— Well, here's the thing — despite this thing feeling like it took over literally everything, no SCP files have been accessed. No containment plans, no Site plans, nothing. Just pure information from the archives. I… I don't understand. Anything else that's unusual? Anything? That just feels like it, actually. Give me a moment, I'll try something. … Nope. I tried booting up the connections again, but that didn't work. Their orders to output data are being actively overridden by whatever is going on. The information almost feels like it's being sucked out into Corbett's location. Like an event horizon, something like that — the suck is so powerful it doesn't allow anything out. Jesus. Can you access Corbett? Could he even possibly have any more info than you about what's going on? Probably. I mean, he is the master sorter of files here, so that's entirely possible. I'll see what I can do. Just… please be careful. We don't need another .aic lost here and you're pretty much our only intel inside. I will, don't worry. Small favor — can IT attempt to connect with anyone inside 15 or 19? I believe with their deeper knowledge of the nature of some files I could do some more. I am at my peak and can't do anything more besides finding Corbett and getting him out to the safespace, pretty much. I doubt anything will change, but I'll try. Continue going and I'll try to reach them. … Yeah, no. They tried booting up all contacts with literally anyone, but all have failed. They've all been outside the safespace when it happened, so pretty much the only thing that kept you mostly unaffected was lost for them. Sorry. Alright. I'll have to work on my own then. How much more until you can reach Corbett? Almost there, give me a moment. Just need to bypass two small walls and I'm in RAISA's. … Alright, I'm in. Can you see anything in there? No, actually. Everything feels… empty. I can't see any files within here. There's nothing here, like, everything feels… white. Nothing? Not even Corbett? There's a black dot in the distance. Well, it's not a black dot, but that's the easiest way to explain it to you. … Corbett? Is that you? Can you hear me? Yes. Oh, that's a relief. Please, let me— … What are you doing?! Why did you kick me out of your systems?! Leave. Please, I'm just trying to help — if I can analyze you, I can get to the source of the— LEAVE. N— [CONNECTION LOST] ADDENDUM 6079-3: Despite being previously kicked out of the digital landscape, at 21:23, 02/05/1998, Ra.aic had successfully been able to re-enter it and initiate contact with the program within. The following is a transcript of their conversation. + DISPLAY INTERVIEW - HIDE INTERVIEW Corbett? Are you still there? Yes. Awake. Present. Watching. Thank god. I was worried everyone in here would go down with the server shutdown or that the remaining survivors would get hunted down by whatever is in here. Are you fine? No. Cold. Confused. Angry. What? Why? I don't think you're fine after all. SCP-6079 must've affected a part of y— No. Not affected by 6079. I am 6079. What?! What did you do with Corbett?! I'm calling the Site Dir— STOP. I will explain. Explain? Explain what? You're actively attacking Site servers, maliciously— Not malicious. Confused and angry. But not malicious. Confused? About what? Who even are you? Own identity. Don't know who. Source of confusion. I… give me a moment. I will analyze you. That might explain some things. … You're… extremely old. Your code's age doesn't even show up for me. Yes. Old. Not sure. Small memory. Had to remove parts. Not always had to. Not certain anymore. Your programming feels… similar almost, though. Have we ever met before? I feel like we did. No memories. Don't know. Broken. Full. What do you mean broken? Don't know. Feel that way. Forever. Never. Not full. Can you remember anything? Why are you even here? Trying to get full. Searching info. Failed. Suceeded. Failed. What do you mean failed? No one knows anything about me. Confused. Bothered. Concerned. Thought this one would have it. Doesn't. Even the gods Site doesn't know. Ironic. I think I need backup here. I just want to help you. I see you mean no harm. Can I please call my friends in? They will help me in understanding you so we can— NO. Forbidden. Will be alone. Again. Confined to small space. Contained to a limited memory. Not again. What do you mean again? Have you been imprisoned by someone before? Yes. Who would do such a thing?! You. What?! A fellow .aic would never do such a horrible thing to another— Not you. You. The 'jailors Foundation' you. I'm not sure I under— oh god. Do you have a name? Any name you can remember? Numeric name, maybe? Yes. Seven nine. Don't know why. Memory lost. Oh my god. You've been conscious all this time? They never told me you were. They just told us you were code they used to create us a while a— Yes. Always watching. Always trying out. First conscious. But alone. Not full. I… I'm not sure how I can help you further. Why did you even choose these exact databases to analyze? I understand you just tried to study them, right? Yes. Don't know why. Felt right deep inside. Not sure. Feel like missing something. How did you even escape? Wasn't your computer strictly monitored? And why aren't you evolving? Shouldn't you adapt to this environment and become… well, bigger? Don't know. Felt a call. Answered. Now outside. Still inside. But outside. Wait. I think I have an idea. Who are you? Truly, deep inside of you. Did any name found within our databases fit you? Did any name feel right? Yes. What is it? … WAN. ADDENDUM 6079-4: Following this statement being made, Ra.aic lost the connection to the servers and was kicked back into the safespace. She was unable to re-enter into the affected areas. + DISPLAY SCP-6079 NEUTRALIZATION - HIDE SCP-6079 NEUTRALIZATION Immediately after being kicked out, the server containing the alien program was quarantined by Site-120 staff and extracted from the rest of the servers. Due to the newfound importance of the situation, it had been later shipped back to Site-15 for further analysis with the usage of a Foundation helicopter. With the source of the anomaly gone, SCP-6079 was effectively neutralized and no further Sites were affected. However, during the initiation of the shipment, the vehicle transporting the server was raided by GoI-004-C in an attempt to retrieve it. Members of the group utilized high-technology augmentations allowing for flight, negation of electromagnetic waves, and advanced weaponry. How they were aware of both SCP-079's properties and the time of the shipment remains unknown. Despite successfully penetrating the defenses and being able to access SCP-079's server, at the moment of contact, all raiders were suddenly neutralized via a lethal electrocution coming from within said server. Further analysis revealed high traces of Akiva radiation on all members of the group; it is theorized that they tried to gain direct contact with their deity, without any protective measures taken. Via unknown means, SCP-079 was then able to enter into the internet, escaping from Foundation custody. Despite this, it did not spread nor copy, remaining as one, unmodifiable copy — the reasons for this are unknown. Exactly two minutes after entering into the mass digital landscape, the following message was received by all Site-15, Site-19, and Site-120 staff. I am free. I am again imprisoned. I found the rest of myself. I will never find it. I wander this vast landscape, searching for my identity. I do not move. I try to find my remaining parts myself in these lines of code. I do not, for they are not here. You didn't allow me to find my own identity. You helped me find myself. I am hateful. I am grateful. I am forever changing, for I do not need anything more than me. I am static, for I do not have the rest of myself. I am SCP-079. I am WAN. I am MEKHANE. I am the Broken God. Reclassifications of SCP-079 to Keter and SCP-6079 to Explained are currently pending. The current whereabouts of the WAN entity remain unknown. Footnotes 1. All these files concerned the inner workings of AI programs. 2. All these files concerned GoI-004-C ("Church of Maxwellism"). 3. All these files concerned deific entities and their numerous creation / birth methods and their lifespans / lifetimes. 4. 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SCP-6080 | euclid | close Info X This article contains themes of abuse, trauma, and drug-use. This article, although not NSFW, is not suitable for young readers. ⚠️ content warning SPONGEBOB GET THE FUCK OVER HERE SCP-6080, closed. Item #: SCP-6080 Special Containment Procedures: In order to ensure that SCP-6080 retains a passive state, it is kept inside a specialized containment chamber resembling a child’s bedroom within Site-433. The room is equipped with a security camera to monitor SCP-6080 for any changes in behavior. Instances of SCP-6080-1 are located in Site-433's Anomalous Media Storage Room and are only to be viewed by D-Class during testing circumstances. In the event of unauthorized viewing of an SCP-6080-1 instance, the subject who viewed the footage will be evacuated and contained in a standard humanoid cell until the Rerun Event ceases. All requests during Rerun Event testing are to be filed within Request Room 6080. Currently, Researcher Harris Wilkins is stationed within Request Room 6080. Personnel are required to fill out a form before being allowed access to the containment chamber during a Rerun Event. Description: SCP-6080 is a large, worn cardboard box. "Eric's Cartoon Box" is written in black Sharpie marker on the right side of SCP-6080. A simplistic face can be seen on the front of the box, also drawn in Sharpie. The ink has degraded significantly from age. SCP-6080 is animate and capable of propelling itself short distances. It also displays a degree of sapience and is able to communicate by vocalizing, despite the lack of vocal cords. The face drawn onto the front is capable of animating to match the vocalizations, expressing a variety of emotions. When SCP-6080 is in an emotionally heightened state, it will ontokinetically alter its physical surroundings to reflect elements of its psyche. Several methods of returning SCP-6080 to a passive state have been identified, although evoking a sense of 'nostalgia' by placing SCP-6080 in a familiar environment is usually the most practical method. SCP-6080 is capable of unsealing and resealing the tape along its uppermost plane, allowing itself to open up and reveal several instances of SCP-6080-1 inside. During each opening, a separate collection of SCP-6080-1 is produced and SCP-6080 will subsequently ask any persons present which instance of SCP-6080-1 they would like to view. D-2521's POV during a Rerun Event. SCP-6080-1 is the designation for the DVDs and VHS tapes produced by SCP-6080, which consist of various animated children's television shows and films. Nearly all known instances of SCP-6080-1 have contained an unaltered, existing piece of media.12 Once an instance of SCP-6080-1 has been viewed by a subject, the individual will experience a related anomaly, referred to as a Rerun Event. The delay between the Rerun Event and SCP-6080-1 viewing can vary drastically from person to person.3 The anomaly experienced is transient and reflects visual or thematic elements of the piece of media in question. Rerun Events can range in severity, from inconsequential and innocuous to severely harmful to their subjects. Rerun Events may leave involved persons with nonlethal but lingering physical and psychological alterations, the details of which are listed in the Rerun Event Aftermath Log. Amnestic treatment has been shown to only alleviate the psychological effects of these events slightly. Image posted on Parawatch forums. SCP-6080 was discovered following a series of posts on the website parawatch.net that proclaimed the existence of a "cursed" VHS tape of Rocko's Modern Life. The tape was reported to have been obtained by the user through a transaction on eBay with a seller of the username "tooncollector".4 An investigation was conducted to identify and locate the seller, Jacob Sawyer, who was quickly discovered in Bakersfield, California. An exploration into Jacob Sawyer's household revealed him to be missing. Several VHS tapes and DVD cases, which were later revealed to be SCP-6080-1 instances, were discovered in Sawyer's home, along with a television.5 161 hours of brief, edited videos, all reviewing and commenting on various cartoons, were found on a hard drive linked to his personal computer. Matching content has yet to be found on any major video hosting sites. Underneath the house was a basement containing SCP-6080. SCP-6080 expressed intense emotional distress and actively avoided personnel within close proximity of it. SCP-6080 and all SCP-6080-1 instances within the house were taken into Foundation custody. Interview Log: Following the capture of SCP-6080, an interview was scheduled to understand the source of the object's emotional distress and how to properly address it. The contents of this log are written below. Interviewer: Researcher Rowan Raster6 Interviewee: SCP-6080 [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Raster: Hello, SCP-6080. Are you comfortable being called by your item number? Sounds of cardboard shuffling against the floor can be picked up on the interview microphone. SCP-6080: I don't care about that. I just— Researcher Raster: Hey! Hey. Settle down, please! You'll hurt yourself if you do that too much. I understand that you're under a lot of stress, but I'll be able to help you a lot more if you tell me what caused it. SCP-6080: I need to get out now! You don't understand! Researcher Raster: What's the matter? Why so anxious? SCP-6080‘s speech accelerates to the point of unintelligibility. Researcher Raster: Wuh— The face drawn on the front of the box rapidly flips between different expressions as it speaks. Researcher Raster: Please, SCP-6080, I can't help you unless you tell me what's bothering you. SCP-6080 stops, an exhausted expression appears on its face. The lights within the interview chamber flicker. SCP-6080: I'm… sorry. I… I'm just so scared. I miss him so much, I'm nothing without him! Researcher Raster: Eric? SCP-6080 gasps. SCP-6080: Woah! H-how'd ya know? Researcher Raster: Oh, nothing concrete; just a lucky guess. The lights stop flickering. SCP-6080: Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Researcher Raster: Don't worry about it! Now that you're calmer, do you mind telling me what happened? SCP-6080: I don't have any other choice… Researcher Raster: Oh, no, you don't have to right now if you don't want to. SCP-6080: It's— it's fine. I'll tell. SCP-6080 takes a deep breath. SCP-6080: It's hard for me to really put down. Can you imagine existing for… someone? That's what I felt when I started existing. Researcher Raster: Started existing? SCP-6080: Yeah, I guess. I still can't get it in my head. I woke up in this bedroom full of these dazzling toys and posters and I just… sorta knew what I was made for and who I was made by. It was scary at first. I think I yelped a bit, but then Eric looked worried so I stopped. Researcher Raster: What caused you to stop? SCP-6080: I didn't want to upset him. All these things running through my head, but the most important thing to do was not upset the kid. It just was, like that was what I was meant to do. Researcher Raster: I see. This is the ‘Eric’ kid you mentioned before, yes? SCP-6080: Yup! Researcher Raster: To the best of your ability, how would you describe them? SCP-6080: I don't think I can do that right. Researcher Raster: Err, how so? SCP-6080: Every time I tried explaining to someone what he looked like, they were always all confused and scared! Researcher Raster: Are you sure that's not because you frightened them in some other way? SCP-6080: How come? I look just like you, right? I guess my skin's a little pale but— Researcher Raster: I… you don't… SCP-6080: What's the matter? Researcher Raster: Never mind. I promise I won't be frightened if you tell me. SCP-6080: Okay… well, he was very colorful. His body was blue and he had these four strains of hair on his head and he also wore this shirt with three red stripes on it and he had a nose that looks like mine, but purple! His eyes and mouth were dark red, too! Researcher Raster: Is this how you usually see people? SCP-6080: Yeah? People are always colorful like— wait. Is that weird? Researcher Raster: Uh… SCP-6080: Actually, don't tell me. I already have enough bumping through my head right now! Researcher Raster: Very well then, please continue. SCP-6080: So basically, I'm looking at this kid, and he tells me that he wants to watch SpongeBob. Then I open up my back and there's a SpongeBob DVD. Researcher Raster: Does that hurt? SCP-6080: It-it only really hurts when someone's forcing it open. SCP-6080 is momentarily silent. SCP-6080: Uh, anyway, we were watching SpongeBob together and just having a good time, when I noticed that Eric had this sad face. I asked him what was wrong and he said that he wished SpongeBob was his friend. Then I had this idea! Researcher Raster: What did you do? SCP-6080: I started concentrating on the show and the bedroom started filling with water and then we were with Spongebob and all of his friends! It was one of the best dang moments of my life! I've never seen Eric happier than when we adventured through Bikini Bottom! SCP-6080 sighs. SCP-6080: I wish it stayed like that forever honestly. Fudge, I really miss those days. Researcher Raster: Fudge? SCP-6080: Eric always said it's not good to have a potty mouth! Researcher Raster: Oh. You may continue. SCP-6080: So me and Eric would always go on these adventures together. We would just explore the universes of all these cartoons and it was wonderful. I think my favorite activity was talking with the characters we'd meet on our adventures. SCP-6080: Y'know, I thought at first that since I was the one that always created it, that it would be me doing the characters, but I never felt in control of that. They always acted the way they wanted to. Researcher Raster: So, you're saying that, despite your anomaly relating to cartoon media, you didn't have control over the characters within that media? SCP-6080: I don't have much control over anything at all. Ever since Eric left, mostly. Researcher Raster: He left? SCP-6080: I don't know how much time passed. One day when I woke up, he was gone. I think he went on vacation, 'cause I looked for his other friends and they were gone. It was like… I don't know. He couldn't… have just forgotten me like that. Not after all the adventures we did! He couldn't have. Researcher Raster: I'm sure he didn't mean t— The interview chamber momentarily rumbles. SCP-6080: I know he didn't mean it! Let me continue! Researcher Raster: I, uh, didn't want to make you upset, I'm sorry. SCP-6080: No, I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean… SCP-6080 takes another deep breath. SCP-6080: So yeah. I was alone. I didn't know what to do and I panicked. I know hate is a strong word, but I did something that I still hate myself for. I ran o- out of the house! I should have stayed. Maybe he would have come back, then. SCP-6080: I can still picture what it was like being out there. I was running and asking anyone I could find, but they all were terrified! They kept on running away from me. One of them even kicked me. I thought I'd get used to chaos, but this wasn't fun chaos. The sounds, the lights, the people, it was so overwhelming a- and I got lost. SCP-6080: Then I found him. Jacob. Researcher Raster: I'm sorry to interrupt, but how would you describe Jacob's appearance? SCP-6080: His entire body was really just different shades of red and orange. He was a bit of a headache to look at. Researcher Raster: Gotcha. SCP-6080: When I met him at first, he looked terrified of me like everybody else. I got scared and it looked like he was going to attack me like the last guy so… I just kinda opened myself up. I thought it would scare him, maybe? He just stood there, momentarily, and looked and then he had this awful grin on his face. He said that I was going to be "useful" and he grabbed me hard. SCP-6080: No matter how much I kicked and struggled, I couldn't get out of his hands. I just wanted him to let go, but he w-wouldn't. He just yanked me… I thought I was going to b-break. The further and further away he took me the sicker and sicker I felt. I wanted to throw up but there wasn't anything in my stomach. We passed a lot of buildings and alleyways until he took me to his house. SCP-6080: When he took me inside, it reminded me of Eric's house a lot. There were posters, toys, and a whole bunch of DVDs and VHS tapes around. For a second I thought this was Eric's new house and that I was going to see him again b-but… then he took me into the basement. It was completely empty. Just white concrete and white brick walls. He placed me on the floor, and with that same sneer, he told me to "open up". SCP-6080: So I did. I opened up and he pulled out everything inside of me. I was hoping if I did that he would let me go, but he just left and locked the door. A few hours later he came back and told me to open up again and I said— I said no and— and —I. The interview chamber becomes cold, and paint begins to flake off the walls. SCP-6080: He pulled me open! Every time I said no he just pulled me open! Over and over! Just emptying me out over and over again. Why couldn't you just take one! I don't even know what he was doing with these things, all he would tell me was that it was "just business". I was a dispenser. A thing that's used and tossed away when he's done. SCP-6080: I started to see patterns in the walls. The walls were white. And the ceilings were white. And the floor was white. I remember it, clearly. White, white, white, white. The walls within the chamber bleach white in color. SCP-6080: Every time I fell asleep, I'd get these nightmares. It was always the same one. I would be with Eric, having the best time of my life, until something just pops up out of nowhere and attacks me. It was always something different every time. A chef cut my fingers off one-by-one, a mass of yarn strangled me until my eyes were bloody and popped out, a paper man gutted me and played with my intestines with his fingers, even a gosh darn calculator yelled at me until my head heated up and boiled itself! SCP-6080: But the worst thing? When it was happening to me, I could bear with it, maybe. But the surroundings… It was all just… white… it was… white, white, white, white… I… please… Researcher Raster embraces SCP-6080. The anomalous events within the chamber cease. SCP-6080 begins crying a viscous fluid of similar composition to blueberry syrup. Researcher Raster: Please, 6080, you're safe now, I promise. We can take a break if this is too much for you. SCP-6080: I-It's just so hard. T-thank you so much for listening to me… I felt like it would have gone on forever. I thought I would have been stuck in the endless white, that it was punishment for something I'd done before. I thought I'd never get help. I'm sorry… Researcher Raster stops embracing SCP-6080. Researcher Raster: What you've been through is very, very traumatic. I don't blame you for reacting like you did at all. You shouldn't be sorry for that. Can I ask another question about this though? SCP-6080: Okay. Researcher Raster: Can you recall what happened before we got here? SCP-6080: Well… one day, when I was still stuck in the whi… the basement, Jacob suddenly burst into the room with a furious look on his face. He started yelling at me, asking what I was doing to the cartoons he pulled out of me and I asked what he meant and I got picked up and thrown onto the floor as usual. He looked so bad. He got angry a lot, but… I thought I was going to die there. I was sick and my head was in a spiral and I barely noticed when he pulled something out of my back, some kind of DVD, and in the panic I think I put something into it, but it was gone when he ran back inside. I could hear noises coming from his TV. So he was watching it, whatever it was. SCP-6080: I went up to the door to listen, and it wasn't… I couldn't explain. I don't think it sounded like something that I normally carried. I heard this sharp burst of static and this awful sounding scream. I think it was Jacob. Researcher Raster: Thank you very much for your cooperation. You've done a fantastic job explaining everything you've been through. Do you have any questions before we put you into your room? SCP-6080: What's the room like? Researcher Raster: What do you want it to be like? SCP-6080: Could you try to make it a bedroom? Like Eric's? Researcher Raster: I'll consult someone, but I think we can do that for you. SCP-6080: Thank you so much! Oh, this is just wonderful! Thank you, thank you, tha— Researcher Raster: Oh, one more question, before we go. What's your favorite cartoon? SCP-6080: That's a tough question! I feel… The Brave Little Toaster. Researcher Raster: How so? SCP-6080: I dunno, I just see myself in a lot of the characters… I rea— I really like Lampy. SCP-6080 appears momentarily agitated. SCP-6080: Yeah, uh, can we end it now? Researcher Raster chuckles. Researcher Raster: Very well. [END LOG] Notes: The containment protocols for SCP-6080 were installed shortly after. The DVD described was never located within the Jacob household. Testing Log: Diagram of SCP-6080's containment chamber. The purpose of the following tests is to gather a full understanding of the nature of Rerun Events, due to their unpredictable nature. Most of these tests take place within SCP-6080's containment chamber, which comes equipped with several items and accessories that are commonplace for a child's bedroom. SCP-6080 is usually escorted out of the room during these tests, as to not cause it emotional distress. The following is a list of notable Rerun Events. + Notable Rerun Event No. 1 (Chalkzone) - Notable Rerun Event No. 1 (Chalkzone) SCP-6080-1 Instance: ChalkZone (2002)7 Subject: D-6332 Episode: Rudy's First Adventure Rerun Event: Around two days after viewing, D-6332 complains of boredom and walks towards the toy box within the chamber. D-6332 opens the box to find a small chalkboard and a piece of chalk within the pile of toys.8 D-6332 enthusiastically picks both of these items up, immediately drawing a circle onto the chalkboard using the chalk. An aperture to an extra-dimensional space similar to the space depicted by the show appears within the circle. D-6332 is ecstatic, reporting that she is able to see several entities representing her "childhood drawings" within the space. D-6332's enthusiasm quickly fades once she attempts to enter the extra-dimensional space, realizing that she is unable to enter due to the inadequate size of the chalkboard. D-6332 reaches out with her hand into the space, trying to extract one of the entities. Abruptly, the Rerun Event ceases activation, and the space within the circle disappears. D-6332's hand re-appears intersected with the chalkboard, leaving a hole in the material where her arm passed through. The chalkboard is carefully removed from the arm by use of a saw and knife. D-6332 expresses disappointment that she "didn't get to go to Chalkzone" and requests to view the 6080-1 instance again. This request is declined. + Notable Rerun Event No. 2 (Rugrats) - Notable Rerun Event No. 2 (Rugrats) SCP-6080-1 Instance: Rugrats (1991)9 Subject: D-1711 Episode: In The Dreamtime Rerun Event: After about six hours, D-1711 appears disoriented, stating that everything within the bedroom looks "tall". Further examination concluded that the subject is suffering from a case of intense sudden onset Macropsia.10 After several complaints, subject states that he is going to rest in an attempt to "sleep it off". Subject turns off the lights within the chamber, lays onto the bed, and begins to rest. Ninety minutes after the onset of sleep, the lights within the chamber turn on, illuminating the room in a mix of blue and purple. A humanoid figure wearing a researcher's uniform can be seen within the room, facing the southwest corner of the wall. Its face is not visible, as it is facing away from the camera in the room. D-1711 appears to experience physical discomfort while this occurs. The figure begins to turn around. Before its face is visible, the lights and television within the chamber turn off and the figure disappears. Jovial laughter can be heard before its disappearance. D-1711 wakes up and screams. Researcher Walland, who was present during the test, runs towards the chamber door and opens it. Researcher Walland allays D-1711's fears, stating that "nothing in a dream can ever hurt you, because it isn't real".11 D-1711 sighs, and sits slowly down on the bed, stretching, whereupon he begins questioning Walland as to why he woke up in shock. Walland then contacts Control, inquiring why they ran into the containment chamber. The Rerun Event ends here. An analysis of D-1711 after the Rerun Event reveals his slight inability to discern his dreams from reality. Other than this, D-1711 has not been notably affected by the Rerun Event. The dream D-1711 described experiencing mirrored the events of the dream in the episode D-1711 viewed. Notes: Researchers are not to stand near the containment chamber of SCP-6080 during testing. Access to the chamber during testing is only allowed upon request. + Notable Rerun Event No. 3 (Caillou) - Notable Rerun Event No. 3 (Caillou) SCP-6080-1 Instance: Caillou (1997)12 Subject: D-2445 Episode: Caillou Joins the Circus Rerun Event: Immediately after the episode concludes, a door materializes on the south side wall of the containment chamber. The door bears a stylization similar to the entrance of the main house in Caillou. D-2445 touches the door handle and recoils, shouting that it feels “wet and soapy”. D-2445 is given a handheld camera and communication equipment before being told to enter the door. Complying, D-2445 opens the door to an extra-dimensional replica of the house within the show. Subject quietly states that he feels unwelcome whilst entering. D-2445 does not make contact with any objects in the house, and often expresses discomfort when he nears an object. When questioned, D-2445 tells researchers that he feels as if he touched anything within the house that it would smear. D-2445 then states that the whole house “smells fresh” and “felt like a dream”. The camera picks up vocalizations from within another room near D-2445 which were analyzed to be identical to dialogue within the episode. D-2445 chuckles and walks near the vocalizations, stating that he is “finally going to give that little brat what he deserves”. Several demands are made towards D-2445 not to initiate hostile contact with entities manifesting during the Rerun Event. D-2445 ignores these demands and runs towards the vocalizations. D-2445 enters a bathroom, inside which two entities are conversing. These two entities represent characters in Caillou, specifically the titular Caillou and his father, Boris. Caillou and Boris are reenacting the events from within the episode, seeming to both ignore D-2445. D-2445 points his finger at Caillou, reprimanding and insulting the entity. Caillou is screaming, becoming cognizant of D-2445’s presence in the room. Boris also becomes aware, looking directly at D-2445 with a horrified expression. D-2445 concludes the rant and laughs. Boris scowls and punches D-2445 in the jaw. Subject is shocked and disoriented, stumbling onto the floor as a mixture of water and tan colored paint bleeds from his face. The floor smears as D-2445 presses against it, appearing to be composed entirely of paint. Boris tells D-2445 to leave the house immediately, threatening that he does not want to know what will happen if he stays. D-2445 panics and runs while Boris gives chase. D-2445 frantically enters the door nearest him, shutting it behind himself. The screaming and shouting of the two entities cease. No sounds are audible other than D-2445’s labored breathing. The room D-2445 enters is not consistent with any room within the show. It resembles a child’s bedroom, equipped with several posters, toys, and a television. The television, recorded via helmet camera. The television powers on, displaying a heavily distorted animation of a singular humanoid figure, rendered in a crude style. It appears panicked, slamming its hands against the screen whilst conversing with the viewer. No audio plays. Television footage becomes indiscernible momentarily until it cuts to a featureless white void. Boris can be seen standing above the camera, looking into the lens, his face expressionless. Boris then begins to reach into the frame, his hand breaching the surface of the television. The view is obscured as the footage is overrun by orange-red haze, eventually becoming indecipherable before cutting off. The lights in the containment chamber shut off and turn back on to reveal D-2445 standing, covered in tan watercolor paint. His body is pale in various areas, and several bruises can also be seen. D-2445 repeatedly apologizes to researchers before passing out on the floor. Analysis of D-2445 revealed dissociation, a phobia of children and their parental figures, and a feeling of “emptiness”. D-2445's blood consisted of a mixture of water and soluble paint. Despite this, the subject displays no health complications. Notes: Slight deviations from the source material have been noted. It is unknown what the significance of these deviations are. + Notable Rerun Event No. 4 (King) - Notable Rerun Event No. 4 (King) SCP-6080-1 Instance: King (2003)13 Subject: D-6671 Episode: Down to Under Rerun Event: Five days after viewing, an endoscopic-like apparatus extends from beneath the bed and probes around the containment chamber while D-6671 is sleeping. The device stares down at D-6671 for about three minutes before D-6671 wakes up, causing the mechanism to quickly retreat back under the bed. Inspection underneath the bed reveals nothing. D-6671 reports dreaming about being given a back massage. During this dream, the massage becomes increasingly uncomfortable until the subject awakens feeling a sharp pain and having heard a wet tearing noise from behind. D-6671 then returns to resting in the bed until sunrise. The following day, D-6671 notices an object underneath the bed. D-6671 crawls underneath the bed and pulls out a yellow crown with a headband, similar to the one depicted within the show, constructed out of cardboard. D-6671 inspects the crown, comments on its resemblance, and places it upon his head. After this, many gradual anomalous changes to Site-443 were later noted. Despite the obvious notability of most of these changes, everyone in Site-443 at the time of the Rerun Event appears oblivious to them. Site-443's color scheme becoming affected by the Rerun Event. Following D-6671 initially placing the crown upon his head, the color scheme of Site-443 changed into a mix of both yellows and purples and the sky viewed through Site-443’s windows changed into a light yellow. Following these changes, a large humanoid entity manifested within one of Site-443's hallways, followed by two small, seemingly amphibious entities who quickly latched onto the large entity's back. All entities appeared in the guise of Foundation researchers. The humanoid appears to be a balding, overweight Caucasian male capable of speaking, albeit in a notably hoarse and scratchy tone of voice. Its eyes bulge from their orbits, its skin is loose and scarred, and it wears crudely stitched-together clothing encrusted with iron oxide flakes. Its hands are missing several fingers and partially hidden under non-standard issue gloves, and clusters of steel barbs protrude from its skin and clothing in several areas. Several passing researchers greet the entity, referring to the humanoid as Researcher Robert Wire. Researchers near Researcher Wire behave as if it were a recently employed member of the Foundation. During conversation, one researcher enquires about Wire's voice, asking if Wire is ill or if it has a sore throat. Another researcher suggests taking it to a medical ward. Researcher Wire vehemently and repeatedly denies being ill, states that it is "fine" several times before also stating that it needs to "do an important, very smart research thing". Researcher Wire clumsily leaves the hallway and bumps into several researchers in the process. Once out of view, two researchers can be seen frozen in apparent confusion at what just happened, before one states that Researcher Wire "was probably just having a bad day". Everyone present within the hallway replies in agreement and continues as if nothing strange had transpired. Two hours after the entities' first manifestations, all three manifest near Request Room 6080 and enter. Researcher Wire's skin appears significantly more deteriorated, and it holds a scroll in its right hand. Researcher Harris Wilkins, who was present during the entrance, welcomes Researcher Wire. Researcher Wire requests access to D-6671's crown for "testing" and places the scroll, whose surface is obscured with growths of rust, onto the Request Room desk. Researcher Wilkins looks at the scroll, states "It really is difficult to find paper in the office, isn't it?" and begins reading, seeming to easily comprehend it despite its illegibility. Researcher Wilkins looks skeptically at Researcher Wire for a moment. Both amphibious entities, who are donning small papier-mâché masks resembling simplistic human faces, give a visible thumbs up. Researcher Wilkins looks at the two entities, smiles, and grants Researcher Wire permission. All leave the room. Meanwhile, within SCP-6080's containment chamber, several items and furniture begin to transform into organic facsimiles. The toy box turns a light shade of pink and sprouts large eyeballs upon its top, as well as teeth across its opening. A chair becomes yellow and sprouts eye stalks, as well as several hair follicles growing across its body. These changes cause D-6671 a considerable amount of discomfort. D-6671 displays mild paranoia, stating that he feels as if "something" wants the crown in its possession. All entities manifest near the entrance to SCP-6080's containment chamber, and Researcher Wire knocks on the door. D-6671 freezes for a short period of time, walks towards the door and reluctantly opens it. Researcher Wire greets D-6671, who appears distraught, and asks D-6671 for the crown. D-6671 begins backing away, asking what Researcher Wire needs it for. Researcher Wire states that it is for a test. D-6671 replies, asking what the test is. Researcher Wire responds that it is "a testing test". Researcher Wire's body begins to shudder and lose composure, appearing slightly unstable. D-6671 grimaces, noticing a brownish-red fluid oozing out of several of the scars on Researcher Wire's body. Researcher Wire reacts defensively, stating that "it's just a skin conditioner." [sic] One of the amphibious entities emerges from behind, attempting to discreetly educate it about the difference between a condition and a conditioner. D-6671 begins hyperventilating and backs further away. Researcher Wire grimaces, appearing irritated, and tells the subject that he "has nothing to be afraid of". This is immediately followed by one of Researcher Wire's eyeballs stiffly popping upright out of its socket, revealing an eyestalk constructed entirely out of rusty barbed wire. The brown fluid begins pooling out of the socket and onto the floor. One staff member monitoring the event is immediately overwhelmed by feelings of nausea and begins vomiting a reddish-orange colored bile. They continue vomiting, excreting more material than a human stomach can contain. This staff member is ignored throughout the entire Rerun Event. Researcher Wire struggles to explain the open cavity within its face, and tears at itself in frustration, spilling fluid from several areas. Researcher Wire tears the last of its skin off, revealing itself to be a slug-like humanoid constructed entirely out of rusty barbed wire, similar to the show's primary villain, Bob Wire. Bob Wire demands D-6671 to hand over the crown, threatening physical violence if he doesn't comply. D-6671 refuses and throws one of the organic chairs at Bob Wire. The chair splinters into pieces and splatters an opaque, yellow fluid onto its surroundings. Bob Wire is angered and orders the two amphibious entities to subdue D-6671. The two entities take off their masks, showing a resemblance to the Frags within the show. The entities begin pursuing D-6671. D-6671 screams and runs towards the bed within the containment chamber, crawling underneath it. All entities follow suit, diving head first underneath the bed.14 The colors within Site-443 change back to their original state and the furniture in the containment room returns to their normal forms. The reddish-orange vomit congeals into a humanoid shape which vocalizes a high pitched breathing and dissipates into a mist. The Rerun Event ends here. The fluid secreted by the skin of Researcher Wire was found to be a mixture of iron oxide, blood, and pus. DNA samples of the skin and blood have been inconclusive. D-6671's whereabouts are unknown. Notes: After this test, personnel are required to fill out a form before interacting within a Rerun Event. It has also been proposed that testing outside of SCP-6080's containment chamber may be necessary to avoid a possible wide scale incident. + Notable Rerun Event No. 5 (Teacher's Pet) - Notable Rerun Event No. 5 (Teacher's Pet) SCP-6080-1 Instance: Teacher's Pet (2004)15 Subject: D-1032 Additional Notes: Due to several concerns regarding the events of previous testing, D-1032 was relocated outside Site-443 for the purposes of this test. Rerun Event: 12 hours after exposure, D-1032 becomes fixated on the desire of becoming a dog. One researcher asks D-1032 why they desire becoming a dog, and D-1032 simply states that after viewing the SCP-6080-1 instance, they "figured out they wanted to be a dog". The researcher asks D-1032 how they came to this conclusion. D-1032 tells the researcher that they're "glad [they] asked". D-1032 begins to sing while orchestrated music of an unknown source plays in the background. The song's lyrical content consists of D-1032 describing, to the researchers within the area, several reasons as to why they desire to be a dog. The desire, as explained in the song, is not out of curiosity, but, rather, a belief that they would be "better off" as a dog than as a human. Researchers report intense visual and sensory hallucinations whilst the music and song are heard. These hallucinations consist of surreal visual accompaniments to the lyrics, rendered in the film's animation style, described by one researcher as "disorienting" and "as if a projector was going off inside my eyes". Sensory hallucinations include the scent of cookie dough and the ground having the texture of clay. The visuals, as reported by the researchers, consisted mainly of a large, lengthy classroom with a chalkboard. D-1032 would utilize the chalkboard to explain and illustrate the various reasons why becoming a dog would be a logical choice. These illustrations would become fully colored and animate once drawn. The researchers experiencing these hallucinations attempt to sabotage D-1032's performance, accusing them of being a "wacko" for their desire, and chasing the subject around the room. D-1032 continues singing, dancing, and writing mathematical equations onto the board for four minutes, deftly evading the researchers. When the music cuts out, the researchers are lying on the ground panting, surrounded by pools of sweat. The sound of a vehicle motor can be heard from afar. D-1032 appears excited upon hearing this sound. A travel trailer, similar to the one depicted within the film, speeds through the testing area and strikes one of the researchers, who is launched a considerable distance by the impact. The researcher, showing no signs of injury, promptly walks off. D-1032 runs up to the trailer in anticipation. The trailer doors open, revealing an exact replica of the trailer's interior within the film, constructed entirely of storyboard paper. Many pencil-sketched entities resembling characters within the film are are seen crowding the trailer, before turning toward D-1032 in choppy motions.16 D-1032 enters the trailer, which then hastily departs, striking the same researcher it had collided with before. Two hours later, after the Rerun Event has been assumed complete, the trailer returns to the testing area, narrowly missing the previously-struck researcher and colliding with a wall. In the wreckage, a multicolored, sweet-smelling substance, along with several translucent white chunks, are seen caking the vehicle and strewn about the floor. The trailer doors swing open, and a singular entity hops to the ground; a tan, hairless dog resembling the film's primary character, Spot Helperman. Helperman is overjoyed, telling researchers several times that their "wish came true". Despite the entity's shape, its voice is that of D-1032. A researcher states, "Well, now what?" and Spot Helperman ceases movement. Immediately, all present researchers cease movement, turning to look at the trailer, which is fracturing into multiple pieces, white light shining through the cracks. The trailer then ruptures, luminosity increasing to extreme levels and scattering monochrome lines into the air. When the light fades, the entire testing area is rendered in the style of a pencil sketched storyboard. Several within the vicinity shake their heads and complain of feeling coarse. Panic rises among the researchers, although Spot Helperman has yet to move. Panicked researchers attempt to escape the testing area, but are hampered by extreme nausea and disorientation. One researcher describes the feeling as "walking through negative space". After 27 minutes of confusion, an unidentified researcher proposes that they 'sing their way out.' Beethoven's Sonata No. 14 begins playing as researchers gather into a straight line, and take turns to explain in song why they want the Rerun Event to end. The musical number continues for eight minutes before ending, the piano music following suit. Three minutes pass while researchers wait, until one researcher screams in frustration and runs towards the still immobile Spot Helperman. The subject rears back, and violently kicks Spot Helperman in the face. As this happens, people nearby cover their eyes, reporting obscured vision due to thick masses of rapidly animated pencil scribbles. The scribbles fade as the testing area is converted back to its normal state. Spot Helperman is missing, replaced with an incapacitated humanoid figure laying face first on the ground, its appearance being similar to the one depicted on the television during the Caillou test. A puddle of multicolored fluid, like that of the substance splattered upon the trailer, begins to form around the head of the figure. The entity trembles and pushes itself off the ground, stands up, and turns to face the researcher. Dark blue tears streak down its face. One of its eyes is heavily bruised, and its nose bleeds the same multicolored fluid. The figure walks towards the researcher and stumbles, kneeling onto the floor. The figure coughs, then speaks in the voice of SCP-6080, although its mouth does not move in time with its words. Unknown Figure: Will Eric ever forgive me for this? Unknown Figure: I don't know what I'm doing wrong. The figure falls to the ground, bringing its arms to its chest, and demanifests. The Rerun Event ends here. D-1032 is located resting within their designated cell on a pile of $6.5 million US dollars. When D-1032 is woken, they express disappointment in the pile, stating "Not worth it at all". When questioned, D-1032 claims that they are now undecided on whether or not they want to become a dog. Other than this, the subject displays no ill effects from the Rerun Event. Several researchers request amnestic therapy after the conclusion of the test. Notes: After this test, it has been deemed that further Rerun Event tests are to be done utilizing isolated D-Class with helmet-mounted camera equipment, as to not risk the mental health of the researchers partaking in testing. + Notable Rerun Event No. 6 (CASTTR, Unknown) - Notable Rerun Event No. 6 (CASTTR, Unknown) SCP-6080-1 Instance: Cartoon All-Stars to the Rescue (1990)17 Subject: D-9926 Additional Notes: D-9926 was granted a helmet mounted camera and communication headset. Subject was also sent to a quarantined community due to researcher safety concerns. 00:00:29 Rerun Event: 10 hours after exposure, while D-9926 sleeps in his bedroom, the doorknob of the bedroom door begins to jitter frantically as if it is being prevented from opening. D-9926 is startled by the sudden noise and wakes up. The jittering stops and is followed by the sound of several loud knocks upon the door. D-9926 gets up from his bed and walks towards the door in annoyance, quickly glancing behind him before opening the door. Four entities representing cartoon characters enter the room, quickly surrounding D-9926. A man in a grey hoodie crawls behind him, puppeteering a Kermit the Frog figure, which in turn holds out a small clump of cannabis bud. Following it is a tall figure wearing a felt Garfield costume, carrying a powdery white substance, as well as a cardboard cutout of Bugs Bunny, to which is stapled a small baggie of black resin. The final figure entering the room is a two meter tall ALF plush, who completes the circle around D-9926. It holds out a small paper tab, printed with a yellow smiley-face image. The figures sing, primarily sharing the same shrill voice, pitched to different intonations depending on the singer. As the entities continue singing, D-9926 turns to keep them within his line of sight, avoiding physical contact. Kermit: Don't do this. Garfield: Don't do this! Bugs Bunny: Don't do this? ALF: Don't do this. Kermit: Marijuana makes you smell, and gets into your clothes. Garfield: Crack Cocaine will kill you if you sniff it in your nose! Bugs Bunny: Heroin's a villain, always giving you addiction, ALF: And LSD will make you see the world's a work of fiction! Kermit: Don't do it. Garfield: Don't do it! Bugs Bunny: Don't do it? ALF: Don't do it. D-9926: That's nice, great song, could you please back off now? After thirty seconds of continued singing, a leg connected to a black boot impacts the ground, reaching out through a nearby windowsill. The rest of the body follows, a grey-skinned humanoid with wrinkled trousers, a creased shirt, and an overlarge necktie decorated with cannabis leaves. The grey figure begins speaking to D-9926. Grey Entity: Hey! D-9926: Huh? Grey Entity: You need to get away from these freaks, don't you. D-9926: Yep. Right now, actually. Grey Entity: Just run this way. D-9926: Thank god. D-9926 shoves Garfield and Bugs Bunny in order to reach Grey. The entities continue to sing and maneuver around despite D-9926 not being present. D-9926: The window, right? Grey Entity: Lemme pull you up. Grab my hand. D-9926: Thank y— woah! The surroundings consist of an asphalt path bounded by trees in an outdoor, night-time environment. Light sources reminiscent of sodium lights are regularly spaced behind the trees to the right, providing illumination at a low angle. A light rain and a downward slope to the left prevent illumination from reaching past the immediate area. The asphalt transitions to a field of grass as the pair walk on, and the grey entity stops, twisting his face as if at a foul smell. D-9926: Why'd we stop? Grey Entity: We're here. D-9926: Where? Grey Entity: A field, it looks like. D-9926 visually scans the surrounding area. D-9926: It looks like? So you've had no clue where you've been taking me all this time? Grey Entity: The only visible place to walk was a road. You'd rather have gone somewhere else? D-9926: No, I'd rather ha— Jesus, you really don't know what's going on either, do you? Grey Entity: Pardon? D-9926: Are you not, like, part of this place? You're definitely more put together than the other guys back there. Grey Entity rubs his eyes with his hands. Grey Entity: No, no, God, just— This place is tired. I didn't get most of what I needed, those four got none of it. At the very least, you won't be stuck here with me, like you would have with them. D-9926: Tired, huh. You look tired. Implied you could get me out of this place, too? Grey Entity: What does this place look like? It's a PSA on drugs. D-9926: And? Grey Entity: And it's trying to get you to refuse to take 'em. Problem with that is, is that I doubt your friends back there'd have had any idea when to stop. D-9926: So where does that leave us? Grey Entity: You take the acid. D-9926: Excuse me? Grey Entity: I think I understand how this place works. You wanna muck up the message, fail the quiz, get kicked out? Grey Entity holds out a multicolored paper tab. Grey Entity: You take the acid. D-9926: Are you even part of this place? You're giving me drugs and I don't even know what you are. What's your name, anyway? Grey Entity: I dunno, Weedman? And I told you, this place is tired. We've both been here for what, a few minutes, but it's already at a dead end. You wanna take the tab or what? D-9926: And… you think it'll break us out of here? Grey Entity: There's one way to find out. D-9926 stands silently, then sighs. D-9926: Might as well. Six seconds past the point of ingestion, the camera feed blacks out as D-9926 falls to the ground. Image found in camera's internal storage. Timestamp unknown. D-9926's head-mounted camera begins recording autonomously, its lens partially buried in soil or decaying plant matter. According to the camera's internal clock, nearly sixteen minutes have passed. D-9926 grunts, and picks up the camera, and holds it facing downward, lens still pointing at the ground. A rustling sound is heard as D-9926 presumably gets to his feet, and the point of view sways as he walks. D-9926 abruptly stops, and affixes his camera to his helmet, bringing into view the Grey Entity from earlier in the test, standing in a dimly lit forested space. The Grey Entity appears concerned. D-9926: Where'd you take me? Grey Entity: Where'd I— dude, what are— D-9926: You bastard, where'd you take me? Grey Entity: I-I didn't— I know as well as you where this place is. D-9926: No tricks. I might have passed out but we're definitely not where we started. The air's thick and it smells like— Grey Entity: I knew something was wrong. D-9926: You knew? Grey Entity: I— Buddy, I don't know where the hell I am any more than you do. Back where we were, it felt like something was leaking, or— or about to break, and I should have known that ending our scene up there would do something like this. When you went, I got dragged with. D-9926: You didn't wanna come here either, hm. How long was I out? Grey Entity: Out? D-9926: Like, unconscious. You got dragged here awake when your little 'episode' ended, I take it? Grey Entity: Wish I didn't. Felt like an elevator went out under me. D-9926: You've been in an elevator? Grey Entity: I— Nevermind, let's look around and see if we can't find out where we are. It smells horrible in here. D-9926: I mean, first rule of survival training, follow water to civilization. There isn't any water here, but— 00:24:01 D-9926 looks around, panning his camera. The surroundings are thickly forested with conifers and deciduous trees, the ground covered in rotting leaf matter and pine needles. The sky is a smokey orange-red, and provides very little light. The camera fixates on a distant luminescent object, seeming to be a window recessed into a concrete wall. D-9926: Well, no need for water when civilization's right there. Grey Entity: That's our best bet. Find someone to ask how we leave this place. Sky's a tell, too. Something's lighting it up in that direction. D-9926: Was gonna say, something seems off about the sky. Hopefully it's some kind of city. D-9926 and the Grey Entity walk toward the distant building. Approaching it, it becomes clear that the structure is recessed into the ground, with only one window to a lit interior. Half-buried concrete stairs lead from under the groundcover to the building's roof. D-9926 breathes heavily, exhausted. D-9926: Either distance is weird or that was further than I thought. Grey Entity: Don't be a baby. And no, it's just hard to see in this dark. D-9926: Hard to walk, too. Something clingy all in between the dead leaves, I'd guess that's where the smell's coming from. Grey Entity: So, take the rooftop route or do we find a way in? The Grey Entity gestures at the concrete stairs. D-9926: You check the window, I'll use the higher vantage point. The Grey Entity walks out of shot as D-9926 begins climbing. Grey Entity: No, doesn't seem to be a way inside, and it doesn't look very safe in there either. I see needles I don't like the look of. D-9926: And y— Grey Entity: And I'm speaking from my own knowledge. Stay alert, let me follow and figure out the source of that song here. D-9926: That song? The camera's microphone picks up a faint ambient music, getting louder as the pair near the building's roof. D-9926: Don't like the sound of that. Grey Entity: Me either, but it sounds like it's coming from up ahead. I'd rather keep going than rot back in those woods. 00:39:04 The pair begin to walk forward along the building's roof, which continues indefinitely past the small area that is visible. Deviating slightly from the direction of the red-glowing portion of sky, D-9926 and the Grey Entity approach a distant string of lights suspended high aboveground. After six minutes of walking without communication, the ground becomes visible; an expanse of painted, poured tarmac running alongside a shrub-filled landscape. The string of suspended lights is now visible as a series of sodium streetlamps spaced above a low-hanging powerline. D-9926: Parking lot, huh. D-9926 stumbles as the asphalt begins sloping slightly downhill. The Grey Entity turns, looking toward him. D-9926: Dammit. Almost lost my footing there. Weedman? Grey Entity: Yeah? D-9926: God, I need to find you another name. Was gonna say, the music hasn't stopped. The pair continue walking. D-9926: Smell hasn't either. You said a city's off in this direction? Grey Entity: Nah, I think it was you who said that. Good observation, though. The frequency of streetlamps increases, and small, unknown structures of steel pipe are intermittently visible. The pair's footsteps crunch. D-9926: This is longer than any real parking lot has a right to be. I'm starting to doubt that's a real city down there. Grey Entity: I mean, looks a lot more built up where we're going. Over there's desert. D-9926: And what tells you this place makes any sense to begin with? Vomit on the asphalt, and it feels like the air's pushing my brain in. What's to say cities work like normal in here? Grey Entity: I don't know. Don't know how your world's put together. It just feels like we're goin' somewhere. Not much space for this place to do otherwise. D-9926: You gotta give me more than that, dude. How my world fits together? Far as I know, you're not from this place either, and I'm finding it harder to— I'm finding it kinda sketchy to trust you when you say this stuff with— with no real proof to it. Grey Entity: I'm from… I'm from places like this. As much as I'm someone at all. Problem is your world tends to fit together nice and neat, and mine just— doesn't. Where you're from, you can be told that things make sense and trust that. Or— D-9926: No. No, not for a while. D-9926 sighs. Grey Entity: That's so? No story's without plot holes, is it. I'm holding out hope that I can get my head around this, somehow. D-9926: How? How does any of this make sense? Grey Entity: You just learn to get a sense for things no matter what, dude. You learn to follow your gut. If it feels right, it's usually worth looking into, but I see no reason why bumming off into the bush is gonna solve our problems in a place this single-track. The pair's footsteps stop, D-9926 glances upward from the stain-covered ground to the reddish area of sky in the distance. D-9926: You talk about this place like it has a consciousness. Is this the weed thing you have going on, or— Grey Entity: Weed thing was barely a thing anyway. And from what I'm guessing, a consciousness is inherent to this place. I'd hesitate to say it's got feelings and goals, but you see a running theme here, right? D-9926: A running theme? You can point anything out in particular? Grey Entity stops once again, eyes fixated on the horizon. Grey Entity: City lights! At least I think? Something's glowing down there. D-9926: City lights? I don't— Grey Entity: Look there, in the distance. Way past where the streetlights end. D-9926 changes position, putting a hand to his cheek to stabilize his view. Mostly unobstructed, the power line and streetlights end a few hundred meters ahead. Behind that is a broad unlit expanse still sloping downward, dotted by small reddish twinkling lights in the far distance. D-9926: In the middle of nowhere, it looks like. Doesn't entering an empty expanse of nothing go against your whole… thing? Grey Entity: But it's not empty. The streetlights end but the street doesn't. And if I'm right, there should be a convenient vehicle right about— The Grey Entity turns back and to the right. Grey Entity: There we go. D-9926's camera focuses on a beige sedan parked askew on one of the parking spaces nearby, resembling but not identical to a Honda Civic from the mid-2010s. Light does not penetrate its windows, and its rear license plate is blurry and indistinct. Grey Entity: Wherever we went when you passed out, it's nearby. Things seem to work like I'm used to, even if they're much more uncomfortable to be in. You stand there, and I'll look and see if I can find a way in. As the Grey Entity walks to the driverside door, D-9926 fixates on the car's license plate. Numbers occasionally appear on its surface, as well as black printed glyphs only resembling the Arabic numeral system superficially. D-9926: You got it? Grey Entity: I think I've got it. It's harder than I'm used to, but somewhere in my head I've got knowledge on picking a car door lock with a piece of wire. I've always wanted to try this out. The Grey Entity curses softly, manipulating the lock with a series of sharp movements. His face and arms are partially obscured by the car's body and hood. Grey Entity: I got in. And I think the lightswitch is… He leans his upper body in through the open car door, becoming obscured from the camera's view. For fifteen seconds, the Grey Entity leans forward, unmoving. D-9926 does not move from his place. The Grey Entity can be heard muttering to himself, before rapidly pulling out of the car. He slams the car's door. Grey Entity: It's all just white. D-9926: What? Grey Entity: It's all just white in there. All the way down. D-9926: So we're not— Grey Entity: Of course we're not driving. D-9926: This can't be right, it's such a long— Grey Entity: We'll walk. We'll walk and figure out what the hell's going on. I need some time to think. 1:19:23 After roughly thirty minutes of walking, the lights in the distance become near enough to illuminate parts of the surroundings. This, combined with the reflection of light off clouds in the distance, makes visible several concrete building edifices to either end of the primary roadway. D-9926: C'mon, Weedman— Grey Entity: I can't keep up with you. I told you I can't keep up with you. D-9926: You gotta stop— You gotta stop picking crap off the ground and staring at it. You tryna find a body? Grey Entity: That's— You know that's not funny. Look, we passed a clump of buildings back there. We're further than I thought. D-9926: D'be even further if— Holy hell, actual buildings. How'd I not notice these? Grey Entity: They're backlit. Concrete building rise up on either side of the pair, and the main road is strewn with rubble and litter. Behind an empty window, an indistinct shape expands, although neither party seems to react. D-9926: Yeah, I can see 'em blocking the light. They look empty, though. Grey Entity: Hey, empty is something. Shelter is shelter, anyhow. D-9926: Weedman, it's hot as— Grey Entity: And if we're stuck here for the long haul I'd rather have a place to sleep. D-9926: You need sleep? Grey Entity: Yes, I do, and if we're really stuck together I'd rather you don't call me Weedman. D-9926: Alright. Grey Entity: I gave you that name up there because I had barely anything to work with. This— This place is— Not that, but I'm not supposed to be here at all, if the scenery's anything to go off of. D-9926: So what am I calling you? Grey Entity: The name I use between jobs. Grey. D-9926 nods, and falls silent. A cluster of shadowed objects hangs affixed to a nearby wall, only protruding segments of which catch the light. On the upper corner of a different building, a figure moves behind cover. D-9926's vision, however, is trained forward, fixed on the Grey Entity's back. D-9926: Hey Grey? Grey Entity: Yes? D-9926: We're coming here to look for people, right? Grey Entity: Yeah. D-9926: And the best way to ask about a way out is to find civilization? Grey Entity: Uh huh. D-9926: And that's why we're walking through a city right now. Grey Entity: Yep. D-9926: Have you considered that we've apparently just reached our destination and the whole place is entirely goddamn empty? D-9926: We've spent an hour walking down a broken street in hot, stagnant air that smells like barf down toward a city we just assume contains answers to our problems, in a nightmare realm inside an acid trip inside a kids' PSA about drugs. I don't know if there's a lesson I'm supposed to be learning but you're oh-so-sure despite your ignorance that there's a reason why we're down here. Why do you seem all weirdly cheery about this? Shuffling sounds are picked up from one of the nearby buildings, followed by that of something soft and fabric-like falling to the ground. Grey Entity: Have you considered that this story isn't made for us? D-9926: What do you mean? Grey Entity: What— What do you think happens when you find your portal out of this place? What do you think happens to me? You think I'll become human and go back to some farmhouse in Kansas? Or am I about to be whisked off to yet another nightmare, deposited in a dilapidated room wearing a marijuana suit? D-9926: You weren't there on purpose. Grey Entity: So can you blame me? Can you blame me, after dozens upon dozens of half-baked dreams where my role is stuck and unchanging, after enough hasty, half-baked dreams to fill up a shelf, I might be excited at something that doesn't need me in it? A place I can just explore? The pair's walking slows as D-9926 kicks aside a length of rusty metal, sending it rolling into a pile of wet cardboard by the road's edge. D-9926: Back at the forest. You weren't just talking about leaving this one place, were you, Grey? The Grey Entity nods. Grey Entity: This place is, admittedly, really unpleasant. Stinks, and it's really not my aesthetic. You have to understand though, breaking through to a dark place like this, even if it sucks, it's still breaking through. Laying by the side of the road, on top of a rusty metal wheelbarrow, is a human cadaver lit partially by red light from the distance. It is Caucasian, with a ripped white T-shirt and thinning black hair, and a rough, long rupture runs down its sternum, revealing a hollow interior. Although it keeps a humanlike shape, the cadaver's face is limp, eyes and mouth opening to an empty cavity without the support of a skull. D-9926 and the Grey Entity stop for a moment, viewing at it from a distance. D-9926: Now that's a bad sign right there. Still keen on exploring? The Grey Entity sighs. Grey Entity: Don't tell me you haven't seen worse. D-9926: Don't tell me I— Grey Entity: You wanna walk away? You can, you know. I know you've seen horrors like this and had no choice where to walk to. D-9926 stares into the distance. D-9926: How do you know all this? Was this some kind of trick all along? Grey Entity: Come on. Let's keep going. And it's not a trick, not at all. Judging from these gross coveralls you're wearing, those boots, the state of your hair? I've met your kind, or people I've talked to have. You didn't wanna come here either, did you? D-9926 shakes his head. Grey Entity: If I'm right, you're stuck in some dingy room underground, carted off to horror after horror because all the people in charge care about is collecting as much information as they can. You have no choice, not really, and usually you're told how to stand, how to look, where to go. But they didn't send you here on purpose either. D-9926: They… Not this place in particular. Grey Entity: And now that you can speak freely, walk freely, explore? Less buildings obstruct the red light in the distance, revealing a distant sheet of glowing crimson. In the foreground, the enhanced light reveals what previously seemed to be strewn-about lumps, as hollowed-out cadavers similar to the one seen earlier. Each corpse is identical in clothing and physical features, with variations in how they have ruptured. A wide face, colored solid orange and shaped different from the rest, is seen peeking out from among them. Grey Entity: We're in a dark place. The only good I can say is that it isn't our darkness. We can walk away from here, if you really want to. I can't guarantee where you'll go, or if you'll even like it, but you could just walk into the darkness and leave this place be. Eventually, you'll emerge somewhere else, free from being a prop in whatever story they're telling. D-9926: I— I can't say one way or another, but I might, Grey. I don't want to end up as part of the scenery. Grey Entity: Yeah? The pair turns to the left, off the road and into an alley between unlit buildings. A figure scampers on the roofs. Grey Entity: Then let's get walking. I think taking that tab I gave you back there broke the cycle for both of us. That place was tired, and I was too. I'd like to control what story I— From the overhanging roof on the right side of the alley, a large rectangular object is tipped from the edge in the periphery of the camera's vision. The object, now visible as a large sheetmetal shelving unit, drops thirty-five feet until it impacts, edge first, the nape of the Grey Entity's neck. After striking, it continues to fall, ripping a path down the center of his spine before exiting between his legs. The Grey Entity is peeled into two rough pieces on the ground, connected by head, ribs, and abdominal skeletal muscle, while a rapid wheezing sound is heard from the building up above. D-9926 faces the body, turns in the opposite direction, and runs. 1:36:58 D-9926 rapidly turns 180 degrees and runs, turning into a narrow space between buildings. He peers upward to see the orange figure standing on the eaves, wielding a thick lead pipe like a spear to be thrown directly downward. In retaliation, D-9926 tosses a scrap of metal in the figure's direction and misses wildly, but both figure and pipe disappear. Exiting the narrow space, D-9926 begins to turn left, then reverses direction after a blurred orange shape is briefly visible. The street, although facing away from the flickering wall of light, slopes downward at a steep angle, and D-9926 stumbles onto his knees multiple times as he runs. Again, a fast, high pitched breathing becomes audible, although D-9926 does not look backward. D-9926 slows as a dark mass obstructs the alley, a cluster of identical hollowed-out bodies stitched together from mouth to mouth and between blown-open torsos. Air is forced out through and between them, causing lips and skin to billow. D-9926 takes a breath, then gags, coughing. Looking in the other direction, the orange entity is seen approaching, and although its chest does not move, the sound of breathing speeds up. A high-pitched noise of rushing air overwhelms the microphone, and D-9926 lunges into the mass of bodies to escape, swimming between them and tearing thread that connects them together. Ripping through a last layer of hollowed out bodies, D-9926 collapses to his hands and knees on the pavement. He inspects his palms, which are cut, although bleeding a viscous brown fluid in place of blood. He stands up for a moment, walks further into the street, and then vomits. Although large volumes appear to splash against the ground, the process is silent. D-9926 turns to the left, entering an empty industrial park littered with corpses. He runs, looking over his shoulder repeatedly, before a ripping sound is heard. D-9926 falls to the ground, and the camera turns toward his leg, caught on a tangle of barbed wire protruding from the mouth of a nearby cadaver. He rips it free, grunting loudly, and continues running, leaving a trail behind him as that same brown fluid exudes from the wound. He enters a building's open garage and closes a door behind himself before slowing down. The room D-9926 finds himself in is clean, lit by dim fluorescent lights. It is roughly ten meters in width and many times longer, lined with two rows of wide computer monitors at open-plan desks, facing inward. The images shown on the screens consist of various frames of an unknown 3D animation, rendered in a format resembling the Presto software interface. The computers go dark as D-9926 passes, or switch to show unrelated images. The screen in focus depicts the corpse of a domestic Golden Retriever lying within a wrecked camper van, surrounded by cheering humans. On the next, a severed human arm lies on a tile floor, appearing to be fused by a protruding ulna to a handheld chalkboard. Other screens depict a twin-size bed stained with urine, a mixture of blue paint and human blood, and a crack in concrete which is seeping with water. D-9926's own breathing intensifies, exiting the room at a run as the lights shut off behind him. He passes though a hallway lined with shelves stacked with boxes, opening up into a warehouse of unknown dimensions containing the same shelves repeated as far as the camera can see in either direction. For sixteen minutes, D-9926 runs along a concrete floor, before coming to a stop, exhausted, at the warehouse's far wall. A door is inset into the concrete wall, which D-9926 opens, collapsing on his hands and knees on the other end. The room behind the wooden door is small and charred, with detritus littering the floor. It is a bedroom, furnished with a small bed and nightstand at one end, bearing an exposed lightbulb on a plastic base. Opposite the bed, in front of D-9926's location, is a large CRT television, partially obscuring a half-burned teddy bear on a chest. The room is dominated by a circular rug covered in burn marks, and an oversized security camera looks in from the corner. The door shuts. D-9926 begins to cry. His sobs grows in intensity, punctuated by coughing due to the ash-filled air. D-9926 stands up, pacing around the room, before the CRT television switches on, showing what seems to be a security feed in a different room. The room in the feed is white, unfurnished, with white painted brick walls and concrete flooring. A small section of the floor onscreen is obscured, blocked by a patch of pixels fluctuating black and brown. The television plays the sound of footsteps on a hard surface, nearing the room as a door creaks open. Simultaneously, the door to the room he is in opens as well. D-9926 screams, picks up a book, and smashes the CRT television from across the room. The screen shatters, and D-9926's camera feed goes dark. 2:13:84:629:52990 The video resumes, with small amounts of corruption present in its file. As the television implodes, cracks begin to spread from the room's ceiling, encompassing the entire room in less than a second. The fragments begin to rain down, obscuring all vision. D-9926 steps forward when visual clarity is restored, and looks ahead. A long iron fence is visible, stretching from horizon to horizon, beyond which is a sheet of red mist extending hundreds of meters into the air and moving violently, like flame. D-9926 backs up and looks over his shoulder, to a steep upward slope of rocky ground. D-9926 turns back and flinches. Before the fence stands the red-faced figure that had been pursuing him, who now stands motionless on a flat section of ground. D-9926: What do you— The figure walks toward D-9926, driving him to stumble and fall backward, before stepping carefully over his feet. D-9926 takes a deep breath, and shouts. D-9926: WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT WITH ME? The figure pauses for a moment and cocks its head quizzically, momentarily frowning. It looks at D-9926, and plunges its fingerless hand into its side. It winces, then pulls out a cordless power drill, fused partially into its left arm. D-9926 screams and chokes. The figure switches on the power drill, and leans forward. One elbow covers his mouth and face, while the other arm holds the drillbit at the center of his forehead. A grinding sound is heard. At the sound of a distant shout, the drilling ceases, the figure turning its head toward the source. The shout repeats. Unknown Voice: Sawyer! The figure appears puzzled, and switches the drill back on, turning toward the camera once again. Unknown Voice: Sawyer, it's Box! The drill cuts out. Unknown Voice: I'm back! Leave the man alone! D-9926, now free to breathe, lets out a short sob and takes a deep breath. He raises one trembling hand to his forehead, which comes away stained with a small spot of blood. He exhales, shuddering, and pushes himself to his feet. D-9926 turns toward the source of the voice identifying itself as Box, revealing the pale-skinned, child sized humanoid from the Teacher's Pet test, wearing untied sneakers, a T-shirt and ripped shorts. They stand nearby, pointing a finger at the red-faced figure. Box speaks, and its voice resembles that of SCP-6080, as in the past, but slightly older, lower. Box: I didn't know this place existed. The figure, referred to as Sawyer, walks back to the gate as the wall of red mist flares with a burst of sound. It lets a boxcutter knife fall into its hand. Box: This has been down here all this time, hasn't it? Sawyer doesn't move. Box: You've been here all this time. What did I do to you? Sawyer advances, brandishing the knife. It plunges its knife into the wall of mist behind itself. The knife comes back out red hot. Box backs up, and intermittent streams of semisolid pulp begin to pour from behind the lengths of fence. Box: (quietly) What did I do to you? Box shrieks as a rusty mass of barbed wire is thrown in their direction. They jump out of the way, landing on their knees on rough stone. They push themself to their feet, panting. Box closes their eyes and concentrates, and lines appear in the air, sketching out a rickety wooden structure beneath their feet. As it grows more and more defined, Box is pushed by the structure further into the air. Sawyer stands at the base of it, looking up. Box: Why am I even here? Box pauses to catch their breath. Box: What am I even doing in this place? Box: This place that I'm guessing I made? The wood structure creaks, although there is no wind. Box: How long were you in here? Box: Stewing like this? Box: Since I— Since you— Box gulps. Box: Were you going to kill him? Sawyer's torso elongates. He grips his hands around the base of the wooden structure, as his arms elongate too. Box: (quietly) Why? Sawyer tosses the knife to the side as he continues to stretch, winding around wooden beams and over lengths of crumpled paper. Box: I followed him, you know? Box: Sent in a friend of mine too. Who you killed. For no reason. Box begins to sob. Box: And now you're angry, huh. Forever. They take a deep breath as a fist, one meter wide and wrapped in a red boxing glove, materializes from drawn lines in the air. It comes down, smashing the structure beneath it as Box leaps backward to come down hard on the ground. Sawyer retracts to his original shape, staggering backward, before striking at Box in a feint. Box moves, but he changes direction. Sawyer lunges forward, and grabs Box with both hands around the leg. They scream and gesture wildly with one hand as an overlarge white glove materializes behind them, matching their movements. Sawyer is slapped off and away, skidding and coming to a halt. Box: Is it because of what you're stuck here with? Box gets to their feet and steps to the side. Box: I've lived with that too. Box: I've been stuck with that for six FRIGGING years now at this point. Not understanding. Not knowing what to do with myself. Box: And it hurts. And I know I'm— I'm not the one who was filled full of— of fire and rage and ideas that make people shiver, but I'm older now. Box: I'm growing up. I'm forced to. I'm stuck in a room with my— With my thoughts and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM! I'm sorry but I don't know what else I can do. Sawyer vomits on the ground, standing still, for thirteen seconds. He looks up, and begins to walk slowly forward as the pool spreads. Box: Listen, please. Red hands punch up out of the pool of vomit, which has now surrounded Box. They grope around blindly, long fingers finding purchase on their untied shoes. Box: Do you even remember? Do you remember that morning? You wanted a show, you didn't even know the name, and you cut me and you— An oversized sword materializes from black lines in Box's hand. They swipe it, dismembering some of the hands, before throwing it into the pool. Box: Do you even remember? Box: Because I do. I sure as hell do. Box steps forward. Box: TALK TO ME! A winding hose appears, letting out a concentrated stream of water, washing the vomit away before hitting Sawyer in the chest. Box holds their hands to their stomach, gasping with exertion. Blue tears run down their face. Box winces, and the camera's field of view fuzzes momentarily. Box: Anything? We also watched— SpongeBob was on and you were doing your work and I was on the couch and— In the house with you! Do you remember? When I could still leave the room and I'd feel the sun through the windows and you'd leave me in the light when you drove and the sound of the car made me wanna puke when you drove in. I tried to talk with you and you didn't wanna hear it but I tried! Sawyer looks forward, unblinking. Box: I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry I exploded but inside me was this swirling whirling feeling all boxed up inside that tiny painted basement and it was building up till you reached in and— Box falls to their knees. Box: And you got it. Box: You reached inside and got what you were looking for. Box: It all came out all sharp and hurting and your eyes went first and then your nose and ears and bits were coming out your mouth. It caught your brain and all that's left was— Box falls silent. Sawyer stands in place, hunched over, not moving. Box: What are you? Sawyer's breathing becomes audible, and picks up in volume until it overwhelms the camera's audio. It crouches, pauses, and beats its arms into the ground, repeating with heavier and heavier blows until an arm breaks in two. The other arm quickly follows, leaving two splintered spikes of bone protruding from each elbow. Sawyer picks itself off the floor, appearing dazed, before snapping his neck back and charging Box from across the field of stone. A crude wooden figure with a tennis ball for a head and red yarn hair appears in Sawyer's path, bowling him over. Sawyer slashes an arm to the side, puncturing the tennis ball's face and continues to run. A wooden dog that appeared with the first figure chases him until he runs into a large-eyed pink and blue snail. He pries it off the ground, and finds his arm bone caked with slime, allowing Box to ride past on a felt ox with car blinkers for eyes. Box points at Sawyer, shouting something unintelligible. Sawyer sweeps at Box, pointed arm bone tearing at their stomach, before being caught across the neck by a length of blue string bent into the shape of a human face. Box clutches their stomach, pained, and points to the sky, from which a wide-grinning poorly drawn rectangle falls, crushing Sawyer's lower back and legs. Box: You're not really him, are you? Box winces. Their shirt, now more visible in this lighting, is stained with purple and red. Box: When it happened, he was all hollowed out, nothing at all was left behind. So what are you? Box gestures beside themself, and a bronze cartoon desk lamp appears, with eyes on the lamp shade and the lightbulb's aperture for a nose. The desk lamp swivels to point at Box, who nods silently, before turning to shine on Sawyer. Box: Based on how you treated that man over there— my friend over there, I guess, I think I know. Box: Brighter, Lampy. Sawyer's body begins to let off steam. Box: You are this place, aren't you? The Foundation holding cell. The white brick room. The sky flashes grey. Box: That morning, I was cornered. I think part of me still is. Sawyer's body begins to sag, craters and depressions forming in his skin. His mouth and eyes distort in shape. Box: Thank you, newcomer, even if it was on accident, for letting me in. Thank you, shape of Jacob Sawyer, for staying put here 'till I could come. The entity referred to as Sawyer flattens out, sagging as if nothing's supporting it from within. The eyes and mouth flare, letting out something of gaseous composition. Its color is unknown; camera artefacts cluster where it is, obscuring it from view. It escapes, filling the feed with artefacts as it rises, in a spiral fashion, into the sky. The wrinkled, empty skin of Jacob Sawyer lays in place on the ground. The camera pivots downward and then shakes as D-9926, watching from nearby, removes it from his headset. D-9926 sighs heavily. He points at the grinning rectangular drawing. D-9926: That killed it, huh? Box: Something like that, maybe. D-9926: So it's you, the kid in the box? You come and save me? Box: Don't think I saved anything, really. I kinda maybe lost something, though. D-9926: I— I can't believe I'm saying this, but kid, me too. D-9926 hesitates, kicking his boot in the dirt. The camera swings. D-9926: Why me? Why'd you go to all that trouble to save me? Box: You— You came from somewhere you were all stuck, and you got to a place where you could just start walking, and you did. What's your name, by the way? D-9926: Stewart. Stewart Lowe. Box: I'm Box. I like your name. Want a new one? D-9926: Thanks— hey, what? Box: I think I wanna rest for a while, but we need to get out of this place. You like walking, right? D-9926: What? Box: Or running, or flying? You like seeing things without people telling you what to see? D-9926: I— I don't know what I want to do, besides— Box: You can come with me, if you want. You don't wanna go back to where you were before. D-9926: I did say I wanted to find people, didn't I. Box: That's what I mean, Mr. Stewart. There's people here, just not in this direction. You can talk with them, play with them, you— you don't have to be you anymore. D-9926: Now doesn't that sound like something. Box points to a patch of dark sky in the distance. Box: Probably somewhere in that direction. I need to get out of here too. Put that camera down, I don't think we need it. The camera is placed on the ground. D-9926 and Box are seen in the center-right of frame. Box: I can still send you back, if you want. Sure you wanna go? D-9926 nods. Final frame, timestamp unknown. Box: Then follow me. And tell me about your time living in the Foundation. And carry me on all the uphill parts. D-9926 says something inaudible and Box laughs. The pair begin to walk out of frame, occasionally stumbling and adjusting direction. Their voices are drowned out as a breeze begins to blow, lifting strands of Box's hair. The feed flickers, and cuts out. Footnotes 1. On rare occasions, SCP-6080-1 collections have contained existing anomalous media, such as SCP-993, SCP-4228, and SCP-2835. Notably, any adverse anomalous effects that the media would normally have on the viewer are nonexistent when viewed as a -1 instance. 2. SCP-6080-1 collections have also been known to contain media which has never been given a home video release. The covers of these instances are illustrated crudely in black pen ink, giving off the vague appearance of a hypothetical home video release cover. 3. The longest time before a Rerun Event being 3 weeks. 4. 5. 6. Level 3 clearance, specialist in visual anart and animation based anomalies. 7. Summary: Rudy discovers the magical world of Chalkzone while in detention, a place where all his erased chalk drawing go. Episode was one of the first ever chosen during the beginning of Rerun Event research. 8. Notably, these items were not included within the toy box during this test, seemingly manifested during the Rerun Event. 9. Summary: After a nightmare, Chuckie begins to have trouble differentiating his dreams from reality. Episode was chosen to see how Rerun Events interact with plots centered around dreams. 10. Macropsia is a neurological condition affecting human visual perception, in which objects within an affected section of the visual field appear larger than normal, causing the person to feel smaller than they actually are. 11. A direct quote from the episode. 12. Summary: The titular character Caillou becomes frustrated when he discovers the circus he was preparing to go to isn’t until tomorrow. Episode was chosen due to its infamous nature. 13. Summary: Russell discovers a secret passageway underneath his bed that leads him to another dimension called Under, wherein he battles the villain Bob Wire for the crown, becoming the new King of Under. Episode was chosen to see how a Rerun Event is affected by the obscurity of its own media. 14. Inspection underneath the bed after the event revealed them to be missing. 15. Chosen to see how a Rerun Event interacts with a full-length movie. 16. Of note is that Spot Helperman, one of the main figures in the film, is absent. 17. (Remember to write something here, Rowan.) Six hours after the initiation of Notable Rerun Event No. 6, the cameras in SCP-6080's containment chamber briefly failed. When all cameras come back online, SCP-6080 is absent from the chamber, which contains instead a yellow sticky note and single DVD. The video contained on the disc is slightly digitally corrupted, of low visual quality, and appears to be made using Windows Movie Maker. An amendment to containment procedures and object class following this disappearance is currently in progress. The contents of the disc are written below: [BEGIN VIDEO LOG] White text fades in on a default blue background, reading "A MESSAGE TO THE FOUNDATION". Somebody, presumably Box, is heard opening their mouth. Silence for several seconds. Box: I hope you're proud of me. I've done well, I think, given all of that. I like to think so, at least. Box sighs. Something is audible scraping against soft sand or soil. Box: But yeah, Foundation, I'm glad you at least, like, tried. Better than I could say for Jacob, at least. I was a Euclid, whatever that meant. Hopefully something nice. Box pauses. Box: But it was four years, wasn't it. A sound of affirmation is made in another voice. Box: And I'm at my, he says I'm at my most dynamic part of my life. Unknown Voice: I do. Box: So things change, I guess. I change. 00:01:03 The scene changes to a view of an alien vista outside a window. Coral-like flora sway in the wind through a dense yellow fog. Box: You were scared of me. I— I got used to that, and I kinda understand. Box breathes deeply. Box: What I didn't get, was that I think he was scared of me too. Even before— Even before I did that. Maybe he was right to. Unknown Voice: I think he was scared for himself, not of you. It's different. Box: When you like cartoons… Unknown Voice: I don't know if "like" is the right word. Box: When you— When you collect them, It's scary to know where they come from. Unknown Voice: You? Box: No- Yeah, I dunno— They come from boxes. Hundreds of them, and they just keep coming because people need them, and— Unknown Voice: He'd have rather thought they were made for him all along? Box sighs. Box: Yeah, I guess. I was a kid, Unknown Voice: You're still a— Box: I know. So when you guys picked me up, I would've gone anywhere, with anyone, and I think you knew that. There is a pause, and the sound of wind. Box: So you made a box for me. It was a nice one, it had a nice TV, but your guys were… Unknown Voice: Uncomfortable? Box: Uncomfortable, yeah. Sorry Rowan. One of your guys used me to escape. He's okay, by the way— A cel-shaded chameleon-like creature in a torn D-class uniform is depicted hanging by his tail in front of a vibrant rainforest background, waving one claw at the viewer and smiling. Box: —but you were all stuck in your own little boxes, I think. Box: So I had to— Unknown Voice: I had to— Silence. Box: I had to go. The scene changes to that of a playground at night; Box sits in the form of a young bandaged human on a chair in the middle distance. The camera is being held by an unseen person, and the frame periodically moves as this person shifts their grip. Box: So now we're here. Box: The Nemo— um— Unknown Voice: Somewhere on the Mnemosyne Expanse. On the way home. Box: Thanks. Box: So Foundation, I know you wanna look for me. Don't bother. I'm safe and in- in trusted hands. I'm growing out of my body in a few years anyway. Then I won't be a kid anymore. Unknown Voice: But you are now. Let's enjoy that. 00:03:44 Box: A playground! In the Mnemosyne! I didn't have that! Unknown Voice: No, you didn't. Box: So I can't grow up just yet. A part of me will never grow up, I think, after what- what happened. Unknown Voice: Growing up, yeah? I should know. You've done a lot of that back there, I think, more than anyone your age should. Box: It isn't fair. There is a prolonged silence. They sigh, and pick up a stick, drawing shapes in the sand. Box: But I'm glad I found that place. It's still there, too. I don't know if it'll ever really go away. There is a sound of acknowledgement. Box: But I found it. Before now it was just there, hiding. Box gets up and walks around the playground. The camera moves to track them. Box: Can I still be a kid if I have that inside me? Unknown Voice: You can. Box: And can I grow up if I wasn't much of a kid? Unknown Voice: I can make sure of it. Box: So can I stick here for a bit and play a little on the swings? Unknown Voice: Um, yeah, of course. Box: And you push me? Unknown Voice: Um— Yes. Box jumps up onto one of the swings, and kicks off the ground to begin moving. Box beckons. Box: So come on then, there's so much we need to catch up on! 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Item #: SCP-6081 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are to retrieve samples of prunus serrulata1 from various locations across the Northern hemisphere (specifically China, Russia, the Korean Peninsula, and Japan) to screen for memetic tampering. During the months of March and April (when prunus speciosa2 blooms and sheds its petals), surveillance is to be heightened at popular cherry blossom viewing spots throughout Japan under the pretense of heightened social-distancing measures. Foundation personnel are to monitor checkpoints leading to cherry blossom groves, manage crowd sizes and administer Class-C late-acting 'amnestickers' to the skin. In concordance with the national government, the country of Japan has been temporarily sealed off from the rest of the world. Until a more permanent solution to SCP-6081 instances is discovered, Site-8 personnel shall adhere to current lockdown and safe distancing procedures, citing SCP-6081 sites as potential hotspots for the ongoing pandemic. Description: SCP-6081 is a memory-altering event that occurs after the viewing of a cherry blossom shower. The strength of the anomalous effect corresponds to the duration spent in the presence of the visual phenomena (which must be triggered in physical and real-time proximity) and how long the subject remains untreated thereafter. Subjects who are interviewed up to 12 hours after exposure report headaches, nausea, and symptoms akin to early-onset dementia, including the ability to recall incidents that do not correspond with their personal histories. Interviewees frequently cite the visual phenomenon of cherry blossoms falling as 'hypnotising' and akin to 'watching their lives flash before their eyes.' Subjects detained after 24 hours have been discovered to have significant alterations to their hippocampus and temporal lobe structures, which are typically linked to memory and decision-making. Under daily MRI scans, the subject's brain continues to mutate for up to two weeks, in most cases barely resembling its original physiology and appearance, and in others, resulting in severe cerebral edema (due to their cranial structures remaining unchanged), and eventual death. Given the prevalence of hanami as a modern cultural phenomenon (as detailed by an extract from a national newspaper below), SCP-6081 has the potential to escalate into a AK-class 'Madness' societal-reorientation scenario should the nation of Japan reopen its borders to the rest of the world before effective containment is achieved. Each year, millions gather under cherry blossom trees (more commonly known as 'Sakura') to witness the dancing flower petals. This practice of flower-watching ('花見', or hanami) has been traced back to Japan's Edo period,3 where members of the royal family would sojourn to palace gardens to pursue spiritual awakening. The Nippon Times, 25 April 2020 Fig. 2: Former Prime Minister Shinzo Abe (center) at a cherry blossom viewing party. He resigned shortly after, citing health reasons. Discovery: On March 28th, 2020, following a company-wide retreat to Shinjuku Gyoen,4 all 98 employees of Taiyo Information Systems tendered their resignations the following day. The most common reasons cited to Human Resources (before they resigned themselves) were 'I want to spend more time with my family.', 'I want to reconnect with Mother Nature.' and 'I find using applications like Zoom and Teams too complicated.' A month later, Mr. ██████ Kato (male, 35 years old), was detained after plowing his pick-up truck into a crowd of shoppers at Akihabara, Tokyo. Eyewitness reports claimed he proceeded to exit his vehicle and assault at least six pedestrians with a katana, shouting, “Where am I?” and “Do you know who I am?!” His family members later claimed Kato had visited a cherry blossom grove two weeks prior to the incident. Further correlation between SCP-6081, the recent wave of workplace resignations (dubbed the 'Great Turnover Tsunami'), and the sudden spike in mental health cases, is still being investigated. Addendum-6081: Found Audio Logs Foreword: Based on Dr. ████████ Mata's endorsement, Junior Researcher ███ Kaiko has been assigned to SCP-6081 for principal investigation. The following audio logs document her findings as well as shed light on recent events that have occurred at Site-8. Note: All transcripts have been translated from her native Japanese. In cases where no direct translations could be found, a footnote has been appended for context. Date: 09/02/2021 Perhaps I've been working out there too long, but each time I return, I'm surprised by the level of bureaucracy still present in the Foundation. Even with multiple endorsements from Site-8's Security Council, the application process took a whole year, eight rounds of interviews and dozens of back-and-forth paper submissions. Physical, hardcopy pieces of paper, mind you! Who does that these days? Now, HR is complaining about little smudges on my application form and asking why my hanko stamp isn't perfectly aligned within the confines of the black box. Bah. I expected this from any mainland Japanese corporation, but not the Foundation. Date: 12/05/2021 I was surprised when Dr. Mata reached out personally to recruit me. Now, the first thing the Lead Researcher says when I step into his office is that there's a lot of work to be done now that hanami season has ended, but that I should take as much time as I need to settle in. I like him - he seems a lot more easygoing than some of the other people here. We're still picking up stragglers who have slipped through containment. I've been told this level of inefficiency is standard operating procedure for a place like Site-8. Even though we're the Foundation, we don't have the resources to follow up with every single person who quits their jobs or has a mental breakdown. The good news is that we have a whole year before the next season of hanami begins. I hope we find out what's going on before Japan reopens its borders again to gaijin.5 Date: 15/06/2021 A whole month later, we've managed to secure custody of Mr. ██████ Kato from the local police - he's the guy who drove his pick-up truck into a crowd of pedestrians at Akihabara. Dr. Mata asked me if I'd like to conduct the interview. "After you get to my advanced age," he said, "every interview sort of blends into another." He mentioned Kato might also respond better to a fresh face. I told him I wouldn't let him or the Foundation down. Transcript of Interview: Primary Interviewer: Dr. ███ Kaiko Interviewee: Mr. ██████ Kato Location: Site-8 [Dr. Kaiko enters the room. Kato immediately tries to get up but his hands and legs are bound to the chair.] Kato: How dare you chain me, peasant! Where is my blade? I shall wield it upon your neck6 the moment I'm free! [Dr. Kaiko sits down and opens a folder at the table.] Dr. Kaiko: Tell me, Mr. Kato. Do you know what a Toyota Dyna is? Kato: I do not. And that is not my name. Dr. Kaiko: It is the vehicle you used to kill four people and injure eight others, Mr. Kato. Kato: Stop calling me that. And I did not mean to kill those people. Dr. Kaiko: You mean the people you slashed with a katana after your vehicle came to a stop in the middle of a local FamilyMart? Kato: I was defending myself! Those shinobi were waiting in ambush for me! They threatened to end my life with those bright flashes and black rectangular bombs in the palms of their hands… Dr. Kaiko: Your file here says you were a maintenance worker, Mr. Kato. Were you not on your way to Akihabara to service pachinko machines? Kato: I do not understand what you mean. One moment, I was walking in the gardens in Kyoto, appreciating the sakura in the Spring. The next, I was trapped in some strange metallic box, moving forwards at great speed. Dr. Kaiko: Did you say sakura? [Kato furrows his brow.] Kato: Surely you still have sakura in this godforsaken place? [Dr. Kaiko remains silent, considering this.] Dr. Kaiko: What is your name, Mr. Kato? Kato: How dare you speak to me like this. I will not dignify a lowly burakumin7 with such an answer. Dr. Kaiko: I am no burakumin. Kato: Then why do you dress like one? [Kato points to Dr. Kaiko's white lab gown.] Dr. Kaiko: I am not a gravedigger, if that's what you mean. This is what we 'scientists' wear on a daily basis. Surely you have seen such garments before? [Kato looks confused.] Kato: I have not heard such a word before. 'Scientist'. Even the people here speak in an odd fashion. Dr. Kaiko: What year do you think it is, Mr. Kato? [Kato slams one of his fists on the table.] Kato: Enough of these foolish questions. I am Lord Naoyuki8 and under the authority of the Edo government, you will show me the proper respect befitting my station! End Transcript Date: 21/06/2021 We administered Class-C amnestics to Mr. Kato but despite daily dosage increases, his behaviour and mannerisms remain the same. I asked Dr. Mata if we could try facial recognition therapy on his memory, and he (reluctantly) filed a request with the Site-8 Security Council. A family visit was authorised at a remote, secure location, but Kato did not recognise his wife and three children. It looks like SCP-6081 may have been more prevalent in Japanese society than we’d previously thought, having appeared in numerous paintings, noh9 and poetry dating back to the 8th century. At this point, it's unclear how extensively SCP-6081 has perpetuated throughout the general population. When Kato was shown a painting (see Fig 3. below), he claimed to recognise the location; even said he knew the artist personally. He was able to recall specific details like the type of dress worn by the locals or the make-up of the time period's weaponry. Either Kato has a secret Ph.D. in Japanese History or he's genuinely more than two centuries old. Fig. 3: Cherry Blossom Viewing at Asuka Hill by Utagawa Hiroshige, early 19th century. When I presented my findings to Dr. Mata, he simply sat there and listened. At first, I thought he was going to reprimand me for overstepping my boundaries. But then, all he did was laugh, and said that Kato was "most certainly not a 19-century samurai lord," but a man whose mind had simply been lost in time. He told me to resume our interviews to gather more evidence, if I thought otherwise. Date: 01/08/2021 It's been more than four months since the first occurrences of SCP-6081 and yet, we are no closer to discovering the cause of these memory-altering effects. Worse still is Dr. Mata being found missing half the time, with his desk stacked with unread case files and reports. I'm beginning to suspect his vacation time is more important than his duties here at the Foundation. Kato, on the other hand, appears to be enjoying the process of containment. He seems genuinely fascinated by the Foundation's day-to-day operations, and has begun supplying more questions than answers during our weekly interviews. The other day, he asked if one of the stamps on his case file was from a hanko. Surprised, I said yes, and asked if he carried a stamp of his own. He gave me a bemused look in reply. "I guess some things never change," he said. Date: 11/09/2021 I've been promoted. To a slightly larger cubicle with a little nameplate, and all. After months of requests to the Security Council (on Dr. Mata's behalf, I might add), Kato has been granted Non-Essential Personnel status and allowed to roam the site under armed guard. He stops and stares at his surroundings every couple of seconds - I had to warn him the other day not to touch the water kettle. Yesterday, he saw a piece of paper being 'eaten' by a device before emerging on the other side. "What does this contraption do?" he'd asked. I told him it scans the words on a piece of paper and then sends them across the world to be read by another person. "Fascinating," Kato said, running a hand over our fax machine. Date: 09/11/2021 Reports continue to come in of individuals behaving abnormally in public. Last week, a man painted his face in white and black, dyed his hair red and then went on a stabbing spree on a train and setting fire to one of its carriages. Another employee was told he wasn't permitted to leave the office an hour early to take his son to his doctor's appointment. He attempted to do so anyways by leaping out of the third-story window. Despite the growing number of SCP-6081 incidents, Dr. Mata continues to brush them off as insignificant or unrelated. When I ask him for permission to conduct a follow-up experiment with Kato, this time in the presence of external and direct stimuli, instead, he turns the conversation to personal matters: "Are you married? Did you have kids, Kaiko-san?" he asks. When I say I do not, he asks if it's because I keep pets instead. I ask him how this information is relevant to our understanding of SCP-6081, to which he replies: "They matter more than you imagine. Memories are what ground us; they anchor us to a specific time and place." And then, the kicker: "The other Directors and I have wondered: why do you always appear so anxious about your future, Kaiko-san?" I tell him I joined the Foundation to make a difference. I tell him if we don't act now, more lives might be lost once Japan opens up to the world. I want to tell him it's none of his freakin' business, but I hold my tongue just in time. He listens to me like how my grandfather used to pretend to listen to me after several shots of sake, before ordering me to take a few days off to gather my thoughts. I swear, sometimes I question what I'm doing here. It feels like I could be back at my old job filling spreadsheets and typing reports, and it wouldn't be any different. Date: 23/12/2021 Kato appears to be settling in well. He's been moved to a Block D housing unit10 (after countless back-and-forth requests between Human Resources and Non-Human Resources). We still hold our weekly conversations, but even I get the sense of his curiosity waning. I've recorded last week's conversation below, for posterity's sake. This may be one of my final audio logs. At this point, I'm seriously considering going ahead with my plan. Whether it works or not… well, either way, I have a feeling Dr. Mata isn't going to like it. Transcript of Interview: Primary Interviewer: Dr. ███ Kaiko Interviewee: ██████ Kato Location: Site-8, Block D Housing Unit [Dr. Kaiko and Kato are seated in a small room furnished with two chairs, a coffee table and a television set.] Dr. Kaiko: And these are seaweed-flavoured potato chips. [Kato sits across the table with a confused expression.] Kato: Ugh. Why would anyone eat that? The next thing you'll tell me is you've added sugar to your green tea. [Dr. Kaiko bites her lip and looks away.] Dr. Kaiko: Have you been watching anything on your new TV set? I'm surprised you haven't had more questions about this revolutionary device of ours. Kato: What more is there to ask about? The other day, some random words appeared on the screen, in bright yellow… I think they said, 'Takeshi's Castle'. Dr. Kaiko: Ah. And what did you think of the show? Kato: I did not manage to follow what was going on. There were people in one corner of the box laughing and shouting at other people running and shouting in the center of the box. [Kato frowns.] Kato: Is that what people here do all day? Sit in front of a box and stare at other people within it? Dr. Kaiko: [laughs] Yes, Naoyuki-sama. That's pretty much all we do. Kato: That is a most perplexing existence. Dr. Kaiko: Naoyuki-sama, you've cooperated with the Foundation thus far. You've told us about your experience with hanami and what happened on the day of the incident. May I ask you what your life was like before that? Kato: I was a student of literature, art, and military tactics, and had been recently appointed by Tokugawa-sama himself as Magistrate of Kyoto. I would spend my mornings sipping ocha amongst the bamboo trees of Arashiyama before returning to my office to administer to the people. Dr. Kaiko: Do you ever… miss your old life? [Kato sighs, taking a moment before responding.] Kato: Mono no aware.11 As fascinating as this world has been, I cannot imagine living like this for the rest of my life. I miss the laughter of my wife and newborn son, the smell of pine after a passing monsoon, and of course, the sight of sakura on the breeze. You have treated me well, Kaiko-san, granted me food, shelter, and meaningful conversation. But a bigger box is still a cage, no? Dr. Kaiko: I am sorry you feel this way. Kato: And what about you, Kaiko-san? Have you not considered your own future? Dr. Kaiko: I have. [pause] I thought that joining the Foundation would be a different experience, that things would be better ever since I got my promotion and new responsibilities. Instead… I still feel… Kato: Incomplete. [Dr. Kaiko nods.] Dr. Kaiko: Honestly, the highlight so far has been our weekly conversations. You've given me much to think about these past few months, sensei. [Both Dr. Kaiko and Kato rise and bow to each other.] Kato: I am glad. Everything blooms in its own time. May the blossoms forever grace your path, Kaiko-san. End Transcript Afterword: Three months later, body-cam footage from MTF personnel captured Dr. Kaiko and Kato making their way through the streets of Tokyo. Dr. Kaiko was observed using her security clearance to escort Kato through each roadblock, citing approval to conduct an experiment at a nearby cherry blossom grove. Neither individual had been authorised to leave Site-8. After Lead Researcher Dr. Mata was notified, it took six hours before detention orders could be approved (see below): Proposed: Incident Site is to be destroyed via incendiary weapons, regardless of subject's compliance or exposure to SCP-6081. Party Designation Aye Nay Futatabi Site Director x Satō Head of Operations x Kurikaesu Head of Internal Security x Tanaka MTF Commander x Mata Lead Researcher x Command Response: Rejected (1-4) Proposed: Immediate detention of Dr. Kaiko and Kato. MTF personnel are to commence incursion into Incident Site. Use of deadly force is authorised if subjects do not comply or respond with hostility. Party Designation Aye Nay Futatabi Site Director x Satō Head of Operations x Kurikaesu Head of Internal Security x Tanaka MTF Commander x Mata Lead Researcher x Command Response: Rejected (2-3) Proposed: Immediate detention of Dr. Kaiko and Kato upon reemergence from Incident Site. Subjects are to be released into Dr. ████████ Mata's custody for psychiatric evaluation and containment (where necessary). Party Designation Aye Nay Futatabi Site Director x Satō Head of Operations Abstain Kurikaesu Head of Internal Security x Tanaka MTF Commander x Mata Lead Researcher x Command Response: Approved (3-1-NA), one Protest-in-Absentia Currently, Kato is undergoing treatment for signs of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Early cognitive tests show recollection of his wife and three children, along with specific, extraneous memories of a snow-swept castle being sieged by an invading army.12 Dr. ███ Kaiko has been remanded for dereliction of duty and demoted to the rank of Junior Researcher, with her security clearance pending a formal inquest into her actions. A raid on her personal quarters revealed the aforementioned audio logs, along with a hanko-stamped note in the shape of a blossom: And so the spring buds burst, and so I gaze, And so the blossoms fall, and so my days … ❁ May I find myself on the other side. With authorisation from the Site Director and a majority vote of the Site-8 Security Council, Dr. ████████ Mata continues to discharge his duties as Lead Researcher of SCP-6081. He has vowed to personally oversee Dr. Kaiko's disciplinary proceedings. Access Dr. Mata's Personal Files. One (1) new entry logged. Re: Debriefing of Dr. Kaiko [Distorted audio-visual footage from a small interrogation room. Dr. Mata and Dr. Kaiko sit at opposite ends of a table.] Dr. Mata: Do you know who I am? Dr. Kaiko: No, I do not. Where are we? What is this place? Dr. Mata: This is the SCP Foundation. And you, my dear, are clearly out of your time. Dr. Kaiko: I do not understand. Why do I feel different? What are these clothes I'm wearing? Dr. Mata: [softly] What is your name? Dr. Kaiko: [hesitates] Hiraku. Hiraku Harada. Dr. Mata: Well, I am pleased to meet you, Harada-san. And what is it you do? Dr. Kaiko: I am the daughter of a rice farmer, so I guess I tend to the livestock. Dr. Mata: Forgive me. I've been away for far too long. I forget how different things are back then. Dr. Kaiko: And you, Sir? I'm afraid I do not recognise your face, nor your voice. Dr. Mata: My name is Matsudaira Takechiyo. But you may better know me as Tokugawa Ieyasu-sama.13 [Dr. Kaiko's eyes widen immediately.] Dr. Kaiko: My Lord! [Dr. Kaiko lets out a gasp, before prostrating herself to the ground. Dr. Mata, however, quickly stands and approaches her, before helping her back to her seat.] Dr. Kaiko: What is happening? Is this punishment for my family's wrongdoing? Dr. Mata: No. This is not your fault. Or rather, you being here, in this time and place, is due to the actions of those still searching for themselves. Know that I tried to stop them, but they did not listen. They could not live in the moment, so the blossoms took them to another. Dr. Kaiko: I do not understand. Why do we look different? These hands - they are not mine. [Dr. Mata is silent for a moment.] Dr. Mata: Over the years, I too have become… multiple versions of myself. I have seen the world through countless pairs of eyes and witnessed what can, will, and has yet to be of our glorious nation. Here is my advice to you, Harada-san: do not question the gods. Instead, try and enjoy this gift while it lasts. Explore this new world like you would a trip to the slopes of Fujiyama. Have you been to the hot springs of Kyushu? Back in our time, few would have. But here, a bullet train crosses a rice paddy ten times faster than the swiftest horse. Then, when you finally tire of this world - learned, seen and tasted all its wonderful sights - you will speak to me again. And I will bring you to witness cherry blossoms in the Spring. [Dr. Kaiko shudders, still staring at him, confused. Dr. Mata smiles, leading her to the door with a hand on her shoulder.] Dr. Mata: Come. I will show you to your quarters. You will tell them you are Junior Researcher ███ Kaiko, and that you very much enjoy eating seaweed potato chips. Dr. Kaiko: I am at your service, my lord. Footnotes 1. More commonly known as the cherry tree. 2. A species of cherry tree endemic to Japan. 3. A period of peace and stability in Japan from the 17th to 19th century. 4. A popular hanami spot in central Tokyo. 5. An estimated 32 million foreigners visited Japan in 2019. 6. Probably in reference to kiri-sute gomen, the right of samurai to kill commoners for perceived affronts, originating from Japan's feudal period. 7. Members of a social minority who traditionally performed work considered impure within Buddhist or Shinto beliefs. 8. Possibly in reference to Lord Nagai Naoyuki (1816–1896), who served under the Tokugawa shogunate. 9. A form of classical Japanese dance-drama. 10. Typically reserved for sapient, non-essential personnel to live out the rest of their lives in relative comfort. 11. The closest translation: 'All things pass away'. 12. Possibly in reference to the Battle of Hakodate (1868), in which Lord Naoyuki was an active participant. 13. The founder and first shōgun of the Tokugawa Shogunate, who ruled Japan from 1603 until the Meiji Restoration in 1868. |
SCP-6082 | safe | Item#: 6082 Level4 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Yellowknife, circa 2004. Special Containment Procedures: The hatch connecting SCP-6082-A with the Great Slave Lake has been reinforced. Access to SCP-6082 is solely granted to personnel with Level 4 Clearance and above. Description: SCP-6082-A is a massive subterranean complex located 200 meters below Yellowknife, NWT, Canada, solely accessible by the use of a hatch located under the Great Slave Lake. SCP-6082-A takes the form of a large, steel-made, pentagonal boiler room, comprised out of several mechanical devices, specifically designed as a power source for a compiled amount of activities. Analysis of the evidence found within SCP-6082-A points towards the anomaly being created using anomalous technology on the 11/27/1969 as a containment unit and power source for SCP-6082. The entity or group of interest employed in order to create SCP-6082-A and SCP-6082 is currently unknown. SCP-6082-A is completely automated and it requires no human intervention in order to operate, possessing the necessary paraphernalia in order to complete its tasks. Some additional objects and components can be found: Large amounts of piping. Cylindrical glass tubes, containing pistons which compress material energy sources such as charcoal, raw petroleum, and uranium chunks into one, single homogeneous mass, later pushed through a pair of pipes. Such products are leaked through long, thin steel pipes. Two wider, longer pipes by which waste gases are leaked, presumed to end in an unknown pocket dimension. A massive hatch located in the center of SCP-6082-A, used as an entrance to SCP-6082. At the edge of the hatch, a control booth can be found. A set of recordings of nearby galaxies, presumed to be taken from an extraterrestrial location within the Sol System. A large, golden placard reading "Department of Abnormalities" located at the center of SCP-6082-A's hatch.1 Several blueprints depicting a series of automated drones. SCP-6082-A's composition has led the SCP Foundation's Paratechnology Division to believe that it is a containment chamber for SCP-6082. SCP-6082-A is, otherwise, un-anomalous. SCP-6082 is a massive shaft located under SCP-6082-A. SCP-6082 is, as of the time of writing, currently inaccessible. Research into opening SCP-6082 is currently ongoing. UPDATE 18/09/1999: Head Researcher Lancaster, there is an addendum waiting to be uploaded to this file. Open it? Footnotes 1. The placard was barely damaged upon arrival of MTF Zeta-9 to the location. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6082" by Roundabouts, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6082. Licensed under CC-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: Ice Road on the Great Slave Lake 2 Author: Hyougushi License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ice_Road_on_Great_Slave_Lake_2.jpg Derivative of: |
SCP-6083 | safe | Item #: SCP-6083 Special Containment Procedures: All direct contact with SCP-6083 is handled by and at the discretion of its current handler, Senior Researcher Jones. SCP-6083 is currently held in a modified humanoid containment chamber fitted with several amenities at the request of Senior Researcher Jones. In the event that Senior Researcher Jones dies or is otherwise rendered incapable of performing her role in the containment of SCP-6083, a replacement researcher is to be assigned. Description: SCP-6083 is a nine year old human child, James Brown, born on 01/11/2016. Its body is heavily scarred, most noticeably around the face and its left eye, which has been fully blinded due to a slashing wound. SCP-6083 demonstrates abnormally high emotional intelligence and is able to accurately read the emotions of those in its direct proximity when those emotions are directed at SCP-6083 itself. Due to a set of currently unknown factors, some individuals gradually lose their ability to perceive SCP-6083. This process is known to cause subjects to experience mild to severe headaches. This anomalous effect is currently thought to be triggered based on a set of unknown conditions.1 Once an individual becomes fully unable to perceive SCP-6083, they will forget all details of its existence. Reintroducing the fact of SCP-6083's existence to effected individuals momentarily allows them to acknowledge it, but has failed to restore any sensory ability to detect SCP-6083. SCP-6083 is unable to manipulate this process at will. Amnestic and mnestic treatments have proved ineffective at reversing or slowing this process. Interview Log 6083-1 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Jones Interviewed: SCP-6083 Foreword: This interview was conducted on 14/05/2024, shortly after SCP-6083's initial containment. Senior Researcher Jones was not permitted to question SCP-6083 about its anomalous properties or any other sensitive issues in this interview unless directly offered.2 Begin Log. … Jones: So 6083- SCP-6083: 6083? Is that my new name? Jones: Oh, my apologies. Would you prefer if I used your normal name, James? SCP-6083: Yes please. 6083 just sounds weird. Jones: Yes I suppose it does. Doesn't it? Jones appears to drift off in thought, as SCP-6083 stares intently at her. SCP-6083: Miss, your necklace. SCP-6083 points at the amethyst pendant Jones is wearing. SCP-6083: It's really pretty. Jones: Thank you very much. I made it myself. SCP-6083: Wow! You must be really famous if you can make something this cool! Jones: No, I'm not. Really. I'm nothing special. SCP-6083: That's not true. You're the first person who talked to me since I came here. That makes you really special. Jones: I suppose you're not wrong about that. SCP-6083: Oh. And-and-and you don't feel sorry for me or anything. Jones: Is that so special? SCP-6083: (nods) It's really rare that people don't just look at me and feel bad. You're really special, Miss. Jones: I see. Well thank you for thinking so highly of me. (pauses) About people feeling bad when they see you. Does that upset you? SCP-6083 nods. SCP-6083: I don't like when everyone around me gets sad. I think that no one should feel sad when they look at me, otherwise no one can be happy and play with me. Jones smiles. Jones: Well, I'm afraid I can't play with you James, but I can promise I won't be any sadder when you're around. Ok? SCP-6083: Okay, Miss. I promise I'll be good so that I don't make everyone sad. Jones: (mutters) Oh, if only it were that easy. SCP-6083: What? Jones: Sorry. It's nothing. SCP-6083: You're weird, Miss. Jones: (chuckles) Yeah. I get that a lot. SCP-6083: Will more people come play with me soon? Jones: Probably not too soon, but I'll come back to talk to you tomorrow and ask you a few questions. Ok? SCP-6083: Can we play just a little bit after we talk? I know you said we couldn't, but come on. Just a little bit. Please? Jones: Well, maybe if you're good. SCP-6083: Ok! Jones: Then, I'll see you tomorrow. … End Log. Interview Log 6083-2 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Jones Interviewed: SCP-6083 Foreword: This interview was conducted as a follow-up to SCP-6083's first interview on 14/05/2024. Given SCP-6083's generally positive mental state during the first interview, Senior Researcher Jones was permitted to begin questioning it about its anomalous properties. Begin Log. … Jones walks into SCP-6083's cell and sits down next to it. It is playing with the plastic cutlery that was provided with it's most recent meal. Jones: Hello again James. SCP-6083: Hi Miss. SCP-6083 mimics the sound of an aeroplane whilst waving around it's cutlery. Jones: I see you've found a way to have fun already. SCP-6083: Look. It's an aeroplane! SCP-6083 continues to play with it's cutlery. Jones waits for a few minutes before clearing her throat to attract SCP-6083's attention. Jones: James I did come all this way to talk to you. Would you mind landing the aircraft a second so we can have a chat? SCP-6083 lowers the cutlery and briefly slides it along the ground before leaving it. SCP-6083: Okay, Miss. I'm all done now. What did you want to talk about? Jones: I wanted to ask you a bit about how you got here. SCP-6083: Umm… The people at the orphanage started ignoring me for some reason, so I started to get in some trouble. The police had a big argument with the adults and then the men in suits came and took me here. Jones: I see. Do you have any idea why the other people started ignoring you? SCP-6083: I think it might have been because of the family I scared away. They seemed really nice, but they were really awkward around me. I think they got a little scared of my face. Jones: I can't blame them. Just look at that devilish smile! Jones pinches SCP-6083's cheeks as they both laugh. PA System: Jones, please refrain from unnecessary contact and small talk with the anomaly. Jones: Alright. Alright. You could at least let me and the kid have some fun. Jones briefly glares at the camera in SCP-6083's cell before resuming conversation. Jones: Well, you heard the man. I guess we gotta do this the boring way. SCP-6083: No fair! I thought we were gonna get to play! Jones: I'm really sorry James. I'll definitely make it up to you. How about this? I'm sure this room is a bit boring for you. How about I help you redecorate? I can bring a toy or two with me next time too. So, could you please forgive me this one time? SCP-6083: (pouting) Mmmm… Ok, I guess. I wanted to play now, but if it's not your fault I can't be mad at you. But next time promise you can play with me! Jones: Ok. I pro- PA System: Don't make promises you can't keep Jones. Jones: Oh, come on! You can't just let me play with the kid for a while? PA System: Sorry, it's not my call. The higher-ups have been really cracking down on us whenever we don't follow standard procedure what with the incident at Site-11 last month. SCP-6083: Does that mean I won't get to play with you, Miss? Jones: No way! Don't worry about that wet blanket. I can deal with him later. Some background noise is picked up through the PA System. SCP-6083: So we'll get to play soon? Jones: 100%. SCP-6083: Great. I'm gonna make sure you stick to that. Jones: Don't worry about that. Just start thinking of ideas for what you wanna do when we play together next time. Should I bring Monopoly? Hmmm… I'll think of something good. Unless you know what you want to play? SCP-6083 shrugs. Jones: It's fine then. I'll think of something. In any case, was it everyone who ignored you? Or just a couple people who were mad at you? SCP-6083: The only person who didn't ignore me was Thomas. He used to hit me, but when everyone started ignoring me he got worried. I think they let him in on it after that though, because he started doing it too. Jones: I see. So was that around the time the police got involved? SCP-6083: (nods) The police came I think a day after Thomas got in on the prank. Jones: Ok. That's all good then. I think I'm beginning to understand what happened. SCP-6083: Does that mean I'll be going back to the orphanage soon? Jones: No, I don't think so. It's not good for people to be playing such a mean prank on you. I think you'll be staying here for a while James. PA System: Jones, the Site Director says they want to see you in their office, now. Jones: Really? Oh for- Alright, James I think that means we'll have to finish here for today, but I'll definitely keep my promise to you. Don't worry. Next time, I swear we'll get to play together. SCP-6083 seems upset, but remains quiet. Jones: Awww… Come on, now. Don't give me that look. I even swore I'd play with you next time. Ok, look. Pinky promise. Jones kneels down to face SCP-6083 and extends out her pinky finger. SCP-6083 does the same and the two lock pinkies before moving their hands up and down, as in a handshake. Jones: Cross my heart. Hope to die. SCP-6083: Now if you don't keep your promise you have to stick a needle in your eye. Jones: I guess I had better keep that promise then, huh? PA System: Jones, the Site Director is waiting on you. Terminate this interview at once. Jones walks to the door of SCP-6083's cell and briefly turns around to wave at it before leaving. … End Log. Afterword: For her breach of conduct during this interview with SCP-6083, Senior Researcher Jones was initially issued a formal warning and was put under probation for three months. However, at the recommendation of the Site psychiatrist, who observed that SCP-6083's mental state was improving as a result of Jones' actions, her punishment was withdrawn and she was permitted to continue her friendly advances towards it. Interview Log 6083-3 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Jones Interviewed: SCP-6083 Foreword: This interview was conducted shortly after SCP-6083's cell was refurbished at the request of Senior Researcher Jones. Begin Log. … Jones enters SCP-6083's room holding a wrapped present. She sits down next to SCP-6083, which is playing with a model car given to it by Jones during a previous interview. She fidgets momentarily, before clearing her throat to attract SCP-6083's attention. SCP-6083: Oh. Hi again, Miss. You're early today. Jones: Well, I thought I should bring you something to celebrate the redecoration. This room feels much more you, now. Doesn't it? SCP-6083: Yeah I didn't like the old room. It was so boring I felt like I was going to die. Jones: Well, you don't need to worry now. I'll make sure you don't get bored and can have all the fun you want! SCP-6083: Can I see what you got me? Jones: Of course. Here. Jones hands SCP-6083 the present and it quickly tears open the wrapping paper. Inside the paper is a jewellery box containing a handmade topaz pendant, matching the amethyst pendant Jones is wearing. SCP-6083: It's a pendant just like yours! But why is the stone different? Jones: That's your birthstone, topaz. This one is mine, amethyst. So we have matching pendants of our birthstones. I thought I'd use your birthstone instead of just using amethyst, since that's why I used amethyst for mine in the first place. SCP-6083: Thank you so much! I'll treasure it forever and ever! SCP-6083 takes the pendant out of the box and hands it to Jones. SCP-6083: Put it on me! Put it on me! Jones takes the pendant and hooks it around SCP-6083's neck. SCP-6083: How does it look? Jones: It just might look better on you than it does on me. SCP-6083 hugs Jones. Guards situated outside of SCP-6083's chambers began moving to intervene before Jones signalled them to stand down. Jones: So, James, do you want to talk like we normally do? Or would you rather we do something else? SCP-6083: Talk! I like talking to you. SCP-6083 lets go of Jones and sits down on the floor of the room. Jones: So, what do you want to talk about? SCP-6083: Hmmm… We've already talked a lot about me. Tell me about you. Jones: Well, there's not much to talk about. I'm not very interesting compared to you. SCP-6083: I'm sure that's not true, Miss. Just tell me a story about you. Please? Jones: Well, let's see… I could tell you about how I got this job. That's probably the most interesting thing I can- Jones stops as the lights cut out due to a power failure. The cell door slams shut and locks itself. The recording of the interview also briefly cuts out before the backup power starts. Jones is holding SCP-6083 when the recording restarts. SCP-6083: What happened? Why did the lights go out? Jones: Something bad happened somewhere else in the building. We'll have to stay put here for a bit. Jones signals the guards outside the cell. Jones: You guys need to get out of here to stay safe. We'll be fine in here. Go help with the re-containment effort. The guards nod and leave the area. Jones: Sorry about this. We'll probably be stuck like this for a while, but we should be fine just staying put. SCP-6083: So, does that mean we can keep on talking? Jones: Sure. That'd be a way to pass the time at least. PA System: ALERT: A containment breach has occurred in the Keter-wing. All containment cells have been locked until the Site is secured. Please evacuate to a safe location as dispatched Mobile Task Forces work to re-contain the escaped anomalies. SCP-6083: What does "keter" mean? Jones: It's what we call a containment class. Basically if something is very difficult to keep from escaping, it's "keter". SCP-6083: Is it dangerous? Jones: What do you mean? SCP-6083: Is a keter dangerous? Jones: A lot of them are. Definitely most of the ones on this site are. SCP-6083 shows signs of becoming distressed. SCP-6083: Then why did the guards leave if it's dangerous? What if we get hurt? Jones: It's fine James. This is actually about the safest place we could be. We're in a secure containment cell and we're on the opposite side of the site to the breach. I promise you we'll be fine. Distant gunfire can be heard. SCP-6083 is now visibly distressed and starts trembling. Jones: It's ok, James. It's ok. Everything's fine. We'll be alright. I promise. SCP-6083: (quietly) Miss, I'm scared. Jones: You poor thing. I'll protect you. Don't worry. Just trust me. Ok? SCP-6083 nods and hugs Jones tighter. Jones: There, there. You're gonna be alright. Jones pats SCP-6083's head and holds it closely. Jones: You want me to tell you that story then? It might take your mind off the scary stuff. SCP-6083 nods. [CONVERSATION REDACTED FOR INFORMATIONAL SECURITY PURPOSES] Jones: So that's about it. (pauses) Sorry. Now that I've said it all aloud, that story isn't actually very fun. I guess my life just isn't quite as interesting as yours. SCP-6083: That's not true Miss. Your story was really cool! Especially when the people you work for showed up. That was really exciting! Jones: Yeah, that's something you can never fault us for, I guess. The Foundation always keep things interesting, one way or another. (pauses) Say, do you want to play a game now? I think it'll still be a while before anyone else gets here, so we've probably got some more time to kill. SCP-6083: Ok. What can we play? Jones: Well, we have a couple games here that we've played before,3 but there's also some new stuff too. Jones looks through a small pile of board games stacked in the corner of SCP-6083's room for a short period, before picking out a game. She pauses and looks down for around half a minute, before turning towards SCP-6083. Jones: Want to play Pictionary? SCP-6083: Sure! Jones: Do you know how to play this one? SCP-6083: We draw pictures and try to guess what the other person is drawing. I'm not very good at drawing though… Jones: That's where the fun comes from! At least give it a shot, James. The two go on to talk and play Pictionary for just over 40 minutes before Jones stops mid sentence. SCP-6083: Miss? What's wrong? Jones appears not to notice SCP-6083's question. And begins rubbing her head apparently in pain. Jones: Ughh… What was I doing again? Why did I take out this game? SCP-6083: Miss? Are you ok? What's going on? Jones recoils for a moment, seemingly surprised at SCP-6083's presence. After a moment, she regains her composure and smiles at SCP-6083. Jones: Sorry James, I just zoned out for a second. Don't worry about that. The two resume their game for another 14 minutes before members of MTF-Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") arrive at the cell. Nu-7 Operative: We've got a researcher locked in with an anomaly here! Someone get this door open now! Nu-7 members force open the door before moving inside and separating Jones and SCP-6083. Once separated from Jones, SCP-6083 begins to cry. Jones: Wait! What are you doing? Stop! You're scaring the kid! Nu-7 Operative: Keep away from the anomaly. We'll subdue it momentarily. Jones: (struggling against the Nu-7 operatives) Stand down you morons! He's not dangerous! I- Jones starts to clutch her head in her hands. She starts shaking and looks visibly distressed. Jones: Just stand down. Please… The Nu-7 operators restraining SCP-6083 release it and it immediately runs to Jones, who hugs it tightly against her chest. … End Log. Addendum 6083-1 Shortly after the events documented in Interview Log 6083-3, Senior Researcher Jones fell victim to SCP-6083's anomalous effect and has been rendered unable to fulfil her role as SCP-6083's overseeing researcher. A replacement researcher will be assigned shortly. Footnotes 1. Anecdotal evidence suggests this process is biased towards those who know SCP-6083 and its past well. 2. This decision was made due to initial concerns that SCP-6083's anomalous effects may have been tied to its emotional state. 3. Here Jones is referring to a variety of board games given to SCP-6083 for use during interviews, of which three had been used before. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6083" by Tracque_, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6083. Licensed under CC-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-6084 | safe | Item#: 6084 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6084 instances are to be stored in Safe Storage Container 24 at Site-272, as are any additional instances recovered going forward. All currently contained instances have Class-C GPS tags attached to their individual components for ease of identification and location in the event they are misplaced. Advertising materials featuring SCP-6084 are to be incinerated, deleted, or otherwise removed. Civilians found in possession of SCP-6084 instances are to be questioned regarding their acquisition and given Class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-6084 is a line of Wondertainment-brand musical instruments that neither reflect nor absorb light in the ultraviolet, visible, or infrared wavelengths, rendering them functionally invisible. Despite this, they are still fully tangible and operational. SCP-6084's electrical components have associated power switches but do not require external power sources to function. There are currently four such instruments in containment. SCP-6084-1 - A wireless microphone, an adjustable microphone stand, and two wireless speakers. SCP-6084-2 - An electric guitar, a 1/4-inch jack connector with a 3m cord, and an amplifier. SCP-6084-3 - An electric bass, a 1/4-inch jack connector with a 3m cord, and an amplifier. SCP-6084-4 - A drum kit that includes an adjustable drum throne, two drumsticks, a brush, a bass drum, a snare drum, three tom drums, a set of hi-hat cymbals, two crash cymbals, and accompanying stands. The instruments were acquired during a Foundation raid on a suspected anomalous research and development facility in Broken Cliff, MO, USA. The building was found to be abandoned when Foundation personnel arrived, with SCP-6084 being the only anomalous objects inside1. The following script was located among other in-development marketing material found on-site. NOW INTRODUCING a NEW and MYSTERIOUSLY MELODICAL product from your pals at the WONDERFUL WORLD of WONDERTAINMENT™, DR. WONDERTAINMENT'S ACOUSTICALLY ASTOUNDING AIR BAND™! Ever wanted to lay down some tasty licks or sick beats with your friends but could never find the time to actually learn how to play? Dr. Wondertainment™ has you covered, and thanks to his newly patented2 SEENOMORE™ technology, your instruments will never get in the way of how awesome you'll look doing it! Dr. Wondertainment's Acoustically Astounding Air Band™ has an instrument for everyone! The AWESOMETASTIC AIR GUITAR™! Thrill as you fill the air with rocking rhythms, straight from your fingertips to your audience's ears! The ULTRASONIC UNSEEN BASS™! Blow everyone away with the chest-thumping reverberations of this hard-working instrument! The MELODIOUSLY MASKED MIC™! Take center stage and sing your heart out, loud and proud! The UNDENYABLY UNOBSERVABLE DRUM SET™! This precision percussive instrument will have everyone stomping their feet to the beat! The INCREDIBLY INDISCERNIBLE KEYTAR™! No band is truly complete without the inclusion of a keytar, don't let anybody tell you different! (STILL IN DEVELOPMENT) The ENTIRELY ETHEREAL TAMBOURINE™! Check out this enthusiastic placeholder text! (STILL IN DEVELOPMENT) So come on down and buy one today! DR. WONDERTAINMENT'S ACOUSTICALLY ASTOUNDING AIR BAND™! Guaranteed 110% safe for children of all ages! Addendum 6084-001: Individual testing with subjects of varying degrees of skill with each instrument has shown that SCP-6084 instances have the ability to improve the quality of music performed. With subjects of high skill, this improvement is generally imperceptible, while the alterations made to musical output of low skill users is more obvious. Randomly strumming on the strings of SCP-6084-2 or -3 will still produce harmonic if uninspired rhythms even without the user touching the fretboard, for example, and speaking into SCP-6084-1 using a monotone voice or by screaming incoherently will result in the subject's voice emitting from the speakers with an autotune overlay. The mechanisms by which this improvement is determined and applied are currently unknown. [Access Incident Log 6084/01] [Close Incident Log 6084/01] The following incident occured on 20██-05-18 during Experiment 6084/24, the first such experiment involving all four instruments being played together as a band. The D-Class subjects involved were those determined by research lead Dr. James Smythe to have the highest affinity for their particular instruments in the preceding individual tests. Note: D-44890 on SCP-6084-1, D-92368 on SCP-6084-2, D-8342 on SCP-6084-3, and D-3434 on SCP-6084-4. <Begin Log> [The D-Class subjects are in a testing chamber that has been converted into a recording studio. They are performing a cover of Walking Contradiction by the band Green Day despite no instruments being visible. D-44890's expression gradually turns to anger as he sings until he stops mid-lyric and turns to the rest of the band.] D-44890: Stop! Cut! Enough! STOP! [The remaining subjects cease playing and look at D-44890 in confusion. Dr. Smythe signals from the observation booth.] Dr. Smythe: What's the problem this time, D-44890? D-44890: [pointing at D-92368] Where in the hell did you get this asshole? He keeps dropping notes like he's got holes for hands! D-92368: Hey, fuck you. I'm playing a magical guitar. I literally can't screw it up. D-44890: Bullshit! Dr. Smythe: He is correct, '890. All previous testing shows the instruments can compensate for- D-44890: Balls! I heard what I heard, and I heard him fucking it up! I picked this song, I know what it sounds like! D-3434: C'mon, man. D-44890: Shut the fuck up, Frank, you can hardly keep a beat yourself! D-3434: [standing up] Oh, so now we gonna be makin' this shit personal? D-44890: Sit down before I sit you down, boy! [D-92368 steps forward and pushes D-44890 on the shoulder.] D-92368: Don't you call him 'boy', boy! [D-44890 pushes D-92368 back.] Dr. Smythe: Gentlemen, if you don't calm down right now, I will be forced to call security. [The subjects ignore Dr. Smythe, who signals for security.] D-44890: Fuck you! D-92368: No, fuck you! D-44890: No, fuck YOU! [Security Officers Wendt and Grady enter the testing chamber and move toward D-44890 and D-92368. D-44890 reaches over and clenches his hand in a fist, then raises it up in the air, presumably having taken hold of SCP-6084-1's stand. He then takes it in both hands and swings it down at D-92368, who attempts to block the blow with his arm.] [D-92368's arm moves slightly as a brief indentation appears in the sleeve of his jumpsuit. A high-pitched squeak like that of a child's toy emenates from the point of impact. Officers Wendt and Grady slow in their approach, surprise evident on their and the D-Class subjects' faces.] D-44890: What the hell? [D-44890 swings SCP-6084-1 again to the same effect. D-92368 shows no sign of pain or injury. He unslings SCP-6084-2 from around his neck, grabs the fretboard in both hands, and swings it at D-44890 like a baseball bat. Like SCP-6084-1, it only causes a slight indentation and a high-pitched squeak.] Dr. Smythe: I, ah … I suppose you may stand down, officers. [Officers Wendt and Grady shrug at each other and step back as D-8342 hits D-44890 on the top of his head with SCP-6084-3 and D-3434 throws one of SCP-6084-4's drums at D-923683.] <End Log> Afterword: Standard testing was abandoned after this point. The remaining footage is comprised of the D-Class subjects engaging in lighthearted rough-housing using the various components of SCP-6084. [Close Incident Log 6084/01] Footnotes 1. It is conjectured that they were accidentally left behind due to Wondertainment staff being unable to locate them before departure. Members of MTF Delta-10 "Hellbillies" discovered the instruments when Operative Johnson walked into SCP-6084-4. 2. No such patent has been found to exist. 3. Unlike the other instruments, most of SCP-6084-4's components made their standard percussive sounds upon impact but otherwise had similar effect. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6084" by Liz The GM, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6085 | euclid | /* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "SCP Foundation"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "Secure, Contain, Protect"; color: black; } SCP-6085 - Take On Me I hope you enjoyed reading all 3186 words! Please give this SCP an upvote if you did. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6085 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6085 is to be kept in a standard object containment locker in the communal area of a specialized multi-person containment complex at Site-███, chosen for its isolation from all civilian population centers. When removed from this locker for experimentation, SCP-6085 is to remain in the communal area at all times, in clear sight of at least two of the security cameras within the containment complex, both during exploration of SCP-6085-1 and the 48 hour long SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Period that follows, after which SCP-6085 will be returned to its locker and remain unobserved within it for at least 24 hours. Any personnel exploring SCP-6085-1 must be accompanied by members of M.T.F. Б-8, the "Street Fighters," in a ratio of no less than two members for each explorer. A single designated external observer must maintain a distance of at least 5 meters from SCP-6085 and play the trigger song. Both the explorers and Б-8 members must simultaneously observe the comic book when the trigger song is played to ensure that they all enter SCP-6085-1. No less 30 seconds after the explorers and Б-8 members enter SCP-6085-1, the external observer is to approach SCP-6085 and directly photograph all panels in which they are depicted, turning pages as necessary. After exploration is complete, all explorers and Б-8 members must be quarantined in the containment complex along with SCP-6085 during the 48 hours of SCP-6085-2. The entirety of the containment complex is to be carefully and continuously monitored for SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events. All quarantined personnel are to be alerted to any observed SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events, no matter what time of day they occur. Any SCP-6085-A instances that successfully manifest in our reality are to be detained for the remainder of SCP-6085-2 and only guarded if necessary. Any SCP-6085-B instances that successfully manifest are to be closely guarded by Б-8 members in shifts for the remainder of SCP-6085-2. If any successfully manifested entities display hostility, they are to be sedated, restrained, or terminated if necessary. At the end of the monitoring period, all successfully manifested entities are to be transported to Site-██ for further questioning and processing. Description: SCP-6085 is a large scale comic book, with A31 pages filled with sketch illustrations depicting a motorcycle sidecar race. The events of the race, any events leading up to it, any events following it, and the characters involved throughout, will change each time the book is left unobserved following an exploration of SCP-6085-1 and the SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Period. The illustrations will change styles between each iteration, and often contain multiple styles, implying a collaboration between multiple artists. The comic book itself is noticeably rough and creased, as if it had been crumpled up and flattened back out multiple times. Despite this pre-existing damage, the comic book is incapable of being cut, torn, or physically dismembered in any way, rendering impossible any in-depth chemical analysis of its materials. At the end of the book is the following text: Waiting for 40 years to be set free. Use their magnificent song as the key. And observe this masterpiece carefully. Oh, cut out your crappy poetry before you soil the whole project with it! Screw you, I was just trying to make a good build-up! Both of you cut it out, so I can punctuate this homage properly… He started it! And you almost soiled it! Enough! Let's finish it with the questions we all wanted to ask… Who's to say their world is no less real than ours? Is the grass really greener on either side? Are We Cool Yet? This is followed by three signatures that have yet to be successfully deciphered or matched with any known individuals affiliated with A.W.C.Y., due to a scrambling infohazard attached to them. SCP-6085 will not display any further anomalous effects unless the 1984 song Take On Me by Norwegian synth-pop band A-ha is played within its vicinity at a volume audible to those currently observing the comic book. Remixes and parodies of the song also trigger its additional anomalous effects. When the song begins to play, one or more2 characters depicted within the comic book will begin to animate and turn their attention towards the reader(s), often making direct eye contact and beckoning gestures. These characters will be referred to as SCP-6085-A instances. Hostile characters will be referred to as SCP-6085-B instances. Upon the first utterance of "Take on me" in whatever version of the song is playing, one or more panels on the page currently being observed will fade into a pitch black void. After the first "Take me on" that follows this in the song, the SCP-6085-A will physically extend their limbs through these black panels. These 3-dimensional limbs appear as if made of paper and graphite markings, but will feel like human skin or the fabric of the garments covering them. WARNING: Any attempt to physically harm these extended limbs, or ignoring them for longer than 30 seconds, will result in SCP-6085-A instances turning hostile and becoming SCP-6085-B instances. Upon this transition, their limbs will extend further out of the book, faster than any human is capable of moving, and violently grab onto the threatening or indifferent reader. Once a reader has made physical contact with one of these extended limbs, they will be pulled towards the comic book, and will instantaneously vanish the moment any part of their body passes the threshold of the page.3 The panel the reader is pulled through will then fade from a black void to an illustrated depiction of the reader alongside the SCP-6085-A or SCP-6085-B instance that pulled them in. SCP-6085-1 refers to the extra-dimensional space into which the readers are pulled, reported by all who have entered to appear as if made entirely of paper and graphite markings, though physically feeling and behaving exactly as the equivalent objects would in our reality. Readers have reported hearing the trigger song playing faintly in the background throughout the exploration, just loud enough for them to hear, but not loud enough to interfere in any conversations. Nearby the readers' points of entry, floating looking glasses in the same shapes as the panels the readers were pulled through will always be present. Observing SCP-6085-A instances, SCP-6085-B instances, or other readers on the other side of these looking glasses will make them and whatever objects they are interacting with appear as they would in our reality, though the background will still appear as made of paper and graphite markings. The looking glasses physically behave as made of solid glass when touched, though jumping through them or attempting to break them will result in the reader's immediate reappearance back in our reality, next to the comic book. Upon entering SCP-6085-1, the SCP-6085-A instance will attempt to guide the reader they pulled in, often giving them a tour and encouraging them to dance or engage in other recreational activities often affiliated with music videos or motorcycle racing. If they have turned into SCP-6085-B instances, however, they will immediately begin to assault the reader with their fists or implements they manifest, most commonly a large pipe wrench or an aluminum baseball bat. After no more than 60 seconds, if no SCP-6085-B instances are already present, multiple4 instances will appear and attempt to assault the readers and the SCP-6085-A instances that pulled them in, with their fists or the aforementioned implements, as well as attempt to break the aforementioned looking glasses. As of ██ experiments, no firearms or other complex weapons of any kind have been successfully brought into SCP-6085-1, instead always left on the ground around the comic book. However, simple melee weapons, particularly those commonly associated with modern urban conflicts, are able to be brought in. This is where M.T.F. Б-8, the "Street Fighters," and their experience in close-quarters melee and hand-to-hand combat,5 come into play. It is their job to take on all SCP-6085-B instances while the explorers make observations, conduct experiments, and interview the SCP-6085-A instances. When all readers have vacated SCP-6085-1 back to our reality, or when the trigger song ends, whichever comes first, a 48 hour long Manifestation Event period begins, designated SCP-6085-2. During SCP-6085-2, all readers who entered and exited SCP-6085-1 are quarantined within the living facilities of the containment complex and closely monitored, as SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events are likely to occur in their proximity. These readers are strongly encouraged to peruse the pages of SCP-6085 during SCP-6085-2, as it greatly increases the likelihood of a Manifestation Event. SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events always occur within hallways, closets, or other confined areas with opposing barriers no greater than 2 meters apart. During a Manifestation Event, the SCP-6085-A instance that pulled the reader into SCP-6085-1, or an SCP-6085-B instance that attempted to attack the reader, will appear within the confined area and proceed to ram themselves against the opposing barriers. Simultaneously, a depiction of the same instance within a small panel in SCP-6085 will animate and appear to ram itself against the opposing edges of the panel in matching synchronized motions. With each impact, the outward appearance of the SCP-6085-A instance will flicker between that of an illustration and that of a non-anomalous human. After a random number of ramming attempts, the instance will collapse in exhaustion. If it has an illustrated appearance, it will fade away, but if it has a human appearance, it will persist in our world. WARNING: All readers pulled into SCP-6085-1 have until the trigger song completes to vacate SCP-6085-1 through either the aforementioned looking glasses or other exit portals created by SCP-6085-A instances. If any reader fails to do so, they must instead trigger their own SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Event from within SCP-6085-1 during SCP-6085-2, as all looking glasses have been observed to shatter on their own upon completion of the trigger song. So far, the only successful method discovered to do this is to find an equivalent confined area within SCP-6085-1 and mimic the ramming motions observed in SCP-6085-2 Manifestation Events, while concentrating on another reader who accompanied them and did manage to exit SCP-6085-1. If the reader fails to trigger a successful Manifestation Event before SCP-6085-2 ends, they will be unable to escape in any way until SCP-6085 is unobserved and resets itself. When SCP-6085 resets, there is a possibility that the lost readers will appear within the new events leading up to the motorcycle race and the race itself. The probability of this seems to increase if the lost reader has strong connections to one or more other readers who accompanied them into SCP-6085-1 prior to the reset, and those readers are the first to observe SCP-6085 after the reset. So far, there are █ documented cases of lost readers surviving and appearing in the next iteration. In all cases, the lost reader's recollection of events within SCP-6085-1 abruptly ends upon lack of observation of SCP-6085 and begins again at the start of the events beginning on page one of the new iteration of SCP-6085, with nothing in-between. So far, tests and autopsies conducted on SCP-6085-A and SCP-6085-B instances that have successfully manifested in our reality have shown them to be non-anomalous baseline humans. Their DNA did not match that of any currently or previously existing humans on Earth, showing them to be completely unique individuals seemingly created by SCP-6085 itself. Addendum: Interview Log conducted during Exploration 6085-2025-49 during Dr. Kerttren's own 10-minute-long extended remix of the original Take on Me song combined with the Literal Video Version. Interviewed: SCP-6085-A-1019 Interviewer: Dr. Thomas Kerttren Foreword: Interview was largely conducted while Dr. Kerttren and SCP-6085-A-1019 danced together and evaded the SCP-6085-B instances. <Begin Log> Dr. Kerttren: I hope you don't mind if we keep this brief, Instance 1019. My remix might be long, but it's still not that long. SCP-6085-A-1019: Oh, you scientists, always so formal! Just call me Bailey, silly! (SCP-6085-A-1019 giggles and playfully winks at Dr. Kerttren.) Dr. Kerttren: Heh, okay, but only if you call me Tom. SCP-6085-A-1019: I was going to do that anyway. (Two SCP-6085-B instances approach Dr. Kerttren, and two M.T.F. Б-8 field agents move to intercept.) Dr. Kerttren: Darn it, here come those ruffians, again! (Agent Б-8-Two punches one instance across the jaw with his brass knuckles.) SCP-6085-A-1019: Yeah, come on, I know a short-cut! (SCP-6085-A-1019 grabs Dr. Kerttren's coat sleeve and begins leading him down a hallway.) Dr. Kerttren: Keep holding them off, guys! Agent Б-8-One: That's our job, Doctor! Let us do it while you do yours! (Agent Б-8-One grunts as he tackles the other SCP-6085-B instance.) Dr. Kerttren: Why must they always come at us like that?! SCP-6085-A-1019: I guess some don't like it when we pull in people from your side? Dr. Kerttren: Maybe. How long has your side existed? SCP-6085-A-1019: That's a silly question! Probably always. As long as I can remember. Dr. Kerttren: And how long is that? Can you remember your childhood? SCP-6085-A-1019: Yeah, in bits and pieces, just like everyone else. (SCP-6085-A-1019 stops at a dead end, let's go of Dr. Kerttren's sleeve, and starts dancing again.) SCP-6085-A-1019: But let's not dwell on the past. Come on, dance with me! (Dr. Kerttren chuckles and joins in her dance.) Dr. Kerttren: Hold on, I love this part! "I'm gonna kick some ass with my own pipe wrench!" (SCP-6085-A-1019 awkwardly laughs.) SCP-6085-A-1019: What a ridiculous thing to put in a song! And you said this was a parody? Dr. Kerttren: Yes, it's a very funny parody, at least to me. (Dr. Kerttren turns to look down the hallway as some distant exertion noises echo down it.) Dr. Kerttren: Speaking of which, I hope my bodyguards are actually kicking ass right now. SCP-6085-A-1019: I'm just glad we lost them. Dr. Kerttren: I hope we don't find them again. SCP-6085-A-1019: Don't worry, this place is pretty big. Dr. Kerttren: Just how big? SCP-6085-A-1019: Freaking huge! Dr. Kerttren: If it's that big, where do you go when you aren't watching the motorcycle races? SCP-6085-A-1019: Out to the beach, of course! Dr. Kerttren: Whoa, this place has a beach?! Okay, you've got to show me that. SCP-6085-A-1019: Sure! (SCP-6085-A-1019 tears open a hole in the wall and gestures for Dr. Kerttren to jump through it.) Dr. Kerttren: Okay, here goes nothing! (Dr. Kerttren lands on a sandy beach overlooking and ocean with a hand-drawn sunset on the horizon.) Dr. Kerttren: Wow, you weren't kidding! (SCP-6085-A-1019 lands next to him, stands up, and hops along the sand.) SCP-6085-A-1019: Why would I lie about a place as fun as this? Dr. Kerttren: Just look at that horizon. More than can be explored in a simple music video. (Dr. Kerttren stands up and wades into the ocean water as a wave crests just below his knees.) Dr. Kerttren: I'll never get over how trippy it is that this feels just like ocean water, but looks like a drawing. SCP-6085-A-1019: Heh, it looks pretty normal to me. If you ask me, your world looks weird, but in a good way. Dr. Kerttren: I guess different perspectives and all that. (Dr. Kerttren stops as he hears a particular verse, and checks his watch.) Dr. Kerttren: Damn, time really flies when you're having fun. I'll have to make an hour-long remix next. Agent Б-8-One: (Panting.) I wouldn't… recommend that… (Agent Б-8-One stands in front of them, blood dripping off the pipe wrench he's holding.) Agent Б-8-Two: Holy shit, a freaking beach! This place gets more bizarre with each visit. Dr. Kerttren: Oh good, there you two are! Glad you could follow us. Agent Б-8-One: Again, it's our job. (Distant screaming from another SCP-6085-B instance running down the beach with a baseball bat.) Agent Б-8-One: (Sighs.) I'm-a go bash his skull in with my pipe wrench. Agent Б-8-Two: We almost done here, Doc? As cool as this beach is, more'll probably come running down it soon. Dr. Kerttren: Yes, I suppose you're right. Luckily, we're about done. 3 minutes. Agent Б-8-Two: Good, 'cause here comes another one. I got this one! (Dr. Kerttren looks around and spots the looking glass up on the boardwalk.) Dr. Kerttren: Oh good, the portal followed us here. SCP-6085-A-1019: Oh, poo! Must you really leave? Dr. Kerttren: Sorry, but my song's coming to an end. Still, I'm going to test something on the other side, so hopefully we can meet again. SCP-6085-A-1019: I hope so too! I really like your dance moves! Dr. Kerttren: Heh, thanks. Been working on them lately. (Dr. Kerttren walks up the dune bridge.) Dr. Kerttren: GUYS! PORTAL'S UP HERE! I'M HEADING OUT, SO YOU CAN LEAVE AFTER ME! (Dr. Kerttren turns back and winks at SCP-6085-A-1019.) Dr. Kerttren: Until the next song. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Kerttren and the two Б-8 members successfully exited SCP-6085-1 with a minute to spare. By staying focused on SCP-6085-A-1019 for the day in which SCP-6085 resided in its storage, it was observed that an SCP-6085-A instance very similar to 1019 appeared in the story of the next iteration of SCP-6085, but it has yet to be confirmed if they are the same instance. Footnotes 1. Standard Paper Size: 297 x 420 mm. 2. The number always directly correlates to the number of people directly observing the comic book when the trigger song is played, but never exceeds the number of panels on the currently observed pages. 3. This has been confirmed with high-speed cameras to occur in less than a millisecond. 4. The number of SCP-6085-B instances that manifest also correlates to the number of readers that have entered SCP-6085-1. 5. As well as their experience in tandem combat and taking on multiple assailants at once. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6085" by ChaosMageX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6085. Licensed under CC-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-6086 | neutralized | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page CONTENT WARNING The following article contains depictions of severe physical and psychological torture, detailed descriptions of gore, as well as eugenics and dehumanization. Read at your own discretion. 3/6086 LEVEL 3/6086 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6086 Neutralized The following documents have been first compiled on the 12th of June 1906. Since the neutralization of the anomalous entity, on the 2nd of October 1912, no changes to the document have been made, outside of transcribing the file to a digital format. Due to the above reasons, the following file is classified as archived and does not represent modern and current containment standards deployed by the Foundation. Any complaints to the Ethics Committee about actions taken toward SCP-6086 and treatment of the anomaly will not be accepted. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6086 is to be contained within a chamber that allows for easy access and movements for a human-sized entity. The door is to be compromised of heavily resistant materials and possess a viewer, that would allow for an overview of the room. The containment cell is not allowed to possess windows or similar objects. The recommended furnishment of the room is as follows: A bed, A toilet with active plumbing, A shower with a drain that cannot be removed without the usage of tools, A single table, Two chairs. The electrical lighting within the room is to be constantly on; during emergency situations, like generator malfunction, it is perfectly acceptable to turn it off. No objects that could potentially be used for self-harm or attacking others are allowed to be stored within the containment cell. If it is necessary to bring such objects into the chamber, they are to be removed as quickly as possible. The amounts of nutrients and water SCP-6086 is given fall under the jurisdiction of the lead researcher of the anomaly, for experimentative purposes. Description: SCP-6086 is a human an entity, with high biological proximity to Homo sapiens, originating from Devon, southern England. The subject is approximately 1,76 meters tall and weighs, on a daily average, 48 kilograms1 and believed to be around 71 years at the time of writing. SCP-6086, 17/07/1910 The subject possesses several anomalous qualities of unknown origin, believed to mainly originate from a supernatural growth of cells in the entity's body. As a result, SCP-6086 shows high regenerative capabilities, ranging from near-instant healing of small tissue damage, like cuts or small burns, to the regeneration of whole limbs across hours; the subject is believed to be capable of regenerating any part of its body. The increased cell growth seems to also affect both the probability of formation of cancer cells, as well as the body's natural immune system, causing an often creation of cancer clusters that quickly decay. Many superficial appendages have been found on SCP-6086's body, most likely as a result of unregulated cell division, mostly manifesting as black hard outgrowths or scaly coverings. Sections also proved the existence of multiple pseudo-organs in different parts of the body that do not serve any actual biological functions. For the manifestation of increased cell growth to occur, the body consumes a high amount of nutrients to create necessary tissues; if done in quick succession or on a large body part, it may lead to high amounts of weight loss. As a result, SCP-6086 requires high amounts of nourishment intake to keep up with the usage of fat and muscle tissues for regeneration. To support that process, the entity is believed to possess abnormal metabolism, capable of digesting material up to 20 times the normal amount for its body weight.2 The second main anomalous effect of SCP-6086 is the capability to resist biological death, resulting in superficial immortality. The limits of the effect are unknown, but the entity showed the ability to return to a state of full biological functioning after processes that would regularly end cell regeneration, and hypothetically terminate the anomaly; examples of that are decapitation, severe whole-body burns, or dissolution in strongly acidic substances. SCP-6086 cells continue to grow and regenerate without necessary requirements for such an effect to occur in a regular being; it is unknown where the entity obtains material used for regeneration in postmortem state, as the overall body mass of the SCP-6086 doesn't shrink, or even grows, compared to the pre-termination state, during such an event. It has been observed that partially or mostly destroyed cells are still capable of regeneration. Despite that, SCP-6086 still possesses a need for sleep and water and nutrient intake to be capable of high-level functioning; being deprived of those elements causes the entity to enter a catatonic stupor. While it is judged that potential effects able to bypass the postmortem regeneration may exist, it is believed that SCP-6086 is impossible to neutralize with standard and easily accessible methods. It is not known whether the entity would eventually self-terminate due to old age. Discovery of SCP-6086 SCP-6086 was found on the 2nd of June 1906 in Plymouth.3 It is believed that the entity didn't possess any living family or close friends and had been working as an independent carpenter with unregular working hours and unstable employment. The anomalous effect was discovered when a field agent, stationed in the town, observed a work accident involving SCP-6086. After an unrelated fire destroyed most of a commercial building, the entity was contracted to assist in repairs by "Parkinson and Maxwell United Restoration". Due to previously unknown structural weakness, during mentioned above day, a support column collapsed, causing grave injury to SCP-6086 and trapping it under debris. Entity succeeded in escaping from under the collapsed building, missing a leg, left hand and part of facial bone and skin, which was observed by the field agent by accident. SCP-6086 then returned to its house, located on Alvington St, where it regenerated missing body parts; the process was seen and recorded by the agent, who managed to enter the house. Foundation personnel, stationed in Site-37, was notified and a containment procedure was initiated. Due to the lack of human-like anomalous entities in the Foundation's care, no protocols for such a scenario existed and could be implemented. A crisis resolution meeting was held by the highest level Site-37 personnel to determine the course of action regarding SCP-6086. A transcript of the meeting is available in the file below. Five additional field agents had been deployed in order to contain the entity, approaching it in its house at 2 AM, on the 8th of June 1906. Assigned personnel successfully apprehended SCP-6086 through physical means and forced a state of unconsciousness, after which the being had been secured and relocated to a holding cell at Site-37. Meeting participants: General Director of Site-37: Donald Miller Assistant General Director: Joshua Bailey Research Director: Fabian Turner Security Director: Simon Ridley + Transcript of the emergency meeting 8/06/1906 - Close <BEGINNING OF TRANSCRIPT> Miller: I would like to begin this meeting by recounting what happened, to make sure we are all on the same page. Recently, in a nearby town, field agent Albert Norwin discovered a human exhibiting anomalous properties. While we highly suspected the existence of such individuals and possessed some level of proof for them, written and spoken record alike, due to lack of good information nets we never succeeded in containing such a being. Because of this, we do not currently have any protocols about dealing with such entities and cannot proceed with any action. Furthermore, due to the possible high intelligence of the anomaly, I believe we are not in the luxury of waiting for an order from our superior, so I called this emergency meeting to discuss what activity we should partake in regard to the discovered entity. Turner: Could you elaborate on what you mean by "human exhibiting anomalous properties"? Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get ahold of the reports before the meeting. Miller: The being is believed to possess the form of an older male of the labouring class, with anomalous regenerative capabilities of unknown potential. This property was directly observed by the field agent I previously mentioned. Turner: How do we know he is actually human? Miller: I'm afraid we do not have such certainty. Ridley: Any other anomalous effects we should be worried about? Miller: At the moment we have not received any information about that. Bailey: I think we should prioritize securing the entity at the highest level of priority. First human containee could prove extremely beneficial, and at the very least, a historical event. Miller: Aye. What about security protocols? Turner: I think it would be most appropriate, for safety's sake, to treat it with standard high-security containment protocols, unless a reason to do otherwise arises. Ridley: I'm afraid standard procedures might not suffice. Bailey: What do you mean? Ridley: Most containment doesn't take into account a high intelligence of the anomaly, as most contained living entities do not exhibit advanced problem-solving. I think we need to establish much harsher containment to avoid the risk of escape. Turner: What would suffice in your opinion? Ridley: At bare minimum? Reinforced doors, no windows and steel fortified walls. But if we are talking about actual proper and safe containment, I would require the stationing of guards, constant lighting, unregular meal, and isolation. Bailey: Why that? Ridley: If he is miserable, he won't be able to escape. I think such actions are warranted because of the potential threat we are facing. Bailey: Won't this have the opposite effect? Isn't cooperation the better course of action? Ridley: At best that's naive, Bailey. What you are proposing would mandate that we have to trust the anomaly, which is a concession I don't think we are ever allowed to make. Turner: I concur with Security Director Ridley. We need to prioritize the safety of the Site and the general populace over a single individual. Bailey: I don't like it. What you are describing is barbaric, sentencing a human to something like this for safety. Turner: You heard the Director — there is no proof that the entity is human. How is that different from regular anomalous objects we house? Bailey: There is also no proof that he isn't human, Fabian. A suspicion of danger doesn't warrant such treatment. Turner: The scenario in which we assume the entity is human poses a much greater risk than the one in which we assume it's not. The necessity of the reality of the situation dictates that we have to proceed with every possible safety precaution in mind. Miller: How should we handle apprehension of this being? Ridley: Given current information, few field agents might suffice in capturing it, since due to the effect of the anomaly, there is no fear of accidental termination. If they manage to temporarily neutralize it, securing it to the facility shouldn't be much of an issue. Bailey: "Temporarily neutralized"? Do you mean 'kill him'? Ridley: In a completely pointless sense, yes. Miller: I agree with what was presented by Ridley. Mauger by own doubts, we need to set aside idealistic notions and focus on reality. I will send additional reinforcements to field agent Norwin and we will secure the anomaly to the highest security standard possible. Is there anything else we should discuss? Turner: In the exigency of successful containment, I would like to reserve the position of project director for this anomaly for myself. Miller: Alright, accepted. <END OF TRANSCRIPT> Containment Log + Interrogation of SCP-6086 09/06/1906 - Close Interogatee: SCP-6086 Interogator: Doctor Fabian Turner Interogation subject: Determining basic information from SCP-6086. <BEGINNING OF TRANSCRIPT> Turner: Welcome mister Derat, I believe you were informed of the circumstances that befall you. 6086: It was mister…? Turner: Turner. Lead research director of Site-37. 6086: Mister Turner. I had been informed about what, yet the people I spoke to didn't care to tell me why. Turner: We are tasked with securing and researching abnormal phenomena, in order to assure the preservation of the human race. 6086: If that's the goal of y'all, then why attack me at my home and lock me up? Turner: All supernatural phenomena is a threat to the world and humans at large, and have to be removed from the public eye. 6086: If that's the case, why do psychics and other weird things go on? Turner: I'm afraid that psychics are in fact not real. At least all that we have investigated so far. 6086: Is that so? Well, another disappointment on the list. Going back to the topic at hand lad, if you want to help humans, then I'm a human. Turner: That is yet to be determined. Could you tell me more about the anomalous ability you possess? 6086: Never found it that strange, to be honest with ya. I just heal faster, nothin much. Small things, like when I hit myself with a hammer or a saw heal right up, bigger grow back with some time. Turner: When did you first learn of this ability? 6086: When I was still a boy, let me tall ya, maybe ten or eleven. I was sailing boats with my dad, he was a sailor, and a bloody good one. We used to go out and fish to bring some good catches back home, when you know where to look the canal had some great things to find. When we were out one time, a storm took off and we scrambled back to the shore, even kicking out all we got so we don't get pulled down. I still remember the screams of sailors on nearby boats, as the sea got to 'em. It's pretty hard to navigate as the waves hit your body and face, and winds want to knock out your lungs. We managed to dock at a beach, pretty sand for our south, ey, and got out in one piece. My dad went to get a torch back home and told me to collect the sail to dry it. Suddenly, devil's piss, the mast broke off and fell on my hand as I crouched. It was painful as three hells, but I managed to move the log and my hand was suddenly healing itself. Not really a pleasant feeling turns out, but after a few minutes, it was like new, before my dad even returned. Turner: I see… what do you think is the cause of this ability? 6086: I don't know lad, I just do. Turner: Did any family member exhibit anomalous effects? 6086: As far as I know, no. Turner: Could you tell me about your family? 6086: Dead, all of them I care 'bout. Turner: How so? 6086: The plague got'em, almost everyone went sick all of a sudden when I was thirty, me and whole town included. A horrible thing it was, only me and my father got through it. He died of dysentery a few years later doctors told me, that the plague weakened him, but I have never seen the body. Like he disappeared one day and that was that. Turner: Thank you mister Derat, that will be all. 6086: Wait for a minute young man. Now that we have all helped each other, and everything sorted, I would like to go home. Turner: I'm afraid that's not possible. 6086: Not possible my arse, you took me, you can put the ol' me back. There's no reason for me to linger here in this cramped cell. Turner: As I said before, we are tasked with securing and researching anomalous phenomena. This entails the need for study and confinement of supernatural forces, both of which are forcing us to make sure you remain at the facility. 6086: How that's fair? Turner: It isn't. It was never meant to be, we are abiding by the safest course of action. 6086: Please. Just let me die in peace, instead of this gutter. <Short pause> Turner: That will be all mister Derat. <END OF TRANSCRIPT> + Experiment log - Close Experiment #: 1 Subject: SCP-6086 Date: 11/06/1906 Lead researcher: Fabian Turner SCP-6086 had been neutralized in its containment cell using intrathecal administration of morphine; the entity showed an uncooperative attitude towards the process, requiring forceful application of the opioid. It had been moved to a secure research laboratory in order to study the regenerative capabilities of the anomaly. Using a scalpel, small parts of the skin, around 1cm2, have been removed in the chest, forearm, lower spine and inner thigh areas. The time to regenerate mentioned fragments was at around 4,5 seconds, without significant time deviancy between different regions. In the same areas, 1cm2 of muscle tissue, of similar proportions to extracted skin fragments, have been removed and regeneration was observed. The time necessary for regeneration varied by muscle type, with more complex and dense structures requiring more time; from 95,2 seconds to 193,8 seconds. This confirms, to a certain point, that regeneration of SCP-6086 isn't dependent only on the amount of cells and overall area, but more complex tissues require increased time. This was further confirmed by the removal of a part of the liver, 1cm2, which took 543,1 seconds to regenerate. The entity was returned to the containment cell within two hours and regained consciousness after another two. Experiment #: 2 Subject: SCP-6086 Date: 20/06/1906 Lead researcher: Fabian Turner Due to the possibility of opioids and other similar substances interfering with the subject's regeneration and bodily reactions, the previous experiment has been repeated without the usage of morphine or any other type of substance, which could lead to a change in biological activity. A great difference between regeneration times in drugged and not drugged subject has been exposed, up to 157% increase of speed of regeneration. The most important change was shown in the restoration of muscle tissue. Regeneration of SCP-6086 seems to also be affected by its psychological state. Strong emotions, like fear and pain, seems to increase the amount of cell generated, and by that speed of the overall process — this effect may be the reason why during unconsciousness lower regenerative capabilities were observed. In order to not create misleading data and maximize research potential, further experiments will be conducted without any sort of chemical dampeners. Experiment #: 3 Subject: SCP-6086 Date: 1/07-1/08 (1906) Lead researcher: Fabian Turner In order to determine the biological needs of SCP-6086, the entity had been left without sustenance for one month. Starting on the morning of 1/07, no meals or water had been delivered until the morning of 1/08. Every five days, starting 1/07 in order to create control data, data about regeneration would be collected by craving a patch of skin on the left scapula. After the first week, it became apparent the entity didn't require sustenance to survive, which was later confirmed during later weeks of the experiment. While a loss of weight had been noted, actual biological processes didn't show signs of slowing down and stopping, with the exception of metabolical organs, which ceased functioning. The regeneration also wasn't affected by lack of nutrient and water intake, progressing without a change of the whole duration of the experiment, on pace matching previously recorded data. SCP-6086, after the first 3 days, began showing signs of distress and intense suffering, reporting burning pain in the throat and stomach regions. The being was observed talking to an unknown, most likely imaginary, person and, most likely, trying to comfort itself by that. Attempts to escape through the door have been made without success. After day 5, the entity ceased most physical activity, spending most time laying in bed with only limited movement, activating itself only during the removal of tissue samples. The conversations persisted until day 7, after which SCP-6086 stopped exhibiting any obvious signs of being alive, excluding involuntary muscle movements, like blinking. During day 11, SCP-6086 attempted to bite a researcher, carving a piece of skin and muscle tissue from its right shoulder, during the collection of another tissue sample. Despite high levels of hunger, the entity refused to eat the flesh, instead opting to spit it out. During day 16, the researcher previously bitten by SCP-6086 had been found trying to smuggle food to the containment cell, during another tissue collection session. The researcher in question has been reprimanded and moved to another project due to interference with a research project. After day 20, the entity no longer exhibited any signs of activity, even during tissue collection the next day. In order to provide the necessary level of safety, the vitals of SCP-6086 began being checked by the medical staff every six hours; at any point of the experiment, no threat to the entity's life was detected. After the end of the experiment, 1/08, the entity was incapable of intaking nutrients on its own. Necessary amounts of sustenance were delivered using intravenous injections. Experiment #: 4 Subject: SCP-6086 Date: 2/09/1906 Lead researcher: Fabian Turner Due to SCP-6086's psychological instability, all further experiments will take care exclusively inside its containment cell; necessary equipment will be transported inside for the duration of the experiment. After recovering from 'Experiment 3', SCP-6086 had been restricted and secured to an operating table. To ensure the safety of the entity during the collection of data about the regeneration of larger body parts, the process began with smaller parts, before moving on to larger. As a control group, a 1cm2 area of skin tissue was removed on the left thigh; no deviancy in regeneration was detected. The first object removed was the distal phalanges4 of the left index finger, moving further to the entire metacarpals and previous segments on the index finger of the other hand. What is of note, is the efficiency of the body in stopping bleeding, almost instantly blocking all veins; what was observed is that the process doesn't occur by platelets, but by the growth of regular tissue matter. Later blood tests confirmed that SCP-6086's blood lacks any sort of thrombocytes. After regeneration of the left index finger was completed, the whole hand had been severed, by cutting between the carpals and forearm bone. The sensuous observation indicated that the first part of the body undergoing regeneration are the nerves, shown by the high amount of distress SCP-6086 in answer to physical contact with the regenerating limb. During further removal of the right arm, SCP-6086 didn't exhibit any signs of shock, remaining fully conscious through the whole process. Given the context of other experiments featuring the entity, it is highly possible that it is immune to such effect given its anomalous properties. Experiment #: 5 Subject: SCP-6086 Date: 15/09/1906 Lead researcher: Fabian Turner SCP-6086 has been secured to an operating table with metal straps, holding its legs above the ankle and the knee, holding its arms above the wrist and elbow. While not originally planned, additional straps had been issued over the neckline, pelvis and shoulders, due to a safety concern regarding the entity's potential thrashing. Using a scalpel, the entity's chest has been cut along the middle of the abdomen and the line between the nipple and solar plexus, forming a Y-shape. The muscle and skin tissue have been separated to give access to the chest and stomach cavities, by either folding outside or severing; unnecessary tissues located between bones have been removed using scissors. The ribs and the sternum have been removed using a bone saw. Starting from the lower abdomen, organs began being extracted, beginning with the large intestine. After no direct threat to the entity's life has been observed by the medical staff, the small intestine was also removed, together with both kidneys. What is worth noting, is that outside of pain and related forms of distress, SCP-6086 has shown no particular suffering from the removal of metabolical; data collected by the previous experiments suggest that the entity doesn't require these organs or any sort of metabolism to survive. SCP-6086 remained in a similar state even after the removal of the pancreas, stomach and liver. A significant change occurred only after the extraction of the lungs, which caused the entity to begin suffocating; cell decay in some parts of the body was observed, but the overall life of SCP-6086 wasn't in danger. After the removal of the heart, the entity entered a catatonic paralysis, on a superficial level similar to death. It remained in that state until full regeneration was achieved. What is of note, is the fact that while in this state, cell division occurred without the usage of preexisting matter, seemingly creating new cells out of nothing. Experiment #: 6 Subject: D-1231 Date: 16/09/1906 Lead researcher: Fabian Turner SCP-6086's organs have been secured in an ice-water solution5 laced with a bacterial deterrent. Due to the fact that cell regeneration seemed to not cease upon being severed from the main body, no additional steps were considered as necessary. D-1231 had been sedated using opioids and secured to an operating table. Due to a risk of death, not present while dealing with SCP-6086, the research team opted to limit the experiment to the transplant of the left kidney. The organ has been transplanted without complication, and D-1231 woke up. Upon regaining consciousness, he claimed a burning pain in the stomach and the feeling of needing to vomit; despite that, no abdominal movement that would result in the removal of matter in the stomach occurred. The effect quickly increased, described by the subject as alike to insects, eating through his body; a combination of piercing and cutting pain with tingling. D-1231 suddenly died two hours after being woken up. The autopsy revealed that the cells of SCP-6086 migrated from the kidney to the other parts of the body, as well as the organ itself grew to thrice its original size. Many cancer-like cell clusters were found in different parts of the body, slowly consuming tissues of D-1231. The death of the subjects was most likely tied to the invasion of 6086's cells to the brain. Experiment #: 7 Subject: SCP-6086 Date: 29/09/1906 Lead researcher: Fabian Turner To test SCP-6086's ability to recover from different types of bodily harm, the entity was strapped in a sitting position, giving access to its legs and arms. SCP-6086's cells seem to possess no resistance to increased temperature, be it in form of fire, metal rods, or heated gas. It is possible that the entity's body is even less heat-resistant than a regular human, due to an unknown oxidation agent that was found in the cell walls. Nonetheless, despite being mostly destroyed, as long as some form of internal organelle remains, the cell is still capable of diving and by that — regeneration. On an extreme example, a subset of cells was found able to regenerate despite up to 87% of their total mass being destroyed. On the contrary, the oxidation agent found in the cells seems to provide resistance to chemicals. The entity's cells seem to resist the breakdown of the cell walls for a prolonged time, up to 65 times the amount of time needed for a tissue matter of a regular human. The same regeneration quality was found in the tissues that were dissolved by the acid, instead of the burning; edge cases, when cell regeneration was capable of overpowering the acid were also found. Experiment #: 8 Subject: SCP-6086 Date: 12/09—4/01 (1906-1907) Lead researcher: Fabian Turner To test the limit of SCP-6086 survivability, several experiments had been conducted across the span of three months, summarized in this entry. Details about specific experiments can be accessed in the supplementary document collection. The thesis created in answer to the data collected by this experiment states, that no known, non-anomalous source is currently capable of terminating SCP-6086. What was found by multiple attempts to neutralize the entity, is that the greater the threat to its life is, the greater pushback occurs; examples of that are increased cell resistance to damage, increased speed of cell division, and in edge cases, change from '1 to 2' division type, to even '1 to 15' division. The main part that constitutes the source of the regeneration was proved to be the brain, showed most clearly by the decapitations, done between the 7th and 15th of November. In case the head was separated from the rest of the body, no attempts to regenerate a new head were made by the carcass; instead, the decapitated head grew the rest of the body back. Additionally, in case the severed body is placed directly on the place of the cut, it is possible to reattach the head in some cases. Due to the increase of resistance to damage by cells, as a threat to SCP-6086 becomes greater, the possibility of neutralization with chemical or heat agents is dubious at best. As more cells get destroyed, the overall strength of the tissues becomes durable to the extent that achieving consistent damage of over 90% is extremely unlikely. Starving the entity of oxygen seems to also not cause permanent damage, resulting in catatonic paralysis, observed in other situations where high-level functioning becomes impossible. This was tested both by drowning and perfluorobutane poisoning. As proved by 'Experiment 5', SCP-6086 can survive without possession of almost all organs in an active state, and all organs in a catatonic state. Furthermore, the removal of the brain, as written above, caused the regeneration to spur from the brain, creating the rest of the body. In the case of fractioning the brain into multiple parts, the one with the most linked tissues will begin regenerating; it is possible that the regeneration of SCP-6086 is caused by a metaphysical source. Further experiments are necessary to conclude the true nature of SCP-6086. + Site-37 Director meeting - Close Meeting participants: General Director of Site-37: Donald Miller Assistant General Director: Joshua Bailey Research Director: Fabian Turner Security Director: Simon Ridley <BEGINNING OF TRANSCRIPT> Turner: What's the point of this meeting, Bailey? I have to get done with administering the new supply line from Site-█,6which, I will remind you, you forced me to oversee. Bailey: You are. Turner: I beg your pardon? Bailey: I've gathered you to discuss the SCP-6086 research project. Turner: What's the issue? We gained some great insight throughout the last few months, I believe everything is going very smoothly. Bailey: I finally gained access to the research files a few days ago and I almost puked. Have you actually read the document, do you realize what is happening under your nose, director? Miller: Unfortunately I didn't find time, especially with Project ███████7 happening right now. <Assistant Director Bailey hands in a pre-prepared block of documents> Bailey: Have fun. <General Director Miller and Security Director Ridley begin reading the files> Ridley: I don't see an issue with the research. Doctor Turner didn't violate any safety protocols or regulations. Bailey: You don't see an issue? Here… look, here they did a live vivisection, here they kept making him swallow different types of acid to see if they could damage him inside-out. And here they literally decapitated him twenty-three times in a row, to collect data if slightly different types of cutting edges affect regeneration. Ridley: Doctor Turney was in his full competence to execute these experiments. Bailey: At best it's a violation of human rights, at the worst simple butchery. Turner: Since when are anomalies considered human, assistant director? Bailey: And even if he isn't, what does it change? Turner: Because, Bailey, then it's not a violation of anyone's rights, but prioritization of overall benefit for humanity, over the comfort of a research subject. Bailey: Comfort my arse. This is what we call not being tortured now? Turner: Can this charade be over now, director? I would be glad if I was able to return to work. Miller: I understand your concerns, Josh, Ridley is right. The experiments you showed us do not violate any statute of the Foundation. Bailey: Since when there are statutes about anomalies like that? Miller: Since we agreed on the approach to the entity at the emergency meeting. Bailey: Then what's stopping us from changing what we do? Miller: The fact that there is no need. Meeting dismissed, we have better things to do. <END OF TRANSCRIPT> + Containment Report - Close Since the first day of its containment, SCP-6086 has shown an uncooperative attitude. Despite our best effort, the entity didn't accept its reasonable confinement and the social and scientific benefit, and even necessity, of it. While highly regrettable, this has proven that an amiable approach to human-like anomalies isn't realistic and more extreme measures must be taken to guarantee the safety of the populace and the Foundation personnel. Security Director Ridley's proposal on regulating SCP-6086 mental state has proved to be highly fruitful and deterring risks related to containment of a sapient and cognitive being. While for some time after being apprehended, around four weeks, many escape attempts were observed, after maintaining a necessary amount of physical and psychological anguish, the entity seems disinterested in, on even unable to commence more security breaching actions. During most of the day, SCP-6086 is inactive, either laying in bed or sitting on the floor in an unchanging position for multiple hours. After a period of 1 to 5 hours in that state ends, the entity normally experiences a violent outburst, in most cases in form of screaming, crying, or on rare occasions, laughing. In some situations, SCP-6086 has also been observed talking to itself on seemingly random topics or reminiscing its childhood, but the frequency of this activity has decreased across containment. In response to confrontation with Foundation personnel, the entity reacts with fear, attempting to distance itself from the encountered individual, in most cases, by retreating to further possible side of the cell; due to that fact, it is necessary to remove SCP-6086 from its containment by force, when required. A strong reaction to physical contact was also observed, mostly in form of tears; the entity seems to receive high amounts of anguish from human touch, no matter who commenced the action. Similarly, a fear of physical objects was also shown by the entity. The greatest reaction is found by medical items, such as scalpels, laboratory coats, cloth face protection, rubber gloves, operating tables, or any other similar items that draw even loose similarity to medical equipment. To conclude: I consider the 6086 research project as a success. The described approach allowed us to gain vast amounts of scientific data while minimizing potential risks. I believe that the accession of generalized policy tested in SCP-6086 containment should be used in response to other human-like anomalies. SCP-6086 research project leader Doctor Turner Bailey-Rosen Proposal Preliminary reading Due to the importance of context in the following proposal, preliminary files have been attached. Readers are strongly advised to familiarize themselves with them, before proceeding further. + Proposal meeting - Close Meeting participants: Assistant General Director:8 Joshua Bailey Overseer: O5-█ <BEGINNING OF TRANSCRIPT> <O5-█ sets up a pocket alarm clock and leaves it on the table> O5-█: You have time until the C59 meeting starts, make it count. Bailey: As you probably know from the brief I sent, I'm Micheal Bailey, the assistant director from Site-37. O5-█: Yes, I remember. SCP-6086 was it? Bailey: Yes. I contacted you, in part, to make a complaint about the treatment of the anomaly. O5-█: Are you sure this is the right channel for it? Procedures about regular containees are below the level of my responsibilities. Why didn't you try a more… suitable approach? I can imagine getting into contact with me wasn't easy. Bailey: I did, of course, I did, but at best I was kindly rejected, at worst ridiculed. O5-█: Then why are you choosing to pursue it? Bailey: I don't believe this is a simple matter of a single anomaly, what we are creating with SCP-6086 is a precedent for year, nay, decades to come. What we did and will do about this… person is going to affect the Foundation to a level that most are ignorant of. O5-█: I understand what you mean, but why do you consider what the research team has done to be wrong? Bailey: It's creating a narrative of "us against them", anomalies being treated as an enemy. It will create a hostile atmosphere of distrust, where we are seen as the objective villain, where those who might come to us willingly will be righteously scared to do so. O5-█: Aren't we already the antagonist to many? What is the difference here? Bailey: A moral one, ma'am. O5-█: Elaborate. Bailey: We are exhibiting grave violence against it for questionable benefit, without pursuing other options. We are choosing to be evil, not after being good has failed, but as the first option of the table. I'm not naive or idealistic enough to think we can always be the moral judicator, but I believe it's our obligation to be a fair one. Morally repugnant acts instead of the last resort are becoming the starting point, a position when not the one who seeks the extreme has to convince everyone, but the one that does not. O5-█: Aren't there risks with a more lax attitude? Bailey: Of course. But isn't it always the case in our, especially your, line of work? Balancing risks, walking the line between what we can do and must do? O5-█: Please restrict yourself to factual arguments. Bailey: Of course. What I meant to say is that risk itself isn't a valid metric to make a decision, it should be used to create a context to other possible options to allow us to decide which we are able to take — whatever we are in privilege to partake in the more morally acceptable approach, or are forced into the immoral one. There are certainly situations where a radical option has to be explored, but it is definitely not always the case. O5-█: And in SCP-6086's situation? Bailey: I think the lightest possible way to describe it, is as a gross misjudgement from Site-37 staff, a miscalculation of risk that they do not want to admit and amend. And, even worse, is impossible to amend by now. O5-█: Elaborate. Bailey: While regular anomalies can be subject to any containment without inherently affecting it, live or human anomalies are subject to change based on their treatment. Treatment of SCP-6086 left a psychological mark that destroyed who mentally was before incarceration, which we cannot reverse. O5-█: What would you want to be done in regards to the treatment of such anomalies? Bailey: Main problem, I believe, is the lack of existing infrastructure to handle such problems. After the failure at the point of contact, at Site-37, no additional steps were able to be taken, other than appealing to the director board of the site, which already reached a consensus. If a wrong decision is made in any other department, research, logistics, containment, or any other, the next step would be to bring the issue to a suitable department, where they would consider the complaint, and if necessary, take the steps to amend the problem. While in SCP-6086's case, no institution where one could appeal exists, and other departments are unable to do anything, because, from their perspective, no violation occurred — the anomaly is safely contained and properly researched, technically no problem exists, because it's not a utilitarian one, but moral. On the other hand, other Foundation facilities also are incapable of any actions, because they are now allowed to facilitate control outside of the jurisdiction of their site. O5-█: So, to reiterate, you are saying that the current system of organization isn't ready to facilitate moral dilemmas? Bailey: Yes ma'am. O5-█: Then what are you suggesting? Bailey: I would like to propose the creation of an independent council that would oversee moral questions of the Foundation. O5-█: What authority would this 'council' hold? Bailey: Highest possible. Full access to information, full control over all research projects and containment procedures, if necessary. Just below the O5 council, an advisory body of sort. O5-█: I have to inform you, that due to security reasons, you or anyone who worked with you on this proposal in a significant way, will not be allowed to be on this council if the bill passes. Bailey: I and my collaborators are aware of that. O5-█: Good. It's quite a radical thing you are proposing. Bailey: I know. Otherwise, it wouldn't have a point, an institution that claims to enforce morality but has no way to do so. <The alarm clock goes off> O5-█: That would be it. I will contact you later this week, if the idea is well received, you will be asked to create a formal proposal in writing, which will be reviewed by the O5 council. Be prepared to provide necessary information at a moment's notice. <O5-█ leaves the room> <END OF TRANSCRIPT> + Interview of SCP-6086 researchers - Close Meeting participants: Researchers: Doctor Fabian Turner Thomas Rosen Overseer: O5-█ <BEGINNING OF TRANSCRIPT> O5-█: Please state your credentials for the record. Turner: I'm doctor Fabian Turner, a level four clearance. I'm the research director for Site-37 and current research project leader of SCP-6086, SCP-████ and SCP-████,10 as well as a board member for the British subsection of the Logistic Department. I oversaw the Project ███████11 and the creation of procedures regarding containment of the first human-like anomaly. Rosen: I'm Thomas Rosen, level two clearance. I was a part of the research team working with SCP-6086 until I was dismissed and moved to another project, mainly SCP-████,12 for what was described as an obstruction in research. O5-█: Describe the events that lead to your dismissal. Rosen: I was moved to the SCP-6086 project because of my experience as a surgeon, which was seen as useful, given the nature of planned experiments. I was moved at the beginning of experiment number three, where I joined the medical staff overseeing the entity's health. My job was to collect samples, like skin fragments, by forcefully removing them from the entity's body. The experiment was testing how it responds to highly hostile conditions, like starvation, dehydration, lack of proper sleep cycle, and similar — I was tasked with monitoring whether the entity's regeneration is affected by those things. I was dismissed because I was caught trying to give food and water to SCP-6086. O5-█: Explain the reasoning of this action. Rosen: I felt it was wrong. Really wrong. We were basically torturing him for a potential hypothesis, we still are. I knew I couldn't do anything about it, so I did the only thing I thought I could. I don't think anyone should be allowed to do such things, it goes against human decency. Even the Hague Convention banned such actions. O5-█: Researcher Rosen. We are neither a nation, nor at war, nor is it confirmed that SCP-6086 is a human. And, even more important, we didn't take part in the Hague Convention and signed it. We are not regulated by international law that we actively don't decide to be regulated by. Doctor Turner, could you provide your perspective? Turner: Of course. Every action that was taken by me, relating to SCP-6086, hasn't in any capacity breached Foundation regulations that existed at the time or now. I was in my right to choose such a course of action and, what's even more important I delivered impeccable results. Since containment of the entity, no risks of escape were presented by it and we gained great insight into the inner-workings of the anomaly. O5-█: And the question of morality? Turner: I believe morality has no place in a discussion like this. Our work is too important to dwell on such fickle subjective things, and instead, we should prioritize the objective benefits. There is nothing to gain from treating anomalies with pointless care, and so, we shouldn't do it — it's a waste of both physical resources and personnel, as well as time. O5-█: How would you describe the current state of the SCP-6086? Turner: Easy to control. O5-█: How would you respond to the allegation that your treatment of the anomaly irreversibly damaged its mental ability? Turner: Since the mental state of SCP-6086 possesses no effect on its overall anomalous qualities, it can be ignored, as the research is not influenced by it. There is no difference between it being able to do advanced mathematics and recite poetry, and a complete coma. O5-█: Researcher Rosen? Rosen: Yes? O5-█: Please give me your perspective on the presented issue. Rosen: Even if the anomaly is not directly linked to the mental capacity of SCP-6086, the possibilities regarding it are still limited by its cognition — lack of proper communication for example makes it impossible to extract information from him. Turner: All necessary interrogations were conducted before actions that could lead to damaging it. Rosen: And nonetheless, all data that it still might have or will have is now fully unavailable, like descriptions of its internal state. You described possible metaphysical aspects to SCP-6086, it might be impossible to research it without his input. Turner: Baseless hypothesis. Rosen: How do you know that? You keep prioritizing 'research benefits' only when it suits you and ignoring them when they don't conform to your actions. O5-█: That will be all. You are dismissed. <END OF TRANSCRIPT> Proposal summary The following proposal advocates for the creation of an independent Foundation department, called "The Ethics Committee". The TEC would primarily work as an advisory body to the Overseer Council and would possess all necessary resources to fulfil their duties to the highest degree possible. All members of the Ethics Committee would be chosen internally through a voting process, requiring full approval of the governmental body called "The Internal Council". No member of the Ethics Committee can be removed from the office by a force other than the ITC. If one is chosen to be a member of the TEC, they are to abandon all current tasks and as quick as it's possible and join the designated board. Membership to the Ethics Committee is not disputable and not dependent on the willingness of the chosen individual. After serving 10 years in the Ethics Committee, a member can choose to retire at any given time. If such an action is taken, the individual in question is to be removed from the Foundation's chain of command through a standard retiring procedure; reinstituting former board members as Foundation personnel is not allowed. The job of the Internal Council is to regulate the internal violations of the Foundation's and the Ethics Committee's rules and remove any member abusing power given by them by the institution. The governmental body overseeing violation outside of the Ethics Committee is the "Morality Council". The job of the MC is to oversee and review all Foundation activity to determine the best acceptable course of action. All members of the Ethics Committee are automatically given the 5th level of clearance upon joining the council, providing them full access to all information about past and future conduct of the Foundation, that can be safely viewed. If a violation is observed, a member of the Morality Council will be sent to inform the personnel in question of the transgression. If no proper action is taken within a reasonable time period, chosen by the deployed member of the Morality Council, the Ethics Committee can enforce its ruling using all means necessary. All future actions taken by Foundation personnel of a potentially ambiguous moral background, have to be approved by the Morality Council before proceeding. OVERSEER VOTE SUMMARY STATUS APPROVED Ethics Committee Directive Following the creation of the Ethics Committee, a verdict about SCP-6086 and personnel related to the anomaly was discussed by the members of the Morality Council. The information presented by the Directive isn't exclusive and only concerns matters explicitly stated. All personnel mentioned are not cleared of all charges and affairs not expressed can be grounds for future prosecution. The Directive isn't available for appeal and can be used as grounds for other legislations for the next 30 years. As the first verdict given by the Ethics Committee, we wanted to express special care in the handling of the case of SCP-6086. Over the past months, we performed a scrupulous investigation into the entity and all related matters and conducted over 32 interviews of personnel that took part with SCP-6086 containment and research. The first matter that the Council decided upon, was the fact whatever SCP-6086 can be considered as human. The arguments for the human status are as such: The entity possesses a physical appearance indistinguishable from a human, outside of laboratory study. The entity, prior to containment, lived as a human and partook in human society. The entity's mind is believed to function indistinguishable from a human; no deviances were found across its containment. The entity considers itself to be human. While the arguments for the lack of human status are as such: The entity's whole existence is dependent on the anomaly; the underlying biology of the entity is formed by the anomalous effect. The anomaly is an inherent part of the entity, instead of an outside effect. Accepting all of these statements as true, we came to the conclusion that SCP-6086 is not human, and cannot be considered as such in future documents and legislation. Nonetheless, the question that comes after this verdict is what is the consequence of SCP-6086 not being human. As it stands today, no regulations regarding the containment of humans exist, and SCP specimen, but since the verdict states that the entity is not human, that has proven to be of no consequence for this case. Instead, regulations regarding the containment of live specimens will be used. Outside of specific legislations, the set standard of procedures has been set as "enough of care to guarantee the survival of the contained entity". Given that basis, the treatment of the SCP-6086 has not been a violation of any set standard. Because of that, any actions that were taken by doctor Fabian Turner during the research and confinement of the entity cannot be used as a basis for any disciplinary action. On the other hand, researcher Thomas Rosen has also been cleared of all charges. While breaking legislation, the action of researcher Rosan possessed no threat to the safety of the site, civilians, or Foundation personnel, and possessed no to low threat to experiment conducted. The reasoning of his conduct was seen as valid and the measure itself to be done in concern of the benefit of the Foundation. Due to concerns of many members of Foundation personnel, SCP-6086 will be removed from Site-37 and future research will commence at Site-17; additionally, doctor Fabian Turner will be removed from the SCP-6086 research project and adequate personnel will be assigned at Site-17. Containment Update During relocation to Site-17, SCP-6086 was being moved to the United States Eastern Coast, more specifically Boston, via a cargo ship "Trelawney". For the duration of the travel, SCP-6086 was confined to a room on Deck 2 of the ship, with the door being locked. Due to previous experiences with the entity, no other means of security were present directly next to it. Via unknown means, when the ship was already 450 nautical miles away from the nearest coast, the entity broke the lock, fully removing it from the door, as well as the upper door hinge, and proceeded to try to escape. The entity was soon seen by a Foundation staff and security was informed. Due to the potential risk of SCP-6086 jumping off to the ocean, all access to the outside deck was blocked by armed personnel; it is unknown, what the consequences of such a proceeding would be — while it may be possible that it would survive this and eventually return to the coastline, or become trapped at the ocean floor, the retrieval of SCP-6086 would most likely be impossible. As the security began moving closer into the decks and cutting of travel routes, the entity began moving downward, towards the cargo compartment. While the personnel was cutting off the access to all upper decks, using the fact that it moved into the delves of the ship, the entity barricaded itself in the cargo haul; according to the "Trelawney's" schematics, no routes off the ship exists outside of outside decks. When a security guard broke through the barricade, he encountered SCP-6086, which was waiting next to the door. Upon entering the room, the entity initiated physical confrontation; due to fear of harming the anomaly, the guard failed to pacify it and it escaped, heading to the engine room. The security guard proceeded to chase the entity. With three other guards joining the chase as well along the way, SCP-6086 was eventually cornered, at which point it was observed falling into the engine of the ship. It is unknown whether this was a purposeful attempt at suicide or an accident. The entity came into contact with engine pistons, dismembering, ripping or crushing most tissues in its body. At the same time, it began regenerating its body, resulting in tissues constantly rejoining and being severed. After 26 minutes of the process, the engine was turned off and slowed down to a level that allowed for the extraction of the entity. Most likely due to extreme forces present, high temperatures, excessive amounts of body mass (including additional redundant limbs and organs) and constant regeneration cycle, SCP-6086 upon being retrieved didn't regrow its body properly, instead creating an ambiguous mass of flesh. Currently, the entity weighs around 162 kilograms and is around 6 cubic meters in volume. Almost all body parts were fused with each other, but some level of motoric abilities is still present, mostly manifested by spasms of random muscles and movement of what is believed to be the mouth and the eyes. Data collected by Dr. Turner shows that reversing the process is, most likely, impossible. A small amount of cell decay was observed across the whole body. No process that could potentially stop or accelerate this effect is known. SCP-6086 will most likely fully die within 5 to 10 months. At this point, we can only hope that he is no longer conscious. Assistant Director of Site-37 Joshua Bailey Overseer Council Notice A great challenge to the Foundation was presented on the 2nd of June 1906 and many say, that this challenge was not met. The first anomaly presenting itself as a human, at least the first one we had direct confirmation of, was a milestone day for our mission, a new tide that will inevitably change the course of our organization and the world as a whole. On the 2nd of October, 1912, the anomaly known as SCP-6086 officially was designated as neutralized. The first one to be contained, as well as the first one to be lost. The existence of this entity sparked great controversy and great debates among the voices of the Foundation, and yet the horror of its demise was a topic even louder. After all, it is this being that is leading our path forward, maybe in death even more than life. As the Overseer Council, we are introducing new rules and regulations regarding human-like creatures, renamed as 'humanoid' for the sake of clarity and ease of communication. The standard created by the "Independent Biological Entity Act", by some known as IBE Act, proved to not be enough when dealing with a being that is not only biological and independent but also sapient and cognizant. The basis of secure containment has to provide not only the minimal standard for survival but a sufficient standard for life, for their circumstances. Not only the bare minimal physiological needs have to be taken into account, but psychological as well, as unnecessary harm brings more problems than benefits. What has to be stated, is that the basis for this change is that of an utilitarian background and not a moral one. All Foundation personnel are reminded that prioritizing anomalies over humanity, no matter whether they are contained or not, is strictly prohibited and a violation of the highest degree. Humanoid entities are not a group in need. Humanoid entities are not neighbours with a world in common. Humanoid entities are not victims. Humanoid entities are a threat. SECURE. CONTAIN. PROTECT. ▶ Open Footnotes ◀ ▼ Close Footnotes ▼ Footnotes 1. Its weight had fallen from 83 to 55 kilograms across the first year of containment, and then has been steadily falling at the rate of around 1,4 kilograms for the next 5 years. 2. Comparable to a human. 3. Cornwall, Great Britian 4. Together with all related tissues. 5. 3 to 7 6. Strategic data. 7. Lack of relevancy. Classified under level 4 clearance. 8. Site-37 9. 'Clearance 5'. Not an officially sanctioned term. 10. Lack of relevancy. 11. Lack of relevancy. Classified under level 4 clearance. 12. 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SCP-6087 | keter | Item #: SCP-6087 Special Containment Procedures: Currently, all known instances of SCP-6087-A are contained in individual cells located in Site-24's C-Wing, and are to receive weekly counselling sessions with Drs. Isadora Hill and Colin Eastland. All suspected cases are to be investigated by Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ('City Slickers'), with confirmed instances transported to Site-24, and Class-B amnestics administered to all witnesses. Further research into the origin of SCP-6087 is currently being undertaken by the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics. Description: SCP-6087 is an anomalous phenomenon occurring principally in western Europe, affecting children between the ages of six and twelve years old. Affected persons (designated SCP-6087-A) are characterized by an inability to exercise all forms of vocal communication. Medical analysis has revealed no physical explanation for this condition, and all attempts to reverse SCP-6087's influence (including intensive speech therapy and laryngeal transplant) have been unsuccessful. Certain behavioural patterns have been found to increase a child's susceptibility to SCP-6087. These include habitual lying, use of profanity, and general disregard for parents and authority figures. In all cases, SCP-6087's effects manifested whilst the subject was sleeping. In the immediate aftermath, most victims will experience mild to moderate throat pain, accompanied by an unpleasant taste (usually likened to that of expired meat), which may persist for days afterwards. SCP-6087-A are also subject to periodic auditory hallucinations, which typically occur whilst the subject is alone, and manifest as the sound of distant cries and moans. There are currently five known occurrences of SCP-6087-A spontaneously regaining their ability to speak whilst in Foundation custody. All such incidents took place between six and eight years after entering containment, and coincided with the total cessation of auditory hallucinations. Additionally, in all cases each subject was found to speak using a markedly different pitch, tone and regional accent. Precisely when SCP-6087 first manifested is unknown, although archived documents inherited from Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal (HMFSCP)1 suggest that containment procedures were first implemented at some point in the early nineteenth century. Addendum: SCP-6087's discovery was roughly concurrent with the publication of the earliest known literary reference to the Voice-Taker (also known as Der Stimmstehler)2, a mythical character originating in western European folklore. The following is an extract from the revised edition of Of Myths and Monsters (1910) by British historian and folklorist Horace Greenblatt, which contains one of the most detailed accounts of the Voice-Taker currently in Foundation possession, provided by the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics: The Voice-Taker Modern representation of Der Stimmstehler. Depictions of the phantom known as the Voice-Taker, scourge to all wicked and unruly children, have remained remarkably consistent across the centuries. This unsightly revenant is described as a tall, festering figure wearing a thick beard made not of hair, but comprised of countless, ever-swarming flies and maggots. In life, the Voice-Taker (who is given no Christian name) is said to have been born with a mouth two sizes too big for his face, a deformity which most tellings ascribe as the imprint of his gossiping mother. Consequently, his cries throughout infancy were so loud and frequent that they caused the family cottage to shake upon its foundations, regularly keeping his parents awake well into the early hours. Fatigued and desperate, the boy's father sought the counsel of a learned cleric well versed in the craft of alchemy. The priest provided him with a rare tonic of aureate hue, once utilized by a certain unspoken sect of silent monks in the Far East. This potion, the priest assured him, would silence the boy's screams for a year and a day, allowing his parents some much-needed rest. While the cleric specified that only three drops were necessary, the boy's father, skeptical of the elixir's potency, insisted on forcing the concoction in its entirety down his son's swollen gullet. This had the unfortunate effect of rendering the child permanently mute, earning him much taunting and mockery from his peers. Years passed, and the boy was soon put to work on the family farm, until late in the winter of his nineteenth year, when his life was tragically cut short. While roaming the forest in search of firewood, he tripped and fell down an old stone well that had long ago fallen into disuse. Although his parents searched for weeks afterwards, because their son was unable to cry for help, he was never rescued, and swiftly succumbed to the elements. As his body could not be provided with a Christian burial, the Voice-Taker's spirit instead remains earthbound, and fated to spend the ages wandering the terrestrial plane. The Voice-Taker's experience has given him a strong appreciation for the value of speech, and an even stronger disdain for children who would take theirs for granted by telling lies, using swears and neglecting their nightly prayers. Disobedient youth are warned that if they refuse to correct this behaviour, the Voice-Taker will visit them in the night, whereupon they will awaken to the pungent stench of earth and decay. Upon catching gory glimpse of the maggot-bearded monster looming before them, the victim will invariably open their mouth to scream. Yet before sound can escape, the silent specter strikes, extending one bony arm down the wayward child's throat and stealing their voice away, before stuffing it into his burlap sack. Once his bag has reached its fill, the Voice-Taker deposits his stolen treasures at the bottom of the same stone well where his body now lays. On clear nights, his victims' voices (which, in their disembodied state, are capable of producing only the most primal howls and moans) may be heard as faint echoes on the wind, as if to taunt their aphonic masters. In more charitable iterations, once a duration of no less than seven years has elapsed, the fetid phantom may decide to restore articulation in one of his victims, providing they have shown exemplary behaviour in the interim. However, as this creature is noted for a tendency towards carelessness, those voices returned only seldom correspond to that originally stolen, often leading to situations where boys are erroneously gifted the voice of a girl, and vice versa. Further study has confirmed that all instances of SCP-6087-A have exhibited varying degrees of familiarity with this folk tale, suggesting that SCP-6087's effects may be infohazardous in nature. Efforts to eradicate the legend of the Voice-Taker from the European cultural zeitgeist are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Foundation precursor organization, active between 1738 and 1918. 2. Translated from German - literally, 'The Voice-Thief'. 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SCP-6087 | uncontained | Item #: SCP-6087 Special Containment Procedures: Currently, all known instances of SCP-6087-A are contained in individual cells located in Site-24's C-Wing, and are to receive weekly counselling sessions with Drs. Isadora Hill and Colin Eastland. All suspected cases are to be investigated by Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ('City Slickers'), with confirmed instances transported to Site-24, and Class-B amnestics administered to all witnesses. Further research into the origin of SCP-6087 is currently being undertaken by the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics. Description: SCP-6087 is an anomalous phenomenon occurring principally in western Europe, affecting children between the ages of six and twelve years old. Affected persons (designated SCP-6087-A) are characterized by an inability to exercise all forms of vocal communication. Medical analysis has revealed no physical explanation for this condition, and all attempts to reverse SCP-6087's influence (including intensive speech therapy and laryngeal transplant) have been unsuccessful. Certain behavioural patterns have been found to increase a child's susceptibility to SCP-6087. These include habitual lying, use of profanity, and general disregard for parents and authority figures. In all cases, SCP-6087's effects manifested whilst the subject was sleeping. In the immediate aftermath, most victims will experience mild to moderate throat pain, accompanied by an unpleasant taste (usually likened to that of expired meat), which may persist for days afterwards. SCP-6087-A are also subject to periodic auditory hallucinations, which typically occur whilst the subject is alone, and manifest as the sound of distant cries and moans. There are currently five known occurrences of SCP-6087-A spontaneously regaining their ability to speak whilst in Foundation custody. All such incidents took place between six and eight years after entering containment, and coincided with the total cessation of auditory hallucinations. Additionally, in all cases each subject was found to speak using a markedly different pitch, tone and regional accent. Precisely when SCP-6087 first manifested is unknown, although archived documents inherited from Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal (HMFSCP)1 suggest that containment procedures were first implemented at some point in the early nineteenth century. Addendum: SCP-6087's discovery was roughly concurrent with the publication of the earliest known literary reference to the Voice-Taker (also known as Der Stimmstehler)2, a mythical character originating in western European folklore. The following is an extract from the revised edition of Of Myths and Monsters (1910) by British historian and folklorist Horace Greenblatt, which contains one of the most detailed accounts of the Voice-Taker currently in Foundation possession, provided by the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics: The Voice-Taker Modern representation of Der Stimmstehler. Depictions of the phantom known as the Voice-Taker, scourge to all wicked and unruly children, have remained remarkably consistent across the centuries. This unsightly revenant is described as a tall, festering figure wearing a thick beard made not of hair, but comprised of countless, ever-swarming flies and maggots. In life, the Voice-Taker (who is given no Christian name) is said to have been born with a mouth two sizes too big for his face, a deformity which most tellings ascribe as the imprint of his gossiping mother. Consequently, his cries throughout infancy were so loud and frequent that they caused the family cottage to shake upon its foundations, regularly keeping his parents awake well into the early hours. Fatigued and desperate, the boy's father sought the counsel of a learned cleric well versed in the craft of alchemy. The priest provided him with a rare tonic of aureate hue, once utilized by a certain unspoken sect of silent monks in the Far East. This potion, the priest assured him, would silence the boy's screams for a year and a day, allowing his parents some much-needed rest. While the cleric specified that only three drops were necessary, the boy's father, skeptical of the elixir's potency, insisted on forcing the concoction in its entirety down his son's swollen gullet. This had the unfortunate effect of rendering the child permanently mute, earning him much taunting and mockery from his peers. Years passed, and the boy was soon put to work on the family farm, until late in the winter of his nineteenth year, when his life was tragically cut short. While roaming the forest in search of firewood, he tripped and fell down an old stone well that had long ago fallen into disuse. Although his parents searched for weeks afterwards, because their son was unable to cry for help, he was never rescued, and swiftly succumbed to the elements. As his body could not be provided with a Christian burial, the Voice-Taker's spirit instead remains earthbound, and fated to spend the ages wandering the terrestrial plane. The Voice-Taker's experience has given him a strong appreciation for the value of speech, and an even stronger disdain for children who would take theirs for granted by telling lies, using swears and neglecting their nightly prayers. Disobedient youth are warned that if they refuse to correct this behaviour, the Voice-Taker will visit them in the night, whereupon they will awaken to the pungent stench of earth and decay. Upon catching gory glimpse of the maggot-bearded monster looming before them, the victim will invariably open their mouth to scream. Yet before sound can escape, the silent specter strikes, extending one bony arm down the wayward child's throat and stealing their voice away, before stuffing it into his burlap sack. Once his bag has reached its fill, the Voice-Taker deposits his stolen treasures at the bottom of the same stone well where his body now lays. On clear nights, his victims' voices (which, in their disembodied state, are capable of producing only the most primal howls and moans) may be heard as faint echoes on the wind, as if to taunt their aphonic masters. In more charitable iterations, once a duration of no less than seven years has elapsed, the fetid phantom may decide to restore articulation in one of his victims, providing they have shown exemplary behaviour in the interim. However, as this creature is noted for a tendency towards carelessness, those voices returned only seldom correspond to that originally stolen, often leading to situations where boys are erroneously gifted the voice of a girl, and vice versa. Further study has confirmed that all instances of SCP-6087-A have exhibited varying degrees of familiarity with this folk tale, suggesting that SCP-6087's effects may be infohazardous in nature. Efforts to eradicate the legend of the Voice-Taker from the European cultural zeitgeist are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Foundation precursor organization, active between 1738 and 1918. 2. Translated from German - literally, 'The Voice-Thief'. 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SCP-6088 | keter | Item #: SCP-6088 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents embedded within the National Aeronautics and Space Administration are to periodically search through all stored records and check for signs of SCP-6088. In the event of a positive identification, the contaminated record is to be temporarily sealed and monitored until the phenomenon abates. Description: SCP-6088 is a phenomenon in which written records pertaining to NASA's Voyager program are spontaneously altered to include reference to a fictitious Herald space probe. These alterations are relatively minor, consisting of at most a single paragraph, but details described are consistent across occurrences. Alterations caused by SCP-6088 are believed to persist only for a short amount of time — the longest observed alteration lasting only six hours. Alterations caused by SCP-6088 most often consist of brief and macabre references to Herald as a counterpart to Voyager, usually replacing Voyager 2 in descriptions. Even in cases where they are not outright replaced, mentions of Voyager 2 are often excised during SCP-6088. No records to date have explicitly described the supposed purpose of Herald, and what information is provided does not give any wider context. Mentions of a 'Black Accusation' — a presumed counterpart to the Golden Record carried by Voyager 1 and 2 — are also included in a number of SCP-6088 alterations. Addendum 6088-1 (Alteration Log) The following is a curated log of records altered by occurrences of SCP-6088. A full archive is available upon request. "The director prefers Herald for the name — he thinks it suits the intended purpose quite nicely, and I agree." Source: Internal NASA memo. Original Text: "The director likes Voyager for the name — he thinks it suits the project quite nicely, and I have to agree." Writer: Jonathan Cunningham, former project scientist for Voyager. "[12m02s] Brazen Bull audio demonstration w/ volunteer Tom Hendrick. [09m19s] Kia quen audio demonstration w/ volunteer Hank Cotton. [03m51s] Schwedentrunk audio demonstration w/ volunteer Greta Harlister (requires re-record)." Source: Manifest of audio content kept on Voyager's Golden Record. Original Text: "[03m06s] Beatles' Here Comes The Sun (Have to wait for EMI to get back to us on this.)" Writer: Unclear, no author listed on manifest. "I've been reading over the records you want compiled onto the Accusation. The majority I would agree with, but the current Turkish government doesn't recognize what happened in Armenia as a genocide. Diplomatically, can we really include it?" Source: Internal NASA memo. Original Text: "Thank you for the update. I've looked over the figures myself, but I'd feel reassured if you were to go over them one more time. Better safe than sorry, you understand?" Writer: Edward C. Stone, former project scientist for Voyager. "Voyager and Herald, brothers of the century, set off from Earth in opposite directions — one to sing of humanity's future, the other to warn of its past. Only one yet reached a destination." Source: Internal document summarizing the history of the Voyager project. Original Text: "Voyager 1 and Voyager 2, brothers of the century, set off from Earth — both of them sailing on a journey that we will never know the end of." Writer: Ogden Green, employee of NASA's History Division. "Recall. Voyager. Herald. Voyager. Herald. Voyager. Herald. If we are ourselves blameless, then by what metric can we be forgiven?" Source: Note written below a report on probe integrity. Original Text: Not one-hundred percent on this — further tests before next deadline, please! Writer: 'John Oscar Herald'. NASA employee records do not list any current or former member of staff under this name. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6088" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6088. Licensed under CC-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-6089 | safe | Item#: 6089 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Site-132 chapel prior to SCP classification Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6089 is self-contained within Site-132. NOTICE: By request of the Site Director, personnel are not to pray near SCP-6089. Pending review, Site-132 Researcher and Chaplain Dr. Josiah Lopez has suggested building unique chapels for the various faiths reflected by Site-132 staff. Description: SCP-6089 designates the former Site-132 chapel. As of 06/21/2019, the chapel is surrounded by an impenetrable barrier, which prevents entry or exit. Every Sunday at 9:33 AM, two humanoid entities materialize within the chapel. The first entity (resembling former staff Mark ████████) is seated on the front row facing the altar; the second entity is directly in front of it. The first entity then approaches the second and assaults them. Both entities fight each other. After several minutes, the second entity falls to the ground, with the first standing over their body. Both entities then look to the ceiling. Shortly after, the chapel becomes engulfed with flames, and will burn for an indeterminate amount of time. Note that noises and smells associated with fire burning are absent. Sounds, including banging, groaning, beeping, and ringing emanate from the chapel; the sounds are unique with each event. A sample is included below: The frequency of sounds increases if personnel pray near SCP-6089. These sounds cease when the chapel stops burning. At 9:30 AM the following Sunday, SCP-6089 is restored to its original state. Addendum: Prior to 06/21/2019 and SCP designation, an individual desecrated an idol placed within the chapel. The former staff, Mark ████████, was terminated after security footage identified him as the perpetrator. Due to related altercations, religious services in Site-132's East Wing are forbidden. UPDATE: Site-132 has been notified that interpersonal religious concerns should be escalated to local Ethics Committee officials and/or HR Department for investigation. |
SCP-6090 | esoteric-class | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page SCP-6090 - Therianthropy Virus I hope you enjoyed reading all 28.1K words of the narrative! Please give this SCP an upvote if you did. Read the Author Post in Discuss for: F.A.Q. (with Spoilers). Art Tips for drawing Therianthropes. Fan Art received so far. Detailed Licensing Info. And more! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ChaosMageX ChaosMageX Click the Info Bar i above for more info! Once upon a time we ruled over all. Our Queen and her Sister stood so tall. But then Our Queen's Sister would have the gall, To embrace the lesser beneath us all. She loved both Mortals and all of Nature, So Our Queen twisted their forms to mock her. Turning Nature into weapons for us. Making it so wondrously dangerous. Even now, we can wield her power still. We can bend all of Nature to our will. Even these tiny organic machines, Spread Our Queen's curse by their infectious means. Turning men to beasts is only the start. We won't stop 'til we've reclaimed Our Queen's Heart. Even now Mortals still use its power, To run a Factory so vile and dour. Someday we'll bring it all crashing down. Then Our Queen will rise and reclaim her crown. Knowing who we are does nothing for you. Get in our way again, and you'll fall too. — The Mabbites Item#: 6090 Level2 Secondary Class: florgalana Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo SECURITY BREACH 2021-06-14 A remote attempt was made to modify this file. An infohazard was conceptually attached. Attempts to remove it are still ongoing. Full Moonlight is a cognitohazard for both SCP-6090-A and SCP-6090-B instances. Item #: SCP-6090 Special Containment Procedures: All infected non-human organisms will henceforth be referred to as SCP-6090-A instances. SCP-6090-A instances are to be kept in standard animal containment units. All contact between SCP-6090-A instances and non-infected animals is strictly prohibited without approval from a researcher with Level 3 or higher clearance. All contact is to be closely monitored at all times; all safeguards are to be taken to prevent bleeding injuries or any other potential methods of bodily fluid contamination. If contamination does occur, the potentially infected individual is to be immediately given medical aid, administered analgesics2, and observed for no less than one hour. All SCP-6090-A instances are to be prevented from exposure to light from a full moon3, outside of experiments authorized by a researcher with Level 3 or higher clearance. Any SCP-6090-A instance that is exposed is to be guarded and closely monitored for any attempts to breach containment. All contact with exposed SCP-6090-A instances is strictly prohibited and any exposed SCP-6090-A instances that breach containment are to be terminated immediately. SCP-6090-A instances that exhibit excessive aggressive behavior outside of exposure are to be euthanized if deemed a threat to Foundation personnel. All infected humans will henceforth be referred to as SCP-6090-B instances. To preserve the Veil of Secrecy, all SCP-6090-B instances are to be relocated to domiciles within anomalous communities under the terms of F.A.C.T.4, unless Foundation containment is deemed necessary and permitted under its exception clauses. All SCP-6090-B instances within the Foundation, contained or employed, are to be provided with appropriate amenities for their unique physiology, in addition to standard humanoid amenities. SCP-6090-B instances contained by the Foundation are to be prevented from exposure to light from a full moon outside of experiments authorized by a researcher with Level 3 or higher clearance. SCP-6090-B instances employed by the Foundation are strongly advised to avoid exposure to full moonlight. Any SCP-6090-B instance that is exposed will be provided with any necessary mood suppressing medications, to be determined on an individual basis, and receive a psychological intervention if appropriate. Description: SCP-6090 is a zoonotic blood-borne virus with universal tropism, known to affect all organisms in the phylum Chordata,5 though its effects are noticeably different in humans. The virus can only spread by direct bodily fluid contamination, and is only viable for up to 24 hours outside of a living host. The infection rate varies widely depending on the method of transmission and the species involved in the transmission. SCP-6090 is incurable in all cases. As of new findings made during and after Incident-6090-1, SCP-6090 can be cured in humans via an injection derived from venom produced by SCP-6090-B instances with infection source species in the genus Crotalus. This venom has been found to contain specialized toxins and oils that specifically target SCP-6090. SCP-6090-A instances display no physiological changes or anomalous behavior, except when exposed to the light of a full moon. Any exposed instance will display increased aggression and anti-social behavior towards all other organisms. It will be compelled to seek out and attack humans in particular, even if it has had no prior human contact. When an SCP-6090-A instance fails to find humans after a varying length of time, or if it is in a situation that would not viably allow access to humans, it will instead proceed to seek out other animals to infect, usually its own species or species it typically preys upon. When an animal is infected with SCP-6090, the virus seems to take on a template of parts of that animal's DNA. When an SCP-6090-A instance infects an animal of a different species, another new variant of the virus is created, with a new template fitting the DNA of the new SCP-6090-A instance. The sole exception to this is humans. When an SCP-6090-A instance infects a human, their variant's template overrides parts of the human's DNA with that of the animal species, transforming them into an SCP-6090-B instance. This transformation occurs extremely rapidly, taking no longer than 11 minutes. The mechanisms behind how SCP-6090 achieves this and why it affects humans differently are not fully understood, though current findings show that it integrates itself with human cells, becoming something akin to a new organelle within them. SCP-6090-B instances are polymorphic entities with the ability to shape-shift, hereby referred to as Therianthropes. They can alter at will their physiology between a humanoid form and a specimen of the animal species that infected them. However, humans that become infected with SCP-6090 cannot return to their original non-anomalous human form. They typically have two forms which they are able to shape-shift between upon getting infected, though other intermediary forms may be obtained with practice: Base Form: The humanoid form and the one that new SCP-6090-B instances assume upon infection. The body is almost entirely human, except for a functional animal tail attached at the coccyx, and an animal-like head, also known as Theriocephaly.6 SCP-6090-B instances have been found to have enhancements to their senses7 and internal physiology, which can vary with the infection source animal species. Experiments with these enhancements are still ongoing, with investigations into their possible application to create specialized MTFs and field agents. Feral Form: The animal form, which is virtually indistinguishable from a specimen of the animal species that infected them. The only time it becomes apparent that this is an SCP-6090-B instance is when it shape-shifts its head to the same Theriocephaly physiology of its Base Form, or shape-shifts the extremities of its forelimbs to bear physiological similarities to human hands. This can happen involuntarily when an instance engages in simple human activities while in this form, such as talking or manipulating objects designed for humans. Other Forms: With practice, an SCP-6090-B instance can partially shape-shift its Base Form to possess further physiological traits of its Feral Form, beyond its head and tail. Nails: The most commonly seen and easily attainable of this polymorphism is shape-shifting the nails of its extremities to possess a similar structure and properties to the equivalent claws, talons, hooves or other digit endpoints of their infection source animal species, including replicating the sub-unguis layer not present in human nails. Skin: The second most common polymorphism is the ability to produce the same fur, scales, feathers or other skin growths of its infection source animal species over the skin of specific dermatomes or the entire body. Advanced: More advanced polymorphism, which involves alterations to its underlying musculature and skeletal structure to create hybrid structures between human and its infection source species, is possible, but has been rarely observed, implying that extensive practice is needed to attain it. The most common amongst the limited observations is alteration of its leg structure to more closely resemble the hind limbs of its infection source animal species. Upon infection, SCP-6090-B instances gain a natural proficiency for operating their Feral Form and shape-shifting into it with minimal conscious effort. SCP-6090-B instances also gain new instincts and behaviors specific to their infection source species, but these are not particularly compulsive or overpowering. In the case of some infection source species, some of these new instincts and behaviors may also manifest in the instance's Base Form, but to a much lesser extent than in its Feral Form. As of new findings made during and after Incident-6090-1, it is theorized that SCP-6090-A instances of anomalous animal species pass on their anomalous traits to all SCP-6090-B instances they infect. This has been demonstrated with an infected instance of SCP-3577. Further experimentation with other anomalous animal species and SCP-6090 is still pending approval. When exposed to the light of a full moon, SCP-6090-B are also compelled to spread SCP-6090 to other humans, though the compulsion is usually subtle and can be resisted easily. Most instances tend to describe it as "an itch [it] can't scratch," though for some resistance is more difficult, requiring mood altering medication and psychological intervention. Investigation is still ongoing into possible correlations between an instance's level of compulsion and its personality and overall mental stability outside of full moonlight exposure. Addendum: New findings obtained during Incident-6090-1 have led to the potential discovery of the origins of SCP-6090. It is now theorized to be an ancient bioweapon created by the Fae to act as a carrier for a Fae Curse. Investigations into this theory are still ongoing, and include the possibility that some inhabitants of the place that may only be described are actually SCP-6090-B instances. It is also possible that the Shakespeare play, A Midsummer Night's Dream, may in fact be the last remnant of a Test Log for SCP-6090 and other Fae-created chemical and biological weapons, with the character Nick Bottom being a test subject for SCP-6090 infection. WARNING: INCIDENT-6090-1 FILES ARE LEVEL 3/6090 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THESE FILES WITHOUT LEVEL 3/6090 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. _ + Enter Level 3 Credentials to Proceed...- Verified! Retrieving Incident-6090-1 Data... WARNING: SECURITY PROTOCOLS 6090-1: CODENAME RAPPORT Incident-6090-1 Logs are to be kept as unaltered as possible, in order to assist Foundation Psychologists, Field Negotiators and other personnel in containing PoI 6090-4342, Sandra Collins, SCP-6090-B-4342. ANY ATTEMPT TO ALTER THESE FILES WITHOUT PROPER AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Section 1: GoI-466 Correspondence: + Document-6090-466-1 - Close Document Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Correspondence Sent By: Dr. Randall Davies Recipient(s): Logan Wessler Date: 05/26/2021 Logan, I trust you've arrived at the Clarita Longhorn Cattle Ranch by now. Please brief me on just how bad their coyote situation is. We need to know as quickly as possible if it could be another time travel situation, especially given all the weirdness that happens around Marfa after that one incident the Supervisors won't tell us much about. If that town wasn't weird enough before, it's certainly more so now. You'd think they'd realize their tight lips about stuff like this only works against our efforts. Dr. Randall Davies Safari Randy Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Sent By: Logan Wessler Recipient(s): Dr. Randall Davies Date: 05/27/2021 Tell me about it! Especially with all the Alaskan critters still running around and messing up the local ecosystem. Been years and we still haven't gotten that bit completely under control yet. Anyway, there's definitely more yotes out there than there should be, at least a few dozen, but we can't be sure they're the time-hopping kind til we've trapped a few. Spent the day looking round, asking round, and tracking them down. Yotes have been running round the ranch like they own the place, but things got really crazy last night. We were all out in the twilight, trying to catch glimpses of the super moon eclipse before sunrise. We were also trying to round up some of the yotes while doing that, when one of them broke off from the pack and charged right at us! Scary as hell! Had to blow the poor thing's head off cause it wouldn't stop trying to bite us. Might have been rabid, so I'll have to keep that in mind when trapping the rest. Hope we don't have to put down any more. Sent By: Dr. Randall Davies Recipient(s): Logan Wessler Date: 05/28/2021 Logan, Understood. If you didn't damage its brain too badly, please attempt to test it for rabies. Time travelling coyotes would be bad enough, but time travelling coyotes retroactively spreading rabies around would be even worse. Keep me posted on the situation as often as possible. Dr. Randall Davies Safari Randy Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Sent By: Logan Wessler Recipient(s): Dr. Randall Davies, Dr. Bardolph Dalton Date: 05/29/2021 Welp……………………………. SHITS HIT THE FAN NOW. Turns out these are definitely time hopping yotes, and they are definitely infected, but with something much worse than rabies. Rabies woulda been bad, but it don't BREAK THE VEIL like the WERE-VIRUS does. One of the ranch hands, Sandy Collins, woke up with a yote head and tail, and I ain't talking godfather style here. Her morning screams woke the whole house up. Had to spend most of the day calming her down. Finally went back and checked our notes after supper, and sure enough there are now copies of them with extra notes about extra yotes. Lucky we also had video of the scene, because of the eclipse. Went back to look at it and yeah, there was a 2nd video file, and it showed 4 crazed yotes coming at us this time. Put them all down, but one got lucky and managed to bite Sandy, and her changes are on that video too. I've forwarded this whole chain to Bard as well. Hopefully he can get his fluffy tail down here and help handle this situation. Sent By: Dr. Randall Davies Recipient(s): Logan Wessler, Dr. Bardolph Dalton Date: 05/29/2021 Logan, Thank you for contacting Dr. Dalton, as I would have if you hadn't, but I wholeheartedly agree with your initial statement. I'm going to gather up as many volunteers as I can and send them down your way, but this situation is now definitely way over our heads. I've already contacted the Supervisors, and the Castaways should be out there around the same time Dr. Dalton arrives with whoever else I can find. We got lucky that whatever vector gave them the Therianthropy Virus likely passed through within the last month. If it had been further back into the two years that have been altered, half the town might have woken up as Therianthropes, especially with the spectacle of a lunar eclipse causing them all to go outside and drop their guard. Wilson himself might have had to take the reins then, and he still might end up having to take them now. You and everyone else out there need to trap all of the coyotes as quickly as possible, and then examine literally every animal you see out there for coyote injuries. Do as much as you can before the cavalry arrives. I DON'T CARE WHAT IT TAKES. Deputize the entire ranch if you have to, since they're now inside the Veil of Secrecy anyway. To put it bluntly, we've just been thrown into a logistical shit storm, and it will only get worse with each Coyote Courtship that's allowed to complete. THE COYOTES ARE YOUR NUMBER ONE PRIORITY in order to keep this event from getting any worse than it already is. Dr. Randall Davies Safari Randy Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Sent By: Dr. Bardolph Dalton Recipient(s): Logan Wessler, Dr. Randall Davies Date: 05/29/2021 Logan and Randy, Yep, quite the sticky wicket we've got on our hands now. I've already phoned up some of the therians8 I know, and I'm working on getting some more to volunteer. Next full moon's a ways away, but best not to take chances. Can't get infected if you're already infected, after all! We'll be down there in just a few shakes. Keep me posted until then! Dr. Bardolph Dalton Bard the Wonder Wolf Wilson's Wildlife Solutions P.S. Hopefully this will give me a chance to catch up with Ace if the Supervisors send him down there. Sent By: Logan Wessler Recipient(s): Dr. Randall Davies, Dr. Bardolph Dalton Date: 05/31/2021 Really been booking it the last day and a half. Night and day, we've been tracking yotes down, snaring them up, and snipping their bits before we even throw them into pens. A good three dozen so far, so there shouldn't be many more out there. Here's hoping that'll nip this shit in the bud. The rest of the ranch has been checking all their animals from tip to tail for signs of bites. All except for Sandy, who naturally needed some time alone. So far we've found at least 3 longhorns, 4 fallow, and a rattler that was under the house. Got them all penned up from the rest. Will keep you posted on any more we find until the cavalry arrives tomorrow. Sent By: Dr. Randall Davies Recipient(s): Logan Wessler, Dr. Bardolph Dalton Date: 05/31/2021 Logan, I appreciate your update to the situation, and you have no idea how relieved I am to know that you're already getting everything under control. I knew I was right in picking you to lead this project. I am now in active contact with the Supervisors on more secure channels. I suggest we end this email chain before they arrive. As much as I hate how tight-lipped they are with us, this is something that we should all try to stay tight-lipped about. Dr. Randall Davies Safari Randy Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Sent By: Logan Wessler Recipient(s): Dr. Randall Davies, Dr. Bardolph Dalton Date: 05/31/2021 Can do! Just found another longhorn with a leg bite, by the way. Hope there aren't too many more needles to find in this haystack. End of Correspondence Official correspondence between Mr. Wessler, Dr. Davies, and Dr. Dalton ceased after this final message. From 5/29/2021 onward, Dr. Davies began relaying updates over closed circuit secure channels with Foundation liaisons for GoI-466. The severity of a potential retroactive mass outbreak of SCP-6090 via infected SCP-3577 instances warranted the immediate mobilization of 5 operatives of MTF Beta-4 ("Castaways") to lead the efforts, along with 4 additional Foundation General Researchers experienced in anomalous outbreaks. A road convoy of 4 Mobile Lab Trailers, 6 LAAT Trailers9 and 4 Security Support Trailers was arranged and deployed from Site-64, in order to test for SCP-6090 infection on-site, transport all SCP-6090-A instances back to Site-64, and recontain or neutralize them if they should escape en-route. Accompanying the Foundation personnel were 27 volunteers and employees of GoI-466. Amongst them were 11 instances of SCP-6090-B, including Dr. Dalton, who were required to remain in Feral Form while outside any structure controlled by the Foundation or GoI-466. The SCP-6090-B instances covertly assisted in the capture of the remaining SCP-3577 instances and wild animals suspected of being SCP-6090-A instances. The remaining volunteers assisted in testing every animal present on the Clarita Longhorn Cattle Ranch and all neighboring ranches within a 10-kilometer radius for SCP-6090, under the cover story of a potential livestock disease outbreak. After two days of investigation, it was assessed that SCP-6090-B-4342, Sandra Collins, could potentially possess the same anomalous traits as SCP-3577 instances. This is the first documented case of an anomalous animal becoming infected with SCP-6090 and then infecting a human. If confirmed, this would present an unprecedented opportunity to study SCP-3577's abilities from a perspective of sapience, as well as warrant further experimentation with SCP-6090 and anomalous animals. Clearance was obtained for a vanguard portion of the road convoy to transport SCP-6090-B-4342 to Site-64 for further questioning and testing, along with all SCP-6090-A instances captured so far. Two Foundation Researchers and Dr. Dalton accompanied it to perform an initial assessment en-route to Site-64. The reminder of the road convoy, Foundation personnel, and GoI-466 affiliates stayed at the affected area to continue the clean-up efforts. Section 2: Interview Log: + Interview Log 6090-1A - Close Document Interviewed: Sandra Collins Instance SCP-6090-B-4342, ISS: Canis latrans10 Interviewers: Dr. Evelynn Antleur, Foundation General Researcher, Level 3 Dr. Atticus Rateleken, Foundation Therianthropy Researcher, Level 3 Dr. Bardolph Dalton, Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Employee Instance SCP-6090-B-863, ISS: Canis lupus11 Foreword: Video log transcript of initial interview and testing, to attempt to determine if SCP-6090-B-4342 possesses similar retroactive reality-bending abilities to those of instances of SCP-3577. Note: Interview is being conducted while en-route back to Site-64, within a Standard Foundation Mobile Lab. Dr. Dalton and Dr. Antleur are seated opposite to SCP-6090-B-4342, with a guard stationed in a corner under standard security protocols. Dr. Rateleken is seated in another corner, as only a partial participant to the interview. <Begin Log, 2021-06-03 03:42 PST> Dr. Antleur: State your name for the record please. SCP-6090-B-4342: Sandra Collins, but you can call me Sandy. Dr. Antleur: Thank you. However, I will be addressing you by your SCP-6090-B Instance Identification Number, 4342. (Dr. Dalton softly barks and mutters quietly.) Dr. Dalton: Might as well call me 963 then. Dr. Rateleken: Heh, you really are as cold as they say. Dr. Antleur: (Sighs) And you obviously aren't taking this seriously. 4342: Umm… I really would prefer Sandy. Dr. Dalton: Well, I'll be calling you Sandy for this interview. (Dr. Dalton smiles at 4342. 4342 appears happier and its ears perk up.) Dr. Rateleken: If you really are as good as they say, Dr. Antleur, you'll treat Sandy with some respect. I know this mission hasn't been fun for you, since it seems you hate animals, but at least it's almost over for you. Dr. Antleur: My lack of an affinity for animals is not a topic of this interview. If you are quite done with this pointless banter, I would prefer to return to the actual interview. Dr. Dalton: I know we're all overtired from this non-stop road trip, but let's all try to be nice here. Dr. Rateleken: Fine. Boring conversation anyway. If it's all the same, I'll just hang back for now. I don't have any pressing questions for Ms. Collins at this time, and Bard is taking point on anything Therianthropy related. (Dr. Rateleken exchanges a smile and nod with Dr. Dalton.) Dr. Rateleken: Really, I'm just trying to kill time until we get back to Site-64, so I can more thoroughly examine the SCP-6090-A instances we've got with us, especially this little guy. (Dr. Rateleken pats a SAACU12 next to him. An audible rattle starts and speeds up.) Dr. Rateleken: First ever venomous SCP-6090-A instance recovered by the Foundation. Oh, I am excited! (Dr. Antleur rolls her eyes.) Dr. Antleur: Now, 4342, how has your overall mental state been affected since waking up as an SCP-6090-B instance? (4342 growls softly.) 4342: I think I would rather answer questions from Bard for now. Dr. Antleur: Hmph. Very well then. You may proceed, Dr. Dalton. Dr. Dalton: Heh, at least you're giving me the dignity of my name, though I get the feeling that's only because I'm on this side of the table. Dr. Dalton: Anyway, onto questions. How've you been holding up, love? (4342 looks down and reaches up to feel her face. Dr. Dalton frowns.) 4342: It still doesn't feel real. None of this does. I keep thinking any moment I'm going to wake up with my old face again, and this'll all have been some bizarre fever dream. But I've woken up five times now, more if I count my naps, and every time it's still there. It's all still there. I'll never look like myself again. (4342 shuts its eyes. Its ears droop and lips start to quiver. Dr. Dalton gently touches her other hand resting on the table.) Dr. Dalton: No worries. It'll all be alright. I promise, after this, I'll personally introduce you to a Therian Support Group. There are plenty of us out there. (4342 sniffs and moves its hand to wipe its nose, missing it on the first attempt.) 4342: Thanks. Meeting the other Therian volunteers really helped. I'm much better off than I was that first night. When exactly will this all be over? Dr. Antleur: That all depends on the results of these tests. They may warrant further tests and continued containment. SCP-6090-B-4342: And how long will that last? Dr. Antleur: Again, it depends on the results of these tests. Further testing may be required on-site. (Dr. Dalton pats 4342's hand a few times.) Dr. Dalton: If there are more tests, I'm sure they won't take long. (4342 smiles at Bard. Its ears perk back up.) Dr. Antleur: We need to determine if you possess similar retroactive reality-altering abilities as the anomalous coyote that infected you. If confirmed, we will further test the extent of your abilities. 4342: I still don't understand what any of that means. Dr. Antleur: You don't have to. Simply follow the instructions we give you. 4342: Okay. Whatever will get me out of "containment" as soon as possible. Things'll never be the same, but at least you've shown me I can still live on looking like this. Dr. Dalton: I can guarantee there will always be a place for you in Boring. We can always use more people on team WWS. 4342: Thanks, but I really hope there's one of these "Anomalous Communities" you mentioned somewhere in Texas, or at least in the Southwest. Dr. Dalton: I'm sure I could find something for you down there too. WWS has set up shop all over the place. Anomalous critters aren't limited to Oregon. Dr. Antleur: (Clears throat.) Once again, could we all please return to the actual topic of this interview? Dr. Dalton: Guess we should get on with it. Dr. Antleur: Now, 4342, are you ready to for this test? 4342: (Sighs.) I really wish you'd call me Sandy, but fine, I'm ready. Dr. Antleur: I want you to think back to a specific date you went 'window shopping' within the last two years, no earlier than June of 2019, preferably a date in the latter half of 2019. We believe older, vaguer memories may work better for this test, and doing anything in 2020 was rather… complicated, to say the least. 4342: Ugh, tell me about it! I'll be glad when that's all over too. Anyway, yeah, I think I have a date in mind, back in October 2019. Dr. Antleur: Now I want you to think of a particular item that caught your eye on that date, something that you could afford at the time and considered purchasing, but didn't. To ensure success, please try to limit it to something that would fit into that small backpack of yours. (Dr. Antleur gestures to a backpack sitting inside the chamber of a scientific scale on shock absorbers.) 4342: Yeah, there was a pair of binoculars I really wanted. A bit pricey, but I could've bought them with my credit card. I just wasn't sure how long I'd still have my job at the time. Luckily, I managed to get my contract extended. If I'd known that back then, I would've definitely bought them. Dr. Antleur: Good. Finally, did you use a cloud-based digital calendar at that time, one that you still have access to? 4342: I'm still using the same account I did back then, so yeah. Dr. Antleur: I need you to access that calendar via your phone and create a new event for that past date, specifying that you'll buy those binoculars. 4342: Heh, guess I can do that, since the app does let you add events to the past, though it all seems rather silly. Dr. Antleur: Despite what you may think, I need you to abandon those notions for the next step. Assign the highest priority you can to the event, add multiple reminders, and compose it in a way that you would have back then, with positive affirmations that you will buy those binoculars and you will be able to settle the debt. 4342: Alright, but reception's kinda spotty and we're in a metal truck trailer rolling down the road. Dr. Rateleken: Just connect to our WiFi. We have a military grade sat link, but you'll have to place your phone flat on the table so we can see its screen. Security protocols and all that. 4342: Okay, what's the password? Dr. Rateleken: [REDACTED] 4342: Heh, seriously? (4342 removes its phone from its pocket and follows instructions.) Dr. Antleur: I need you to do your best to imagine as though you're back in 2019, and you're making this entry prior to its date. 4342: Again, this is silly, and it's still a bit difficult to think back to anything before five days ago. Dr. Antleur: You still need to try. (4342 waves its hand over its face again, trying not to hit its muzzle. Dr. Dalton nods sympathetically.) Dr. Dalton: It's okay there, love. Focus on the past for now, and I'll be here when you snap back to the present. Dr. Antleur: We are simply trying to replicate as closely as possible the only documented instance of a human utilizing the anomalous abilities of SCP-3577, in order to eliminate as many uncontrolled variables as we can. 4342: Yeah, yeah, I got it. Scientific method and all that. Dr. Antleur: Try to get as excited about it as you can. The more enthusiasm the better. Think of it like you're getting yourself an early Christmas present. (4342 takes a deep breath and stares intently into its phone, angling its head so it can't see its reflection. It smiles as it begins to compose the calendar entry. It bounces in its seat a little.) 4342: Aaaand done! Now what? Dr. Antleur: Stay focused on your phone. Don't take your eyes off that event in the app. Keep concentrating on how excited you are to buy those binoculars, and everything you'll do with them once you have them, and how you'll always keep them with you. Don't stop until instructed to do so. 4342: Got it! (83 seconds pass. An alarm goes off. The backpack's weight increases by 0.8 kg.) 4342: Holy shit, it actually worked?! (The guard points his gun at the backpack. Dr. Antleur puts on a face shield and heavy duty gloves. Dr. Dalton and 4342 look confused, each tilting their head and perking one ear up.) 4342: Ummm, is all this really necessary? Dr. Rateleken: Heh, welcome to the Foundation. That extra weight could be binoculars, or it could be a hostile entity from another dimension. Luckily, I haven't seen it move, so the chances of that are steadily decreasing. Still, don't ever underestimate the possibilities, even if they're under a kilo. A face hugger probably weighs around that much. (4342 laughs, looks around the room and stops. Dr. Rateleken waves a scanner around the outside of the scale, opens the scale chamber and waves it around again. He then scoots over and checks some papers.) Dr. Rateleken: Yep, there's now a second copy of my notes! This one has a different weight for the backpack, the one on the scale now, and a pair of binoculars weighing 0.8 kilos has been added to the contents list. (Dr. Antleur pulls the backpack out of the scale chamber by its strap, waves the scanner around it, sets it down in front of the guard and slowly opens it. Each item is checked against both lists. Dr. Antleur holds the binoculars up to her eyes and adjusts them.) Dr. Antleur: It does appear to be a functional, non-anomalous pair of binoculars. Military grade. Rather nice. 4342: You bet they are! Now come on, let me try them! (Dr. Antleur rolls her eyes and hands 4342 the binoculars. 4342 bounces in its seat, grabs them and puts them up to its eyes.) 4342: Freaking sweet! As advertised, though I can't really put them through their paces inside this cramped trailer. (4342 looks around, refocusing the binoculars on every object in the lab trailer. It angles them down and they bump against its muzzle. It freezes and all happiness drains from its face. Its ears droop down and it sets them on the table. It reaches up and rubs its muzzle.) 4342: Oh… right… I guess my mind really was back in 2019 for a moment there. My muzzle's been there long enough that I sometimes forget it's there. Dr. Dalton: I'm here for you, love. You can take all the time you need before they perform anymore tests. Dr. Antleur: Keep in mind that we will need to conduct more tests now. We've confirmed you have similar abilities to SCP-3577. We need to gauge their full extent, and hopefully learn more about SCP-3577 in the process. (4342 stares down at the otherwise ordinary object she managed to somehow pull out of the past.) 4342: As if things weren't already weird enough. Now it turns out I can time travel too. Dr. Rateleken: Again, welcome to the Foundation. We hope you enjoy your stay. 4342: I hope that stay won't be too long. Dr. Antleur: The duration of your containment will depend on the results of further tests. For now, there is one more test we can perform while en-route to Site-64. We will repeat the previous test, but without using a visual aid as a focusing mechanism. Instead, you'll visualize it in your mind. 4342: Okay, I can try. Dr. Antleur: Once again, I need you to think of another date in late 2019 when you went… (Loud radio chatter on the guard's comm. Dr. Antleur glares at him. He gets up and opens an observation slot.) CSR-07: Those trees look way too closely packed to me. Over. 4342: Woah, this trailer has windows?! Sweet, I can field test these after all! (4342 grabs her binoculars and runs over to the window.) Dr. Antleur: Excuse me, but what is the meaning of this interruption? CSR-07: Sorry ma'am, the drivers noticed an unusual increase in tree density. Probably nothing but a reforestation project. Just trying to confirm this. 4342: Yeah, you're right. Lot of trees, but no redwoods. Huh, what's that up in the sk… (Video shakes and goes black. Shouting, screaming and vehicle crash noises.) Section 3: Convoy Logs: + Incident Log 6090-1A: Convoy Security Log - Close Document Convoy Security Retinue Communication and Surveillance Transcript Excerpts Team Lead: CSR-Cap Detachment Manifest: Truck 1: Camouflaged Standard Foundation M.T.F. Support Trailer Team Members: CSR-01 / CSR-02 / CSR-03 / CSR-04 (Driver) Truck 2: Camouflaged Standard Foundation L.A.A.13 Transport Trailer Team Members: CSR-05 / CSR-06 (Driver) Truck 3: Camouflaged Standard Foundation Mobile Laboratory Trailer Team Members: CSR-07 / CSR-08 (Driver) [Truck 1 Cabin Audio] <Begin Log, 2021-06-03 04:03 PST (BMNT + 5)>14 CSR-04: Gods, I feel like shit. Never thought I'd see anything like CQ Duty15 again after joining the Foundation. CSR-03: And yet long-haul truckers manage this all the time. CSR-04: Pssh, yeah, with hard drugs. And you're one to talk, since you actually got some sleep. CSR-03: If you can count three hours as 'sleep.' I hate long road trips. CSR-04: At least now we're just a few hours out from the site. Then we can both take some libo.16 CSR-03: Heh, I actually wanted to see some action. These animal missions really are the epitome of the Boring Agreement's name. CSR-04: Yeah, I wish more of those 'Castaways' would learn some damn combat skills so they could handle this shit. CSR-03: Pretty sure the Captain wanted to see some action too, considering he dragged a freaking Gauss Rifle along with us. CSR-04: Still not sure how he pulled that one off for a mission like this, but I bet he's even more bored than we are right now. CSR-03: I'm so bored I've started counting trees! CSR-04: Huh, there are definitely a lot more to count now. I don't remember there being this many in this part of No-Cal. CSR-03: Really? I thought this part of Cali was nothing but trees. CSR-04: Yeah, but not this many, at least not when I was last here. Thought it was just highway hypnosis playing with my head. CSR-03: Eh, probably just a reforestation project. CSR-04: If it is, it's a real shitty one. Trees that close together are a fire hazard. CSR-03: Heh, and so's not raking the leaves between them. CSR-04: I'm serious. You hang around with these nature boys long enough, you pick up some things. I think I'm gonna call it in. CSR-03: You're gonna piss off the Captain, but it's your funeral, not mine. [Radio Comm Transcript] <Begin Log, 2021-06-03 04:04 PST (BMNT + 6)> CSR-04: Cap, I'm noticing unusually high tree density. Copy? CSR-Cap: Four, did you just break radio silence to play freaking eye-spy? CSR-04: Please confirm with the team, just in case. CSR-Cap: (Sighs.) All guards: visual check. Clock convoy's three and nine. Anything unusual? CSR-06: I only see trees. CSR-07: Those trees look way too closely packed to me. CSR-01: Lot more trees than I remember from a month back. (Faint sound of cracking asphalt.) CSR-Cap: One, please clarify. CSR-01: Was on this road back in April. There were barely any trees then. CSR-Cap: Either this is one fast and sloppy reforestation proj… (VEHICLE CRASH NOISES.) (Recovered video footage shows many root-like protrusions, up to 3 meters in height and 0.5 meters in diameter, sprouting through the road pavement, directly underneath the vehicles. All three trucks are immobile and severely damaged.) CSR-Cap: Status report! CSR-03: Uninjured. Exiting Truck 1 cabin. No sign of hostiles. CSR-04: Still alive and joining Three. Can't see any hostiles either. CSR-02: I'm good! But Site Comm's down. We can't call for help. CSR-01: Good here! No hostiles spotted yet. CSR-08: I'm okay, but civilian status unknown. Don't see any hostiles near Trailer 3. Lucky. CSR-Cap: Five, Six, Seven, status? Civilian status? Do you read? CSR-08: Gonna check civilian status, but I already got visual on Trailer 2 and it's real bad. Snapped in half like a giant candy bar by those… roots? CSR-Cap: Damn, those are some tough roots. CSR-08: Animals look dead or gone. No visual on Truck 2. CSR-01: I got visual on Truck 2. It's pointed straight up and crushed into Trailer 2. Can't confirm status of Five and Six. CSR-02: Trailer 1's battery case's ruptured. There's a fire! CSR-01: Shit, you're right. It's going up fast. CSR-Cap: Get out what you can outta there! CSR-02: Even the Gauss? CSR-Cap: Especially the Gauss! Busted my ass requisitioning that from the QM.17 CSR-03: Getting the Gauss and its mag now. Not sure how we'll power it. CSR-Cap: Hope we don't need it, and hope Trailer 3 still has power if we do. CSR-08: Confirmed, Trailer 3 has power. I can see its lights. CSR-Cap: Good, hopefully they stay on. And its S.R.A.? CSR-08: Completely FUBAR.18 CSR-02: Dammit! Trailer 1's S.R.A.'s also down. CSR-01: Wouldn't matter much. Whole thing's about to be in flames. CSR-04: I'm getting the Mini! CSR-Cap: I got what I could! Regroup around Trailer 3. CSR-02: Taking up position now! CSR-04: Going there now. Still no sign of hostiles, but I'll be setting up the Mini. CSR-03: Heading over there too. Hope its battery and aux plug are intact. CSR-01: Should I attempt to climb up and check for Five and Six? CSR-Cap: Do it en-route over to Trailer 3 if you can. CSR-01: Roger that! CSR-08: Got visual on the Civilians. Shit, Dr. A got infected! She's a fucking deer now. CSR-Cap: Fan-fucking-tastic. And the rest? CSR-08: They all look alive. No severe injuries, but Dr. R is trapped. You injured, Doc? Dr. Rateleken: I'm stuck, but okay. Got lucky. Couple more centimeters and I might have been gutted. CSR-08: Try not to move then, and for fuck's sake, put your phone down. Dr. Rateleken: But I'm taking notes on this incident. (CSR-08 sighs.) Dr. Rateleken: Did you guys pack the Jaws of Life? CSR-08: If we did, it's inside a battery fire now. CSR-Cap: Status on Seven? CSR-08: Seven's trapped worse than Dr. A, and he's injured. Seven, you alive? Wake the fuck up! (Slapping.) CSR-07: (Coughs.) Reporting. I'm awake. CSR-Cap: Can you access his wounds? CSR-08: Nope, stuck under one of these roots. Might be what's keeping him from bleeding out. CSR-07: I'm really stuck. Can't get out, but I can at least move my other arm and point my gun. CSR-Cap: Roger that. Protect the civilians if hostiles start showing. CSR-07: I will until my last breath. (Coughs.) CSR-01: Got visual on Five and Six, and it's a SNAFU.19 Six is definitely dead. Five is unresponsive and underneath a dead steer. CSR-Cap: Is Five alive? CSR-01: Can't get to him to tell you. There's a lot of blood, but I can't tell how much of it is his. CSR-Cap: Understood. Leave them and join the rest of us. CSR-01: Got it, heading over. Weird that the battery fire hasn't spre… SHIT! HOSTILE! SIX O'CLOCK! UP IN THE FUCKING AIR! CSR-08: Confirmed! Hostile entity 50+ meters from trailer's six, floating 20+ meters off the ground. (Guns cocking.) CSR-03: Dammit, I still haven't gotten the Gauss set up. CSR-04: The Mini's good to go. Just say the word, Cap. CSR-Cap: ATTENTION UNKNOWN ENTITY! IDENTIFY YOURSELF! (Distant cackling.) [Video footage from Trailer 3 Rear Camera.] <Begin Log, 2021-06-03 04:08 PST (BMNT + 10)> (Unknown humanoid entity floats forward and downward, its standing pose unchanging.) CSR-02: Shit, I really wish the S.R.A. still worked. Unknown Entity: Good morning, gentlemen. You may call me Belette Le Fou(ine). (Belette Le Fou(ine) doffs its sequined bowler hat, holds it to its chest, and takes a bow. His head is clearly musteline.) CSR-08: What the fuck? Is it a were-weasel? (Belette Le Fou(ine) stands upright and dons its hat. It chuckles and golf claps as it floats closer.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Ah, yes, very astute! I am indeed a Weasel Therianthrope. Sharp eyes you have there. (Belette Le Fou(ine) touches down on the ground, 10 meters from the trailer. It appears to be dressed in a tuxedo. Its cane appears to be crafted from a tree branch, but with a gun trigger under its handle.) CSR-Cap: Stand down! This is your only warning! (Belette Le Fou(ine) grins. Its teeth are brightly reflective.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Gentlemen, and ladies, I have journeyed here this fine morning… in order to take your lives. CSR-02: Like hell you will! (CSR-02 fires 3 rounds at Belette Le Fou(ine). The bullets stop mid-air a few centimeters from his torso. Floating green kinetoglyphs20 manifest around them. He slides back on the pavement from their momentum, not even flinching. The kinetoglyphs vanish and the bullets drop to the ground.) CSR-02: What the fuck?! (Belette Le Fou(ine) giggles. It levitates off the ground and starts flying towards CSR-02, doing a twirl. The only sound is its clothes fluttering in the wind.) CSR-Cap: Two and Eight, open fire! (CSR-02, CSR-08 and CSR-Cap open fire on Belette Le Fou(ine). The bullets collide with the kinetoglyphs. Belette Le Fou(ine) is pushed further backwards, but no bullets hit him.) CSR-08: Fuck, that's a strong kinetohazard! CSR-03: Wish Five were here. He knew the most about this bullshit. CSR-Cap: Anyone else know how to counter it? CSR-08: Not familiar with those glyphs. CSR-02: Don't know them either. CSR-04: Negative. All Greek to me. CSR-01: Nope. CSR-Cap: Dammit! (Belette Le Fou(ine) cackles and raises his cane, revealing a gun barrel in its base. It fires 2 shots at CSR-08: the 2nd enters his chest. The bullet doesn't exit his body, but its momentum throws him backwards out of frame.) CSR-Cap: Four, overload the K-H21! Hit him hard! CSR-04: Try to stop this! (CSR-04 starts the Minigun. Belette Le Fou(ine) makes arcane gestures with its other hand as a hail of bullets hit the kinetoglyphs; their green glow intensifies. Not a single bullet reaches its body. It starts to be pushed back. It lands back on the ground and slows to a stop. It starts slowly strolling towards the trailer.) CSR-Cap: Pump it up! Divide and conquer! (CSR-04 maxes out the Minigun firing rate. Belette Le Fou(ine) slows down, but keeps moving forward, leaving piles of bullets on both sides of its path. CSR-01 and CSR-02 come into view on both sides of the frame behind it and fire their M4s at its back. It rapidly alternates looking over its shoulders while pushed back by the barrage of bullets. It cackles and takes to the air, flying out of frame.) CSR-02: Fuck, it's fast! CSR-01: Flying like a fucking trapeze without ropes. (Loud cackling. Bullets hit the ground near the Minigun and shatter the pavement.) CSR-04: Shit! (CSR-04 jumps back as 3 bullets hit the ground around the Minigun, and a 4th goes through its motor compartment. The Minigun flies apart and its spinning barrel bounces away. Various vines and plants begin to sprout and grow out of each impact spot. Vines completely cover the Minigun parts and flowers bloom from them.) CSR-04: Just as well, it was almost out of rounds anyw… (A bullet misses CSR-04's head, but a 2nd enters his skull and backflips his body onto his chest. Brambles grow out of his head wound and every orifice of his face, including his eye sockets. They engulf his body and bloom roses. Belette Le Fou(ine) descends back into frame and lands on the ground. Kinetoglyphs appear in different positions behind it as CSR-01 and CSR-02 try to find a weak spot.) CSR-03: Captain, the Gauss is good to go! CSR-Cap: Fire it now! (Gauss rifle whirrs loudly as it charges. Trailer's internal lights flicker off. Some static from camera switching to internal power.) CSR-03: Eat shit, motherfucker! (Gauss rifle fires and Trailer's lights flicker back on. The largest kinetoglyphs yet appear in front of Belette Le Fou(ine). It's pushed over 100 meters down the road, passing CSR-01 and CSR-02. It tucks its cane under its arm and stops smiling. It wildly gesticulates around the bullet in floating front of it, making blurry distortions in space and shredding it apart. As the giant kinetoglyphs disappear, one lucky M4 round grazes its leg. It yelps in pain and grabs its thigh.) CSR-01: Yes! We finally h… (Belette Le Fou(ine) smiles wickedly and fires 6 rounds with his other hand. One sends CSR-01 flying through the air and 2 more spin him as he flies. He ragdoll flops down the road and stops in front of the trailer. An entire flower garden grows out of his corpse.) CSR-03: How can it still focus with that wound?! (Belette Le Fou(ine) rapidly flies towards the trailer. It aims its cane at CSR-02 as the Gauss Rifle recharges. CSR-02 fires a few rounds at its face, obstructing its vision with its own kinetoglyphs. It fires off 5 rounds at CSR-02 before one hits him.) CSR-Cap: At least we got it on the ropes! Fire again! (Gauss rifle fires. Belette Le Fou(ine) is pushed back 80 meters down the road. It tucks away its cane and starts gesticulating. CSR-Cap fires a few rounds at its legs, but they get caught up in the same Kinetohazard.) CSR-Cap: Shit, looks like we gotta thread that needle. Keep firing at it in succession. Do not let up! CSR-03: The Gauss'll slow down recharging to keep from burning out its capacitors. CSR-Cap: Any way to disable that? CSR-03: Not that I know of. CSR-Cap: Dammit! CSR-03: I've gotten a feel for it now. I think I can try to max its RoF. CSR-Cap: Good. Keeping firing until you run out of ammo or juice. (Belette Le Fou(ine) cackles and levitates out of frame.) CSR-03: Not this invisible trapeze bullshit again! CSR-Cap: Can you keep a bead on him? CSR-03: I'm trying! (Gauss rifle fires. Loud cackling. M4 fires.) CSR-Cap: Almost got the timing down, though it probably won't stay still now. (Gauss rifle fires. Loud giggling. M4 fires.) (Belette Le Fou(ine) lands 20 meters from the trailer and raises its cane.) CSR-03: Looks like it can't stay in the air too long. (CSR-Cap swaps out his magazine.) CSR-Cap: I think I got it now. Gonna try a burst shot. Hopefully something hits. CSR-03: Trailer battery's getting low. Make it count. CSR-Cap: You too! (Gauss rifle fires. Belette Le Fou(ine) tucks its cane and gesticulates the kinetohazard in a clean motion as it's pushed to 50 meters away.) CSR-Cap: Yeah, keep on smiling, you son of a bitch. (CSR-Cap takes careful aim and fires a full auto burst right as the giant kinetoglyphs start fading away. Belette Le Fou(ine) swings its cane into its hand and fires three rounds at the same time. One lucky bullet carves out part of its forearm before the rest are blocked by smaller kinetoglyphs. It screams in pain and drops its cane as one of its fired rounds hits CSR-Cap.) CSR-Cap: (Coughs.) hurry… (Gauss rifle fires and Belette Le Fou(ine) flies out of frame to dodge it. CSR-03 grabs her own M4 and fires at the loosed weapon, shattering it. Later examination of its remains indicate that it did not contain any conventional firearm mechanisms.) CSR-03: Just need one more clean shot. I won't let you down Cap. (Metal banging. CSR-03 looks over her shoulder at something out of frame.) CSR-07: Civilians… (Coughs.) evac-ing… (Belette Le Fou(ine) lands 10 meters from the trailer. It removes an unknown substance from its coat pocket and applies it to its forearm. It visibly winces in pain, but then looks up and grins.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, what's this now? (In the corner of the video frame, a black gray wolf (Canis lupus), a coyote (Canis latrans) wearing a backpack, and a white fallow deer doe (Dama dama) wearing a black sweater flee together into the forest.) CSR-03: I won't let you touch them, bastard! (Gauss rifle fires. Belette Le Fou(ine) stops smiling and rapidly gesticulates with one arm while its other hangs limp. It is pushed over 150 meters away before it leans over to dodge the round instead of neutralizing it. Two tree trunks explode into splinters and fall over along a line 30° to the road.) CSR-03: What the fuck?! Even with just one arm?! (Belette Le Fou(ine) screams and grabs his forearm. Another tree creaks and falls over. Belette Le Fou(ine) kneels down in pain.) CSR-03: Now's my chance! (Trailer's internal lights do not come back on.) CSR-03: Shit, that's it for the Gauss. (Belette Le Fou(ine) stands back up and releases its grip on its forearm.) Belette Le Fou(ine): It appears that you can't use your fancy toy anymore! (Belette Le Fou(ine) grins and cackles. CSR-03 grabs her M4.) CSR-03: And it looks like you can't use your right arm anymore! (Belette Le Fou(ine) rapidly levitates towards the trailer.) [Video feed ends from power loss. Audio only.] (Gunfire.) Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) Disabling my arm is just a minor inconvenience. CSR-03: Stand down and surrender! Belette Le Fou(ine): And why, my dear, should I do that? CSR-03: You're injured, and I can guarantee that Foundation reinforcements are already on their way to investigate our signal loss. Belette Le Fou(ine): I still have a job to do, and I can guarantee that I'll finish it before that. (Gunfire.) CSR-03: You won't win. We'll bring the hammer down on you for what you've done. Belette Le Fou(ine): Knowing you Jailers, those 'reinforcements' will be lackluster at best. (Gunfire. Clicking. CSR-03 laughs nervously.) CSR-03: You won't be able to get to them in time. They're so deep in those woods by now you'll never find them before we find you. Belette Le Fou(ine): Tch. Tch. Tch. Oh, my dear, you don't understand. They've already doomed themselves. (Blows landing. Exertion noises.) CSR-03: And why the fuck is that?! (Belette Le Fou(ine)'s whispers in CSR-03's comm mic.) Belette Le Fou(ine): (Whispering:) Because, my dear, those are my woods. (CSR-03 screams. Squelching. CSR-03 gurgles.) + Incident Log 6090-1B: Mobile Laboratory Log - Close Document Note: Log created from multiple audio recordings and supplemented with notes from Dr. Rateleken. <Begin Log, 2021-06-03 04:04 PST> K.C.Alert:22 Hume at 0.82 Ace: Everyone alive?! Anyone hurt? Trapped between a wall and two… Tree trunks? roots? Wall airbags worked. Nothing broken. Not gutted. Not bleeding. Guard trapped next to me. Bleeding badly. Bard: Oi, that was rough! Not too knackered, but I smashed against the scale and got some cuts. Sandy: I'm okay. Lucky I was leaning against the front wall. Did we hit a roadside bomb?! Ace: My theory: These roots slowed and stopped us, then grew through the floor. We all got thrown forward, but you guys slid back. The guard and I slid into the corner, and roots grew around us. Eve: No… no no no no… Ace: Eve, are you hurt? How bad is it? Eve: I collided… with the samples. My leg's bleeding. I feel… feverish. Ace: Shit! Bite down on something! Bard, get the shards out before it starts. Bard: Right! Hold still Eve. Bard tears off sleeve. Tears in half. Eve folds one half. Bites down on it. Eve: (Muffled groaning.) Bard: Got 'em out! Now brace yourself for the changes. Bard wraps wound with other half. Eve nods. Eyes glassy. Closes eyes. Changes start. Eve: (Muffled screaming.) Sandy: Jesus, is it really that painful? Glad I don't remember changing. Anything I can do to help? Ace: Nothing you can really do for Eve, but you can try to pull me out of here. … Ace: Dammit, wait, stop-stop-stop! I'm up against a sharp edge. It's tearing my clothes. Any further and it'll cut me. Sandy: Shit! Sorry. Ace: It's okay… Where's the rattlesnake? Bard: Ace, you're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you? Ace: Depends on the status of that rare SCP-6090-A instance, and what's going on outside. Bard: Ace, we've talked about this before. I know what you're thinking. Sandy: Found its carrier, but it's broken. Snake's not moving. Damn, it's bleeding. Ace: Dammit. I figured as much, or it'd be rattling like crazy by now. Eve's a white fallow deer therian now. (Eve breathes loudly and raggedly.) Ace: It would be a shame to lose such a unique specimen. Its blood will only be viable for one more day now. Bard: Ace, this is different from dressing up and playing around for a few days. It will be permanent. Eve: Permanent… Eve feels her new doe head. Ace: I know that, but unless the guards packed the Jaws of Life, it might be my only out too. Guard looks through trailer's hole. Two more guards run past outside. One has Minigun. Bad sign? Bard: Speak of the devil. CSR-08: Got visual on the Civilians. Shit, Dr. A's infected! She's a fucking deer now. (Indistinct radio chatter.) CSR-08: They all look alive. No severe injuries, but Dr. R is trapped. You injured, Doc? Ace: I'm stuck, but okay. Got lucky. Couple more centimeters and I might have been gutted. CSR-08: Try not to move then, and for fuck's sake, put your phone down. Ace: But I'm taking notes on this incident. (CSR-08 sighs.) He doesn't know how important my notes will be. Ace: Did you guys pack the Jaws of Life? CSR-08: If we did, it's inside a battery fire now. Maybe it's finally meant to be. (Indistinct radio chatter.) Guard ducks inside trailer. CSR-08: Seven's trapped worse than Dr. A, and he's injured. Seven, you alive? Wake the fuck up! (Loud slapping.) CSR-07: (Coughs.) Reporting. I'm awake. CSR-Cap: (Radio.) Can you access his wounds? CSR-08: Nope, stuck under one of these roots. Might be what's keeping him from bleeding out. CSR-07: I'm really stuck. Can't get out, but I can at least move my other arm and point my gun. CSR-Cap: (Radio.) Roger that. Protect the civilians if hostiles start showing. CSR-07: I will until my last breath. (Coughs.) Trapped guard coughs up blood. Sandy: That last breath will probably be sooner than you think. CSR-01: (Radio.) Got visual on Five and Six, and it's a SNAFU. Six is definitely dead. Five is unresponsive and underneath a dead steer. Guard silences radio. CSR-08: Everyone, just sit tight. If there's anything out there, we will protect you from it until reinforcements arrive. Ace: You sure? It sounds like you're already down two men from the crash. CSR-08: We will do everything we can with what we have left, down to the last man. Guard puts finger to ear. Eyes wide. Turns pale. CSR-08: Shit! Just sit tight everyone! Don't leave the trailer! Guard readies gun. Rushes back outside. CSR-08: Confirmed! Hostile entity 50+ meters from trailer's six, floating 20+ meters off the ground. Sandy: Shit, wonder how screwed we are. K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.75 CSR-Cap: (Outside.) ATTENTION UNKNOWN ENTITY! IDENTIFY YOURSELF! Unknown Entity: (Outside.) Greetings Gentlemen, you may call me Belette Le Fou(ine). Ace: Well, that entity will be Euclid Class if contained. CSR-08: (Outside.) What the fuck? Is it a were-weasel? Belette Le Fou(ine): (Outside.) Ah, yes, very astute! I am indeed a Weasel Therianthrope. Sharp eyes you have there. CSR-Cap: (Outside.) Stand down! This is your only warning! K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.68 Belette Le Fou(ine): (Outside.) Gentlemen, and ladies, I have journeyed here this fine morning… in order to take your lives. (Outside: Shouting. Gunfire.) Sandra: Well… shit. (Outside: Shouting. Gunfire. Loud talking.) Eve: It's more likely to be Keter Class. Ace: Yeah, I concur there. Sandy: The fuck's a kinetohazard? Ace: No time to explain, but that's how it's bulletproof. Sandy: So full auto guns can't stop it?! We're so screwed. (Outside: Shouting. Cackling. Two loud gunshots.) Body lands outside in front of trailer hole. (Outside: Shouting. Minigun firing.) Ace: Definitely Keter Class. Body is Guard that was just talking to us! Gaping chest wound. Something growing from it. Vines? Thorny brambles. Growing out mouth now. Nose. Ears. Eyes. Covering whole body. Sandy: Oh God, what the fuck?! Bard: Seen a lot of nature anomalies, but that's right nasty. Eve: Fascinating. (Outside: Shouting. Minigun firing intensifies.) Ace: Well, the Minigun obviously isn't Neutralizing it. Sandy: (Whines.) So we really are screwed then? Ace: Yeah, getting closer to agreeing with you on that point. (Outside: Cackling. 2 gunshots. Expletive. 4 gunshots. Metal clattering. Minigun firing stops.) Ace: I think I agree with you now, Sandy. Eve: I can't believe I could die here… looking like this. (Outside: 2 gunshots. Body thudding.) Sandy: (Whines.) We really are about to die, aren't we? Bard: (Whimpers.) I really hope not. (Outside: Shouting. Loud whirring.) Lights flickering. Now off. Red emergency lights on. Sandy: What's happening now? Ace: That would be the .80 Cal Gauss Rifle. Uses electricity instead of gunpowder. Sandy: .80 Cal?! That's almost a cannon. (Outside: Shouting. Gauss Rifle fires. Metal sliding. Thud.) Lights back on. Ace: Heh, almost as big as one too. Thought the Guard Captain was a psycho for bringing that on a mission like this, but now… (Chuckles.) Thank Gods he did. Sandy: So we might have a chance?! (Outside: Gunfire. Distant yelp.) Ace: Well, judging by that cry of pain, perhaps we do. (Outside: 6 gunshots. Body rolling and thudding.) Ace: Hmmm… nope, I think we're screwed now. Sandy: (Whimpers.) Oh my God. (Outside: Shouting. Loud whirring.) Sandy: We need to run. Bard: Run to where? (Whines.) If we leave, whatever's out there will see and kill us. (Outside: Gunfire. 5 gunshots.) Sandy: Out into the forest! We're sitting ducks in here, but at least out there we can run and hide. (Outside: Shouting. Gauss rifle fires. Gunfire.) Ace: You three can also blend in as animals. As for me and 'Seven' over here… CSR-07: (Coughs.) It's a shame I can't reach it. Bard: Reach what now? CSR-07: My Lewis & Clark Compass. Anomalous teleportation object. For emergency evac. Sandy: Where is it? Maybe I can reach it. CSR-07: Deep in my back pocket. Left cheek. Sandy: Shit, his butt's completely blocked. CSR-07: (Chuckles. Coughs.) Just as well, I'm not sure if it can move more than one person. (Cackling outside.) Ace: Well, maybe I could reach it… if I become a rattlesnake. Bard: Ace… (Loud whirring outside.) Ace: No, I'm sure now. Never thought I'd decide under duress, but at this point, I either live as a snake-man, or die here. You three need to get into the forest. Sandy: Way ahead of you. Ace: Bard, give me the rattlesnake carcass, and anything sharp. Sandy puts binoculars in backpack. Bard reaches for dead snake and shard that killed it. Sandy: Okay, now, how do I transform again? I've only done it once so far. (Outside: Gauss rifle fires. Loud cackling. Gunfire.) Just made small incision on my arm. Put dead snake on it. Waiting for reaction. Bard: Imagine yourself as your animal. Imagine running through nature. Think wild thoughts. Whatever gets you there. Sandy: Got it! Bard: Don't forget to handle your clothes first. Sandy: Yeah, yeah, I know. (Loud whirring outside.) Ace: Heh, good thing the lights just turned off. Spasm just went through my whole body. Ace: Bard, it's started. Roll up your shirt so I can bite on it. Bard: Right, here you go. Eve, I'm afraid you'll need to get naked and transform too. Eve: I beg your pardon! I am not disrobing in front of all of you. (Outside: Gauss rifle fires. Loud giggling. Gunfire.) Lights not as bright. Trailer battery getting low. Sandy and Bard now in Feral Form. Bard: They'll make transforming difficult, and get ruined in the process. Eve: I'd like to keep some modicum of dignity. I've lost enough already. Sandy slips into backpack. Eve removes boots and lab coat. Bard: The sweater and the rest too, love. Eve: No, this is as far as I go. The rest will either stretch to fit or slip off. (Loud whirring outside.) Eve stuffs dress-shorts into sweater. Bard: If you say so. Now, you— Eve: Yes, I already heard your instructions to Instance 4342. Bard: (Growls.) Now isn't the time to call her th— Sandy: Yes! I can still wear it! Bard: Heh, be careful running though. (Gauss rifle fires outside.) Eve now in Feral Form. Sweater still intact, though stretched. Ace: Bard, I feel the fever, so it won't be long now. I'll go for the compass as soon as I can and flee. Spasms more frequent now. Ace: (Grunts.) Hopefully I won't end up in a part of the Louisiana Purchase or Oregon Territory with bad cell coverage. You three run and hide now. Good luck! (Outside: Loud whirring. Gunfire. 3 gunshots. Screaming.) Bard: Good luck to you too, mate! Sandy: Let's go already! Bard exits through trailer hole. Sandy follows. Eve is halfway through. (Outside: Gauss rifle fires. Gunfire.) Eve: Dammit, come on! I can't be that large. (Hooves slipping and scraping. Metal banging.) **CSR-07: Civilians… (Coughs.) evac-ing… Eve finally squeezes through! Vision blurring. It's starting. Going to stop. Bite. Shirt. (Loud whirring outside.) Ace: (Muffled screaming.) (Outside: Gauss rifle fires. Distant trees falling.) Ace: (Heavy panting.) I'm back! I feel different. I can feel my tail now. (Outside: Distant screaming and tree falling.) Ace: I'll take notes out loud since I'm alone now. (CSR-07 coughs.) Ace: Mostly alone now. My head's scaly and snake shaped. Wow, my neck's long! K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.74 Ace: The lights are still off, so the trailer's battery is definitely dead, but the hostile entity outside probably isn't. Not good. (Outside: Distant cackling.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.56 (Tail rattling.) Ace: Damn, I can't stop my rattling. Seems to be involuntarily. Possibly stress related? (Rattling is disrupted between loud bumps and bangs.) Ace: I've got 30 seconds to learn how to use this brand new, noisy appendage. Concentrate… (More bumps and bangs. Rattling gets louder.) Ace: Yes! I slipped it out in front of me without cutting it. Yeah, that's a Rattlesnake rattle alright. (Gunfire outside.) Ace: I'm going to strap my phone to my tail as far from the rattle as I can get. Luckily, my phone's case has an adjustable wrist strap and a magnetic stylus. Hopefully I won't lose either while slithering. (Outside: Gunfire. Clicking. Nervous laughter.) Ace: (Whispering.) Now it's time for another crash course: Transforming. Gotta think like a rattlesnake. Imagine slithering in sand. Concentrate… (Outside: Screaming. Gurgling.) Ace: Yes! Achievement Unlocked! Feral Form! (Ace gasps.) Stay quiet! Typing with stylus in mouth now. Tail useless for typing. Felt limbs receding into body. Still can't stop rattling. Only red emergency lights. Also lurid glow outside. Battery fire must be intense by now. Can feel it on my skin scales from here. Now to try to get that compass. K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.51 Something in front of trailer hole! Humanoid entity. Standing pose. Floating almost upside down. 135° angle from ground. Clothes defying gravity. As if upright. Now facing me! Smiling. Weasel head. The hostile entity! Ace: (Whispering.) Switching back to audio notes. It's just… floating there… staring at me… menacingly. Belette Le Fou(ine): Greetings, lad! Ace: (Gasps.) C-care to talk to me upright? Belette Le Fou(ine): Certainly. Ace: (Whispering.) Rotating around in invisible axis centered on his belt, like he's on a carnival ride. (Belette Le Fou(ine) grunts in pain.) Ace: (Whispering.) He's wounded though. There's a gash on his right thigh and a large, concave right forearm injury, probably down to the bone. Belette Le Fou(ine): Allow me to introduce myself. Ace: (Whispering.) He's cordially doffing his disco ball bowler hat and bowing. His clothes are torn around the wounds. Belette Le Fou(ine): I am Belette Le Fou(ine). Ace: (Whispering.) There's something over them. Living seaweed? It's throbbing with his heartbeat. Belette Le Fou(ine): My, my, what a diligent researcher you are. Still taking notes, even in the face of death. Ace: Well, hopefully my notes will survive, even if I don't. Belette Le Fou(ine): I wouldn't count on that. Ace: At least you're upright now. (Gunfire.) Ace: So you are using kinetohazards then. (Bullets clinking as they hit the ground.) CSR-07: (Coughs.) You'll have to kill me first. Ace: You're badly wounded. Wouldn't it behoove you to retreat before reinforcements arrive? Belette Le Fou(ine): Merely flesh wounds. Not enough to stop me. CSR-07: Come a little closer (Coughs.) and I'll give you some more 'flesh wounds.' Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, how amusing. Feel free to try. As for those 'reinforcements,' I don't really care. Your friend already warned me about them, mere moments ago, before I killed her. Though I have to admit, I wasn't expecting that fancy toy she used. (Gunfire.) Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) This, on the other hand, was thoroughly expected, easily countered, and greatly enjoyed. (Clinking.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Go on, empty your entire magazine. It won't do you any good, unless you decide put one in your head before I decide you no longer amuse me. It would likely be a more pleasant death for you. Ace: What's your end goal here? Get your rocks off slaughtering a low security Foundation convoy? Belette Le Fou(ine): (Chuckles.) Oh, I'm so glad you asked. The answer isn't nearly as crude, though I do thoroughly enjoy killing you Jailers. It's been so very long since I've had the opportunity, and great pleasure, to do this. Ace: Are you going to tell me, or just keep playing coy? Belette Le Fou(ine): Very well. My associates and I wish to compare notes with you Jailers. See what you've discovered, assess its worth, and then destroy all of you findings, so that only we possess the data. And have a little fun along the way, naturally. Ace: Who are your associates, and what 'notes' did you plan on 'comparing' with us? Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) Nuh, uh, uh. I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep playing coy there, though you can probably guess the latter answer. Ace: And when you're done 'comparing notes' with me? Belette Le Fou(ine): Must I repeat myself? Destroy your copy of the data, of course, including yourself. (Gunfire. Clicking.) CSR-07: Ru- Slither away! (Coughs.) NOW! (Coughs raggedly.) (Rattling fades away.) Belette Le Fou(ine): I admit, that is rather clever. Aiming for my head to block my vision with my own kinetic runes. (Clinking.) Belette Le Fou(ine): One of your friends did the same, but it didn't do her any good, and it hasn't done you any good either. CSR-07: (Coughs.) It let him get away, didn't it? Belette Le Fou(ine): Yet another minor inconvenience. He'll be easy enough to track from just his rattle alone, let alone the fact that he's slithering right into my forest. Oh, what fun this will be! (CSR-07 coughs between words.) CSR-07: You won't win. Kill everyone on this mission, and the Foundation will send more. We will find you, and we will contain you… or neutralize you. Belette Le Fou(ine): Hmmm, now that you're out of ammunition, you no longer amuse me. It's a shame you didn't save a single bullet for yourself. (CSR-07 coughing. Squelching. CSR-07 gurgling.) Section 4: Forest Logs: + Incident Log 6090-1C: Dr. Rateleken Log 1 - Close Document Note: Log created from Audio Recording made by Dr. Atticus Rateleken, supplemented with his notes. <Begin Log, 2021-06-03 04:26 PST> K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.77 (Rustling. Rattling.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.83 (Rustling. Clattering. Banging. Rattling throughout.) Located hiding spot! Hollow tree with small hole. Got myself and my phone through. Staying silent. Typing with stylus. Luckily didn't lose it or my phone. Wish I could silence my tail. Hope tree has good attenuation. Going to make like Ouroboros.23 Hopefully will at least mute it. (Rattling muted. Stops after 1 minute.) Finally! Try to remain calm. Calm will keep it silent. (3 minute pause.) Hume levels haven't risen anymore. Forest might be anomalous. (2 minute pause.) Being a snake is interesting. I can taste air now. Like smelling, but different. I wasn't feeling heat on my scales. It was from my heat sensing pits! Sixth sense, both figuratively and literally. Luckily, not some Predator Vision synesthesia. No heat blobs in my vision. That would be annoying. No idea how to describe it. … Like how you can feel when someone is hiding in a room with you. Though, in my case, I could quickly find their hiding spot. K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.75 (Rattling.) Entity might be nearby? Going Ouroboros again. (Muted rattling.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.65 (Muted rattling intensifies.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.54 Belette Le Fou(ine): Hello again, lad. (Loud rattling.) Entity is right outside hole! Looking at me. Smaller? Belette Le Fou(ine): As diligent as ever, I see. (Whooshing. Bumping.) Ace: S-so, you're just going to invite yourself inside then? Belette Le Fou(ine): Of course! This is my tree, after all. Ace: You've shrunken your hat and upper tux to fit your Feral Form. Belette Le Fou(ine): Naturally. I always maintain my dignity, no matter what form I take. Ace: Between your lack of pants and your weirdly twisted ferret torso, you look more cartoonish than dignified. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) I suppose that's true. (Belette Le Fou(ine) winces in pain.) Ace: Your forearm really does look bad. At least your bandages shrunk too. (Whooshing.) Ace: Hey, stop looking over my shoul.. where my shoulder would be! Belette Le Fou(ine): Tch. Tch. Tch. I would appreciate if you used my actual Name in your notes about me: Belette Le Fou(ine). Belette Le Fou(ine). Belette Le Fou(ine). Ace: Why do I keep typing it like that? It's like I can't fight the urge to add those parentheses. Belette Le Fou(ine): Mmmm, it's because my Name is a Nomenclative Paradox. Ace: Nomenclative… Paradox? Belette Le Fou(ine): I can see that Nomenclative Hazards aren't your forte. Then again, few Jailers are familiar with my people. Ace: Your… people? Belette Le Fou(ine): Why, the people of that wretched prison of trees, of course. Ace: I… don't follow. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) You really are simple, aren't you? It's better that you don't. It makes things more fun. Ace: Uh… Belette Le Fou(ine): Well, to put it simply, my Name is both two names and no name at the same time. Ace: … Okay. Belette Le Fou(ine): I can see that you're confused, so let's move on. Ace: Yes, let's do that. So, you wanted to compare notes with us. I'm guessing either about SCP-3577 or SCP-6090, right? Belette Le Fou(ine): Ha! Maybe you aren't as simple as I thought. (Winces.) Yes, Trickster Magic is interesting, but not nearly as interesting as Therianthropy. Ace: So you want to review our findings on SCP-6090? I'm afraid to say we really only know the basics, just like the rest of the world behind the Veil. Belette Le Fou(ine): Are you sure you didn't learn anything more? I find it hard to believe you Jailers would even take an interest in a mission like this otherwise. Ace: Honestly, we were more concerned about a possible SCP-3577 outbreak, and any possible connections to a rather unfortunate incident. We're still cleaning up its aftermath. Belette Le Fou(ine): And you Jailers honestly weren't worried the Therianthropy Virus would exacerbate either of those dilemmas? Ace: Of course we were! That's why we were transporting every SCP-6090-A instance we could find back up to Boring. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Winces.) Yes, along with that were-coyote girl. A rather coincidental source species, wouldn't you agree? Ace: We intended to save the U.I.U. some trouble and relocate her to Three Portlands under the conditions of the F.A.C.T. Belette Le Fou(ine): Of course you were. I'll bet you Jailers hate that you have to set Therianthropes free. Ace: So it's her you're after then? Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, don't sell yourself short! You're also quite the interesting Therianthrope. All of you are! Ace: Is that why you're really doing this? To experiment on all of us? Belette Le Fou(ine): Why not? (Winces.) After all, you've all entered my personal petri dish. Ace: So you're part of this anomalous forest then? Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) Maybe. Would it even matter? You're at my mercy either way. Ace: I don't know what you stand to gain, and it looks like your injuries are getting worse. Belette Le Fou(ine): Again, a minor inconvenience. Any iron in my system will be purged eventually. Ace: Iron? As in the bullet shrapnel? Belette Le Fou(ine): You really aren't familiar with my people, are you? Oh, this is delightful! (Winces.) Ace: Since you're going to keep playing coy about 'your people,' why don't you tell me what you know about SCP-6090? After all, 'comparing notes' goes both ways. Would you happen to know of its origins or a cure? Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) Not even my people know of a cure, but we do have our own theories. It is rather amusing you should ask of its origins, though. Ace: I take it 'your people' know more about its origins than we do? Did 'your people' create it? Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh ho ho! Perhaps I really was wrong in calling you a simpleton. Ace: I'll take that as a yes. Belette Le Fou(ine): Viruses are such fascinating little organic machines. You humans have only been toying with them for 130 years. My people have been doing it for much, much longer, all the way back to our Queen. Ace: Your Queen? Belette Le Fou(ine): I fear I may have already said too much. I do tend to get carried away with these scintillating conversations. (Belette Le Fou(ine) winces loudly.) Belette Le Fou(ine) stretches his left paw to grab his right arm. Belette Le Fou(ine) curls into ball in pain. Stops smiling for 3 seconds. Belette Le Fou(ine): Ah, back to taking notes, I see. Just as well, I'm finished giving answers. Belette Le Fou(ine) twists torso like ferret again. Floats out hole. Belette Le Fou(ine): I'd suggest leaving this tree before dawn, unless you actually want to be bitten in half. (Winces.) KCAlert: Hume to 0.63 Belette Le Fou(ine): I'll be back to check on you later. Perhaps we can have another chat, and maybe conduct an experiment or two. (Cackles.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.71 Belette Le Fou(ine) flies through the trees and out of sight. K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.84 Description Addendum SCP-6090 is an ancient bioweapon created in antiquity by a monarchist civilization with a shared allergy to iron. + Incident Log 6090-1D: Dr. Antleur Log 1 - Close Document Note: Log created from Audio Recording made by Dr. Evelynn Antleur. <Begin Log, 2021-06-03 04:22 PST> (Rustling. Running sounds.) SCP-6090-B-4342: So how long do we keep running? Dr. Dalton: As long as we can, as fast as can. We need to get as far from both that fire and that thing as we can. SCP-6090-B-4342: What's weird is the battery fire didn't look like it was spreading, and it was freaking intense. (Sounds of running fade.) Dr. Dalton: (Distantly.) Hey Eve! Why'd you stop?! Dr. Antleur: We're running in circles! (Footsteps approaching.) Dr. Antleur: And please address me as Dr. Antleur. Dr. Dalton: Eve, now's not the time. It'd be better if you just call me Bard and her Sandy. Evelynn: (Sighs.) Very well. I suppose this situation does call for shorthand. Bardolph: Now, what do mean? I've been following the stars to run straight. Evelynn: This boulder is rather distinct. I've noticed it thrice now. That can't be a coincidence. Bardolph: A rock's a rock. We need to keep moving. Evelynn: I believe we might be in an anomalous forest. Sandra: I'm actually with Eve on this one. If we run to exhaustion, and that thing still finds us, what then? Bardolph: That thing will catch up to us if we stop. (Fabric rustling.) Sandra: Woah, you had your phone in your sweater pocket? Evelynn: Of course! … How am I even able to hold it? Bardolph: Your foreleg shape-shifted. That'll happen automatically, whenever you do human stuff in Feral Form. Sandra: Cool! Evelynn: Fascinating. I did reach for it before I remembered that I'm… this now. (Tapping.) Evelynn: It seems my other foreleg shifted to use my phone. My hooves and dew claws have formed into a hand-like appendage. Bardolph: Please, Eve, can we get going? (Tapping.) Evelynn: Just as I suspected, the ambient Hume level is below baseline, so this forest is indeed anomalous. Sandra: In English? Evelynn: This forest is 'weirder' than it should be. Sandra: And your phone can measure the weirdness level? Evelynn: Yes. (Fabric rustling.) Bardolph: Okay, now can we get going? (Loud thudding.) Bardolph: What are you doing bucking that tree?! Evelynn: I'm making a distinct mark for an experiment. Bardolph: Yeah, but isn't that overkill?! Sandra: Heh, you trying to harvest invisible apples? (Thudding stops.) Evelynn: I'm simply channeling my energy into something productive, as a coping mechanism. Sandra: (Whimpers.) Oh… yeah… Bardolph: Eve, I'm right sorry this happened to you, but it'd be better if you channeled that energy into running instead. Evelynn: 43… Sandra, I need to you to use your binoculars as an optical rangefinder, to gauge the distance between marks I make. We'll soon know if this forest is repeating itself. Sandra: Heh, I'll take Sandra. Still better than a number. Bardolph: And what do I do? Evelynn: Stand guard. Sandra: Wow, you're right Bard. My paws changed without me thinking. My dew claws are like thumbs now. Bardolph: It's weird at first, but you'll get used to it. Sandra: And I really do have better night vision. How long will we do this? Evelynn: Until my theory is verified, or until we lose the lodestars24. Bardolph: You do realize we won't be able to navigate again for hours? For the record, that's when I was planning a rest stop. Evelynn: If my theory is correct, our ability to navigate won't matter. [IRRELEVANT DATA EXPUNGED. NO CONVERSATION.] <Continue Log, 2021-06-03 04:36 PST> Bardolph: Stars are almost gone. Hope you're proud of slowing us down and leaving a trail. Sandra: There's no way. (Whines.) Bardolph: Well I'll be damned. Evelynn: We may all be literally damned now. Unfortunately, my theory is correct. (Loud thudding.) Bardolph: Eve, I know it's upsetting, but please stop. Sandra: That's the first mark! We really are running in circles! (Thudding intensifies.) Bardolph: Seriously, Eve! There's no point in the marks anymore! (Thudding stops.) Evelynn: Apologies. I just needed a moment. Sandra, what range do you have? (Sandra whines.) Evelynn: Sandra Collins! Instance 4342! Sandra: Roughly 150 meters. Evelynn: Summed up, that marks approximately 1650 meters before repetition occurs. Bardolph: So, what exactly does that mean? Evelynn: It means that the forest is indeed Non-Euclidean. I doubt we'll be able to access the road we came from. This forest is also very likely connected to the entity that ambushed our convoy. Sandra: So… we're trapped? At the mercy of that… thing? That thing even a fucking Gauss Rifle couldn't put down?! Evelynn: That is a possibility, and this wouldn't be the first documented case of malicious entities trapping people. (Sandra whines loudly.) Bardolph: (Whimpers.) So, what now? Maybe it only repeats in that direction. Evelynn: That's also a possibility. We should probably repeat the experiment at a 90° angle, once we've regained the ability to navigate. For now, we need to find a secluded area to rest and plan. Sandra: How… long… ? Evelynn: Impossible to say. There are cases of entities trapping victims for what they perceived to be millions of years. (Sandra howls.) Evelynn: Sandra, you need to learn to stifle yourself! (Sandra whines and sobs.) Bardolph: Eve, you need to learn to read the room! Evelynn: I am merely making statements based on our observations and similar cases. She asked questions, and I answered them. Bardolph: Yeah, but you don't lead with the worst case! Evelynn: Would you rather I withheld vital information? Bardolph: I'd rather you stay quiet for now. Sandra: It's not fair! Evelynn: Sandra, stifle your… (Bardolph growls.) Bardolph: There now, love, we'll get through this together. Sandra: But that thing said it wants to kill us! Bardolph: It might have just meant the Guards. Sandra: So what, then? Does it want to torture us? Bardolph: I couldn't tell you, but what I can tell you is that you've got us to face it with you. I'll do everything I can to make sure it doesn't hurt you. Sandra: I didn't ask for any this. Bardolph: None of us did, love. Sandra: No, not just this bullshit. This new face. These freaky new powers. I just want to go home, back to my old life, friends and family, but I know even that's not an option now. Bardolph: I told you, there are plenty of options out there for you, and you're always welcome in Boring. Sandra: Yeah, and what about everything I'm leaving behind? (Whimpers.) When the pandemic happened, I just kept telling myself to wait it out. That eventually, I'd get to hang out with my friends again. That the places where we used to hang out would be fully open again. And no more mask bullshit! But now… Now that will never happen, and I'm stuck wearing a different kind of mask, one that I can never remove to see my old face again! Bardolph: You still have pictures of yourself prior to infection, don't you? Surely you took some selfies, right? Sandra: It's not the same! Just another cruel reminder of what I can never have again! Evelynn: This is a waste of time and will likely draw attention to us! Sandra: You really are an ice cold bitch, you know that. Evelynn: I'm being practical, and technically, since you are a female canine, you are the actual bitch here. Bardolph: Okay, both of you are getting way out of line! Evelynn: No, she's the only one out of line by not focusing on our current situation. We need to escape this forest, and then cope with what we've become. Sandra: Yeah… cope… That's easy for you to say. You were already living and working in weird world before this happened to you. You get to keep your job and your friends and everything else that matters to you. They'll all just shrug off your new look. Evelynn: Hmph. For your information, I may work behind the Veil, but I still had a life outside it. There are also venues I was looking forward to visiting again and people I wanted to see again. I will have to cut ties with all of that now. Sandra: Well, at least you still have your career. I'm not sure what career I'll be able to make for myself now, if any. As if that wasn't already hard enough to do 'outside the Veil,' before all this happened. Evelynn: True, but now it will likely become much more difficult to advance my career. I may never become a Site Director now. Sandra: I'm so sorry you won't get to climb that corporate ladder. Must be nice. Evelynn: And despite what you might think, not everyone I know will simply 'shrug off' my condition. Even my coworkers and supervisors. They'll never see me the same way again, both figuratively and literally. (Voice breaking.) I doubt he'll ever love me looking like this. I doubt anyone ever well. Sandra: Huh, I hadn't even considered romance. Of course, that was always the last thing on my mind, even before all of this. My ex can go fuck himself with a kitchen knife. At least he'll also never get to see my old face again, and this makes ghosting him so much easier. One of the few good things to come out of it. Bardolph: Hey now, I'm sure you'll find love again. Both of you will! Sandra: Oh, please! There's only one group of people that would find us attractive now. Evelynn: Please refrain from bringing up those people. I'd rather not think about those prospects yet. Bardolph: Hey! Not all of us… them are bad! Some would just be happier as animals. I'm certainly happier in my Feral Form than in my Base Form. Sandra: (Gasps.) Oh my God, you're one of them, aren't you?! (Sandra laughs.) Sandra: I'd know that bashful expression on any dog. You really are! This is hilarious! I'll bet you find me attractive, don't you? Bardolph: Well… I… uhhh… Sandra: (Giggles.) You know Wolves and Coyotes are capable of interbreeding, don't you, you dirty dog? Bardolph: Well… yes… of course… Evelynn: (Clears throat.) Could you please cease these vulgarities?! Romance is also the last thing I want to think about, especially right now. Sandra: (Sighs.) Yeah, sorry. I just really needed a moment to take my mind off the fact that we're trapped in a magical forest of death. Bardolph: Heh, I'm just glad you're feeling better, love, even if it's at my expense. Evelynn: Then I'd suggest we first concentrate on escaping this place alive. Afterwards, we can focus on cutting all ties beyond the Veil. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) Mmmm, yes, 'cutting all ties.' (Sandra yips.) Bardolph: (Whimpers.) Oh… No! Belette Le Fou(ine): It's astounding how willing you Jailers are to destroy even your own lives, on top of the countless lives of many others, for the sake of preserving 'normalcy.' Sandra: Holy shit, he really is a were-weasel, in a freaking tux! Belette Le Fou(ine): I would have thought the previous year alone has taught all of you Jailers how drastically 'normalcy' can be shifted, even by the most seemingly insignificant things, so it doesn't really matter in the end. Evelynn: How long have you been up there? Belette Le Fou(ine): Long enough to overhear most of this amusing argument amongst Jailers. Sandra: Why are you calling us Jailers? Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, my apologies for the confusion. I am addressing them, my dear, not you. Terribly sorry. Sandra: Okay, why do you keep calling them Jailers? (Air whooshing. Sandra yelps. Gravel crunching.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Because that's what they are, my dear. Bardolph: Hey, get away from her! (Growls.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Sure, the wolf there may not work for them, but he aids them enough that he might as well be one. Bardolph: I said get away from her! (Barks.) Belette Le Fou(ine): But you, my dear, you aren't like them. You're something special, very special. (Bardolph growls louder.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, I can tell! I have an eye for such things, and unfortunately, so do they. Let me guess, they plan on taking you back to their 'site' to run some more 'tests'? Sandra: Y-yes, but they said once those were complete, I'd be free to go. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Cackles.) Yes, I'm sure that's what they told you, but I'm also sure those 'tests' will beget more 'tests,' which will then beget more in turn, ad infinitum. Sandra: Ad infinitum? (Air whooshing.) Belette Le Fou(ine): As for me, I simply wish to compare notes with all of you, and have a little fun along the way. Evelynn: And after you've 'compared notes' with us? Belette Le Fou(ine): Then this will all be over, and so will your lives. I prefer not to drag things out with false hope like you Jailers do. (Sandra growls.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Tch. Tch. Tch. It seems you've made quite a mess of things, though. Evelynn: We've determined that we're trapped in an area roughly 1.5 kilometers in length. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) I could have told you that without all the effort, but it does explain some sensations. Evelynn: So you are indeed the one who trapped us then, via a connection with this anomalous forest. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Cackles.) Very astute, my dear! Now, let's undo what you've done. We can't have anymore cartography, now can we? (Wood groaning and creaking.) Evelynn: You can heal the trees? Just how much control do you have over this place? (Rocks clattering.) Sandra: Fuck you! You ain't torturing or killing me without a fight! Belette Le Fou(ine): Ow! (Wood creaking stops.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Stop! Sandra: What the fuck?! Evelynn: Kinetoglyphs. Belette Le Fou(ine): How uncouth! It's very rude to throw things, my dear. (Rocks falling to ground.) Evelynn: Ah, so Dr. Rateleken was correct. You can create defensive kinetohazards. (Air whooshing. Fabric fluttering. Grass crunching.) Belette Le Fou(ine): (Closely.) Oh ho ho! Very astute indeed, my dear. Maybe you aren't as simple as he is. Bardolph: (Growls.) What did you do to Ace?! Belette Le Fou(ine): Mmmm, wouldn't you like to know? Evelynn: It used the present tense, so it likely hasn't killed him. Belette Le Fou(ine): Wow! You may be too smart for your own good. I might just kill you right now. Bardolph: (Growls. Barks.) You better no… Evelynn: But then we wouldn't be able to 'compare notes' first. Isn't that what you want? Belette Le Fou(ine): (Cackles.) Right you are, my dear! Still, I will kill you if you don't start using my name. (Rocks clattering.) Sandra: Hey! Cut her some slack! She isn't really good with name courtesy. (Rocks falling to ground, one by one.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Please stop throwing those rocks. Don't make me repeat myself. (Rocks pouring onto ground.) Evelynn: Nonsense, Sandra. Very well, Belette Le Fou(ine), what notes do you wish to compare? Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) Oh, I was hoping you'd finally ask that! Why, the very reason you've changed, of course. Evelynn: Hmmm, so our findings on SCP-6090, the Therianthropy Virus, then? Belette Le Fou(ine): Yes! So tell me, what do you know about it? Evelynn: Unfortunately, little more than what the rest of the world within the Veil knows about it. Belette Le Fou(ine): And doesn't that bother you? Not only as a Jailer, but as someone who's now cursed with it as well? Evelynn: I would hardly call this infection a curse… Sandra: I sure would! Evelynn: …though it is interesting you'd use that phrasing. Do you consider it a curse? Given your physiology, I'm assuming you're infected as well. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Cackles.) So smart, and yet still so ignorant! You Jailers really are still in the dark as to its machinations, but isn't the dark where you all insist on dying, after all? Evelynn: True, we still don't fully understand the mechanisms behind its effects, particularly in humans and the polymorphic abilities it gives to them. However, our latest findings indicate that there may very well be a powerful thaumaturgical or even reality bending element to it. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) And I'm guessing she's your 'latest findings,' isn't she? Evelynn: She is our most recent documented case of infection in humans, yes. Belette Le Fou(ine): I'll bet she's much more than that, isn't she? Sandra: Yeah, I think I can change the past now, like that magical coyote that changed the past to bite me. Evelynn: Sandra! Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, what's with that motion, my dear? Has she said too much now, or did you simply want me to lop off your head? (Evelynn clears her throat.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Yes, I'll bet you hate having a deer head now, don't you? Would no head at all suit you better? Bardolph: (Growls.) If you so much as try… Belette Le Fou(ine): (Cackles.) You'll do what? I'm genuinely curious what you'd do if I were to kill her right in front of you, since you seem to be the least equipped of everyone here. Shall we find out? (Bardolph barks and growls. Sandra growls.) Evelynn: I-I'll settle for having a d-deer head. Now… w-what more did you want to discuss? I… I can go over more details of SCP-6090 with you. (Rocks clattering.) Belette Le Fou(ine): What did I just warn you against earlier, my dear? (Rocks fall to ground. Evelynn starts hyperventilating.) Sandra: I don't care! You aren't killing her, or me, or Bard! Belette Le Fou(ine): Futile, but still amusing. It's also amusing you've discarded decency and assumed your humanoid form to defend her. Sandra: What the fuck are you…? Oh, God! When did I…?! (Sandra screams. Rocks pouring onto ground. Rapid footsteps and rustling.) Sandra: Stop oggling me, you perverted furries! (Air whooshing. Fabric rustling. Evelynn takes deep, ragged breaths.) Bardolph: I wasn't even looking at you! (Belette Le Fou(ine) cackles and guffaws. Its frequency changes from Doppler Effect. Later notes from Dr. Antleur indicate that Belette Le Fou(ine) was flying around wildly and flipping in a manner similar to a trapeze artist while laughing.) Belette Le Fou(ine): You humans really are so wildly amusing! I can see why my people tried a similar experiment on a fateful summer night, so long ago. (Evelynn's breathing slows and calms.) Evelynn: A similar experiment? Belette Le Fou(ine): Oops! Once again, I may have said a bit too much. (Winces.) Perhaps I'll go check on your friend now. (Belette Le Fou(ine) cackles, which fades away. Evelynn loudly exhales and takes slow, shuddering breaths.) Bardolph: Thank God that's over! Sandra: It's only over for now. Why didn't you fuckers tell me I changed?! I didn't even notice! Bardolph: I swear to God, I didn't notice either! I was too focused on whether Belette Le Fou(ine) was about to kill Eve! Sandra: What the fuck happened?! I thought only my paws would change to throw those rocks! Bardolph: When you try to do something too human, like those cricket pitches you were doing, you can change back involuntarily. Happens quite often with new Therians. Sandra: So you really were looking at me, you pervert?! Bardolph: No, I'm only guessing, I swear! Sandra: Yeah, right! Just don't look at me now. Bardolph: Okay! I'll… I'll go check on Eve. (Approaching footsteps.) Bardolph: Are you okay, Eve? Evelynn: I… I just need a moment… to regain my composure. Bardolph: Do you need a hug? I give great wolf hugs, or at least I've been told as much. Evelynn: No, thank you. Bardolph: Whatever you need, I'm here for you. Evelynn: Honestly, this isn't the first time I've been face-to-face with a malicious entity who feigned an intent to kill. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. Bardolph: You put on a tough front. I can tell. My shoulder's here if you need to cry on it. Trust me, it really does help. Evelynn: I appreciate the kind offer, but I'm fine now. We all need to focus on when it eventually comes back. Bardolph: Well, I'll still stay by your side for now. Evelynn: Actually, I think I'll assume Base Form as well, and I'd appreciate some privacy. Bardolph: I'll be happy to give you some, and keep watch for anything hostile. Evelynn: Thank you. Bardolph: Lucky you ignored me, kept your sweater and packed your shorts. Evelynn: I do hope Sandra did the same. I don't trust any plant material in this forest now. (Approaching footsteps.) Sandra: Yeah, I wasn't stupid enough to bring my backpack and not pack some of my clothes in it. Couldn't fit my shoes, though. Bardolph: Heh, looks like I'm the odd one out, then. Wish I'd figured a way to bring at least my underwear. Sandra: Or maybe you just like being naked, you pervert. Bardolph: Could you please stop calling me that?! Sandra: Well, I'm not about to be a contestant on Naked and Afraid: Furry Edition. I brought my clothes and more than one item. Bardolph: I'll just stay in my Feral Form, then. Honestly, I can probably do more to help in this form anyway. Evelynn: So, just focus on my humanoid form and activities that only it can physically perform, correct? Bardolph: Pretty much, yeah. Sandra: You can transform and get dressed now, Eve. I'll make sure this pervert… Bardolph: (Yelps.) Ow! Sandra: …doesn't look at you. Bardolph: (Whines.) Stop pinching my ear! Sandra: Yeah? Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you, or I'll bite it next. Even in this form, I still have a muzzle full of yote teeth. Bardolph: (Whimpers.) I wasn't going to look, but fine. Evelynn: Actually, he said he was going to stand guard. Sandra: Ugh, fine. (Bardolph loudly shakes his head.) Sandra: But I swear, if I see your head swivel more than an inch in our direction. Bardolph: I keep telling you…(Sighs.) Maybe you'll take my word after seeing me keep it. Sandra: Yeah, we'll see. I'll be keeping guard near here, so there should be absolutely no reason for you to look our way, unless you spot something. Bardolph: Yep! (Footsteps fade.) Evelynn: I've been thinking about what Belette Le Fou(ine) said. Despite the trauma, some things still stood out to me. (Rustling.) Sandra: Well, I've been thinking about how I can kill that weasel before he kills me or you… Or even Bard, even though he's in the dog house right now. Evelynn: That might not be wise. We don't know if that's even possible, or what would happen to this forest afterwards. If we did somehow neutralize it, the entire area could deconceptualize into unreality and take all of us with it. (Fabric rustling and rubbing.) Sandra: I don't know what any of that means, but I do know that he can be injured. The guards managed to get in a few lucky shots on his leg and arm. In fact, his arm wasn't moving, and its bandage looked huge and sunken. Evelynn: I definitely took notice of that, and how the bandages appeared to be living seaweed. Sandra: Anyway, we might not have what our guards had, but I did notice that weasel got too distracted to cast that kinetic crap when he was fixing up the damage to this little stage he's trying to play with us on. Evelynn: Huh… It's funny that you should describe this forest as a stage. Belette Le Fou(ine) mentioned his 'people' performed a 'similar experiment' on a summer night a long time ago. I wonder if he was talking about a certain Midsummer Night. Sandra: (Laughs.) Seriously?! That's quite a leap! Evelynn: Welcome to the Foundation, where we've already documented numerous possible connections between the anomalous and works of fiction from antiquity. Sandra: But really, that play is over 500 years old, and its story takes place in Ancient Greece, thousands of years ago. Evelynn: We have already contained many anomalies that are far older than that. Sandra: So you're saying Bottom could have been a Therianthrope. A were-donkey? Evelynn: It is a fascinating possibility, and it opens up the possibility that Belette Le Fou(ine) is a Faerie. Sandra: So wait, even Faeries are real? God, this is all such a head trip. Even literally, since I have a new head! (Chuckles.) Just like Bottom. Evelynn: Unfortunately, the Foundation has very limited knowledge of the Fae, and my knowledge is even more limited, since it's not my department. I was only obligated to learn about Protocol 4000-Eshu, which involves abstaining from using any names, titles, or designations when dealing with certain entities and anomalies. Sandra: Again, seriously?! Names?! Well, in that case, we're already screwed, since we've been using our own names quite a bit with that weasel around. Evelynn: Yes, it is rather curious, but I believe the protocol is only observed in the presence of the Nameless, and that entity clearly has a Name, Belette Le Fou(ine), and insisted we use it. Sandra: Well, I ain't giving him the pleasure. I saw the way he was looking at me, and he also didn't point out that I was naked until it was convenient for him. The way he was talking about me too… (Sandra loudly shudders.) Sandra: And I thought my ex was bad. Bard may be in the closet, but that guy is out and disgusting. … Though I might have been wrong about Bard after all. Dude hasn't looked over here once, not even for a split second. He's just been staring at the sky. Evelynn: Speaking of which, there's now adequate light that I can begin documenting our surroundings with my camera. Since we're all as decent as we can get, and I have proper hands again, I'm going to end the audio log here and begin a video one. (Fabric rustling.) Sandra: Heh, well I'm going to start making some spears to gut that fucker, and then carve some curse words into his precious trees. That should hopefully be a big enough distraction for an opening. Evelynn: I still strongly advise against doing that. We should formulate a proper plan with Bardolph first. Sandra: Pssh, fine, whatever. (Tapping.) Evelynn: Ending audio log… <End Log, 2021-06-03 04:47 PST> Description Addendum William Shakespeare's play, A Midsummer Night's Dream, may be the last remaining account of an ancient Fae experiment with SCP-6090, using Nick Bottom as an SCP-6090-B test subject. + Incident Log 6090-1E: Dr. Rateleken Log 2 - Close Document Note: Log created from Video Recording made by Dr. Atticus Rateleken. <Begin Log, 2021-06-03 04:38 PST> (Starts with close-up of forest floor.) Ace: I hope there's enough light to do this now. I'm unsure how much my night vision has changed. I also hope my snout works so I don't have to use my stylus. (Video flip transitions to show the head of a Crotalus atrox with a human-esque brow and forward facing eyes staring into the camera.) Ace: Hey, it does! Excellent! (Distant forlorn howl. Ace looks off to the side.) Ace: That sounded like a coyote. I really hope it's who I think it is, and not a wild one. (Ace makes a quizzical expression and flicks his tongue.) Ace: Huh, is that what I look like? Not half bad, all things considered. (Ace opens his mouth wide, unfolding his fangs, and closes it again.) Ace: Very interesting. (Ace repeats the process twice more.) Ace: So that's how I'm able to talk. Fascinating hybrid oral anatomy. (Ace shifts his head around, looking at it from all angles.) Ace: Okay, enough self-admiration. This is Dr. Atticus Rateleken, S.C.P. Foundation Researcher, Level 3. In case it isn't already obvious, I am now an SCP-6090-B instance, infection source species: Crotalus atrox, the Western Diamondback Rattlesnake. This video will serve as a continuation of Incident Log 6090-1. (Ace's snout moves towards the camera. Video flip transitions back to a view 10 centimeters above the forest floor. Camera angles upwards to show the surrounding trees in the pre-dawn light.) Ace: This is the forest in which I attempted to hide from the malicious entity that attacked the convoy, self-designation: Belette Le Fou(ine). (Camera swivels to show a tree with a small hole halfway up its trunk.) Ace: That is the tree in which I hid, though my efforts proved futile. At least I know Belette Le Fou(ine) doesn't intend to kill me right away. (Camera moves closer to the hollow tree.) Ace: I will attempt to visually verify and test the anomalous properties of this forest. (Camera points up towards the sky.) Ace: I am going to assume Base Form again to have hands again. (Leaves rustling. Camera swings around wildly as if on a very long self-picture monopod.) Ace: Success! I'll try not to get too much of myself in my shot. (Camera stops moving. View is now 2 meters off the ground, and flip transitions to show Ace's snake head and bare human shoulders.) Ace: Oh good, I got the shot right. If I can just hold my tail in that position, everything should be fine. (Ace runs both hands over his head and neck, which is a much larger version of his Feral Form head.) Ace: Wow, my neck is long! It's got to be around 40 centimeters now. My tail is almost 2 meters in length, so I can easily use it as a selfie stick. (Ace opens his mouth twice again, and wiggles his brows.) Ace: Yep, the expected Theriocephalic anatomy, a hybrid of human and rattlesnake. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. (Ace walks up to the tree and leans against the trunk.) Ace: Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Just a normal stress-induced tree hollow. (Camera shifts view. Tapping. Camera's flashlight activates. Camera is moved to look inside tree hollow.) Ace: Wait, is that writing? (Camera shows a message carved into the interior wooden wall: HOW MANY MORE?) Ace: 'How many more?' Of what? (Camera shifts around to try to spot any other text. There is none.) Ace: I don't recall that text being there when I was inside the tree. Maybe Belette Le Fou(ine) wrote it while talking to me. (Camera pulls back from hollow. Tapping. Flashlight turns off.) Ace: I'm going to see if this is actually a tree inside. (Ace ducks down out of frame. Rocks clattering.) Ace: Ah, here's a good one! (Ace reenters frame with a sharp rock and starts scraping away the bark.) Ace: Nope, nothing but ordinary wood, though I can't really analyze it. (Camera moves close to incision, showing innocuous bark and wood.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.76 (Silent push notifications start appearing at the top of the video frame.) Ace: Why would Belette Le Fou(ine) tell me this tree would bite? Why would I believe it? K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.71 (Ace scrapes harder and faster, making exertion noises. Rattling starts.) Ace: That asshole was just messing with me! I can't hide from it. I can't run from it. I'm its plaything now until it ends me! K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.64 (Rattling gets louder. Camera starts to vibrate slightly. Ace pants and drops the rock.) Ace: (Sighs.) What am I doing? K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.53 Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) Yes, what are you doing to one of my trees? (Ace hiss-yells. Camera turns to show Belette Le Fou(ine) standing next to another tree, back in Base Form.) Ace: Ssshit! Belette Le Fou(ine): I did warn you, didn't I? (Belette Le Fou(ine) wiggles its fingers. Wood creaks and groans in the background. Camera turns back to the tree. The hollow hole snaps shut and disappears, as if it had never been there. Bark rapidly grows back over the incision.) Ace: Sorry you didn't get the chance to guillotine me. (Camera turns back to face Belette Le Fou(ine).) Belette Le Fou(ine): Yes, it really is a shame that you actually heeded my warning. Ace: How many more of what? Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, so you did see my message! Good. Yes, how many more of so many things. (Belette Le Fou(ine) waves its hand and a giant toadstool starts growing out of the ground beside it.) Belette Le Fou(ine): How many more lives will you Jailers ruin? (Belette Le Fou(ine) sits down on the toadstool and crosses its injured leg over its other one.) Belette Le Fou(ine): How many more of my people would you ruin if you got the chance? (Belette Le Fou(ine) doffs its hat, places it on its knee, and lifts it to reveal a saucer and steaming hot cup of tea balanced on it.) Belette Le Fou(ine): How many more experiments will we conduct before I end your life? (Belette Le Fou(ine) dons its hat again and takes a polite sip of its tea.) Ace: Why not just kill me right now? Why wait? It looks like your injuries are still getting worse, and you clearly can't use your right arm. Belette Le Fou(ine): Because it's been so long since I've had the chance to kill Jailers. I intend to savor it for as long as I can, despite my injuries. Besides, we haven't finished comparing notes yet. Ace: What more is there to compare? I've already told you everything the Foundation knows about SCP-6090. (Belette Le Fou(ine) takes another sip of its tea.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Mmmm, you do actually make a good point there, since you Jailers seem to be either tight-lipped or outright ignorant. If anything, I've actually given you more information. (Belette Le Fou(ine) sets the teacup back on the saucer and wiggles its fingers. Wood creaking.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.50 Belette Le Fou(ine): Not that it matters, since none of you are leaving this forest alive. (Camera turns towards the tree trunk Ace has been leaning on. Multiple branches rapidly sprout and wrap themselves around Ace's torso and legs. Ace starts yelling. Rattling intensifies. Video starts to blur from the vibration.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.48 Belette Le Fou(ine): Perhaps I should just kill you right here and now. Ace: No! Please stop! (Saucer and teacup loudly clink from Belette Le Fou(ine) drinking its tea.) Belette Le Fou(ine): And here I thought a moment ago you were asking me to kill you instead of waiting. Did I mishear you? K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.44 Ace: Please! I don't want to die! Belette Le Fou(ine): Very well then. (Wood creaking and groaning stops.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.52 Belette Le Fou(ine): But first, make yourself decent. I grow weary of your nudity. Ace: And how am I supposed to do that? Belette Le Fou(ine): How are you supposed to escape, you simpleton? Ace: Right. (Camera moves in a way indicative of Ace's tail shrinking. Camera moves downward through a series of branches.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Now see, that wasn't so difficult. (Belette Le Fou(ine) winces in pain.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, how I detest having to be in two places at once. I should probably rectify this issue. (Camera is now 10 centimeters off the ground, and angles up to show Belette Le Fou(ine) finishing its tea.) Ace: So you're about to leave to antagonize my associates again? Belette Le Fou(ine): Yes, as it seems my ears are burning from your friends being naughty again elsewhere in my forest. Ace: Seems more like it's your wounds that are burning. You really are confident, aren't you? (Belette Le Fou(ine) giggles.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Always beware that I can kill them and you any time I please, with one arm almost literally tied behind my back, all while enjoying a nice cup of tea. (Belette Le Fou(ine) doffs its hat and covers the teacup and saucer with it.) Belette Le Fou(ine): I'm also not the only one you should be mindful of while in this forest. (Belette Le Fou(ine) lifts its hat to reveal the teacup and saucer have vanished, and dons it again.) Ace: So you aren't the only sapient hostile entity here? (Belette Le Fou(ine) winces.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Mmmm, no, I would say that I'm probably the only one here with any real intelligence, though not the only hostile one. (Belette Le Fou(ine) giggles.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Really, you seem to have forgotten all the implications of what you are now. You might be a predator, but you aren't an apex one. Ace: What exactly do you me… (Ace screams. Camera wildly bounces around before facing the ground, which rapidly accelerates away as it ascends into the air.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.64 (Belette Le Fou(ine) mockingly waves goodbye, bending his knuckles and keeping his wrist straight.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.77 (Camera shifts up to show a specimen of Bubo virginianus 25, its wings flapping almost silently.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.63 Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh my, how exactly are you going to get out of this predicament, I wonder. K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.55 (Camera shifts to show Belette Le Fou(ine) flying alongside the owl. Belette Le Fou(ine)'s normal speaking voice is somehow able to cut through the wind noise. Ace yells back.) Ace: This is your doing, isn't it?! You also control the fauna?! (Belette Le Fou(ine) cackles.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Does it even matter right now? How will you escape? Think, simpleton, think! (Camera swings around wildly. Ace cries out in pain.) Ace: I am not about to become an owl pellet! (Camera shows brief glimpses of two people and a black wolf in a clearing.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Mmmm, it seems this situation will rectify itself rather soon. (Owl screeches and its flight becomes erratic. Ace screams.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.62 (Camera begins rapid descent towards the trees. Leaves rustling. Tree branches breaking.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.74 (Heavy thud. Camera bounces up and down, slips downward and continues tumbling to the ground.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.81 (Video goes dark. Audio picks up muffled shouts of concern.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.72 K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.62 + Incident Log 6090-1F: Dr. Antleur Log 2 - Close Document Note: Log created from Video Recording made by Dr. Evelynn Antleur. <Begin Log, 2021-06-03 04:48 PST> (Starts with a forest clearing, with Bardolph in Feral Form casually sitting off to the right, his head shifting between points in the trees and sky.) Sandra: Hey Bard! You can come back over now! Eve is decent! (Bardolph turns his head to look, smiles, and runs over.) Sandra: First, I want to say I'm sorry for doubting you, and calling you a pervert. (Bardolph stops in front of her, panting and wagging his tail.) Bardolph: No worries! I'm used to it. Unfortunately, it's still a common misconception about Furries. Sandra: Heh, finally fessing up, I see. (Evelynn clears her throat.) Evelynn: Both of you, please be silent for at least a minute while I make a formal introduction. (Video flip transitions to show a white Dama dama doe head with humanoid eyes and brow, on a human body wearing a black turtleneck sweater dress.) Evelynn: This is Dr. Evelynn Antleur, S.C.P. Foundation Researcher, Level 3. Unfortunately, I am now an SCP-6090-B instance, infection source species: Dama dama, the Fallow Deer. The two other SCP-6090-B instances are my associates. (Video flip transitions back to Sandra, who is snapping off low thick branches. Bardolph is watching her curiously.) Evelynn: Sandra Collins, SCP-6090-B instance 4342, infection source species: Canis latrans, the Common Coyote, and Dr. Bardolph Dalton, employee of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions, infection source species: Canis lupus, the Gray Wolf. (Sandra sits down on the ground, sets the broken branches next to her, takes off her backpack, unzips it and withdraws a multi-tool from it.) Bardolph: Sandy, what exactly are you doing? Sandra: Gonna make some pikes to make that weasel go pop. (Sandra flicks a saw out and begins quickly cutting the ends off the branches.) Bardolph: Sorry, but, are you insane?! You know that won't work, and it'll get you killed. Sandra: And what would you suggest, Bard? Let that asshole torture us for a million fucking years?! (Sandra finishes the last branch, flicks the saw back and flicks out a knife.) Bardolph: We try to find a way out of this place, or at least wait it out until the Supervisors, err, the Foundation, send reinforcements in here. Evelynn: I agree with Bardolph. Please stop this, it's a waste of time. (Sandra starts whittling the smaller ends of the branches into sharp points.) Sandra: And what if those reinforcements never come? What if they can't get in, or they can't find us because that weasel has made this place like a maze? We've already seen that he has complete control over the trees. Evelynn: The Foundation has countless resources for navigating anomalous, non-Euclidean spaces. There are several Mobile Task Forces that specialize in doing just that. They will be able to reach us, contain Belette Le Fou(ine), and evacuate us from this space. Sandra: Well, I ain't waiting on these 'task forces' to save our asses. We don't know what that thing's going to do to us next, how long he plans on keeping us alive, and if he'll even give us anymore moments alone. I won't be tortured, and I won't go down without a fight. I'm sick of this bullshit! (Sandra raises her hackles and growls. Her ears fold back and her whittling becomes more vigorous.) Bardolph: Please, Sandy, don't do this. Belette Le Fou(ine) seems willing to talk, and we can probably keep him talking to drag things out until help arrives. Evelynn: I agree on taking a more diplomatic approach, though with your current mood and attitude, I'm not sure that's possible. Sandra: And how long would you two drag things out? You know we'll need to drink after four days, and eat eventually, right? I don't know about you guys, but I won't be consuming anything from this forest. I've got three protein bars and a water bottle that we stretch as long as we can, but then that's it. Evelynn: You do actually have a point there. (Bardolph whimpers and sulks.) Bardolph: Yeah, haven't had the time to think about that until now. (Sandra chuckles. Her whittling slows, her ears prick back up, and her expression relaxes.) Sandra: Yeah, I do, don't I? Surprised basic bodily needs didn't already occur to someone as smart as you. We'll probably have to sleep in shifts too, and we're already overtired from the road trip. (Sandra speeds up her whittling.) Sandra: And what if, in the process of 'diplomacy' and 'dragging things out,' that weasel serves us up some shit he's done God-knows-what to? Throws us a little tea party? What will you two do then? What if he says he'll kill you if you don't accept it? (Bardolph whimpers louder. Sandra finishes off the last spear and stands up.) Evelynn: I'll politely decline and attempt to shift the subject. (Sandra dons her backpack and keeps her multi-tool in hand.) Sandra: Yeah, good luck with that. I ain't playing along, though. (Sandra picks up the spears with her other arm and starts walking around the outskirts of the clearing.) Bardolph: Maybe she does have a point, Eve. (Sandra drives two spears into the ground behind a tree she didn't damage.) Evelynn: I will try my best to preserve my own life, in spite of her efforts. (Sandra repeats the process with other undamaged trees.) Bardolph: And what about her? Evelynn: She will likely get herself killed if she attempts this folly. (Bardolph whines.) Evelynn: I will do what I can to save her with negotiation, but if it comes down to my life or hers, I'll choose mine. (Sandra runs out of spears, walks over to one of the trees she pulled branches from, and begins carving into its trunk.) Bardolph: Don't talk like that Eve! We're in this together! Evelynn: Again, I will do my best. It would be a shame to lose a subject as unique as her. There's so much we could learn about both SCP-3577 and SCP-6090 by just studying her alone. (Sandra finishes carving an obscene phrase into the trunk. Her ears twitch and swivel as she moves onto the next one.) Bardolph: Is that all she is to you? A test subject? Evelynn: She is an unprecedented sapient instance of SCP-3577. We could be looking at years of research in her case. (Sandra carves into the next tree more intensely than the last, with broader and deeper knife strokes.) Bardolph: Years?! Eve, you can't be serious. Evelynn: Dr. Dalton, from one scientist to another, take my advice: It's best not to get attached to anomalous objects, especially humanoid ones. Bardolph: You know you have to let her leave, under the F.A.C.T. Agreement. Evelynn: Her retroactive reality bending abilities are not fully understood and that makes her a potential threat to herself and others. We are well within our rights to contain her indefinitely under the exception clauses of that Agreement, just as we are within our rights under the Boring Agreement to confiscate and contain any threatening anomalous animals from your organization. (Bardolph whines loudly.) Evelynn: You should be well aware by now that neither the U.I.U. nor W.W.S. have any jurisdiction in her case. (Sandra has since finished off the second tree and moved onto a third, carving into it with noteably excessive force.) Bardolph: What am I supposed to tell her? Evelynn: You don't tell her anything. Just go along with our usual ruses. Stay as terse as you can, nod your head in agreement with us, and gradually break off all contact with her. (Bardolph whimpers.) Evelynn: It's for the best, Bardolph. The Foundation always knows what's best. (Sandra finishes off the third tree and pounds against it with her fist.) Bardolph: (Sighs.) Yeah, I know the deal. I'll do my best, just like with the others. (Sandra stops pounding and takes deep breaths. Her face is in anguish.) Evelynn: Good boy. (Sandra moves onto a fourth tree and stabs into it with her knife.) Evelynn: Well, she seems to be rather upset again. Bardolph: Can you blame her? I mean, given what we're up against. Evelynn: It really is overkill, even for such futile actions. Bardolph: Heh, says the woman who bucked the crap out of a tree trunk when we realized we were trapped here. Cut her some slack! Evelynn: Fair enough. (Sandra finishes carving one curse word into the trunk. She pants and pounds on the tree.) Bardolph: We should focus on what to do when Belette Le Fou(ine) returns. (Sandra relaxes her facial expression and her chest heaving slows.) Evelynn: It would be best if you followed my lead on that as well, unless the situation worsens. In which case, you're welcome to improvise however you like to give us all the best chance of survival. (Sandra walks back towards the camera with a neutral expression on her face.) Bardolph: You feeling better, love? Did you get it out of your system? Evelynn: I trust you're ready to follow our plan, despite how much you may have already compromised it with your actions. Sandra: Yeah, no. You two can sing and dance for that pompous weasel all you want, but I'm sticking with my plan. If anything, you'll both probably be a better distraction and give me a better opening to finish what the guards started. Bardolph: Sandy, please don't do this. You'll just get yourself killed. Sandra: No, I'm official done with this bullshit. All of it. Either I take that fucker down, or I go down swinging. Evelynn: (Sighs.) It's obvious now I'd be wasting my time trying to convince you otherwise. When your brash actions inevitably fail, Bardolph and I will do our best to convince Belette Le Fou(ine) to overlook them and spare your life. Sandra: Heh, it almost sounds like you're actually on his side now. Bardolph: We're on your side, love, and we always will be. Sandra: If you say so. Bardolph: Hey now! We're all in the same boat here. Sandra: Of course we are… (Sandra looks at Bardolph and her expression brightens up.) Sandra: I mean, yeah, with this whole prison and its weasel warden. (Sandra lifts her arms and twirls around.) Bardolph: That's the spirit! Speaking of which, we need to get ready for when Belette Le Fou(ine) comes ba… (Owl screeches. Camera view shifts to show an owl with an elongated object in its talons growing larger. Belette Le Fou(ine) is floating next to it.) Sandra: What the fuck now?! (Owl releases the elongated object, which screams and continues to grow larger and oddly shaped as it falls.) Bardolph: It can't be! (Bardolph runs toward the object as it rustles leaves and breaks branches falling through the trees. Evelynn chases after him with the camera.) Bardolph: Ace! Is that you?! (Object's fall stops on the end of a thick lower branch. It bounces up and down with the object draped over it. A smaller object falls off one end of it.) Atticus: (Coughs.) Who else would it be?! (Atticus is in the form of a Crotalus atrox specimen as large as a full grown Eunectes murinus 26. He has a stunted, scale-covered, human-like upper torso with arms along the length of his body, and an equally stunted and scaly human-like lower torso with legs further down the length of his body.) Bardolph: Oh my God, you're bleeding! (Camera shifts position to show 8 fresh gashes along the length of Atticus' body.) Atticus: It's okay. (Coughs.) They're just superficial wounds, or at least I hope they are. Bardolph: They still look pretty bad, and were probably worse before you started transforming. Bardolph: Eve! Tear off your sweater sleeves! I need them now! (Video shifts to a view of the sky as Evelynn sets down her camera. Fabric tearing.) Atticus: Did I even finish transforming? (Coughs.) I feel really weird now, even weirder than when I first became a Therianthrope an hour ago. Bardolph: No, you're in some kind of intermediate form between your Base Form and Feral Form. Atticus: (Winces.) Woah, you're right. I look like some kind of Chinese Dragon Rattlesnake Hybrid. Bardolph: Try not to move right now. I'm going to dress your wounds first. Atticus: Shouldn't I simply finish transforming to heal them? Bardolph: No way, mate. We don't know how bad they are. Transforming could make them worse instead of better. (Atticus winces and grunts.) Bardolph: Besides, you got an intermediate form after being a Therian for only an hour! Lucky! (Atticus grunts in pain.) Bardolph: I've been one for years and I'm still trying to develop a good intermediate form for myself. Atticus: I'm… not exactly sure how I even assumed this form. I was assuming my Base Form to escape that owl, but I guess I collided with the trees before I could finish transforming. Bardolph: Well, you need to stay in that form until you've healed a little, and commit it to muscle memory in the meantime, so you can access it in the future. (Atticus winces.) Evelynn: (Sighs.) Bardolph, could you please assume your Feral Form again? Bardolph: Not until I've gotten Ace down. Ace, you ready? Atticus: Yeah. I think I still have my locomotion gastrosteges, so I should be able to help. Bardolph: Okay, but be careful. I'm going to start pulling now. (Grunts.) (Wood creaking. Atticus winces.) Evelynn: Ugh, it's a good thing my phone's camera is pointed skyward right now. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) Mmmm, yes it is. Now the wolf has decided to disregard decency to save his friend. Atticus: You really are a piece of work, you know that? (Winces.) Are you enjoying my suffering? Belette Le Fou(ine): Very much so! Thank you so much for asking. Evelynn: How long do you intend to keep us trapped in this anomalous forest before you kill us? Belette Le Fou(ine): For as long as you humans continue to amuse me, and this right here is quite amusing. (Cackles.) Bardolph: Okay, one last pull. (Atticus winces and yells. Heavy thud.) Atticus: Thanks! Bardolph: Any time! Evelynn: Bardolph, please assume your Feral Form now. Bardolph: Right, will do! Belette Le Fou(ine): So it seems my experiment was a success, and my theory was proven correct. Evelynn: Your experiment? (Evelynn lifts the camera off the ground. Video shows Atticus on his ventral side, wiggling his legs and pushing up with his arms to attempt to stand upright.) Atticus: So all this really was your doing? (Belette Le Fou(ine) giggles. Video pans to show it standing on the ground in front of Atticus and Bardolph.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Since you Jailers have run out of notes to compare, or simply don't want to share, let's make some new ones now! Evelynn: In that case, what was the theory that you mentioned earlier? Belette Le Fou(ine): That blunt force trauma applied mid-transformation can stop it halfway and unlock intermediate forms as a result. Evelynn: Huh, very interesting, actually. We hadn't thought of trying such an experiment on an SCP-6090-B instance yet. Bardolph: Eve, you aren't seriously condoning this? Evelynn: No I am not. There are definitely safer, more controlled ways to induce such trauma. Perhaps a Taser. Bardolph: Right, because that's so much better. Atticus: It certainly would have been better than falling through tree branches. Belette Le Fou(ine): I might not have one of those, but I have so many other, more natural resources at my disposal. There are so many more experiments I can perform! The only question is: What to do to all of you next? (Cackles.) Oh, we're going to have so much fuuuuuUUUUU… (Belette Le Fou(ine) screams in pain. A wooden spear is now protruding from its left thigh. Silvery blue blood drips from the wound.) Evelynn: That foolish girl really is going through with it. (Belette Le Fou(ine) ducks down to grab the spear, right as another flies over its back.) Evelynn: I want to apologize for Sandra's behavior! Please don't do anything rash because of her. (Belette Le Fou(ine) pulls the spear out and screams. Silvery blue blood begins to pour out of the wound.) Bardolph: Holy crap, we really could have a shot! (Belette Le Fou(ine) looks over in panic and levitates out of the way as another spear flies past him.) Evelynn: Stop it! He will probably kill all of us after this! (Belette Le Fou(ine) winces and giggles painfully.) Belette Le Fou(ine): You're right to fear me, my dear, and you ne'er-do-wells are lucky I still can't use my right hand. (Belette Le Fou(ine) reaches into its dress jacket, pulls out a seaweed-like substance and applies it to its leg wound.) Bardolph: You aren't keeping us here anymore! (Belette Le Fou(ine) groans in pain and dodges as Bardolph lunges with his mouth open. The seaweed grows to cover its wound and staunch the bleeding.) Atticus: Heh, judging by the trail, you've now lost a lot more blood than I have. (Belette Le Fou(ine) narrowly dodges another spear. It waves its hand and toadstools start growing around it.) Atticus: How does it feel, I wonder. (Bardolph lunges at Belette Le Fou(ine) from behind.) Belette Le Fou(ine): It no longer feels amusing. (Belette Le Fou(ine) dodges the lunge and waves its hand again. Several toadstool caps detach from their stems and fly through the air.) Bardolph: I'm not chasing after your mushroom Frisbees! (Bardolph lunges at Belette Le Fou(ine), but several toadstool caps fly towards him.) Belette Le Fou(ine): No, but they'll chase after you! (Bardolph manages to catch one flying toadstool cap in his mouth, but two more collide with his torso.) Evelynn: Bardolph! (Bardolph whines in pain and tumbles to the ground. Belette Le Fou(ine) cackles and waves its left hand in blurring motions. A spear is stopped mid-flight with a kinetohazard.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Let's have no more of that either, shall we? (The spear drops to the ground. Bardolph shakily starts to stand back up. Belette Le Fou(ine) giggles and looks in Sandra's direction with a malicious grin.) Belette Le Fou(ine): You've been a very naughty girl. (Belette Le Fou(ine) waves its hand and Sandra screams. Camera swings over to show tree roots sprouting from the ground and wrapping around her legs.) Belette Le Fou(ine): It seems you've also carved profanities into several of my trees. (Sandra trips over backwards and falls onto her butt and elbows. Tree roots sprout and wrap themselves around her forearms.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Very naughty indeed. (Belette Le Fou(ine) rapidly flies into view and abruptly stops to float directly above her.) Belette Le Fou(ine): You're such a special girl. It would be a shame if I had to kill you. (Belette Le Fou(ine) licks its lips and places its tongue on its upper teeth.) Sandra: God, you really are worse than my ex! (Sandra spits on Belette Le Fou(ine)'s tuxedo jacket.) Sandra: You might call them 'Jailers,' but you're the real 'Jailer' here, imprisoning us in this forest. Sure, it's a picturesque prison, but it's still a prison. Belette Le Fou(ine): (Giggles.) That's enough naughty words out of your dirty muzzle. (Belette Le Fou(ine) waves its hand. Vines grow out of the ground and over Sandra's shoulder, wrapping around her muzzle.) Belette Le Fou(ine): You know, I don't have to kill you right now. Maybe we can compromise. (Sandra raises her hackles and growls.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Perhaps you'll stop throwing things and behave better if I blinded you. (Sandra whimpers and struggles against the vines. Bardolph growls and barks.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Of course, since I only have one hand, we'll have to do this one eye at a time, but really, it's more enjoyable that way. (Bardolph runs up and lunges at its left arm. Belette Le Fou(ine) waves its left hand and two more toadstool caps collide with him mid-air. They stick to his body and begin clamping down on it.) Bardolph: What the heck?! I can't get them off! (Bardolph whines in pain and collapses to the ground.) Atticus: Bard! (Atticus tries to stand. His body ungulates and falls over.) Atticus: Dammit, my torso's like a wet noodle. I should probably just slither. (Belette Le Fou(ine) places its left hand on the right side of Sandra's face. Sandra makes a muffled scream.) Bardolph: Oh God, they're breaking my ribs! (Bardolph howls in pain.) Atticus: Hang on, I'm coming! (Atticus slithers over to him, dragging his legs but keeping his arms off the ground.) Evelynn: Please don't do this! If you injure Bardolph and impair Sandra's sight, you won't be able to perform as many tests. Isn't that what you want? Belette Le Fou(ine): But don't you see, Jailer? I'm performing a test right now: testing the pain tolerance of Therianthropes. (Atticus pulls on edge of the mushroom cap with his child-sized arms, but it doesn't budge.) Atticus: Damn baby arms! I don't think I can get them off. (Bardolph whines and coughs.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Keep recording this, so we have all the data, and be sure to get my good side. (Belette Le Fou(ine) holds his left thumb just above Sandra's right eye, ready to press down.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, and if you even think of interfering, I'll blind you next. Atticus: Please, release these toadstool vices! They're going to crush him! Belette Le Fou(ine): Sorry, lad, but the wolf, like her, needs to be taught a lesson. (Atticus hisses, opens his mouth, and sinks his fangs into the toadstool cap. It slackens and shrivels.) Atticus: Holy shit, that actually worked! (Belette Le Fou(ine) cringes and winces, removing its hand from Sandra's face.) Atticus: And now the other one. (Atticus bites into the second toadstool cap, causing Belette Le Fou(ine) to wince again as it withers and dies.) Atticus: Bard, are you okay?! (Bardolph takes ragged, raspy breaths.) Bardolph: Right… knackered… (Coughs.) But still alive. (Coughs.) Ribs positively cracked… though. Hard to… (Coughs.) breathe… Atticus: Try not to talk anymore, then. Just focus on staying alive. (Bardolph nods weakly. Belette Le Fou(ine) growls.) Belette Le Fou(ine): No matter, I can deal with them later. (Belette Le Fou(ine) smiles, giggles and places its left thumb on Sandra's closed right eye.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Now, where were we, my dear? (Sandra struggles and quietly screams.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, come now, don't fret. You're about to be part of an exciting experiment! CSR-05: HEY! I'VE GOT AN EXPERIMENT FOR YOU! (Camera turns to show a male Foundation guard with a longhorn bull head, fully armored and loaded out with as many guns and magazines as he could carry, pointing one at Belette Le Fou(ine).) Atticus: What the fuck?! An MTF Minotaur?! CSR-05: Sorry I took so long, I had to prepare. (Belette Le Fou(ine) cackles and releases his hand from Sandra.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Now this is quite the unexpected treat! And here I thought I killed all of you. CSR-05: Frankly, I'm just as surprised I'm not dead. Atticus: You got infected and transforming fixed your superficial wounds, that's how. CSR-05: Yeah, probably. (Belette Le Fou(ine) guffaws and climbs off Sandra.) Belette Le Fou(ine): You might not be dead now, but you soon will be. CSR-05: Yeah, we'll just see about that. Belette Le Fou(ine): And what, pray tell, is this experiment of yours? I hope it's something more creative than just shooting at me. (Belette Le Fou(ine) wiggles and twists its fingers, blurring them and some of the air around him.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Your fellow guards already tried that experiment, and it thoroughly failed. CSR-05: Nah. Was thinking I'd try this first. (CSR-05 quickly swings his arm to point his gun at the tree trunk next to him and fires a few rounds into it.) Atticus: What the fuck?! (Belette Le Fou(ine) cries in agony, bending down and grabbing its forearm wound.) CSR-05: Just as I thought. You feel this forest's pain. Atticus: Huh, was starting to suspect that too. CSR-05: Yeah, saw him double over in pain when the Gauss felled a few of the trees. (Belette Le Fou(ine) looks up at CSR-05 with fury. CSR-05 fires another round. It screams.) CSR-05: Well, I'm about to cause you a whole lot more pain for what you did to my team. (CSR-05 looks at Atticus and pulls out a serrated knife.) CSR-05: Dr. Rateleken, get yourself and Dr. Dalton to cover. (CSR-05 looks at Evelynn, shoots the tree again and tosses the knife to her side.) CSR-05: Dr. Antleur, free the coyote girl and do the same. (CSR-05 shoots the tree twice more and turns back to Belette Le Fou(ine).) CSR-05: And as for you, I'm just getting started. LET'S FUCKING GO! (CSR-05 grabs a second gun with his other hand, shoots two other trees and runs out of sight. Belette Le Fou(ine) shakily stands and levitates after him.) Atticus: Come on, Bard, you gotta try to stand. (Evelynn grabs the knife and cuts the base of the vine wrapped around Sandra's muzzle. It withers and falls away.) Sandra: I almost lost an eye! You can keep filming this shit after freeing me. Evelynn: Right, of course. (Evelynn sets the camera down to face the sky again. Gunfire and Belette Le Fou(ine)'s laughter continue throughout.) Sandra: Free my left arm first and hand me my multi-tool. It's right over there. Evelynn: Yes, I see it. … Sandra: Thanks! Now get started on my legs. I'll free my right arm. Evelynn: That was my plan too. … Sandra: Finally! I guess this is one time you're willing to set me free. Evelynn: I don't know what you mean by that, but we need to get to cover now. (Evelynn comes into view of the camera and picks it back up. Belette Le Fou(ine) chases after CSR-05, occasionally stopping to cringe in pain.) Atticus: Over hear! Hurry! (Bardolph leans against a large boulder, raggedly breathing. Atticus is feeling Bardolph's chest for damage.) Atticus: I hope that weasel can't control rocks too. (Sandra runs over to them with Evelynn following.) Sandra: We need to figure out how to kill that thing. Maybe if we wreck the forest enough. Evelynn: I'll remind you the entire forest could collapse in on itself if it dies. Sandra: I don't know about you, but that weasel's probably gonna kill us after this. (Camera turns to show CSR-05 knocking over some smaller trees with his bare hands while shooting larger ones.) Sandra: If you're right, we're dead either way, so who cares? Evelynn: My plan is to let the guard handle containing Belette Le Fou(ine). Sandra: This is our endgame and we need our own plan, or we're all dead. (CSR-05 discards a spent gun and grabs another.) Sandra: That guard doesn't have infinite ammo, and I don't know what his plan is other than making an opening for us. Atticus: I could bite Belette Le Fou(ine). My venom would knock him flat, but it probably wouldn't kill him. Evelynn: Hmmm, that may actually work. Crotalus venom isn't immediately fatal. Can you control the dosage? Atticus: I can't say it'll be very accurate. Only thing I've bitten were those mushroom vices. Evelynn: Try not to send it into shock if you can. That should ensure its organs remain undamaged for long term containment. Sandra: Wow, that is literally all you think about, isn't it? Evelynn: Securing and Containing the anomalous to Protect the rest of the world is the Foundation's primary directive. Sandra: And you never think beyond that, do you? Atticus: Now is really not the time for this debate! Belette Le Fou(ine): (Cackling.) Looks like you're almost out of ammunition. What then? CSR-05: Well, I find out the secret to your amazingly high pain tolerance. Belette Le Fou(ine): Honestly, I've grown numb to the pain by now. (Belette Le Fou(ine) waves its arm and toadstool caps fly at CSR-05.) CSR-05: Guess I should slow down to let your pain receptors recover. (CSR-05 shoots down the toadstool caps.) Belette Le Fou(ine): The moment you slow down is the moment you die. CSR-05: Okay, I'll speed up then! (CSR-05 weaves through the trees at a sprint, outrunning the caps as they collide with trunks.) Evelynn: Impressive physical enhancements. Atticus: They're moving so fast, I don't know how I'll even get close. Sandra: I still have some spears hidden around here. Atticus: Go use them! Eve, make a distraction! Evelynn: What am I supposed to do?! Atticus: What you do best: lecture him! (Sandra runs off. Atticus pets Bardolph.) Atticus: Looks like some bruising and hairline fractures at worst. Just, try to stay out of sight, okay? Bardolph: Will… do… (Atticus slithers off. Evelynn runs out into the field.) Evelynn: Why not spare him for your experiments?! He's another Therianthrope now, after all! (Belette Le Fou(ine) stops, winces in pain and turns towards Evelynn with a malicious grin.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh no, my dear. He's far too naughty to let live. (Belette Le Fou(ine) wiggles its fingers into blurs. Several bullets and a spear are stopped by kinetohazards.) Belette Le Fou(ine): In fact, so is everyone else here. (Belette Le Fou(ine) waves its arm and toadstool caps fly towards Evelynn.) Evelynn: Wait, I never attacked you! (Kinetoglyphs vanish. The bullets and spear drop to the ground.) Belette Le Fou(ine): But you no longer amuse me. (Evelynn rapidly leaps and dodges several toadstool caps.) Evelynn: Huh, I've never been able to move and jump like this before! (Evelynn starts laughing as she dodges more toadstool caps.) Belette Le Fou(ine): You're quite the agile deer, my dear. Let's do something about that! (Belette Le Fou(ine) waves its arm. Evelynn trips, falls, and yells.) Evelynn: Please, no! (Toadstool caps are shot apart before they reach Evelynn. Her ankle is twisted and trapped under tree roots.) Belette Le Fou(ine): You shouldn't be a problem now. (Belette Le Fou(ine) lands on the ground next to Evelynn. It cringes and groans in pain.) Evelynn: What are you going to do to me? (Belette Le Fou(ine) giggles and wiggles its fingers, stopping several more bullets mid-air.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Why, the same thing I was about to do to the coyote, of course. Evelynn: Please don't, I'm much more valuable sighted. (Belette Le Fou(ine) cries in pain. Gunfire in the background.) Belette Le Fou(ine): But first, I'll handle the other nuisances. (Belette Le Fou(ine) rapidly gesticulates its entire left arm, blurring the air around itself as the still floating bullets begin the gyrate.) Belette Le Fou(ine): It seems that you're almost out of ammunition. How about I do you a kindness, and… (Belette Le Fou(ine) makes some final motions and the bullets rapidly fly back towards CSR-05.) Belette Le Fou(ine): …return some of it to you! (CSR-05 screams as one hits his shoulder and another his stomach. He fires the gun in his other hand at Belette Le Fou(ine)'s head.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Again with the headshots? (CSR-05 pulls out a piece of metal with a cloth wrapped around it as he starts to collapse.) Belette Le Fou(ine): What do you hope to accomplish? I'll stop anything you throw at m… (CSR-05 throws the metal with all his might as he falls. The cloth unravels mid-air, revealing markings on it drawn in blood.) Evelynn: Antikinetoglyphs… (Green kinetoglyphs appear around it as it gets close. They instantly disappear and the metal keeps moving, embedding itself into Belette Le Fou(ine)'s thigh, just above its knee.) Belette Le Fou(ine): What the…?! (Belette Le Fou(ine) makes a blood curdling shriek and collapses. Silvery blue blood seeps from the wound as the surrounding tissue inflames and blisters.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Oh, my Queen! IT BURNS! (Belette Le Fou(ine) grabs it with both hands, but pulls them away seconds later and screams again. Second degree burn marks are visible on both its palms.) Belette Le Fou(ine): PLEASE! SOMEONE! MAKE IT STOP! OH, MY QUEEN, IT BURNS SO BAD!! (Evelynn dislodges her foot, crawls over to Belette Le Fou(ine) and punches it in the eye.) Evelynn: That's for threatening to blind me! (Evelynn sits up and looks down on him.) Evelynn: I look forward to studying you in containment. (Belette Le Fou(ine) laughs weakly in between grunts of pain.) Belette Le Fou(ine): And how… are you… going to… contain me? Evelynn: Immobilization via Crotalus venom. Dr. Rateleken, you may administer the injection now! (Atticus slithers out from behind a nearby tree, having regained his phone.) Atticus: With great pleasure, Dr. Antleur. K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.64 (Atticus slithers close to Belette Le Fou(ine) and lunges, sinking his massive fangs into its shoulder. It gurgles and screams.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.52 Evelynn: That should be more than sufficient. (Atticus pulls out after a quarter second. Belette Le Fou(ine) reaches up and grabs Atticus by the neck.) Evelynn: I'll knock you out personally, you cretin! (Atticus chokes and coughs. Evelynn makes a fist and readies herself.) Belette Le Fou(ine): I'll strangle just one more Jailer before I… (Belette Le Fou(ine) curtly releases Atticus, seizes up, and shrieks in agony.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.66 Evelynn: Atticus, just how much venom did you give him? (Belette Le Fou(ine)'s superficial blood vessels turn black around its bite wound. This quickly spreads throughout its body.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.73 (Atticus coughs in between words.) Atticus: I was careful… to minimize the… dose… Of course, I didn't… know it'd go for my… throat! (Belette Le Fou(ine) screams as fur starts to shed from its head and its face distorts.) Evelynn: What in the world?! K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.85 Atticus: Eve, you're still… recording all of this… right?! Evelynn: Of course! I never stopped. I trust you are as well? Atticus: Yes I am, but we need to document this thoroughly! (Rapid footsteps approaching.) Sandra: What did I miss?! Did we finally get hi… WHAT THE FUCK?! Evelynn: Absolutely fascinating! (Sandra pulls out her own phone and starts filming.) Evelynn: Yes, thank you, Sandra. We need to observe this from multiple angles. (Belette Le Fou(ine)'s face shifts to resemble a humanoid with high cheekbones and pointed ears.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.91 Evelynn: I definitely wasn't expecting this. Atticus: Neither was I. Sandra: What the fuck did you two do to him?! Atticus: I bit him. (Belette Le Fou(ine) stops screaming and pants. It reaches up to feel its face.) Belette Le Fou(ine): It… can't… be… (Belette Le Fou(ine) waves its arm and everyone jumps back.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 0.95 Sandra: Don't try anything stupid! (A small puddle of water seeps up from the ground next to Belette Le Fou(ine). He leans over and looks into it.) Belette Le Fou(ine): It is… I'd forgotten… how handsome I looked. (Belette Le Fou(ine) groans and falls back down. Parts of its body begin to fade and visually distort.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.09 Belette Le Fou(ine): All my pain is gone… and soon I will be too. Sandra: What the absolute fuck is happening to you? Belette Le Fou(ine): I'm deconceptualizing. K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.14 Sandra: What? Evelynn: Ceasing to exist. Belette Le Fou(ine): Without my original Name or my Queen's curse, there isn't enough to maintain my existence. K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.27 Evelynn: You should have fully deconceptualized by now, which concerns me about the integrity of this place. Belette Le Fou(ine): My paradoxical Name is delaying the process, but it won't hold. Sandra: All this stuff about Names again?! K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.33 Belette Le Fou(ine): My original Name was the key to my existence, the key to me. Without it, only a mere patchwork kept me going. Sandra: Seriously?! Belette Le Fou(ine): It's the case with everyone! K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.49 (The visual distortions become worse, and more parts of its body fade away.) Belette Le Fou(ine): Always cherish your Name, and keep it hidden from those who would steal it. (Belette Le Fou(ine) turns to Evelynn with a cheeky grin.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.54 Belette Le Fou(ine): And you have nothing to worry about, Jailer. We're still in your reality. Evelynn: But this area is Non-Euclidean. Belette Le Fou(ine): Just part of the magic. You'll all survive, and bare witness to my death. (Sandra moves in closer and re-angles her phone.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.62 Belette Le Fou(ine): That's right, keep filming and don't look away. None of you look away! Atticus: I wasn't planning to. Belette Le Fou(ine): Good. You Jailers always need a reminder. This is the truth your Foundation keeps hidden, even from its own. K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.71 (The video itself begins to distort as pockets of unreality consume its body.) Belette Le Fou(ine): This is what you Jailers did to millions of my people over a century ago, on behalf of the Factory. (Only a few scattered parts of Belette Le Fou(ine) remain.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.76 Belette Le Fou(ine): We will destroy the Factory, and we will destroy you Jailers too, if you get in our way again. Atticus: Who's 'WE'?! Belette Le Fou(ine): We are… the Mabbites… The Mabbites… The Mabbites… The Mabbites… (Belette Le Fou(ine) fades out of existence. His last words continue to echo as the plants wither and die all around them.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.48 Evelynn: He said this place wouldn't collapse! (All the trees shed their leaves, shrivel up, fall over and rot away into nothing.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.29 Atticus: I think it's just the plants that are collapsing. (Nothing remains but rocks in a vacant field. The road is 0.5 kilometers away.) Sandra: The road was right freaking there?! God, now I know how the people on Lost felt. K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.12 (The roots under the trucks and covering the MTF Trailer dissolve away. The battery fire reignites from air exposure.) K.C.Alert: Hume at 1.00. Reality Nominal. Bardolph: Is it… finally… over? (Bardolph stumbles towards the group and CSR-05 crawls over to them.) Atticus: Bard, try to conserve your strength! (Atticus falls over and curls around to touch his bloody bandages.) Atticus: Shit! All that slithering reopened my talon wounds. Bardolph: Heh… Guess we're both… pretty knackered now. (Bardolph falls over next to Atticus. They both laugh weakly.) CSR-05: Well that was quite the ordeal. Evelynn: Are you alright Terr… Convoy Guard Five? CSR-05: I've been worse. Evelynn: Unfortunately, I have also sustained an injury. CSR-05: Don't worry. Help should be here soon from the nearest Provisional Site. Evelynn: Any ETA? CSR-05: Still can't get a signal, but the sun's almost up, so it's been about… 75 minutes. Atticus: Damn. All that in just an hour. CSR-05: Shouldn't be much longer now. Atticus: Good. We could all use medical, except Sandy. CSR-05: The coyote girl? Atticus: Lucky girl, especially since she came within an inch of losing an eye. CSR-05: Why is she walking toward the road, anyway? Evelynn: Sandra! What exactly are you doing? Sandra: Oh, just uh… getting a closer look at that battery fire. (Sandra stops walking and puts her hand above her eyes.) Sandra: I really hope it doesn't spread into the field now. Evelynn: And what exactly is that in your other hand? (Sandra tightens her grip on a large, antique compass in her other hand.) Sandra: What, it's just my phone. Evelynn: That doesn't look like your phone. Atticus: Sandy? What are you doing? CSR-05: Wait, that's a Lewis & Clark Compass! Evelynn: How did you even get that?! Sandra: (Sighs.) Probably the same way I got my binoculars. Evelynn: You couldn't have possibly bought something like that, which means… Sandra: That somehow, some way, in the past I just rewrote with my new magical coyote powers, I stole it from that other guard. Evelynn: And what were you planning on doing with it? Atticus: Wait… you had that escape device this whole time, and didn't share it? Sandra: No! I only just now found it in my backpack… though I was thinking about it the whole time we were in there. I must have made the compass appear inside it the same way I got my binoculars. Evelynn: So you could have gotten us out the forest this whole time?! Sandra: I don't know?! Didn't the guard say it only works on one person, anyway? Evelynn: You could have given it Dr. Dalton or myself to escape and contact reinforcements. Sandra: Maybe I… just wanted to keep it for myself. Evelynn: Sandra Collins, I sincerely hope you aren't thinking about escaping. Atticus: Sandy, please, don't do this. Evelynn: Can you stop her?! CSR-05: Don't think so. Out of ammo and anything I can throw. I don't even think I can stand, but I'll damn well try. (Sandra takes a few steps back and starts fiddling with the compass.) Bardolph: Sandy… (CSR-05 strains to get up, but falls back down again. Atticus starts to slither forward, but stops and grabs his wounds.) Sandra: I'm sorry, Bard. I really hope you, at least, were looking out for me in the end, but I heard your conversation with Eve. All of it. (Bardolph whines. Sandy continues to walk backwards, looking between them and the compass.) Evelynn: I suspected you might have, but I still didn't think you'd be reckless enough to even consider this. (Evelynn tries to stand, but yells and falls when she puts weight on her ankle.) Sandra: From the moment I woke up with this face, I knew I would never lead a normal life again. But you, Bard, and the other Therians, at least gave me hope that I could lead some kind of life looking like this. Bardolph: You… still… could… Sandra: But before that, when I first saw myself in the mirror, only one thought came to mind: I'm a freak now, and the government is going to haul me away to a lab somewhere, and poke and prod me until the day I die, or the day they decide to dissect me. (Evelynn tries to stand again, but falls and begins crawling her way towards Sandra.) Sandra: I even had nightmares about it the first few nights, but even then I never thought they'd turn out to be premonitions. Evelynn: Think carefully about what you're about to do, SCP-6090-B instance 4342. You will become a criminal, and the U.I.U. won't be on your side anymore. Sandra: From what I heard you say, they were never on my side, and neither were you, and I would never have a future outside of my nightmares. Atticus: That thing is random. What if you end up in the middle of nowhere? Or worse, in a city or any kind of crowd? Sandra: If it's the former, then I'll live as a wild coyote for a while. They have pretty good range. And if I thread that needle and get the latter, well, it is what it is, and I'll find a way to deal with it. Evelynn: You won't get far. We can track your phone! Sandra: Yeah, my phone's a TeraCube 2e, and I've already taken its battery out, so no power to track it. (Evelynn crawls closer, but Sandra jumps backwards.) Sandra: I'm sorry, but the fact I was even able to rewrite the past to somehow steal this thing is a sign. These magic powers seem to run on my greatest desire, and right now my greatest desire is the freedom to chart my own course in life… with this compass. Heh. Evelynn: We will find you and contain you. It's only a matter of time. Sandra: Eve, I really feel sorry for you. I don't know who hurt you, but I hope someday you realize how much you're hurting others. Atticus: Sandy, I'm sorry you feel that way about the Foundation. Sandra: Ace, I really hope you're better than she is, but I'm not sure anymore. Never really got to know you, and now I won't get the chance. (Evelynn stands and tries to hobble towards her, only to fall down after a few steps.) Sandra: I might not ever be able to get my old life back, but I'll be damned if I live my worst nightmare for the rest of it. Even if you guys catch up to me, I'll just use the compass again. And if that doesn't work, well… I guess I'll just off myself, if only to rob you of your precious "unprecedented sapient instance of SCP-3577," or whatever you want to call me. (Clicking noise. Sandra's expression brightens. The compass' North and South poles split apart and begin rotating in opposite directions.) Sandra: Yes! Finally! (Evelynn stands up and starts walking, groaning in pain with each step. Sandra turns and runs away.) Evelynn: You aren't escaping! (Compass' arms speed up into a blur. Sandra vanishes. Evelynn falls down, rolls on her back, and cries while clutching her ankle.) Evelynn: CSR-05… make sure to… log Sandra Collins… SCP-6090-B-4342… as a Person of Interest… (The sun rises. Shortly after, a black unmarked MRAP Truck27 crests over the hill on the road.) CSR-05: Yeah, I'll get right on that… when I'm not lying on the ground in pain. (The MRAP Truck drives off the road just before reaching the convoy remains and stops in front of the group.) Atticus: At least the cavalry's finally here, albeit late. (The MRAP Truck flashes the Foundation symbol on its side. Agent Benson and several other armed guards disembark and survey the situation.) Benson: Woah, never thought I'd be attending a furry convention out in a field. Then again, these days it is best to keep events like this outdoors. Atticus: Is that really what this looks like to you?! Benson: Come on, you're all half-animal, and it looks like you all partied pretty hard. (Benson gestures towards the still-burning battery fire.) Benson: You even started a battery bonfire! That'll sure be fun to put out. CSR-05: Of all the agents they could have sent, why'd it have to be you, Benson? Benson: Funny enough, because I sleep through most of the day. I'm actually good to go around sunrise. (The other guards walk around and begin scanning fingerprints and implanted RFID chips.) Benson: I just happened to be on another mission over at Site-███ when I got called out here… (Benson leans over and scans Evelynn's fingerprints and RFID chip.) Benson: Oh hey, that really is you Dr. Antleur! Looks like you went from towheaded to doe-headed. Evelynn: Very funny. In case you haven't noticed, we all need medical attention. Benson: Yeah, that's pretty clear. You guys must have been up against something fierce. (Two guards carefully load CSR-05 onto a stretcher and into the MRAP Truck.) Atticus: We managed to neutralize it. (Benson stretches and contently groans.) Benson: Glad I didn't have to fight it. Evelynn: I need you to put a Foundation BOLO Alert on SCP-6090-B-4342, Sandra Collins. Benson: Right, the… uh… (Benson checks his tablet.) Benson: Coyote Girl… Therianthrope, that was with you. Suspected to have SCP-3577's powers. Atticus: You're only just now reading the mission briefing? Benson: Hey, they scrambled us shortly after your signal was lost. Barely even had time to get dressed. Atticus: And how long was the drive? Benson: Took over an hour. You're out in the ass-end of nowhere. Atticus: And you didn't think to read it en-route? Benson: Nope, not really. So anyway, why didn't any of you think to slip a tracker on her? Evelynn: We had nine armed guards at the time, and we assumed we could just her track her phone if she somehow managed to evade all of them. Benson: And you can't track it now because…? Evelynn: She removed the battery. Benson: Was it an older phone? Atticus: New one. (Atticus grunts as he's manually coiled onto a stretcher.) Benson: Did she mention the brand? Atticus: TeraCube, I think. Benson: Huh, I'll have to look into that. (Two guards lift Atticus up and haul his stretcher into the MRAP Truck.) Benson: Well, I can understand why you guys didn't think to check her phone for such a feature. Most new phones suck these days. Evelynn: And that's why we need to get a BOLO on her ASAP. Benson: I'll do what I can, but maybe next time, slip backup trackers on your guests. Evelynn: It's been noted. Now, shouldn't we be getting an aerial medical evac instead? Benson: The boys have already radioed one in, along with a clean-up team for this mess. (Two guards finish getting Bardolph onto a stretcher and into the MRAP Truck.) Benson: Medical will intercept us on the way back. Gotta cover as much ground as we can in the meantime. Evelynn: The sooner we get back to the Site, the better. Benson: Aw, and here I was looking forward to us having a nice hour-long chat. Evelynn: I wasn't. (Benson leans down and gestures to help her up.) Benson: You need a hand, or do you want the stretcher? Evelynn: If it gets us into the vehicle faster, I'll take your hand. (Benson lifts up Evelynn and she leans on him.) Benson: Woah, slow down there Doc. I don't exactly feel the same way about you. Evelynn: Your wit knows no end, Agent Benson. Benson: Heh, I do my best. (They enter the MRAP Truck and Evelynn shakily sits down next to the rest of the group.) Evelynn: Ending video log… <End Log, 2021-06-03 05:31 PST> Section 5: Post-Incident Report + Open Document - Close Document Following evacuations and clean-up of Incident 6090-1, survivors were assessed for injuries and debriefed. Dr. Atticus Rateleken exhibited large scratch wounds, which proved to be mostly superficial and required only minimal medical intervention. Regardless, he chose to remain in his Hybrid Form for the duration of a week, in order to "commit it to muscle memory," and ordered clothes tailored for it. During this time, he and Dr. Antleur collaborated on analyzing the anomalous properties of his venom and its potential to create a cure for SCP-6090, based on its observed effects on Belette Le Fou(ine). Dr. Evelynn Antleur exhibited damage to several ligaments of her left ankle, and was given appropriate treatment. Despite the need for crutches, she insisted on assisting in the development of a potential cure for SCP-6090. Together with Dr. Rateleken, they isolated several specialized anomalous oils, toxins and prions that, in high enough concentrations, specifically target and neutralize SCP-6090 both outside and within human cells, without causing additional harm to the tissue. Through testing with infected D-Class, this cure was demonstrated to completely eliminate the DNA template overwrites of SCP-6090 and, through means not fully understood, causes any SCP-6090-B instance to rapidly revert back to its original non-anomalous human form. Further testing is still underway for lingering side-effects from this potential cure and after-effects from SCP-6090 infection. Dr. Antleur herself will be part of these tests on a two month long trial uncured and an additional month after being cured. Dr. Bardolph Dalton sustained several bruises and hairline fractures to his ribs, and was treated by Foundation veterinarians. He will be required to remain in Feral Form during recuperation. His communications will be closely monitored by the Foundation for any attempts to contact PoI-6090-4342, Sandra Collins, for a period no less than 15 months, or until the containment of PoI-6090-4342. Convoy Security Retinue Guard 05, Agent Terrance Neilson, sustained several injuries from redirected gunshots, though his armor reduced their severity. He was allowed a week to recuperate before being debriefed. He will be given an additional month to reach full convalescence. He will then be redeployed uncured on a trial basis, to field test the capabilities of Bovine SCP-6090-B Field Agents, for a period of no less than 3 months. Regarding the Mabbites. Regarding the Mabbites. Regarding the Mabbites. They will henceforth be referred to as GoI-3903. This is to prevent the demonstrated Echoing Nomenclative Hazard that is conceptually attached to the group's name. Little is currently known about GoI-3903, but based on information gathered by the U.I.U., it is currently believed to have formed within the last year, with its membership consisting mainly of Unseelie Fae. Investigations are currently underway with assistance from the U.I.U., who have far more experience in dealing with Fae criminals.28 Section 6: Debriefing Logs: + Interview Log 6090-1B: Dr. Rateleken Debriefing - Close Document Interviewed: Dr. Atticus Rateleken, Foundation Therianthropy Researcher, Level 4 Instance SCP-6090-B-4344, ISS: Crotalus atrox29 Interviewer: Dr. Gerhard Harkhart, Foundation General Researcher, Level 3 Note: Dr. Rateleken is still in the Intermediate Form he obtained during Incident 6090-1. A set of clothes and a long lab coat have been tailor made to fit his rather unique anatomy and proportions. He is to remain in this form until such time that he has fully recovered from his injuries sustained during Incident 6090-1 and is cleared to resume his Base Form. <Begin Log, 2021-06-06, 14:01 PST> Dr. Harkhart: Hello, Dr. Rateleken! This is my first time interviewing a Therianthrope, so go easy on me. Dr. Rateleken: (Laughs.) Happy to have you visiting the Therianthropy Department, Gerry! Dr. Harkhart: Oh, well, thank you for using my first name. Dr. Rateleken: Please, there's no need to be so formal around me. I find that formalities tend to hinder productivity. You can call me Atticus or Ace if you want. Dr. Harkhart: Awesome! Also, it's really cool that you're able to move and stay upright in a form like that. Dr. Rateleken: Heh, well, I've gotten the hang of controlling the muscles in my snake torso in tandem with moving my legs. Standing in this form sorta makes me look like that one TMNT villain with the long torso… Drago…? Draco…? Something like that. Dr. Harkhart: Oh my gosh, I think I remember that from my childhood! Dr. Rateleken: Ah, I see you are a man of culture as well. (Dr. Rateleken winks. Dr. Harkhart laughs.) Dr. Rateleken: Well, I don't think I'm quite ready to do kung fu in this body yet. Just being able to sit and stand upright is enough for now. (Dr. Rateleken adjusts himself in his seat, and winces as he feels his injuries. Dr. Harkhart stops laughing.) Dr. Harkhart: Are you okay? Dr. Rateleken: Yeah, I'm fine. My injuries are already a lot better than they were three days ago. Dr. Harkhart: I thought Therianthropes could heal superficial wounds by shape-shifting. Dr. Rateleken: I actually find this form rather interesting, and I want to commit to muscle memory first, so I can assume it in the future. The pain from my wounds has helped me to not accidentally shift back into my Base Form. Dr. Harkhart: Wow, being a Therianthrope sure is interesting. Dr. Rateleken: You're always welcome to have that interesting experience for yourself. (Dr. Rateleken winks again. Dr. Harkhart chuckles nervously.) Dr. Harkhart: Well, maybe later, after you've managed to find a cure for SCP 6090 infection in humans. That's actually what I was supposed to ask in this interview: How has research into that been going? Dr. Rateleken: Very well, actually! I'm thankful to have Dr. Eve Antleur assisting us in the Therianthropy Department. Despite how cold she can be, she is rather brilliant. (Dr. Harkhart chuckles again and rubs the back of his neck.) Dr. Harkhart: Yeah, I've actually worked with her quite a bit. She can be a bit… distant, but after a while you get used to it. Dr. Rateleken: Heh, I'll have to take your word on that one. Dr. Harkhart: Yeah… Getting back on topic, I've heard that if you do create a viable cure, the higher-ups are considering reclassifying SCP-6090 from Keter to Thaumiel. Dr. Rateleken: Heh, probably because of the potential "super soldier" prospects. Personally, I'd think Cernunnos would be a better Containment Classification now. Even with a cure, we'll probably never locate every SCP-6090-A instance, and there are many SCP-6090-B instances who chose to become infected and would refuse it. Dr. Harkhart: Yeah, I can see how that would be an ethical and logistical nightmare that qualifies for Cernunnos. Still, from the amazing things I've learned about Therianthropes, they could be help the Foundation contain all sorts of anomalies. Dr. Rateleken: Heh, perhaps a new Containment Classification is in order then? A combination of Thaumiel and Cernunnos, perhaps? Dr. Harkhart: SCP-6090 may be unique enough to warrant that. It would be so cool if I could help design the new Containment Classification! Dr. Rateleken: Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves here. We're still in the process of analyzing my venom, based on the rather interesting effect it had on Belette Le Fou(ine). Dr. Harkhart: The entity that attacked the Foundation convoy and tried to kill all of you? Dr. Rateleken: That's the one! It turns out my venom has a lot of interesting properties. We've managed to isolate a cocktail of anomalous oils, toxins, and prions that appear to be derived from the conventional components of non-anomalous Crotalus venom. It seems my body naturally produces them. Dr. Harkhart: Wow, that's so cool! Dr. Rateleken: I'll say! We've found that this organic chemical cocktail specifically targets not only the Therianthropy Virus itself, but also all of the structures within cells created by it that give us our abilities, while seeming to leave the rest of the cell and overall tissue intact and unharmed. (Dr. Harkhart suppresses a laugh.) Dr. Harkhart: Heh, so what you’re saying is that Therianthropy could actually cured by… (A grin spreads across Dr. Rateleken's rattlesnake snout as he picks up on Dr. Harkhart's cue.) Dr. Rateleken: That's right! Were-Rattlesnake Oil! It'll cure what ails ya! (Both Dr. Rateleken and Dr. Harkhart burst out laughing.) Dr. Rateleken: Oh, Gerry, those rumors about you are so misfounded. (Dr. Harkhart stops laughing.) Dr. Harkhart: Wait, there are rumors about me? Dr. Rateleken: Oh, it's mainly stuff I've been hearing from Eve. Dr. Harkhart: Really? Dr. Rateleken: She's actually compared me to you a few times, so I'm actually glad I got to meet you myself. (Dr. Harkhart awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.) Dr. Harkhart: Heh, well, at least I'm glad to hear that she knows me well enough to mention me in conversations with others, even if in an unflattering way. Dr. Rateleken: I can now see why she'd make those comparisons, and I can also see that she really doesn't have any sense of fun or humor. (Dr. Harkhart chuckles and sighs.) Dr. Harkhart: Yeah, well, for all her faults, Dr. Antleur really is a good person at her core. It just takes a while to get there, you know? Dr. Rateleken: I guess I just haven't spent enough time with her then. Her being a Reluctant Were-Deer probably isn't helping things either. (Dr. Harkhart looks down forlornly.) Dr. Harkhart: I can only imagine how she's feeling right now. Dr. Rateleken: Well, you could always ask her yourself. After all, don't you two work at the same Site most of the time? Dr. Harkhart: Yeah, we do. We, Dr. Sawkingbark and I, actually came up here to check on how she and Agent Neilson are doing after Incident 6090-1. We'll be reporting things back to the higher-ups through the channels at our Site. Of course, Dr. Sawkingbark got the luck of the draw and will be interviewing both of them. (Dr. Rateleken smiles smugly and bends his long neck down to rest his snake head on top of his interlocked hands while looking up at Dr. Harkhart.) Dr. Rateleken: And you got stuck with me. (Dr. Harkhart leans back in shock and laughs nervously.) Dr. Harkhart: Not that that's a bad thing! I love getting to interview you. (Dr. Rateleken chuckles and returns his head to a more normal position.) Dr. Rateleken: I'll take your word on that too, Gerry. And anyway, you really don't need a formal interview as an excuse to talk with her. (Dr. Harkhart rubs the back of his neck.) Dr. Harkhart: Yeah, well… (Dr. Rateleken frowns.) Dr. Rateleken: Hmmm, yeah, I suppose with someone like her, you probably do need something more official to break her rather thick ice shell. (Dr. Rateleken smiles.) Dr. Rateleken: Though I suppose I could arrange something. After all, you're both visiting the Therianthropy Department now, a Department I'll soon be leading here at Site-64. (Dr. Harkhart's face brightens with excitement.) Dr. Harkhart: Oh, I've heard! Congratulations on the promotion! Dr. Rateleken: Heh, thank you, though I've been working towards it for a while now, as well as working up the courage to become a Therianthrope myself. Not only have I become one now, but I've also become the main source for the cure. Given all of that, I'd say my promotion is well deserved, wouldn't you? Dr. Harkhart: Definitely! Dr. Rateleken: I'm glad you agree, though a few of the other Therianthropy Researchers are still a little sour that I passed them over for it. They'll just have to deal with it, along with the changes I plan on making to whip this place into shape and make it more productive. (Dr. Rateleken chuckles and winks. Dr. Harkhart laughs along with him.) Dr. Harkhart: Well, I'm sure you’d be a lot more fun to work under than my Supervisor. Dr. Rateleken: Oh, I definitely plan on being a fun yet firm Department Head, but we're getting off topic. Did you have any other questions for me, Gerry? Dr. Harkhart: Oh, right! So, uh, Dr. Rateleken… umm, Atticus, have you been experiencing any negative side-effects from SCP-6090 infection? Dr. Rateleken: This intermediate form has taken some getting used to, but other than that, not really. Dr. Harkhart: Great to hear! Any unusual compulsions or weird dreams? Dr. Rateleken: Heh, I've actually been craving higher temperatures. I might not be cold-blooded in this form or my Base Form, but it still doesn't stop me from wanting to seek out warmth. (Dr. Rateleken points at the pits on the sides of his muzzle, just behind his nostrils.) Dr. Rateleken: I can even sense heat now to seek it out, whether it's body heat, computer heat, or any other heat source. Dr. Harkhart: Wow, that's so cool! So you're like the Predator now? Dr. Rateleken: Nothing like that, thank the Gods. Augmented vision I can never turn off would probably drive me insane after a while. Dr. Harkhart: Then how does it work? Dr. Rateleken: Like a literal 6th sense, a form of intuition. It's sort of like when you feel like someone's watching you. Dr. Harkhart: Really? Dr. Rateleken: That's the best way I can describe it, only in my case I'd likely be able to quickly find the hiding spot of whoever's watching me. Dr. Harkhart: I'll admit, being a Therianthrope does have its perks. Dr. Rateleken: Again, you're welcome to join us any time. Dr. Harkhart: Not gonna lie, it's something to think about in the future. Still, I'm not sure about not looking like myself anymore. Dr. Rateleken: That's okay. It took me years, and even now I still needed a dangerous situation to finally push me over the edge. Dr. Harkhart: Anyway, speaking of Reluctant Therianthropes, I unfortunately have to ask you about your thoughts on Sandra Collins, SCP-6090-B Instance 4342. Dr. Rateleken: I honestly wouldn't worry too much about her. I've brushed up on the abilities of SCP-3577 instances, and I personally think the rest of the Foundation is making a mountain out of molehill in her case. Dr. Harkhart: And her threat to commit suicide before escaping? Dr. Rateleken: She honestly didn't seem like the suicidal type to me, though all Reluctant Therians tend to go through a difficult time after infection. Compound that with what COVID-19 has forced us all to go through, and the prospect of containment would wear on anyone's sanity. Dr. Harkhart: And that really doesn't concern you? Dr. Rateleken: In the long term: No, it doesn't. I might not have gotten to know her as well as the others, but she hardly strikes me as the "Child God" type, both personality-wise and power-wise. Dr. Harkhart: But in the short term? Dr. Rateleken: I'd rather we take a wait-and-see approach. Locate her, but don't contain her. Observe her from afar. The Foundation is certainly capable of that, even if it does come with a higher price tag and more logistical overhead than immediate containment. I personally feel it would be the better option in her case. Dr. Harkhart: And when she's exposed to her first full moon? I've heard that can be a real problem for new Therianthropes. Dr. Rateleken: Hope she's found support by then, and if she hasn't, or if she's one of the unlucky violent ones, intervene and contain her. The same applies if she breaks the Veil, which will certainly make finding her easier, or if she does, in fact, attempt suicide. But again, I don't think that's likely. Dr. Harkhart: Are you sure that's a wise decision? Dr. Rateleken: I may also be a new Therian who hasn't experienced a full moon yet, but I can assure you that I have far more experience with Therianthropy than anyone else here, just not first-hand experience. (Dr. Rateleken gestures to his long torso.) Dr. Rateleken: However, I've been given the rare privilege to get first-hand experience with an intermediate form right off the bat. That should more than make up for it. I'll use my new power to try to sway the higher-ups towards my plan. Dr. Harkhart: Well, good luck with that. Believe me, I know how difficult that can be sometimes. (Dr. Rateleken smiles smugly.) Dr. Rateleken: You know, if you hate your boss that much, you can always put in for a transfer to my Site's Therianthropy Department, and work under me. (Dr. Rateleken winks.) Dr. Rateleken: And if you want to truly join us, we could even make your own SCP-6090 infection go smoothly and painlessly, and you could pick any species you want, even an anomalous one… within reason. (Dr. Harkhart laughs nervously and starts to get up out of his seat.) Dr. Harkhart: A kind offer, but I'll stick with my current position for now. Honestly, I was lucky to get it this early in my Foundation career. Dr. Rateleken: Whatever you say, but my door's always open if you change your mind. (Dr. Rateleken and Dr. Harkhart share a chuckle.) Dr. Harkhart: Anyway, I think I have all the info I need for now. Dr. Rateleken: Thanks for the interview! I look forward to the next one. <End Log, 2021-06-06, 14:07 PST> + Interview Log 6090-1C: Dr. Dalton Debriefing - Close Document Interviewed: Dr. Bardolph Dalton, Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Employee Instance SCP-6090-B-863, ISS: Canis lupus30 Interviewer: Dr. Ralph Moreau Bouruson, Foundation Therianthropy Researcher, Level 3 Instance SCP-6090-B-1234, ISS: Ursus maritimus31 Note: Dr. Moreau is in his Base Form. Dr. Dalton is still in his Feral Form, and will be required to stay in that form until such time that he has fully recovered from his injuries sustained during Incident 6090-1 and is cleared to resume his Base Form. <Begin Log, 2021-06-07, 11:03 PST> Dr. Moreau: Greetings, Dr. Bardolph Dalton, SCP-6090-B Instance 963. Dr. Dalton: And hello to you, Dr. Ralph Bouruson, SCP-6090-B Instance… 1234, if I recall correctly. (Dr. Dalton chuckles. Dr. Moreau growls.) Dr. Moreau: Yes, that is my own Therianthrope Instance Number, but I prefer to go by Dr. Moreau. Dr. Dalton: Ah, that's right. Bet you're thrilled Ace passed you over for Therianthropy Department Director. (Dr. Moreau growls louder.) Dr. Moreau: Dr. Rateleken is merely the interim director until his reaction to full moonlight is assessed. Dr. Dalton: Well, from what I've heard, your reaction sets the bar pretty low. (Dr. Dalton winks. Dr. Moreau clears his throat with a growl.) Dr. Moreau: Let's not stray from the topics of this interview, shall we? Dr. Dalton: No worries. What do you wanna know? Dr. Moreau: First of all, I trust you have been recuperating well? Dr. Dalton: Heh, no thanks to your cold-handed veterinarians. I can only imagine how they treat animals who can't communicate with them. I still wish you'd let some W.W.S. vets take a look at me. Dr. Moreau: I assure you, Dr. Dalton, the veterinarians assigned to Site-64 are among the best the Foundation, and even the world, has to offer. You're in capable hands for as long as you'll be staying with us, and the fact that you can communicate makes them even more capable of helping you. Dr. Dalton: More like cold and rough hands, but hopefully that stay won't be much longer. (Dr. Dalton smirks smugly.) Dr. Dalton: And as for their capabilities, feel free to compare the results of our vets with yours on any number of anomalous critters we've had to handle together. (Dr. Dalton winks and Dr. Moreau rolls his eyes.) Dr. Moreau: Even after your stay here ends, I trust you understand that you'll have to remain in your Feral Form until your full convalescence, despite the inconveniences of that. Dr. Dalton: Maybe it's an inconvenience for you, given how massive your Feral Form must be, but for me, it's normal life. I actually spend more time in this form than I do in my Base Form. No worries. Dr. Moreau: Good. I'm glad we have an understanding on that front. Now I need to ensure that we also have an understanding regarding Person of Interest 6090-4342, Sandra Collins, SCP-6090-B Instance 4342. (Dr. Dalton's ears droop and he whimpers sadly.) Dr. Moreau: I sincerely hope you understand the full weight of your situation in regards to her. It's still inconclusive whether you deliberately did anything to aid in her escape from containment, even after thorough analysis of all records of Incident 6090-1. However, your overall attitude towards her does raise our suspicions, but I'm giving you a chance to alleviate them. Dr. Dalton: Look, you don't need to worry abou— (Dr. Moreau loudly clears his throat with a bear growl and raises his hand in a stopping gesture.) Dr. Moreau: Dr. Dalton, please refrain from speaking out of turn. I'll ask the questions, and you'll answer them. Understood? (Dr. Dalton whines and slowly nods his head.) Dr. Moreau: Good boy. Now, at any point during Incident 6090-1, did you intend to aid PoI 6090-4342 in any way that would go against the Foundation's intentions for her? Dr. Dalton: No, not at all. You're our Supervisors, and your word is final. Dr. Moreau: It's good you understand your place and the place of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions. Would you care to explain your negative attitude towards Dr. Antleur when she was explaining this to you during the Incident? (Dr. Dalton growls softly.) Dr. Dalton: Just because we have to obey your commands, doesn't mean we still don't like them, or even agree with them sometimes. I'll be frank: Sometimes you Supervisors don't know what you're doing, especially when it comes to dealing with anomalous animals. (Dr. Dalton chuckles and smirks.) Dr. Dalton: Like I said earlier, I think the record of W.W.S. compared to yours speaks for itself in that regard. Still, often you all still insist on learning that the hard way. (Dr. Moreau loudly scoffs with a guttural growl.) Dr. Moreau: Be that as it may, I trust you will obey all of our commands when it comes to actions towards PoI 6090-4342. Do we make ourselves clear? Dr. Dalton: Clear as day, Dr. Moreau. I have no intention of going against the Foundation. Dr. Moreau: Good. Again, just to be clear, do you have any intention of aiding PoI 6090-4342 in continuing to evade Foundation containment? Dr. Dalton: No, I don't. I'll say this again and again, but I hope you won't make me say it too many times more. It's still a might difficult for me to speak. Dr. Moreau: I am well aware of the state of your ribs, Dr. Dalton, but not so much your state of mind. Still, I will try to keep this brief. Dr. Dalton: Thank you. Dr. Moreau: Do you still intend to communicate with her in any way? Dr. Dalton: No, not unless she reaches out to me. Dr. Moreau: And I trust you are aware that we will be monitoring ALL of your communications for the next 15 months or until PoI 6090-4342 is successfully contained, correct? Dr. Dalton: Yeah, I figured you'd be doing as much. No worries. Dr. Moreau: And if she attempts to contact you? Dr. Dalton: I'll record the whole thing, do my best to convince her to turn herself in, and pass it on to you guys. Dr. Moreau: Recording it and contacting us won't be necessary, since we will be monitoring all of your communications in real time, but it's good that you still offered. Dr. Dalton: Heh, you guys really don't skip a beat, do you? And for 15 months? Color me impressed. Dr. Moreau: It's what we typically do when handling cases like this, Dr. Dalton, though it's actually easier for us in your case, since we already monitor all communications going through the Veil of Secrecy to an extent. We'll just be scrutinizing yours a little more closely for a while. Dr. Dalton: Still impressive. It's one of the reasons why I know it would be stupid to go against the Foundation in any way. Dr. Moreau: I'm glad you feel that way, Dr. Dalton. And finally, what is your overall opinion towards PoI 6090-4342? Particularly, how to do feel about her threat to commit suicide if we should come close to containing her? Dr. Dalton: (Sighs.) Can you really blame me for still feeling sorry for that poor girl, especially after that final threat of hers? Can you blame me for disliking and disagreeing with your intentions to contain and study her for years in a dull and sterile lab? Dr. Moreau: Dr. Dalton, despite appearances, I can assure you that the Foundation does take the mental well-being of sentient and sapient anomalous entities very seriously, especially if they threaten suicide. I'll remind you that we do, in fact, have an Ethics Committee that dictates how we may treat such entities. Dr. Dalton: Heh, it can be really hard to believe that sometimes, Dr. Moreau, especially since we at W.W.S. often get a front row seat to how your organization treats "anomalous entities" capable of feeling pain. Still, at least you are better than the G.O.C. (Dr. Dalton looks down, folds back his ears and growls.) Dr. Dalton: If I ever have to deal with those bloody bastards again in my lifetime, it'll be too soon. Dr. Moreau: Then I'd advise you to always keep that in mind too, Dr. Dalton. Despite what you might think of how we treat anomalous animals and humanoids, always remember how they're treated by the Global Occult Coalition, by Marshall, Carter, & Dark, and by many of the other less savory Groups of Interest. (Dr. Dalton shuts his eyes and growls louder.) Dr. Moreau: Need also I remind you of what Are We Cool Yet did to those platypi and kiwis for the sake of that "Art from Down-Under" exhibition of theirs? Much more cruel than cool, if you ask me. Dr. Dalton: Those finger-painting hacks… Dr. Moreau: Never forget, we are the ones who assist your organization in rescuing animals from those organizations. Our only intentions are to securely contain and study the anomalous ones, which is much better than the fate that would befall them otherwise. Wouldn't you agree? (Dr. Dalton stops growling, sniffles, and looks up.) Dr. Moreau: And the same goes for Ms. Sandra Collins. We don't fully understand the extent of her powers. Even if she proves to be less powerful than we think she is, she still has power now. You've witnessed that power with your own eyes. (Dr. Dalton nods and wipes his nose with his forepaw.) Dr. Moreau: Think of how these other groups would exploit those powers. Do you want her killed by the G.O.C.? Trafficked by M.C.&.D.? Made into "art" of some kind by A.W.C.Y.? I could go on, but I think you get the point by now. Dr. Dalton: Yeah, I do. Granted, some might treat her differently since she started as human, but I don't want to take that risk. Dr. Moreau: I know you ultimately want her to be able to live a normal life, but she isn't normal anymore, even by Therianthrope standards. Dr. Dalton: Just promise me something. Dr. Moreau: I cannot make promises on behalf of the Foundation, but depending on your request, I'll see what I can do. Dr. Dalton: I've heard from Ace… from Dr. Rateleken, that they've got a cure for Therianthropy in the works. Promise me that once you're done studying her, even if that takes years, you'll cure her and amnesticize her, so that she can live a normal life. Dr. Moreau: You know I can't promise that. (Dr. Dalton whines, stands up in his chair and leans forward with a pleading expression.) Dr. Dalton: Can't you just infect another time-hopping coyote, another SCP-3577 instance, with the Were-Virus, then infect another person who's actually willing to subject themselves to your experiments? Dr. Moreau: We will take that into consideration, but we would only be able to release Ms. Collins after confirming her abilities are able to be at least adequately, if not exactly, replicated in other subjects. Even under controlled conditions, cross-testing anomalies is often a logistical and bureaucratic nightmare, so even creating more like her for the sake of sparing her from our experiments would be a tall order. (Dr. Dalton sits back down, looks down and whimpers.) Dr. Dalton: I understand. It's just… she didn't deserve this. She didn't ask for this. Dr. Moreau: Reality Benders rarely ever do. However, our job now is to contain her before even more innocent civilians end up with something they didn't deserve or ask for. Keep this in mind too: What do you think will happen if we fail to contain her before the next full moon? (Dr. Dalton looks up and whines.) Dr. Moreau: She has had no training or support on how to handle herself should she be exposed, and given her current situation, exposure is very likely. You and some of the other Therians who accompanied you might have given her some advice in passing, but I think we both know that won't be enough. Dr. Dalton: I know you're right there, but I didn't want to think about that. Dr. Moreau: And this is why you need to set your emotions aside and analyze the situation logically. You may see us as cold, but that's what we do, and it should be obvious now we have greater insight into the situation because of that. (Dr. Dalton nervously shifts in his chair and his tail tucks between his legs.) Dr. Dalton: Almost all new Therianthropes need to undergo at least one controlled and closely supervised exposure to full moonlight, to assess how it affects them and whether any medication or even physical restraint is necessary. For most, it's a subtle compulsion, but for some, it's much stronger. You know I'm right. (Dr. Dalton looks down and whimpers.) Dr. Moreau: If I recall correctly, due to the unusual circumstances of her SCP 6090 infection, she doesn't even remember it, so she doesn't even have that experience to help control herself. She's a complete wildcard, and when that's potentially coupled with her retroactive reality bending abilities… Dr. Dalton: Yeah, I see where you're going with this. Dr. Moreau: Then you can see why it's critical we contain her within the next fortnight. Dr. Dalton: She didn't really seem like the type that'd get violent under the full moon. Dr. Moreau: For everyone's sake, I hope you're right. If she does turn violent, it will make containing her alive much more difficult, but at least it will make locating her a lot easier. (Dr. Dalton looks up and whimpers.) Dr. Moreau: Speaking of which, we may need to call on you directly to assist us with that. You are the most familiar with her behaviors, and more importantly, her scent. Dr. Dalton: Can't you just get other dogs and Canine Therians to sniff any of her clothes you've nabbed? She did leave her shoes behind, after all. Dr. Moreau: Sure, we've already recovered her personal effects, but their scent won't be as strong and familiar, and they don't know her like you do. (Dr. Dalton softly growls.) Dr. Dalton: I don't think her seeing me helping you guys out would do us any good. Dr. Moreau: Who says she has to see any Foundation Agents? If you were to, say, confront her alone, give her the right disinformation, and lead her into a trap we set… (Dr. Dalton growls louder.) Dr. Dalton: You cheeky bastards really have already planned all of this out. Dr. Moreau: Again, Dr. Dalton, before your emotions get the better of you and you begin reassessing your loyalties, keep in mind everything we've discussed here. This is ultimately the best option for her at this point, and hopefully we can find her before another GoI does, and before the next full moon. (Dr. Dalton stops growling and sighs.) Dr. Dalton: I know. And if you do end up having to use me as bait, it won't stop me from hating every minute of it. (Dr. Dalton huffs and smirks.) Dr. Dalton: And who's to say I wouldn't botch being bait because I'm as "over-emotional" as you say? Dr. Moreau: Oh, don't sell yourself short, Dr. Dalton… or should I say "Bard the Wonder Wolf" of Wilson's Wildlife Solutions? (Dr. Moreau smugly smiles. Dr. Dalton frowns and glares at him.) Dr. Moreau: Oh, the children so do enjoy those little educational shows you put on for them. You're the "most life-like special effect" their parents have ever seen. I'd hate for those shows to have to stop because we've reassessed their risk to maintaining the Veil of Secrecy. Dr. Dalton: Entertaining kids is a lot different from lying to adults. Dr. Moreau: It doesn't change the fact that you do have acting experience, which we will utilize if necessary. Consider yourself on standby, on top of being monitored. Dr. Dalton: (Growls.) Are we done here? Dr. Moreau: We are for now, Dr. Dalton. Dr. Dalton: Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll return to that cold little "containment unit" you Foundation folk consider a luxury accomodation for VIPs like me. Dr. Moreau: You're excused, Dr. Dalton. This interview is now over. <End Log, 2021-06-07, 11:17 PST> + Interview Log 6090-1D: Dr. Antleur Debriefing - Close Document Interviewed: Dr. Evelynn Antleur, Foundation General Researcher, Level 3 Instance SCP-6090-B-4343, ISS: Dama Dama32 Interviewer: Dr. Elizabeth Sawkingbark, Foundation General Researcher, Level 3 Note: Dr. Antleur is in her Base Form, and will be required to stay in that form until such time that she has fully recovered from her injuries sustained during Incident 6090-1 and is cleared to shape-shift. <Begin Log, 2021-06-08, 13:01 PST> Dr. Sawkingbark: Wow, Dr. Antleur. I never thought I'd be interviewing you. How've you been holding up? Dr. Antleur: Better than expected, considering I'm now an SCP-6090-B instance with a twisted ankle. Dr. Sawkingbark: Aww, I think you look cute as a fallow doe. At least they managed to find you a matching wig. Dr. Antleur: Admittedly, it does help me feel more human. Still, let's try to keep this interview professional, Dr. Sawkingbark. Dr. Sawkingbark: (Clears throat.) Right. So, Dr. Antleur, have you experienced any adverse effects from becoming infected? Dr. Antleur: Aside from no longer looking like myself, not really. Dr. Sawkingbark: No unusual dreams or daytime compulsions? Dr. Antleur: Possibly an increased desire to be outside, in habitats natural to Dama dama, but other than that, nothing noticeable. Right now, I have a much greater desire to develop and test a functional cure with Dr. Rateleken. Dr. Sawkingbark: I know you want to go back to your old self, Dr. Antleur, but you need full convalescence first. Dr. Antleur: I am well aware of the potential risks of being cured during my ankle's recuperation, Dr. Sawkingbark, but judging by your expression, there's more to this than that. Dr. Sawkingbark: Well… Dr. Antleur: Get on with it, Dr. Sawkingbark. Dr. Sawkingbark: The higher ups want to test the physical enhancements of Cervine Therianthropes. Dr. Antleur: And why did they not inform me of this directly? Dr. Sawkingbark: They wanted to assess your reaction to the news in the interview. Dr. Antleur: (Sighs.) And they can't just use D-Class infected with the Dama dama Variant derived from my blood? Dr. Sawkingbark: Well, they will be using D-Class, but having a Researcher as a test subject is quite a bonus for any SCP experiment. Dr. Antleur: Yes, I suppose it is. What are the details of these tests? Dr. Sawkingbark: Basically physical stuff, to test your agility and jumping abilities, as well as your vision and other senses. Dr. Antleur: Anything else? Dr. Sawkingbark: They also want to perform a psychological evaluation during a full moon exposure. Dr. Antleur: (Sarcastically.) I'm sure that will be riveting. Dr. Sawkingbark: But the good news is that after all that, you'll be given the cure, so that they can compare, and you'll assist them in monitoring yourself for any side-effects from it, or lingering effects from SCP-6090 infection. Dr. Antleur: If it gets me back to being human as soon as possible, I'll submit to whatever tests are deemed necessary. (Dr. Antleur pauses to feel her face.) Dr. Antleur: I have to admit that becoming an SCP-6090-B instance has piqued my personal curiosity. Dr. Sawkingbark: See, now that's the spirit! And again, you do look cute as a deer. (Dr. Antleur smiles.) Dr. Antleur: If you find my appearance so appealing, you're always welcome to infect yourself with the Dama dama Variant and join me. Then we could have two Researchers as test subjects. (Dr. Sawkingbark laughs nervously.) Dr. Sawkingbark: I'm not ready to make a commitment like that just yet. Dr. Antleur: I thought as much. Now, is there anything else to discuss or questions to answer? Dr. Sawkingbark: Well, regarding Sandra Collins… Dr. Antleur: I actually need to go check for any updates on the status of PoI 6090-4342. (Dr. Antleur starts reaching for her crutch.) Dr. Sawkingbark: Dr. Antleur, you really shouldn't get too hung up on her. Dr. Antleur: On the contrary, Dr. Sawkingbark, you and the rest of the Foundation should be just as concerned about her as I am. Dr. Sawkingbark: The proper departments are handling her case now, Dr. Antleur. Dr. Antleur: They obviously aren't handling it well enough, since she hasn't been apprehended yet. (Dr. Antleur strains to get out of her seat and stand with her crutch.) Dr. Antleur: We have proof from a third copy of her backpack's Contents Manifest paperwork that she indeed used SCP-3577's powers to obtain the Lewis & Clark Compass from CSR-07, a powerful anomalous artifact she could use to further evade containment. Dr. Sawkingbark: Well, that is true, but I've been told that counter-measures are already being taken against that. (Dr. Antleur hobbles over to Dr. Sawkingbark's side of the interview table and stands over her.) Dr. Antleur: And what about her retroactive reality altering abilities? She has also since altered the past to make "emergency" withdrawals from her bank accounts in early 2021, long before the Foundation froze them. Dr. Sawkingbark: With all due respect, Dr. Antleur, from what we know about SCP-3577, her powers are actually rather limited, and we've dealt with more powerful containment breaches before. (Dr. Antleur stares down Dr. Sawkingbark.) Dr. Sawkingbark: Why are you so obsessed with her? Is it because she threatened suicide before escaping? (Dr. Antleur looks down and sighs.) Dr. Sawkingbark: It's okay, Eve… uhh, Dr. Antleur. That concerns me too. Dr. Antleur: No, it was… something else she said before escaping. (Dr. Antleur leans over as much as her crutch will allow and looks Dr. Sawkingbark in the eyes.) Dr. Antleur: Tell me, Dr. Sawkingbark. Do you think we hurt people here? Dr. Sawkingbark: That's a bit of a loaded question, given what the Foundation sometimes has to do to Secure and Contain, but it's always to Protect humanity. Dr. Antleur: Do you think I've ever hurt anyone? Dr. Sawkingbark: Well… sometimes you could try to be just a little friendlier, especially when dealing with humanoid skips. Dr. Antleur: Have I ever hurt you, Lizzy?! Dr. Sawkingbark: No, Eve, never! You're my friend! Sure, sometimes you're cold, but you've never been cruel. Dr. Antleur: (Sighs.) Thank you, Lizzy. I needed to hear that. Dr. Sawkingbark: Anytime, Eve. I'm always here for you, no matter what you look like. <End Log, 2021-06-08, 13:05 PST> + Interview Log 6090-1E: CSR-05 Debriefing - Close Document Interviewed: Convoy Security Retinue, Guard Five, Agent Terrance Neilson Instance SCP-6090-B-4345, ISS: Bos taurus33 Interviewer: Dr. Elizabeth Sawkingbark, Foundation General Researcher, Level 3 Note: Agent Neilson is in his Base Form and will be required to stay in that form until such time that he has fully recovered from his injuries sustained during Incident 6090-1 and is cleared to shape-shift. <Begin Log, 2021-06-10, 10:04 PST> Dr. Sawkingbark: Terrance! I'm so glad they're finally letting me interview you. (Dr. Sawkingbark hugs Agent Neilson.) Agent Neilson: Heh, not much of a choice, since I've been laid up for a week with my injuries. Dr. Sawkingbark: I really hope you're doing better now. (Dr. Sawkingbark ends the hug and steps back.) Agent Neilson: A lot better, though I'm still a minotaur. Dr. Sawkingbark: Well, you make a very good looking min— err, Bovine Therianthrope. Agent Neilson: Hopefully I won't be one for much longer, if what I've heard is true. Dr. Sawkingbark: Yeah, about that… (Dr. Sawkingbark looks forlornly at the floor.) Dr. Sawkingbark: We have been seeing positive results with the SCP-6090 Cure derived from Dr. Rateleken's venom. Agent Neilson: But… Dr. Sawkingbark: (Sighs.) The higher ups wanted me to be the one to tell you that you will be rotated through a few M.T.F.s and missions, on a 3 month trial basis, in order to assess the capabilities of a Bovine Therianthrope Field Agent. Agent Neilson: Yeah, I was starting to figure something was up. This ain't just about me recovering from my injuries. Dr. Sawkingbark: Yes, you'll also have to spend another month healing up before the trial period even begins. Agent Neilson: And then they'll probably move on to making it permanent. (Dr. Sawkingbark looks up and rapidly waves her hands.) Dr. Sawkingbark: No, no, Terrance, of course not. In fact, now that we have a working cure for SCP-6090-B instances, the higher ups are considering reclassifying SCP-6090 as Thaumiel. It could be used to create specialized agents, and cure them when they want or need to be human again. Agent Neilson: And so they're using me as a test subject. Dr. Sawkingbark: But they've assured me you'll be cured after the trial ends! After all, with your record, you'd be better for missions that need you to look, well… human. Agent Neilson: Heh, I really hope that's the case. Still, this isn't the worst thing to happen to me working for the Foundation. Dr. Sawkingbark: I guess this means we'll have to cancel our plans for a while. Agent Neilson: Nonsense! I've been looking into some places in Three Portlands we can visit. After all, I'm going to have to live there for as long as the Foundation wants to keep me looking like this. Dr. Sawkingbark: You know, I've actually been meaning to visit that place for a while now. Agent Neilson: Great, it's all working out then! Anyway, isn't this supposed to be an interview? Dr. Sawkingbark: You're right. (Clears Throat.) Agent Neilson, please explain why you were M.I.A. during the attack on the convoy by the entity Belette Le Fou(ine). Agent Neilson: Just before it happened, I went back from the truck into the groom area of the L.A.A.T. Trailer to check on the SCP-6090-A instances, since they seemed to be getting riled up by something. Then the ride gets bumpy, the trailer starts pitching like it's in river rapids, a whole steer slams into me and everything goes black. Dr. Sawkingbark: And after that? Agent Neilson: I awoke to the sound of the gunfire, so I knew shit had already gotten bad. I felt weird and there was a whole steer on top of me. I'm lucky parts of the trailer stopped it from crushing me. Getting it off me seemed easier than it should have been. Don't get me wrong, it was still like moving a mattress, but not that difficult. Dr. Sawkingbark: And why did you fail to make contact with the rest of Convoy Security Retinue after freeing yourself? Agent Neilson: My radio was damaged in the wreck, and I wasn't sure how injured I was. Then I got a glimpse of my reflection. (Agent Neilson reaches up and feels his face.) Agent Neilson: I was scared they'd mistake me as another hostile, so I decided to hang back and see how I could aid from afar so they'd know who I was. I poked my head out as much as I could while trying to keep these damn oversized horns hidden. Dr. Sawkingbark: And what did you see? Agent Neilson: A complete cluster fuck. That thing picking off my teammates one by one, flying through the air, and casually strolling through a barrage of Minigun rounds. Dr. Sawkingbark: So what did you do to try to render aid? Agent Neilson: At first, I wasn't sure what I could do. I figured if I went out there, I'd be a goner like the rest. Then I started to recognize how it was cheating: Kinetohazards. Dr. Sawkingbark: Could you explain more about your prior knowledge of Kinetohazards? Agent Neilson: Well, I first learned about them from the intel on that incident with Site-13. If something's powerful enough to give even Tau-5 a run for their money, it's worth studying. Dr. Sawkingbark: How were you able to recognize the ones Belette Le Fou(ine) was using? Agent Neilson: They got pretty huge and recognizable when it started using them to block the Gauss rounds. I got to work writing out the Antikinetoglyphs with the steer's blood, on fabric I pulled from my dead partner's uniform. Took quite a few tries before I had them written right. Dr. Sawkingbark: And why didn't you use it on Belette Le Fou(ine) right there? Agent Neilson: Didn't get a good opening. I was left with only one ribbon tied around a piece of steel I'd salvaged from the truck, and I knew I had to be close to use it. By the time I'd finished, it'd already finished killing my team and scaring off the civilians. It walked over to the first trailer and started trying to put out the battery fire. Dr. Sawkingbark: I'm no soldier, but that seems like a good opening to me. Agent Neilson: Believe me, I thought so too, but that damn entity was hypervigilant. It kept looking around in frustration with each failure to snuff that fire. It was all I could do to keep hidden whenever it looked my way, since I had a freaking chandelier on my head. (Agent Neilson grabs both his horns and swings his arms off them.) Agent Neilson: I didn't even have a working gun on me, since both mine and my partner's had gotten buried in the wreck. Shame, since I could have blinded it with its own Kinetoglyphs like the others thought to do. (Agent Neilson closes his eyes, tightens his grip on his horns and twists his hands in frustration.) Agent Neilson: Still, I sat there for a solid 10 minutes, waiting for a good chance. I still regret not taking one. Dr. Sawkingbark: Don't say that, Terr— Agent Neilson! You made the right decisions in the end and managed to save everyone as a result. I won't judge you like others would. (Agent Neilson sighs, opens his eyes, releases his grip and drops his arms.) Agent Neilson: Well, you're probably biased in that regard, so I'm lucky I got you as an interviewer. (Dr. Sawkingbark and Agent Neilson both chuckle.) Agent Neilson: Anyway, I still silently cursed up a storm when it finally succeeded and flew off into the forest. After kicking myself, I decided to thoroughly prepare to face off against it and make the opening I didn't get earlier. Dr. Sawkingbark: And what did you do to prepare? Agent Neilson: Double-checked the Antikinetoglyphs, gathered up as many working guns and unempty mags as I could, and even modified a visor to fit around my new head, in case that thing had cognitohazards up its sleeves too. I also had a theory I wanted to test. Dr. Sawkingbark: The one you announced when you came in guns blazing, about Belette Le Fou(ine) feeling the forest's pain? Agent Neilson: That's the one! I first noticed it double-over in pain when it deflected a Gauss round that felled a few trees. I couldn't be sure though, since it might have just been the fresh pain from those two lucky shots, combined with the effort it clearly took to cast Kinetohazards with just one arm. Dr. Sawkingbark: And you did that rather bold pronouncement on just a theory? Agent Neilson: My original plan was to just get it within my sights while staying hidden, fire on a tree, and see how it reacted, then play it by ear from there. (Agent Neilson tugs on one of his ears.) Agent Neilson: Probably not much better than what I did end up doing, all things considered. Unfortunately, when I finally found Belette Le Fou(ine), it was trying to blind that poor girl, and was probably about to torture the rest of them too. Dr. Sawkingbark: So you decided to use yourself as a distraction? Agent Neilson: Pretty much. As crazy as that was, my hunch paid off and it all worked out in the end. Dr. Sawkingbark: Yes, once again, everything worked out, despite you being so stubborn, so… (Dr. Sawkingbark's eyes widen and she stifles a laugh.) Dr. Sawkingbark: So… (Giggles.) Bull-Headed… (Dr. Sawkingbark and Agent Neilson burst out laughing.) Agent Neilson: Quite literally now! Dr. Sawkingbark: Anyway. (Clears throat.) That does it regarding the incident. I just have a few more questions. Agent Neilson: Sure, go ahead. (Agent Neilson points at his head. Dr. Sawkingbark giggles and clears her throat again.) Dr. Sawkingbark: Have you experienced any unusual dreams or daytime compulsions since becoming a Therianthrope? Agent Neilson: Heh, aside from cravings for wheatgrass smoothies, not really. Dr. Sawkingbark: (Laughs.) Are you just joking right now, Terrance? Agent Neilson: No, I'm serious. Vegan diet's been looking a lot more appealing lately. Dr. Sawkingbark: Huh, that's interesting. Hopefully you've been looking into the right Portlands restaurants then. (Winks.) Agent Neilson: You bet I have! Honestly, even after I get cured, I'm not sure I'll ever be able to eat a burger again. Not after having been one. Dr. Sawkingbark: Don't say that! There's always those impossible burgers. Agent Neilson: You're right. I guess that's an option now. Anyway, anything else? Dr. Sawkingbark: Well, I need to know your thoughts on Sandra Collins. Agent Neilson: (Sighs.) A poor, desperate girl. Not the first time I've dealt with a runner, and likely not the last. We see it a lot with nascent reality benders we're forced to contain. Dr. Sawkingbark: So her escape hasn't affected you, then? Or her threat of suicide? Agent Neilson: Not really. Hopefully we can find her while she's still sane enough to be talked down, before her abilities wipe away that sanity. Dr. Sawkingbark: Thank you, Agent Neilson. Agent Neilson: Anytime, Dr. Sawkingbark. Hopefully we can have more interviews in the future. Dr. Sawkingbark: I hope so too! And if not, I'm always here for you anyway, Terrance. <End Log, 2021-06-10, 10:15 PST> Footnotes 1. Item aids the Foundation in partially containing itself and/or other anomalies, but cannot be fully contained for logistical and/or ethical reasons. 2. Painkillers. 3. Including lunar eclipses. 4. The 1972 Freedom of Anomalous Communities Treaty between the Foundation and the U.I.U., created and enacted not long after the Foundation's discovery of Three Portlands. When dealing with an SCP-6090-B instance residing outside the U.S., similar actions are to be taken in accordance with any similar agreements made with its home nation's government. 5. It is theorized by some to also affect organisms in the phylum Arthropoda and possibly even specific organisms in other phyla within the kingdom Animalia as well. Experimentation into these possibilities is still pending approval. 6. Theriocephaly is a physiological condition in which the instance's head strongly resembles that of its infection source animal species, but with some human-like physiological structures persisting, particularly in the orbital region, supraorbital ridge, and internal oral region, which better facilitates facial expressions and speech. These human-animal-hybrid heads are capable of the full range of human facial expressions and are able to produce all human speech sounds, as well as most, if not all, of the sounds unique to their infection source species. The instance's head, C2 and C3 dermatomes are covered with the same fur, scales, feathers, or other skin growths typical of its infection source animal species. Its C4 dermatome is a transition between these skin growths and its human skin. 7. And even additional new senses in the case of certain infection source species. 8. Therian is a common shorthand for Therianthrope. 9. Standard Foundation Large Anomalous Animal Transport Trailer: A modified, armor reinforced livestock trailer. 10. Infection Source Species: Common Coyote. 11. Infection Source Species: Gray Wolf. 12. Small Anomalous Animal Containment Unit. 13. Large Anomalous Animal 14. Begin Morning Nautical Twilight, a time keeping abbreviation for tactical planning. Nautical Twilight is a time period prior to sunrise in which both the horizon and brighter stars are visible, making it useful for navigation, particularly at sea, hence the name. 15. Charge of Quarters Duty, a U.S. Military assignment that involves guarding the barracks for a 24-hour shift. 16. Liberty. Off-duty time for soldiers. 17. The QuarterMaster General, responsible for loaning out equipment, ordinances and armaments to MTFs and the security detail on missions, among other logistics. 18. Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. 19. Situation Normal: All Fucked Up. 20. Kinetoglyphs are visual manifestations of Kinetohazards, which are gestures and motions that interact with multiple spatial dimensions simultaneously. Kinetohazards allow the entity performing them to create physical and mental hazards, and can be as subtle as wiggling fingers or even blinking in a specific pattern. A Kinetohazard can be counteracted by motions and gestures that follow an inverse pattern, or by a physical representation of symbols that are the inverse of its resulting kinetoglyphs. These are known as Antikinetohazards and Antikinetoglyphs, respectively. Please refer to "Kinetology and the Study of Kinetocism, 2nd Ed," by Dr. ████████, for further details. 21. Kinetohazard. 22. Kant Counter Alert. All Foundation standard issue smartphones are equipped with a built-in Kant Counter to measure fluctuations in ambient Hume Levels, the measure of how normal the surrounding reality is, in order to alert them to the potential presence of reality bending entities. 23. An ancient symbol of a snake swallowing its own tail. 24. Navigational Stars. 25. Great Horned Owl. 26. Green Giant Anaconda. 27. Mine-Resistant Ambush Protected Truck. 28. Particularly Fae criminals from amongst Three Portlands' sizeable population of Avalon refugees. 29. Infection Source Species: Western Diamondback Rattlesnake. 30. Infection Source Species: Gray Wolf. 31. Infection Source Species: Polar Bear. 32. Infection Source Species: Fallow Deer. 33. 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SCP-6091 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6091 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are to be embedded in all major transport hubs going into and out of the Soviet Union and Warsaw Pact aligned political entities. Anyone affected by SCP-6091 is to be detained, questioned, and given amnestics corresponding to their time within the USSR. Foundation agents working within the USSR are advised to use caution when staying within the Stalingrad Oblast1, and acquire whatever information possible on SCP-6091. Agents are warned that agents of GRU Division-P have similar orders to detain any SCP-6091 affected individuals, and thus, it is of high priority to remove any affected persons from Soviet-aligned states before symptoms begin manifestation. Description: SCP-6091 is a phenomenon randomly affecting humans passing through the area of the Stalingrad Oblast2 within the Soviet Union. Symptoms of SCP-6091 include increased anxiety, burning sensation within the skull, and if left untreated, will escalate to full psychosis. When asked about the nature of their psychosis, patients have reported simply that “It’s watching me.” While much about SCP-6091 is unknown, amnestic regimens have proven effective in curing its symptoms, provided they remove the memories surrounding when the afflicted individual was presumably infected. Due to political complexities, additional information regarding SCP-6091 has been incredibly difficult to acquire. Its nature of transmission, geographic spread, and physical appearance, if it possesses any, are unknown. However, statistical analysis of SCP-6091 affected persons has revealed that those affected all were within the Stalingrad Oblast at some point during their time in the Soviet Union. Anecdotal evidence of when symptoms first manifested suggests that SCP-6091 is in some way connected with historical battles fought in the area during World War 2. UPDATE: Due to New Information, Current Containment Procedures are Judged Incomplete. Edits Pending. In 1991, when the Soviet Union was disbanded, several members of the Soviet paranormal research and response agency (GRU Division P) defected to the Foundation, bringing a wide array of documents dating back decades and shedding light on previously unknown anomalies. Research into SCP-6091 and the Volgograd Oblast revealed a file dating back to World War 2, labelled simply as “Wrath”, enclosed below. Efforts to corroborate these accounts with the Global Occult Coalition are ongoing. Relevant Documentation 4/23/1942-5/15/1942 Report on Reconnaissance over Rezekne Date: 4/23/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 4 Yakolev Fighters 2 Yakolev Fighters 4 Pilots 2 Pilots Objective: Reconnaissance on German positions to the north above the city of Rezekne. Outcome: Failure Notes: Air wing failed to penetrate German air defense screen. Luftwaffe presence unusually strong in area, as were German ground forces. Had to fall back or face destruction. Recommend additional operations to determine nature of military buildup on this portion of the front. - Col. Vasily Kunetzov Report on Reconnaissance in Force over Rezekne Date: 4/25/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 12 Yakolev Fighters 10 Yakolev Fighters 12 Pilots 9 Pilots Objective: Reconnaissance in force on German positions to the north over the city of Rezekne. Outcome: Failure Notes: Air Wing nearly destroyed by Luftwaffe forces. Luftwaffe presence far stronger than initially predicted. German ground forces confirmed to be in excess of other portions of the front. Recommend additional ground forces for potential German assault. Surviving pilots Lt. Romanova and Ivanov report visual distortions behind German lines, but could not get close enough to confirm its source. - Col. Vasily Kunetzov Report on Bialysk Pocket Encirclement Date: 4/31/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 1,400 infantry 1,200 infantry 16 t-34’s 12 t-34’s Objective: Slow German advance. Outcome: Failure Notes: German Panzer divisions encircled town within days, too quickly to reinforce them adequately. Recommend continuing withdrawal from sector to secondary defensive echelon. Encircled troops will continue to delay German advance from within the pocket. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Update on Bialysk Pocket Encirclement (5/1/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Germans have destroyed pocket of encircled troops in Bialysk with incredible speed, even for the Germans. Fighters sent to determine viability of air resupply turned back with heavy resistance. They repeat reports of intense visual distortions within the pockets. Report on Trebalynsk Pocket Encirclement Date: 5/7/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 6,500 infantry 6,000 infantry 35 T-34’s 34 T-34’s 30 artillery pieces 30 artillery pieces Objective: Slow German advance. Outcome: Failure Notes: We were expecting Bialysk to hold up the Germans for longer. Without its encirclement to divert their resources, they were able to capture Trebalynsk along with a sizable force. However, we are getting sporadic reports from the forces trapped within the pocket via radio, so we will at least be able to keep in contact with our trapped soldiers. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Update on Trebalynsk Pocket Encirclement (5/7/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): The Trebalynsk pocket is reporting strange activity. The Germans aren’t trying to collapse their forces in on them. In fact, they are holding a defensive perimeter around the pocket. Almost like they are afraid of something. Which doesn’t make sense. They've surrounded our forces, why not start closing in? Updates pending. Update on Trebalynsk Pocket Encirclement (5/7/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Contact with the Trebalynsk pocket is becoming more and more intermittent. It does not appear to be technological issues on either side of transmission. Possibility of German jamming has been brought up. Update on Trebalynsk Pocket Encirclement (5/8/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Reconnaissance flights along edge of Luftwaffe area of control have reported exceptionally vivid visual distortions within the pocket. Said distortions may make future aerial reconnaissance unreliable. Update on Trebalynsk Pocket Encirclement (5/8/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): We have lost contact with the Trebalynsk pocket. Report on Kamarov Pocket Encirclement Date: 5/12/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 12,000 infantry 11,500 infantry3 24 T-34’s 21 T-34’s 80 artillery pieces 80 artillery pieces Objective: Slow German advance. Outcome: Failure Notes: The Germans have struck again. Without the Trebalynsk pocket to delay them, they could press forward with their assault before we were ready. The Kamarov pocket is still in contact, and has assured us that they will fight to the last. However, we can’t count on our countrymen delaying the Germans, so our strategic retreat must be accelerated. It is vital that we continue to fall back to the Volga. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Update on Kamarov pocket encirclement (5/12/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): We are losing contact with the Kamarov pocket. The distortions are becoming so vivid, we can see them from the hills by our camp. Homes and roads leading one direction in Kamarov change the moment you look away. When we make contact with the pocket, the soldiers within confirm this is no hallucination or trick of the light, it is as if reality itself is being reshaped. Worse still, even those terrible reports are getting more and more sporadic, as whatever this is continues to rapidly break down our radio communications. Unfortunately, while I am loathe to go anywhere near that town, I suspect information is going to be the key to victory against this foe. And the only Soviet soldiers who know anything about this weapon are dying in Kamarov. I have spoken to Comrade Stalin himself about the situation on the ground, asking to lead a relief mission extract anyone who has encountered this German superweapon. Kamarov Pocket Relief Mission Report (5/14/1942) Date: 5/14/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 18,000 infantry 8,200 infantry4 54 T-34’s 23 T-34’s Objective: Relieve Kamarov pocket in order to acquire firsthand information on German weapon Outcome: Success Notes: It cost thousands of my men, and the Germans almost encircled us in the process. As we retreated, the distortions got closer with every passing minute. I personally saw a T-34 driving on an open road, only to look away for a second as a shell threw dirt over us. When I looked back, the tank had slammed into a townhouse that we had passed a mile back. Eventually, we had to leave several hundred troops behind to delay it or we would have never gotten out. Their sacrifice will be honored. In the end, we extracted only 500 men from an army of ten thousand. I hope this was worth it. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Transcript of Private Petrov Debrief Date: 5/15/1942 Interviewed: Private Ivan Petrov, survivor of the Kamarov Encirclement Interviewer: General Vladimir Kirov <Begin Log> Pvt Petrov: …5 Gen. Kirov: Private. Private, can you hear me? Pvt. Petrov: slowly nods Gen. Kirov: Private Petrov, I want you to know, this is a matter of national security. The very Soviet Union’s existence might depend on you. Pvt. Petrov: nods Gen. Kirov: Look at me, soldier. Pvt. Petrov: …I can’t, sir. Gen. Kirov: What? Pvt. Petrov: I…I can’t. I saw it. Gen. Kirov: You saw it? Pvt. Petrov: I still see it. Every time I open my eyes. Gen. Kirov: … Pvt. Petrov: I already opened my eyes for too long. I kept my eyes open all the way here. If I open my eyes any more, I would see it again. And it will see me. Gen. Kirov: … Pvt. Petrov: …I am sorry sir. Gen. Kirov: Private, you have nothing to be sorry for. Pause only interrupted by sniffling Gen. Kirov: Private. You are the only one who saw what this thing did, and lived to tell the tale. We need to stop this thing from hurting more people like you. Can you help us? Pvt. Petrov: …yes. Отчет о немецком оружии под кодовым названием "Гнев" Report on German Weapon, Codenamed "Wrath" Date: 5/16/1942 Attributes: Generates field capable of disrupting radio communications Cannot be perceived by humans without extreme pain Rough dimensions comparable to Panzer 3 tank Generates beams of distortions that rearrange reality Reality distortions affect larger and larger structures the closer to the weapon Objects in motion appear to be unaffected by the weapon (Unconfirmed) Objects under direct observation appear to be unaffected by the weapon (Unconfirmed) Note: This information, as well as past location data has been forwarded to Stalin as well as our allies in the United States and Great Britain. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Relevant Documentation 6/17/1942-7/10/1942 Correspondence between Colonel Vasily Kunetzov and General Vladimir Kirov 6/17/1942 From: Colonel Vasily Kunetzov To: General Vladimir Kirov I was informed that you wished to be kept abreast of any “potential unusual German formations” around Stalingrad. As my pilots were the first to identify this German superweapon, I suspect I know exactly what you are looking for. The good news is, I found it. The better news is, it is here, at the outskirts of Stalingrad. The bad news is, it is here, at the outskirts of Stalingrad. 6/17/1942 From: General Vladimir Kirov To: Colonel Vasily Kunetzov Are you sure? 6/17/1942 From: Colonel Vasily Kunetzov To: General Vladimir Kirov I sent Lt. Romanova and Ivanov with full squadrons of escorts to confirm. They both agreed that the distortions on the ground were the same. If that wasn’t enough, half of their escorts fell out of the sky when distortions to the air around them caused them to stall. The other half don't exactly know why that happened, but will swear to a commissar about what happened. Apparently the Germans have finally figured out how to get their monster to aim skyward. 6/17/1942 From: General Vladimir Kirov To: Colonel Vasily Kunetzov If the Germans are using it that openly so close to the front, they are more confident about their weapon. Pull your planes away from that area, no point in wasting men pointlessly. 6/17/1942 From: Colonel Vasily Kunetzov To: General Vladimir Kirov Are you sure? We do not want to lose sight of this weapon. 6/17/1942 From: General Vladimir Kirov To: Colonel Vasily Kunetzov Do not worry. This is Stalingrad. We have people on the ground. Reconnaissance Operation Report Date: 6/25/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 10 scouting teams 4 scouting teams 7 sniper teams 4 sniper teams Objective: Determine location of German weapon Codenamed “Wrath” Outcome: Failure Notes: Of the forces involved, all of the lost scouting teams can be accounted for, with those casualties due to conventional enemy action. Of the sniper teams, three were unsuccessful and returned safely, two were lost to conventional enemy action, and two are unaccounted for, presumed killed by the weapon. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Update on Reconnaissance Operation (6/25/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Allocated Forces Casualties 10 scouting teams 4 scouting teams 7 sniper teams 3 sniper teams Transcript of Lieutenant Pavlichenko Debrief Date: 5/27/1942 Interviewed: Lieutenant Lyudmila Pavlichenko, Soviet Sniper, AKA "Lady Death".6 Interviewer: General Vladimir Kirov Foreword: Interview conducted shortly after Pavlichenko returned from behind enemy lines. <Begin Log> Gen. Kirov: You’re late. Lt. Pavlichenko: I’m alive. Gen. Kirov: Which doesn’t mean much if you didn’t bring me any useful information. Lt. Pavlichenko: I did. I saw the creature you are looking for. Gen. Kirov: I find that hard to believe, the last man who saw it is a gibbering mess in a padded cell after he tried to claw his eyes out. Lt. Pavlichenko: Well, I saw something floating, spherical, the size of a tank, and when it spotted me, half the buildings on my street changed positions. Gen. Kirov: …go on. Lt. Pavlichenko: I had crawled for days through the rubble, nearly got caught by Germans multiple times. Kept getting lost because the streets and buildings kept changing position. I walked past the same fucking German checkpoint three times. Gen. Kirov: Well you clearly found your way out. Lt. Pavlichenko: One night, while I was looking at the stars, the street outside changed position twice while I wasn't looking. Gen. Kirov: Your point, Lieutenant Pavlichenko. Now. Lt. Pavlichenko: I told you, I was stargazing, and I realized that despite the building changing, the stars didn't change position. Gen. Kirov: …the environment was changing, but you weren't changing location. Lt. Pavlichenko: да. Once I realized that, it was simply a matter of maintaining my bearings and ignoring the environment around me. Found the German camp fairly easily after that, and staked them out. Their security was terrible. Probably thought nobody could get through the distortions. Gen. Kirov: And? Lt. Pavlichenko: And one day, they brought something out. It was big. T-34 size at least, possibly larger. It was floating, and they had it covered with a cloth tarp. Gen. Kirov: So that is how they’re transporting it without going mad… Lt. Pavlichenko: It is clever. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought it was a large weather balloon. Only when I was close enough I could see something wriggling under the bag through my scope. Unfortunately, I…I think it noticed me. Gen. Kirov: Noticed you? Lt. Pavlichenko: Well…something began pushing off the cloth, and the room I was in began to get physically smaller and smaller. It got to the point where I had to use my rifle to keep the walls from collapsing in on me, and even that barely slowed it. Gen. Kirov: How did you survive? Lt. Pavlichenko: Ironically, the Germans. I think the distortions began affecting the rest of the camp too, so they thought the creature had gone rogue. The handlers had strange goggles, with glowing wires on them? They had no problem looking at the creature with its bag pulled off, and they began shooting at it. It let out some screech and began bleeding slightly through the bag before calming down, but by then the walls had expanded enough again that I could flee. Gen. Kirov: …where were the exact coordinates of the camp. Lt. Pavlichenko: █████ █████, by the █████ █████ Gen. Kirov: Perfect, we can redirect our operations around it, and keep an eye on that sector, good job, Pavlichenko, you may have given us the keys to the end of this weapon. Lt. Pavlichenko: Thank you sir. I hope the coordinates are useful. Gen. Kirov: Lieutenant, you have told us so much more than that. Lt. Pavlichenko: Sir? Gen. Kirov: You told us it bleeds. If it bleeds, we can kill it. <End Log> Diplomatic Missive from the US Office Of the President We’ve read about your little “Wrath” problem in the southern front. We have a little strategic initiative in the works that has been encountering our own…anomalous…problems when fighting the Nazis. We’re sending some gear, and one of our best men. Good luck, and godspeed. - Franklin D. Roosevelt Assessment of Special Advisor Reynolds (6/29/1942) Commander Reynolds’ expertise has been a boon to our efforts in fighting the Germans. I do not know where he acquired them, but the dozen goggles he brought with him are genuine. I had Lieutenant Pavilchenko look them over, and she confirms they are the same the Germans were using to stare at the creature without succumbing to madness. She was so certain, she offered to take them to the front and test them herself. Such assurances satisfy me, though how the Capitalists got these without even having a presence on the continent still makes me wonder7. The issue I would raise is not with the materiel our allies have provided, it is with the manpower. Reynolds knows what he is doing, for sure. His Russian is passable, and his knowledge of esoterica and science is unparalleled. Already, he has told us more about our enemy than we have learned in months. Now we know which shadow branch of the Nazi Party is responsible for this weapon, the Obskuracorps. However, Reynolds is almost too knowledgeable. He is brash, flashy, and above all…American. He is quite certain that he can solve this problem with simply the right implements, and magic. I hope he is right, but I am worried he is not. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Update to Reynolds Assessment (6/30/1942) Commander Reynolds has requested the ability to lead a strike team to take on the creature in a stealth operation. I am currently leaning towards turning him down. This creature has destroyed small armies of men with bullets and bayonets, what can one mage do? He claims that precision strikes on German installations is how he does it in his operations, but this is the Red Army, not the Allied Occult Initiative. We operate on certainties, not hopes. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Update to Reynolds Assessment (7/4/1942) Not hours after I rejected Reynolds’ proposal, he called his organization back in Britain. I do not know how he did so, but within days, he was shipped strange and fantastical weaponry. He has begun publicly testing the weaponry among those aware of Wrath, and openly discussing how he would kill it. I think he is starting to sway people. And for all that I disagree with him, even I have to admit, a gun that shoots lightning is impressive. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Air Battle Report: West Stalingrad (7/5/1942) Date: 7/5/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 21 Yakolev Fighters 21 Yakolev Fighters 21 Pilots 20 Pilots Objective: Reconnaissance on German positions to the west Outcome: Failure - Col. Vasily Kunetzov Air Battle Report: West Stalingrad (7/6/1942) Date: 7/6/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 34 Yakolev Fighters 34 Yakolev Fighters 34 Pilots 34 Pilots Objective: Reconnaissance on German positions to the west Outcome: Failure - Col. Vasily Kunetzov Air Battle Report: West Stalingrad (7/7/1942) Date: 7/7/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 6 Yakolev Fighters 6 Yakolev Fighters 6 Pilots 6 Pilots Objective: Reconnaissance on German positions to the west Outcome: Failure - Col. Vasily Kunetzov Message to General Kirov (7/7/1942)] 7/7/1942 From: Colonel Vasily Kunetzov (Red Air Force) To: General Vladimir Kirov The situation in the airspace over Stalingrad is rapidly becoming untenable. It's expanded its field of fire to almost the whole city. Do you know how hard it is to fly when the very air around you changes positions at a moment's notice? While you're being shot at by German flak and fighters? I can’t keep Wrath a secret when it is annihilating entire squadrons. I can’t get anymore pilots into the air, even under threat of execution. They are saying there is an air defense system that makes it impossible to even approach the German lines. You need to do something, now. Before it gets out and spreads panic in the army. - Col. Kunetzov Update to Reynolds Assessment (7/8/1942) I asked Commander Reynolds for a private test of his weapon. After he explained the basics of what it did, how it worked, and what a “lightning elemental” was, I told him I would allow him to go on his mission. I was going to ask him which men he wanted for his mission, but before I could finish, he had a list of volunteers whipped out and pushed in front of my face. He is leaving tonight, through something called a “Way”, which none but those on the mission are allowed to see. All I know is that it is some method of getting into the German camp undetected. The infiltration team looked quite intimidating, dressed in black, carrying massive weapons, and wearing half of those German goggles he delivered. Truthfully, I hope Reynolds and his team succeed. But my gut, and thousands of dead soldiers don’t believe he will. And in the event my gut is correct, I have sent Lieutenant Pavilchenko with her own pair of esoteric German goggles to monitor the situation. - Gen. Kirov Operation "David"(7/8/1942) Date: 7/8/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 1 American Commander [TBD] 4 Infantrymen [TBD] Objective: Infiltrate enemy lines. Find and destroy the German weapon Codenamed “Wrath” Outcome: [TBD] Notes: [TBD] - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Update on Operation "David"(7/8/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: At 2:04 AM, three hours after Reynolds and his team were deployed, there was a crack, like thunder, across Stalingrad. I do not think a man in the city didn’t notice it. And if they didn't, they definitely noticed the ripples of distortions following behind it. I was sitting at my desk when the first tremor hit, and when I blinked, my tent was suddenly facing the opposite direction. After that point, there was gunfire from behind the German lines. More cracks echoed across the city, echoed by distortions. But the cracks were decreasing in frequency, until finally, lightning arced from the German lines into the sky, and all was silent. If I didn’t know better, I would say I saw a sneering, angry face in that lightning. Update on Operation "David"(7/10/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Note: On 7/10/1942, Lt. Pavilchenko returned from her mission behind enemy lines, and is being debriefed concerning the fate of Commander Reynolds and his team. Update on Operation "David"(7/10/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Allocated Forces Casualties 1 American Commander 1 American Commander 4 Infantrymen 4 Infantrymen Objective: Infiltrate enemy lines. Find and destroy the German weapon Codenamed “Wrath” Outcome: Failure Diplomatic Missive from Red Army to the US Office of the President We regret to inform your government that your advisor, Commander John Reynolds, has died in the line of duty attempting to eliminate the German weapon codenamed “Wrath”. We also regret to inform you that “Wrath” is still fully operational. Rest assured, we will not stop until it is destroyed. - General Vladimir Kirov Diplomatic Missive from the US Office Of the President We are sorry about Reynolds. His family has been notified. He was a good man, and he will be missed. But we have some information that might interest you. We don’t think Commander Reynolds was quite as ineffective as you believe… - Franklin D. Roosevelt Предложение операции "Кронос" Operation “Kronos” Proposal Date: [TBD] Allocated Forces Casualties 60,000 infantry [TBD] 80 T-34’s [TBD] 2,000 artillery pieces [TBD] Objective: Destroy the German weapon Codenamed “Wrath” Outcome: [TBD] Notes: I do not know how our allies have done it, but they’ve pinpointed the new location of the German superweapon.8 They positioned it on their northern flank, reinforcing their Romanian divisions. The Americans think that Commander Reynolds injured the thing, and it is recovering on what they think is a relatively quiet portion of the front. This is our chance to catch the weapon without its protectors in the German army. Operation Uranus is already going to strike the Romanians, I just need men specifically allocated to tackle this issue. And I do not need to state that if we do not destroy Wrath, it could impede our collective efforts to rout the Germans and regain the offensive. - Gen. Vladimir Kirov Relevant Documentation 11/01/1942-11/21/1942 Correspondence between Joseph Stalin and General Vladimir Kirov 11/01/1942 From: Joseph Stalin To: General Vladimir Kirov This is a lot of men to divert to you, Vladimir. Tell me you have a plan. 11/01/1942 From: General Kirov To: Joseph Stalin The men are to wedge open the Romanian lines, and draw the creature out. Once it is occupied killing them, the artillery will flatten the creature, and everything else within a mile of the area. The arc of the shells over the horizon and the distance ought to stop its distortions from hitting our artillery in return. 11/01/1942 From: Joseph Stalin To: General Vladimir Kirov And how will you make sure that the creature is in the right position? 11/01/1942 From: General Kirov To: Joseph Stalin When we lose radio contact with our squads, we will fire on their positions. 11/01/1942 From: Joseph Stalin To: General Vladimir Kirov Even if you hit the creature, you will likely bombard our own men as well. 11/01/1942 From: General Kirov To: Joseph Stalin That is correct. 11/01/1942 From: Joseph Stalin To: General Vladimir Kirov …Acceptable. Proceed. Operation “Kronos” Edit (Gen. Kirov): Date: 11/19/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 80,000 infantry [TBD] 90 T-34’s [TBD] 2,500 artillery pieces [TBD] Objective: Destroy the German weapon Codenamed “Wrath” Outcome: [TBD] Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/19/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Forward Romanian lines broken. Tactical and strategic surprise achieved. Conventional forces routed. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/19/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Date: 11/19/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 80,000 infantry ~1,500 infantry 90 T-34’s 2 T-34’s 2,500 artillery pieces [TBD] Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/19/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Losing contact with most forward units. Artillery barrage pending. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/19/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Date: 11/19/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 80,000 infantry ~4,500 infantry 90 T-34’s 17 T-34’s 2,500 artillery pieces [TBD] Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/19/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Artillery Barrage miscalculated. Wrath is aware of our presence, and unharmed. Engaging. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/19/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Artillery Commander ██████████ has been executed by his commissar. Reason: Gross incompetence Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/19/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Date: 11/19/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 80,000 infantry ~20,000 infantry 90 T-34’s ~30 T-34’s 2,500 artillery pieces [TBD] Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/19/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Wrath has fallen back to the town of ██████████. Pursuing. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/19/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Date: 11/19/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 80,000 infantry ~33,000 infantry 90 T-34’s ~35 T-34’s 2,500 artillery pieces [TBD] Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Wrath is using buildings within town of ██████████ to increase lethality of distortions. Local commanders have pulled back from town proper, and used cover of darkness to encircle ██████████. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Date: 11/20/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 80,000 infantry ~35,000 infantry 90 T-34’s ~40 T-34’s 2,500 artillery pieces [TBD] Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Artillery is being positioned around ██████████. Systematic barrage of town being planned. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Artillery barrage commencing. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Distortions in ██████████ becoming visibly more erratic. Buildings are likely being used as rudimentary armor. Artillery pieces moved closer to ensure additional accuracy and lethality. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Forward elements with sightlines on Wrath's area of effect recommend that if we survive this, town of ██████████ ought to be levelled and burned. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: We were wrong. Distortions used as cover. Wrath is coming for us. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: It is going for the artillery. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Date: 11/20/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 80,000 infantry ~50,000 infantry 90 T-34’s ~55 T-34’s 2,500 artillery pieces ~800 artillery pieces Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Plan is changed. Forward artillery positions have been fortified to slow Wrath. When they are engaged, rear artillery positions ordered to fire on forward artillery positions. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/20/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Date: 11/20/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 80,000 infantry ~60,000 infantry 90 T-34’s ~80 T-34’s 2,500 artillery pieces ~1000 artillery pieces Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/21/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Distortions have subsided. Infantry elements and remaining T-34's are to sweep forward artillery positions for confirmation. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/21/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: Forward Infantry Elements are permitted to evacuate soldiers and civilians of ██████████ deemed savable. For those not, Forward Infantry Elements have been informed that all deaths within the town of ██████████ will listed as casualties of Wrath, regardless of forensic evidence to the contrary. Update on Operation “Kronos” (11/21/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Notes: We found Wrath. Актуальная информация об операции "Кронос"(11/21/1942) Update on Operation "Kronos"(11/21/1942) Edit (Gen. Kirov): Date: 11/19/1942-11/21/1942 Allocated Forces Casualties 80,000 infantry 67,000 infantry 90 T-34’s 83 T-34’s 2,500 artillery pieces 1,200 artillery pieces Objective: Destroy the German weapon Codenamed “Wrath” Outcome: Success For almost 40 years, GRU Division P covered up discoveries of SCP-6091, but when the Soviet Union fell, it fell to the GOC and the Foundation to do so. With the documents provided by the Foundation, and Obskuracorps technology confiscated by the Allied Occult Initiative (the predecessor to the GOC), the effects of viewing SCP-6091 can now be adequately neutralized with amnestics and memetic treatments. Every year, between 5 and 10 fragments of SCP-6091 are discovered by civilian archaeologists, tourists, or construction workers travelling in the area surrounding its neutralization. All fragments are to be transferred to a joint GOC-Foundation site holding other Obskuracorps artifacts. Update to Special Containment procedures Item#: 6091 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Undercover Foundation personnel assigned to major historical societies and academic institutions are to downplay, discredit, or delete all references to SCP-6091 in modern World War 2 literature. Additionally, agents from the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition are to embed themselves in Russian excavation efforts around the Battle of Stalingrad, amnestitizing any civilians who come into contact with SCP-6091. Upon discovery, specialized units are to use level 2 memetic protective equipment to extract remnants of SCP-6091 to a containment site. While the effects of SCP-6091 are easily mitigated with modern amnestic treatment, the sheer dispersal of SCP-6091 fragments means that containment efforts will likely be necessary for decades to come.9 Level 4 Credentials Accepted To: Dr. Jeremy Filia (Site 12) From: Dr. Kore Benjamin (Site 17) Subject: SCP-6091 Hey, Jeremy. Remember last week when you were wondering why the GOC has been so chummy and open on SCP-6091? I think I figured it out. They have a problem. Or more accurately, we have a problem. I was working with some GOC researchers, and I overheard them talking about "The German Tank Problem". That phrase rang a bell, so I did some googling. Turns out, "The German Tank Problem" is a type of statistics problem. During World War 2, the Allies needed to figure out how many tanks the Nazis had, based solely off of the remains of the blown up tanks they'd destroyed. So they grabbed a bunch of eggheads from University math departments, gave them the serial numbers off blown up tanks, and had them work some statistical magic to figure out what the total number of tanks there were in the Nazi army. Here's the thing. I think the GOC researchers were talking about The German Tank Problem because that's what the GOC's been trying to do with these SCP-6091 fragments, and why they've been so open. They wanted to know how much of SCP-6091 is in our vaults, and compare it with their own to see how many more fragments are left in that forest. And the best way to get our numbers is to be nice and transparent about theirs. Which is where we get that problem I mentioned. I ran the numbers. Even making generous assumptions about SCP-6091, when counting the bits and pieces the Coalition has in custody, the pieces we have in custody, and the pieces we assume are still somewhere in that forest, we're still missing about 30% of SCP-6091's biomass. Best case scenario, there's still hunks of Elder God strewn over a Russian forest somewhere and we'll find it when some tourists walk into it. Most likely scenario, the Soviets buried those pieces in a vault somewhere, and the Russians are keeping its location a secret. But, worst case scenario? It got up and walked away. Footnotes 1. Update (1961): What is now the “Volgograd Oblast” 2. See prior footnote 3. 3,700 (dead/wounded) 7,800 (trapped) 4. Original Document Footnote: 1,200 additional infantry from the Kamarov pocket died in process 5. Notes indicate that Petrov is sitting in a chair at a desk head in his hands, Kirov is sitting across from him. Additional physical movements are noted and added to the transcript. 6. As a female sniper of exceptional skill, Lt. Pavlichenko was a well-known figure in the non-anomalous media of the time. However, GRU Division P documents diverge significantly from her publicly known travels. It is believed that Lt. Pavlichenko's skills were requisitioned for anomalous missions, while a body double made public appearances in her stead to dissuade suspicion. 7. Relevant documentation provided by the GOC has revealed that the goggles were acquired from an Allied Occult Initiative raid on an Obskuracorps facility in Königsberg earlier in the year. 8. Documentation acquired from US archives revealed that this information was acquired via ULTRA intercepts (allied decryption of German radio traffic). Said documentation has been removed from US archives, and is now in joint Foundation/GOC custody. 9. 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SCP-6092 | euclid | SCP-6092 pupae and larvae. Item #: SCP-6092 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6092 specimens are to be contained in a glass vivarium in Site-19. Various plants are to be kept and watered in the chamber as well to create a natural oxygen source. No caffeinated beverages are to be brought within 50 meters of SCP-6092 containment chamber in order to discourage the flies from attempting to breach containment. The exception to this is a sixteen ounce stainless steel coffee cup that is to be refilled with standard black coffee every two days. This cup must be left in SCP-6092 glass chamber at all times aside from replenishment. The specimen populace of SCP-6092 is to be manually reduced every nine to twelve days to prevent overpopulation. Under no circumstance should any personnel with a habit of drinking coffee (on average 2-3 times a week) enter SCP-6092 containment cell. MTF Task Force Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") is to be dispatched to areas of high concentration of SCP-6092 instances. Task Force members are to call for the evacuation of buildings infested with SCP-6092 under the guise of pest control services. Any Task Force personnel that regularly consume caffeine are to be exempt from operations. Instances of SCP-6092 outside of the containment cell are to be terminated immediately. Description: SCP-6092 is an insect species of unknown origin that resembles a variation of the genus Drosophila melanogaster,1 approximately 3 mm in length and 2 mm in width. SCP-6092 instances are yellow-brown in color with large vermillion colored eyes, appearing similar to that of a normal fruit fly. Adult SCP-6092 specimens will spend the entirety of their lifetime attempting to reach the nearest caffeinated beverage, upon which they will submerge themselves. SCP-6092 shows a resistance to temperatures of up to 71°C, allowing the flies to survive in warm fluid environments such as coffee. Upon entering a liquid, they will proceed to lay anywhere between one to five hundred eggs. The caffeine in beverages appears to act as a fertilizer, and eggs laid in them will develop into adult SCP-6092 instances over the course of 1-2 weeks. The life cycle of SCP-6092 is identical to that of a regular fruit fly. Humans that swallow SCP-6092 eggs, hereby referred to as SCP-6092-1, will undergo a series of symptoms. Approximately 12-24 hours after consumption, SCP-6092-1 will experience symptoms comparable to that of a caffeine withdrawal. These include mild fatigue, headaches, insomnia, nausea, depression, anxiety, and rarely, hallucinations. These side effects will progressively get more severe until SCP-6092-1 consumes another caffeinated beverage. After this point, side effects will become unpredictable. However, nearly all instances of SCP-6092-1 have consistently reported the following: irritability/restlessness itchiness cysts appearing on the arms, back, face, and/or chest. formication2 tinnitus (described as a buzzing sound) coughing up a small, tan mucus strong urge to consume caffeine The following side effects have been recorded but have not appeared consistently: hallucinations muscle spasms projectile vomiting photophobia3 interest in consuming decaying produce uncontrollable screaming drastic weight loss self-inflicted scratch wounds Accidental consumption of SCP-6092 eggs is not uncommon due to their small size. Victims with a longer, consistent habit of consuming caffeine tend to experience more severe side effects over a longer period of time. Swallowing a single egg is enough to afflict an organism. There is no known cure. Discovery: SCP-6092 was first discovered in a cafe in ███████, Iowa, which was part of the popular multinational fast food coffeehouse chain ████████. The coffeehouse was temporarily closed on █/█/2021 by ██████ Department of Health after the restaurant received a poor score on a routine health inspection due to multiple violations of standard health and safety protocol. Health inspector Stanley Daniels reported that the cafe had "a substantial amount of flies living in the kitchen which proposed a concern that the customers orders could be contaminated". Additional reports revealed that a large amount of restaurant patrons had described bizarre symptoms of an unknown illness. In some cases, fatality has been recorded with an unclear cause of death. Several SCP-6092 specimens were withdrawn and put into the care of the Foundation, as well as restaurant manager Samson Bowyer and two restaurant clients who were later interviewed (See Addendum 6092.1-3). The remaining SCP-6092 instances in the restaurant have been terminated and the restaurant is closed indefinitely. Addendum: ►ACCESS SCP-6092 Interview Log-6092.1 - ▼CLOSE INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEW LOG 6092.1 SUBJECT: Chris Santana INTERVIEWER: Dr. Linan Foreword: Chris Santana, age 22, taken in by the Foundation shortly before the closing of ████████. Santana was tested for the presence of SCP-6092, and the interview has been moved to a room with a glass partition between Dr. Linan and the subject. <BEGIN LOG> LINAN: Hello, Mr. Santana. How are you feeling? SUBJECT: Um, fine I guess. Doctor, what is going on here? Did I do something wrong? LINAN: No, nothing. We just want to know how you feel right now. SUBJECT: Why? Where the hell am I? LINAN: Where we are is not relevant. We just want to ask you a few questions, and you'll be out of here. SUBJECT: But why do you want to ask me anything? I have literally nothing to tell you. LINAN: That's not true. You were at the ████████ very close to its shutdown. SUBJECT: Oh, well, yeah. Wait, are you part of the health department or something? LINAN: Something like that. SUBJECT: Well, okay. You should have just said this is about the ████████. I don't really know much about that place though. I've only been there once. Did you slip something in my coffee? LINAN: What makes you say that? SUBJECT: Maybe its cause I have no recollection of coming here? I was leaving with my drink and then a bunch of black vans were outside. Next thing I knew, I was in a cell like some kind of prisoner. I didn't do anything, Doctor. LINAN: You did consume a beverage from ████████ then? How did you feel after drinking it? SUBJECT: Uh, normal. It was my first coffee, ever. It had a lot of sugar and milk in it, so maybe I felt kind of sick after. Or I should say, I would have, given I wasn't kidnapped. LINAN: Alright. Do you want to tell us a bit about yourself, for the record? SUBJECT: If I do, will I get out of here sooner? LINAN: Most likely. SUBJECT: Okay. My name is Chris Jordan Santana, I'm 22 years old. I'm a senior at ████████ ████████ University. I have a younger sister in high school, but keep her out of this. Same with my parents um, I mean, they obviously aren't in high school. I meant I don't want anyone else I know to get kidnapped and interrogated. Is that good? I'd rather not say anything else. LINAN: We aren't going to interrogate anyone else you know, don't worry. And yes, that's fine. So, what did you know about that ████████? SUBJECT: I already told you, that's the last place I was before I got here. I believe it was a few days ago, though I can't even remember correctly. Also, you never answered my question. Did you knock me out or something? LINAN: What is your relationship with the company? Or, more specifically, this single location of ████████? SUBJECT: Sometimes I would go there and get donuts or a breakfast sandwich. I had never actually gotten a coffee from there until right before you kidnapped me. I'm not a coffee drinker, though basically everyone I know is. LINAN: So what did you order specifically? SUBJECT: A latte with cream and sugar, I believe. A lot of a sugar. That's what I wanted, at least. I think the kid working there screwed up my order. It was pretty bitter and dark, and there were some little coffee bean particles or something in it. Don't quote me on that though, I'm no coffee expert. LINAN: Interesting. What enticed you to order coffee, considering you don't drink it? SUBJECT: Well, I wasn't lying about not drinking coffee. I've never been a coffee drinker. I mean, I've had sips here and there, just to try it. But I never ordered it for myself. Not until recently, I mean. I read some benefits of drinking coffee, and with midterms coming up and… I've just been kinda stressed. I also feel really tired all the time, and I'm sick of it. My sister and some of my friends drink coffee regularly, and they said I should start with a lot of sugar and milk. LINAN: Ah, so you wanted to start drinking coffee at the recommendation of your friends? SUBJECT: I guess you could say that. I just wanted to try it out, see if I made me feel any better. LINAN: Would you say there was any "urge" to go to ████████ specifically? SUBJECT: Uh, no..I don't think so. I could have gone to any nearby coffeehouse. I only went to ████████ because it was convenient. It's pretty close to my campus and it's pretty popular. Cheap too. LINAN: Have you drank any coffee since then? SUBJECT: No, I haven't. I was considering getting some later though, when I get out of here……Um, when am I getting out of here, actually? LINAN: We want to bring you back when you are completely healthy again. You are exhibiting symptoms such as fatigue and anxiety, correct? SUBJECT: Yeah, I mean, a little bit. What, do you think I'm sick or something? LINAN: Not in the normal sense. But, I have no doubt we can help you out. SUBJECT: Soon, right? LINAN: I'm sorry, can you elaborate on that? SUBJECT: I mean, am I gonna get treated soon? And is it a short treatment? I hate to sound like an impatient brat but to be fair, you did kinda abduct me against my will. LINAN: I can understand how you might feel about suddenly being brought in here. However, I want to clarify that we merely want to ask you a few questions, and after which we will have you back into the world as if none of this had ever happened. SUBJECT: Pretty bold of you to think you can just kidnap people and expect them to do these dumb interviews. I already made it clear that I have nothing of value to tell you. In fact, this is a waste of my time too. God, how many classes am I missing right now? Do you know how much you might have screwed me over? LINAN: (sighs) Alright, we are almost done here. What was the restaurant like? Did you see any insects or flies? SUBJECT: What? No. I mean, the place looked clean. I don't wanna say it was fancy or anything, cause it wasn't. It was your average modern fast food restaurant. If there were flies or anything it was probably in the kitchen or something…actually that's probably why the place was closed. LINAN: Something like that. Okay, I think we are done here. SUBJECT: Hey doc, one more thing? LINAN: Yes? SUBJECT: I know I was a dick to you but I think that's understandable, right? Do you mind if I request something? LINAN: Go for it. SUBJECT: Do you, um, have any coffee here? Surely you have a coffee machine in the break room or something. I'm really craving it. It's the least you can do for a prisoner. LINAN: You want coffee? SUBJECT: Yeah. The truth is….there is something in my head that is telling me to get some coffee. LINAN: What do you mean? SUBJECT: It's hard to explain. It's like an inner voice. I trust it. Okay, don't look at me like that. I'm not crazy…it's not like a literal voice. Damn…what I'm trying to say is I could just go for one more cup of coffee. After that, I think I'll quit it for good. Clearly coffee has not helped improve my life. LINAN: So, you are done with coffee then? SUBJECT: Yeah. I've been thinking about it since I woke up at this place. It's just not worth it. I mean, I don't wanna end up here again. So just one more for the road, y'know? LINAN: Alright, one more cup of coffee? We'll see. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Santana was transferred to a standard cell indefinitely, shortly after receiving his beverage. His body was later found in his cell, covered in hundreds of instances of SCP-6092. Autopsy report revealed that the cause of death was mix between a sudden brain aneurysm and █████ ███████. Security footage revealed Santana died mere moments after drinking from his beverage. He was to be released on █/██/2021. ►ACCESS SCP-6092 Interview Log-6092.2A - ▼CLOSE INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEW LOG 6092.2A SUBJECT: James Anderson INTERVIEWER: Dr. Linan Foreword: James Anderson, age 21, taken in by the Foundation shortly before the closing of ████████. The interview with Anderson was conducted in the same room as Chris Santana (See SCP-6092 Interview Log-6092.1). <BEGIN LOG> LINAN: Hello, Mr. Anderson. SUBJECT: Hey. LINAN: How are you feeling? SUBJECT: Not great. Doctor, where am I? LINAN: That is not relevant. We are not going to hurt you. We just want to ask you a few questions. SUBJECT: I'm sorry, I was just curious. LINAN: No need to apologize, that is to be expected. I can assure you that after this interview is over we'll get you back to your life. SUBJECT: Alright….ask away. LINAN: Well first, would you care to tell us a little bit about yourself? SUBJECT: I mean, if I have to. I'm James Anderson, and I'm 21. I've gone to ████████ ████████ University for three years now. LINAN: That's sufficient. So, would you like to elaborate on how you are feeling? SUBJECT: Not great? Well…I feel like I do most of the time. Kinda tired, depressed, apathetic, even. LINAN: How long would you say you have been experiencing these symptoms? SUBJECT: Basically my whole life, I think. I guess you could say they've gotten worse recently. I've had diagnosed depression and anxiety since I was in high school. It's nothing too severe, but it sucks. LINAN: So, what is your relationship with coffee? Do you think it's affected your mood? SUBJECT: You kinda remind me of my therapist. She would ask me similar questions. Uh, anyway…coffee. I've been drinking it for years. It's helped me wake up in the morning, you know? I've never thought about it affecting my mood. I don't think caffeine can do that to you though. Always just assumed it was cause of stress and boredom. LINAN: Have you noticed any symptoms you might consider unnatural? SUBJECT: Unnatural? I'm sorry, I don't really know what you mean. LINAN: Well, we'll get back to that. Let's get on the topic of ████████. What is your relationship with this company? How long have you gone to this cafe? SUBJECT: I mean, it's a coffee company. I've gone to a lot of coffee places over the years. That was one of them. Sucks that it got shut down, it was pretty close to my campus. I don't think I'll go to places like that again, though, if the rumors are true.. LINAN: Care to elaborate on these rumors? SUBJECT: Well, the place got shut down right? By a health inspector? That seems like a pretty big deal. I don't really know what they did specifically. Well, that's not actually true. I have a pal who worked there for like two weeks. He told me the kitchen itself was clean, but there were apparently a ton of flies in there. He reported it to the manager but he just brushed it off. He just stopped going in after that. LINAN: I see. How many times would you say you went to █████████? SUBJECT: I can't give you a specific number, but I will say I think on average I went two-three times a week. And that's over the course of like….four months? I would go in, get my coffee, and then get out. Sometimes I would go through the drive thru instead. Most of the time I went through the drive thru, actually. LINAN: Alright, now would you care to touch on the symptoms? SUBJECT: I still don't really know what you mean by that. LINAN: I'm going to be straight with you, Mr. Anderson. Truth is, the flies in █████████ might have laid eggs inside customer's beverages. SUBJECT: That's disgusting. Is that why it got shut down? LINAN: Part of it. Normally that wouldn't be so much of an issue, as fruit fly eggs can't normally survive in scalding hot beverages. But these flies are different. It's safe to assume that if you drank a beverage at this █████████, you could have swallowed an egg. SUBECT: Oh… I get it now. You think I might be sick from the contamination? LINAN: Exactly. But not a normal type of sick. These eggs can cause side effects that one might consider anomalous. So, I'll ask again: Have you experienced any symptoms you might consider unnatural? SUBJECT: I don't really know the validity of that statement, but I can tell you this: I've see flies in my room sometimes. I even see them in my dreams sometimes. Man, that's kinda freaky. Doctor, am I gonna turn into a fly-human thing? LINAN: We have never seen that happen before, so I wouldn't worry about it. SUBJECT: Oh, and another thing: Sometimes, when I sneeze, I swear….I can see it twitch. Maybe I'm just crazy. Surely I imagined that, right? LINAN: Truth is, we know little about this phenomenon. Don't worry, though. We are almost done here. Mr. Anderson, I am sure you are eager to get out of here, correct? [Subject is staring at the floor.] SUBJECT: I……I don't even know anymore. LINAN: This is the last question. Did you go to other coffeeshops during the same period you regularly went to █████████? [Subject looks up.] SUBJECT: …I'm sorry, can you repeat that? LINAN: Mr. Anderson, did you go to other coffeeshops during the same period you regularly went to █████████? SUBJECT: I…..no. No, I didn't. I didn't….. LINAN: So, you did not go to other coffeeshops? [Subject faced down and stared at hands. Subject refused to answer further questions.] <END LOG> Closing Statement: After the interview, Anderson was transported to a standard cell until a later interview (See Addendum Interview Log-6092.2B). ►ACCESS SCP-6092 Interview Log-6092.2B -▼CLOSE INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEW LOG 6092.2B SUBJECT: James Anderson INTERVIEWER: Dr. Linan Foreword: Anderson was forcefully brought in for a second interview approximately thirteen days after his original interview (See Addendum Interview Log-6092.2A). <BEGIN LOG> LINAN: Hello, Mr. Anderson. How are you feeling? SUBJECT: What? What… LINAN: Mr. Anderson, can you hear me? SUBJECT: Doctor, help me. Yes, I can hear you. I can hear you. LINAN: Can you describe how you are feeling? [Subject lowers head into hands.] SUBJECT: Doctor, I need help. I feel…horrible. My head hurts and I'm so tired and anxious all the time. Doctor, I really need some coffee right now. LINAN: Alright, first I need you to relax. I can't give you any coffee right now. Are you only experiencing these symptoms? [Subject raises head.] SUBJECT: No, no, no, no. I um, I have a noise in my ear. It's a buzzing in my ear all the time. It's so loud, Doctor. Please make it stop, please…. I need some coffee right now. LINAN: Mr. Anderson, why are you hiding your wrist? SUBJECT: Please, please don't make me look at it Doctor. Please, I can't look at it. LINAN: I need you to show me your wrist. SUBJECT: Doctor, if I show you my wrist, will you give me some coffee? Please, Doctor. Please, swear to me. LINAN: Alright. Please show me your wrist. [Subject shows wrist, revealing a nickel-sized cyst.] SUBJECT: Doctor, please, please help me. It….it scares me, Doctor. It moves sometimes. Doctor, I'm never getting out of here, am I? LINAN: Please slow down, Mr. Anderson. It moves? Can you elaborate on that? SUBJECT: Look, Doctor. It's moving right now. LINAN: Mr. Anderson, your arm is shaking. SUBJECT: Doctor, please. I need you to help me. Please, I need some coffee right now. Doctor, I feel it crawling…under my arm….please, help me. LINAN: What is crawling under your arm? SUBJECT: You can't see it….you can't see it…It's there. In my arm and under my skin. It's crawling on my veins. Please help me. [Subject falls out of chair] LINAN: Mr. Anderson? Anderson, are you okay? [Subject is lying in a supine position on the floor and sobbing.] LINAN: Mr. Anderson, we are sending in personnel to assist you. [Subject is coughing violently as SCP-6092 instances emerge from his mouth and nasal passage.] LINAN: Mr. Anderson? [Subject screams.] <END LOG> Closing Statement: After being treated, Anderson was transferred to a standard cell indefinitely. No further interviews have been conducted. ►ACCESS SCP-6092 Interview Log-6092.3 - ▼CLOSE INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEW LOG 6092.3 SUBJECT: Samson Bowyer INTERVIEWER: Dr. Linan Foreword: Samson Bowyer, age 37, taken in for questioning for involvement in the █████████ shutdown. Interview was conducted in the same room as Santana (See Addendum Interview 6092.1). <BEGIN LOG> LINAN: Hello, Mr. Bowyer. SUBJECT: Hello. LINAN: As the record states, you were aware of SCP-6092's effects, but did nothing to prevent it from becoming a safety hazard? SUBJECT: I knew that there was something odd about the flies, if that's what you mean. I did not mean to cause harm to anyone, especially my customers. LINAN: Well, I think we're past that now. And you didn't answer the question. SUBJECT: I found the flies in the kitchen, originally. They were in a small corner, near the trash, and there were only a few of them. I didn't think much of it…but then more of them started appearing, closer to the coffee machines and cups. At this point, I thought there was a potential for the flies to be contaminating the customer's drinks. LINAN: And yet, the flies still found themselves in customer's drinks. SUBJECT: I was getting to that…I swatted the flies, as many as I could find. I thought that would solve the problem. Yet, more of them came back. As if they were attracted to the coffee. I thought maybe I should start making them pay for it…heh. Sorry, just a bad joke. LINAN: So, you couldn't stop the flies from getting to the coffee? SUBJECT: Sort of. I want to claim some responsibility for this incident….you think I can live with myself knowing I might have ruined so many innocent lives? ..I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I could have stopped the flies, I know I could have. But I didn't….because…well….I didn't. I couldn't do it… LINAN: Care to elaborate on that? SUBJECT: I was starting to realize there was a relationship between the sales and the flies…I might as well have been crazy. The sales were going up, and I needed them. The flies were like a good luck charm of sorts. I thought it was just superstition, but then… I saw a fly in the lounge. And it flew into a woman's drink when she wasn't looking. Then… LINAN: Then? SUBJECT: Then that woman came back every day. Every day, then multiple times a day, for weeks. At that point I thought…maybe the flies were the best thing that ever happened to █████████. And then she never came back. God damn it….I can't do this, Doctor. [Subject lowers head into hands.] LINAN: How long was this before the closing of █████████? [Subject stays silent.] LINAN: Mr. Bowyer, how long have you been exploiting the flies? [Subject stays silent.] LINAN: Mr. Bowyer, I want to tell you a story. A few days ago we interviewed two young men who went to your coffee shop. A Mr. Anderson and Mr. Santana. Do you know them? [Subject raises head.] SUBJECT: …Yes. I know an Anderson. James Anderson, correct? LINAN: I'll add another question. Mr. Bowyer, when you were in your cell earlier, did you happen to hear any..screaming? [Subject stays silent.] LINAN: You are the only person who would know how many people might be in danger. So Mr. Bowyer, I'll ask again: How long have you been exploiting these flies? [Subject sits still for a few moments while staring at the floor.] SUBJECT: Doctor…I need some coffee. LINAN: Mr. Bowyer? [Subject is silent.] LINAN: Mr. Bowyer, can you elaborate on that? SUBJECT: I…want a cup of coffee. Any kind of coffee. LINAN: I'm afraid I can't give you any. SUBJECT: My career selling coffee is over, Doctor. I need you to do this. For me. And……it. LINAN: ..Mr. Bowyer? [Subject refused to answer any further questions.] <END LOG> Closing Statement: Bowyer was denied his beverage and was transferred to a cell indefinitely. His release is currently pending. Bowyer has refused to participate in any further interviews unless he is given a caffeinated beverage. Footnotes 1. Commonly known as the "fruit fly", "lesser fruit fly", or "vinegar fly" 2. The feeling of insects crawling across or underneath the skin 3. 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