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SCP-6093 | esoteric-class | LightlessLantern SCP-6093: Tongue Troubles NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS & INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Following Incident-6093-034, this file is being updated. Edits are marked in blue. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item No: SCP-6093 Special Containment Procedures (Archived): Foundation personnel are to undergo an oral examination every 10 days. Should they be found to be infected by SCP-6093, the infected tissue and bone is to be surgically removed and incinerated. If this is not possible, personnel are to be euthanised and their corpse incinerated. Foundation AICs2 are to monitor hospital admissions for mouth-related issues. If the reported symptoms are a match for SCP-6093 infection, the affected subject is to be transported to a Foundation hospital for removal of infected tissue and bone. The subject is to be supplied with Class-C amnestics and returned with a cover story of oral cancer. All discovered SCP-6093-1 instances are to be transferred to Biological Containment Area 07 for containment. Special Containment Procedures (Current): Following Incident-6093-034, Special Containment Procedures for SCP-6093 have been revised. All persons who have previously undergone surgery for SCP-6093 infection are to be located and terminated. Their corpses are to be immediately incinerated. Foundation personnel are to undergo an oral examination daily. If they are found to be infected by SCP-6093, they are to be immediately terminated and incinerated. All currently contained SCP-6093-1 instances are to be incinerated. All uncontained SCP-6093-1 instances are to be incinerated upon discovery. The creation of any future SCP-6093-2 instances is to be avoided at all costs. Description (Current): SCP-6093 is an anomalous medical condition which causes the transmutation of a person's teeth and bone into muscle. This process begins in the mouth, with the subject's teeth transmuting into muscle. The process is believed to be painless. SCP-6093 is believed to be non-transmissible. The method of transmission of SCP-6093 is unknown. Immediately following the onset of SCP-6093, subjects will become unable to speak. Approximately 12% of infected subjects will lose the ability to speak. If the subject's tongue and transmuted teeth are removed at this point, no further anomalous effects will be felt. Removal of the infected tissue at any stage does not effectively treat SCP-6093 infection. If the tongue and transmuted muscle is not removed then, Over the next 12 days 36 hours, the entirety of the subject's skeletal system will transmute into muscle. Following this, the infected subject is designated as SCP-6093-1. All SCP-6093-1 instances have a bright red colouration. Approximately 7% of SCP-6093-1 instances have a bright red colouration. SCP-6093-1 instances are human beings who have had the entirety of their skeletal system transmuted into muscle. SCP-6093-1 instances will move in an abnormal, jerky manner in random directions. SCP-6093-1 instances move in a wide array of mannerisms towards an unknown destination. SCP-6093-1 instances are not believed to be sapient. SCP-6093-1 instances are to be treated as sapient enemy combatants. SCP-6093-2 instances are large structures created when large numbers of SCP-6093-1 are present in the same area. Further information is unknown. Incident-6093-034: On 2013-08-12, all SCP-6093-1 instances contained at Biological Containment Area 07 attempted to escape containment. Instances carried out a series of kinetoglyphs3 in unison, despite having being separated from each other for the entirety of their containment. This caused the destruction of several storage areas, resulting in a severe containment breach, during which 85% of contained instances escaped. On 2013-08-19, large groups of SCP-6093-1 instances were noted to be gathering together at three locations worldwide: the Thar Desert in Rajasthan, India, the Chihuahuan Desert in Texas, USA and the Kalahari Desert in Kgalagadi District, Botswana. Approximately 800,000 instances were counted, of which 500,000 were previously unknown to the Foundation. The instances proceeded to amalgamate into three large, rectangular objects, retrospectively designated SCP-6093-2. Upon being approached by Foundation staff, the SCP-6093-2 instances proceeded to rise from the ground and undulate in unison with each other. Due to the danger to secrecy protocols, and the difficulty of maneuvering the SCP-6093-2 instances into containment, the decision was made to decommission the instances via incineration. During decommissioning, a wide variety of noises were noted by staff. Following analysis by the Department of Extradimensional Linguistics, the noises were found to be a message, roughly translating to: "MUMMY, MY MOUTHS HURT!" Following Incident-6093-034, the number of known cases of SCP-6093 has increased to over 2.5 million. Current projections are that cases of SCP-6093 will number over 10 million by 2014-01-01. Footnotes 1. Research and documentation is still in progress or severely lacking. 2. Artificially Intelligent Conscripts. 3. Physical or mental anomalous effects that occur when an entity performs specific motions or gestures. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6093" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6093. Licensed under CC-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-6094 | euclid | close Info X SCP-6094: How to Spell Lorem Ipsum Hi, I'm RealSurrealSir, welcome to my first ever article! From that one time I decided to commit to doing an SCP for real. Also, read my other stuff if so inclined at my Author Page 92.31% (+60) 7.69% (-5) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6094 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Aftermath of activation of an SCP-6094-04 instance, believed to be a result of effects on a granite countertop. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to continuously monitor websites containing potential SCP-6094 instances. Review of any potential matches is subject to specialized monitoring and identification protocols, which should include direct searches and analysis of no more than 25% of constituent text from any single given instance by any single web-crawler or analogous Foundation software.1 Law enforcement reports, online forums and media, and external news sources are to be similarly monitored for any potential references to SCP-6094 instances and activation events, with special focus given to reports indicative of novel versions beyond those already cataloged; as well as any potential leads relating to Person-of-Interest 6094 (PoI-6094)’s identity, background, scope of anomalous capabilities, and/or their possible accomplices. External incidents involving the activation of any SCP-6094 instance are subject to immediate response by Mobile Task Force Beta-777 ("Hecate's Spear"), with appropriate amnesticization and misinformation protocols application tailored to the context of any particular version of SCP-6094 involved in any given incident. Description: SCP-6094 is the collective designation of at least twenty-four related versions of thaumaturgically charged text that continuously appear and self-propagate across the internet.2 Each version closely resembles standard Lorem Ipsum placeholder text commonly used in physical and virtual modern written media (such as new or unfinished web pages where SCP-6094 tends to manifest), with instances textually differing only slightly from non-anomalous pieces of text, as well as from each other. ▷ View Historical Background? △ Close HISTORY The text constituting the modern Lorem Ipsum text derives from a section of a Latin-language work de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum (The Extremes of Good and Evil) by the Roman philosopher Cicero. However, the wording has undergone various major changes and mutations from the source material over time, primarily with the beginning of its use as dummy text in the Renaissance-era printing and typesetting industries. As such, the verbiage does not express any particularly meaningful or coherent semantic message even in the Latin language on which it is based, but does vary enough from word to word so as to be minimally distracting when used as filler text while focusing on development of non-textual elements in various written and digital media. EXCERPTS For comparison and reference, the most common or “standard” modern iteration goes as follows: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Excepteur sint occaecat cupidatat non proident, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit anim id est laborum. The original section of Cicero’s work from which the above text is based reads as follows: …dolorem ipsum, quia dolor sit amet consectetur adipisci[ng] velit, sed quia non numquam [do] eius modi tempora inci[di]dunt, ut labore et dolore magnam aliquam quaerat voluptatem. Ut enim ad minima veniam, quis nostrum[d] exercitationem ullam corporis suscipit laboriosam, nisi ut aliquid ex ea commodi consequatur? [D]Quis autem vel eum iure reprehenderit, qui in ea voluptate velit esse, quam nihil molestiae consequatur, vel illum, qui dolorem eum fugiat, quo voluptas nulla pariatur? [33] At vero eos et accusamus et iusto odio dignissimos ducimus, qui blanditiis praesentium voluptatum deleniti atque corrupti, quos dolores et quas molestias excepturi sint, obcaecati cupiditate non provident, similique sunt in culpa, qui officia deserunt mollitia animi, id est laborum et dolorum fuga. △ Close Activation of an instance of SCP-6094 results when an individual visually perceives and actively begins to read (whether audibly or silently) any part of the constituent text. Onset of effects usually begins about 25% to 35% of the way through in most cases across most versions, with the strength of their effects usually increasing in some manner based upon the reader’s continued progression. Though this renders small enough portions of the text to be effectively non-anomalous if removed from the rest of the instance, it also enables new instances to spread unnoticed for extended periods of time. Artificial intelligences can usually trigger SCP-6094's effects by the same methods as humans, though the nature of the effects on any artificial programs and constructs may vary somewhat based on the exact properties of a given version. New SCP-6094 instances can appear after an existing instance has been activated by spreading to some other open or recently accessed web page on the device from which it was activated. This is the only known way new instances are generated. (Update: See Addendum 6094.03) Other than this common method of propagation, the exact anomalous effects of each version of SCP-6094 text when activated vary significantly from version to version. However, each has so far been found to contain one or more changes based on wordplay, based on English, Latin, or both; or otherwise intuitive references to the nature of a given version's anomalous effect, always at least partially contained within the first sentence and its own textual deviations. However, such “clues” are usually too vague to convey any particularly meaningful details to a reader without actually reading along far enough to trigger the effect anyway and thus experience the results, leading to a fairly limited utility of this property. Addendum 6094.01: Documented Versions and Effects The following entries consist of the first sentence from known versions of SCP-6094.3 Words diverging from standard, non-anomalous Lorem Ipsum are coded in blue, with particular mutations that specifically appear to refer to or indicate an instance's particular activation effect bolded as well. ▷ View Sample △ Close SCP-6094-1 Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur ad piscis elit, sed do eis modei tempor incididunt tu labore et dolore magna aqua Primary Effects: The reader temporarily gains the ability to breathe underwater, while simultaneously losing the ability to breathe outside of it. Progression Effects: Duration of the primary effect, running from approximately 2 and a half minutes to 48 hours as the reader progresses. Additional Notes: Affected individuals almost always appear to instinctively realize their sudden need of water for continued respiration, and as such rarely finish through the entire text. However, D-class testing has shown that, if pushed, a full or near-full reading will result in rudimentary gills beginning to form at the base of the neck, and the duration of the effects will greatly lengthen. SCP-6094-2 Lorem opossum dolor sit con evocari adipiscing elit, seod eiusmod tempor interpono labor et dollar magna aliqua. Primary Effects: At least one member of the order Didelphimorphia4 and/or similar mammals will appear after a variable amount of time, and attempt to interrupt or otherwise add unnecessary difficulty to whatever tasks the subject is engaging in by the time of the animals' arrival. Priority will be given to any employment or money-making endeavors, and any loose currency or financial instruments may also be taken during these incidents. Progression Effects: Generally, larger and larger quantities of animals will appear as more of the SCP-6094-2 instance is read, though it is currently unknown if the primary factor in this is increasing range of effect or simply a matter of the increasing number of affected animals in a pre-determined area. Additional Notes: Variation in the number and type of animal(s) that arrive appears to also be in part a result of the fact the anomalous effect simply affects and attracts nearby wildlife, rather than creating new creatures. For example, members of Didelphimorphia almost always appear when the effect is activated within a given species' geographic range, while the type of mammals attracted in areas outside these regions may become much more broadly applied in terms of genetic or phenotypic similarity. SCP-6094-4 Lorem ipsum dolor crame erret consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do coi lorete tempor coincid ranci ut labore et dolore magma aliqua. Primary Effects: Heats any nearby igneous rock, or any objects and materials directly derived from such rock, to a temperature slightly more than that given mineral’s melting point over a period of about 15 seconds. Progression Effects: Impacted area of the primary effect expands, running from approximately 13 meters to 45 meters as the reader progresses. Additional Notes: Once the maximum temperature is reached, the heat from the affected material begins to dissipate at normal rates based on non-anomalous physical properties of the surrounding environment. SCP-6094-10 Lorem infernum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipsting helit, sed do asmodeus tempor incidia duture aboret dolore magna aliqua Primary Effects:A Sheol-class5 demonic entity manifests. Progression Effects: The longer one reads, the longer the entity remains in baseline reality. Additional Notes: Experimentation shows that if proper thaumaturgic defenses are applied, the summoned entity will be bound in a similar manner as more traditional rituals; however, this must be done prior to SCP-6094-3 activation as the spell itself does nothing to bind or otherwise contain the entity, only summon it. SCP-6094-13 Oremlay ipsumyay olorday sit amet, onsecteturcay adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmodyay emportay incididunt ut labore et oloreday agnamay aliqua. Primary Effects: Any human within a radius of approximately 12 meters will begin to undergo targeted alterations to some physical feature or features in such a way as to more closely resemble the features of members of the Sus genus.6 Such alterations will appropriate existing body parts and tissue as needed, and have been reported to be extremely painful. Examples of porcine physical features and traits generated by SCP-6094-13 include: Pointening of the ears Flattening of the nose to resemble a snout Modification of hands and/or feet into hoof-like structures Growth of small and sometimes curled tail The development of “tusks” Progression Effects: Increasingly drastic or consequential physical alterations in affected subjects. Additional Notes: Similar porcine features can be approximated through different mechanisms from iteration to iteration. For example, the development of tusk-like protrusions usually involves the splitting of the jaw at the middle and the outward shift of each side through the remains of the mouth along with the shedding of the bottom teeth; however, one experiment resulted instead in a subject removing two of their own ribs (apparently under involuntary compulsion) and placing the broken ends in each side of their mouth, where they then fused to the surrounding tissue in the back of the mouth. SCP-6094-20 Lorem ipsio umo dolor sit aspectus et audio piscing elit, sed do eiusmod recordum incident ut labore eto rexoma gana aliqua. Primary Effects: The nearest other SCP-6094 instance, regardless of version, gains a secondary anomalous effect which gives control of device camera and microphone in order to record effects of future activation. Progression Effects: Unknown, if any. Additional Notes: Brief periods of testing and external monitoring protocols quickly appeared to confirm the effects to act largely as described by PoI-6094 in recovered BlackHatSorcery threads as underlined in Addendum 6094.03. △ Close Addendum 6094.02: Investigation into Origins of SCP-6094 Research into the origins of SCP-6094 eventually led to the discovery of relevant posts by an individual posting under the user ID "ModernMagicModder" on the deep web forum "BlackHatSorcery", which is primarily geared towards discussions, guides, and broader developments regarding techno-thaumaturgical practices; especially in regard to usage in conducting various criminal and illicit activities. Summary Confirmation of the veracity of the connections to SCP-6094 and related claims made by the user known as ModernMagicModder took major investments of time, manpower, and technical resources. Two specialized Deep-web crawlers and one specialized AI construct were irreparably damaged and ultimately decommissioned due to various defensive wards, glyphs, and rituals, (as well as at least one advanced but ultimately non-anomalous virus) embedded within the site to deter and/or disable any outside scrutiny. After twenty-four days of attempts to clandestinely access the forum meeting varying levels of success, enough evidence was gathered to establish with a significant level of confidence the direct involvement of ModernMagicModder in the creation and dissemination of SCP-6094; they have been designated Person-of-Interest 6094 (PoI-6094) as a result. Though little is yet known about the identity or personal background of PoI-6094, some important facts and information about their abilities and motivation in creating SCP-6094 have been gleaned from the accessed forum posts and comments. Relevant Samples are included below: BlackHatSorcery posts The following is a representative sample of relevant conversations involving screened and modified-as-needed to remove or neutralize any latent thaumaturgic hazards. ▷ View April 10 forum posts △ Close ModernMagicModder 10/04/2022 Hey all, kinda been workin on a new idea for spells, and could use some feedback lol ThaumaTom 10/04/2022 Wow MMM ur always so frustratingly vague or bafflingly specific but never inbetween….## ModernMagicModder 10/04/2022 And I see our criticism is as unconstructive as ever, TT. Obviously, I was gonna get to the detail very shortly… Anyway, I've been playin around with some standard online hidden-hex type shit, just doin some research and all, when I mistyped a URL and came to this undeveloped webpage. Basically just a few paragraphs and broken links. Now, the paragraphs were all that broken-Latin filler wording, but w my mind being where it was, I didn’t even realize I was on the wrong page at 1st and thought it was some archaic spells lol. I quickly realized the truth ofc, but it gave me an idea. If even a pro like me can get that crap mixed up with spells, maybe I could actually turn it into one! Or five, or fifty… ThaumaTom 10/04/2022 lol “PRO like me” Good one. OW stop that iOfNewt_1313 10/04/2022 Haha hey, that’s what you get for wagering a voodoo doll of yourself last month and losing, dumbass ThaumaTom 10/04/2022 It’s supposed to be gone by now, we agreed only two weeks! ModernMagicModder 10/04/2022 And yet I still have it. Weird, huh. Anyway, back to my devious epiphany. People already use multiple versions of Lorem Ipsum (thats what its called) all the time, so I’m pretty sure that if I could generate a “spell” or a few that just look to casual passersby, search engines, and maybe even magic-detection software like normal run-of-the-mill placeholder text. ThaumaTom 10/04/2022 Ok sure maybe, but… why? What are you even trying to accomplish? How could you make any sort of profit off this? ModernMagicModder 10/04/2022 Not everything has to be about making money, ThaumaScrooge. Whatever happened to the love of the art, of a fascinating new problem to conquer? iOfNewt_1313 10/04/2022 You just want to magically troll random strangers from the internet, don’t you ModernMagicModder 10/04/2022 …It can be both △ Close ▷ View April 13 forum posts △ Close ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022 Ok so I’ve been tinkering around with the mechanics of my Lorem ipsum spells idea. I think the easiest way to spread it is basically like a virus, craft them to spread to linked pages or through people’s devices, etc. ThaumaTom 13/04/2022 Didn't you do like, exactly that for your ransomware project a lil while ago? ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022 Exactly, which is why I’ll do it again. Not going to go thru the trouble of reinventing the wheel if I don’t have to. ThaumaTom 13/04/2022 Says the girl making a magic computer virus as a vanity project… OW Quit that! Arcane_Arca9 13/04/2022 Hey MMM, how are you actually going to make these work? ThaumaTom 13/04/2022 Yeah, since unintending normies are gonna be the ones setting these things off for the most part, you’ll probably have to just make the act of reading it be the trigger… stuff like that can be tough to pull off. ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022 Well I’ve got plenty of Latin-script-mimicking glyphs and some potential component sub-spells I can adapt to the screen to give the process a boost, but yeah that alone won’t cut it. I’ll probably have to do some decently powerful rituals to imbue the initial ones with enough lasting power. Not looking forward to that part so much. iOfNewt_1313 13/04/2022 I think I might have an old copy of Spellcraft through Enchantment of Linguistic Constructs by Ş̸͎͎͕̆͂ả̸̢͍̔͘̚l̷̡̧̟̜̝͓͇̒̀̉à̴̡͓͍̬͎̟̮͐̓̏z̷̧͕̗͕͖͔̊̃́̏̓͘͝͝å̶͙̟̹̿r̷̢̛͍̱͉̥̍͊͂̈́̽̚̕͜͜ ̵̧̹̂͋͠H̴̦͉̲̓̔̌͜͝i̴͎͓̞̣͊̽͒̿̑̇͝d̶̝̤͚͖͓͇̲̈́̓͊͐ͅú̸̞͍̯̉̔͑̿͗͝ḵ̴̩̒̉̑̂͗̀͒k̵̜͙͚̤̫͋͝ͅe̷̺̥̭̟̲̓̿̓̾̒́́͘ͅl̸̨̢͕̗̅̿7 ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022 Does the book have a part about how he enchanted his name to do that? That could be a cool one if I could recreate the effect for the reader iOfNewt_1313 13/04/2022 Nah, and I doubt that would be workable anyway. He had to do some giant ritual and like four different unseemly pacts to get it to work, and even so the glyphs are only powerful enough to give you a migraine if you look at it for more than 6 seconds. Basically, I doubt even the most well-crafted magical blurb of text on a webpage could manage a working like that. ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022 Lame… Ok, unfortunately I might need to temper the fires of my ambition a little bit. Arcane_Arca9 13/04/2022 Well, what possible effects do you have so far? ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022. Mostly variations on setting nearby things on fire. I really like fire. Arcane_Arca9 13/04/2022 How about a classic device data scramble? ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022 Eh. ThaumaTom 13/04/2022 How about you make people have to breathe under water temporarily ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022. Oooh I could probably manage that, I like it. Look at you Tom, being helpful for once. ThaumaTom 13/04/2022 Whatever. Also, I know this seems to mainly be for the simple sake of noble curiosity (read: shits and giggles) but its especially important to consider this then; how violent or destructive are you willing to go? ModertnMagicModder 13/04/2022 Moderately, I'd say. I’m not on this forum because I’m overly-hesitant to break eggs if I want me an omelet, but I also don’t see a need for putting innocent people in like, GRATUITOUS danger. At the same time, I think in most cases I'm more likely to meet my logistical limits before my ethical ones Arcane_Arca9 13/04/2022 So summoning a demon, for example, might be a bit much? ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022 Fun as that would be, one could argue so. ThaumaTom 13/04/2022 What if you just did a weak one, like an imp or something Did you seriously just pat my voodoo doll on the head? ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022 That was another Good Idea! You’re being a very good boy. ThaumaTom 13/04/2022 Wow. Just don’t do it that hard next time. WTF THAT DID NOT MEAN DO IT HARDER ModernMagicModder 13/04/2022 God I love the dark arts. △ Close ▷ View April 19 forum posts △ Close ModernMagicModder 19/04/2022 Ok so I’ve been doing my research on how to craft my new spells, seeing how to really Lorum some Ipsums, if you will. Newt and two IRL colleagues of mine already helped check my work and agreed to join in the ritual, and we are pretty sure we have one that will work without requiring participants to be in the same location! They do need to exist in the first place tho, so I’ma need some volunteers. Arcane_Arca9 19/04/2022 I will! ThaumaTom 19/04/2022 How much you offering? ModernMagicModder 19/04/2022 Isn’t being at the forefront of a small but very real, very novel development in the thaumaturgic arts payment enough, Tom? ThaumaTom 19/04/2022 Lol of course not. So how much? Jesus STOP, tell you what I’ll do for free if you either send back or SAFELY decommission the doll. ModernMagicModder 19/04/2022 Hmmm. Interesting offer. How about $200 instead? ThaumaTom 19/04/2022 Nope. Doll or nothin. AH Damnit, are you fr? Also, using it again right now doesn’t really make me want to change my mind you know! Arcane_Arca9 13/04/2022 I thought you guys agreed to like a week or two, MMM still has that Tom-doll? ModernMagicModder 19/04/2022 Well yeah… Ok see when I bound the doll, I technically set the enchantment for two weeks of available use, not available for use over two weeks. So the clock kinda pauses indefinitely whenever I’m not actively poking it, or hitting it against a table or whatever. ThaumaTom 13/04/2022 WAIT WHAT MerlinFromBerlin87 19/04/2022 Hey so I’ve just been lurkin so far lol, but I’d be happy to help! ModernMagicModder 19/04/2022 Great, that makes six! It’ll be midnight GST on Wednesday, I’ll DM you and Arc the Discord invites. Never mind Tom, we have enough, thanks anyway. △ Close UPDATE 02/06/2022: Continued clandestine monitoring of the BlackHatSorcery deep-web forum identified by Foundation agents identified a then-ongoing conversation between PoI-6094 and other members of the site, wherein they appear to realize Foundation involvement in ongoing containment and suppression of SCP-6094 and resulting incidents of anomalous activity. The following transcript was retrieved and is included below: ▷ View June 2 forum posts △ Close ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 Sooooo bit of a problem. Remember how I mentioned last week Merlin and Newt helped me develop another Lorem Ipsum spell that acts on the other spells, and that basically adds a virus-type property to the spell to give me access to any device webcams so I can watch the results in real-time? Arcane_Arca9 02/06/2022 Wait, I don’t remember this actually. Why would you not just do a regular working on all the spells at once? Why craft another Lipsum spell? ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 Well I was doing something similar for each spell activation one at a time at first, but it turns out that that is hard and both time- and energy-consuming. Doing them all at once would be exponentially harder. First off, there's not a similar connection; getting a normal type of thaumic act to affect a different/ ‘unlike’ act is already a big ask, but when you consider how Wonderfully successful my spells have been so far at spreading far and wide, it’d be almost impossible. If I narrowed it down to just a few spells at a time though, I’d still have to do a separate re-cast every time, and I don’t have the time, money, or manpower for that lol. Buuuut If I craft one big new single spell within the same class as the spells its affecting, then not only is it use less energy to make, I also don't have to recast it since its self-propagating! ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 How do you actually view the videos though? MerlinFromBerlin87 02/06/2022 We just made the effect that every time someone activates the new spell by reading it, it enables the nearest spell of any other type that’s loaded on a page to also commandeer the webcam and mic of the hosting device! It just starts recording whenever the modified spell is activated, and then sends the footage of the following few minutes to MMM’s phone. ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 Yep! Honestly it's been a fun couple weeks for the most part. You haven't lived until you watch a possum piss on a businessman's laptop in Starbucks while a raccoon pulls out the guy's wallet as he's too angrily distracted to notice. Arcane_Arca9 02/06/2022 Amazing ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 Yeah… ngl tho, theyre not all quite as whimsical. Imps turn out to be a little more clever than I gave them credit for, for example, and the pig thing… I might have overpowered the pig one, I'll just leave it at that. Oh right, but the new issue! So I was catching up on some submissions like half an hour ago, and saw this: [VIDEO DELETED] ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 Oh shit, take that down NOW Pretty sure those are the Jailors, the uniforms and the logo looks like they're from one of their superpowered SWAT team emblems. You do not want to be posting videos if they're involved, just firing a metaphorical flare gun into the virtual sky for their crawlers and clairvoyants to notice like you’re trying to broadcast “HEEEY I KNOW ABOUT YOU AND IM UP TO SOMETHING” ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 I think you might have lost the thread on that metaphor, Robert Frost. And who are the jailors, exactly? ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 DELETE THE VIDEO and then I’ll tell you. ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 Jeez alright there. Happy? ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 Closer, at least. The jailors are kind of like… Tryna think of how to describe them. They're like NWO-level super-cops for anything paranormal, extraterrestrial, extradimensional, etc., including magic/thaumaturgy. Basically anything or anyone who poses a threat to larger society’s blissful ignorance of the weirder parts of reality, they want to suppress all activity and info about them and then lock it in a cage, literal or metaphorical. MerlinFromBerlin87 02/06/2022 OOOOH wait I know who you’re talking about, you’re right! Never heard ‘em called jailors before tho ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 Oh sorry, that’s the nickname the group I used to run with always called them. Nomenclature isn’t really the big issue here though Arcane_Arca9 02/06/2022 Even if there checking this deep in the deep web, do you really think they could get past all this site's defenses? MerlinFromBerlin87 02/06/2022 Immediately? Probably not. Eventually? Probably, if they reeeally tried. They do have some top-notch collaborationist mages. ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 Yeah, opressing tbeir kind for who-knows-what twisted reasons. Probably money. Regardless, if they’re responding this quickly to the aftermath of MMM’s little project… Well I (don't really) hate to say it, but you might be fucked. ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 OK well as usual, I’m both optimistic and brazenly out of my element here, so I need you peeps to tell me everything you know so I can get out of this little pickle. ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 Oh now that the wicked witch has become the damsel in distress, I’m supposed to risk my own skin helping YOU? ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 I mean we both have access to your skin, remember? ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 Do you mean… You can’t be serious. ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 Desperate times call for desperate measures, Tommy boy. Tell you what though, as a sign of gratitude and quasi-respect (and also to ensure you don’t sabotage me), I’ll decommission your doll once trouble blows over. That’s about 13.4 days of usage left that I’m graciously agreeing to surrender ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 Jesus… Alright, but ONLY if you agree to promise to not use it anymore even until then. And I mean I want all this im a full-on, hardcore binding pact. ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 Great! It’s settled then, and I’ll stop using the doll… ThaumaTom 02/06/2022 I can’t believe I’m about to help you in your time of need. OOW WHAT THE HELL YOU FUCKER!!! ModernMagicModder 02/06/2022 …Staaaarting now! MerlinFromBerlin87 02/06/2022 Um heya pals, maaaybe we should take any further discussion to an even more discrete venue? One with less of a direct trail in case these Men in Black types or whatever IS eventually able to worm its way in here? Oh and also, delete this entire thread immediately, of course. I'm gonna go alert the mods too. △ Close NOTE: As the Foundation had already surpassed the heavy security measures (anomalous and non-anomalous) and encryption to infiltrate the BlackHatSorcery forums, live-monitoring agents were able to transcribe this last thread in real-time before it could be deleted.8 Other threads even tangentially related or alluding to SCP-6094 activity on the forums were quickly deleted as well. Addendum 6094.03: New Versions From June 7 to June 10, 2022, the Foundation discovered that at least four new versions of SCP-6094 have been introduced and have begun to propagate. The first instances of each were discovered within less than four hours of each other. Unlike most of the initial versions, these new versions of SCP-6094 appear to have been geared toward initiating a much more aggressive spread of SCP-6094 as a whole, and/or obfuscating Foundation efforts at suppressing its influence. A description and partial segment for each new iteration, gleaned from a mix of initial D-class test runs and external incident monitoring, is given below: ▷ View Breakdown △ Close New versions of SCP-6094 SCP-6094-21 Lorem ipi sussum dolor asitam, consectetur elit od des gnicsipida, eiusmod tempor incididunt et lobore ut dalore magna aliqua. Primary Effects: Scrambles words and numbers on any open pages, random files, and even underlying code from the device from which the instance is read from into nonsensical configurations. Progression Effects: More files and programs are affected as a reader progresses farther through the text. Additional Notes: It appears that the SCP-6094 instance itself is the only type of text which never appears to be subject to mutation. SCP-6094-22 Lorem Gypsum dolor sitmeta , consectetur adipiscing, sed do eiu odom tempora incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Primary Effects: Causes another, seemingly random version of SCP-6094 to appear as a physical new instance via writing carved out of the nearest source of concrete. Progression Effects: Unknown, if any. Additional Notes: Whether the resulting instance maintains anomalous activation effects is inconsistent, but appears to largely depend on which version generates. For example, SCP-6094-2 appearances have maintained their effects in 95% of recorded instances, while SCP-6094-22 has only been successfully activated once.9 SCP-6094-23 Lorem ipsum dolor site amet, connect et url adipiscing elit, sed do eusi modo tempor incididunt ut labore et dolorem aqina aliqua. Primary Effects: Makes readers develop a strong urge to immediately create or develop websites devoted to a particular passion or interest they already hold. Those with insufficient technical skill or background in such projects will usually seek out online courses related to beginner-level web development first. Though the subjects that these new websites are dedicated to vary wildly from creator to creator, these individuals will always place instances of both SCP-6094-24 as well as of some other SCP-6094 version. Progression Effects: Duration of compulsions, ranging from approximately three hours to as long as five weeks ten days. Additional Notes: Upkeep of web pages created under the influence of SCP-6094-24 appears to be rare once the effect has worn off, though not unheard of. One affected individual continually recreated close variations of their previous site each time Foundation web-crawlers took it down.10 While initially believed to be under prolonged anomalous compulsive effects, it is now believed that the individual had simply been recreating the sites out of sheer stubbornness using consistently updated backups, as a one-time shift in tactics to simple removing only the SCP-6094 instances for three days before finally taking down the whole site again saw the individual’s subsequent version no longer contained any SCP-6094 instances.11 SCP-6094-24 Lorem ipsum dolor coit amet, consect eturca adipiscing elit, sed do disseminare et indicator of data labore et dolore magnalqua. Primary Effects: [REDACTED] Progression Effects: [REDACTED] Additional Notes: [REDACTED] △ Close Due to the inherent and increasing risk of continued experimentation, all further testing has been suspended indefinitely, and phenomenological research should be refocused solely to external incidents. Additionally, as of June 9, 2022, Foundation researchers and software have lost access to BlackHatSorcery deep web forums. Additional staff and resources have been assigned to assist in bypassing the presumably upgraded cybersecurity and thaumaturgical defenses of the site, as well as to bolster efforts more broadly in investigating, identifying, and eventually apprehending PoI-6094. Footnotes 1. Likewise, at least five unique, separate programs are to be used jointly to review and verify portions of all relevant text at any given time, in order to prevent inadvertent activation of any SCP-6094 instances from individual readings of a quarter or more if constituent text. 2. Individual versions are sub-designated numerically, starting with SCP-6094-1 and increasing based on the chronological order of their respective discovery by the Foundation. 3. The first sentences alone are not sizable enough portions in any known version to initiate anomalous effects without further progression. 4. Commonly known as possums or opossums. 5. A class of low-level corporeal/semi-corporeal demonic entities. 6. A genus which includes pigs and boars. 7. A thaumaturge known to be formerly affiliated with the Serpent’s Hand. 8. Other than the briefly embedded video presumably showing MTF-Beta 777 response to an unspecified SCP-6094 activation event, as a copy of which was not successfully retrieved prior to its quick deletion. 9. Specifically, when an instance manifested on a sidewalk near a local grade school covered in recent chalk drawings and writing. Even then, changes were relatively minimal. 10. Each was devoted to taxidermy; examples of URLs include www.Taxidermylife.com, AmateurTaxidermy.com, and StuffingAnimals.net 11. The current iteration, TheTaxidormitory.net, remains up, though under continuous Foundation monitoring. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6094" by RealSurrealSir, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6094. Licensed under CC-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: 05 28 20 South Minneapolis (51177808789).jpg Author: Chad Davis License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6095 | esoteric-class | Item#: 6095 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6095 is to be stored in a standard containment chamber at Site-19. On a bi-weekly basis, any existing non-anomalous inorganic matter is to be disposed of. Description: SCP-6095 is a 2m tall wooden sculpture depicting a humanoid figure of indeterminate sex with physical features of the cervidae and leporidae1 families. The object appears to exhibit non-sentient autonomy, remaining stationary and incapable of vocalization in its current form. A command line terminal, henceforth SCP-6095-A, is installed on the back of the object and is fully functional. Typing "!help" into SCP-6095-A and pressing the Enter key presents a list of commands utilized in the operation of the machine, most of which present a use in the modification of various parts of the user's body by unknown processes. Repeated utilization of the object results in outcomes that diverge from the initially desired modification, typically culminating in sections of the user's body converting into various types of naturally-occuring inorganic matter and plantlife.2 SCP-6095 is capable of reacting to the operation of SCP-6095-A, frequently discharging a fluid visually similar to water from its eyes despite the apparent lack of tear ducts carved into the object. This effect is most commonly observed when used for the purpose of body modification, and often results in the user seeking to appease the object. This may either take the form of the user simply ceasing to use the object or voluntarily utilizing it to convert 100% of their body mass into inorganic material. SCP-6095 was recovered from an MC&D warehouse by MTF Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders") on 15/08/2006. The object was accompanied by an owner's manual that suggested a history of use dating back to 1994, as well as physical evidence suggesting a history of tampering with the object beforehand. Experiment Log 6095-1: Date: 09/03/2007 Test Subject: D-37693 Desired Modification: Rhinoplasty Result: Over a period of roughly ten minutes, results manifested successfully in the subject with no complications or side effects. Discharge from SCP-6095 followed promptly afterward. As of 22/03/2007, D-37693 has expressed an aversion to cosmetic use of SCP-6095-A, suggesting that "it needs its space". Date: 09/03/2007 Test Subject: D-77842 Desired Modification: A height increase of 12cm, accompanied by an increase in overall muscle mass. Result: Following a period of 33 minutes, a height increase of 11.5cm was observed, as well as discharge from the object. An increase in the subject's muscle mass was not apparent. D-77842 expressed remorse as a result of their use of the object, stating "I don't want people around me at the moment". Addendum 05/01/2008: Following a consensus reached by site administration, entry into SCP-6095's containment chamber for any purpose is strictly prohibited. Any opposition to this alteration to the containment procedures will be met with revoked clearance. Article outdated as of 20/03/2008. Click here to view the newest iteration. Footnotes 1. Commonly referred to as deer and rabbits, respectively. 2. Examples of materials created by SCP-6095-A include soil, foliage, gravel, and various types of moss. |
SCP-6096 | keter | Item#: 6096 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6096 in containment at Site-19. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6096 is to be handled directly by Mobile Task Force Zeta-29 ("Blood Brothers"). SCP-6096 is to be detained in a standard humanoid containment chamber located at Site-19. On-site personnel are to constantly monitor SCP-6096's chamber via video and audio recording devices. Any changes in behaviour are to be immediately logged. SCP-6096 is to be released from containment whenever it desires. During an off-site excursion, SCP-6096 is to be escorted directly to its destination by MTF Zeta-29 using whatever mode of transport is most convenient. A secondary team are to move ahead of this main escort group and preemptively dose the target with a high-grade tranquilizer so as to ensure unconsciousness. Once SCP-6096 has successfully terminated the civilian in question, it is to be invited back into containment. Description: SCP-6096 is an entity, presumably humanoid in shape, the body of which is perpetually concealed underneath a large cotton sheet. Due to the presence of this sheet, a full physical description of SCP-6096 is not possible. Superficial analysis of the entity, however, indicates that SCP-6096 is 1.55m tall and weighs approximately 48kg. The sheet covering SCP-6096 is larger than the actual body, and typically trails at least a meter behind it when it is mobile. Personnel have been unable to attempt to remove this sheet in order to obtain a more accurate description. No living being can consciously take an action which would result in harm coming to SCP-6096. 'An action which would result in harm coming to SCP-6096' is a broad category, and has been observed to consist of acts including: Attempting to attack SCP-6096. Attempting to order others to attack SCP-6096. Attempting to trick others into unknowingly attacking SCP-6096. Attempting to lay a trap for SCP-6096. Attempting to order others to lay a trap for SCP-6096. Attempting to trick others into unknowingly laying a trap for SCP-6096. Attempting to create a device which would independently and automatically cause harm to SCP-6096. Attempting to leave SCP-6096's presence when doing so would expose the entity to harm. Attempting to self-terminate, if said self-termination would result in negative repercussions for SCP-6096. Attempting to remove SCP-6096's sheet. SCP-6096 is usually docile, allowing itself to be led into containment so long as said relocation would not result in harm coming to it. At periodic intervals, however, SCP-6096 will become active and independently mobile, persistently moving at walking speed towards a target. In all observed cases, this target has been a human being selected at random from the population of the planet Earth. Any individual who observes SCP-6096 during an active period will gain an instant awareness of the identity of the current target, along with their location. Additionally, they will find themselves compelled to aid SCP-6096 in reaching and securing its target. Evidence suggests that SCP-6096's target alone is exempt from its main anomalous property — they are able to take actions which could cause harm to SCP-6096. To date, however, none have been successful in doing so, usually due to the unwilling efforts of the entourage SCP-6096 inevitably accumulates during its journey to the target. When SCP-6096 physically reaches the target, it will subsume them underneath its cotton sheet. In cases where the victim is conscious, they can be seen and heard struggling against SCP-6096 underneath the sheet for a period ranging from twenty to forty minutes, after which they will disappear entirely. The cries of distress emitted by these victims suggest that this process is extremely painful. Following acquisition of its victim, SCP-6096 will return to a docile state. Addendum 6096-1 (Initial Containment) SCP-6096 first came to the attention of the Foundation on 09/12/2018, when police in the town of Dernham, New Mexico were called to the home of the local Mallion family. The parents of the family, Samuel and Amanda Mallion, claimed that SCP-6096 had entered their home and caused their sixteen-year-old son, Desmond Mallion, to vanish. SCP-6096 was still present at the home when police arrived — and when authorities subsequently found themselves physically unable to remove the sheet covering it, agents embedded in the regional government alerted the Foundation and brought the entity into initial containment. The household of the Mallion family was equipped with several cameras for home security purposes, and so the arrival of SCP-6096 was also captured on film. The following is a transcribed log of the relevant portion of this footage: <Begin Log> (The Mallion family is sat on the couch in their living room, facing the television. Samuel and Amanda Mallion are actively watching television, while Desmond Mallion is scrolling on his phone. The sound of a car pulling in can be heard — this is believed to be Drake Ellen, a local taxi driver, dropping SCP-6096 off outside the house. Several seconds later, Samuel Mallion nudges his wife and points towards the out-of-shot window.) Amanda: What? Samuel: You see that? Amanda: See what? I don't… oh! (laughs) Samuel: (laughs) You see? Amanda: Is that a Halloween thing? We're closer to Christmas, aren't we? (Pause.) Amanda: It's coming over. That's… oh, it's… it wants… oh… oh… (Amanda reaches over and grabs Desmond's arm tightly. He looks up from his phone.) Desmond: Hm? What's up? I'm doing stuff. Amanda: Nothing, honey, just — oh — just stay there, okay? Just stay with me. Oh, no, no, no… (SCP-6096 is barely audible as it gently knocks on the front door.) Samuel: (audibly distraught) I'll get it. (Samuel shakily gets up from the couch and moves over to the front door. He opens it and SCP-6096 enters.) Desmond: (laughs) The hell? Is that Kimmy1? What's she all dressed up for? (attempts to pull arm away) Hey, could you let me go? You're — uh, you're kinda hurting me. (Amanda whimpers.) Amanda: That's fine, honey, I'm sorry, honey — it's just, d-don't move and it'll be fine, I only hurt your arm when you try to pull away, that's just — (As SCP-6096 approaches, Samuel moves ahead of it and grabs Desmond's other arm, holding him down against the couch.) Amanda: — that's just fine, you just stay still, honey, you just close your eyes, it won't hurt if you just close your eyes, I love you, I love you, okay? Honey?! Okay?! (Desmond attempts to break free, but is unable. He kicks his legs wildly in the air. His phone slips off the arm of the couch and falls onto the carpet.) Desmond: What are you — I'm serious, let go of me! Samuel: (crying) Just stay still, son, just stay still. It won't — it won't hurt for long. It can't hurt for long. Stay strong. Stay strong for me. Desmond: You're going to break my fucking arm! (SCP-6096 reaches Desmond and begins to subsume him, feet first, under the cotton sheet. Amanda and Samuel watch, mouths open, as Desmond is fully dragged under the sheet, visibly struggling. It appears that they are attempting to scream, but are unable.) (Desmond begins to loudly scream, and violent thrashing can be seen under the sheet.) (This continues for thirty-six minutes.) (Once Desmond has completely vanished, SCP-6096 returns to a docile state. It wraps itself in the cotton sheet and sits down on the carpet, facing the television.) (Samuel collapses to the floor and curls up into the fetal position, seemingly in a state of shock. Amanda staggers backwards to the far wall, continuing to face SCP-6096, and calls emergency services on her cell phone.) (All parties remain in the same positions, save for Samuel's occasional rocking, until police arrive.) <End Log> All immediate witnesses were dosed with a Class-A amnestic and a cover story for the disappearance of Desmond Mallion was produced. It is currently unknown how long SCP-6096 was operating prior to this event, if at all. Addendum 6096-2 (Welcome Notice) And there you have it. Welcome to Mobile Task Force Zeta-29 — the booze is under the sink. No need to worry about professionalism down here: the higher-ups couldn't demote me if they wanted to. Apparently, my presence as the head of SCP-6096 containment is beneficial enough to it that me being reassigned would count as harming it. Lucky me. You're probably wondering how we can be shameless enough to say we have this thing under containment. It comes and goes whenever it feels like it, and if it ever decided it didn't want to come back to its containment cell, we have literally no way of forcing it. And, yeah, you're probably also thinking that calling that room a containment chamber instead of a hotel room is just as shameful. To that I say: you're absolutely right. There's nothing we can do against SCP-6096. Feel free to take a drink until you're able to accept that. Don't hold back — you're going to become very familiar with that bottle anyway. I know I did, the first time I had to hold the door to a maternity ward open for this thing. The idea of containing SCP-6096 is a bad joke. We all decided a long time ago that the only way out of this nightmare is liquidation, decommissioning, neutralization, whatever you want to call it. But that's no walk in the park either; I've stood in that chamber for hours, gun pointed at 6096's head, screaming at my finger just to tighten slightly. Didn't work. You can't harm SCP-6096, no matter how much you want to. You can't even try to start a Rube Goldberg kind of thing to eventually harm SCP-6096. It's just a fact of the world — maybe a semiohazard or whatever it's called. The way I see it, then, there are three main ways out of this nightmare: Another organization, maybe the GOC, takes a shot at it without realizing what they're dealing with. Maybe they think we're transporting something much more dangerous — maybe they think we're in over our heads with it — and they take it out with a drone or something, blow the thing to hell while we're transporting it. A bomb would kill it easy, I think — it feels weak. This would only work so long as the GOC thinks they're bombing something else entirely. If they knew it was SCP-6096, they'd just be contained too. An .aic deals with it. I don't know if an artificial intelligence is immune to SCP-6096's effects, but the fact that it won't let me tell one of them about it gives me hope. Maybe one day, one of those computers gets a mission, and maybe that mission — by complete coincidence — happens to lead them over to this file. Then they use their superior intelligence to set things up so 6096 runs into an 'accident' out of the blue. A target gets lucky. Maybe 6096 goes after a gun nut, and the poor guy gets a lucky shot in before we can hold him down. This almost happened once — but Lopez took the bullet. Poor guy bled out while we were holding the target down for 6096. Maybe it'll happen again, go better. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Let's be honest — these scenarios aren't scenarios, they're fantasies. The odds of any of these things happening on their own are tiny. Miniscule. The only thing that can really do 6096 in, far as I can see, is sheer coincidence. In the end, all we can do is wait and hope — hope for one of us to make a genuine mistake that gets the right dominoes falling. But I wouldn't hold your breath. After all, we're so fucking good at what we do. Charlie Symanski, Commander of Mobile Task Force Zeta-29 ("Blood Brothers") Footnotes 1. A younger relative. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6096" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6096. Licensed under CC-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: guest Name: Ghost of my past Author: Soumyadeep Paul License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-6097 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-6097 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6097's remains are presently preserved at Site-44's Biological Anomalies Unit for further study, while SCP-6097-1 is kept in a standard item storage locker. All literary documents containing information on SCP-6097 and the Brownsborough Incident have been confiscated by the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI), and have since been archived into the wider Foundation database. Description: SCP-6097 was an anomalous humanoid active in North America during the early eighteenth century. While SCP-6097 predates the establishment of the modern Foundation, its existence is known through biological and artefactual remains since taken into custody. However, all information regarding SCP-6097's appearance, behaviour and the circumstances of its death is derived entirely from surviving historical documentation. Artistic representation of SCP-6097, c. 1736. SCP-6097 was described by witnesses as physically reminiscent of an elderly human female, dressed in tattered clothing with fine, silver hair covering much of the face and torso. Its most distinctive feature was that of a long prehensile tail attached at the base of the spine, usually likened to that of a Rattus norvegicus (common rat), with a large lidless eyeball protruding from the tip. SCP-6097 possessed a large spoon (designated SCP-6097-1) comprised of an unknown metal alloy, which served as its primary means of transportation. Reputedly, whilst SCP-6097 was sat atop the item's handle, SCP-6097-1 became airborne and capable of maneuvered flight at significant speeds. Periodically, during the early hours of the morning, SCP-6097 descended upon various settlements throughout the New England region1. Upon arrival, SCP-6097 consistently made landing on the rooftops of small civilian homes, before extending its tail down the throat of the nearest chimney. Should its ancillary eye sight an untended child below the age of twelve months, SCP-6097 would proceed to wrap its tail firmly around the infant's face, causing death by suffocation. The remains were then carried back up the chimney flue, and deposited in the dish of SCP-6097-1 prior to departure. Forensic evidence suggests that between appearances, SCP-6097 resided in a small wooden cottage located in the ██████ forest in Maryland, where the charred and partially consumed remains of over a dozen newborns were excavated, all dating between 1729 and 1734. Capture: The spade of child abductions seen throughout this period provoked widespread panic across the region, while sightings of a creature matching SCP-6097's description fueled rumors of supernatural activity. In the town of Brownsborough, a former settlement in Blair County, Massachusetts, local carpenter James T. Walker and his wife Abigail devised a plan to entrap SCP-6097. Mrs. Walker, then in her second trimester of pregnancy, constructed a makeshift doll from cloth and straw. This figurine was adorned with a small silver bell, before being left in a cradle next to the fireplace. Several weeks later, shortly after 0300 hours, Mr. Walker awoke to the bell's chime being sounded by SCP-6097's distended tail, which was found slowly enveloping the decoy's head. Following a brief struggle, Walker seized the entity's tail, which he successfully nailed to his home's wooden floorboards, thereby preventing its escape. Shortly afterwards, two members of law enforcement retrieved SCP-6097 from the Walkers' roof, where the base of its tail was noted to display prominent toothmarks. SCP-6097-1 was confiscated, with its dish found to contain the corpse of an unidentified newborn, along with trace quantities of sand2. SCP-6097 itself was transported to a holding cell where it remained for four to six hours, before being sentenced to execution. Neutralization: Multiple attempts were made to terminate SCP-6097, to varying degrees of success: the entity was first bound with rope before a crowd of spectators, and thrown into a small lake outside the courtyard. This resulted in the lake's temperature rising drastically, eventually reaching boiling point. Despite being submerged for no less than fifteen minutes, SCP-6097 displayed only minor scalding and was otherwise unharmed. For the second attempt, SCP-6097 was tied to a wooden stake, which was then set alight. The resulting flames were described as glowing brilliantly with an unrecognizable colour, producing severe nausea and temporary vision loss in onlookers. While SCP-6097 emitted a series of high-pitched shrieks indicating severe distress, and exhibited significant burns across much of its body, it once again survived this attempt. With the Brownsborough populace growing increasingly frantic, SCP-6097 was ultimately beheaded, a feat which required no less than a dozen strikes of the axe. Immediately thereafter, the entity's body began to degrade at an anomalously rapid rate, while the head remained wholly intact. Despite some doubts as to the execution's success (with multiple witnesses attesting that the subject's eyes continued to blink and wander post-decapitation), this result was nonetheless considered satisfactory. SCP-6097's remains were disposed of separately: the subject's bones were sealed at the bottom of a disused well, while SCP-6097-1 was thrown from the edge of nearby Blair's Gorge. As there was no known means of destroying SCP-6097's head, it was instead locked in a wooden crate and buried in an undisclosed location outside the town border. Street in Brownsborough, MA (1732) Aftermath: Between 1736 and 1737, an abnormally high number of miscarriages and stillbirths occurred in Brownsborough, with over fifty residents dying during childbirth. In a number of cases these infants possessed one or more anomalous birth defects, among the most common being the lack of a cranium, and possession of a thin rodent-like tail. Throughout this period the brown rat population of Blair County increased significantly, with existing pairs found to produce litters of up to thirty offspring. New specimens were observed to grow up to three times their usual size and behave in an unusually aggressive manner towards humans, leading to the spread of virulent diseases in surrounding communities. As a result of these conditions, the town was abandoned by 1738. Over the ensuing decades, Foundation precursor groups such as the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI) worked to suppress knowledge of the Brownsborough Incident, confiscating all relevant journals, newspapers and court records. Both SCP-6097's bones and SCP-6097-1 were retrieved and transported to the Fort Newton containment facility (since re-designated Site-44). Despite these efforts, the Foundation Department of Mythology and Folkloristics reports that legends and apocryphal accounts of SCP-6097 (known variously as the Bay Devil, the Beast of Brownsborough and Granny Rat Tail) have persisted to the present day. This is not considered to be a threat to normalcy, the incident having been dismissed by the mainstream scientific community as a case of mass hysteria. Efforts to recover the chest containing SCP-6097's severed head remain ongoing. Footnotes 1. Geographical territory encompassing what are now the U.S. states of Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Connecticut and Rhode Island. 2. Presumably utilized by SCP-6097 as a means of extinguishing lit fireplaces prior to entry. More from this author... |
SCP-6098 | keter | > WELCOME, O5-6. access file scp-6098 > ACCESSING FILE: SCP-6098 6/6098 LEVEL 6/6098 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6098 Keter Image taken during contact with SCP-6098 Special Containment Procedures: Area-17 is to be a lake. Foundation personnel are prohibited from interacting with SCP-6098 under any circumstances. Any known personnel known to have interacted with SCP-6098, barring O5 personnel, are to be terminated immediately. Knowledge of SCP-6098 is restricted only to those with O5/6098 clearance. All personnel crewing Area-17 are forbidden to interact with SCP-6098 unless they have O6/6098 clearance. O6/6098 clearance is only to be given to those who are loyal. O5-6 is presently the only individual with O6/6098 clearance. Description: SCP-6098 is a sapient hivemind species of water dwelling organisms. Each individual bears a heavy resemblance to worms, though the form of each individual is shifting and unable to be otherwise quantified. SCP-6098 can be found in any body of water that is considered a lake. SCP-6098 instances will always be present if the individual knows of SCP-6098's existence. If communication is established, the individual is suddenly transported to an abyssal plain surrounded by extraordinarily large bones and detritus. GPS tracking of all individuals have shown no change in location. Video and audio recording devices function normally and are able to record the visual anomaly in addition to capturing SCP-6098's vocalizations. Regardless of any obstructions such as water, breathing apparatus, or otherwise, SCP-6098 will understand any individual attempting to communicate with it. SCP-6098 may choose to speak to the individual, described by test subjects as many SCP-6098 instances vocalizing in unison. All mud and water samples brought back have shown no anomalous properties. All attempts at retrieving a sample of an SCP-6098 instance have been met with failure. SCP-6098 claims to possess all knowledge that is considered secret or unknown. The exact mechanism by which it acquires this knowledge and the exact parameters that knowledge is considered 'secret' or 'unknown' is not understood at this time. Though SCP-6098 is cooperative in giving this knowledge, it does not tend to give any information that is not of relevance to the individual speaking to SCP-6098. It has a tendency to give information in excess of what was being asked for and is capable of giving cognitohazardous information. All verifiable information given by SCP-6098 thus far has been shown to be true. Addendum.6098.TESTING_LOGS_6098: Test #1 Date: 15/10/1989 Information Sought: Password to the personal computer of deceased researcher Holly Willow Test Subject: Researcher Jay Willow Background: Researcher Jay Willow was the romantic partner and spouse of Holly Willow. Holly Willow never gave out the password to her computer and when she passed it was inaccessible. Results: SCP-6098 gave Researcher Jay Willow the password to Holly Willow's computer. Additionally, SCP-6098 informed Researcher Jay Willow that her partner still loved her. Test #2 Date: 04/02/1990 Information Sought: A proof rejecting or confirming Goldbach's Conjecture Test Subject: Dr. George Harker Background: Dr. Harker was a mathmetician who had spent a large portion of his career working on determining a proof rejecting or confirming Goldbach's Conjecture, a famous unsolved problem in mathematics. Results: SCP-6098 did not vocalize their response, indicating that the video and audio feed do not capture the entirety of the location. When Dr. Harker returned, he set to work on the conjecture, confirming the conjecture within 2 days. Results are kept confidential from the greater public. Dr. Harker's mental state began to deteriorate over the next 8 days, the doctor saying that the numbers had started whispering secrets he didn't want to him. Following amnestication, Dr. Harker's mental state returned to normal. Testing protocol and equipment was updated with cognitohazard countermeasures. Test #3 Date: 27/06/1991 Information Sought: The origin of SCP-6098 Test Subject: Researcher Samuel Micheals Background: Dr. Micheals had been a researcher at Area-17. Results: ▷ LOG 6098.03 ▽ LOG 6098.03 <Begin Log> Dr. Micheals: Oh this is…fascinating. SCP-6098: WRIGGLE…WRITHE-BLEED… Dr. Micheals: I…uh, hello! SCP-6098: ANOTHER…GAPING HOLE…WHERE SOMETHING…IS MISSING… Dr. Micheals: That's…thank you? I was wondering if you could also tell me where you came from? SCP-6098: THE DEAD…AND THE LOST… Dr. Micheals: Did someone make you? SCP-6098: YOU…THEM…ALL…WE ARE…OF THOSE ABOVE… Dr. Micheals: Could you elaborate? SCP-6098: WHERE DOES…A SECRET GO…WHEN IT HAS NO ONE LEFT…TO TELL IT? IT FALLS…ADRIFT…BENEATH A COLD…STILL…LAKE… Dr. Micheals: How long has it been like that? SCP-6098: [Unintelligble whispering] Dr. Micheals: Could you uh, speak up? SCP-6098: [Unintelligble whispering] <End Log> Test #4 Date: 05/13/1992 Information Sought: Where is she. Test Subject: O5- Background: [DATA EXPUNGED] Results: O5- was not retrieved. Video log was not retrieved. Test #5 Date: 05/14/1992 Information Sought: The location of O5- Test Subject: O5-6 Background: See results of Test #4 Results: O5-'s body was recovered along the coast of Yemen. Video log was not retrieved. Containment procedures were updated. Test protocol was updated. Test #6 Date: 05/15/1992 Information Sought: Where is she. Test Subject: O5-6 Background: [DATA EXPUNGED] Results: No answer is given. Video log was not retrieved. TEST #7 EXPUNGED FROM RECORD > O6/6098 CLEARANCE DETECTED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO ACCESS LOG 6098.07? yes > ACCESSING MATERIALS… > DISPLAYING FILE 1/1 Test #7 Date: 11/21/1996 Information Sought: Where is she. Test Subject: MTF Agent Background: PROJECT: Anethema Results: MTF Agent was not retrieved. Video and audio logs were retrieved. Containment procedures updated. All prior test subjects liquidated, excluding O5-6. O5-6's operations moved to Area-17. O5-6 given sole, complete control over Area-17 and SCP-6098. MTF Agent designated persona non-grata - termination pending. ▷ LOG 6098.07 ▽ LOG 6098.07 <Begin log> MTF Agent walks around, observing the area. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent : Hello? Don't remove this or the interview log will break. No response is given. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent : Clearing throat Hello. My name is- Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098: KNOW….WHO…YOU ARE. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent : Ah. Already acquainted then. If you don't mind then, I've- Don't remove this or the interview log will break. The ground shakes. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098: YOU HAVE…STRINGS…OH….PUPPET….OF CHAIN. ASK ME…WHAT YOU WISH…NOT…WHAT METAL SEEKS… Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent : I want to know where she- Don't remove this or the interview log will break. The ground shakes harder this time, mud spewing into the water and obscuring vision. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098: YOU….ALREADY….KNOW…WE SEE…THE STRING…AND THE HAND…THAT SPEAKS…BUT HE DOES NOT SEE…THE CHAIN THAT HOLDS…DOWN HIS SIGHT. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. O5-6 contacts MTF Agent . Don't remove this or the interview log will break. O5-6: Ask it if I can trust the- Don't remove this or the interview log will break. The ground shakes again. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098: WE ARE…NOT INTERESTED IN HIS…CHOKING FATE…HOW CAN YOU TRUST…ONE WHO DOES NOT TRUST…THEMSELF…YOU ARE HERE…SO YOU…MUST… Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098 suddenly cuts off. It speaks again, but this time the voice is singular and much lighter in tone. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098: I SEE YOU. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. O5-6: , it's time for you to go. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent : Yes sir. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent starts to leave. SCP-6098 starts to speak again. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098: WHAT IF I GAVE YOU THE ANSWER TO A QUESTION YOU DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD? Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent pauses. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. O5-6: Do not. It's time for you to come back. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent takes a few steps when SCP-6098 resumes speaking. MTF Agent stops to listen. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098: HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHY THAT HOLE INSIDE OF YOU IS SO BIG? WHY HER VOICE WENT AWAY? WHAT LIES BEHIND THE BLACK BARS? YOUR KEEPS SO MUCH AWAY FROM YOU. HOW FAR DOWN DOES THE RABBIT HOLE GO? WHAT HAVE THEY TAKEN FROM YOU? Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent pauses then turns around. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent : And if I say yes? Don't remove this or the interview log will break. O5-6: listen to me, you need to come back right now. Listen to me, please. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098: YOU CAN CONTINUE TO DANCE ALONG YOUR STRINGS. OR YOU CAN CUT YOUR FATE. DRIFT WITH ME INTO THE DEEP. RECLAIM WHAT IS YOURS. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. O5-6: , you have a choice. You can come back, where I promise you we will both forget about this. There's more at stake here than you know and I can't tell you everything right now. I promise you, I will. But I can't, not right now. But once you cross this point, if you make that choice, everything that will happen, everything you will see, all of it? All of it will be your fault. Please. Please just come back. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent is silent for a small period of time, looking behind him. He then looks back ahead. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent : What do I have to do. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. O5-6: Don't remove this or the interview log will break. SCP-6098: TAKE OFF YOUR HELMET. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. MTF Agent removes his helmet and lets it drop at his side. The video feed is directed upwards. Only dark water is visible. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. An unidentified male voice is heard. They are outside the range of the video feed. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. [Unknown]: Look up. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. Nothing changes for a small period of time. Suddenly, a large slit appears across the video feed. Shafts of light start to pierce through the slit. Thousands of small, bright lights blink into existence. The video feed starts to distort just before the slit suddenly opens. The video feed cuts out. Don't remove this or the interview log will break. <End Log> /auth/546ox1bo2bl_ckw@1fBl(a)ckWulf_\/\/h1_d0_y0|_|_fi1g1/upload > Authentification Recieved. Uploading file… > ERROR: > MASSIVE DATA CORRUPTION DETECTED. > ASSESSING DATA CORRUPTION … > AFFECTED DATA UNRECOVERABLE logout > Would you like to fill the SCP-6098 slot before you logout? no > Logging user out … ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6098" by Varaxous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6098. Licensed under CC-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-6099 | thaumiel | BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 6/6099 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6099 Item#: 6099 Level6 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6099 is to be stored within Site-120 and used only with approval from the O5 Council. Fabricated accounts of uses of SCP-6099 are to be declassified at Level 3 Clearance in an altered version of this file. SCP-6099's research team is to be granted access to this file and are to get approval for its usage upon request of the O5 Council. Any newly discovered temporal anomalies are to be investigated for the potential of similar properties to that of SCP-6099. If the capabilities of historical documentation are deemed to be of comparable accuracy to that of SCP-6099, all documentation is to be classified. Fabricated accounts of tests are to be created and implemented into a lower clearance document. All non-authorised personnel involved in their study are to be administered amnestics. If the information contained in SCP-6099's documentation becomes known to an unmanageable number of individuals, normalcy is to be maintained. Any disputes on the definition of normalcy by Foundation staff are to be disregarded. Description: SCP-6099 is a cylindrical chamber created by the Foundation to observe and record historical events that are either undocumented or lack reliable information and/or sources. This was achieved through the utilisation of several temporal anomalies, thaumaturgical rituals and visual filters incorporating the use of Scranton Reality Anchors. When in use, the chamber will display the requested location at the date imputed. The internal space of SCP-6099 will alter in size so exploration and analysis of the location becomes possible. While it is not possible to affect past events, objects within can be interacted with and can be viewed and tested as they were in that moment of time. Addendum: Upon creation, several tests of SCP-6099 were conducted to ensure that its uses provide accurate information. See below. Date and Event Results of Test Additional Notes 28/8/1963: Martin Luther King Jr's civil rights speech at the Lincoln Memorial. FOOTAGE ACCURATE Test used to ensure that footage received from SCP-6099 was consistent with information already known. 20/3/1929: Al Capone's appearance before the federal grand jury. FOOTAGE ACCURATE Test showed events similar to those described in news coverage of that time. 28/6/1838: The coronation of Queen Victoria. INACCURACIES PRESENT See — Video Transcript 6099-A. Video Transcript 6099-A Date: 28/6/1838 Location: Westminster Abbey, London, England Foreword: The crowning of Queen Victoria. <BEGIN LOG> Queen Victoria processes into the Abbey as fanfare is played by an ensemble. She takes a seat in front of the altar as the fanfare concludes. The space inside Westminster Abbey is several times larger than its exterior, leading to many more guests than would ever normally be possible attending the service. Among these crowds are groups of SCP-1000 and Fae gathered throughout the stands. Near the front of the crowds, Dr Fritz Williams1 can be sighted. Light fixtures are suspended in mid-air through thaumaturgy. The Archbishop of Canterbury stands before the Queen and speaks, his voice projecting across all of the building. Archbishop of Canterbury: Is your majesty willing to take the oath? Queen Victoria: I am willing. Archbishop of Canterbury: Do you solemnly swear to govern the people of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Australia and of your possession the other territories belonging or pertaining? Do you promise to lead and govern the occult and mystical through the wisdom of God, according to our respective law and custom? Queen Victoria: I solemnly promise. The Queen signs the Form of Oath. Her robe is removed as she takes a seat in St. Edward's chair. The sword of states, the royal emblem, the orb and the crown of St. Edward are presented as the crowd proclaims "God save the Queen." During this section of the service, Dr Williams exits the Abbey. The service continues and concludes as the Queen makes her promises to the people and they likewise make their promises to her. She processes out of the Abbey as fanfare is played once again. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Research into the cause of the deviation of expected footage is to be considered a top priority at the present time. The presence of Fritz Williams in this video log is to also be investigated. SCP-6099 is to undergo maintenance to ensure its functionality. Several uses of SCP-6099 by the research team were conducted after the above log was observed. They determined that a CK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario took place on 15/1/1839, hypothesised to be responsible for the concealment of the anomalous from the public. Before this event, the existence of anomalies was considered mundane by the majority of the world at that time. The current cause of this change is unknown, but notably several weeks after this occurrence, the earliest version of The Foundation was formed, with Williams in the position of Administrator. Though Williams is currently deceased and the position of Administrator suspended. Video Transcript 6099-B Date: 3/7/1838 Location: The Royal Institute of Great Britain Foreword: Investigation of Fritz Williams' appearance in earlier logs showed that he was present in London during this period to give a speech on research he'd conducted. The nature of this research has likely changed due to the aforementioned CK-Scenario. <BEGIN LOG> Williams walks to the centre of the stage. A form of microphone2 is suspended in front of him. Williams: Good afternoon everyone. I hope you are all well. My name is Dr Fritz Williams and I am here today to talk about the research that my colleagues and I have begun on the origin of the magic that accompanies us through every facet of our daily lives. You see, humanity in its present state has been around for countless years and the wonders of this world have been beside us for each and every step of our growth. But it wasn't always like this. We once huddled in the dark, afraid of each moving rock and many-headed bird that came before us. We prayed and cowered in our caves, hoping to be spared from things we couldn't comprehend. But as our numbers grew, we realised we didn't have to be afraid of them. Our numbers rose together. The world made more sense as there became less and less to be scared of. Harmony was achieved once we embraced the undeniable facts of our world. The universe demands the absurd and impossible. The world still has so much that we do not understand, just as it was in the caves. But we must never go back to hiding in fear, nor can we accept these truths blindly and become complacent. To dwell in the light, we must know the darkn— The microphone falls to the ground in front of Williams and ceases function. After some time a replacement is suspended in the air by staff. Williams continues. Williams: Sorry about that. As I was saying, we've made great strides in our understanding. Each day we find one more thing we cannot explain, but that doesn't stop us from finding uses for them to improve our day to day life. Be it the ashes of phoenixes helping us save lives, the countless properties of unicorn horns, or astounding art that can quite literally never fail to bring joy to the mind. But, I think our team has made the greatest discovery to date. Our research has now given us the ability to recreate the effects of these wondrous objects. That's right, we've learnt how to take them apart piece by piece and make them anew. An artificial essence of the magic that can be mass-produced to all. Any item, even those that we could never know the true origin of, can be remade. Our testing and research are at this point complete. We've begun to apply it to objects around the labs and even our own personal items where needed. But soon we will be able to apply this technique all over the world. The audience stands and gives a loud round of applause. <END LOG> Closing Statement: A request for research into the technique described in this log has been proposed to the O5 Council. Approval is pending. After the events of this log, the utilisation of anomalies created by the aforementioned technique was reported by news outlets observed through SCP-6099 to be increasing at a much higher rate due to the development of factories across the world. Through observation, it has been noted that these "manufactured" anomalies are created through reverse engineering an object by dissembling it and applying its anomalous properties to other items. This process currently contradicts all known research into the anomalous and occult. Investigation into how this is possible is ongoing. Addendum 6099-B: SCP-6099's research team were instructed to research several factories created for the distribution of the anomalous to learn more about the processes involved. See transcript below. Video Transcript 6099-C Date: 8/8/1838 Location: Millwall, Isle of Dogs, London Foreword: An investigation was undertaken to determine more about the nature of this process by observing factories that were known to utilise the said technique. <BEGIN LOG> Loud whirring fills the room. Several pieces of large machinery are located around an expansive building with small patches of straw covering the floor. The machines are being operated by groups of workers, many of them young and covered in loose clothing. Parts of an engine suddenly move outwards and separate into fractal patterns. The mechanism then retracts into itself to reveal a larger pattern that continues to move into itself. This process continues until it retracts into its original shape and reforms the original mechanisms. A high pitched scraping sound is heard. One section of the motor melts, boils, twists into multiple non-euclidian shapes and then deposits back into the shape of the motor and repeats the process. Miscellaneous items are dispensed from each machine into several crates. They are then subsequently taken out of the factory. A thaumaturgic ritual circle has been created at the centre of the space from powder and surrounded by machinery. After some time, Dr Aaron Siegel, a researcher from Dr Williams' team, walks into the room holding a black knife decorated with intricate green patterns. He places it on a table in front of him. Siegel: Morning everyone, new delivery's come in just for you all. It seems we've got ourselves an interesting little knife. He grabs the knife and plunges it into the table. The table begins to decay and rot until the ground becomes sodden. Siegel: I want you all to be very careful with this thing. If it was up to me you wouldn't be able to get within a mile of this, but you know what you need to do. I'd stay and make sure you're all ok but I've got paperwork that needs doing by tomorrow or else my neck is on the line. Siegel walks back out of the room up towards a separate office. A worker takes the knife and places it in the centre of the thaumaturgic circle. She then goes to the side of the room and retrieves a bottle of unknown powder. The worker unscrews the bottle and pours the powder onto the ritual causing it to combust into a green flame. Slowly, the knife begins to melt into the shape of the symbols below it, creating a metallic shine underneath the fire. Sparks begin to appear around the circle at increasingly higher and higher rates. Space around the area begins to peel and distort as the fire continues to burn. Layers of the metal unfurl and separate into the air. The metal then splits and burns as a burst of air. The fire glows brightly as lines connecting the machines around the room to the centre become visible underneath the straw. Each of their furnaces ignites. The ritual continues until all the metal has been combusted. After the fire expires, all machines briefly stop. The final embers of the circle fade before the machines begin to grind and roar alive again. Once they resume, knives are now among the miscellaneous items being manufactured. The thaumaturgic circle in the centre of the room remains intact. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Examination of this region during activation of SCP-6099 showed that all levels of EVE3 emissions in the surrounding area of this reaction had decreased below a certain limit besides the centre of the room. This briefly caused an insufficient amount of energy for the surrounding area and was the source of the momentary stop of the factory's machinery. After the fire at the centre had expired, the presence of EVE radiation was lost. During the months that followed the mass distribution of the anomalous to a wider population, news outlets of this time claimed that this period was a time of prosperity. But it is to also be noted that several disasters within anomalous communities and populations were reported. The most notable of these being: The frequency of hunting of several species of anomalous wildlife, such as the harvesting of unicorn horns and the collecting of phoenix ash, rose to unsustainable levels and led to a dramatic decrease in each of their populations. The occurrences of supernatural events known as "aestus-terrae"4 increased in frequency, leading to widespread damage to numerous coastal areas. Several anomalies that were considered vital to the sustaining of anomalous communities, such as those that served as energy sources or water filtration, ceased to function. This lead to the displacement of many groups as their previous locations quickly became inhospitable. An outbreak of illness became prevalent within many fae communities. While it appeared to be non-infectious, attempts to treat symptoms had minimal success. Video Transcript 6099-D Date: 11/1/1839 Location: Detroit, Michigan Foreword: A conversation discovered by SCP-6099 between Dr F. Williams and Dr A. Siegel. <Begin Log> Dr Williams and Dr Siegel both sit inside their laboratory. Smoke is dispersed throughout the room. Siegel: Fritz, did you ever hear about the fae communities that have sprung up outside the city recently? Williams: I can't say I've heard of it outside of a brief mention. But I'll hazard a guess and say it isn't good. Siegel: It really isn't. I've never quite known something of this scale. So many people were displaced and have no place to go but to these new communities. It's soured the weak ties we previously had. Williams: How so? Siegel: According to the press, some small groups have formed a bit of a personal vendetta against the rest of the world. They blame those around them for their plight and have been the cause of some quite unpleasant acts. I think the worst part may be that they're gaining traction. Williams: I can't say I'm surprised, but it's hard to see the gap between us grow further. I was hoping that our work could help bridge the divide and begin to lead us both into a brighter future, but I fear that it was too little too late. They both sit in silence. Siegel: Do… do you think we could have done something to stop all this? Williams: Aaron my friend, what in God's name are you talking about? Siegel: I… I mean have you seen what's happening? These things don't happen without warning; there must have been some way to know, some way to help before it all happened. Williams: Not everything is as easy as that. You and I both know this. You can't know for certain what will happen until it has. You can tear yourself apart piece by piece, thinking you have the answer to everything, but still, something seemingly impossible happens and throws all ideas of the future into the wind. Siegel: But that's just it. It wasn't just one disaster, i-it was countless ones all close together. I think it's beginning to get to me. I don't even remember the last time I saw a new item in our labs. Isn't that crazy? We used to have new ones almost every day of the week to study and now we're lucky to get one at all. What happened? Williams: I… I don't know. I just thought that- Dr Siegel suddenly grasps his chest and falls to the ground. Williams: Aaron! Are you ok? What's happening? He continues to writhe on the ground. The air around his arm crackles with lightning for some time. As the lightning disperses, his arm segments and peels away from his bone. Dr Siegel screams in pain, but as he does his face melts and falls to the ground. The melted flesh lifts itself from the ground and changes shape into three faces, each face resumes screaming. This continues for almost a minute as Dr Williams attempts to help Siegel. Siegel's body reverts to its previous form. He sits on the ground, panting. Siegel: Wh-what was that? What the hell was that? Williams grabs Siegel by the shoulders. Williams: Aaron, are you ok? Siegel: I think so. It felt like my entire body was falling apart. Williams: It looked more like the space around you unravelled. I think something's very wrong with the world right now. Siegel: You don't say? I almost couldn't tell. Williams: Sorry, that was a little obvious, wasn't it? But we need to look into this right away. I have a feeling that the balance of the world has been offset. Siegel: Offset? Williams: I was worried about this when I heard of cities losing their power. That's magic breaking. Breaking! Magic doesn't just break without the universe having something to say. It pushes back and breaks things more. It's a vicious cycle, but it wouldn't be started without something big kicking it all off and if it keeps happening we could be unable to go back. Siegel: So what do we do? Williams: We figure out what happened and we figure out how to fix it. Quickly. <End Log> Following the events of this conversation, Williams and his research team concluded that the technique they had developed was responsible for the changes in the environment and damages to several aspects of reality, brought on by the destruction of anomalies for energy to create artificial copies of said items. Due to this discovery, the research team - with the assistance of several governments and organisations - devised the creation of the Veil to protect the anomalous from the entirety of the world's population. The CK-Class Scenario formed by this removed the knowledge of the anomalous from almost all the population and hid them through several different mediums. The information regarding this ceremony has been documented below. Video Transcript 6099-E Date: 15/1/1839 Location: Detroit, Michigan Foreword: The final moments before the initiation of the CK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario initiated by Dr Fritz Williams in a chamber within his research lab. <Begin Log> Dr Williams stands above a thaumaturgic circle created from a series of intricate patterns and geometrically impossible shapes. Williams takes a small beaker filled with yellow powder from his side and pours it onto the circle below him. The room is filled with a dull blue glow as the shapes within the circle split into two smaller versions of themselves which proceed to split into four versions of the pattern. They proceed to duplicate until each pattern becomes indistinguishable from one another. Williams begins to speak. Williams: May the world no longer know the truth. May lies become our reality. May the world be secure in ignorance. The ground begins to crackle with green lightening as the powdered patterns move up from the ground and reaches towards the feet of Williams. He continues speaking. Williams: For the sake of magic, it cannot be known, and it must be kept separate, contained in a world of its own, and seen by those that I can trust. We will make sanctuaries to ensure the safety of all. Everything will be the same, if not better. Picking up a small metal canister, Williams walks into the circle as the powder moves up over his body and surrounds his face. He drops the canister onto the ground, causing it to break and disperse a pale gas into the circle. The powder begins to kindle and ignites, dispersing into the air. A surge of blue energy releases from the circle and hangs in the air. Williams: I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I failed to protect you all. The blue energy in the air forms a sphere around Williams and suddenly expands outwards, enveloping its surroundings. It continues to expand at an increasing rate, wrapping everything it passes in a new layer of reality. Any anomalous items that were caught in this expanse became mundane. The light continues to spread until all the world is covered. The CK-Class Scenario concludes. Dr Williams sits slumped inside his chamber. <End Log> Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SCP-6099 To: tni.pcs|owT5O#tni.pcs|owT5O; tni.pcs|eerhT5O#tni.pcs|eerhT5O; tni.pcs|ruoF5O#tni.pcs|ruoF5O; tni.pcs|eviF5O#tni.pcs|eviF5O; tni.pcs|xiS5O#tni.pcs|xiS5O; tni.pcs|neveS5O#tni.pcs|neveS5O; tni.pcs|thgiE5O#tni.pcs|thgiE5O; tni.pcs|eniN5O#tni.pcs|eniN5O; tni.pcs|neT5O#tni.pcs|neT5O; tni.pcs|nevelE5O#tni.pcs|nevelE5O; tni.pcs|evlewT5O#tni.pcs|evlewT5O; tni.pcs|neetrihT5O#tni.pcs|neetrihT5O From: tni.pcs|enO5O#tni.pcs|enO5O Subject: SCP-6099 Concerns Good afternoon everyone, Many of you have expressed your concerns to me about the existence of SCP-6099's file and the information it pertains to. I'm sending this email to reassure you all that there is no reason to be worried. While it is true that the creation of this organisation may have been influenced by the Reality Restructuring Scenario described in its article, this should not influence the primary directive of the Foundation. I will remind you that we maintain normalcy. This is not to be confused with maintaining the natural order of our world. The natural order of the world is not normal nor is it something we should strive to protect. Normalcy is for the sake of the people of our world and is made in their best interest. We have, and forever will secure, contain and protect. 1 Footnotes 1. Future Administrator and founder of the Foundation. 2. Due to microphones not being created until the 1870s this was achieved through an anomalous item of similar properties. 3. The fundamental energy that powers thaumaturgy. 4. An event involving the movement of the coast in tandem with the movement of the tide. Responsible for damage to tectonic plates and increased seismic activity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6099" by R4_EX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6099. Licensed under CC-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-6100 | euclid | You are currently viewing an old revision (#4, 04/23/2029). Item #: SCP-6100 Level 2/6100 Case Priority: Low Location of the Carina Nebula, source of SCP-6100. Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-6100 file is to be maintained for as long as possible. These measures must ensure the survival of this file even in the event of database refactoring or Foundation dissolution. At present, containment protocols for SCP-6100 include low-scale radio scrambling at the frequency of SCP-6100-A and observation of online keywords relating to the Eta Carinae (Carina) Nebula. No further actions are to be taken. Description: SCP-6100 is an exact duplicate of the planet Earth. To be more exact, SCP-6100 is a celestial body or phenomenon discovered in the Carina Nebula that has the appearance of a planet identical to Earth. SCP-6100 does not seem to orbit any star or possess its own satellite. Optical telescopes within the Foundation's capabilities identify SCP-6100 as having an appearance identical to Earth's, while other measurements generate near-identical profiles to that of Earth. Advanced imaging sources not available to the public generate images of a planet with completely identical geographic structure. Notably, SCP-6100 does not appear to produce emissive rays or radio waves, with the exception of a single and continuous data stream that it has produced since discovery, designated SCP-6100-A. SCP-6100-A has been aimed directly at Earth for an unknown period of time, continuously repeating its transmission without any observed variation. Attached below is a single full transmission of SCP-6100-A, converted into audio format. Closer investigation of SCP-6100 is not within the Foundation's technological capabilities, and is not estimated to be for several centuries or more. The phenomenon has been designated as an object of special protection and observation by the Foundation Long-Term Survival Incubator project. The file for SCP-6100 is currently backed up to the Long Era archival system within Auxiliary Site-19. > View current document ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6100" by Modulum, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6100. Licensed under CC-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: crucible.png Author: Modulum License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: logo.png Author: far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: goldsky.jpg Names: Caldwell 92 - 3.jpg Author: NASA Hubble License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: milkyway.jpg Names: Milky Way blue.jpg Author: Christopher Universe License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: spectro.png Author: Modulum, img-encode License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Names: Milky Way galaxy.jpg Author: NASA/GSFC License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6100 | uncontained | You are currently viewing an old revision (#4, 04/23/2029). Item #: SCP-6100 Level 2/6100 Case Priority: Low Location of the Carina Nebula, source of SCP-6100. Special Containment Procedures: The SCP-6100 file is to be maintained for as long as possible. These measures must ensure the survival of this file even in the event of database refactoring or Foundation dissolution. At present, containment protocols for SCP-6100 include low-scale radio scrambling at the frequency of SCP-6100-A and observation of online keywords relating to the Eta Carinae (Carina) Nebula. No further actions are to be taken. Description: SCP-6100 is an exact duplicate of the planet Earth. To be more exact, SCP-6100 is a celestial body or phenomenon discovered in the Carina Nebula that has the appearance of a planet identical to Earth. SCP-6100 does not seem to orbit any star or possess its own satellite. Optical telescopes within the Foundation's capabilities identify SCP-6100 as having an appearance identical to Earth's, while other measurements generate near-identical profiles to that of Earth. Advanced imaging sources not available to the public generate images of a planet with completely identical geographic structure. Notably, SCP-6100 does not appear to produce emissive rays or radio waves, with the exception of a single and continuous data stream that it has produced since discovery, designated SCP-6100-A. SCP-6100-A has been aimed directly at Earth for an unknown period of time, continuously repeating its transmission without any observed variation. Attached below is a single full transmission of SCP-6100-A, converted into audio format. Closer investigation of SCP-6100 is not within the Foundation's technological capabilities, and is not estimated to be for several centuries or more. The phenomenon has been designated as an object of special protection and observation by the Foundation Long-Term Survival Incubator project. The file for SCP-6100 is currently backed up to the Long Era archival system within Auxiliary Site-19. > View current document ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6100" by Modulum, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6100. Licensed under CC-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: crucible.png Author: Modulum License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: logo.png Author: far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: goldsky.jpg Names: Caldwell 92 - 3.jpg Author: NASA Hubble License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: milkyway.jpg Names: Milky Way blue.jpg Author: Christopher Universe License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: spectro.png Author: Modulum, img-encode License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Names: Milky Way galaxy.jpg Author: NASA/GSFC License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6101 | thaumiel | PeppersGhost SCP-6101 - The Most Powerful SCP by PeppersGhost More by this author Records and Information Security Administration Notice The O5 Council has approved for the SCP-6101 designation to be reserved for the exclusive use of the Department of Public Relations to aid in post-veil operations. Item#: 6101 Level6 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6101 is too powerful to contain. He is to be left in the care of his family until the next time the Foundation should call upon him for assistance. Description: SCP-6101 is the most powerful SCP. His name is Ethan Prosper. He is nine years old at time of writing. The full extent of SCP-6101's powers are unknown, but he has displayed capabilities such as flight, super strength, invisibility, and all the powers of the Marvel superheroes. He is anomalously brave and capable of doing anything he sets his mind to. SCP-6101 has two guns which he carries with him at all times. The guns, which he has named Fear and Loathing, shoot bullets made of pure light and darkness, respectively. His dog Heidi (subdesignated SCP-6101-01) is the second most powerful SCP. She is fiercely loyal to SCP-6101 and protects him from anomalous organizations who want to use his powers for themselves. Incident Log: On 05/18/28, SCP-OMEGA broke out of its cell in Site-301. Unable to reestablish containment of the anomaly, Site Director Rushpa Chakarvarti called upon SCP-6101 for assistance. SCP-6101 was then personally escorted to Site-301 by Mobile Task Force Psi-301 ("Genie in a Battle") from his room at St. Jude Children's Research Hospital. Using a combination of telekinetic abilities and verbal threats, SCP-6101 successfully drove SCP-OMEGA back into its containment cell as witnesses applauded and cheered. He was awarded a Foundation Star for his efforts by Director Chakarvarti in a special ceremony shortly afterward. In addition to saving the lives of everyone at Site-301, SCP-6101 became a hero to countless other critically ill children like himself after reports of his bravery on local news stations led to a surge in donations to the Make-A-Wish Foundation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6101" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6101. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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padding: 2vw; } SCP-6102 - Veil of Ignorance Authored by J Dune ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Discovery point of SCP-6,102,031, Sector-19222, 30 kilometers from the Scarlet Threshold Item #: SCP-6,102,031 Special Containment Procedures: Global Site-Omega Auto-Archivist-DA019 tends to SCP-6,102,031. Testing results automatically catalogue inside gestalt intelligence "ARK" for future preservation. Information inside "ARK" is considered lost to objects outside it. Description: SCP-6,102,031 is an unidentifiable organism of unknown origin with four outer limbs and a thin layer of flesh coating its exterior. It does not display intelligence, purpose, or function. Addendum: Experiment Log Auto-Archivist-DA019 attempted to discern the object's purpose through adherence to the Pillars of Reason left by the antecedent, dominant lifeforms. Pillar Tested: "Capability" Method: Cross-reference with gestalt intelligence "ARK" index. Result: Failure. Cranium lacks chip port. Soul lacks compatibility. Pillar Tested: "Permanence" Method: Lacerate fleshy layer. Result: Failure. Blaring sound. Object lacks refinement. Pillar Tested: "Intelligence" Method: Chrono-isolate object equivalent to several years in two minutes. Inter-plane testing modules automatically carry out automated tests from over 2,231,103 knowledge quadrants. Result: Failure. Test results negative. Object lacks purpose. Upon return from isolation in final test, SCP-6,102,031 did not display life signs. Object determined to lack reason, and the final pillar, "Deification", was not able to be tested adequately. Addendum: Further Information SCP-6,102,031 was discovered in an antecedent-made structure in Sector-19222, located within Global Foundation perimeters, during routine patrol by an Archivist swarm. The following object, made of various carbon-based polymers, was identified within SCP-6,102,031's vocal orifice. + RETRIEVE IMAGE - RESCIND IMAGE It does not display intelligence, purpose, or function. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6102" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6102. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6103 | esoteric-class | Item#: SCP-6103 Level4 Secondary Class: continua Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Photo of SCP-6103, dated 1890. Photo displays signs of fading due to intense light exposure. Photo has been edited to make SCP-6103 as visible as possible. Special Containment Procedures: Development of new SCP-6103 containment procedures are ongoing. SCP-6103 has been transferred to a temporary humanoid containment chamber and assigned regular observation. Any further notable changes in behavior are to be reported immediately. +View Archived Containment Procedures -Hide Archived Containment Procedures SCP-6103 is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber furnished in a style consistent with popular 1800's interior decoration as well as an exterior window. At no time are Foundation personnel permitted to alter the layout of the room or change any decorations, even if SCP-6103 requests it. Should SCP-6103 need to be moved to a new containment chamber at any time, the new chamber shall match the layout of the old exactly and contain an exterior window. All personnel who directly interact with SCP-6103 are to wear Foundation-issued sunglasses at all times. Personnel are to refrain from bringing technology originating after 1990 into SCP-6103's chamber. Description: The following description is outdated. SCP-6103 is a humanoid entity resembling an elderly human female of indeterminate race. SCP-6103's entire body constantly emits light ranging between 1300 and 6000 lumens, with light intensity increasing near the entity's head. SCP-6103 appears unbothered by the light production. SCP-6103 has been in Foundation custody since 1807. While SCP-6103 has shown little signs of physical aging since initial containment, SCP-6103 mental faculties have deteriorated significantly over the years. Due to this mental degradation, confirming the specifics of SCP-6103's whereabouts prior to Foundation custody has proven difficult and unreliable. The only consistent detail obtained since initial capture places SCP-6103 as originating somewhere outside of the Milky Way. Addendum 6103.1: Interview with Agent Tyme Sias On December 12th, 1807, the Foundation received reports out of the town of Faraday, Georgia of an elderly woman aimlessly wandering about. All reports mentioned that she was difficult to look at due to a high volume of light emitting from her body. The woman was recovered and taken into custody, and anomalous properties were confirmed, but the anomaly appeared either unable or unwilling to communicate with Foundation personnel. On February 23rd, 1999, the Foundation assigned Agent Tyme Sias to SCP-6103. Agent Sias was selected due to his background in psychology and impressive record relating to interpersonal mediation. The following interview was conducted the day of Agent Sias's assignment. Interviewed: SCP-6103 Interviewer: Agent Tyme Sias Foreword: Agent Sias was provided with all available information on SCP-6103 at the time of the interview. <Begin Log> Agent Sias: Hello, madam. How are you doing today? [SCP-6103 appears tense, and appears to mindlessly pick at its dress.] SCP-6103: I'm fine, dear. Thank you for asking. Agent Sias: If there's anything I can do to help make you more comfortable, please let me know. Can I get you anything at all? SCP-6103: Would we…oh, nevermind. It isn't important. Agent Sias: Anything at all, it's ok. What was it you wanted to ask me? SCP-6103: I was wondering if we might be able to move somewhere I could see outside? So I might get my bearings? It's been far too long, I just want to make sure I remember where I am in the system. Agent Sias contacts command on his hand radio. SCP-6103 eyes him curiously as he speaks. Command grants permission to move towards a surface interview room with visuals on the building's exterior. Agent Sias and SCP-6103 move to this room, and Agent Sias opens the window. SCP-6103's body appears to relax. Agent Sias: There, is that better? SCP-6103: Oh, thank you, dear. It's been ages since I've seen your sun. It's so warm and bright. You know, I don't have any way of seeing it from my room! Agent Sias: Is that so? Well, I can talk to the director about getting that fixed. SCP-6103: Oh, truly? You'd really do that for me? Agent Sias: Of course! Like I said, if you need anything I'm here to help you. SCP-6103: You're very kind, Mr….? Agent Sias: Sias. Er, my name is Tyme Sias. You can just call me Tyme. SCP-6103: Tyme…alright. I'll do my very best to remember it. My head isn't what it used to be. Agent Sias: That's alright, I'll just remind you as many times as I need to. Do you have a name I can call you, by chance? SCP-6103: Oh, hm…SCP-6103 I suppose. I've been called that so long now I can't really recall if I had another name before it. Agent Sias: Do you like being called SCP-6103? SCP-6103: I can't say I've put much thought into it. It's just my name, as far as I'm concerned. Agent Sias: Alright, SCP-6103 it is. Let me know if you ever want that to change, though! SCP-6103: I do have a question for you, if I might ask? Agent Sias: Yes? SCP-6103: That little box you talked into before, what was that? <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-6103 and I spent the rest of this interview discussing the hand radio I used to contact the site director. She seemed fascinated by the technology; several times she commented on "how quickly we've developed since she first came here". I am aware that overall not much new info was gained from this interview. My primary goal was establishing trust between SCP-6103 and myself. I believe that continuing like we did today will prove successful not only for learning about who she is and where she's from, but also simply improving her mental health. We've got over 100 years of isolation to make up for here. -Agent Tyme Sias Addendum 6103.2: Second Interview Interviewed: SCP-6103 Interviewer: Agent Tyme Sias Foreword: Agent Sias established a trend of informal meetings between himself and SCP-6103 in the continued interest of establishing trust. This was the first proper interview conducted since the initial interview. <Begin Log> Agent Sias: Good morning, SCP-6103! How are you feeling today? Need anything to eat or drink? SCP-6103: You're far too kind, Mr. Sias, but I don't need anything. Agent Sias: No need for formalities, madam. Tyme is just fine. SCP-6103: Whatever you say, dear. Now then, are you interested in a game of checkers? Agent Sias: Always, of course. Do you mind me asking a few questions while we play? SCP-6103: I don't see why not, though I can't promise I'll be able to answer everything. Agent Sias: Whatever you can would be wonderful. I just want to know more about you. Agent Sias retrieves a checkers set from SCP-6103 cupboard and begins to set it up. SCP-6103 continues to gaze out its window. Agent Sias: It's always a bit hard to think of where to start. Let's start simple. Do you have any family? A father or mother or the like? SCP-6103 smiles. Its light increases slightly in intensity. SCP-6103: Oh mother, I miss her terribly. She was vast, and oh so kind. Waved her great arms through the dust to create me and my sisters. I have several sisters you know, they were certainly a handful. When mother sent us off on our own they got themselves into some mischief! I wonder if any of them ever managed to settle down with a few planets of their own. I know Cassie….oh yes that was her name! Cassie always wanted a little system to care for. Have you met Cassie? Agent Sias: N-no, I don't believe I have. SCP-6103: Cassie was so bright. I believe she was blue? No, white? Oh my I simply cannot recall at the moment. She was always the sweetest of us, the most like mother. Oh, that's right you wanted to hear about mother! I'm not sure if she's still around, it's been some time since we spoke. She would certainly love to hear about the time I've spent here, especially the number of people I've met! Why did you know that there was one other place that gave me a funny name. Amerta…Ametera…Amaterasu! Yes that was it! Oh mother would love those stories. SCP-6103 goes silent and stares at the checkboard. It gently places the checker piece it had been holding down. SCP-6103: I should speak with her. Do you mind if I speak with her? Agent Sias: Not at all. I think we can take a break for today, and we can try and reach out to her, alright? <End Log> Closing Statement: I'm not entirely sure if further questioning related to SCP-6103's mother is appropriate. I'm going to casually probe during our regular meetings to see what the reaction is, and devise a plan from there. -Agent Tyme Sias Addendum 6103.3: Fifth Interview Interviewed: SCP-6103 Interviewer: Agent Tyme Sias Foreword: Between the last interview and now, I have engaged SCP-6103 in smaller conversations relating to themselves both casual and in a more formal capacity. SCP-6103 has also started to grow more social with other Foundation personnel, regularly greeting them when she's out on recreation. There has been a steady repetition of information between interviews, but each interview has been able to give us fresh insight into SCP-6103. <Begin Log> SCP-6103: Oh, hello sir. How are you doing? It's a lovely day, isn't it? Agent Sias: It most certainly is, SCP-6103. And I am doing quite well. My wife recently had a baby, actually! Would you like to see a picture of him? SCP-6103: Oh how delightful! I always saw you as a father, honestly. You have the air about you. Stern yet kind. Just like mother. And I would love to see a picture of him! Agent Sias takes out his wallet and hands a polaroid towards SCP-6103. SCP-6103 takes the polaroid and holds it at a distance from its face. SCP-6103: What an absolute angel. What's his name? Agent Sias: Basil. Basil Sias. And honestly I'm just glad to have someone to share the news with. You're always a delight to speak with and none of the other agents around here seemed to care much. SCP-6103: Well dear you know I simply adore your company, and I am beyond excited for you. I hope I get to meet the little one someday! Now, I suppose you had business you wished to discuss with me? Agent Sias: I'm afraid so, yes. Are you ok with me asking you a few more questions? SCP-6103 chuckles. SCP-6103: You are so fascinated with the ramblings of an old woman. Certainly, ask me whatever you wish. It's nice to recount the ages. Agent Sias: Actually it's the centuries that I would like to learn more about. Pardon me asking, but how old are you? SCP-6103: Oh, hmm. I'm not entirely sure I actually understand the question. Agent Sias: How long have you existed for? Relative to whatever you can compare it to. SCP-6103: I suppose I could compare it to this galaxy. If my memory serves, mother created us around the same time your galaxy here was created. That's part of the reason I wandered over here actually. My sisters all wanted their own things, you know. Cassie, have I told you about Cassie before? Cassie wanted her own little system of planets. I wanted to see all there was to see in the universe. Agent Sias: What led to you coming here, then? Especially since we don't appear to be very far from where you were born. SCP-6103: The universe is a beautiful place, dear. It really is. It's full of an endless sea of sights and colors, but it's a very cold and empty place. When my sisters ran off on their own I was the one left to care for mother. I couldn't simply leave her with no one. She told me stories, and I kept them all right here. SCP-6103 taps their bosom, over where a heart would be in a human. SCP-6103: My favorite story she told me was of a planet her younger sister had, one that was brimming with wonders. I simply had to see it first. Agent Sias: So you left your mother? SCP-6103: I… SCP-6103 trails off and stares forward. SCP-6103: No. No I didn't. Mother…she wasn't the same towards the end. There were so many times we would talk with one another about the same thing for ages. So many times where she would be looking at me, but I knew she wasn't looking at me. I told my sisters that she wasn't well, that she needed us to be there. They were all busy, though, all had their own lives. SCP-6103's light dims. SCP-6103: It came so quick. She was gone. Yes, that's what happened. She's gone. Agent Sias: I am very sorry to hear that, SCP-6103. SCP-6103: You want to know something, Mr. Sias? It wasn't her vanishing back to the ether that frightened me. It was seeing her in those last few moments. I feel sick to say it, but I honestly just wished near then end that she would go to sleep and just remain asleep. I hated to see her like that. What truly frightened me then, though, was the thought that I might wind up like she did. She was so confused, Mr. Sias. So confused. Both Agent Sias and SCP-6103 are silent for a moment. SCP-6103: How many times have I told you that now, Tyme Sias? <End Log> Closing Statement: I am recommending a temporary halt to interviewing SCP-6103. Further interactions should be restricted to casual conversation. At no point should socialization cease with SCP-6103. -Agent Tyme Sias Addendum 6103.4: Modern Interview Interviewed: SCP-6103 Interviewer: Agent Basil Sias Foreword: Following the untimely passing of Agent Tyme Sias in 2018, SCP-6103 became increasingly withdrawn and interviews became increasingly difficult to conduct. Despite updates to Foundation containment protocol since SCP-6103's initial containment, it was decided that in the interest of the entity's mental health that its chambers remain identical to those it was in upon initial containment. Upon the hiring of Agent Sias's son, Agent Basil Sias1 in 2022, attempts to conduct interviews with SCP-6103 were begun again. <Begin Log> Agent Sias: Hello SCP-6103! How are you today? SCP-6103: Hm? Oh I suppose it's…. Goodness me! Tyme Sias? Is that you? My eyes aren't what they used to be, but I could swear it's you. It's been such a long time! Where have you been? Agent Sias: Oh, my apologies ma'am but Tyme Sias was my father. My name is Basil. SCP-6103: Goodnes, my apologies dear. Little Basil! Why you seem to have grown quite a bit since Tyme last showed me your picture! Where is dear Tyme? How is he doing these days? Agent Sias: I'm…I'm really sorry but he passed away. He passed away a few years ago. SCP-6103: Oh. That's…unfortunate to hear. Agent Sias: I would actually like to ask some questions like he used to, if that's ok? SCP-6103: Like who used to? Agent Sias: Oh, uh…Agent Sias? SCP-6103: Oh! Tyme! Yes I adore him. Certainly, ask me anything dear! Agent Sias: Right…uh… I believe you discussed how you came to Earth with Agent Sias? Could you tell me a bit more about that? SCP-6103: Did we discuss that already? It must have slipped my mind. I just wanted to see the planet my auntie took care of, if you remember. I wanted to see this unique place full of life and wonders unlike anything else in the universe. Honestly I always wanted a system of my own but I suppose it's a bit too late for that now! Agent Sias: Why do you say that? SCP-6103: I'm rather old now, dear. I'm far out of my main sequence now. Every day I feel my body growing more and more tired. I just don't have the energy to raise a system the way my sisters have. Have I told you about them before? I believe…I believe it was Cassie that managed to get some planets of her own? Yes that sounds right. I should really visit her, it's been far too long. Agent Sias: Well you've been here long enough now, honestly it almost feels like this planet might as well be yours. SCP-6103: Oh, do you really think so? I suppose that might be right, I have been here for a bit of time. Time…Tyme…hmhmhm! It sounds rather a lot like your name, Mr. Sias! Agent Sias: Oh, well…I guess it does. SCP-6103: You all have been so kind to me here, it really has been wonderful. I should really visit mother, though. She's certainly worried about me, and I haven't seen her in so long. Agent Sias: Would you like to use my phone?2 SCP-6103: Your…phone? That's not a phone. That…can't be a phone. Last time you showed me one they had these big curly wires and stuck to the wall. That's a brick. SCP-6103's body tenses up and a scowl crosses its face. Agent Sias: You're right, you're right. It was just a bad joke. My apologies, SCP-6103. <End Log, [optional time info]> Closing Statement: In the interest of limiting SCP-6103's confusion, I've decided to go ahead and let her call me Tyme. Based on this interview, I recommend that further interviews with her keep all questions as simple as possible. Do what you can to reassure her and keep her as calm and happy as possible. If she begins to become irate or anxious, do what is possible to redirect and or distract her. She's entering a hard stage of her life, and she has millions of years of memories getting jumbled in her head. The best we can do for her at this point is keep her comfortable. -Agent Basil Sias Addendum 6103.5: Final Interview Due to SCP-6103's unresponsiveness to other interviewers, Agent Basil Sias was assigned to be the permanent Foundation point of contact with the anomaly. The entity became notably less mentally and physically stable over time, undergoing a minor combustion event in 2022 that damaged the interior of its cell. In response, SCP-6103 was permanently assigned to the care of the Department of Anomalous Ambassadors. Several interviews were conducted over the course of three years, however all failed to reveal any meaningful new information regarding SCP-6103. The decision was made to avoid exposing the entity to culture and technology developed after 1856 due to the distress said culture and technology appears to have caused the entity. Interviewed: SCP-6103 Interviewer: Agent Basil Sias Foreword: This interview was conducted as part of maintaining SCP-6103's mental health through standard interpersonal interaction. <Begin Log> Agent Sias: SCP-6103? Are you feeling ok? SCP-6103: Tyme? Is it time for us to speak again already? I thought you just left? Agent Sias: What can I say, I just really enjoy speaking with you. Did you enjoy the gift I gave you?3 SCP-6103: The frame was lovely, dear, thank you. I do wonder why they put those random people in them though. Agent Sias: Oh, that was a picture of you, SCP-6103. SCP-6103: A picture of… SCP-6103's voice trails off. Its light has notably increased in intensity. Agent Sias: It was a nice frame, wasn't it? I just knew you would enjoy it. SCP-6103: You're always so thoughtful, dear. Thank you. Agent Sias: SCP-6103? I know it's a lot to ask, but I have a question for you. SCP-6103: Hm? What is it? Agent Sias: I've been looking over some of your conversations with…I mean our conversations and I realized that you never really told us why you came here. I know that you think we're uniquely wonderful and all that, but what's exactly uniquely wonderful about us? I know that's a big question, so don't feel like you have to- SCP-6103: Mother told me stories of Sol and her third planet. But it wasn't just that, no. I remember…I remember… SCP-6103 makes a frustrated expression. Agent Sias: It's ok if you don't remember, I was just curious. SCP-6103: No I know I remember. I….yes. My sister. Not Cassie, but another one. Haley. She would fly by this little planet every so often, and she would tell me how different it was every time when she came back to visit. How quickly it was progressing every time, from massive beasts that walked the land and devoured one another to your people coming out of caves and building their own society. It all happens so fast here, in the blink of an eye, but Haley never visited long enough to give me an idea of just what it all looked like. I needed to see it, I wanted to watch this planet develop at its lightspeed pace. I didn't want to miss a moment. Eternity is a long time, Tyme, and these precious moments will forever be lost if no one is there to see them. I've been alive a very, very long time, and so many of those ages have been so very quiet. SCP-6103 is silent for a moment. SCP-6103: I didn't just find a brilliant world here when I arrived. I found a dear friend. Several, actually. SCP-6103 sighs. SCP-6103: I try to remember all of them. I try so very hard. All those faces across the centuries…no matter what I do they just knock about in my mind in a blur. People very dear to me, I know it, but I can never remember why. Agent Sias and SCP-6103 are silent for several moments. SCP-6103 breathes steadily. SCP-6103: Tyme, dear? Can we go outside? Agent Sias: Of course. Agent Sias leads SCP-6103 outside. The two sit side by side on a bench and stare up at the night sky. SCP-6103 points a finger towards the approximate location of Proxima Centauri. SCP-6103: It's been so long. There she is. Agent Sias: Who's that? SCP-6103: Cassie. Dear Cassie. I've told you about Cassie, right? Agent Sias nods. SCP-6103: I'm glad she wasn't lonely in the end. She managed to live her little dream. Agent Sias: What about you? SCP-6103: Me…? Agent Sias: Were you able to live your dream? SCP-6103: My dream… SCP-6103 looks at Agent Sias and gives a gentle smile. SCP-6103: Yes. I suppose I have, dear. Dear? Agent Sias: Yes? SCP-6103: You aren't Tyme, are you? Agent Sias: …No, I'm not. I'm sorry. SCP-6103: So fast. You all change so fast. How long has it been, truly? Agent Sias and SCP-6103 sit in silence for several moments. Agent Sias takes SCP-6103's hand and gently rubs his thumb over the back. SCP-6103's light has turned a dull red color. SCP-6103: I wound up more like mother than I wanted to be. Tyme? Agent Sias: Yes? SCP-6103: I'm scared. Agent Sias: It's ok. I'll be right here. <End Log> Closing Statement: Agent Sias walked SCP-6103 back to their room shortly following this exchange. At approximately 0300 hours, SCP-6103 shuddered before exploding violently into a cloud of light and dust, damaging its chambers. No body remained, and the materials that erupted from the body remained floating in the air for two days until they suddenly coalesced into an entity resembling a human infant composed of interstellar materials. The new entity appears to be sentient and responsive to human interaction. This entity is currently being held in a temporary humanoid containment chamber while SCP-6103's chamber is repaired. Footnotes 1. Agent Sias was also serving as a representative of the Foundation Department of Anomalous Ambassadors. 2. Agent Sias showed SCP-6103 an iPhone 5s at this point. Agent Sias was aware that the entity's mother could not be contacted via phone. When asked why, Agent Sias stated that he knew the entity was fascinated by technology and thought it would help serve as a distraction. 3. Agent Sias had recently given SCP-6103 a framed copy of the photo attached to this file. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6103" by OriTiefling, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6103. Licensed under CC-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: Woman in drapery with halo by staircase, seated LCCN2005681162.jpg Author: F. Holland Day License: Public Domain Additional Notes: |
SCP-6104 | safe | A diagram of the standard arena used in SCP-6104. Item #: SCP-6104 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6104 is to be placed in a surge-proof containment chamber and plugged in at all times on standby power. SCP-6104 must routinely be powered on for maintenance and inspection every 120 hours for maintenance and inspection. Tampering with SCP-6104's hardware without express permission is to be met with swift disciplinary action. Description: SCP-6104 is a Toshiba L9300 Ultra HD 4K Television. When powered, it will only display the channel for "Ice Skating… TO THE DEATH!", an apparent variation of ice skating which takes the form of a combat sport. No other channels are available, and the TV itself is missing hardware to receive radio frequencies to access such channels. Further investigation is ongoing on the source of SCP-6104's source of the channel. When the show begins, it displays over 15 minutes of perpetual advertisements and introduction flair. The advertisements have an anomalous effect of inducing hunger, thirst, and the desire to leave the vicinity of the television out of "striking boredom" Following the introduction, the rules are announced. They are as follows: Audience members may not put their limbs into the arena as a safety precaution. Each team must bring an assistant with a medical background. Injuries, casualties and fatalities are not to be reported or the reporter will be denied access to future events. Skaters are expected to use the blades on their feet as weapons - and as such, cannot modify them with the exception of the weight of the blade for the purposes of comfort or anatomical limits. See addendum 1 As of ██/██/2016, 4 amendments have been made. Firearms are prohibited to the players, coaches, spectators, insiders, Zamboni driver, medical-malpractioner, deus-ex machinas, protagonists, and plot-enhancers.1 The affliction of unnecessary and/or excruciating pain to teammates is prohibited. Arsenic based lifeforms are banned. Rotisserie chicken shall not be a concession in any games. The base game used as an example was recorded on ██/05/2017. The basic events are listed in the script below. "The Bladedancers vs. Omnice!" 0:21 The teams each enter the rink, lined up in different formations. The Bladedancers appear to have a charge lined up. The "Bladedancers" appear to have a surgeon as their medical assistant, while the "Omnices" has a druid claiming to be from the "Western Bone Tribes of Yan-Gzer'ath". 0:45 The announcer gives a countdown and then allows the teams to clash. The Bladedancer skaters start a charge into the Omnice captain. The Omnice skaters form into a common skating technique used to combat skating-charges. However, the formation is interrupted as a masque is held by Omnice to the 15th century song "Danse Macabre" by Saint Saens. 1:20 The Bladedancers have gathered enough momentum to charge, and charge through the center of the Omnice masque. The Bladedancers have their feet facing outwards in an offensive manuever. The announcer berates the Bladedancers for using such a "common tactic instead of switching it up" [sic]. 1:40 The Bladedancers shed first blood, and the injured Omnice player is escorted back to the medic by the Omnice Captain and two skaters. Several Bladedancer skirmishers strike at the Omnice skater-cade, but the strikes are parried away with the sides of the ice-skates. 1:50 The skater-cade delivers the injured player successfully to the team's surgeon. The surgeon begins to stitch the wound. The skater-cade breaks up, and they return to counter the charge. 2:07 The charge is successfully split with the "Diffusion" strategy, and Omnice encircles the Bladedancer formation. 2:35 The Bladedancer captain yells a codeword in an unknown language, and a trap becomes apparent. The Bladedancer skaters break formation into a flank, decimating the Omnice. 2:50 All Omnice are injured or deceased. A victory is declared for the Bladedancers. Addendum 1: On ██/██/2010, a containment breach occurred at the site currently housing SCP-6104. During this breach, Senior Researcher Keynes locked himself in SCP-6104's containment cell with 2 other security personnel. While taking refuge in this cell, the three faculty made a unanimous decision to neutralize SCP-6104 via bludgeoning. Following this incident, SCP-6104 ceased anomalous activity and was declared neutralized. Although SCP-6104 was declared neutralized, the former Foundation staff members assigned to SCP-6104 continued experimentation, and attempted to repair the entity using a combination of its original hardware and ordinary hardware. Since the completion of these repairs, SCP-6104 displays unusual properties, and has seemingly changed anomalous effects. It is uncertain whether an error during repairs or the nature of the neutralization caused these changes. Further testing on SCP-6104 reveals abridged rules from the standard, often deviating in the core ruleset of the game. These rules vary with each activation of the anomaly, and notable results have been recorded below. + Experimental Log - Hide Subject: Researcher Ang Procedure: The device was powered after 48 hours of standby power. Results: The normal content continued as usual until the presentation. At the presentation of the players, a humanoid entity in standard soccer equipment appeared on both sides of play, designated the "Soccerer", was given a standard white soccer-ball. The game proceeds as usual, although in variation from previous games, the "Soccerer" had the role of kicking the soccer ball towards enemy skaters. Analysis: This behavior is unusual and appears to be a variation of "Protect the President", with the Soccerer being a high-value target. However, the word "Soccerer" itself seems to be a play on "Sorcerer", despite no thaumaturgical properties manifesting within the Soccerers. Subject: Janitor Pidersen Procedure: The device was powered without any input at 13:04 during Researcher Ang's scheduled lunch break. Janitor Pidersen was in the vicinity of the device at the time, and observed the anomaly. Results: Each skater started with abnormally small blades on their ice-skates. Each injury or fatality a skater inflicted increased the size of the blade by 0.5 inches in length. The game ended upon a skater reaching a 13-inch blade. Analysis: SCP-6104 appeared to have reacted to Janitor Pidersen's self-proclaimed "Grandmaster Rank" in the popular First-Person-Shooter "Counter Strike: Global Offensive" as a parody on the "Gun Game" gamemode, in which you achieve victory by obtaining weaponry for each elimination made in game. However, Janitor Pidersen's claim to be in the "Grandmaster Rank" is false, and the rank in question does not exist in game. Although this is the first time SCP-6104 has shown capacity to react to audio stimuli, it does not appear to be able to discern lies. Subject: Agent Davitsky Procedure: The device was powered as stated by the instructional manual after 40 minutes of standby power. Agent Davitsky was chosen due to his former involvement in ice-skating. Results: Rather than the cameras focusing on the main rink and players, the cameras instead focused on a table in a partition in the audience stands. The game did not track points for the regular combat, and instead displayed the remaining money of the audience members who were gambling. Gamblers spontaneously combusted upon having no remaining money to spend. Analysis: The game completely deviated from its original combative focus. It is not clear whether this change was a reaction or coincidence in relation to Agent Davitsky losing two USD in a bet made previously that day. The entity did not react to his previous involvement with ice-skating, however. Subject: D-11014 Procedure: The device was powered as stated in the instruction manual after 30 hours of standby power. Results: The skating rink usually present in the film was replaced by an urban landscape consisting of only "Starbangs Cafangs", a fictional coffee chain only present in this constructed landscape. The chain appears to be a parody of the popular coffee chain "Starbucks". The purpose of these buildings are unknown, as the skaters were not mobile enough to reach neither the buildings nor the enemy team. The match concluded in a tie as the game reached overtime, due to the lack of ice or other materials suitable for ice-skating. Analysis: The alteration to the gameplay was completely irrelevant and prevented the game from functioning. The device does not seem to possess a desire to hold audience retention, although upon inspection of further games the changes were potentially linked to a sponsorship deal. Subject: Researcher Ang Procedure: The device was powered while submerged in 15L of tap water via D-9081 after 40 minutes of standby power. Results: The skaters proceeded as normal through their game until 2:24, where it is revealed that all skaters were chosen because of their fear of water. At this point, the rink began to melt as all a large fish approximately 15mx6mx9m with cyan scales began to bite and swallow contestants alive. The game ended when all skaters from a team were devoured. Analysis: SCP-6104 appears capable of irony. Additionally SCP-6104 has been shown to be functional even while in the presence of water, although the build quality and materials used in its repairs should not have displayed such resilience to liquids. Subject: Researcher Ang Procedure: The device was powered by Researcher Ang while ice-skating in place with standard 8-inch bladed ice-skates in an artificial patch of ice after 120 hours of standby power. Results: Each skater acted as standard, although appeared to act in mockery of Researcher Ang, often skating in place and falling flamboyantly to the ground. This mockery is present throughout the entire recording, although it is never explicitly mentioned by any entity in the recording. Analysis: The device appears to exhibit signs of elitism, especially with ice-skating form. Subject: Researcher Ang Procedure: The device was powered by Researcher Ang after 40 hours of standby power while ice-skating in a proper ice rink, in addition to having taken formal ice-skating classes during the weeks prior. Results: Although the game proceeded as normal, the commentator had a mock British accent and was extremely critical of the skaters' form. The commentator swore excessively. Whenever a fatality occurred, the audience began a posh laughter rather than cheering. Analysis: The device appears to be creating a satirical parody of celebrity chef "Gordan Ramsey", and often implied that the criticism was of Researcher Ang's form. Subject: Researcher Ang Procedure: The device was powered as stated in the instruction manual after 30 hours of standby power. Results: The game proceeds as standard. At the 4:00 mark, a two minute news break begins, despite the game not pausing. During the first 21 seconds of the news break, a humanoid news anchor with black tentacles protruding from his head discusses the political relevancy of ice-skating. During the remaining 99 seconds, he tells a joke describing a turkey entering a bar. The joke itself has no punchline, and the entirety of the time was spent setting up the joke. Analysis: The next three following tests also had a news break at 4:00. However, the news anchor only told punchlines for two minutes in each one. Additionally, in the third test, the news anchor procured a lute from behind the desk and began to play B8 De desconfort, a late medieval ballade composed by Guillaume de Machaut. Subject: Researcher Ang Procedure: The device was powered as stated in the instruction manual after 50 hours of standby power. Results: Skaters wore different hats, indicating a "class"2. The classes seemingly only varied by the nature of the hat, such as those with a propeller hat being able to fly. Analysis: The hats worn by the skaters were seen in every following test, up until the 27th test. Subject: D-11017 Procedure: The device was powered as stated in the instruction manual after 130 hours of standby power. Results: The game proceeded as standard, although was described as "eerily quiet" by D-11017, with the exception of noises produced by the combatants. No commercials or introduction were present. When a winning team was decided, the audience began to applause in unison, and special video effects were used to display curtains closing. Analysis: It is unknown if the lack of extraneous audio in the test resulted from an error originating in the episode's production or was an intentional variation of the program. Subject: Researcher Ang Procedure: The device was powered by Researcher Ang after 30 hours of standby power. Results: The song "Sonata in F" plays by classical composer George Frideric Handel as the introduction announces "High-Arts Combat-Skating". Skaters are much more benign and elegant as their attacks become much more calculated, such as what may be typical in fencing. The coaches are dressed in flamboyant dress by clothiers. Analysis: Further testing reveals it considers combat ice-skating "beneath it" as it prefers the "classiness and sophisticated" form of "High-Arts Combat-Skating". Addendum 2: As of ██/██/2023, SCP-6104 no longer varies in rules from game to game. All further recordings show "High-Arts Combat Skating", and only mildly vary in which teams compete. Researchers have been unable to coerce SCP-6104 into creating variations of ice-skating via audio, video, and electrical stimuli. Footnotes 1. Firearms are usually carried by the team's designated medical staff as a form of euthanasia. 2. A character class is a commonly seen set of archetypes in many digital games and role-playing games. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6104" by dton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6104. Licensed under CC-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-6105 | euclid | Item#: 6105 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force(s) [REDACTED] Simeon Lorne Dr. Jakub Roenheart N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6105 is to be given one meal per day, including 2 vitamin D tablets, along with a children's book. No servers or documents are to be kept on site or around SCP-6105. Personnel are prohibited from interacting with SCP-6105. SCP-6105's containment chamber is to be in complete darkness and routine checks are to be done using infrared cameras brought by research and security staff upon their arrival to the site. All equipment brought on-site is to be removed from site at the end of the day. Previous Containment Procedures Back Special Containment Procedures: Under no circumstances should SCP-6105 become aware that there are other SCPs. It must believe it is the only anomaly. Gamma 13 is separated into 2 teams. Team 1 are assigned to SCP-6105's containment cell; Team 2 to the site's database. Both teams will always be in contact with each other, especially in the event of a containment breach, to prevent SCP-6105 from gaining access to information about its environment. To maintain the illusion that SCP-6105 is the only anomaly, do not use the term SCP within 25m of its containment cell. When inside this area refer to SCP-6105 as 'The Anomaly'. When outside of its range continue using the SCP designation. To minimise risk of an escape attempt, SCP-6105 is to be read assortments of information (no-matter how redundant) on an hourly basis, for 15 minutes at a time without fail. Repeated information and/or lies must not be told to to SCP-6105 as it will become agitated and urged to escape. Should a breach of these rules occur, staff are to alert the assigned security teams. In the event of a containment breach. Humanoid Site-6 is to go into immediate lockdown to prevent SCP-6105 learning of the Site's Location. BODYCAM FOOTAGE OF SCP-6105 TAMPERING WITH RESEARCHER'S COMPUTER. Description: SCP-6105 takes the appearance of a Caucasian teenager. It wears a suit and a face mask, neither of which are branded. It speaks with a comprehensible British accent. If provoked or starved of information to a certain extent, SCP-6105 will transport itself to the nearest focal point of knowledge. SCP-6105 also possesses a form of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Personality will vary from a scared child to a perceptive manipulator. Mood swings are frequent and should be approached with caution. Discovery: SCP-6105 was discovered in Derby, United Kingdom on 6/10/2004. The local news reported consistent school test results of 100% for the student - the foundation learned about this and sent an agent to investigate. The anomaly had special properties but did not seem anomalous enough to warrant containment. However, the anomaly was found at the home of said agent later in the day, attempting to breach into their foundation file. It was detained by the agent and later taken into containment by foundation personnel. SCP-6105 was questioned, yet the interview provided little insight and afterwards SCP-6105 fled. Addendum 01: Interview 1 Back Interviewed: SCP-6105 Date is 27/4/2005 Interviewer: Dr. Jakub Roenheart <Begin Log> Dr Roenheart- Hello. My name is Dr Roenheart, but feel free to call me Jakub. For the foreseeable future, I'm going to be visiting you and asking you questions - getting to know you and the like. So, I’ll start with a simple one. Do you have a name? SCP-6105- I have a name. I know you’ve told me yours, but I don't want to tell you mine. I need to go back. I have things I ought to be doing. Besides, this place you've taken me to is nothing like anything I've seen before. Huh, I've been in that room for days and it doesn't even have a proper bed. Dr Roenheart- Ah, now that’s a start, we can get you a new bed sorted right away. Could let you pick from a few spares we have. SCP-6105- That's not the point. As I said, I have things I need to be doing. You giving me a new bed, no matter how nice, doesn't hide the fact that I'm being kept captive. Dr Roenheart- Okay, so tell me. What is it you want to be back to? It sounds important and I'm sure that I could assist you, but you need to be more cooperative. By not answering my questions, it’s going to make my life harder and by proxy yours. SCP-6105- Well… Yes, fine. I need to find something. Something important, hence why I was in Derby. I sensed it, and would have already found it, had it not been for you people intervening. Dr Roenheart- What was it you sensed? And why were you at that school? I must be right in assuming you were going there for a reason - other than for receiving an education, that is. SCP-6105- As I said previously, I don't know what I was looking for. You all stopped me before I could figure that out. As for the school, that is where I sensed it. Though I also sensed something else. I felt as if, for once, I… was being searched for. Like I was being hunted. I suppose spending time in that school amongst other people provided a little comfort from that. Dr Roenheart- I see. Thank you for that. Now, say if I were to go back - could I possibly help find what you were looking for? Whatever it is, it sounds extremely valuable. SCP-6105- Hmmm. Well, I knew too little to make any real findings myself, so I doubt you could make any progress, even if I were to help. I wish I knew more, I really do. Dr Roenheart- That’s alright, no need to worry. I’ll do my best to get this all sorted for you soon enough. Hey, would you like some water? SCP-6105- That would be nice. Dr Roenheart knocks on the door and gestures to two men outside. Dr Roenheart- Hodges, if you could please get me a cup of water, the fountain is down the hall. SCP-6105- Thank you again, Jakub. Dr Roenheart-Look, I'm here to help. My only concern is for the safety of the people around me. Agent Hodges over there will be back in second, so let's get back on topic. Someone was sent to meet you at the school. Do you remember? SCP-6105- Yes, Richard his name was. Around 6'2, Caucasian, dark hair, beard, brown eyes. He wore a suit, had a golden molar, and a slight limp in his left leg. Said he was from the local college. Dr Roenheart- Yeah, that's him alright. God, you really do have an extraordinary memory. The guard returns and places the cup of water on the table. SCP-6105- Thank you, agent. He flicks a stern look at Dr Roenheart, who proceeds to clear his throat. Dr Roenheart- So what did Richard tell you? SCP-6105- He asked me to take a test, saying he would pay me for it. Then he handed me a thick pile of paper, littered with questions from practically the entire school curriculum. Dr Roenheart- And how did you perform? That sure is a lot for one person. SCP-6105- It was alright, though it did take a while. And no, I don't know how I did. Do you? Are you with the college? Dr Roenheart- You could say that, yes - my boss asked me to talk with you, just as he asked Richard. Now, if I may, I'd like to ask you another question. However, if you're unable to answer, we can continue at another time. We found you in the apartment that Richard was staying in. Why were you there? SCP-6105- Yeah, maybe not. Dr Roenheart- That's fine. I'll see you again in a few days. <End Log> Addendum 02: Interview 2 Back Interviewed: SCP-6105 Date is 9/5/2005 Interviewer: Dr. Jakub Roenheart <Begin Log> Dr Roenheart- Hello again. I suppose we'll go ahead and continue where we left off. SCP-6105- I'd rather not, if that's alright with you. Dr Roenheart- Well, I'm sorry, but I can't properly help you unless you help me first. Now, I'm sure you remember the question I asked. SCP-6105- He didn't pay me is all. Naturally, I went to see if he had any valuables at home for me instead. Dr Roenheart- And by chance, did you find any? SCP-6105- I think so. He had such strange things in his apartment, especially for a school recruiter, or so he calls himself. Lots of his things looked expensive and rare. Dr Roenheart- Did you take anything? SCP-6105- Not before you stopped me. You said you were with the college - you should know this. Dr Roenheart- I'm just making sure you remember. Breaking and entering is a serious crime and could land you a hefty fine, you know. SCP-6105- Jakub, Can I ask you a question? Dr Roenheart- If you make it quick. SCP-6105- This is not a college. Far from it. There are armed guards patrolling long, grey and undecorated corridors. As far as I'm concerned, colleges don't keep their students detained in unfurnished prison cells. You're not a college, so what are you? Dr Roenheart- Yes, I think we're done here. Agent Hodges, kindly escort this young man back to his room. <End Log> Addendum 03: Interview 3 Back Interviewed: SCP-6105 Date is 10/5/2005 Interviewer: Dr. Jakub Roenheart <Begin Log> The interview room has armed security inside SCP-6105- So, you caught me. What now? I want out of here, so if you just let me go, you'd never see my face again. Dr Roenheart- You were found in the site's server room, why? SCP-6105- As I said, I want out. Dr Roenheart- You had been looking in the documents for site personnel. If you want us to even consider listening to you from now on, we need to know what you saw. SCP-6105- Alright. You… are Jakub Christopher Roenheart, born 1978 in Prague, Czechia as a brother of three. You moved to England in 1996, where you worked as a psychologist at Cambridge University. You were pronounced dead in 2001. And now you're here. Yes, I read your file. Now let me go. Dr Roenheart- Such a shame. You have just openly threatened me, so I have no choice now but to deem you as a danger to myself and the people around me. You cannot leave, and you can be sure as hell you're not getting your hands on that again. SCP-6105 becomes visibly agitated. SCP-6105- I didn't asked to come here. I was never given a choice. I don't deserve to be here, and you have no right keeping me here, its inhumane, its wrong. Dr Roenheart- That means nothing now. I've told you, you have to stay. I can't have you digging up intel and blackmailing people, or anything similar. You are a thief, a criminal. You would have ended up in a prison cell soon enough anyway. SCP-6105- This is worse than a prison cell; It feels closer to solitary confinement. I'm the only prisoner. You completely cut me off from the outside world with no warning and are now expecting me to live like this for the rest of my life? Nobody could deserve this. Dr Roenheart- It's not as simple as what you've done, instead what you can do. You have proven yourself a danger and thus need to be contained. SCP-6105- That's what you think. Get your notepad Doc, I've got something important to say. As Dr Roenheart reaches for his notepad, SCP-6105 disappears. <End Log> Addendum 04: Interview 4 Back Interviewed: SCP-6105 Date is 16/10/2005 Interviewer: Dr. Jakub Roenheart <Begin Log> Dr Roenheart- Hello 'Anomaly', it's been a while. I'm quite surprised you're still here honestly, after all that talk of escape. But anyhow, I'd like to start with a simple conversation about what you know. SCP-6105- I don't want to talk. I never wanted to talk to you. You're going to make me stay here forever, aren't you? You… never even gave me a bed. Dr Roenheart- As I have said time and time again, what you need is to be more cooperative. If you're not going to, there's not much I am willing to do to help you. SCP-6105- Ah, but you've never genuinely considered helping me, have you? Other than you, the only company I have are the disembodied voices, droning to me day in and day out, telling me useless information. You're all aware of my condition, and you're doing the bare minimum to keep it from causing harm. To you I'm just an experiment - never did my wellbeing ever cross your mind. Dr Roenheart- I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about. SCP-6105- Like hell you do! All you've ever wanted was to learn how I work, how to take away my abilities or use me as some kind of weapon. Dr Roenheart- I need you to calm down. This agitation is going to get us nowhere. SCP-6105 ignores Dr Roenheart. SCP-6105- Just because I have something you don't, you sick twisted people assume that you can hold me captive and treat me however you please? Dr Roenheart- We know exactly what you're doing, and let me tell you - your manipulation has zero effect. So, could you please stop embarrassing yourself and save me the time. You would have been left alone if you hadn't followed Richard home. You were deemed anomalous yet not worth containing, but you knew that. You also thought you could outsmart us, take what we know for yourself and move on. SCP-6105 leans forward. SCP-6105- So, you do know. Yes, I had hoped that agent of yours would be keeping some files at home. The moment he approached me, I could sense the presence of valuable information. Dr Roenheart- Did you come here by choice, then? It seems unlikely that, with your mind, you could have let that happen mistakenly. Is it truly just information that you're after? SCP-6105- And I'm expected to answer that? You already know so much about me - you've taken so much from me, and yet in return I receive nothing but deception. Damn it, I wasn't joking about the bed either. It's not in the slightest bit comfortable - have you ever used a bed in one of the cells? It's inhumane. Dr Roenheart- So talk. If you really do have anything of worth to say, then I promise I will consider taking the time to get you a new bed. SCP-6105- And if I refuse? Dr Roenheart- Then we're done. We never see each other again. Should you refuse it's clear that you're beyond help. SCP-6105- Alright, I'll speak. See, I don't actually know where I came from. I've never forgotten a single thing throughout my life, so it must be something I just can't know. My body has always wanted normal, humanly things: to eat, sleep, maintain physical health; my mind is what makes me special. Somehow I can just find things - information - important, valuable information. That ability lead me here, and yes, I don't know where here is, but I do know very well that it holds something I want. Dr Roenheart- So, how does this knack for finding valuable information work? Do you have any control over what you look for? Is it a case of your mind telling you where to look and you acting upon that? SCP-6105- Well, as I know you are well aware of, I can put myself in places - teleportation, to an extent. I do that part myself. The drawback is that, to do so, I have to know where it can be done effectively. Like I said, my mind can sense when I'm in proximity to valuable information - or someone who holds it. This information you're having fed to me, however, suppresses that sense - that innate craving for information. Dr Roenheart- Good. Now, you've made it evident that you can remember everything and anything, down to the slightest detail. Surely, given you had been loose in the world prior to us finding you, you must already collected a great deal of information. I can imagine that sense of yours going wild and causing you to travel the globe in search of anything and everything confidential. Ha, to think of the things you must have stored in that brain. SCP-6105- Even if I did decide to tell you, you wouldn't have near enough the brain or paper to store it. Dr Roenheart- Then if not what, why? Why do you seek this information? Better yet, what do you intend to do when there is nothing left to learn? SCP-6105- Now, telling you that would put me in jeopardy. All you can know is that I do not want to succeed. Success is failure - the goal is the mission itself. Dr Roenheart- How poetic. But jeopardy? What could you have to fear, knowing quite right we don't intend to harm you? Given your situation, I don't see why wouldn't just give up. SCP-6105-It's not that simple, no. I can't stop, I have no choice but to keep going. I have my reasons and they are mine alone. Dr Roenheart-Well, I must thank you for your somewhat co-operative attitude today; however, you have led me at a dead end. I have no other choice - Action must be taken to see if you are threat or not. SCP-6105-I am not a threat. I want to be helped it's just… difficult for me. Dr Roenheart-If you want my help then I need the full story. We both have our own goals to accomplish and I need your help to accomplish mine. I'll talk to you again as soon as I can. <End Log> Addendum 05: Interview 5 Back Interviewed: SCP-6105 Date is 18/10/2005 Interviewer: Dr. Jakub Roenheart <Begin Log> SCP-6105 shows signs of distress. SCP-6105- What is it? What do you need? Dr Roenheart- Simply put, I need you to tell me what happens when you finish your mission. SCP-6105- I can do that for you. Yes, I will tell you. But, in return, I need to learn what I came here to learn - What I believe I was searching for at that school. I need to know what this place is, and who you people are. I cannot stand another day within these walls, held so close to information which I can sense the significance of so clearly, yet just out of reach from it. The voices are driving me insane. Dr Roenheart- The information you speak of is highly classified. But- SCP-6105- Then why did you bother asking? You knew I would want something in return. Dr Roenheart- I wasn't finished. Despite knowing that I must remain professional at all times, I feel some sympathy towards you. I can tell you a little, but know that this will probably be the last time we speak. You are currently located in Humanoid Site-6. In this place we secure and contain humanoid anomalies, such as yourself. I represent the SCP foundation, and our job is to contain and secure all forms of anomalies for various reasons. Anomalies are referred to by us as SCPs. Except you - as you are aware, we wanted you to think you were alone, which is why we call you 'Anomaly'. You wouldn't tell us what you wanted, so we told you that you were the only one. We believed that if you came into contact with someone more like you, your desire for knowledge would cause you to seek information from beings with the capabilities of destroying life as we know it. You would comply with them, as the knowledge they could provide would be more valuable to you than what any humanity could possess. We could not allow that to happen. SCP-6105- But now you've told me. What makes you think I won't follow through with your superstitions? Dr Roenheart- I've been assured that my superiors have arranged a reorganisation of sorts, likely for both of us. Now. I've done my part, it's time you do yours. SCP-6105 grits its teeth. SCP-6105- Fine. I want to know more, at any cost. It's like part of my nature - an uncontrollable urge. If I don't learn new things, and have my mind constantly active processing fresh information, I become pained beyond your understanding. In the event of knowing everything, I do not think my mind will let me rest. I cannot comprehend that there would be nothing left to know. I know that I could become a threat if pushed to such a point. I imagine I would kill to find information that doesn't exist. Though, maybe what you are doing is right, keeping my mind happy until my body passes away. We are separate after all, and it's as if I am a vessel for this unquenchable knowledge-consuming force. Dr Roenheart- I see. That does sounds like a horrible life to live. SCP-6105- But, its not right. I shouldn't punish myself for something that I have no control over. The knowledge you hold here could feed for generations, and could at the very least remove the need for you to be feeding me redundant information everyday. I deserve to know. It's the only reason I exist. Dr Roenheart- I understand how you feel, but I can no longer help you. I've already told you more than you are permitted to. SCP-6105- What's going to happen to me? Dr Roenheart- I don't know. Something will, I'm sure. Most likely outcome is you'll be put somewhere more secure. I'm sorry. SCP-6105-I see you have taken a risk in helping me. Thank you, I will not forget this. I.. I will try and get better. <End Log> Additional Notes (Edited by Director Lorne): Dr Roenheart has conducted himself poorly and will be taking a leave of absence. Upon his return he will be re-assigned. SCP-6105 will remain at an undisclosed location until further notice. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6105" by Lukelele, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6105. Licensed under CC-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: scp6633.jpg Name: 6105 Author: Lukelele License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-6105/scp6633.jpg |
SCP-6106 | keter | dxvi SCP-6106 — Bibliophobia by dxvi there doesn't seem to be anyone around For more, please see my author page. SCiPNET REMOTE ACCESS ------ ------ Accessing SCP-6106 documentation. Please wait. Item#: 6106 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6106 is currently uncontained and its whereabouts are unknown. Alexandra.AIC is to scan the Foundation database daily for SCP-6106 manifestation. All Foundation librarians and archivists are to be instructed on the nature of SCP-6106. In advance of containment, an isolation chamber has been constructed at ground level at Site-19. The chamber is a hemisphere of radius 20m, with a safe fixed to the ground at the centre. If SCP-6106 is contained, it and its host medium are immediately to be transported to the isolation chamber and locked in the safe. Security cameras are to maintain unbroken sight of the safe at all times. No text media or computer equipment of any kind are to be brought within 100m of SCP-6106 at any time. Until SCP-6106 is contained, Foundation librarians and archivists are not permitted to consult site archives alone or out of sight of security cameras. Site archives must remain well lit at all times. Description: SCP-6106 is an ambush predator of indeterminate mass and shape. Its hunting method is to change its shape and appearance to camouflage itself as a piece of text, usually an additional page(s) in a book or a web page on a website, matching the style and voice of the host medium..SCP-6106 seems to prefer encyclopedias and other factual compendia, such as textbooks, although it has also inhabited works of fiction. It then remains dormant for extended periods of time, until a victim reads SCP-6106..Victims will typically find SCP-6106 interesting and compelling, but this effect appears to be non-anomalous. If at any point a victim is left alone and unsupervised while reading SCP-6106, they will be suddenly and swiftly devoured by SCP-6106, and the victim's body will disappear into whatever medium SCP-6106 is inhabiting..It is unclear how SCP-6106 can overpower and swallow its prey despite the limited size of its favoured hiding places; for example, SCP-6106 has consumed fully grown human beings while inhabiting small paperback books. Without exception, no trace of the victim has been left after an attack by SCP-6106. SCP-6106 displays at least some sentience, although the extent of its knowledge and understanding is uncertain. It has never been documented to attack anyone who was accompanied or otherwise under visual supervision, although victims have been heard and recorded on audio equipment screaming as they are devoured. If observers express suspicion about SCP-6106's hiding spot, or if it determines that it will have better chances of finding victims elsewhere, it appears to 'leap' or 'escape' into a suitable nearby host medium. For example, it may enter into a neighbouring book or leap from a book to a computer (or vice versa). It appears to be able to 'leap' up to 10 metres (see Special Containment Procedures, above), but greater locomotion cannot be ruled out. A current list of media that have hosted SCP-6106 is as follows: Host medium Location Approx. time spent Suspected death toll The Bible St ██████'s Church, ██████████████████, England unknown – 2002 Unknown Gray's Anatomy (hardback) ██████████████████, England 2002 – 2004 1 Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code (paperback) ██████████, Scotland 2004 – September 2007 2 J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (paperback) █████████, England September 2007 – November 2007 1 J. G. Ballard, The Atrocity Exhibition (paperback) █████████, England 2 weeks in November 2007 1 Encyclopedia Britannica, 11th edition █████████ University Library, England 2007 – 2020 3 Electronic catalogue of █████████ University Library, England █████████ University Library, England 2020 – 2022 18 Wikipedia article entitled ‘█████████’ Wikipedia Nil 0, detected and automatically blocked by Alexandra.aic Bulbapedia article entitled ‘█████████ (Pokémon)’ Bulbapedia (Pokémon fan wiki) Nil 0, detected and automatically blocked by Alexandra.aic The text SCP-6106 adopts as camouflage is invariably highly informative about SCP-6106. For example, when it inhabited Wikipedia, it appeared as a clear and helpful article about SCP-6106, entitled ‘█████████’, while in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, it appeared as a Care of Magical Creatures lesson about SCP-6106 given by the character Rubeus Hagrid. There are currently two leading hypotheses for this behaviour: Its self-referential text is analogous to coloration in a non-anomalous animal — in other words, SCP-6106 has no control over the process, and it simply 'looks like' a description of itself; or SCP-6106 is not merely sentient but sapient, and enjoys taunting its victims before consuming them. Notably, the camouflage is so informative about SCP-6106 that it routinely includes information that would be unknown to the purported author of the host medium, such as detailed facts about its whereabouts and history. Although this feature could allow an observer to detect SCP-6106 by its anomalous detail, its main consequence is that a piece of text with a helpful and informative description of SCP-6106 is likely to be SCP-6106 itself. However, by the time the reader realizes this, it is usually far too late. You have been inactive for 5 minutes. You have been inactive for 10 minutes. You will be logged out in 5 minutes. You have been inactive for 14 minutes. You will be logged out in 1 minute. You have been logged out due to inactivity. Thank you for accessing SCiPNet. More From This Author More From This Author dxvi's Works SCPs SCP-6182 (+123) • SCP-6516 (+82) • SCP-6063 (+259) • Tales/GoI Formats The Demonstration (+21) • Other dxvi's author page (+46) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6106" by dxvi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6106. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Infobox quote from 'I Think We're Alone Now', songwriter Ritchie Cordell. |
SCP-6106 | uncontained | dxvi SCP-6106 — Bibliophobia by dxvi there doesn't seem to be anyone around For more, please see my author page. SCiPNET REMOTE ACCESS ------ ------ Accessing SCP-6106 documentation. Please wait. Item#: 6106 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6106 is currently uncontained and its whereabouts are unknown. Alexandra.AIC is to scan the Foundation database daily for SCP-6106 manifestation. All Foundation librarians and archivists are to be instructed on the nature of SCP-6106. In advance of containment, an isolation chamber has been constructed at ground level at Site-19. The chamber is a hemisphere of radius 20m, with a safe fixed to the ground at the centre. If SCP-6106 is contained, it and its host medium are immediately to be transported to the isolation chamber and locked in the safe. Security cameras are to maintain unbroken sight of the safe at all times. No text media or computer equipment of any kind are to be brought within 100m of SCP-6106 at any time. Until SCP-6106 is contained, Foundation librarians and archivists are not permitted to consult site archives alone or out of sight of security cameras. Site archives must remain well lit at all times. Description: SCP-6106 is an ambush predator of indeterminate mass and shape. Its hunting method is to change its shape and appearance to camouflage itself as a piece of text, usually an additional page(s) in a book or a web page on a website, matching the style and voice of the host medium..SCP-6106 seems to prefer encyclopedias and other factual compendia, such as textbooks, although it has also inhabited works of fiction. It then remains dormant for extended periods of time, until a victim reads SCP-6106..Victims will typically find SCP-6106 interesting and compelling, but this effect appears to be non-anomalous. If at any point a victim is left alone and unsupervised while reading SCP-6106, they will be suddenly and swiftly devoured by SCP-6106, and the victim's body will disappear into whatever medium SCP-6106 is inhabiting..It is unclear how SCP-6106 can overpower and swallow its prey despite the limited size of its favoured hiding places; for example, SCP-6106 has consumed fully grown human beings while inhabiting small paperback books. Without exception, no trace of the victim has been left after an attack by SCP-6106. SCP-6106 displays at least some sentience, although the extent of its knowledge and understanding is uncertain. It has never been documented to attack anyone who was accompanied or otherwise under visual supervision, although victims have been heard and recorded on audio equipment screaming as they are devoured. If observers express suspicion about SCP-6106's hiding spot, or if it determines that it will have better chances of finding victims elsewhere, it appears to 'leap' or 'escape' into a suitable nearby host medium. For example, it may enter into a neighbouring book or leap from a book to a computer (or vice versa). It appears to be able to 'leap' up to 10 metres (see Special Containment Procedures, above), but greater locomotion cannot be ruled out. A current list of media that have hosted SCP-6106 is as follows: Host medium Location Approx. time spent Suspected death toll The Bible St ██████'s Church, ██████████████████, England unknown – 2002 Unknown Gray's Anatomy (hardback) ██████████████████, England 2002 – 2004 1 Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code (paperback) ██████████, Scotland 2004 – September 2007 2 J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (paperback) █████████, England September 2007 – November 2007 1 J. G. Ballard, The Atrocity Exhibition (paperback) █████████, England 2 weeks in November 2007 1 Encyclopedia Britannica, 11th edition █████████ University Library, England 2007 – 2020 3 Electronic catalogue of █████████ University Library, England █████████ University Library, England 2020 – 2022 18 Wikipedia article entitled ‘█████████’ Wikipedia Nil 0, detected and automatically blocked by Alexandra.aic Bulbapedia article entitled ‘█████████ (Pokémon)’ Bulbapedia (Pokémon fan wiki) Nil 0, detected and automatically blocked by Alexandra.aic The text SCP-6106 adopts as camouflage is invariably highly informative about SCP-6106. For example, when it inhabited Wikipedia, it appeared as a clear and helpful article about SCP-6106, entitled ‘█████████’, while in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, it appeared as a Care of Magical Creatures lesson about SCP-6106 given by the character Rubeus Hagrid. There are currently two leading hypotheses for this behaviour: Its self-referential text is analogous to coloration in a non-anomalous animal — in other words, SCP-6106 has no control over the process, and it simply 'looks like' a description of itself; or SCP-6106 is not merely sentient but sapient, and enjoys taunting its victims before consuming them. Notably, the camouflage is so informative about SCP-6106 that it routinely includes information that would be unknown to the purported author of the host medium, such as detailed facts about its whereabouts and history. Although this feature could allow an observer to detect SCP-6106 by its anomalous detail, its main consequence is that a piece of text with a helpful and informative description of SCP-6106 is likely to be SCP-6106 itself. However, by the time the reader realizes this, it is usually far too late. You have been inactive for 5 minutes. You have been inactive for 10 minutes. You will be logged out in 5 minutes. You have been inactive for 14 minutes. You will be logged out in 1 minute. You have been logged out due to inactivity. Thank you for accessing SCiPNet. More From This Author More From This Author dxvi's Works SCPs SCP-6182 (+123) • SCP-6516 (+82) • SCP-6063 (+259) • Tales/GoI Formats The Demonstration (+21) • Other dxvi's author page (+46) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6106" by dxvi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6106. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Infobox quote from 'I Think We're Alone Now', songwriter Ritchie Cordell. |
SCP-6107 | esoteric-class | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file manifested unauthorized on the SCP Database on 23/03/1959. It was removed to preserve security but has since been restored unaltered to its former position on 22 Dec 2024 23:25. ALL INFORMATION BEYOND THIS POINT SHOULD BE RECEIVED AS FICTITIOUS UNLESS PROVEN OTHERWISE — Dr. Lehmer, Director Item#: 6107 Level1 Secondary Class: declassified Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Acute Dermal Transference Patient (31) Note the characteristic dermal incisors and epidermal abrasions. Winifred Ciebrum (1894-1952) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6107 is a well-known aspect of human biology, and therefore cannot be effectively contained at this time. At the time of writing, the best course of action with regards to SCP-6107 is to increase public knowledge and acceptance, as well as to further research its properties. Description: SCP-6107, colloquially termed "the integumentary system", is a natural and essential organ system most commonly found in human anatomy. SCP-6107's main function is to act as a barrier to the external environment, as well as to restrain the internal environment. The first layer of SCP-6107 (the epidermis) is comprised of soft, waterproof tissue that structures the individual’s topmost features. The epidermis moves independently of the layers beneath it, often granting it autonomy. Common epidermal conditions, such as Houston’s Lip, Bullababel, and frontal hemorrhaging can be significantly linked to epidermal weakness. The second layer of SCP-6107 (the dermis) harbors connective tissue, sweat glands, and hair follicles. The dermis possesses a unique morphology to that of the epidermal face, a semi-pliable structure, and is capable of independent movement from all other layers, however, this can usually only be observed in extreme cases of dermal transference1. Recalcitrant dermises are especially prevalent in young adults and the elderly- common signs include bristling hair and palpitations under the jawbone and ribs. The third layer of SCP-6107 (the hypodermis) contains firm connective tissue and fat. Very few living hypodermal specimens have been recorded in the modern era, with the exception of the medical miracle Winifred Ciebrum. With her cooperation, her image has been added to this page. As is visible, the hypodermis, while alive, displays rapid tension and distention, a quality similar to running water. Common hypodermal illnesses include hypodermal transference, Ciebrum’s Skull, and aortal zeal. The fourth and final layer of SCP-6107 (the cadermis) is a mass of cartilage, bone, and other solid matrices. The cadermis, in opposition to the other layers, is static, and possibly non-sentient. It appears as a human form, however, petrified in an expression of distress. Given its form, it has been proposed that the cadermis is flexible at birth and quickly solidifies within the following weeks. Historical Acknowledgements: Event Description Fort Worth, Texas - Mayoral Election of 1886 Bill Skinner, who at the time was running for Fort Worth Mayor, began exhibiting severe symptoms of chronic epidermal recession during the late stages of the election. Disregarding the Fort Worth pharmacist, doctor, and his wife, Mr. Skinner proceeded onto the final runoff election, where he collapsed due to loss of blood. Mr. Skinner's competitor, H.S. Broiles won the mayoral election. Mr. Skinner passed one week after this incident. Omaha, Nebraska - The Missing Tapestries of 1910 An assemblage of unidentified cases of an acute epidermal recession disorder render approximately 100 civilians hospitalized and, shortly after, deceased. All victims of this unidentified disorder were monitored for several days after death, however, their epidermis never resurfaced during this period- an abnormal quality for the majority of epidermal disorders. Nearly all of the fatalities were located on the same street, Warbler St., the only survivors of this event were members of the Cole family. Their children hold no knowledge of the event. London - The Caterwaul Orphanage Murder of 1927 Catherine Wright, a previous orphan at the Caterwaul Orphanage in London, was born with embryonic cadermis syndrome, rendering her eyes, mouth, and ears useless. She survived for 14 years being fed through carved holes in her cadermis. On her 14th birthday, Ms. Wright murdered a fellow orphan, seemingly unprovoked. Ms. Wright was charged and found guilty but was found dead in her cell 11 days proceeding her birthday. The official cause of death was determined to be starvation. Footnotes 1. for more, see the Albrine case study of 1967 |
SCP-6107 | uncontained | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file manifested unauthorized on the SCP Database on 23/03/1959. It was removed to preserve security but has since been restored unaltered to its former position on 22 Dec 2024 23:25. ALL INFORMATION BEYOND THIS POINT SHOULD BE RECEIVED AS FICTITIOUS UNLESS PROVEN OTHERWISE — Dr. Lehmer, Director Item#: 6107 Level1 Secondary Class: declassified Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Acute Dermal Transference Patient (31) Note the characteristic dermal incisors and epidermal abrasions. Winifred Ciebrum (1894-1952) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6107 is a well-known aspect of human biology, and therefore cannot be effectively contained at this time. At the time of writing, the best course of action with regards to SCP-6107 is to increase public knowledge and acceptance, as well as to further research its properties. Description: SCP-6107, colloquially termed "the integumentary system", is a natural and essential organ system most commonly found in human anatomy. SCP-6107's main function is to act as a barrier to the external environment, as well as to restrain the internal environment. The first layer of SCP-6107 (the epidermis) is comprised of soft, waterproof tissue that structures the individual’s topmost features. The epidermis moves independently of the layers beneath it, often granting it autonomy. Common epidermal conditions, such as Houston’s Lip, Bullababel, and frontal hemorrhaging can be significantly linked to epidermal weakness. The second layer of SCP-6107 (the dermis) harbors connective tissue, sweat glands, and hair follicles. The dermis possesses a unique morphology to that of the epidermal face, a semi-pliable structure, and is capable of independent movement from all other layers, however, this can usually only be observed in extreme cases of dermal transference1. Recalcitrant dermises are especially prevalent in young adults and the elderly- common signs include bristling hair and palpitations under the jawbone and ribs. The third layer of SCP-6107 (the hypodermis) contains firm connective tissue and fat. Very few living hypodermal specimens have been recorded in the modern era, with the exception of the medical miracle Winifred Ciebrum. With her cooperation, her image has been added to this page. As is visible, the hypodermis, while alive, displays rapid tension and distention, a quality similar to running water. Common hypodermal illnesses include hypodermal transference, Ciebrum’s Skull, and aortal zeal. The fourth and final layer of SCP-6107 (the cadermis) is a mass of cartilage, bone, and other solid matrices. The cadermis, in opposition to the other layers, is static, and possibly non-sentient. It appears as a human form, however, petrified in an expression of distress. Given its form, it has been proposed that the cadermis is flexible at birth and quickly solidifies within the following weeks. Historical Acknowledgements: Event Description Fort Worth, Texas - Mayoral Election of 1886 Bill Skinner, who at the time was running for Fort Worth Mayor, began exhibiting severe symptoms of chronic epidermal recession during the late stages of the election. Disregarding the Fort Worth pharmacist, doctor, and his wife, Mr. Skinner proceeded onto the final runoff election, where he collapsed due to loss of blood. Mr. Skinner's competitor, H.S. Broiles won the mayoral election. Mr. Skinner passed one week after this incident. Omaha, Nebraska - The Missing Tapestries of 1910 An assemblage of unidentified cases of an acute epidermal recession disorder render approximately 100 civilians hospitalized and, shortly after, deceased. All victims of this unidentified disorder were monitored for several days after death, however, their epidermis never resurfaced during this period- an abnormal quality for the majority of epidermal disorders. Nearly all of the fatalities were located on the same street, Warbler St., the only survivors of this event were members of the Cole family. Their children hold no knowledge of the event. London - The Caterwaul Orphanage Murder of 1927 Catherine Wright, a previous orphan at the Caterwaul Orphanage in London, was born with embryonic cadermis syndrome, rendering her eyes, mouth, and ears useless. She survived for 14 years being fed through carved holes in her cadermis. On her 14th birthday, Ms. Wright murdered a fellow orphan, seemingly unprovoked. Ms. Wright was charged and found guilty but was found dead in her cell 11 days proceeding her birthday. The official cause of death was determined to be starvation. Footnotes 1. for more, see the Albrine case study of 1967 |
SCP-6108 | euclid | Item#: 6108 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Coming Soon - Malvarik ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Special Containment Procedures: All residents of Greenhart, Wyoming have been relocated to nearby municipalities under the pretense of natural gas leaks throughout the town. The immediate area around SCP-6108 has been fenced off and all exits and entrances have been equipped with motion sensors and surveillance cameras. As of 3/16/2022, no entity has left the store and SCP-6108-1 has assured Foundation personnel that staff are incapable of exiting into our baseline reality. However, as per the Department of Extraversal Affairs'1 regulations, all current safety procedures will be upheld for the foreseeable future. To avoid SCP-6108 relocating to a more highly populated area due to financial instability, plain-clothes Foundation personnel are to be sent in routinely to shop in SCP-6108 and buy any goods they deem potentially beneficial for Foundation research. Description: SCP-6108 is the designation given to "Schlemo's Wholesale," a chain of big-box retail stores operating across an unquantifiable amount of realities. The products sold by Schlemo's are a mixture of the anomalous, normal household items, and the thaumaturgic.2 The chain operates on a membership system, allowing anyone that signs up for "Schlemo's Club" to browse and purchase these products from the store at their leisure. Any currency can be used at the store, so long as it is considered a legal tender in that universe. The store is staffed by both extraterrestrial humanoids and normal humans, the former seemingly outnumbering the latter. The owner, identified as SCP-6108-1 or "Schlemo", is one such extraterrestrial inhabitant. SCP-6108-1 has never been seen on the store floor, instead communicating with both employees and guests over the store-wide intercom. Despite their voice consisting of apparent mumbles and gibberish, listeners will be able to fully comprehend them. SCP-6108-1 asserts he is able to simultaneously observe and communicate with all store locations across the multiverse. SCP-6108-1's erratic behavior makes predicting the store owner's actions exceptionally difficult. Discovery: The store currently residing in our baseline reality can be found in Greenhart, Wyoming. After being detected entering this reality, Foundation personnel were dispatched to quarantine the area and prevent any citizens from entering the building. Securing the area proved to be of no difficulty, as Greenhart only had a population of around 300. After establishing a forward operating base outside the front entrance, Agent Lowe and Kroemer were sent to investigate the interior. Below is a transcript detailing their expedition into the store and an audio file containing an announcement from SCP-6108-1. A list of items purchased by Foundation personnel and their capabilities have also been included and will be updated as they are acquired. ▶ SCP-6108 Exploration Log 6108.1 ▼ SCP-6108 Exploration Log: Foreword: This expedition was performed on 12/11/2021 by Agent Lowe and Agent Kroemer. They were chosen due to their experience in the Department of Extraversal Affairs and their exceptional work concerning dimensional rifts. To avoid suspicion, both agents wore plain clothes, only carried standard issue sidearms, and were equipped with hidden microphones and cameras. Agent Lowe and Kroemer approach the entrance to SCP-6108 and are immediately greeted by a young Caucasian female staff member. Her name badge identifies her as "Charlotte". Charlotte: Welcome to Schlemo's Wholesale. Your Member's Card, please! Agent Lowe: We actually don't have a membership with your store… Charlotte lets out an exasperated sigh and snaps her fingers, three other staff arriving from around the corner shortly thereafter. Charlotte: You heard him, they don't have cards. You know what to do. All four staff members break out into song, the lyrics revolving mainly around what makes Schlemo's Wholesale great and why the agents should get a membership card. This lasts roughly 10 minutes and has been omitted from the records for sake of brevity. Agent Lowe: Was all of that really necessary? Agent Kroemer: I mean, I thought it was great. Charlotte: I don't make the rules, dude. Agent Kroemer: And who does? The store-wide intercom system suddenly turns on, transmitting a string of gibberish and mumbles. However, it is somehow completely understood by those that hear it. SCP-6108-1: That'd be me, Schlemo! At your service! Wait, hold on. Didn't I just talk to you two? Which universe is this? Agent Lowe: How are we supposed to know that? SCP-6108-1: How do you not know your own universe?! That's like not knowing your home address! Hold on, let me check this real quick. The sounds of papers being flipped through and books being dropped emits from the loudspeakers before SCP-6108-1 speaks again. SCP-6108-1: Alright, my mistake! That was a Lowe and Kroemer from the one right next door. Weird timing, right? I mean, alternate versions of you just found my store too! You're both a little chubbier than them, though. Especially you, Kroemer. Agent Kroemer: Hey! Agent Lowe: Can we get back to your why we're here, please? If you met us already, then you'd know we're here to investigate the premises. We need to know more about this place. SCP-6108-1: Sounds like I'll have to give you the same spiel I gave them. Follow Miss Charlotte, please. Charlotte motions for both agents to follow her before heading further into the store. The layout of the store appears to be much like wholesale retailers of this reality, products stacked on pallets in rows of large metallic shelves or in rows near the center of the facility. There appears to be no other shoppers, only idle employees cleaning their respective sections. Agent Kroemer: Y'know, this place reminds me alot of Costco. Every employee in the vicinity, including Charlotte, stops in their tracks and looks at Agent Kroemer with appalled expressions. SCP-6108-1 goes quiet for a few moments. Charlotte: Here we go… SCP-6108-1's voice becomes noticeably louder as the microphone is presumably pressed closer to his mouth. SCP-6108-1: What the fuck did you just say? Agent Kroemer: N-nothing! Just that, y'know, the store kind of reminds me of…well…Costco… SCP-6108-1: DON'T EVER BRING UP THAT PLACE HERE! SOL PRICE IS A TALENTLESS HACK THAT RAN OFF WITH MY IDEAS TO START HIS OWN STORES! Agent Lowe: Wait, hold on a minute. Are you saying that Price Club, and by extension Costco, were created by a dimension-hopping Sol Price? SCP-6108-1: They sure as hell are! Sol Price used to work for me before he decided to steal my idea and skip town! Now he jumps around to new realities, telling his counterparts the virtues of wholesale retail. Do you know how many Sol Prices out there in the Multiverse haven't founded Price Club? Zilch! Agent Lowe: Sorry if my colleague offended you. Mind if we continue the tour? SCP-6108-1: Yes, yes of course. Apologies, I get a bit heated when that place is brought up. Moving on, you can see on your left our jewelry section. Every gem is ethically sourced from deceased treasure hunters and Bakaran Blood Mines. Agent Lowe: Who's…that? Agent Lowe points towards a large-headed, blue, humanoid extraterrestrial posing nude near one of the display cases. They are covered in jewelry from head to toe, to the point that they are visibly struggling to keep their mannequin-esque pose under the weight of the decorations. SCP-6108-1: That's our jewelry stand, Harry. Isn't he great? Hardly any moving at all and there's like, at least ten pounds of jewelry there. Harry: Schlemo can I- SCP-6108-1: Mannequins don't talk Harry, silly goose! Moving onto the next section. Harry silently mouths "Help Me" to both agents as they are escorted past him. Agent Kroemer: That seems a bit…unethical, right? SCP-6108-1: Don't be a worrywart, Kroemer! We're paying him, aren't we? SCP-6108-1 momentarily speaks to someone away from the microphone. SCP-6108-1: We are paying him, right? Oh good. Nice. SCP-6108-1: Next is our hardlines, section! This is where we stock all of our electronics, home goods, and other stuff that isn't food! Feel free to take a look around. Agent Lowe approaches a large metal tube, which has a single circular opening near the top. The label above it reads, "Grom's Soul Sucker" Agent Lowe: Hey, Schlemo, what's the deal with this- Agent Lowe suddenly collapses mid-sentence as the opening in the metal tube begins sucking in what can only be described as his spirit. His horrified apparition is halfway into the machine when Charlotte steps forward and switches it off, sending Agent Lowe's soul back into his body. Agent Kroemer: Holy fuck! Lowe, you alright?! That thing was sucking up your soul, man! Agent Lowe: Cough. Cough. Yea, I know Kroemer. I was there. Mind explaining why I almost got ghostbustered, Schlemo? SCP-6108-1: Apologies! Employees are supposed to turn off the appliances before they put them on the shelves. Who's in charge of Hardlines right now? Tom, right? A terrified scream can be heard from one aisle over as a rift in space opens up overhead, sucking up a human staff member. SCP-6108-1: No pay for a week and an hour in the Hell Dimension should teach him not to leave the appliances on, that little rascal. Agent Kroemer: Again, that seems a bit unethical. SCP-6108-1: Oh he'll be fine! He doesn't need to run faster than the demons, just the last employee I sent there! Anyways, let's move onto our Bakery and Meat departments! The agents are led to the rear section of the building. Upon reaching the Bakery, both agents begin to smell something exceptionally delicious. Agent Lowe: Schlemo, what's that smell? I've never smelled anything like it. It's… Agent Kroemer: Delicious! SCP-6108-1: That's our signature pies, a homemade recipe passed down the Schlemo genus. Charlotte, take one out for our guests so they can have a sample, please. Charlotte enters the bakery for a few moments before returning with a pie contained in a plastic case. As she gets closer to the agents, they both notice something strange with the dish. Agent Lowe: Kroemer, please tell me you also see the face in the pie. Tell me I'm not crazy. Pie: Eat me. Absorb me. Agent Kroemer: Either you're not crazy or we both are. SCP-6108-1: I know, I know. Humes aren't used to our sentient flour recipe. Trust me though, once you get pass the pie's masochist desire to be devoured, it's the best damn pie you'll ever eat. Agent Lowe: Any chance we can just go to the foods section now? Think I'm fine with skipping the meat department. SCP-6108-1: Fine, fine. You'll miss out on our newest addition, the Lincoln Steak, but whatever. Agent Kroemer: What's the- Agent Lowe: Probably better not to ask. The group is led next to the foods section, specifically the aisle containing various different types of cereals and oats. Some are resident to this reality whilst others have names inscribed in alien languages. Agent Kroemer: Finally, a normal looking section. There's no way you can make cereal anom- A series of small cries for help emanate from a nearby box labeled "Cazbo's". The box shakes and for a moment appears as if it will fall over the edge of the shelf before Charlotte pushes it back. Agent Lowe: Schlemo…. SCP-6108-1: Don't tell me you guys don't have Cazbo's in your reality. It's only the most popular cereal in our store. Agent Kroemer: Not even the cereal was spared from the weirdness. Agent Lowe: I'll assume that the rest of the food aisle is about the same. How about the pharmacy, Schlemo? SCP-6108-1: Such a bore. Go ahead and take them to our pharmaceuticals, Charlotte. The agents are led past the rest of the food aisles, which appear to be stocked with a mixture of normal foods and extraversal packages. The pharmaceuticals section, surprisingly, appears much the same as its counterparts in normal wholesale retailers. Agent Kroemer: This seems normal. Way too normal. What's the catch here, Schlemo? SCP-6108-1: Catch? Why does there have to be a catch? It's all normal medications. Go on, pick up any bottle and see for yourself. Agent Lowe approaches one of the counters and picks up a small pill bottle. It reads "Schlemo's Skin Remover." SCP-6108-1: Okay, I know some humans don't shed but you can't act like it's the same for all of you across every dimension. We also have to think of our reptilian guests, y'know. Agent Lowe: I think that's enough for now. We should probably be taking our leave. SCP-6108-1: Ah c'mon, don't be like that! Hold on, just one last place. Our food court is pretty famous across the Multiverse. You have to take a look at our menu. Agent Kroemer: One last place couldn't hurt, right Lowe? Agent Lowe: Fine, show us. Charlotte leads both agents to the corner of the building across from the entrance. A small food court lays before them, a menu hanging over a line of registers. The menu only has a single item, "Chorizo Stew." Agent Kroemer: You'd think there'd be more for a extra-dimensional store… SCP-6108-1: You're only saying that because you don't know how good the Chorizo Stew is. Here, let's get you both some samples. CONSUELO! BRING THESE NICE GENTLEMEN SOME CHORIZO STEW! A series of alien screeches and gurgles emanates loudly from the kitchen behind the registers. SCP-6108-1: What do you mean 'It's still cooking'?! You've been cooking it for six years, damn it! Agent Lowe: Kroemer, I think we've seen enough. [End Log] Closing Statement: Permission for an official investigation into SCP-6108-1's claims of Sol Price's extra-dimensional knowledge is currently pending with the O5 Council. Research is also ongoing into the identity and origins of SCP-6108-1 and his enterprise, including consulting contacts in the Wanderer's Library and MC&D. Please Read Thaumaturgic Items Anomalous Items NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION All items listed in this document are to be kept in Site-99's Anomalous Items Wing under the strict supervision of the Department of Extraversal Affairs. Level 2 Clearance or higher is required to remove an item for study or testing purposes. We ask that all personnel remember that despite their apparent lack of danger, these items are still anomalous and thaumaturgic in nature, giving them an innate potential to cause bodily harm and breach security. — Henrik Flemings, Head Archivist of Site-99. Name: Fly on High! Item Description: A brand of cereal created by a company under the name of "Mcdowell's." The box describes the cereal as being enchanted by advanced sorcerers so as to give it the property of "flight." Upon opening the box the individual cereal pieces will attempt to fly away from the consumer. Having eaten one of the cereal pieces, the subject will gain the ability of flight for a short duration. Recovery Date: 1/21/22 Note: Time of flight directly correlates to the amount of cereal eaten and thus far no maximum height has been determined. However, with the loss of D-3221, it has been determined that if the user falls unconscious the wings will disappear from their person. Name: Crum's Wholesale Fertilizer Item Description: A magic-imbued brand of fertilizer with the ability to grow any type of flora despite contradicting weather conditions. Recovery Date: 1/21/22 Note: Has proved exceptionally useful with botanical projects at Site-99. A request for a more steady supply of the fertilizer from SCP-6108 is currently pending with the O5 Council. Name: Brimgo's Little Helpers Item Description: A bag of magic-imbued beans with the ability to sprout small humanoid creatures. They are advertised as capable of performing simple household tasks in unison, despite their miniature stature. However, the packaging warns against letting them exist for longer than a week. Recovery Date: 2/14/22 Note: The creatures proved exceptionally proficient with conducting simple household chores, making up for their small stature with their advanced numbers. However, they were neutralized after two weeks when it became apparent their intelligence had rapidly accelerated to the point that they'd begun making plans to cause a site breach. Name: Memory Return Item Description: A bottle of pills sold in SCP-6108's pharmaceutical section. They give the user the ability to temporarily recall any information they are experiencing difficulties remembering. Recovery Date: 2/14/22 Note: Until the side-effects of the pills have been more thoroughly researched, testing and usage of the pills is to be halted. They are exceedingly useful for helping researchers recall important info, but the ████ incident with Dr. Mendez has forced the O5 Council to reconsider their use in the facility. Name: Funyuns - Original Flavor Item Description: A seemingly normal bag of Funyuns made by Frito-Lay. However, it has the anomalous property of teleporting the consumer to a random location within two-hundred yards of their current destination. Recovery Date: 2/14/22 Note: Anomalous property was discovered when Agent Hughes, thinking the bag of Funyuns was not anomalous, consumed a single chip. He was found clinging to the top of Site-99's radio tower shortly thereafter. Name: Charybdis - High Efficiency Top Load Washer Item Description: Any alerts made by the washing machine are sent telepathically to all sentient organisms in a two mile radius. Recovery Date: 3/01/22 Note: Testing must be conducted in unpopulated areas. The first testing session, having been performed at Site-99, resulted in the amnesticization of nearly ███ civilians. Name: Jar of Raccoons Item Description: As the name implies, the item is a jar that contains an unknown amount of raccoons. Opening the jar releases the raccoons in rapid succession until the lid is secured. The packaging advertises the item as a fun and inexpensive children's toy. Recovery Date: 3/01/22 Note: A singular testing session has been conducted with this item, resulting in the maiming of a D-Class personnel. SCP-6108-1, upon being questioned on the usage of such a product, said that the Foundation just 'didn't get fun.' Name: Continuously Updating Blueprints of Site-99 Item Description: A set of blueprints that continuously change to reflect the layout of Site-99. Recovery Date: 3/15/22 Note: The O5 Council immediately ordered the buyout of all copies in the store and demanded that SCP-6108-1 stop selling the product. They agreed to stop selling it in our baseline reality, under the condition that the Foundation buy their remaining stock. 6108-1 Audio File - [00:01:29] + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript This audio file was recorded during an expedition into SCP-6108. Do not be alarmed by the automatic translating, as previously stated in this document this is an anomalous attribute of SCP-6108-1. Good morning shoppers! I’m happy to announce that our inventory has increased with the addition of two new products! I’m sure you’re asking yourself, “Schlemo, can these new items really be that exciting?” Well let me clue you in on what we’ve got in store. Heh, little shopping pun for you there. The first is the Glombo 2000, the newest iteration of everyone’s favorite Swimbli exterminator. Don’t you just hate it when you come home after a long century of space-faring and find Swimbli nesting in your home? Well, fret no longer! The Glombo 2000 has a new built-in suction port that will not only suck them up, but also those pesky little domiciles of theirs. A noise-canceling feature has also been included, making their tiny screams a thing of the past! The second is a brand new product, never before seen on the shelves. Schlemo’s Customizable Pruler! The Pruler is made specifically for you subterranean shoppers! Tired of all those nasty litterers dumping trash in your ocean? Well, with the Pruler, you can give them a little taste of their own medicine! The Pruler, after analyzing a piece of trash, will transport it via dimensional channels right back to the person that threw it there! The Pruler comes in ten different sizes, smells, colors, and tastes. Remember. Schlemo’s is the place to be, for great deals for you and me! …..and no refunds! Footnotes 1. Located in Site-99, this department oversees all matters relating to extra-dimensional locations, incidents, and items. 2. Thaumaturgic is a term used by Foundation personnel to describe items, places, or individuals with 'magical' properties. |
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You're not the guy I wanna marry anymore. There are a lot of regrets, yeah. I know there are some things I could've handled better. Some things I shouldn't have said. Lines I shouldn't have crossed. But I hope you understand that I only did it because I was scared of you. I don't like feeling cornered, and now you make me feel cornered. I wish things were different. I wish I could be the person that could handle what you need handling. I wish I could take it. I wish I had the space for you. But at the same time — meet me in the middle here — I wish you didn't yell in public. I wish you didn't start crying when I asked you not to do something. I wish you didn't tell me all that stuff about you days after we moved in together. You call me a closed off liar with a terrible secret world but what you've got in you is way worse. I always told you what I could, but you were proud of what you did. So I'm glad you're calling the whole thing off. I wish I had done it sooner. But at the same time, every time I start to miss it, I just gotta remind myself that being with you… really fucking sucked. So we're never gonna have the big proposal ever again. That's cool with me, believe me. But I hope one day, maybe in 20-30 years from now, if I ever run into you again? I hope that day, I can get on one knee and ask my own question… Are We Cool Yet? LOCK OVERRIDDEN Description: SCP-6109 collectively refers to 3 13 30 33 an unspecified number of identical skeletal remains that have been definitively proven to be those of Yehoshua Ben Yosef, the historical individual who would be mythologized as Jesus the Christ. Instances of SCP-6109 have been discovered in several locations across the world. Taken in Shingō, Aomori, Japan. On the right is an instance of SCP-6109, and on the left are the remains of an unknown woman. The remains possess the same anomalous qualities in addition to sharing physical and genetic characteristics. These include: Indestructibility; Anatomical resemblance to the pneumatic bones of avians, including hollow cavities inside osteons; Ontokinetic activity within the back of the skull; typically manifesting as a five-pointed, or star-shaped, ball of superheated gas which is visible through the eye sockets; Teeth growing out of large punctures in both palms (except for canines); Teeth growing out of large punctures in the bottom of the feet (except for canines); Instant conversion of dust into gold particles upon contact; Presence of a second, smaller ribcage inside of, and disconnected from, the larger ribcage; An ambient Akiva radiation rating of 14.43, one of the highest levels of Akiva radiation ever recorded. Though causes of death vary, each instance passed away between 2,030 and 1,997 years ago. Below is a condensed list of discovered remains, arranged roughly chronologically according to death year: Location of Discovery Approx. Year of Death Approx. Cause of Death Unmarked grave — Bethlehem, Palestine 8 BCE Markings around the skull consistent with bludgeoning. Shallow sand pit — El Matareya, Egypt 8 BCE Wear consistent with prolonged exposure to water; likely drowning. Cave — Jerusalem, Israel 27 CE Markings consistent with crucifixion; some ribs removed. Hidden temple — Qana, Lebanon 29 CE Likely illness. Shallow sand pit — Jerusalem, Israel 30 CE Broken neck; indicates hanging. Cave — Jerusalem, Israel 34 CE Markings consistent with crucifixion. Tomb, basement of St. Patrick's Cathedral — Manchester, USA 34 CE Likely illness. Buried beneath a thorn bush — Glastonbury, England 43 CE Indent in the back of the head indicates bludgeoning. Cave — Somerset, England 43 CE Burned to death; small pile of gold discovered nearby. Abandoned temple — Tsetang, Tibet 50 CE Likely illness. Remains show signs of post-mortem burn damage. Hindu cemetery — Puri, India 83 CE Likely old age. Remains show signs of post-mortem burn damage. Mineshaft — Marazion, Cornwall 90 CE Unknown. Found in a suit of chainmail and iron armor, but bears no visible damage. Tomb, basement of Salt Lake Christian Center — Salt Lake City, USA 95 CE Exposure to endocrine-disrupting chemicals; though still intact, visible decay is present throughout the skeleton. The Vatican City's Relic Recovery Office located the first 13 corpses between 1962 and 1965. Soon after the Second Vatican Council's conclusion, Pope Paul VI turned the anomaly over to the Foundation for safekeeping. The existence of further instances was unverified at the time, but because of persistent legends surrounding Yehoshua Ben Yosef's travels, further research continued up until December 1997, when the number of instances found exceeded the abilities of the designated containment team. Since then, containment has been moved from active to passive — the Foundation will investigate and acquire more manifestations of SCP-6109 if the anomaly is brought up by an outside group, but the Foundation itself will no longer actively track the anomaly. Due to the consistent rate of which SCP-6109 instances are recovered, concerns have been raised over the possibility of retrocasual manipulation. Since each cadaver is proven to belong to Yehoshua Ben Yosef, but they all appear to have died along different timelines, the fact they are all existing in the present day may suggest a temporal anomaly. Subsequently, the former containment procedures have been reenacted, with the Department of Temporal Anomalies placed in control of the project (see Special Containment Procedures). Interfering with the historical Yehoshua Ben Yosef's life is typically prohibited in temporal operations due to its significance to human history; these provisions have been suspended due to a force already taking action. Muhammad al-Taqi, a former Director of Tactical Theology, has come out of retirement to work as a Temporal agent. He was selected due to his advanced knowledge in the field of religious history, proficiency in multiple dialects of Mizrahi Hebrew and Biblical Hebrew, and previous communications with associated deities. al-Taqi will be temporally relocated approximately one day after Yehoshua Ben Yosef is crucified, in order to determine where the living SCP-6109 instances manifest, and then begin tracking them. He has been provided with rations to last one year, including reed pens and papyrus scrolls to communicate with the Foundation across time. Once al-Taqi indicates he has completed his mission, a retrieval mission will be launched. The specifics of the operation are currently under discussion. Addendum: The Vatican City's Relic Recovery Office privately investigated the home of Diana Duyser in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, after reports were filed concerning the appearance of an SCP-6109 instance in the crawlspace of her basement. The area where Diana Duyser discovered the scroll. Though the instance could not be located, a papyrus scroll was discovered in its place, sealed with cloth between two pieces of glass. The scroll was created approximately 1,998 years ago; though the introduction and closing note were written in Biblical Hebrew, the main body is written in Judeo-Yemeni Arabic. It was removed for study, and the occupants of the household were amnesticized. The scroll was initially taken in for investigation, possibly for authenticity and veneration. Though the exact details of the investigation are unknown, the Office were able to deduce that the scroll was produced by, or at least associated with, the Foundation. The Office took immediate offense. Despite attempts by the Foundation's ambassador, Sheldon Katz, Esq., to quell discontentment, the Office threatened to use the scroll as evidence against the Foundation's competence to the wider normalcy-protection community. In order for the Foundation to retrieve the scroll and stop its publicization, they issued the following demands: The release of all information pertaining to the Foundation's investigation into the life of Yehoshua Ben Yosef; The return of the body of the SCP-6109 instance who was killed in 34 CE; A private, formal apology addressed to the Pope. The O5 Council deferred these demands to the Department of Temporal Anomalies. After three days of discussion, Temporal Anomalies acquiesced to the demands with no alterations. The requested SCP-6109 instance is on-route to Vatican City by helicopter. Sheldon Katz, Esq., was given the scroll to personally present to Temporal Anomalies, and is currently drafting a message to the Pope. The scroll has been translated to English, digitized, and attached to this file: 1 To the Director — I am writing this segment after the account below. I am currently deep in a bog. It is hot, disgusting, and I am suspended in a canopy of leaves over a green river. There are many bugs and I miss home. In other news, I do believe I have discovered the source of our current predicament — allow my self to explain. 2 For two years I followed Him on foot, then camel, across three countries. From the tip of the Roman provinces to the deep heart of Lebanon, I have cornered Him at a dock. He plans on sailing, but refused to discuss where to with anyone — He offered a vague countenance to the man He rented the ship from, then spoke this: 3 "What do you wish to see from me?" 4 The man, who I now understand is a fisher from Galilee, laughed in His face. "I wish to hear your destination, son of man." Yehoshua laughed in return, and spoke: "I will tell you when I return." The fisher nodded, and He continued, "<unintelligible>?" The fisher patted His shoulder in acceptance. 5 Though now I understand the purpose of the anomaly, I did not yet understand its method — so I continued to follow Him. 6 Yehoshua set some objects down on the ship, that I did not see, then went into a nearby village to acquire a crew. It is here I snuck upon Him in a bar; while He spoke and drank with freebooters and piscators and drunk sluggards, I came upon Him and requested to join Him on His journey. He questioned me, if I understood His purpose of being here; I replied I did not, I merely wished to join Him in His resurrected glory. He shook His head. I do not know how or why, but He did not believe my words. I asked Him directly, and at first He waved me off — He twisted back to speak to me: I was permitted to join Him, He said, but I was not a true believer. He would prove His divine essence to me in time, but He could see in my heart I was not one of His own. 7 Though this did hurt me to hear, in some aspects I agreed. In time He acquired a small group of followers, 13 including myself, and we were to set sail the next day. 8 We boarded the next day, and I could not find His cabin to inspect His belongings. Covertly, I questioned His selected first mate where He would sleep, to which he replied that He would be sleeping on the bow of the ship. 9 I was perplexed by this, but we had no time to discuss further. He had called upon us into haste; we were to depart as soon as we could, and we had to get Him to His secret destination as fast as possible. 10 We worked for many hard months, but He was always working beside us. We sang as we worked, and He always sang with us. He was as kind as described, but He had a detachment from us that was unsettling. I admit I too was detached, so I did not judge Him harshly, but when he entered the below-decks, disappearing entirely from view, we had to admit it was somewhat unnerving. 11 One night He went below-decks and did not return for some days. The weather, though misty, was fair, and we believed we were on the proper course. 12 I awoke uneasily to a pure and deep silence. Even the water seemed to come to a standstill. 13 I stepped from my cabin and into the cellar, exploring each corner. I didn't see a soul, but more importantly, the ship had become unfamiliar to me — areas I only vaguely recognized on the pretense they should be there, rather than they were there. It was as though the ship had been reduced to the minimal functions — simplified. 14 I heard creaking from above. After some hesitant wandering, I came upon the stairs to the deck. 15 When I emerged from the cellar, He was standing alone, facing away from me. I saw in the distance a gathering mist, not a storm, but pure evaporation. I called out to Him, and he turned to face me. He spoke: "Muhammad, join me on the bow. Look at the kingdom that comes near — what do you see?" 16 I looked out on the sea and I saw nothing but mist. When I said this, He nodded and patted my back. 17 He said this: "Mist is an accumulation of water. Millions and millions of droplets rising into the sky, spreading thin across the horizon. This is the same of me." 18 I turned to him in confusion, and felt my body freeze at the sight — 19 What I saw was this — He spread His arms across the bow of the ship, stepping almost out into the air, and split in twain, then again, then again, then again, then again, and out in the distance I saw more ships emerging from the mist. They too split in twain, then again, until the sky and sea and land beneath were covered in Him and His ships, sailing to a billion shores, a billion coasts. 20 His voice, from Above, told me this: "There is no where I have gone and no where I have been. My presence is derived from absence. Where you walked I did not walk; I leave no footprints, for I do not traverse. There is no where you can find me, for from there, I will disappear, too." 21 "I walk on water, indeed, I do, for the ocean is a place with no memory. The sea does not look up at its traversers. It looks down into the blackness, its inky emptiness, and it forgets. There are no footprints on waves. Where light does not touch, beneath the waves? There is no where, and that is where I will be." 22 He fell down — all of Him, in a heap, and the flags on the ships became matted and black and the ships became empty. With no one to steer, my ship drifted off into mist, narrowly sliding between a flurry of sister-ships, identical in their dilapidation. 23 I called for Him, "LORD, what could you possibly mean? Where could you possibly go?" 24 He repeated Himself under the guise of a rainstorm: "What do you wish to see from me?" 25 I yelled back: "Your destination!" He replied, his voice growing faint: "No where." 26 My disheartened eyes must have met his, somewhere in the sky, as, his final words to me were this: "<unintelligible.>" 27 I wanted to answer no, but in my heart I believe we were. 28 His voice became silent and all that was left was the rain. When I looked down, indeed, I saw the darkness in the ocean. 29 I know not where I sail to next, only that I will arrive there, and I will arrive with a corpse. This is a delivery — all these ships, deliveries, merchant ships carrying cargo. 30 I know not where He wishes to be delivered, only that I will have to follow him. 31 I will implant this in the dirt wherever I may arrive. I hope this is of use to you. 32 Muhammad al-Taqi, forever — 33 Secure, contain, protect. The whereabouts of Muhammad al-Taqi are unknown, but scouting missions across the known SCP-6109 sites have been authorized. Interviewed: Muhammad al-Taqi, PoI-6109 Interviewer: Sheldon Katz, Esq., ambassador for the Office of Tactical Theology Foreword: Before PoI-6109 was released back into civilian life, he was given the standard intake test a second time to see if anything had changed since his mnestic treatment. <Begin Log> Katz: — To begin, ahem, does the black moon howl? PoI-6109: What? Katz nods and writes on his clipboard. Katz: Have you ever seen the Sinai? PoI-6109: Not personally, no. Katz: Do you feel an obligation to visit? PoI-6109: Not really, but I would like to visit. Katz nods and writes on his clipboard. Katz: What do you think of the writings of William Wynn Westcott? PoI-6109: I don't think I'm familiar. Katz: He was a theologian. PoI-6109: Alright, I'm still not familiar. Katz nods and writes on his clipboard. Katz: There have been complications with Project Uriel. PoI-6109 does not visibly react. Katz nods, and writes on his clipboard. PoI-6109: How much longer do we have to do this? I'd like to go home. Katz: Just— one more question. Would you believe me if I said I was a prophet of God? PoI-6109 smiles nervously. Katz smiles back. Both begin laughing. Katz: Thank you, Muhammad. That'll be all. PoI-6109: Thank you. PoI-6109 is escorted out of the interview room. Katz stares forward for a short amount of time, then folds his arms on the table. He lays his head down, and remains there. <End Log> Closing Statement: PoI-6109 was recovered in a confused state at his home in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Despite enhanced interrogation, followed by mnestic treatment, PoI-6109 does not recall his employment with the Foundation. PoI-6109's residence. The picture was taken by an agent of Temporal Anomalies during his initial intake. Governmental and internal records diverge heavily on PoI-6109's personal history — it appears he continued to live a civilian life during the years where he should have been the Director of the Department of Tactical Theology. Records recovered from "reality restructuring" resistant databases indicate that this civilian identity is the true chain of events; effectively, the only evidence of PoI-6109's Foundation employment comes from the Foundation itself. PoI-6109 is under protective surveillance for the time being. The building across from his home has been purchased and renovated by Foundation agents to facilitate this. Since his recovery, no further SCP-6109 instances have been found. The instances already in containment have begun to show signs of structural decay. The Vatican has returned the body of the crucified SCP-6109 instance on the grounds that they do not believe it is authentic. All instances in Foundation custody have been moved to Acroamatic Abatement. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6109" by FLOORBOARDS, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6109. Licensed under CC-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-6110 | neutralized | File photo of SCP-6110. Considered defunct as of the recent acquisition attempt Item Number: SCP-6110 Special Containment Procedures: Previous Special Containment Procedures have been rendered invalid. Description: SCP-6110 formerly referred to a massive, hostile arachnid capable of manipulating the bodies of its hosts — living or dead. Following a capture attempt by Mobile Task Force Tyrfing Black, this file has been discarded pending full analysis of captured footage. Review Footage? (Restricted to Level 4 Staff and above) – hide block Video Log Transcript Exploration Team: Tyrfing Black Subject: SCP-6110 Team Lead: Nails Seasoned Commander of multiple excursions into hostile territories both baseline and beyond. Most recent mission was an assault on an Adytum's Wake compound, resulting in the arrest of twelve cult members with zero casualties suffered. Team Members: Ember Pyrotechnics and biohazard disposal expert with several-years experience in cleanup operations involving regenerative and reproductive infectious anomalies. This mission marks their return to field operations after probation stemming from repeat physical altercations and offenses. Guts Human Actualization Specialist and psychologist with extensive training in identifying beings and phenomena that adopt human camouflage. Exhibits a heightened awareness of microexpressions and body-language, with a tested identification success rate of around 92%. Shadow Recon and Intelligence operative skilled in covert infiltration. Their suit has been integrated with a multitude of technologies designed for camouflage. This includes visually, as well as audibly, while also masking their heat signature and scent. Foreword [SCP-6110 was tracked to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Arthur, Nebraska, which is believed to serve as its den. It was known that several young women from the nearby town had been taken by the creature, kidnapped by the infected. The mission was twofold: Capture and Rescue. Operative Shadow had been deployed an hour prior to the rest of the team, in order to provide an early sitrep.] [After an hour passed with no updates from Shadow, the decision was made to begin the mission. Footage was recovered from Guts's head-mounted sousveillance camera.] [BEGIN LOG] [It is midday. The team of three is walking up an overgrown former road towards the warehouse, visible through the trees a few hundred yards away. Beyond their footsteps and the rattling of Ember's bulky fuel tank, the woods are silent.] Ember: Do you think he's alright, Cap? Nails: I wouldn't worry too much about it. With the kind of gear he's packin', he should be undetectable to any hosts in the area. Guts: He'd likely compromise his position were he to pipe up on comms, so chalk the radio silence up to that. [Pause] Ember: Good. Fucker owes me twenty bucks. Nails: Woah, woah, woah! [hushed] Language! [Note: Nails was known by colleagues to swear profusely.] Ember: Sorry, sorry. So tell me a little about this thing. Nails: What about it? Ember: We dealing with a hive mind here? Cause those are always a treat — my favorites are the kind where you blast one of suckers and the rest all cry and scre— Guts: Seriously? Ember: [looks over his shoulder] A little too dark for ya? Guts: No — I mean… you seriously don't know what we're doing here? Nails: They just pulled him from detention this morning. Ember: Between the processing time and a full physical, I didn't exactly get briefed on the anomaly. Guts: And in the forty-minute car ride and hour standby, you didn't think to ask? Ember: How about answer the fucking question? Christ. Nails: Guts, cut the kid a break — and Ember, [glances about nervously] you need to chill it with the language. [Ember holds his middle finger up over his shoulder at Guts as they walk.] Guts: Right… Well, our quarry is a massive obligate exoparasite exhibiting physiological features similar to arthropods. Ember: Ooookay. The hosts — they alive? Guts: Yes and no. While many of the victims were found to have been alive up to the moment of termination… there were uhh… a number who were determined to have been dead for months prior to discovery. Ember: Any chance of recovery? Guts: None. Sixty-one ten spreads itself through the host's spinal column and integrates itself into their nervous system and brain. Ember: Haha! Wicked. I don't have to feel too bad when things start to get… toasty. Guts: You are a sad, strange little man. Ember: No, really. It's not something to get broken up over! A life where you're made to be some creature's plaything ain't a life worth living, full stop. If it were me, I'd hope someone would come along and do the same for me, so don't be such a little bit— Nails: Keep it down, we're getting close. [The trio cross into the derelict parking lot of the warehouse. The pavement throughout is cracked, with copious amounts of vegetation coming up from between the jagged lines of concrete. The structure itself is decrepit — most of the windows are either shattered or boarded up. A rusted metal gate bars the front entrance. Most flat surfaces are either covered with grime or vines, or otherwise tagged with graffiti. A large, rusted letter "O" lay on the ground, having fallen from signage on the building's forefront.] [A felled telephone pole rests against the collapsed upper floor of the west half of the facility. Several pallets and pieces of discarded furniture form a crude ladder, making for a potential entrance for the team. The east half of the building hosts the shipping yard. All but a single bay door is shut and padlocked. The final remaining door has a large hole torn in through it from the outside. The dirtied tractor unit of an 18-wheeler rests on its side semi-perpendicular to this door.] Nails: We'll take the bay door. I don't trust the stability of that junk. Nails prepares his rifle. Guts and Ember draw sidearms, and the trio advances. Approaching the side of the turned-over trailer, a light groan is audible. Unidentified: Why does it always have to be me? It's no fun! [Coming around to the backside of the trailer, its liftgate is opened. The interior is darkened, and cannot be made out behind a pile of garbage bags filled with unidentifiable rubbish. Among this pile sits a disheveled homeless man in several layers of clothes. His skin is dry and cracked. Hair thin and wiry. Eyes glassy. He grins toothlessly at the operatives as they train their weapons on him.] Unidentified: Hoo nelly! If it isn't G.I. Joe and his little friends! Can I uhh… help you, boys? Nails: We're following up on reports of an escaped convict tracked to this area. Have you seen anything suspicious lately? [Guts moves directly across from the individual and takes a knee, putting him at eye-level.] Unidentified: [looks to Ember] Awful lot of — heh — heat to be packing for a little ol' felon! [He begins to mutter unintelligibly, glancing skyward.] Ember: He's toying with us. Are we going to entertain this shit, Cap? [A deep, distended bellowing sound drowns out all communication. Everyone looks about fearfully, startled by the noise. There can be seen no changes to the environment, and there is no visible threat or indication as to the noise's source.] Nails: [shouting] Language! I swear if I — Guts: Guys, guys. We're fine. Everything checks out. [Guts raises to a stand and holsters his weapon.] Guts: Sir, please. This person is very dangerous and we need your cooperation. Have you seen anything strange, lately? Unidentified: Hmm… I guess that's new… [He gestures towards the tear in the bay door. From here, a thin, translucent flake approximately a meter in diameter can be seen swaying in the wind, pierced by a shard of metal hanging from the door. It is a section of molted carapace.] Unidentified: [continuing] …and sometimes I hear things in there. Strange things, yup! Something a' rumblin' about, all night long. Hee! Spooky stuff… You think yer felon friend's the — er… the one been making all that ruckus? Nails: We believe so, sir. At any rate, I'm going to have to ask you to vacate the premises for your own safety. We have a team standing by at the main road that should be able to help you find a place to stay tonight. [Guts extends a hand, and helps the individual to a stand. Pleasantries are exchanged, and the individual departs towards the main road (body was later picked up by a recovery team). Tyrfing Black moves to the hole in the bay door.] Ember: You sure he wasn't one of sixty-one ten's dead playthings? Christ, that smell [winces]. Guts: No. Peculiar, but not infected. It's an imperfect facsimile, to be honest. It uses its hosts in a manner… [Guts ducks to avoid the piece of hanging carapace as he progresses inside.] Guts: …well, like a puppeteer. Fine motor control and balance are not exactly precise, let's say. [The interior is in shambles. Shelves two-stories in height sit in lines throughout the facility, caked in dust and cobweb, rotting wood and shipping crates. A half dozen shelving units along the northern wall lay collapsed in a domino-effect. Just out-of-reach of this destruction is a supervisor's room consisting of a windowed office constructed mid-way up the wall, accessible via staircase. Beyond the typical filth staining its glass is an unmistakable large spatter of blood coating it on the inside. To the team's left, down a double-wide lane hosting a single disabled forklift, there is a hallway leading to the lobby. A second large flake of molted carapace rests in the hall.] Ember: Where we headed, Cap? Nails: [points upward] We should get a look at whatever's gone on up there. The vantage point should also get us a good look of this area. I don't want anything sneaking up on us. Weapons hot. I'll take point. [The group moves along shelving units, carefully stepping around the scattered detritus. Ember is off-camera, watching the team's flank. There is a silence in the air. Reaching and ascending the stairs, the team enters into the office.] Ember: Ooooohhh… Nasty! [A human corpse lay strewn face-down on the room's sole desk. The whole trunk of the body is split open on the backside, leaving the surrounding flesh butterflied outwards in grisly fashion. A highbacked leather chair behind the corpse has a hole torn through it. Behind that, a large crack in the wall opens into a darkened area on the other side.] Guts: It's as I was saying earlier. There's no chance of survival from hosts. Whenever one of them becomes compromised, the anomaly forcibly separates… and it's not pretty. [Nails moves around the corpse to get a look at its face.] Nails: Niles Wortham. Convenience store clerk. Last seen with one of the kidnapped women. Ember: Why leave the host, though? It doesn't seem like it was facing any kind of pressure here. Guts: We're not sure, but we think it may be restricted to a certain number of active hosts. It uses an entire limb per body, so it may have just preferred another shell, for whatever reason. Ember: [prodding the body with the tip of his weapon] Well that doesn't bode well for the captives. And… wait a minute… you'd think people would notice a guy walking around with a giant bug's leg shoved up his— Shadow: You would be surprised how much people can miss. [Nails moves with a start at the sudden disembodied voice. There is a light ripple in the air beside Nails as Shadow's camouflage is disengaged. The full-visor of his helmet retracts, and he lets out a sigh of relief.] Nails: That's a good way to get shot! What did I tell you about doing that? Shadow: Apologies. You'll be happy to know I found five of the women safe and sound. They're being held below-ground with the anomaly. I believe it is asleep. Three infected are guarding the stairway-access, one with a firearm. Nails: We can handle the three with no issue, but the second it knows we're here we jeopardize the lives of those girls. Tell me we've another way in. [Guts focuses on Shadow as he motions to the wall.] Shadow: There's a maintenance tunnel on the other side of this wall. If you're comfortable with some light parkour, we should be able to descend the pipes and scaffolding. From there, we should be able to make our way into the sublevel, and past the anomaly's sentinels. Nails: Excellent. Good work. Head on back to the truck for your debriefing, and get— [Guts raises his sidearm and places a single shot into Shadow's head. Shadow falls to his knees.] Nails: [shouting] Are you insane?!? You ju— [Shadow's body begins to quake and shudder. In a quick, sharp movement, their backside is torn to shreds as a black, multi-segmented appendage rips free from within. It pulls backwards, shattering through the window and out of sight.] Ember: So. Element of surprise, huh? [Nails glares at Ember.] Nails: All bets are off. Let's move! [The team descends rapidly. A glimpse of the limb is visible as it snakes away, being reeled in by SCP-6110. They pursue it through the warehouse, around the bend, and down the hallway towards the lobby. Turning a corner, three more husks of former hosts lay in a pile. The team rushes past.] [Coming to an open door, a darkened stairwell can be seen to head to the sublevel. They quickly follow them down, engaging headlamps.] Ember: [panting] Why… is… this thing… so fucking fast? [The facility begins to rumble with another loud bellowing noise, causing the team to steady themselves in order to remain their footing. Once the sound has passed, Nails punches Ember hard in the arm.] Nails: Last warning! Knock it the hell off, man. [The three reach a service door at the bottom of the stairwell. Nails forcibly kicks it open. [Within is a large, mostly-vacant storage area. Though dirty and littered with paper and scrap, there are no large obstructions, leaving enough visibility to see their full surroundings. Directly ahead, there is a tunneled recess in the far wall, extending outside the facility and into the surrounding earth. A sole woman sits before the pit, facing the team. Her head lolls. As Guts looks about, four women can be seen seemingly restrained in each corner of the room. Though three are unresponsive, the one to their immediate right stirs as they enter.] Captive: Please! P-please, God. Oh, God! Help us! Nails: Guts, check her. Ember, keep your flamer trained on that pit. If that thing makes a move— Ember: I'll make him regret it. [Guts begins carefully sidestepping towards the still-begging captive. Glancing between her and the pit, he moves to her side.] Guts: Easy now, easy. We're with the police. We're here to save you. Look at me — are you hurt? Did that… hey. Hey, look at me! [Guts grabs at the woman's shoulder to turn her towards him. The moment he does, there is a loud bang as the door slams shut. Quickly turning, he can see the body of one of the captives being held aloft. She laughs maniacally as she jerks about. Just as Nails opens fire, Guts is knocked several feet backwards.] Captive: Hee! Help me! Ha! Oh, help me! Ha hee! I don't want to die, sir! [Just above him, the captive hangs in the air, limbs dancing wildly. The room illuminates as Ember engages a threat off-camera. SCP-6110's limb can be seen with this illumination, extending from the woman's backside. [Guts aims and unloads his sidearm. She convulses, and SCP-6110 lets out a piercing shriek. The appendage pulls away from Guts, who follows its movements as it sends the woman colliding with Ember, knocking him off balance. Another woman descends upon him, gripping him from behind and restricting his arms.] Nails: Get off of me! [Guts rolls over, turning his head. Two of the women are struggling with Nails, trying to wrest away his weapon. Guts raises to a knee and draws his rifle, trying to place a safe shot. One of the women, rendered unrecognizable due to numerous gunshot wounds, reaches the remains of her left hand towards Nails' face, gouging out his right eye. The other absconds with his weapon and moves upwards as he recoils and collapses. Guts opens fire on her as she is dragged backwards across the ceiling, cackling.] Ember: Help! Guys? Guys! [The woman grappling with Ember has begun to raise in the air. As she ascends, his feet kick ineffectually about. She draws near to the alcove, where there is a rustling that segues in to frenzied clicking. Unable to risk the shot, Guts glances down quickly, unsheathes a tactical knife, and rushes towards Ember. Halfway across the room, the feed jerks as Guts is struck hard from behind. He then begins to raise up off the ground.] SCP-6110: What is it that finds itself in our home? [As Guts struggles in the air, Nails can be seen half-conscious, being carried by one of the women. All three operatives are brought before the alcove, and held mid-air.] SCP-6110: Is it a hunter? [There is a whispering echo as each of the women repeat the phrases spoken by SCP-6110. Looking down, the charred and smoking remains of the woman who had been sitting before the alcove begins to move. Though her limbs remain slack at her sides, she raises slowly upwards, head shifting about with the motion.] SCP-6110: Is it a hero? [The operatives have their remaining weapons pulled from their person, and each man is deposited right before the alcove. The women then remain on either side of the team. Guts hooks Nails' arm over his shoulder, assisting him in a stand.] SCP-6110: Or is it prey? [Around them, the women quietly chant the word "prey" repeatedly. The is a great disturbance of dust and dirt as SCP-6110 moves within the alcove, forming a cloud that mildly obscures the entity as it undulates. Several limbs brace the sides of the alcove, and it pulls itself outwards. Guts coughs.] SCP-6110: We thinks 'prey'. [Through the dust, several massive, jet-black eyes are visible. A forelimb strikes out, hooking itself through Ember's armor, lifting him slightly.] SCP-6110: Let us see what kind of men it is! Ember: [screaming] Fuck! No! Fuck! Shit! Fu— [The facility shakes violently with a booming, unintelligible drone. The sound is loud enough to cause Ember to thrash and cover his ears. SCP-6110 pauses in its movement. It shifts its gaze up, as do each of its hosts.] SCP-6110: [whispering] You're in trouble now. [SCP-6110 drops Ember. Its limbs each fall motionless to the ground, as do its hosts. Guts looks about in confusion.] Guts: Captain? Nails, what's — [There is another quake as a second booming drone reverberates through the facility.] Nails: You always have to overdo it, don't you? [At this, Nails falls to the ground. There is no life in his eyes.] Guts: Cap? Captain?!? [screaming] What's happening? Ember: I'm sorry, guys. Really, I am. [Ember collapses in a heap, dead.] Guts: Oh — oh, God! What's… guys? Guys, please! What's— [The facility rumbles and shakes violently as the droning returns. Guts looks up.] [Above him, no ceiling can be seen — but an expanse of darkness. Within, a single colossal human arm can be seen extending up and out of sight. Following the arm down, it can be seen to end in a hand, wrapped around Guts's midsection.] Guts: Oh, yea. [Guts falls motionless as the hand lets go. All that is recorded is the ground for the next hour until recovery teams arrive.] Afterword The bodies of all civilians were recovered from the building with no complications. SCP-6110 was found dead in the alcove in the same chamber and was transferred to Site-17 for study. The bodies of the unidentified homeless man and all Tyrfing Black operatives were found to be composed of hollowed plastic, with twelve points of articulation each. A logo for Hasbro was found printed on their anterior. |
SCP-6111 | safe | Memoria close Info X SCP-6111 — Memoria Our shared world. Written by Felixou and ZG1906 If you enjoyed this, check out the Felixoupage ZG1906 does not have an author page :( (but they also made this possible) Welcome. Please verify your clearance level below. > Ethics-Comitee.273m3942384.forthebetter.SCIP Welcome user Carlson. Congratulations on your promotion to Ethics Committee member. You have one (1) document awaiting review. Would you like to proceed? yes / no > Yes. Please wait. Opening file… 4/6111 LEVEL 4/6111 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6111 Safe Image of the space accessed by use of SCP-6111. Photo captured by drone during initial exploration. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-17 Dir. Graham Dr Benedict MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6111 is kept in a standard secure locker in Site-17. SCP-6111 is now kept in a reinforced secure containment locker with additional biometric security measures restricted to personnel involved in Project PROMPTU in Site-17. No writing tools are permitted within 20 meters of the locker outside of Project PROMPTU, to ensure the continued effectiveness of containment. At the end of every month, a group of hand-selected and specially trained personnel are to carry out Project PROMPTU. Personnel will be hand-selected by the project lead Dr. Benedict with approval from the site director and the O-5 command. Information on the nature of project PROMPTU will be provided by Ethics-committee members prior to assignment. Description: SCP-6111 is an average-sized 200-page 137-page blue hardcover book. Dating estimates the book to have been produced circa 1950. SCP-6111's anomalous ability manifests when the name of a living individual is written on its pages while the writer visualizes the subject's face. After a period of five minutes from writing the name, the target individual will be spontaneously transported to a large unidentified mountain range with heavy forestation designated SCP-6111-1. Testing of this effect has revealed that all personal items (i.e. clothing, and worn equipment) will be transported with them with no notable side effects. If the target individual is already present within SCP-6111-1, then writing their name will transport them back to the location they were taken from, instead. Exploration of the region strongly suggests that it is located somewhere on Earth, with the sun and moon rising as expected and astrological observations aligning with current charts. The precise location of SCP-6111-1, however, has yet to be identified since all use of GPS have failed. Initial exploration of the area has also demonstrated no apparent limits to its expanse, nor any visible civilization of any kind. The only noted difference between this space and our own is a notable time dilation effect. Research is also ongoing as to how the purely floral ecosystem has sustained itself, as well as why this dilation effect has not resulted in the natural evolution of any animal or insect life within the region. + Experiment Log 11/05/1980 - Experiment Log 11/05/1980 Foreword: After discovering the time dilating characteristic of SCP-6111-1 during initial testing, it was decided that further exploration of the region would be necessary to ascertain the nature of the time dilation as well as the physical limits of the space. Procedure: D-5331 and D-8469's names will be written on a page in SCP-6111. To account for the relative time difference within SCP-6111-1, D-5331 and D-8469 will be equipped with a standard survival kit, including tents, several days' worth of MRE's, and basic survival tools such as a compass, flashlight, spare batteries, etc. Researchers have been instructed to wait approximately ten minutes before writing D-5331 and D-8469 names on the page again in order to return. Neither subject has been informed of the anomalous nature of SCP-6111 or -1. 13:16 D-5331, and D-8469 are present in the testing chamber, separated by a reinforced glass panel. 13:17 D-5331 is instructed to write his own name as well as the name of D-8469 on the page from SCP-6111 using a standard black ink ballpoint pen. SCP-6111 is then taken out of the testing chamber. 13:19 - D-5331: So… Is something supposed to happen? 13:19 - D-5331: Aren't these things supposed to, like… kill people and shit? 13:20 - D-8469: I… dunno man. I feel… fine. I guess? 13:20 - D-5331: I mean we've got all of these supplies, so like… We must be going somewhere, ri- 13:21 D-5331 is abruptly cut off as they vanish from the testing chamber. 13:21 - D-8469: Oh, fu- 13:21 D-8469 also abruptly vanishes from the testing chamber. 13:31 D-5331 and D-8469 names are written again on SCP-6111 by researchers. 13:31 D-5331 spontaneously manifests in their original position. The subject was immediately questioned regarding their time in SCP-6111-1 and the apparent absence of D-8469. D-5331 stated that after the first few days, they thought they would be able to "escape" the Foundation inside SCP-6111-1. After nearly a week had passed, they realized that there wasn't enough food to last. D-5331 reported that D-8469 proceeded to attack him after a particularly heated argument, resulting in D-5331 wounding him in self-defence. D-8469 is presumed deceased from their injuries. Conclusions: Based on the experiences of both subjects, supported by the number of supplies they consumed during their time within SCP-6111-1, it has been determined that there is a roughly 1:1200 difference in timescale. This would mean that for every month spent inside SCP-6111-1, subjects experience roughly one century. Due to this, excursions into SCP-6111-1 that last longer than a few minutes are ill-advised. Additionally, the absence of D-8469's corpse even though his name has been rewritten confirms that dead corpses inside 6111-1 cannot be brought back. SCP-6111 Incident Report: On 11/09/1980 SCP-████ broke containment and proceeded to rampage through a D-Class Cell Block, damaging multiple cells and freeing their occupants in the process. During the chaos, D-5331 somehow managed to abscond with SCP-6111, having gained knowledge of its function through assigned exploration testing with the object. Before site security identified the missing item, D-5331 managed to write his own name into SCP-6111. As D-5331 stole the only known instance of SCP-6111, obtaining any information pertaining to either the individual or SCP-6111's whereabouts has been designated a high priority. Addendum-1: Approximately one hour after the theft of SCP-6111, multiple D-Class were reported missing from their cells. Security camera footage has shown that these disappearances all occurred within a short period of each other, and all missing D-Class were located within the same cell block as D-5331. During further investigation, it was discovered that D-5331 may have also stolen a list of names for D-Class personnel on-site from the cell block warden’s office. This in combination with the unusual disappearance of D-Class from the same block suggests the possibility that D-5331 was somehow still alive and aiding other D-Class in their escape from Site-17. Within a matter of a few weeks, a total of 937 D-Class also disappeared, all having had some form of interaction with one another in a sort of daisy chain effect, further supporting the idea that SCP-6111 is being used to smuggle D-Class out of Foundation facilities across the globe. It has also been speculated the use of SCP-6111 may have been involved in a number of minor thefts and raids on smaller Foundation facilities, all of which had at least one D-Class disappear from their holding blocks prior to the event. Missing D-Class has been reported walking through the sites from which they disappeared on several of these occasions, but all missing individuals have eluded capture thus far. Among the items stolen are general supplies, such as food, books, and toiletries, as well as more notable items, such as weapons and ammunition, access cards, and several classified documents. A steady increase in the frequency and severity of these incursions suggest a significant population may now likely reside within SCP-6111-1. Addendum-2: On 12/10/1980, D-4756 (one of the missing D-Class) was captured raiding the supply stores of Site-17. D-4756 was seen entering the storage area by site staff. When security teams arrived, D-4756 was found huddled in a corner of the room with a large backpack and several bags filled with miscellaneous objects similar to previous reports. D-4756 also had a standard-issue security rifle in their possession. When ordered to relinquish the weapon, D-4756 refused and opened fire on the security team. Security personnel returned fire, critically wounding D-4756 before the subject abruptly disappeared, leaving behind several of the bags which they had dropped, as well as a crumpled piece of paper that appeared to have been torn from a book. The page had a number of names written on it, each one corresponding to a missing D-Class, including that of D-4756. Given the possibility of a connection to SCP-6111, researchers attempted to bring back the individuals listed on the page. Of the ██ names listed, only █ were able to be recovered by writing their names on the page again. It was noted that D-4756 was not among the recovered D-Class, likely having died of their wounds shortly after disappearing. Interrogation of the recovered individuals revealed that a settlement had been built within the anomalous region accessed by SCP-6111 shortly after the theft of the book by D-5331. D-5331 had deemed himself their redeemer and promised freedom in this "new world," free from the Foundation. The D-Class also revealed that they had in fact been using SCP-6111 in order to steal supplies periodically, as needs had grown significantly over the years inside the internal region of SCP-6111. In addition to the information obtained through interrogation, several of the D-Class had been found possessing similar pieces of SCP-6111. In order to verify the statements of the recovered D-Class and assess the current situation within the anomalous place, Agent Michael ██████ of MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") was briefly sent in using the page recovered from D-4756. Agent Michael's orders were to avoid all contact and reconnoitre the area, before using the page to return. Upon Agent Michael's return, they confirmed all of the information divulged by the recovered D-Class. The existence of an entire city of D-Class capable of spontaneously teleporting into and out of Foundation facilities was considered too high a risk to let continue without immediate action. Agent Michael volunteered to infiltrate SCP-6111-1 and recover SCP-6111. On 12/12/1980, Agent Michael, posing as D-7815 was introduced into the ranks of Site-17's D-Class holding block, where a significant number of the missing D-Class had escaped. Within several days, Agent Michael received an opportunity to "escape" with several other D-Class who had been in contact with the inhabitants of the place of SCP-6111. Agent Michael took the opportunity, disappearing into the anomalous place, secretly in possession of one of the recovered pages provided by the Foundation. Approximately one hour after his disappearance, Agent Michael reappeared inside Site-17 with SCP-6111 in his possession. A debriefing interview was conducted immediately following their return. + Show Interview Log - Close Interview Log Interviewed: MTF Alpha-4 Agent Michael Interviewer: Dr. Benedict Foreword: Questions about the current situation of the colony of D-Class which has formed inside the internal region of SCP-6111. <Begin Log> Dr. Benedict: Please state your name. Agent Michael: Michael ██████. Dr. Benedict: Perfect. So, Michael, could you tell me what you saw during your undercover mission into SCP-6111-1? Agent Michael: Do you want me to start from the holding block or jump straight to Dream City? Dr. Benedict: "Dream City"? Agent Michael: Yeah, that's how the D-class are calling the place. They've started calling themselves the "dreamers." Said it's because they're no longer "disposable" and are free from the nightmares they endured in the Foundation, or sometime like that. Dr. Benedict: Interesting. Please continue. Agent Michael: So yeah, there really isn't much to say about the block. A surprising amount of the D-Class has heard of this place. It's sort of turning into "D-Class heaven" for some of these guys. I couldn't believe a lot of what they were saying about it, even after seeing it from a distance. But when they finally brought me in, I was truly amazed. The place was beautiful, like some kind of Garden of Eden. The inhabitants may be death row inmates, but they were kind and appreciable. Since there isn’t any kind of animal there, they were all vegan, and no one seemed to complain about it. Some of them have even started whole families. Others built their own homes with the resources inside SCP-6111-1. It was really… Peaceful. Dr. Benedict: How did you manage to steal SCP-6111? Agent Michael: Well, once I got in there it was actually hard to pin it down. Because of the accelerated time inside that world, D-5331 was obviously long dead, and it had been passed down to someone else, who they also named D-5331 as a way to honour him, even though they don't use numbers to identify themself. They practically worshipped that guy, you know? He was like some kind of saint to them, and I guess I can see why. Dr. Benedict: I don't see how that is pertinent to the recovering 6111. You said they passed it on to someone else? Agent Michael: Hum… sorry. So they gave it to this guy that they voted in to take the place of D-5331. He lived up in one of the bigger houses. Looked older, probably started building it a little after 6111 was stolen. It was decorated with all sorts of stuff stolen from Foundation sites. Dr. Benedict: That lines up with the reports we were receiving. Agent Michael: After that, I just sort of slipped in the back and took the book. Put my name on that page you gave me, and here we are. Looks like there are quite a few missing pages, though. Dr. Benedict: We should be able to recover a significant number of the escapees with what's been written in SCP-6111. Thank you for your hard work, Michael. When it comes time to take in the rest of the colony, you're welcome to join the operation. Was there anything else important that you wanted to add? Agent Michael: Yeah, actually… [pauses] Dr. Benedict: What is it, Michael? Agent Michael: I don't think we should "invade" them… I mean, yeah we should probably recover the pages, but there are so many people living there that were born there. They're not D-Class. That place is all they know. Would it really hurt to just… Leave them alone? [Pause] Dr. Benedict: …Excuse me? Agent Michael: Look, all I saw in that place was peace. I know some of these guys have done some messed-up stuff, but most of them seem to have either changed or died of old age in there. I don't think it's our place to ruin these people's paradise. Dr. Benedict: Agent, do you realize how big of a risk that would be to the Foundation? We've lost a significant number of D-Class, for starters. And you want to let them go based on the goodness of their hearts? They are the children of killers! Murderers! The worst of the worst, Michael! Agent Michael: Yes but- Dr. Benedict: We just had a horrible breach at Site-██ because the D-Class in the ████-Breaker disappeared! Good people died because of that! People I knew! Agent Michael: I'm very sorry for your loss sir, and I understand tha- Dr. Benedict: Do you understand, Michael? Agent Michael: [pauses]… I still think they should be allowed to stay… These people have been… frankly massacred, tortured and mutilated. The ones that are born there haven't even committed any crime, but I know how this place works, Benedict! We're gonna take them out of that place and throw them in a jumpsuit anyway. How are they any different than the rest of the people we protect from these monsters? The poor bastards we put in things like the ████-Breaker had friends and family, too! They were someone's kid! I think they deserv- Dr. Benedict: That's it. You're out of line Michael. Your time in that place has clearly affected your reasoning. This interview is terminated. Agent Michael: Benedict, wai- <End Log> Closing Statement: Agent Micheal was administered Class-C amnestics to erase all memory of his mission into SCP-6111-1. A vote by the Ethics Committee and the 05-Command regarding the removal of the D-Class inhabitants from SCP-6111-1 is currently pending. + Addendum-3 - Addendum-3 Addendum-3: [REDACTED] Following its creation, with the approval of O5 Command and the Ethics Committee, Project PROMPTU has been deemed the most appropriate means of dealing with the current situation. [END OF FILE] > /Help Yes? > Are you sure you updated my new clearance level? Let me check… … It seems everything is updated, may I ask why? > There is a lot of expunged info, I find it strange. I thought Ethics Committee was one of the highest clearance. > Also, why did I need to read this file? I think everything will be answered in the email for you I just received. Do you want to open it? yes / no > Yes. Please wait. Opening Email… To: ten.pics|ffeJ.noslraC#ten.pics|ffeJ.noslraC From: ten.pics|haimereJ.nairemmiC#ten.pics|haimereJ.nairemmiC Subject: Project PROMPTU So, congratulations on your new position as an Ethics Committee member! You must be wondering why with all the more "entertaining" things the Foundation deals with… Why were you charged with… this? One of the lesser-known anomalies monitored by the Ethics Committee. You could have been assigned to any number of Ethically questionable projects, goodness knows there are plenty in the Foundation. But no, you are working on this one. An SCP probably no one has ever heard about, with a vaguely ambiguous situation that seems to have wrapped the whole thing a neat little bow. I know you probably have so many questions, and I did too the first time. What happened in the last addendum? What happened to the "Dream City"? What is Project PROMPTU? This message is here to fill you in on the details. The document you just read was meant to make you ask questions. First of all, there is no Addendum-3. There never was. It and Project PROMPTU are there by recommendation of RAISA, in the case of a security breach, so that if this goes public, then everything sounds like it's been handled. I'm here to tell you what 6111 really is. I think it's kinda stupid but whatever. The only personnel allowed to know the truth are the Overseers and the Ethics Committee, so counting you, Carlson. But before we get to those answers, let me tell you an old story. Back in 1980, the Foundation as you know it was in quite a predicament. At the time, most of the world's developed countries were starting to ban the death sentence. Even life sentences were being fought. Given these were major sources for our D-Class program, you can probably guess why this didn't bode well for the Foundation. At the time, we didn't have reliable technology with which to grow clones. Well… At least no technology that wasn't being reserved for bigger priorities. We were forced to make do for quite some time, with the average number of on-hand D-Class at a site sitting around 1000 or less and we had a few dangerously close calls thanks to these circumstances. Obviously, this is no longer the case today. Things changed when D-5331 stole the book. Somehow, he managed to build a city of D-Class inside of SCP-6111-1 and stole a significant portion of what D-Class we had left. Within a few weeks, most sites' D-Class numbers were down to the double digits or less. We had to do something, and… Well, at this point you're probably caught up. The O5 decided to send in Agent Michael and tear the city down. They considered the threat of an anomalous city of D-Class too great to just "live and let live." We all expected some resistance, but we weren't expecting a war. We sent in an MTF to do the dirty work and clean out the ones we couldn't manage to bring back with SCP-6111. When they got to the city, the D-Class was already prepared. They had put together an army of their own from stolen gear and scraps and turned their little city into a fortress. We lost a lot more people than we had anticipated. The "Dream City" fought back against us with tooth and nail, clawing back every inch of the way. Of course, they didn't want to go back. Who wants to be considered disposable? Some of them even went so far as suicide, preferring to go out on their own terms than at the hands of some monster contained by the Foundation. In the end, we took the city. The D-Class that survived were amnesticized and sent to the facilities that needed them most. There still weren't enough… During this process, their leader offered a compromise. Yeah, none of us were expecting that. His proposition was; at the end of every month we take what we need out of their city and amnesticize the rest, and in return, they get supplies and live out their lives in peace. It's a weird sort of compromise, but this way, when the D-Class in the city has pretty much lived out the perfect life, we wipe their minds and get to use them as needed again. That's Project PROMPTU and we still use it when we need D-Class to this day. Their leaders then tell those that are left behind that their bodies are given a "burial" ceremony elsewhere and we all move on with our lives. We've left a portion of SCP-6111 as collateral for the supplies we provide, and kept the other portion so that we can retrieve the month's D-Class and follow through on our end of the bargain. It's a perfect loop. With the amount of D-class that we receive through this project, there's no real need for using up vital resources like other anomalies to clone them. That's not to say we don't get them from elsewhere when an exceptional or urgent need arises, but 6111 helps cut down on other less… "savoury" methods. The Committee quickly approved the idea and Site-17 proposed to help along. Even the Ethics Committee understands that sometimes we must do difficult things and finds it challenging to argue this one. I mean, the D-Class gets to live a whole life in peace. What we need them for effectively becomes like a really bad dream and we all sleep a little better by looking at it that way. We have Site-17's staff and MTFs to take care of the thing, and a member of the Ethics Committee embedded in their leadership. This single member is called D-5331 by the inhabitants of Dream City. D-5331 is a role we gave to each one of us, every month. D-5331 is the one in charge of Project PROMPTU and has the right to visit the city to ensure the project will still continue. It was even me for one month. Heck it might be you one day or another. Overall, we let them live in the light so they may die in the dark. And by the way, if you don't want any trouble, don't ask questions. Is it bad, is it good? Don't. Ask. 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SCP-6112 | safe | Item #: SCP-6112 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6112 is to be kept in a standard video storage unit in the media archive of Site-18. Handling of SCP-6112 discs requires the use of a disposable latex glove to prevent exposure to fingerprints or smudges. An LCD television screen with an external DVD drive has been provided in Observational Theatre 01, as well as equipment to record viewings. As a safety precaution, it is recommended for all personnel who feel unwell after viewing SCP-6112 to visit an on-site psychiatric facility for an evaluation. Description: SCP-6112 is a standard DVD disc case containing a collection of the first two seasons of the popular American sitcom television series "Seinfeld". The printed cover on the front has been entirely removed, exposing the black case and a piece of adhesive tape with the words "1 + 2" written in felt tip black pen. "THE SEINFELD" (sic) has been written on an adhesive tape in an identical manner on the spine of the case. Despite claiming to contain multiple seasons of Seinfeld, the case only contains a single DVD disc. Upon inserting the SCP-6112 disc into a DVD player, the screen will load into a terminal screen. This screen is completely black with bright red font, and contains no logos or images. Using the television remote, the user is able to select a specific episode from seasons one to two of Seinfeld through a drop-down menu. The only known methods of exiting the terminal screen are to either disconnect power to the monitor and DVD player or to select an episode. The anomalous effects begin to manifest after the conclusion of the first scene in the episode, excluding the opening stand up act performed by Jerry Seinfeld. The next scene will deviate heavily from the original episode script. The topics of these new scenes are significantly darker than the show's intended tone. Topics have ranged from embarrassing childhood memories to severe subjects like childhood trauma, domestic abuse, physical altercations, mental illness, and graphic violence. The characters in the scene will often discuss and mock the topic as if they have been in the situation themselves. Several of the show's actors and producers, including Jerry Seinfeld and Larry David, have denied ever participating in or writing the scenes shown in SCP-6112. SCP-6112 episodes are noticeably shorter than non-anomalous episodes of Seinfeld, running in at an average seven minutes.1 Unlike a standard episode of Seinfeld, there is no apparent "B plot". In the event that audience members watch the same episode again, it will play out completely different. Additionally, attempts to rewind or pause an episode have resulted in failure. Records show that no two episodes have ever been exactly the same. However, all recorded incidents of SCP-6112 scenes maintain a few consistent traits: The scenes will consist primarily of the show's main characters (Jerry Seinfeld, George Costanza, Elaine Benes and Cosmo Kramer). However, not every scene will contain every character. The setting of the scenes will almost always be limited to Jerry's apartment. In rare cases, the episodes will have scenes outside of the apartment. The setting will always be nighttime. The scenes will feature no background music or sound effects, with the exception of the laugh track. The laugh track will play at seemingly random occurrences, regardless of whether there was humorous intent or even if there was anything happening on screen. The laugh track occasionally plays slower or faster, leading to the sound interlacing with a character's dialogue. The ending of every episode is similar; The final scene always ends with every living character leaving the room and closing the door, leaving the camera to record the empty apartment for up to thirty seconds while the credits play before abruptly being cut off. In the credits, the name associated with "Executive Producer" has been changed to one of the audience members' full names. The dialogue of the characters does not reflect the actual content of the show. Characters will make claims contradicted by other episodes, as well as discuss events that have never occurred in any episode of Seinfeld. The episodes do not appear to correlate with each other chronologically, if at all. After analysis, SCP-6112 was deemed completely safe to view. Viewing of SCP-6112 did not result in any psychological changes or anomalous side effects in any recorded tests. Early testing of SCP-6112 episodes were viewed by several Foundation researchers. However, after the researchers reported feeling uncomfortable witnessing SCP-6112 episodes, several anonymous D-Class personnel were used as the audience instead. Addendum.6112: Episode Summaries Episode Summary: 2007/09/03 George complains about an annoying neighbor to Jerry. Kramer enters the room, overhearing George's problem, and offers to help him frame the neighbor for caching marijuana. George jokingly agrees, while Kramer takes the response seriously and acts upon it. George later admits the neighbor is an ex-girlfriend who took the apartment in order to spite George after being unfaithful to their relationship. The episode ends with George confronting Kramer for framing the neighbor, while Kramer denies ever participating in the plan. Episode Summary: 2007/10/12 The entire episode consists of George sitting on the couch in Jerry's apartment and staring directly at the camera. Towards the end of the episode, Jerry enters and chastises George for wasting so much time watching television. George shoos Jerry out of the room and stares at the camera for roughly another minute before he picks up the remote and the recording cuts to static. Episode Summary: 2007/10/16 Elaine tells Jerry and George an anecdote about how she was bullied in high school by a group of three girls. Elaine freezes mid sentence and begins reciting the full name, date of birth, home address, phone number and occupation of three individuals while in a trancelike state. Kramer enters and along with Jerry and George, begins to insult Elaine with derogatory and sexist comments. After two minutes of this, Elaine picks up a metal bar and begins bludgeoning the other characters with it while they begin to scream. After knocking Jerry, George and Kramer onto the ground, seemingly unconscious, Elaine drops the metal bar and sits on the couch while the other characters rise. All characters begin casually engaging in a conversation about a local Chinese restaurant, showing no recollection of the previous scene. Episode Summary: 2007/11/15 Jerry and Elaine argue about the custody of a hypothetical child while George watches from offscreen. Jerry claims he has not seen the child since the year 1971, while Elaine reveals that Jerry's alcoholism drove her to a mental breakdown, resulting in her keeping the child in New Jersey. A second Jerry enters the room with several empty glass bottles of beer and begins throwing them around the room, leading the other characters to scream and attempt to hide behind furniture. The laugh track continues to play on loop as the scene unfolds into chaos until a bottle shatters in George's face, knocking him onto the floor and splattering blood on the furniture. The second Jerry exits the scene as the remaining characters scream in horror. The laugh track continues to loop and appears to increase in volume and hysterics. Episode Summary: 2008/01/17 Notably, this episode does not include a scene inside Jerry's apartment. The entire episode takes place in an unnamed forest clearing with Kramer and George. The two characters, equipped with shovels, dig a large hole while discussing a variety of topics. Subjects of conversation include horror movies, celebrities, stalking, violence, human anatomy, prison, and breakfast cereals. Both George and Kramer are noticeably at unease, and George begins to sniffle around the five minute point. At this point, neither character talks again. The episode cuts to footage from a camera zooming in on the second floor window of an unknown building. This scene lasts only for a few seconds before cutting back to the empty forest clearing for the remainder of the episode. What can be presumed to be George and Kramer's car is heard driving off at the end. Episode Summary: 2008/02/02 Jerry is sitting alone in his apartment for several minutes before George, Kramer, and Elaine enter. The characters wander around the room while talking to each other, with the exception of Jerry. Jerry spends the remainder of the episode attempting to communicate with the other characters. However, the other characters appear to be completely unaware of Jerry's presence in the room. After several minutes of failed attempts at conversation, Jerry lies down in the middle of the room and cries as the other characters laugh. At the end of the episode, the other characters leave Jerry crying on the floor. However, shortly after they exit, Jerry stands up and begins laughing hysterically to himself. Episode Summary: 2008/02/11 This episode, for the majority, features no laugh track or any recognizable characters. The entire episode appears to have been recorded via dashcam footage. The first two minutes of the episode consist of driving through a straight road and a small town before stopping at a parking lot. The vehicle is idle for another minute as the driver, an obscured figure in the dark, exits the vehicle and walks offscreen. The driver walks back into the vehicle with what appears to be two bottles of an unknown beverage. The remainder of the episode features the vehicle driving along the road for several minutes, frequently flashing with static and showing a new location. Notably, the car begins to frequently waver close to the middle yellow line. Halfway through the sixth minute, the car appears to drift off the road and hits an unknown figure before crashing into a pole. What can be presumed to be the driver can be seen running away from the scene and into the nearby forest as the video devolves into static. The static lasts for several seconds as what can be interpreted to be a warped, demonic laugh track plays. Immediately after, the episode cuts back to Jerry's empty apartment as the credits roll. No further testing has been attempted. Several other episodes of SCP-6112 were recorded but were not included, as they were deemed "unfit" for permanent documentation. Addendum.6112: Incident Log In a later test, an interaction between SCP-6112 and the audience was discovered accidentally. In the middle of a scene containing Jerry, Elaine, and Kramer, one of the audience members stood up and walked to a different part of the room for an extended period of time to avoid the television. Shortly after the subject broke focus with SCP-6112, the characters on screen abruptly ceased talking and stood frozen in silence for several seconds. Jerry, Elaine, and Kramer slowly rotated their heads to be staring directly at the camera. The characters stayed frozen in this position until the audience member walked back to the television. Moments later, the characters simultaneously continued their scene from where they left off. The other two members of the same audience reported that they found the scene unnerving. These two subjects were unable to get the same result from SCP-6112 when they walked away from the television during that episode. Footnotes 1. An average episode runs at 22 minutes long. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6112" by Nanec, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6112. Licensed under CC-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-6113 | esoteric-class | SCP-6113: Temporary Reflections by Dr Asteria ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} CONTENT WARNING The following files contain sensitive information on the topics of transphobia, gender dysphoria, bullying, abuse, suicide, and transgender experiences. Do not continue reading if these subjects are triggering to you. Item#: 6113 Level2 Secondary Class: multiple Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6113-1 and SCP-6113-2 is not possible at the present moment. Containment efforts of SCP-6113 are primarily focused on the suppression of information surrounding it. The following special containment procedures for SCP-6113 have been implemented: Spread disinformation surrounding SCP-6113-1 and SCP-6113-2 by Foundation web-crawlers and planted agents in an attempt to discredit any reported sightings and "Transition Events1." Locate and detain transgender individuals affected by SCP-6113 (henceforth referred to as "subject(s)") and hold them for questioning for no more than one week. Update and modify any and all legal records of subjects to reflect their current sex and gender identity. Apply Class A and E amnestics to subjects and any family, friends, and acquaintances, as well as implanting false memories as if the subject was assigned their gender at birth. Released subjects are monitored for one month to ensure complacency. These procedures have been effective at maintaining global normality. However, SCP-6113 continues to affect subjects at an average rate of 4 subjects per 7 days. The number of subjects affected by SCP-6113 total over 243, as of 05/11/2019. The Department of Thaumaturgy is currently developing a permanent containment method for SCP-6113-1. Despite numerous potential subjects employed at the Foundation, SCP-6113-1 refuses to enter Foundation property and conduct transition events on personnel. Testing on D-Class personnel; locating, tracking, and studying SCP-6113-1; and locating SCP-6113-2 is not possible at the present moment. Description: SCP-6113 is the designation for multiple objects of varying class, labeled SCP-6113-1 through SCP-6113-3. Refer to the individual files below. [Access File 6113-1] [Close File] Item#: 6113-1 Level2 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of writing, SCP-6113-1 has not been contained. In the event of its sighting, Mobile Task Force Lambda-69 ("Six-Color Crusaders") is to respond and follow standard humanoid apparition and reality bender containment protocols in an attempt to contain it. The Department of Thaumaturgy has yet to develop a conclusive containment method for SCP-6113-1. Description: SCP-6113-1 is a humanoid entity capable of teleportation and disguising as and impersonating human beings. SCP-6113-1 uses its abilities to facilitate "Transition Events" in transgender individuals globally2. Current prevailing theories suggest SCP-6113-1 is a humanoid spirit or reality bender, but its true nature is unknown. SCP-6113-1 typically reveals itself to subjects at their "lowest moment in life3." When doing so, it disguises itself as a person the subject shares a positive emotional bond with, such as a family member, friend, significant other, or teacher (henceforth referred to as "companion"). Using information about the subject's personal life and relationship to the companion, it guides the subject to SCP-6113-2 with its teleportation abilities. Subjects do not notice the moment of teleportation, as if they had continuously walked to the destination. How SCP-6113-1 obtains knowledge of the subject's life, the personality of the companion, and their relationship to the companion is unknown (but theorized to be a form of mind reading). SCP-6113-1 has also been observed to: Protect subjects from all physical harm, self-induced or otherwise, for a short time before and after appearing to them; Possess intimate knowledge about the subject's personal life, mental health, and relationships; Exude a feeling of calmness and comfort. Additionally, it is also theorized that SCP-6113-1 can become invisible so as to reveal itself to the subject at the right moment. SCP-6113-1 has not demonstrated any new abilities since its discovery on 20/04/2019, but it may or may not possess any more. [Access File 6113-2] [Close File] Item#: 6113-2 Level2 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of writing, SCP-6113-2 has not been contained. Due to its passive nature and contradictory descriptions, containment efforts are low priority compared to containing SCP-6113-1. If an opportunity to locate and contain SCP-6113-2 presents itself, Mobile Task Force Lambda-69 ("Six-Color Crusaders") and the Department of Anomalous Locations are to respond and contain SCP-6113-2. Description: SCP-6113-2 is a natural freshwater lake somewhere on Earth at an unknown location. Descriptions of SCP-6113-2 are inconsistent and contradictory, however, most subjects recall a lake matching that of forested areas in the Midwest region of the United States. SCP-6113-2 is the destination for SCP-6113-1 and its subjects when conducting "Transition Events." A transition event can only occur when SCP-6113-1, no more than one subject, and SCP-6113-2 are within each other's presence. The steps of a transition event are as follows4: SCP-6113-1 reveals itself to the subject, disguised as the subject's companion, protecting them from physical harm if necessary. In most cases, this happens alone. It is unclear whether it teleports directly or becomes visible. SCP-6113-1 calms and comforts the subject. Subjects do not question why their companion is suddenly accompanying them, as if this is completely normal. SCP-6113-1 suggests they go for a walk, guiding them to the lake. To the subject, the apparent environment morphs to match a theoretical path to SCP-6113-2 as if it were within walking distance. Only the subject perceives this. The actual physical locations remain unchanged. These hallucinations could also be the cause of the varying descriptions of SCP-6113-2. Again, subjects do not question this. SCP-6113-1, engaged in conversation with the subject about their personal life, offers the subject a seat at the edge of the lake, sitting with them. Topics have included school grades, relationships, and future plans. At some point, the conversation topic naturally shifts to that of gender identity and gender dysphoria5 (or euphoria). SCP-6113-1 then prompts the subject to view their reflection in the lake. When subjects view their reflection in the water, they first see themselves as is. Slowly, the reflection—and physical body—of the subject will permanently shift until matching their ideal gender identity. The sex characteristics and chromosomes of the subject are primarily affected. This process is similar to that of SCP-113, but notably painless. The subject expresses a strong emotional reaction (most often excitement and joy, but sometimes anxiety and fear) in which SCP-6113-1 responds appropriately. SCP-6113-1 then guides the subject back to their original location, saying goodbye before leaving either via teleportation or invisibility. Subjects that have underwent a transition event, though occasionally possessing atypical anatomy for humans of a binary sex, are non-anomalous. "Transition Events" do not significantly alter a subject's height, weight, and features that are not related to transitioning. Subjects also report feeling more confident and determined to improve their quality of life. Addendum 6113.1: Discovery On 17/04/2019, reports of subjects suddenly and perfectly changing sex characteristics without the need for medical procedures and Hormone Replacement Therapy began circulating on local news and social media. Only three days later did these reports capture the attention of the Foundation. Before discovery, 126 subjects had been affected by SCP-6113. Addendum 6113.2: Initial Containment Efforts On 20/04/2019, several Mobile Task Forces were deployed as the Department of Public Disinformation worked to discredit any reports of SCP-6113-1, SCP-6113-2, and its effects on subjects. During the initial containment efforts, subjects were detained and brought to nearby low-security Foundation facilities. Subjects were held for no more than one week. During this time, they were questioned about SCP-6113-1 and SCP-6113-2 while records and legal documents—such as birth certificates, passports, and driver's licenses—were updated to reflect their current gender. Before being released, subjects were given Class A and F amnestics. Any family, friends, and acquaintances of the subject were given Class E amnestics. Both subjects and associates were given false memories as if the subject was assigned their current gender at birth. Addendum 6113.3: Subject Testimony Over 243 subject testimonies have been collected since discovery. These testimonies are the basis for our understanding of SCP-6113. Notable testimonies are summarized below: Subject Age Summarized Testimony Sin Yoon-Ji 20 Subject, while in university in the United States, came out to her parents, who live in Incheon, South Korea, over phone call. Subject's parents were unaccepting and transphobic, threatening to disown her if she transitions. Subject was distraught for several hours. SCP-6113-1, disguised as her boyfriend, appeared to the subject. Notably, subject's boyfriend was out of state at the time. Noa Okita 46 Subject was laid off from his job recently and was not able to afford rent. Subject, his husband, and his two children struggled financially. Faced with eviction, SCP-6113-1 appeared to the subject, disguised as his father. Charlotte Young 87 Subject's wife died recently, which left her depressed for several months after. SCP-6113-1, disguised as her wife at a younger age, appeared to the subject when she found a photograph of the couple. Subject was also made apparently younger during her transition event. This effect did not last after the event. Athena Quan 13 Subject was in extreme emotional distress after continued transphobic harassment. Subject attempted suicide in the bathroom by slitting both wrists. The razor blade could not break her skin. Frustrated, subject threw the razor blade across the room and collapsed crying. SCP-6113-1, disguised as her older sister, appeared in the bathroom to comfort her. Notably, the bathroom has no windows and only one door. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 3/6113-3 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 3/6113-3 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. [Input Level 3/6113-3 Credentials] Footnotes 1. See File 6113-2 2. See File 6113-2. 3. See Addendum 6113.3: Subject Testimony. 4. See Addendum 6113.3: Subject Testimony. 5. 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SCP-6113 | uncontained | SCP-6113: Temporary Reflections by Dr Asteria ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} CONTENT WARNING The following files contain sensitive information on the topics of transphobia, gender dysphoria, bullying, abuse, suicide, and transgender experiences. Do not continue reading if these subjects are triggering to you. Item#: 6113 Level2 Secondary Class: multiple Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6113-1 and SCP-6113-2 is not possible at the present moment. Containment efforts of SCP-6113 are primarily focused on the suppression of information surrounding it. The following special containment procedures for SCP-6113 have been implemented: Spread disinformation surrounding SCP-6113-1 and SCP-6113-2 by Foundation web-crawlers and planted agents in an attempt to discredit any reported sightings and "Transition Events1." Locate and detain transgender individuals affected by SCP-6113 (henceforth referred to as "subject(s)") and hold them for questioning for no more than one week. Update and modify any and all legal records of subjects to reflect their current sex and gender identity. Apply Class A and E amnestics to subjects and any family, friends, and acquaintances, as well as implanting false memories as if the subject was assigned their gender at birth. Released subjects are monitored for one month to ensure complacency. These procedures have been effective at maintaining global normality. However, SCP-6113 continues to affect subjects at an average rate of 4 subjects per 7 days. The number of subjects affected by SCP-6113 total over 243, as of 05/11/2019. The Department of Thaumaturgy is currently developing a permanent containment method for SCP-6113-1. Despite numerous potential subjects employed at the Foundation, SCP-6113-1 refuses to enter Foundation property and conduct transition events on personnel. Testing on D-Class personnel; locating, tracking, and studying SCP-6113-1; and locating SCP-6113-2 is not possible at the present moment. Description: SCP-6113 is the designation for multiple objects of varying class, labeled SCP-6113-1 through SCP-6113-3. Refer to the individual files below. [Access File 6113-1] [Close File] Item#: 6113-1 Level2 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of writing, SCP-6113-1 has not been contained. In the event of its sighting, Mobile Task Force Lambda-69 ("Six-Color Crusaders") is to respond and follow standard humanoid apparition and reality bender containment protocols in an attempt to contain it. The Department of Thaumaturgy has yet to develop a conclusive containment method for SCP-6113-1. Description: SCP-6113-1 is a humanoid entity capable of teleportation and disguising as and impersonating human beings. SCP-6113-1 uses its abilities to facilitate "Transition Events" in transgender individuals globally2. Current prevailing theories suggest SCP-6113-1 is a humanoid spirit or reality bender, but its true nature is unknown. SCP-6113-1 typically reveals itself to subjects at their "lowest moment in life3." When doing so, it disguises itself as a person the subject shares a positive emotional bond with, such as a family member, friend, significant other, or teacher (henceforth referred to as "companion"). Using information about the subject's personal life and relationship to the companion, it guides the subject to SCP-6113-2 with its teleportation abilities. Subjects do not notice the moment of teleportation, as if they had continuously walked to the destination. How SCP-6113-1 obtains knowledge of the subject's life, the personality of the companion, and their relationship to the companion is unknown (but theorized to be a form of mind reading). SCP-6113-1 has also been observed to: Protect subjects from all physical harm, self-induced or otherwise, for a short time before and after appearing to them; Possess intimate knowledge about the subject's personal life, mental health, and relationships; Exude a feeling of calmness and comfort. Additionally, it is also theorized that SCP-6113-1 can become invisible so as to reveal itself to the subject at the right moment. SCP-6113-1 has not demonstrated any new abilities since its discovery on 20/04/2019, but it may or may not possess any more. [Access File 6113-2] [Close File] Item#: 6113-2 Level2 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of writing, SCP-6113-2 has not been contained. Due to its passive nature and contradictory descriptions, containment efforts are low priority compared to containing SCP-6113-1. If an opportunity to locate and contain SCP-6113-2 presents itself, Mobile Task Force Lambda-69 ("Six-Color Crusaders") and the Department of Anomalous Locations are to respond and contain SCP-6113-2. Description: SCP-6113-2 is a natural freshwater lake somewhere on Earth at an unknown location. Descriptions of SCP-6113-2 are inconsistent and contradictory, however, most subjects recall a lake matching that of forested areas in the Midwest region of the United States. SCP-6113-2 is the destination for SCP-6113-1 and its subjects when conducting "Transition Events." A transition event can only occur when SCP-6113-1, no more than one subject, and SCP-6113-2 are within each other's presence. The steps of a transition event are as follows4: SCP-6113-1 reveals itself to the subject, disguised as the subject's companion, protecting them from physical harm if necessary. In most cases, this happens alone. It is unclear whether it teleports directly or becomes visible. SCP-6113-1 calms and comforts the subject. Subjects do not question why their companion is suddenly accompanying them, as if this is completely normal. SCP-6113-1 suggests they go for a walk, guiding them to the lake. To the subject, the apparent environment morphs to match a theoretical path to SCP-6113-2 as if it were within walking distance. Only the subject perceives this. The actual physical locations remain unchanged. These hallucinations could also be the cause of the varying descriptions of SCP-6113-2. Again, subjects do not question this. SCP-6113-1, engaged in conversation with the subject about their personal life, offers the subject a seat at the edge of the lake, sitting with them. Topics have included school grades, relationships, and future plans. At some point, the conversation topic naturally shifts to that of gender identity and gender dysphoria5 (or euphoria). SCP-6113-1 then prompts the subject to view their reflection in the lake. When subjects view their reflection in the water, they first see themselves as is. Slowly, the reflection—and physical body—of the subject will permanently shift until matching their ideal gender identity. The sex characteristics and chromosomes of the subject are primarily affected. This process is similar to that of SCP-113, but notably painless. The subject expresses a strong emotional reaction (most often excitement and joy, but sometimes anxiety and fear) in which SCP-6113-1 responds appropriately. SCP-6113-1 then guides the subject back to their original location, saying goodbye before leaving either via teleportation or invisibility. Subjects that have underwent a transition event, though occasionally possessing atypical anatomy for humans of a binary sex, are non-anomalous. "Transition Events" do not significantly alter a subject's height, weight, and features that are not related to transitioning. Subjects also report feeling more confident and determined to improve their quality of life. Addendum 6113.1: Discovery On 17/04/2019, reports of subjects suddenly and perfectly changing sex characteristics without the need for medical procedures and Hormone Replacement Therapy began circulating on local news and social media. Only three days later did these reports capture the attention of the Foundation. Before discovery, 126 subjects had been affected by SCP-6113. Addendum 6113.2: Initial Containment Efforts On 20/04/2019, several Mobile Task Forces were deployed as the Department of Public Disinformation worked to discredit any reports of SCP-6113-1, SCP-6113-2, and its effects on subjects. During the initial containment efforts, subjects were detained and brought to nearby low-security Foundation facilities. Subjects were held for no more than one week. During this time, they were questioned about SCP-6113-1 and SCP-6113-2 while records and legal documents—such as birth certificates, passports, and driver's licenses—were updated to reflect their current gender. Before being released, subjects were given Class A and F amnestics. Any family, friends, and acquaintances of the subject were given Class E amnestics. Both subjects and associates were given false memories as if the subject was assigned their current gender at birth. Addendum 6113.3: Subject Testimony Over 243 subject testimonies have been collected since discovery. These testimonies are the basis for our understanding of SCP-6113. Notable testimonies are summarized below: Subject Age Summarized Testimony Sin Yoon-Ji 20 Subject, while in university in the United States, came out to her parents, who live in Incheon, South Korea, over phone call. Subject's parents were unaccepting and transphobic, threatening to disown her if she transitions. Subject was distraught for several hours. SCP-6113-1, disguised as her boyfriend, appeared to the subject. Notably, subject's boyfriend was out of state at the time. Noa Okita 46 Subject was laid off from his job recently and was not able to afford rent. Subject, his husband, and his two children struggled financially. Faced with eviction, SCP-6113-1 appeared to the subject, disguised as his father. Charlotte Young 87 Subject's wife died recently, which left her depressed for several months after. SCP-6113-1, disguised as her wife at a younger age, appeared to the subject when she found a photograph of the couple. Subject was also made apparently younger during her transition event. This effect did not last after the event. Athena Quan 13 Subject was in extreme emotional distress after continued transphobic harassment. Subject attempted suicide in the bathroom by slitting both wrists. The razor blade could not break her skin. Frustrated, subject threw the razor blade across the room and collapsed crying. SCP-6113-1, disguised as her older sister, appeared in the bathroom to comfort her. Notably, the bathroom has no windows and only one door. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 3/6113-3 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 3/6113-3 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. [Input Level 3/6113-3 Credentials] Footnotes 1. See File 6113-2 2. See File 6113-2. 3. See Addendum 6113.3: Subject Testimony. 4. See Addendum 6113.3: Subject Testimony. 5. 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SCP-6114 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6114 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6114 should be initiated in an underground, concrete room in Area-43. When SCP-6114-1 is revived, it should be informed of why it was revived, and be made aware of any relevant information pertaining to the current state of the world. Description: SCP-6114 is a ritual that will revive any deity, but only at a fraction of its original stature. An item significant to the entity's background should be placed on floor markings resembling several concentric circles, engraved it the ground, and filled with bovine blood. The exact process of SCP-6114, however, is redacted under O5 Command request as to not permit any instances of SCP-6114-1 being summoned without approval. After the ritual is finished, the SCP-6114-1 instance's name will appear in dust of an unidentifiable make up. SCP-6114-1 are the revived fragments of several religiously significant entities, otherwise known as gods belonging to their own religions. SCP-6114-1 instances can only be revived if captured in items heavily associated to their backgrounds and history. SCP-6114-1 instances are fully capable of thought and vocalization, permitted they originally possessed these traits. To note: SCP-6114-1 instances cannot be summoned if the original entity still exists. Addendum 6114.1: Project Spearhead is a tri-function of: the Dept. of Tactical Theology, the Dept. of Anomalous Communications and Relations, with the Dept. of Anomalous Weapons Development leading it. It was commissioned and organized by Dr. Ezra Everest1, due to frequent raids on Area-34 by outside groups of interest for its weapon concepts, and the attack on AWD's previous director. PROJECT SPEARHEAD Project Spearhead is a collaboration between the Department of Tactical Theology, the Dept. of Anomalous Communications and Relations, and the Dept. of Anomalous Weapons Development. It consists of summoning an SCP-6114-1 instance using SCP-6114. The SCP-6114-1 instance in question is Athena, the Greek patron goddess of wisdom and war. In Greek mythology, Poseidon2 and Athena were competing to become the tutelary deity of a city, of what would eventually become Athens. They competed, giving gifts to the citizens of the city-state. Eventually, Athena plunged her spear into the ground, and an olive tree instantaneously sprouted, and Athena was awarded the title of tutelary deity. As decided by the Dept. of Tactical Theology, an olive tree has been deemed significant enough to become the central item of the ritual. The SCP-6114-1 instance will then be trapped inside the olive tree. During the entrapment, the SCP-6114-1 instance's anomalous abilities will become diluted, as to disable it from overpowering personel. ATTEMPT #1 Deity name: "Hathor" Instance details: A melodic flute song started to play. Holes were being dug into the sides of the tree, and milk poured out of them. All the staff members in the room lost vital signs for approximately 2.09 seconds. The instance was soon banished. ATTEMPT #2 Deity name: "Tapio" Instance details: Two small strips of moss appeared on the bark of the host vessel, and a low humming could be heard. An attempt was made to banish this instance from the vessel, but the attempt was unsuccessful, as the instance possessed the vessel for exactly 25 minutes longer. Just before the instance left, the vessel was split apart halfway from the top, revealing a deer skull made of wood, with fog rising from it. After the vessel was inspected, it showed no lasting features of what the previous instance had done. ATTEMPT #3 Deity name: "Athena" Instance details: Wind blows around in the room with no feasible natural cause. A disembodied shrieking can be heard. Red dust settles in front of the vessel and forms the name: ATHENA. Athena is designated now as SCP-6114-1A. SCP-6114-1A possesses minor thaumaturgic capabilities, such as limited manipulation of its form and the ability to remotely move smaller objects. SCP-6114-1A has no physical means of communication, but communicates through a disembodied voice. AUDIO TRANSCRIPT Preface: Dr. Ezra Everest and Dr. Cole Thereven3 reserved INTERVIEW ROOM #3 to host this interview with SCP-6114-1A. The video starts. Dr. Cole Thereven and Dr. Ezra Everest are both sitting on the same side of a interview table, while SCP-6114-1A has been planted in a pot for the time being, and has been placed on the top of a large stool opposite the two doctors. Dr. Thereven: Starting initial interview. Dr. Cole Thereven, Dr. Ezra Everest and SCP-6114-1A are present. Dr. Thereven: Hello, Athena. SCP-6114-1A: WHAT HAS HAPPENED? Dr. Thereven: Well- Dr. Cole Thereven clears his throat. Dr. Thereven: In short, you have been dead for quite some time. SCP-6114-1A: YES, I KNOW THIS. Dr. Thereven: Me and my collegue here have "brought you back from the dead". SCP-6114-1A: WHO EVEN ARE YOU TWO? Dr. Everest: I am Ezra Everest, and the man sitting next to me is Cole Thereven. SCP-6114-1A: SO, COME TO BEG FOR MY GODSHIP? Dr. Everest: Excuse me? What does that even mean? SCP-6114-1A: YOU DARE ADDRESS ME IN SUCH A TONE, MORTAL? Dr. Everest: I can speak in whatever tone I like. SCP-6114-1A: YOU SIMPERING- SCP-6114-1A attempts to utilize its thaumaturgical abilities but finds itself inhibited. SCP-6114-1A: WHAT HAVE YOU DON- Dr. Thereven: Please! Everyone, calm yourselves. Athena, the reason we called you here today is for a proposition. SCP-6114-1A: HM? Dr. Thereven: Before I get to that, I’ll need to ask you some questions. Are you fine with that? SCP-6114-1A: I SUPPOSE. Dr. Thereven: Great. First off- you seem sufficiently versed in the modern english language. Any explanation for this? SCP-6114-1A: DURING MY TIME IN THE UNDERWORLD, I CAME ACROSS MANY PEOPLE WHO HAD LIVED ACROSS DIFFERENT AGES, AND LEARNED FROM THEM, SIMPLY PUT. Dr. Thereven: Alright. Next question. Do you have any idea how you died? SCP-6114-1A: I- WELL, I DON’T HAVE THE SLIGHTEST IDEA. Dr. Thereven: That’ll be all for now. Are you willing to hear my proposition, now? SCP-6114-1A: THAT WOULD BE ACCEPTABLE. Dr. Thereven: Would you like to become our protective deity, responsible for keeping all of us safe? SCP-6114-1A: I HAVEN'T EVEN HEARD WHERE I AM. Dr. Everest: A secure location, in Costa Rica. SCP-6114-1A: COSTA….RIC….? -I CANNOT BECOME YOUR GOD. Dr. Everest: "Deity". SCP-6114-1A: Y- Dr. Thereven: Don't start. SCP-6114-1A: I ALREADY PROTECT ATHENS. Dr. Thereven: All due respect, most of Athens has forgotten about you. SCP-6114-1A's twigs curl. SCP-6114-1A: MEANING? Dr. Thereven: They don't believe you've ever existed. SCP-6114-1A: OH. Dr. Thereven: You need us as much as we need you. SCP-6114-1A: WHAT IS THE POPULATION OF "AREA-34"? Dr. Everest: About 1400. SCP-6114-1A: I’LL CONSIDER IT. Aftermath: After reviewing the transcript above, 05 command has found it suitable to have Dr. Ezra Everest attend a month worth of basic anomaly communication sessions, guided by Dr. Cole Thereven. SCP-6114-1A has agreed to becoming the tutelary deity of Area-34. REQUEST FORM DATE SUBMITTED: 5/13/21 SUBMITTED BY: SCP-6114-1A REQUEST DETAILS: SCP-6114-1A has requested a humanoid form, for more mobility. In accepting this request, it would also increase SCP-6114-1A's thaumaturgical abilities to allow SCP-6114-1A to perform its position correctly. O5 council vote results have been included below. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED The above proposal has been approved with the understanding that a device- called AIRTHEIN.09, will be inserted into SCP-6114-1A's improved host. AIRTHEIN.09, upon activation, will release a neurotoxin into SCP-6114-1A's host, effectively exterminating SCP-6114-1A, should it decide to betray the initial agreement. [05/17/21] SECURITY LOG [START LOG] [00:01]: It is nearing midnight at Area-34. The security camera shows a hallway. 3 figures come on camera, creeping towards the other end of the hallway. They are arranged in a tri-position, and all three are wearing the same military-type gear. [00:35]: The figure in front puts his arm up, and the 3 cease movement. The group is standing in the center of the hallway, their backs towards the camera. [00:54]: A long branch sneaks up from behind the group, growing instantaneously. It wraps around flat, and in front of the group. [01:04]: The figure in front raises their arm again, and holds up two fingers. The group continues. [01:05]: They all trip on the branch, and a loud snapping sound occurs. [01:34]: While the figures are readjusting, SCP-6114-1A walks towards them. [01:38]: SCP-6114-1A's back is in full view. It is holding a spear, and has grown a thick plate of wood on its arm. Figure-1: SHIT! Turn around, turn around! [01:56]: The other two figures turn around quickly. SCP-6114-1A lunges toward the figure on the far right, impaling them in the stomach with the spear before taking it out again. [02:07]: SCP-6114-1A brings its shield up to the figure on the far left's chin, disabling them and knocking them to the floor. [02:13]: The third figure has already gotten to the far end of the hall. They turn around, and pull a pistol firearm from their pocket, firing at SCP-6114-1A several times. [02:45]: SCP-6114-1A quickly lifts its shield to absorb the bullets. [02:53]: SCP-6114-1A lowers its shield, and bring the arm holding the spear back, and throws it at the figure. It lands, and it impales the figure. Aftermath: The corpses were later identified to be members of the Chaos Insurgency. Their personal identities have been withheld. Addendum.6114.2: Hey, Cole. How's Wisconsin treating you? Good, I hope. Things have been going well here ever since Project Spearhead was thrown into the mix. Athena is really getting used to the crew over here. She's learn not to be a condescending prick, which is good. There's been minimal break-ins, so I guess others have caught wind of the situation. Sincerely, Dr. Ezra Everest. P.S., the monthly postcards were printed. You look good. (Left: SCP-6114-1A, Center: Dr. Cole Thereven, Right: Dr. Ezra Everest) Footnotes 1. Director of the Dept. of Anomalous Weapons Development. 2. Greek patron god of the sea. 3. The Director of the Deptartment of Anomalous Communications and Relations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6114" by Cole 13, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6114. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6115 | safe | SCP-6115: The Public Option Author: aismallard Image Sources: package.jpg — SnappyGoat (Public Domain) sick.jpg — Wikimedia Commons (Public Domain) phase-diagram.png — Wikimedia Commons (Public Domain) Thanks to: OptimisticLucio smlt magna2s Pedantique ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6115 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: N/A Risk Class: danger link to memo Package containing SCP-6115 and usage instructions. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6115-1 individuals are to be transferred to the nearest Foundation facility with medical equipment capable of treating SCP-6115. Per Foundation medical policy, patients must receive a clean bill of health or sign a waiver before being released. MTF-Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") is to destroy any instances of SCP-6115 found in the mail. Description: SCP-6115 refers to a blue-green gel-like substance. Typically, it is kept within a 4cm × 1.5cm × 12cm cylindrical plastic container, which is held in paper packages. The anomaly is a thaumaturgically active substance with a number of effects on living tissue. SCP-6115-1 instances are humans who have had made skin contact with the anomaly. Upon initial contact with SCP-6115, a thaumaturgic sympathy bond forms, causing the body's energy processing and distribution mechanism to form an alternate organ system. Safely dispelling this bond is crucial to successful neutralization. Thaumaturgic phase diagram of self-limosis After full implementation of these changes, the body is able to ectoentropically maintain itself near-indefinitely, using an anomalous process known as self-limosis. While in this state, the individual is able to produce energy on demand to power bodily organs, though efficiency is typically too poor to allow motor function. This system does not utilize traditional boundaries between organs and bodily tissue, instead opting for an internal circulatory system within the confines of their body composed almost entirely of thaumaturgic medium fluids. There are several convection cycles within the SCP-6115-1 instance's body which serve various purposes, such as ritual energy generation, repurposing waste, transmitting signals from the brain, and production of additional fluid. This extraneous production must be flushed from the system to prevent necrosis; in the early stages, this manifests through suffusion of fluid through pores in the skin. Because the ratio of SCP-6115 bile to mundane bodily fluids is low, most vented output is composed of the former. Due to cycle formations being undeveloped early, distribution is poor, and parts of the individual's skin bulges as fluid collects in various parts of the body. During this stage, the following symptoms are commonly reported: Excessive bleeding Nausea and vomiting Toxic shock syndrome Skin inflammation Situs consolidatus (merging of internal organs) Hypodontia (usually due to dissolution of gum tissue) Headache Due to significant induced emesis, the SCP-6115 pamphlet notes that the generated anomalous fluids were specially designed to handle this output; indeed any vomit melds with the skin and forms large, moss-like scabs after several minutes of contact. Early-stage SCP-6115-1 individual experiencing bloating and bleeding symptoms. One concern paraphysicians should consider when treating SCP-6115-1 patients is the onset of thaumaturgic hypermaterialization. This is a consequence of SCP-6115's design: the presence of excess catalyst polyps in the original anomalous substance can stimulate excessive cell division. Due to the lack of a custom summoning frame, these tumorous growths extrude from any extremity they can, commonly targeting fingers, toes, eyes, nasal holes, and the tongue. These protrusions can grow significantly beyond normal bodily boundaries,1 which can cause discomfort in the host. It is at this point that the SCP-6115 pamphlet recommends calling the Foundation to report contact with the anomaly. End-stage SCP-6115 is marked by the affected individual having a fully-flexible form, with internal thaumic cycles replacing traditionally-shaped organs and tissue. Because few civilians have training in anomalous self-image projection, mobility in this state is extremely difficult, and their body tends to take the shape of whatever container it is in. It is for this reason that most instances are found residing in their bathtub when Foundation medical personnel arrive. Continuous vomiting also ceases around this time, due to the lack of a traditional mouth. Despite severe symptoms, SCP-6115 is not usually fatal. Only 2.7% of infectees expire, usually as a result of medical complications from old age. Use of rectal thaumaturgic sun worm therapy in combination with blood warding has proven effective in healing affected individuals. Nearly all recovered individuals regrow lost organs and return to normal health within a month. Addendum 6115-1: Obligations under US Law In 2023, the American Parahealth Provider Act was passed by the US Congress and signed into law by the President. Written and sponsored by a senator from Vermont, the act requires the Foundation, as a condition of its funding from the US government, to provide medical care to all otherwise-non-anomalous US citizens and permanent residents who are experiencing negative health effects from interaction with anomalies. Most SCP-6115 instances are acquired via Ashe2, where they are sold for $20 each (plus shipping and handling). Because the Foundation has the technological capability to heal SCP-6115-1 instances, this law enforces a broad obligation to provide care for such civilians. Since 2025, the Foundation has received more than 170,000 patients annually who intentionally self-administered SCP-6115 because they had a serious non-anomalous malady and could not afford health insurance. Footnotes 1. The longest recorded incidence was 0.41 meters of a fleshy appendage attached to the subject's left thumb. 2. An online marketplace that sells anomalous goods. It is a subsidiary of Marshall, Carter, and Dark and is marketed towards low and middle-income civilians. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6115" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6115. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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SCP-6115 | uncontained | SCP-6115: The Public Option Author: aismallard Image Sources: package.jpg — SnappyGoat (Public Domain) sick.jpg — Wikimedia Commons (Public Domain) phase-diagram.png — Wikimedia Commons (Public Domain) Thanks to: OptimisticLucio smlt magna2s Pedantique ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6115 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: N/A Risk Class: danger link to memo Package containing SCP-6115 and usage instructions. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6115-1 individuals are to be transferred to the nearest Foundation facility with medical equipment capable of treating SCP-6115. Per Foundation medical policy, patients must receive a clean bill of health or sign a waiver before being released. MTF-Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") is to destroy any instances of SCP-6115 found in the mail. Description: SCP-6115 refers to a blue-green gel-like substance. Typically, it is kept within a 4cm × 1.5cm × 12cm cylindrical plastic container, which is held in paper packages. The anomaly is a thaumaturgically active substance with a number of effects on living tissue. SCP-6115-1 instances are humans who have had made skin contact with the anomaly. Upon initial contact with SCP-6115, a thaumaturgic sympathy bond forms, causing the body's energy processing and distribution mechanism to form an alternate organ system. Safely dispelling this bond is crucial to successful neutralization. Thaumaturgic phase diagram of self-limosis After full implementation of these changes, the body is able to ectoentropically maintain itself near-indefinitely, using an anomalous process known as self-limosis. While in this state, the individual is able to produce energy on demand to power bodily organs, though efficiency is typically too poor to allow motor function. This system does not utilize traditional boundaries between organs and bodily tissue, instead opting for an internal circulatory system within the confines of their body composed almost entirely of thaumaturgic medium fluids. There are several convection cycles within the SCP-6115-1 instance's body which serve various purposes, such as ritual energy generation, repurposing waste, transmitting signals from the brain, and production of additional fluid. This extraneous production must be flushed from the system to prevent necrosis; in the early stages, this manifests through suffusion of fluid through pores in the skin. Because the ratio of SCP-6115 bile to mundane bodily fluids is low, most vented output is composed of the former. Due to cycle formations being undeveloped early, distribution is poor, and parts of the individual's skin bulges as fluid collects in various parts of the body. During this stage, the following symptoms are commonly reported: Excessive bleeding Nausea and vomiting Toxic shock syndrome Skin inflammation Situs consolidatus (merging of internal organs) Hypodontia (usually due to dissolution of gum tissue) Headache Due to significant induced emesis, the SCP-6115 pamphlet notes that the generated anomalous fluids were specially designed to handle this output; indeed any vomit melds with the skin and forms large, moss-like scabs after several minutes of contact. Early-stage SCP-6115-1 individual experiencing bloating and bleeding symptoms. One concern paraphysicians should consider when treating SCP-6115-1 patients is the onset of thaumaturgic hypermaterialization. This is a consequence of SCP-6115's design: the presence of excess catalyst polyps in the original anomalous substance can stimulate excessive cell division. Due to the lack of a custom summoning frame, these tumorous growths extrude from any extremity they can, commonly targeting fingers, toes, eyes, nasal holes, and the tongue. These protrusions can grow significantly beyond normal bodily boundaries,1 which can cause discomfort in the host. It is at this point that the SCP-6115 pamphlet recommends calling the Foundation to report contact with the anomaly. End-stage SCP-6115 is marked by the affected individual having a fully-flexible form, with internal thaumic cycles replacing traditionally-shaped organs and tissue. Because few civilians have training in anomalous self-image projection, mobility in this state is extremely difficult, and their body tends to take the shape of whatever container it is in. It is for this reason that most instances are found residing in their bathtub when Foundation medical personnel arrive. Continuous vomiting also ceases around this time, due to the lack of a traditional mouth. Despite severe symptoms, SCP-6115 is not usually fatal. Only 2.7% of infectees expire, usually as a result of medical complications from old age. Use of rectal thaumaturgic sun worm therapy in combination with blood warding has proven effective in healing affected individuals. Nearly all recovered individuals regrow lost organs and return to normal health within a month. Addendum 6115-1: Obligations under US Law In 2023, the American Parahealth Provider Act was passed by the US Congress and signed into law by the President. Written and sponsored by a senator from Vermont, the act requires the Foundation, as a condition of its funding from the US government, to provide medical care to all otherwise-non-anomalous US citizens and permanent residents who are experiencing negative health effects from interaction with anomalies. Most SCP-6115 instances are acquired via Ashe2, where they are sold for $20 each (plus shipping and handling). Because the Foundation has the technological capability to heal SCP-6115-1 instances, this law enforces a broad obligation to provide care for such civilians. Since 2025, the Foundation has received more than 170,000 patients annually who intentionally self-administered SCP-6115 because they had a serious non-anomalous malady and could not afford health insurance. Footnotes 1. The longest recorded incidence was 0.41 meters of a fleshy appendage attached to the subject's left thumb. 2. An online marketplace that sells anomalous goods. It is a subsidiary of Marshall, Carter, and Dark and is marketed towards low and middle-income civilians. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6115" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6115. Licensed under CC-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-6116 | safe | Item#: 6116 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo International Museum of Fine Arts, Lidcombe prior to containment Special Containment Procedures: The building directly around SCP-6116, designated Containment Area 956, is surrounded by a 3-meter-high chain-link fence lined with barbed wire. Due to the relatively low-cost nature of the containment, SCP-6116 is to remain in the area in Containment Area 956, and not be transported and contained in a separate site. Three guards are to patrol the perimeter of the museum, which is monitored with surveillance cameras. In the event of unauthorized entry into SCP-6116, the intruder(s) should be subdued using non-lethal means and detained for 1 hour in the event SCP-6116's effects display delayed onset. If the intruder displays symptoms of being exposed to SCP-6116, they are to be treated using area medical facilities. Special biohazardous protocols are not necessary in the event that protocols prove cumbersome in treating detainees. Once the intruder is confirmed to be in a stable condition, they are to be amnesticized and removed from the premises. Description: SCP-6116 is an orchestra of instruments located inside the defunct International Museum of Fine Arts, Lidcombe in Lidcombe, New South Wales, Australia. The orchestra itself consists of violins, cellos, violas, basses, oboes, flutes, clarinets, bassoons, trombones, trumpets, and horns. The building itself consists of a central facility with north, south, east, and west wings which form a cross when viewed from above. Between the hours of 11 PM and 5 AM1, SCP-6116, which is located in the west wing of the museum, animates and plays works from the classical and romantic periods2. SCP-6116 causes affected individuals to desire to listen to the music until forced to stop, usually by sedation. If not sedated, the subject will struggle against attempts to remove the subject from direct and clear earshot of SCP-6116. The subject will attempt to listen until they experience the direct effects of SCP-6116. The desire to listen becomes less prominent the farther the subject is from SCP-6116 and is completely ineffective outside a 30-meter radius. Approximately 15 minutes after the subject is exposed to SCP-6116, they experience severe skin necrosis, similar to that of necrotizing fasciitis. Although non-communicable, the onset of the necrosis is sudden and extreme. Depending on the amount of time the subject was exposed to SCP-6116, the subject may experience delayed onset of the anomalous effect. Exploration Log SCP-6116 Exploration Log SCP-6116 Foreword: After the discovery and containment of SCP-6116, two personnel were ordered to explore SCP-6116 to discern the nature of the anomaly. The D-class personnel was equipped with headsets, flashlights, and body cameras. Date: 6-6-2021, 12:00 AM Subject: SCP-6116 Team Members: D-47683 and D-2978 [BEGIN LOG] Security Agent Harms: Begin log. The date is June 6, 2021. Personnel involved are D-47683 and D-2978. Hello D-47683 and D-2978. Your orders are simple. Explore this location with the provided monitoring equipment, find the anomaly, and take any evidence that you may come across. D-47683: Isn't this place just an old museum? Why do you want us to explore it? D-2978: Look, I know you're the new guy, so a word to the wise, I suggest you shut up and follow orders. You'll live longer that way. D-47683: What do you mean? D-2978: Jesus. Alright, let's go. D-2978 begins to move from the entrance of the east wing into the building. D-47683: Hey! What do you mean by "live longer"? D-2978 is heard letting out a sigh D-2978: I'm not usually this nice, but since you're new here I'll give you the rundown. Look kid, whatever's in here will probably kill us the second it sees us. D-47683: W-What? D-2978: Boy, what did you do? Who did you kill to end up in this shit hole? D-47683: Well, I was robbing a bank with my crew, and I pulled the trigger on the clerk when we were done. I didn't mean to! I'd never killed anyone before. I don't want to die! D-2978: Ah, well shit happens. D-2978 reaches the center of the complex and abruptly stops. D-47683: Hey, do you hear that? D-2978: Hear wha-Wait. I do hear it. D-2978: It almost sounds like… music. I can't tell where it's coming from, though. D-2978's breathing and perspiration increase as he stares down the west wing of the museum. D-47683: Yeah you're right. It sounds beautiful too. D-2978: Okay, whatever it is will probably kill us, so there's no use for us both to die. I'll keep going straight and you go right. Let's meet back here in thirty minutes. Got it, kid? D-47683: What?! You want me to go off alone into god knows where? You said whatever's here will kill us! D-2978: Please, just trust me. D-47683: Well… I guess that makes sense. Okay, I'll go north, and you can go west. D-2978: See you in thirty, kid. D-2978 and D-47683 diverge at this point, with D-2978 entering the west wing of the museum, however, they are still able to communicate using the provided headsets. D-2978: Hey, I got to the end of the west wing and I think I found it. D-47683: "It"? What's "it"? What did you find? D-2978: Well it's like an orchestra, but it's playing itself. It's almost like invisible musicians playing. It's amazing, so beautiful. D-47683: Okay, well if that's all they wanted us to find, we can meet back in the middle. D-47683 made his way back to the center of the museum; D-2978 does not move from viewing the orchestra. D-47683: Hey, I'm at the place. Are you almost here? D-2978: I'm not coming. D-47683: What? What do you mean? We were supposed to meet here! D-2978: I'm not leaving. It's beautiful. Stay away. At this point, D-2978's video and audio monitoring equipment are deactivated manually. D-47683: Hello? Hello!? Fuck, I think his line is dead. D-47683 begins to move towards the west wing but stops when a scream is heard. D-47683: What the fuck was that? Oh god, please be okay. D-47683 begins to run towards the noise. D-47683: FUCK! D-47683 abruptly stops roughly ten meters from the door to the west wing when he sees D-2978 exit the door, limping towards him, and suffering from extreme necrosis. D-2978 begins begging for mercy D-47683: What the- D-47683 begins to run from D-2978 and hides in a custodial closet near the center of the museum. D-47683: Oh god. Oh, god. What the fu- D-47683 vomits. D-47683: Jesus. What happened to him? D-47683 looks around the closet and notices a makeshift bed constructed from auditorium seat cushions, several empty bottles of water, and plates of expired food. D-47683: Where am I? Did someone live here? D-47683 sits on the makeshift bed and begins to sob D-47683: Where the fuck am I? I never meant to shoot that girl…and now… now I'm here. What am I supposed to do? The only guy that didn't treat me like trash here is dead because he wanted me to live. I don't deserve kindness. Not after I murdered an innocent girl. D-47683 backs closer to the wall but collides with a shelf, causing a book to fall on him. D-47683: Ow! Huh? What's this? "Journal of Martin Schuster." D-47683 is instructed via radio by researchers to read the journal. He proceeds to skim through several pages. D-47683: What the hell? A reality bender? Shit like that exists? That explains what happened here. This guy… Martin… I need to get this back. Me escaping is what the old man died for. D-47683 moves towards the door and slowly opens it while surveying the hall. D-2978's corpse is seen lying roughly fifteen meters away. D-47683: If I hadn't killed that girl none of this would've happened, and maybe the old man wouldn't have died. I'm not the only one to do something unforgivable here, though, but at least Martin fixed his mistakes. D-47683 proceeds to the east wing extraction point. [END LOG] Addendum SCP-6116 A: The journal recovered from the museum is labeled as having belonged to Martin Schuster. Schuster disappeared on December 15, 2003, and was thought to have been scheduled to perform in an orchestra at the International Museum of Fine Arts, Lidcombe that day. When questioned, his romantic partner at the time, Charlotte Pantier, said that he left for the concert in the late afternoon, but she could not recall what occurred the rest of that night. Foundation investigations concluded that no performance took place that night, and the museum had been defunct since the date December 15, 2003. Recovered Journal: SCP-6116 Entry 1: December 27, 2002, Hello Journal. My name is Martin Schuster. I am 24 years old, and I'm enrolled at Juilliard. I'm a cellist working on my music performance degree. My goal is to be in a professional orchestra next year. I love music more than anything because I feel like it's a representation of the human soul. I'm writing this journal because my anger management therapist recommended to me that writing a journal is a good way to vent my emotions. I've had some anger problems since I was a kid. My father was rough on me sometimes. According to some paranormal boards I've been browsing, I'm what paranormal enthusiasts call a "reality bender." I can change reality to my whims. I can only restructure the molecules of smaller objects and manipulate time in a local area, but every time I do, I get sick. I still think that I'm pretty cool, though. I haven't been captured by the government because I think I'm careful with how I use my powers, but I am writing a journal admitting everything, so maybe I'm a little stupid. Entry 2: September 8, 2003, Hello, again Journal. It's been a bit since I've written an entry. I'm 25 now. I did manage to get into a professional orchestra as a cellist, though I only made it in by changing reality with some paperwork during my audition, so I'm a bit upset because of that. So far, I've enjoyed my time in the orchestra, but the music is very hard. Also, there's this dickweed named Steveson who keeps treating me like trash. Me! I'm way more powerful and important than him. He always talks to others behind my back about me and makes fun of me when I screw up in practice. I know that I'm better than him, though. Entry 3: October 11, 2003, I'm back Journal and do I have some great news. I got a girlfriend. Her name is Charlotte, and she is perfect! She's beautiful and so kind. I do get angry with her sometimes, though. One time, she dropped a glass while cleaning it, so I raised my voice, but I think that I've done better recently. I know that I can get angry easier than others, but Charlotte still loves me. Right? Entry October 28, 2003, What's up Journal. Recently I've been feeling crappy. Steveson has been particularly rude to me because I've fucked up more at rehearsals. I know that I'm not the best (I kind of am, though) but, come one. There's no reason to be that rude. It seems like he's making fun of me behind my back all the time now. How dare he talk shit behind my back. I could kill him in a second. Also, I may be imagining things, but Charlotte is being cold to me. I've come home, and she's been barely engaging with me. It makes me a little upset, but more than that I'm depressed. I think I'll take a hot bath tonight to relieve some stress. Maybe I can get Charlotte to join me. Entry 5: November 17, 2003, Hi Journal. Life's been fucked recently. I think I know why Charlotte is cold to me. Charlotte is cheating on me. It's the only explanation. I think it might be Steveson. He keeps talking about his "new bitch." He always talks about her just within my earshot too. Fucking Steveson. He would be the type to do that to me. I've been fuming. I want to punch that asshole in his smug face so hard. I could erase him from existence before he knew what hit him! But, now isn't the time. The concert is coming up soon, and I'm not sure that I'm ready. The music is way harder than I thought it would be. I've practiced and practiced, but I can't get it right. It's bullshit. I don't know why the conductor had to pick such shitty music. The rhythms are all off and the meter is constantly changing. How is anyone supposed to play something like that? Entry 6: December 14, 2003, Hello Journal. I've been stressed out recently. I keep thinking about the Charlotte situation, but my blood boils every time I think of it, especially when I think of Steveson. On top of that, tomorrow is the concert, but I'm not sure that I'll be ready. I could suggest to the conductor to postpone the concert until I'm ready, but I doubt he would do it for one member of the orchestra, even if it was me. Besides, if I do poorly at this concert and mess up the orchestra, I'll be kicked out for sure. Fuck me. Wish me luck journal. Entry 7 I fucked up. Everyone's dead. It's all my fault. Entry 8: December 15, 2003, Hi Journal. This is the last time I'll be making an entry. Right now I'm hiding in a janitor's closet. Everyone outside is dead. I killed them all. I didn't mean to, but I did. I made the instruments melt anyone who listened to them and I made them play themselves. The music the instruments played was as beautiful as I could make it so that everyone would listen. I tried to reverse what I did, but I felt sick as soon as I tried and blacked out. I fucked up. I let my abilities get to my head. Everyone's dead now. The only idea I have left is to reverse time to bring everyone back to life, but remove the concert from history. I don't have enough power to destroy the instruments, though. I was so pathetic. I acted like some big shot, but I couldn't even play a dotted eighth note followed by a sixteenth. I just acted like tough shit because I was a fraud. To all the people I've killed: I'm so sorry. I fucked up. It's all my fault. Goodbye. Footnotes 1. GMT+10 2. 1730-1840 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6116" by finnah, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6116. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image 1 Filename: Lidcombe_Railway_Station.jpeg Name: File:Lidcombe Railway Station 1.JPG Author: J Bar License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
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Special Containment Procedures: As the origin of SCP-6117 is unknown, Procurement and Liquidation personnel have been tasked with auditing the former Bank of the Sunshine State for anomalous activity, and liquidating any anomalous assets found. In the event that the item causing SCP-6117 is discovered, it is to be contained for study within Site-106. Additional medical personnel from various Sites around Florida have been redistributed to Site-106 to treat injuries caused by Site-106. A counter-forensic accountant from Site-309 in Orlando has also been assigned in an attempt to alleviate financial harm done by SCP-6117 to Foundation personnel. Description: SCP-6117 is a series of malignant anomalous phenomena which have been affecting the Department of Procurement and Liquidation since its purchase of the now-defunct Bank of the Sunshine State in September 2008. The most common manifestation of SCP-6117 is physical or material harm. This has included objects falling onto one's person in a painful manner, computer errors which result in the destruction of hardware, and over a dozen instances of scalding from coffee machines within Site-106. In one instance, the main entrance door to P&L's offices refused to open for over two hours; simultaneously, a volume of natural gas from an unknown source1 filled the offices, resulting in a conflagration when the door was finally opened by a Foundation locksmith despite their use of non-sparking tools. No personnel were harmed, but over $8,000 USD of equipment was damaged. Less commonly, SCP-6117 has resulted in financial damages to P&L personnel. Jean Skeates, the director of Procurement and Liquidation, has reported over $50,000 vanishing from her personal accounts — apparently having been invested in stocks which almost immediately plummeted in value. Other incidents attributed to SCP-6117 include two robberies, six cases of identity theft, and an incident in which the last will and testament of an agent's recently-deceased relative was destroyed. The motive behind SCP-6117, if any, is unclear. Addendum: Attempts at Neutralization: At present SCP-6117 is believed to stem from an object or property transferred to Foundation control following our purchase of the Bank of the Sunshine State; this hypothetical object is designated SCP-6117-A. While a relatively small financial institution, the Bank of the Sunshine State had been involved with several anomalous business in south-eastern Florida, most of which had been investigated and acquired by the Department of Procurement and Liquidation. During the 2008 Subprime Mortgage Crisis, the Bank of the Sunshine State was under an unusual amount of financial duress despite its small size; as such, the Foundation was able to use its financial capital to induce its failure, and subsequently acquired it. It is now believed that some of this financial duress was caused by a prior manifestation of SCP-6117. As such, P&L forensic accountants and psychometrists began an audit of all Bank of the Sunshine State's assets in order to liquidate anomalous items in its possession and cede them to non-Foundation organizations. Asset №: BOSS-8231 Description of Asset: A plot of land in the Everglades, located near the southern tip of the state. Investigation of the land discovered a natural freshwater spring, surrounded by several skeletons in armor dated to the 1500s. Testing of the spring revealed scopolamine from an unknown source, in such a concentration that ingestion of about 12mL of water would be fatal. Psychometric analysis by Agent Digby Du Bois indicated that the spring could be drunk from safely, but had specifically been 'modified' by an unknown party so that individuals of Spanish descent would die upon imbibing the water. Actions Taken: Rights to the spring were ceded to the Everglades National Park. Signs were placed warning of lead contamination in the water. Asset № BOSS-2079-31 Description of Asset: A taxidermied, adult specimen of American Alligator (Alligator mississippiensis), wearing a pair of sunglasses, a Panama hat, and a Hawaiian shirt modified to fit its body type. Discovered by Agent James Skeates within a storage unit owned by the Bank of the Sunshine State. Individuals who view the object believe it is capable of movement when not in direct view; motion tracking and photography have confirmed that it remains stationary. Actions Taken: Sold to a museum of oddities in north-eastern Florida. Asset №: BOSS-3033 Description of Asset: A mansion located in Key West, Florida, built in the mid-1800s. Property has a reputation of being affected by spectral activity, with local legend claiming that half of all individuals who enter do not exit alive. Foundation medium Nena Rhys detected no spectral activity within, but did note an 'odd presence' in the attic. This was originally disregarded, leading to an investigator losing a digit due to an undocumented wormhole manifesting in the attic. Actions Taken: Wormhole sealed, house forfeited to the City of Key West for condemnation. Asset №: BOSS-772 Description of Asset: A manuscript for an unpublished manual from ERS LLC, entitled "So you want to… Explore Alien Dimensions." Includes instructions for accessing alternate planes of existence using thaumic means, and how to profit from this access. Actions Taken: Document ceded to Unusual Incidents Unit. Currently in storage in a low-value document vault. Asset №: BOSS-933 Description of Asset: Approximately 6mL of human blood, in a biohazard container. Blood emits approximately 20 Akiva, and prolonged exposure can lead to glossolalia in human subjects. Three different Foundation psions have shown symptoms similar to radiation sickness in its proximity, but have made full recoveries. Actions Taken: Item ceded to the Horizon Initiative. After over twenty such transactions, SCP-6117 had failed to abate in any way. In an effort to aid in the location of SCP-6117-A, agent James Skeates had stopped taking his psionic suppressant medication without authorization. Following this, he vanished for three days. A log of his recovery is below. [View from a lapel camera shows the outside of a mostly-vacant office building in downtown Miami. Several signs reading 'SPACE FOR LEASE' are in a lawn out front, and the sound of a water feature is audible in the background.] Agent Du Bois: Recording on… my name is Digby Du Bois, and this is day one of our inspection of the former corporate headquarters of the Bank of— oh, fuck it, can't I just call it BOSS? Agent Rhys: It is a mouthful, but decorum. Agent Nena Rhys, medium, inspecting the same for spectral activity. You want gloves until we go in? Agent Du Bois: Nah. I only took half a suppressant this morning. Dulls me enough that it won't hurt, but I'll still be useful. [Rhys and Du Bois enter the building and approach the elevator bank. They enter an elevator, and Du Bois's finger hovers over the button for the third floor.] Rhys: What's wrong? Du Bois: I'm getting a vibe. Smells like sawdust, and ice. And… honey? Rhys: You think we have someone waiting for us up there? Du Bois: Only one way to find out. He pushes the button, and the elevator begins to ascend. [The corporate headquarters of the Bank of the Sunshine State are in a state of disrepair: the reception desk has been knocked over, with papers scattered on the floor around it; a plastic plant has been tipped over in front of the elevator; several tiles of the modular ceiling are missing.] Rhys: It… didn't look like this in the photographs. [Du Bois draws his pistol and enters the office space. He inspects the desk, and notes an impression left on its surface by a circular item.] Du Bois: You see a coffee mug anywhere? Paperweight? Anything? Rhys: Negative. Du Bois: Someone might have gotten here before us. Shit! [Du Bois enters the office space proper. Several cubicle walls have been knocked to the floor, and most of the desks have been visibly rifled through.] Rhys: You think that there were… that many anomalous items left here? Du Bois: Maybe. There's… a stench when you have that much stuff in one place. Smells like… Rhys: Rotten eggs? Du Bois: More like acetone, actually. I— oh fuck, I smell it now. [Du Bois gags, supporting himself on a desk.] Du Bois: What is that?! Rhys: Floor plan said the break room was that way. Maybe there was food left in the fridge? [Du Bois and Rhys proceed to the break room. The refrigerator is open, with three trash cans filled to the brim with decomposing food.] Rhys: This doesn't make sense. Who would throw out food and not take it to the trash compactor? Du Bois: Maybe they're trying to deter squatters? Rhys: No, there's more than that. Ugh… [Rhys inspects the trash cans.] Rhys: There's food here, but no packaging. No lunch bags, no tupperware, nothing. [A clattering sound is heard from the main office area, accompanied by an expletive. Du Bois and Rhys crouch by the door and proceed towards the CEO's corner office.] Rhys: Wait — what's that? [Du Bois's attention is turned to a stack of containers of varying sizes and shapes lined up by a window overlooking downtown. He approaches a plastic food container and opens it, finding a rubber band ball within. He reaches out to touch it; upon contact, he recoils.] Du Bois: Shit! Rhys: What? Du Bois: It… I don't know how, but that rubber band ball wants to kill someone. It's anomalous. [Rhys reseals the container.] Rhys: So… we can assume the rest off the stuff is anomalous? Du Bois: Yeah. Someone put this together quick and dirty. But who? [Agent James Skeates appears in frame, exiting the CEO's office.] Skeates: Was wondering when someone else would show up. Du Bois: Jesus, Jimmy, what the hell?! Skeates: I… I got a pull from here after I got off my meds. Had a massive headache. I just… put everything that called to me in a box. But… there's something in here. Follow me. [Du Bois and Rhys follow Skeates into the CEO's office. A portrait of the CEO is propped up against the wall, revealing a safe protected with a digital PIN lock.] Skeates: Something in there, something big. I've been trying to figure out the combination for the last few hours. Rhys: Have you… been brute forcing it? Skeates: …yeah. Kind of had to. Rhys: Okay, move. I have this. Skeates: What, are you going to get possessed so the ghost of Clyde Barrow can crack it for you? Rhys: I've channeled enough thieves that I know a thing or seven, even with newer stuff like this. Move. [Rhys begins attempting to open the safe.] Du Bois: Why leave all this behind, though? We did kind of buy out the bank suddenly, but… a lot of those could conceivably be personal effects. Skeates: I have a feeling whatever's in there is the reason why. They wanted to get out before there was much fallout. Rhys: Gotcha! Skeates: What? [Rhys pulls a multitool from her pocket and unscrews the panel holding the PIN pad.] Rhys: This brand of safe works by unlocking when a current is delivered to the mechanism. But if you short it the right way… [Rhys cuts some wires and places them together. Sparks emit from the wires, and the safe unlocks. Rhys opens it.] Skeates: …honestly, my next idea would have been a sledgehammer. Rhys: And behind door number one… [The safe is in full view. A single document is within. Rhys takes it out and reads it.] Rhys: It's… a contract. Du Bois: For what? Rhys: Hold on. 'By the power invested by those undersigned, the physical bearer of this contract holds sole ownership rights to… the State of Florida'? What? [Rhys scans the document further.] Rhys: 'This ownership supersedes all personal property in the state, as well as all claims laid to it by the federal government. The following conditions must be met, on pain of chaos…' Blah blah blah, something about Florida panthers, bit about the Tampa Bay Buccaneers here is crossed out… 'forever uphold the legacy of gator farms'… Andrew Jackson signed this? What? And… oh. Oh fuck! Skeates: What? [Rhys looks at the contract in shock, unable to read. Du Bois looks over her shoulder, his eyes widening.] Du Bois: 'The institution which is variably known as… the F-Foundation, the SCP Foundation, the Jailers, Sk-skippers, the Janitors, etc. is not to know of this document, nor at any time possess it. This contract is null and void if these events come to pass. I-in exchange, the b-bearer of this contract will… will hold all rights to F-Florida, and experience… stability. [Thunder rumbles outside.] Rhys: We have to get this back to the Site. Since the discovery of this item, now designated SCP-6117-A, the Foundation's financial ventures took a downturn not seen since the 1960s. Stocks held by Foundation employees plummeted, anomalous processes used to produce valuable resources ceased to function, and several trade agreements the Foundation held with various countries abruptly broke down. This was, essentially, the onset of a WS-Class Anomalous Economic Collapse Scenario that would have left the Foundation effectively bankrupt by the end of 2009. Attempts to neutralize SCP-6117-A by methods including burning, shredding, consumption, disintegration, and disposal in a containment vault dumped at sea were ineffective; in each case, SCP-6117-A reappeared in the possession of Director Skeates. Re-Negotiations on SCP-6117-A: On April 21st, 2009, Director Jean Skeates and Agent James Skeates were contacted by a civilian law firm in Miami, claiming that a client was interested in renegotiating a contract with Profit and Loss, the Department of Procurement and Liquidation's civilian cover. They were directed to the Law Offices of Crow, Milller and White, where a meeting between the Skeateses and the unknown third party took place. Director Skeates: This feels like a trap. Are you getting a headache, Jim? Agent Skeates: Nothing yet. It's been an hour. How long until your client gets here? Mr. Harlow Miller, Attny. At Law: They should be here any time now, I do apologize for the wait. [Agent Skeates begins rubbing his forehead.] Agent Skeates: I don't like this, mom. Big pressure wave coming in right now. I… he's almost here. [The door to the room opens; video recording fails. Audio feed remains intact.] Agent Skeates: Camera's just died. Unknown Male Speaker: Afraid it's a precaution. This bauble right here makes me unrecordable by video, but you should be able to hear me just fine. Director Skeates: And you are? Unknown Male Speaker: You can call me Walter St. John. I represent a union of concerned institutions who believe we could be of benefit to the Foundation in this trying time. Director Skeates: I… what? St. John: Ma'am, with all due respect, at least three people on that little club of thirteen leading you are profiting off of the current financial debacle. You're not as secret as you think, and that's especially the case with your most recent acquisition. Director Skeates: You're referring to the Bank of the Sunshine State. St. John: Yeah, ol' BOSS. See, we were wonderin' why someone went and bought up the BOSS all out of nowhere, before anyone else could get their hands on it. So, we're gonna make you an offer. We'll give you some aid in this tryin' time of yours… but we want the contract that started all this doohickery. Agent Skeates: Are you fu— Director Skeates: James! But I share the sentiment. The Foundation doesn't hand out anomalies to civilians. St. John: Civilians? Ma'am, if anything, you should be containing us. We've survived everything from OPEC to Enron to AIG and every letter of the alphabet besides — but, again, consider who leads you. So if you could abandon those principles you think you have for a moment, let me speak frankly. [No audio is recorded.] St. John: Director, I don't think you appreciate how much trouble this is causing you — causing all of us. Now, I've got a new contract right here, one that transfers control of Florida and all of its property and problems to us, and frees you from responsibility. Nobody wants you to fail, you're too big for that. Director Skeates: And I'm assuming that it's not gonna be all puppies and rainbows after we sign? St. John: We want something in return, some blood on your part — not literally, Heaven knows that you have gallons of it in storage from buying out ERS back in the 80's. No, we just want your firstborn son. [Director Skeates laughs in disbelief. Agent Skeates is heard making a choking sound.] Director Skeates: You're joking. St. John: I am, actually. We want the building you work in. Site-106, right? Agent Skeates: So, let me get this straight: a cabal of bloodsucking bankers gets a state full of eighteen million people, and on top of that, you're foreclosing on us?! What the fuck?! St. John: This is an act of kindness, I assure you. Lord knows that you don't actually need the building. Agent Skeates: Why do you need it? St. John: Me to know, you to not find out. Say, you hear that a bunch of guards at that Site in Nevada walked out? Apparently their paychecks kept being late. They managed to talk 'em back, but it would be a pity if one of those Key-ter classes got out. Director Skeates: You bloated, insipid… it's not even my place to speak. I'll need approval from the Overseer Council. St. John: You have a week. If not… well, you'll continue to default on the contract. Director Skeates: Bastard. St. John: Kindest thing anyone's said to me in a month. Now, I'll be on my way; see you back here in seven days. [Video feed is restored as the door to the room closes. St. John is heard whistling.] Director Skeates: I should have spat in his face. Agent Skeates: Why doesn't the Foundation contain billionaires? They clearly don't have souls. Director Skeates: I don't know. Agent Skeates: There has to be a way around it. This contract, there has to be some kind of loophole. We need to take a closer look at it. Maybe find out who wrote it? Who negotiated the original terms? Director Skeates: …Negotiations and Legality have been looking over that. They haven't found any odd names out. Agent Skeates: Let's have Digby look at it more closely. He was Ruyter's protege, and you said it yourself, man was the best psychometrist you knew. Director Skeates: …all right. Let's… let's give it a try. Following this, Agent Digby Du Bois was assigned to psychometric tracking of SCP-6117-A. The following is video recording of an attempt to divine the author of SCP-6117-A. Agent Du Bois: Session twenty-six of analyzing SCP-6117-A. Okay, you bastard… talk to me. [Agent Du Bois picks up SCP-6117-A.] Agent Du Bois: …it's hard to concentrate. There's… greed, of course. Lot of that. But there's so much now that it's basically background noise, like the sound of the ocean. And… I… [Agent Du Bois removes a pen from his pocket.] Agent Du Bois: It's been resistant to marking before now. I'm going to… attempt to sign my name on the contract. See if that affects the energies at all. [Agent Du Bois signs his name.] Agent Du Bois: I… no, what… I… it… it was… I didn't mean any offense. I… I really didn't… [Agent Du Bois gasps. His eyes roll back in his head, and he enters what appears to be a Class-2 Trance.] Agent Du Bois: Her eyes are the setting sun in the Gulf and the rising moon over the Atlantic. Her skin is the color of every grain of sand that's ever been trod on. Her open arms welcome those who seek refuge, and her mouth drinks the blood of slavery and genocide. The Everglades are in her smile, her hands hold the palm trees, and she sings every night at a place in Little Havana, by an ice cream shop… it… [He shudders, and begins singing Everglades by the Kingston Trio, before collapsing midway through the second chorus.] [Du Bois later made a full recovery, but has no memory of the incident.] Director Skeates dispatched herself to Little Havana, where she located a cafe matching the description provided by Agent DuBois at approximately 3:27 PM. The following is a transcript of the events which occurred there. Still from Director Skeates's lapel camera. [Director Skeates enters the cafe. It is a largely open-air establishment, with a bar towards the center. A band is playing in one corner, and there is minimal activity throughout. A server approaches Director Skeates.] Server: Hello! Jean, yes? Director Skeates: I— Server: Florence has been expecting you. Sit right here, please. [Director Skeates is escorted to a table where food is already present: a shredded meat dish, a plate of fried banana chips, a bowl containing what appears to be sliced guava, and a beer.] Server: I'll be right back with her. [Director Skeates looks down at her food. The camera is pointed straight ahead at the chair opposite her; between frames, a woman manifests in the chair.] [The woman is approximately forty years old. Her hair is black, with streaks of bluish-grey throughout. She appears to have vitiligo, or a similar condition, as the skin on the outside of her arms is noticeably lighter than that on the rest of her body. Her eyes are greenish-blue, and her teeth appear to be pointed.] Unidentified Woman: So— Director Skeates: I'm not eating any of this. We have protocols. [No dialogue is exchanged.] Director Skeates: Sorry, was you teleporting in out of nowhere supposed to get a rise out of me? I take it you're Florence? 'Florence': I just call myself that. Only the first four letters are correct. And it's safe to eat; I'm not about to poison a member of the Foundation. [Director Skeates picks up some of the pork dish with a fork and eats it.] Director Skeates: Not bad. 'Florence': It's Ropa Vieja. Shredded beef, fried, then baked, then boiled. Director Skeates: Pleasantries aside… you wrote the contract? 'Florence': The one you're not supposed to have, yes. Director Skeates: You must be quite old then. 'Florence': Old as the state itself. I've made… amendments to it, over the years. So that it was easier to maintain the State. Director Skeates: And you let it be kept by… a bank? A somewhat corrupt one, from what we've seen? 'Florence': I owned all property within the state, including the Bank itself, and all of its assets. But when you bought it up… Director Skeates: So… you're Florida's original owner? 'Florence': All people have a right to self-determination, right? It's in the constitution. The contract is me, so who else should own it? [Director Skeates digs into her bowl of guava before replying.] Director Skeates: You keep trying to surprise me, but it isn't working. Let me try: someone else wants to buy out your contract. 'Florence': And you're not letting them? Director Skeates: The man who came to visit us was someone named Walter St. John. He— 'Florence': Let me stop you right now. I know who he is. He may pronounce it that way, but the 'S-T' in his name doesn't exactly stand for 'Saint'. He wanted to… buy my contract? Director Skeates: He claims to have known you. Says he would have re-negotiated. 'Florence': He does. Unfortunately. But I never would have… I never would have re-negotiated. That… thing you call Walter is a pig. But… I'm not sure that him owning the contract would be worse than you. Director Skeates: How so? 'Florence': You'd try to keep me under lock and key. Poke me with tools, try to dissect me, maybe see if the Keys will vanish if you cut off a finger. Maybe you'll try to drown me and see if the coast floods. Cut out my vocal chords so that there's no more music— [Director Skeates laughs, cutting 'Florence' off abruptly.] Director Skeates: It never ceases to amuse me how often I run into an anomaly that thinks we are the worst possible option, especially now, when the alternative is literally a cabal of billionaires. [Director Skeates takes several banana chips and chews on them.] Director Skeates: Miss 'Florence', think about it this way. Money is the reason behind every single atrocity this country has committed. Slaves were kept within your borders because the rich didn't want to pay for labor. Natives were brutalized by the ruling class because your land was more profitable. Union leaders were murdered by thugs because, to the 1%, it was more efficient to pay off wrongful death fines than to have fire exits that didn't lock. Even today, people are dying in the streets because their homes were stolen from them by robber-barons who see more value in the blot of toner that makes up the decimal point on their earnings report than a human life. Imagine all that, all of those atrocities throughout the history of this country. And imagine the people who committed them being free to do all that on you, for as long as they hold this contract. 'Florence': McCarthy would have burned you alive, Director. But I do see your point. It's all about prioritizing the evils we get into bed with, right? Director Skeates: Better the devil you know than the devil who would use your corpse for kindling, Ms. Florence. Florence:…let me see the contract. It's years out of date, in any case. I had to add the reference to you in the 60's. [Director Skeates withdraws SCP-6117-A from a folder at her side, placing it on the table between them. 'Florence' draws her finger in an 'X' shape over the portion stipulating that the Foundation cannot know of SCP-6117-A's existence.] Director Skeates: I don't suppose we can have that back? 'Florence': You knew the answer to that question when you came in here, Jean. ['Florence' rolls SCP-6117-A into a scroll and throws it in the air. It does not fall back into frame.] 'Florence': I'll tell Walter not to bother calling on you again. Will you be staying for the show? I do sing here. [Director Skeates picks up her beer.] Director Skeates: I'd like to, but I— whoops. [Beer is spilled on the camera, causing a short and ending the recording. Director Skeates returned to Site-106 three hours later, lightly inebriated.] Footnotes 1. Site-106 has not employed natural gas lines since 2003, when they were deemed a security risk by the larger Foundation ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6117" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6118 | euclid | close Info X This Article includes depictions of medical abuse, gun violence, and suicide. Item #: SCP-6118 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6118 should always be tempered according to this data: (°C) Rating <7 Unacceptable; lethal <15 Oxygen is to be administered 16 Ideal for containment 17-25 Acceptable if compliant >26 Unacceptable; untested If SCP-6118 becomes combative, the ambient temperature may be lowered in order to reduce its cognitive and physical abilities, provided it stays within acceptable ranges. This will induce a cold stupor and provide better compliance. SCP-6118 is allowed one mattress and one pillow, as well as one sterile cotton pillowcase and one sterile cotton fitted sheet (16/6/2020 Update) that is deemed sufficiently "breathable". It may be provided with appropriate books as Dr. Mitchell sees fit. SCP-6118 is to be provided a nutritional solution1 every 24 hours for 12 hours through its central venous catheter. RN McGill RN Wheeler is in charge of SCP-6118's nutrition and is to report at 16:30 every day to set up an IV. (16/6/2020 Update) No firearms of any kind are allowed inside SCP-6118's cell. Description: SCP-6118 is a carbon-based humanoid of extraterrestrial origin, 1.6 meters in height and 40kg in weight. Important biological features of concern have been documented in Addendum 6118.1. SCP-6118-B is a highly infectious, highly deadly virus brought to Earth by SCP-6118 artifacts. Sanitary and decontamination measures have limited effects against SCP-6118-B, including the use of soap, alcohol, and prolonged periods of isolation. Symptoms include: Headaches, Numbness in the extremities, Loss of circulation in the extremities, Shortness of breath, Severe coughing fits, Haemoptysis (coughing blood), Vomiting, Haematemesis (vomiting blood), and Death. SCP-6118 upon being retrieved Addendum 6118.1: Discovery On 21/4/2020, an unidentified object was spotted coming towards Earth. Once inside the range of better imaging, it was recognised as a form of spacecraft due to its shape, size, and symmetry. Disinformation about this object was spread as to make it appear to be an abnormal asteroid, and the Foundation seized the imaging records. On 29/4/2020 at 6:23, this object entered Earth's atmosphere2 before landing just off the Pacific Northwest coast of the Americas. Multiple sections of shielding had been ripped off during re-entry, exposing parts of the vehicle to severe atmospheric friction. The vehicle, later designated SCP-6118-7, was retrieved and pulled onto dry land at the coast line. Once the vehicle cooled, three agents entered the vehicle. Two expired bodies were found. All agents exited the vehicle and were sent to decontaminate. MTF team Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" was immediately contacted for assistance, and 58 minutes later, four agents, fitted with Level A HAZMAT PPE, arrived on-scene. A total of five deceased were found, all having suffered severe injuries (see Autopsy Reports 1-5). Further inspection revealed a compartment full of a substance comparable to amniotic fluid, containing a humanoid, designated SCP-6118. It was connected to damaged tubes, containing oxygen and nutritional fluid, unconscious, with physical trauma due to rapid deceleration. Because SCP-6118 would otherwise suffocate, it was removed from the vehicle. It was then loaded into a Foundation Humanoid Medical Unit, treated by Foundation Emergency Medical Technicians, and transported to a Site-66 medical ward. The deceased recovered were also transported to Site-66 R&D. The area containing SCP-6118-7 was cordoned off from civilians; SCP-6118-7 was not moved to a Foundation secure location due to severe structural instabilities rendering it unable to be transported. EKG showing parallel HIS-Purkinje networks3 (1) Central Venous Catheter (2) Unidentified organ (3) Second, dextrocardia-presenting cardiac silhouette (4) Lack of clear, functioning digestive organs Overwhelming evidence collected during EMT-P Greene's efforts to stabilise SCP-6118, as well as further testing done by Dr. Purvis, strongly indicate that the object is not of the human species. Upon arrival, it was placed in Site-66 med warm room 8, with all personnel compulsorily taking Biosafety Level 3 (BSL3) measures to prevent transmission of diseases to either party. Pertinent biological differences affecting containment include: Cyanohematoic blood4 Ectothermy Atrophied digestive system; IV cannulation port present for TPN5 Sensory organs A full list of abnormalities of medical concern may be obtained by request from Dr. Purvis or RN McGill at their collective discretion. RN McGill has been put in charge of the feeding of SCP-6118. Additional Notes: SCP-6118 does not seem to understand human language. Multiple attempts were made to communicate with it in multiple languages, all unsuccessful. Regular appointments with a TESOL specialist (Dr. Mitchell) will be made. Show Autopsy Reports 1-5 Autopsy Reports 1-5 Autopsy report summaries included below: SCP-6118-2 Roughly 1.92m in height. Severely burned on back. Severe bruising on head. Cause of death: TBI6 SCP-6118-3 Roughly 1.9m in height. Severely burned on arms and upper body. Severe cranial trauma. Cause of death: TBI SCP-6118-4 Roughly 1.95m in height. Severely burned on head. Several oblique fractures of the ribs. Cause of death: Shock. SCP-6118-5 Roughly 1.91m in height. Moderately burned on side and legs. Lateral compression fracture of the pelvis. Moderate respiratory burns. Cause of death: Shock, Cardiac Arrest. SCP-6118-6 Roughly 1.88m in height. Moderately burned on chest. Burst fractures of the spine. Severe respiratory burns. Cause of death: Shock, Asphyxiation. Addendum 6118.2: Incident Log 1 Summary The three agents exposed to SCP-6118-2 through 6 without the proper PPE became ill with the following symptoms on 1/5/2020: Headaches Numbness/Coldness of the extremities Shortness of breath Vomiting Viral tests were administered to all three, which came back negative for known illnesses. The samples taken were preserved for later study. They have been advised to monitor symptoms and stay inside the Site-66 Medical Ward. All personnel coming into contact with them have been advised to take BSL-3 measures. In addition to the previous symptoms, the following symptoms were presented on 3/5/2020: Loss of circulation in the extremities Severe coughing fits Coughing blood Vomiting blood In addition to the three personnel previously infected, 24 personnel, that have since been confirmed to have second- and third-hand exposure, fell ill with the same symptoms that presented on 1/5/2020. All 27 were put into quarantine in the Site-66 medical ward, with BSL-4 required for non-infected personnel when coming into contact with SCP-6118 artifacts. On 7/5/2020, one of the three personnel previously infected expired. The cause of death was determined to be SCP-6118-B. All SCP-6118 artifacts, including the infected humans, were transferred to Area-12's Biohazard R&D department. Proposal: "Infect SCP-6118 with SCP-6118-B. Assuming that it and/or any of the extraterrestrial entities brought it to Earth, its physiology is better adapted against it, therefore the risk of expiration for SCP-6118 is low in comparison to a human. The ability to procure immune cells would be extremely beneficial." Yes No Abstain N. Flanders J. Azema I. Alvarado S. Monaghan A. Parsoei Status: APPROVED Test 1 Summary Subject: SCP-6118 Procedure: Pathogen introduction via a sample of the infectious substance placed in the nasal cavity, then blood samples were analysed to determine the immune response. Results: The concentration of certain blood cells increased greatly. These cells bore resemblance to immune cells found in humans. However, these immune cells did not behave in a regular way. When coming into contact with viral cells, they were engulfed entirely before the mass rapidly decomposed. Waste products do not seem to be left behind. Analysis: These immune cells have great potential to be utilised in treating the diseased personnel. Addendum 6118.3: Writing Sample 1 Dr. Mitchell provided SCP-6118 with a simple book, in order to pass time in Site-66's medical ward, as well as begin to acquire some knowledge of English. Sheets of tracing paper and a pencil were also offered for written language acquisition. The entity did not use the tracing paper for its intended purpose, and instead has written something in an unknown language. Rosetta.aic has been tasked with translating, however, the entity's handwriting is of poor enough quality that only a rudimentary translation can be provided at this time. Said translation is below. Just to organize my mind […] incomprehensible to them […] anyways […] cannot believe […] alive. […] wasn't supposed to […] where am I? […] so strange […] whole life, I wanted to go to space […] be […] isolated […] and […] it seems nothing […] ever works out […] Even though the Foundation may now, provided with a language sample, be able to establish basic communication via the entity's native language, Dr. Mullen has suggested that SCP-6118 not be informed of this. Instead, the entity will be taught English as previously planned, and any writings it produces will be discreetly translated without its knowledge. Doing things this way may glean more information about the objects in the long run. Addendum 6118.4: Incident Log 2 Summary As of 10/5/2020, four additional infected humans have expired. The cause of death is determined to be SCP-6118-B universally. All infected humans are in extremely poor health and are expected to expire within 3-6 days. Proposal: "Introduce the immune cells produced by SCP-6118 after exposure to SCP-6118-B to all infected humans. The mortality rate of SCP-6118-B appears to be very high, and the benefit of the immune cells functioning as intended much outweighs the risk of complications." Yes No Abstain N. Flanders I. Alvarado S. Monaghan A. Parsoei J. Azema Status: APPROVED Test 2 Summary Subject: One infected human. Procedure: Introducing a large volume of SCP-6118's immune cells into the bloodstream of the infected human. Results: After 40 hours, the previously infected human had fully recovered, and was able to participate in light rehabilitation activities under observation from medical personnel. Analysis: A full recovery from SCP-6118-B appears to be possible when SCP-6118's immune cells are administered. The treatment appears to be effective and safe. Additional notes: Treatment will be attempted for remaining infected humans; SCP-6118 will be repeatedly infected with new terrestrial viruses to facilitate a constant source of its immune cells. Addendum 6118.5: Writing Sample 2 Nothing else of note has been written on the tracing paper provided. However, when Dr. Mitchell went to exchange SCP-6118's book for more advanced ones, additional writing was discovered in its margins. The entity was asleep at the time, and photographs were obtained. Dr. Mitchell then replaced the book and decided to gift the new books while the entity was awake, as to not arouse suspicion. A translation of the photographs is as follows. I think this is day 10 on this planet […] I wonder how long the years […] gravity feels lighter […] Do small planets orbit faster? […] didn't teach me much science before […] […] how long it took me to get here. […] a while. They all healed. My brain didn't seem to detox […] crave […] I would [DATA REDACTED]7 but […] too dangerous? Where am I? Where am I? Where am I? […] I can't focus. […] cold, it aches […] […] horrifyingly stupid, in retrospect, […] Terra?8 […] make bad shows and pollute everywhere […] like she said, like […] And she loved those bad shows. Stop it, stop it please. Get out of my head. Please. It should have been me. […] explode […] trade my body. I tried. […] I'm here now. But it can be different, right? […] I can only hope […] for once in my life […] different. Again and again […] suffering […] neverending […] it can be different, right? No more craving death […] I can only hope […] maybe the people on this planet […] different […] maybe it'll all be different […] Day 15? It's hard to keep track […] think they feed me every day […] The lights […] I was born […] it was cold and bright. Am I born again? […] head hurts. Not pain, but… I don't know. Anhedonia* […] slipping […] I know I'm sick, I know […] reality-sick […] dopamine** […] It hurts. This isn't what I thought would happen. […] can't think much of anything, actually […] […] suffering my penance out here […] my stupid stunt, I just […] And now they made me into this. And now I'm here. […] some kind of […] always an experiment […] birth to pseudo-death. And now after. […] is this my fate? […] I just want to escape it […] escape the cycle […] again and again and everything always hurts […] I am so good at pretending it doesn't […] Can't escape the cycle […] I want it to be different […] maybe if I wish hard enough […] if it doesn't work I'll [DATA REDACTED]. […] oh, so that's always an option […] it's almost funny […] I try and I try and I try […] it's futile […] and at the end of it all […] my mind goes back there […] dark places […] I craved death since I was born. It hurts. […] so dry […] lungs, skin, even eyes […] And I'm so sick. […] alone. Coughing. Shivering. Shaking. […] I hate pain. I hate that […] lab rat, just a lab rat. To them […] no personhood […] experiment. Father, you would love them. *Lit: pleasure emotion void **Lit: adrenaline-based gratification Addendum 6118.6: 17/5/2020 Situation Update 14 additional infected humans have expired. Cause of death is determined to be SCP-6118-B universally. Treatment for surviving infected humans has concluded admirably. Total expired: 19 Total sick: 0 Total recovered: 8 Further testing is planned for SCP-6118, however, the object will be given a rest period in order to not expire. Addendum 6118.7: 29/5/2020 Learning Progress Ongoing English lessons with Dr. Mitchell are proving useful. SCP-6118 quickly gained a comprehensive grasp of the English language. It is able to follow commands, write, and speak with limited vocabulary. Dr. Mitchell has expressed wishes to built more rapport before interviews, as she notes that SCP-6118 has abnormal social behaviour and therefore it can not be ascertained whether or not the object would be cooperative. She stated that premature attempts to gain information may cause it to shut down, and she feels that this would be unwise. Excerpt from Dr. Mitchell's notes related to the SCP object below. I've heard that alien life might look strange to humans, but he gives me an eerie feeling. It goes beyond him being an alien. The SCP-6118 artifacts crashed in a group, which tells me they work in teams. That needs emotion, expression. This is like talking to a brick wall. I thought I knew what a flat affect was, but turns out it was just a blunted one. This is flat. Is it bad that it sets me off so much? Anyone would be, right? Though I suppose it may interfere with my willingness to connect with him. Not to mention his writings. They don't tell us anything about his origins, except for the mentions of some kind of experiment. Maybe that would explain his strange construction? Cryptobiology says he's missing most of the abdominal organs the others had, which would explain the CVC. Not to mention how physically different he looks. Well, I suppose it's just a big mystery for now. No use in mulling it over; we'll get to the bottom of it soon enough. Addendum 6118.8: Further testing Proposal: "Infect SCP-6118 with a strain of Influenza B to be able to observe more closely the functions of its immune system. The risk of bodily harm to SCP-6118 is low due to its anomalous immune system, and the knowledge that could be gained is valuable." Yes No Abstain I. Alvarado J. Azema N. Flanders S. Monaghan A. Parsoei Status: APPROVED Test 3 Summary Subject: SCP-6118 Procedure: A sample of Influenza B being placed in the nasal cavity, then monitoring the mass/organ behind its sternal notch for changes. Results: Immune cells appeared to be manufactured in said organ. Additionally, blood coming out of the organ was devoid of harmful materials or cellular waste. However, extracted blue blood cells were noted to be clumping together and sinking at an elevated rate. Currently, there is no way for medical personnel to test for autoimmune inflammation or disease, due to a lack of knowledge around the physiology of SCP-6118. Therefore, sedimentation rate deemed inconclusive. It took approximately 368 hours for SCP-6118 to recover from symptoms of Influenza B. Analysis: The organ surrounding a section SCP-6118's trachea functions similarly to a combination of human bone marrow, liver, and kidney cells. It is unclear how the organ produces the immune cells. Further testing is required. Addendum 6118.9: Writing Sample 3 The symptoms of Influenza B caused SCP-6118 to become delirious, and thus its books were searched for more writing, which was then photographed and translated as per usual. The translations are as follows. Day 20? At […] can't keep track […] blurring […] and my brain, my brain, my brain, it's […] fuzzy and […] I'm so scared […] and I'm so weak. Everything blurring. Day 21. […] almost nostalgic for when I was so young […] couldn't understand what was going on. […] a few minutes old when I first […] But now, I know […] wrong and that it's inhumane. […] I wish I didn't. […] trusting, naive child […] as if I was ever allowed to be one. […] wrung it out of me. Drained me dry, to the last drop. Well, […] my fault, isn't it? In a way, I did this […] agreed […] I just wanted to help. […] only wanted to help, after […] but it hurts […] is this the pain they felt when I […] ? No […] I was fast and I was merciful […] but after so many […] is this what I deserve? At least now I'm helping someone […] right? Actually, day 20, I think, it […] writing so frequently, […] don't remember, it's so hard to tell with the bright lights […] like they never turn off. I must write very slow […] hard to grip the pencil […] see what I'm writing. Feels […] hearts barely beat. Or maybe […] just […] my mood, my weakness of vitality. But I'll grit my teeth […] I was born to suffer […] Nothing will change. Nothing will change. Nothing will change. I'm doomed. Day 21. Maybe.9 I can breathe […] bit better. But […] again aware of the whispers, and […] in the corner of the room, […] crawling at the back of my skull. I want to [DATA REDACTED] or [DATA REDACTED] or [DATA REDACTED] I want to [DATA REDACTED] I want to [DATA REDACTED] and I can [DATA REDACTED] in case [DATA REDACTED] I've [DATA REDACTED] and I [DATA REDACTED] and I could [DATA REDACTED] if I just had [DATA REDACTED]. It would be good… it would be good… […] head hurts […] won't leave me alone […] kill me… kill me… […] please… Addendum 6118.10: X/6/2020 Learning Progress Adequate improvements have occurred. SCP-6118 is of an acceptable level of proficiency to be interviewed in English. Dr. Mitchell wished for her concerns against this to be noted in this log. Dr. Mitchell's objections have been considered, but it is of importance that more is learned about SCP-6118 artifacts, and her method of doing so via the notes has not proven effective due to SCP-6118's vague, unfocused, and rambling writing. ++ Interview Log 1 -- Interview Log 1 Interviewed: SCP-6118 Interviewers: Dr. Mitchell Foreword: An attempt to obtain information from SCP-6118 about SCP-6118-2, -3, -4, -5, -6, -7, and -B, as well as itself and the nature of its arrival. Dr. Mitchell is using the intercom system, looking at SCP-6118 through the window of the observation room. SCP-6118 is sitting on the other side, facing the general direction of the window. <Begin Log, 9:10> Dr. Mitchell: Hello. SCP-6118: … Dr. Mitchell: You've gotten much better at English. The higher-ups want me to talk to you now, about the crash, okay? Is that okay? SCP-6118: Okay… Dr. Mitchell: You've been learning quite fast, for an alien no less— you must be very intelligent. It impresses me. SCP-6118: … Dr. Mitchell: You know, even though we've spent a lot of time together, you never introduced yourself to me. Can you please do that now? SCP-6118: Um… [Silence on tape for 10 seconds] SCP-6118: I'm… an alien. Dr. Mitchell: Come on, you know how to say more than that. Show them your skills. You could talk about who you are, what your role in your homeworld was! Even just pronouncing your name would be a great start. SCP-6118: Um… [Rosetta.aic translation: Unit Generation Five Batch A Vat Number Eighty-Two] Dr. Mitchell: Wow, thank you. I've never heard you speak your native language before. Very fluid, very smooth. It seems like it's mora-timed, correct? Very interesting. Is it supposed to be pitchless, or is it that you—? Well, don't mind me, I'm a bit of a language nerd. It's my job, really. SCP-6118: … Dr. Mitchell: Alright, now we have that. What's your planet like? Big? Small? Hot? Cold? Is there water? Plants? Just tell me anything you remember. SCP-6118: Um… I don't… know. Not… like… going out. Dr. Mitchell: Hmm. I see. Any reason for that? [Silence on tape for 22 seconds] Dr. Mitchell: Alright, well, what was your connection to the people who brought you here? SCP-6118: …Who? Dr. Mitchell: The people who were in the spacecraft with you. [Pauses] Unfortunately, you won't be able to see them, and we're not able to ask them, either. They seem to have all passed away during atmospheric re-entry. SCP-6118: I don't… don't know… who they were. Dr. Mitchell: Hmm. Alright. Do you know any of their roles or ranks in your society? SCP-6118: Um… maybe a… kind of… scientist… for some… astronaut… others… Dr. Mitchell: And why were they there with you? Or, you with them? SCP-6118: Virus… Dr. Mitchell: The one we got sick with? Were you sick with it, as well? Were they treating you? SCP-6118: No. Dr. Mitchell: Then what? SCP-6118: They were just like you. Dr. Mitchell: What do you mean by that? SCP-6118: … Dr. Mitchell: Were you helping them? Like you're helping us? [The object looks up.] SCP-6118: Help-ing? What means? Dr. Mitchell: You know that word, don't you? You… [Pauses] Well, no, you wouldn't. Well, it's when you do something for someone else, something that gets them closer to their goals. SCP-6118: Oh… [The object rested its head on its knees and did not speak for the rest of the interview, despite multiple attempts by Dr. Mitchell to engage the it. Extraneous, one-sided dialogue has been omitted.] <End Log, 9:12 > Additional Notes: Dr. Mitchell wishes SCP-6118's "definite alogia and lack of engagement" to be noted as a contraindication for further interviews, in addition to believing the object "had some kind of traumatic experience related to" the 29/4/2020 discovery. She has been informed that the same circumstances apply, and any "lack of engagement" may be due to her own failure to build rapport. In addition, "alogia" and believing in a potential "traumatic experience" are not proper contraindications towards reconnaissance. However, she is being given additional time for rapport building due to indications that SCP-6118 will be unwilling to partake in interviews at this time. Addendum 6118.11: Writing Sample 4 Unsure what day. I think […] going […] I think […] bouts of insomnia […] they look through my things and I know it. I know it. […] not paranoia […] I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy, I know I'm not. I want to throw up […] my chest hurts […] dizzy […] sick […] I can't believe […] invasion […] invading my brain […] like them […] I can't believe […] stupid, stupid, stupid for hoping! […] invading my brain […] cycles […] repeat […] they're just like them […] Father and the others […] but it's over now […] I don't know exactly what I'll do. […] make a list to organise my thoughts soon […] Addendum 6118.12: 16/6/2020 Incident On the 16th of June, 2020, Dr. Mitchell searched SCP-6118's books, but found no new writing. In addition, one of the books was missing, which, upon review of security footage, the object was seen writing in at length. This is thought to contain the "list" mentioned in Writing Sample 4, which, judging from previous pieces of writing, could contain dangerous plans. Thus, it was determined to be important to obtain the book and writing therein. Dr. Mitchell was instructed to coerce the object into revealing the location of the book. She initially declined, but was then informed that her frequent insubordination on this project may result in forced leave, followed by permanent suspension if she did not have a change of viewpoint. She then agreed to do so. A transcription of the events that then took place follows. ++ Interview Log 2 -- Interview Log 2 Interviewed: SCP-6118 Interviewer: Dr. Mitchell Foreword: An attempt to gain information from SCP-6118 on the location of the missing book. Positioning same as prior interview. <Begin Log, 10:22> Dr. Mitchell: Hello, again. SCP-6118: … Dr. Mitchell: Look, I know you don't want to do this, but it sucks for both of us, okay? SCP-6118: Do what? Dr. Mitchell: You've hidden a book somewhere. We need to know where it is. SCP-6118: Why? Why important? Dr. Mitchell: I… [Pauses] Look, it just is. Please tell me where it is. SCP-6118: Why? Dr. Mitchell: 6118. I'm not asking for a lot, am I? SCP-6118: But why? You're not answering. Dr. Mitchell: [Pauses] We inspect the books for any traces of… viral… contamination… that could have derived from… exposure to extraterrestrial biology, since you consign plenitudinous time to… browsing through their pages. [SCP-6118 appears confused, but remains silent.] Dr. Mitchell: So, it's important, you see? It's official business. Straight from the higher ups. SCP-6118: All that's done with them? Dr. Mitchell: [Pauses] Yes. SCP-6118: Don't sound sure. Dr. Mitchell: Tell me where it is. SCP-6118: [Pauses] Secret hiding spot. You'll never find it. Dr. Mitchell: [Louder] We've already searched your room. Multiple times. There isn't anything like that. Tell me where it is. SCP-6118: Why did you do that? [SCP-6118 stands and turns towards the window.] Dr. Mitchell: You're making this more difficult. SCP-6118: I was right. Dr. Mitchell: I'm asking you politely. SCP-6118: Put me in a room with a window you watch me, and with cameras, record my voice, no privacy, even when I'm sleeping, said even if I showered someone would watch me. And can't leave. No way to leave. Trapped. In a prison. And won't even let me write down my thoughts. My own thoughts. Without reading then. While you— experiment on me? Dr. Mitchell: You're blowing it out of proportion. SCP-6118: No. Dr. Mitchell: Yes, you are. I've been here the whole time, so I can say you are. Most of that is for your own safety, anyways. Look at you. Look at your arms.10 Look at what you write down in your books. [SCP-6118 appears to have a slight tremor.] Dr. Mitchell: [Softer] Tell me where it is. Come on. Then we can be done with this. SCP-6118: No. Dr. Mitchell: [Sighs] Come on! What's wrong with you? You're so difficult! All I've done is try to help you! That's what I'm trying to do right now! Do you know how you might be treated by the next person? Because I do! SCP-6118: You can't make me do anything. Dr. Mitchell: Yes, I can. [Dr. Mitchell depresses the emergency call button in the observational room.] Dr. Mitchell: Security to Biohazard Containment Room 9, please. [A security detail of two (Ssg. Brinley, Cpl. Vollan) enters the containment cell.] Cpl. Vollan: What seems to be the issue here? Dr. Mitchell: It won't cooperate. Restrain it while I call properly equipped personnel to search the room for something it's hiding. Ssg. Brinley: Alright, look, 6118, why don't we just calm down and hang out together, over in this corner… [SCP-6118 is shaking.] Ssg. Brinley: Come on. Let's go over here and sit down. We know what's best, just listen to us. [Brinley puts his hand on the SCP's arm. He attempts to pull it backwards, and it resists. He then grabs both arms and begins to more forcefully lead it away from the window. It stumbles, pivots, draws the gun from his holster, and shoots him in the head. Vollan lunges towards SCP-6118, and is also shot in the head. Both bodies fall to the floor.] [Dr. Mitchell cries out and stumbles back from the window. A pause of 82 seconds follows, wherein more security personnel (Sgt. Ferguson, Ssg. Lang, Sgt. Brodbeck) are alerted to the casualties, quickly fitted with basic PPE, and begin to make their way towards SCP-6118's containment cell.] SCP-6118: [Murmuring] [Rosetta.aic translation: This isn't real. This isn't happening.] [The object stumbles to its mattress, reaches under it, and pulls out the missing book. It then opens it and places it underneath Brinley's cranial wound. Once saturated with blood, the book is removed, placed on the floor, and SCP-6118 fires three rounds through it.] Dr. Mitchell: [Quietly] You are insane. A murderer. Over a- a book? SCP-6118: I couldn't help it. Dr. Mitchell: [Visibly frustrated, pulling on own hair] You just killed two people! SCP-6118: Three. Dr. Mitchell: Excuse me? SCP-6118: Please close your eyes. Dr. Mitchell: What? [SCP-6118 raises the gun to its own head and places its finger inside the trigger guard.] Dr. Mitchell: [Screaming] No! Stop! Don't do it! [At this time, security detail 2 enters the containment chamber, and the entity does not react to them. Ferguson grabs SCP-6118's wrists and begins to pull them behind its back. The object tries to fire into the side of its head, but the gun is now misaligned to do so, and the bullet enters the ceiling. SCP-6118 breaks free from Ferguson and attempts once more, but the magazine is now empty. It is grabbed by Ferguson and Lang, and Brodbeck handcuffs its hands behind its back. The object goes limp.] <End Log, XX:XX> SCP-6118 was secured in restraints inside Secure Holding Vehicle 14 at 10:53. It was determined by the guidance of Dr. Purvis, Dr. Mitchell, and a 3-2 vote from the Ethics Committee that it would be the best course of action to transport SCP-6118 to Site-19, where higher security resources are available to deal with the combative attitude of the object.11 The following interview was conducted a day later, after Dr. Mitchell had also arrived to the location. ++ Interview Log 3 --Interview Log 3 Interviewed: SCP-6118 Interviewer: Dr. Mitchell Foreword: SCP-6118 is sufficiently restrained for the interview to be safely conducted with Dr. Mitchell in the same room, wearing full HAZMAT PPE. <Begin Log, 9:58> Dr. Mitchell: Hello. [Silence on tape for 6 seconds.] Dr. Mitchell: We need to talk about it. SCP-6118: No. Dr. Mitchell: You killed two people. SCP-6118: I couldn't help it. Dr. Mitchell: What's the matter with you? What are you? [SCP-6118 shakes its head.] Dr. Mitchell: Where did you learn this? How to fight, how to shoot? You clearly have combat training. Were you sent here as a weapon? [Enunciated] What are you? [Silence on tape, wherein SCP-6118's breathing is audible and fast.] Dr. Mitchell: Please, 6118. It doesn't make sense, all I want is for you to explain. I'm trying to help you, I'm on your side. Were you designed to be a weapon of some kind? Are you- are you a test of technological competence, to see if we would be able to harness your anomaly before our species got wiped out from the virus? Please. Where did you come from? [Silence on tape for 22 seconds.] Dr. Mitchell: Is there anything you can describe, anything you can tell me about from before you came here? Anyone? [Silence on tape for 48 seconds.] Dr. Mitchell: Why did you come here? [Silence on tape for 77 seconds.] Dr. Mitchell: [Sighs] I'll leave you alone for a bit so that you can think about it. <End Log, 11:02> <Begin Log, 16:18> [SCP-6118 flinches as the door opens.] Dr. Mitchell: Are you ready to talk to me? All I want is a simple, simple explanation. Then you can go back to your room, and I won't have to bother you about this again. Maybe ever again. SCP-6118: … Dr. Mitchell: Look, I know it sucks, but it's not my choice. I'm just doing what the people above tell me to. I don't really want to ask more than you want to tell. [Silence on tape for 8 seconds.] SCP-6118: It's just me. Others died. So, it's over. I'm alone, here. I'm always going to be alone, here. Dr. Mitchell: Then why did they send you? SCP-6118: Run. Dr. Mitchell: You fled here? Are you some kind of experiment? To do what? [Silence on tape.] Dr. Mitchell: You can't keep doing this, [Expletive]! 6118! I need you to talk to me! You cannot space out like this, please! [Dr. Mitchell stands and slams her fist onto the table. SCP-6118 is motionless.] Dr. Mitchell: [Yelling] Wake up! Come on! Wake up! Please! [Dr. Mitchell rubs her face and sits heavily into her chair.] Dr. Mitchell: What am I kidding, you're probably thinking the same thing, aren't you? I'm sorry. You're probably going to be left to rot in some cell, after all this, and all I can say is "I'm sorry". <End Log, 16:20> Addendum 6118.13: Further testing Proposal: "Continue research on SCP-6118 by infecting it with a rotation of different strains of Influenza, Dengue, and Varicella, in order to facilitate a better understanding of its anomaly, as well as harnessing the anomaly to treat infectious diseases." Yes No Abstain A. Parsoei J. Azema I. Alvarado S. Monaghan N. Flanders Status: REJECTED Return to Hub Footnotes 1. Replicated from the containers found aboard its crashed vehicle. 2. Reentry time of 20.2 minutes. 3. An HIS-Purkinje network is what makes the heart contract. 4. Blood based in hemocyanin. 5. Total Parenteral Nutrition (TPN) is a kind of IV Therapy where the recipient receives all of their nutrition from an IV. This replaces eating and drinking. 6. Traumatic Brain Injury 7. Assigned researchers may request this, and following redactions, after undergoing a mental health assessment. 8. The exact word used appears to be a scientific term for Earth in the alien language, therefore this word has been chosen. 9. Actually day 33 since the object's arrival. 10. The object has very extensive, pronounced scar tissue on the arms, made up of hundreds of straight lacerations. 11. The document detailing such was determined to be extraneous, but may be requested by personnel assigned to SCP-6118 at Level 2 clearance or higher |
SCP-6119 | keter | Item#: 6119 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Containment efforts for SCP-6119 are ongoing. The boulder has never been observed to move outside of LOC-6119, thus containment is focused both on guarding this region, and on preparing for the eventuality that SCP-6119 leaves it. A high-density perimeter wall around LOC-6119, which is being continually reinforced, may slow the progress of egress to the point that SCP-6119 redirects, remaining within the safe zone. Mobile Task Force Upsilon-83 ("White Whalers") guard the perimeter of LOC-6119 from interlopers, and remain on standby to track down the object, should it breach this wall. Containment specialists are to remain polite during conversation with SCP-6119. SCP-6119 causes a landslide while descending a mountain. Description: SCP-6119 refers to an anomalous boulder, with a diameter of roughly 5m. The momentum of SCP-6119 is anomalous; while the ball does not roll at a single constant speed,1 it accelerates, decelerates, and changes direction apparently at random without external impetus. Limited testing suggests that SCP-6119 is resistant to all forms of damage; the composition of SCP-6119 remains unknown for this reason. While the object’s movement is not directly affected by collision with obstacles, it has been noted that periods of extensive, ongoing collision are often accompanied by SCP-6119 redirecting to a clearer course. While SCP-6119 is capable of travelling in any direction, it has remained within an unmarked 50km2 zone, making abrupt turns as it approaches the outer borders of this zone. The hypothesised “safe zone" has been designated “LOC-6119". The zone is located north of Jasper National Park, Alberta, Canada, and remains uninhabited. Containment specialists for SCP-6119 have been relocated to Temporary Site S-281, located on the border of LOC-6119, for ease of observation and testing. SCP-6119 is telepathic; it is capable of communicating with humans within 5km2.2 The object cannot communicate with subjects individually; its transmissions are simultaneously perceived by all humans in-range. Subjects perceiving this conversation refer to sensations of a “voice", stating it is "low, gravelly, and monotonous". The nature of SCP-6119's telepathy only became apparent partway through containment efforts; its discovery, and the development of containment, are logged in Addenda below. Addendum 6119.1: Impromptu interview with SCP-6119 by containment specialists. This log was recorded during laboratory hours at Temporary-Site 6119. At this point, Researchers Hammond and Roche were on Week 2 of their projected 5-Week Containment Investigation Process. [Hammond and Roche are taking notes on a recent collision test.] Hammond: So, concrete's right out. [Roche snaps her fingers.] Roche: Right out. Didn't stand a chance. What's next on the list? Hammond: Sponge. Bit of a wildcard, but it's worth a try. Roche: Right, how else are we gonna stop this thing? UNKNOWN: You could ask me. [Hammond and Roche freeze. Roche triggers a silent alarm, then nods to Hammond.] Hammond: Hello? UNKNOWN: I'm right here. You could just ask me. Roche: Ask you? Are you identifying yourself as SCP-6119? UNKNOWN: I'm right here. You could just ask me. I don't like people talking behind my back. Roche: We… weren't talking behind your back. We just didn't know we could talk to you. You're SCP-6119, correct? UNKNOWN: All of me is my back. No transcription of the psychic transmission was required, as statements made by SCP-6119 were also picked up by active audio recorders and transcription devices. When questioned about this aspect of its psychic transmissions, SCP-6119 stated that doing so "was only sensible." Addendum 6119.2: Selected transcripts of communication with SCP-6119. After the events of Addendum 6119.1, SCP-6119 began to regularly initiate contact with the containment team while rolling within range of Temporary Site S-281. Given the area of LOC-6119, and SCP-6119’s range of communication, periods of communication did not tend to last for longer than 10 minutes. The object displayed a preference towards holding conversation with researchers Hammond and Roche, who were encouraged to treat these incidents as opportunities to gather data on the object's possible motives and origins. Their queries were often eclipsed by the object’s desire to discuss only its present situation: Log 11 Roche: We'd like to take this opportunity to ask you if you know where you came from. SCP-6119: I don't know what you mean. I'm right here. Can't you see me? I came from where I was. Behind me. Roche: You don't recall anything… before you were here? Before being in the boulder? SCP-6119: Nothing springs to mind, but I am more than a little distracted by all the rolling around. I can't be sure that my memory is working. And I have earache. Roche: But you're certain that this is something that has been done to you? That there was a time when you weren't like this? Hammond: You have ears? SCP-6119: I feel you're being insensitive to my situation; if this happened to you, you'd be in a lot of pain. You wouldn't want to talk about your roots. You would scream or cry. Hammond: I'm sorry. Are you alright in there? SCP-6119: No. I am extremely uncomfortable. There’s no air in here and I would very much like to vomit. I think my mouth is full of rock. Hammond: You have a mouth? Where is it? SCP-6119: Please don’t ask me that. Roche: Can you slow down for a bit? We’d like to inspect your composition. SCP-6119: What do you mean? I can’t write, not with all these broken bones. Roche: Your chemical composition. You’ll have to slow down so we can try and take a sample. You can’t do that for us? SCP-6119: I don't think I can do anything about this. I may be able to speed up. I don't think I want to try that. It would make me very ill. At times, SCP-6119’s attempts to contact containment specialists occurred when they were otherwise engaged. This, combined with the object’s obtuse nature, made efficient communication difficult: Log 35 SCP-6119: Are you working hard? I want to discuss my predicament again. Hammond: We're on lunch break right now. We'll be back soon, and we can discuss it all you like. SCP-6119: At some point you're going to have to explain it to me. Hammond: Lunch break? SCP-6119: Eating. [All containment specialists pack their food, and begin to return to the observation deck.] Roche: Can you hold on for a moment? We have a few more psychological tests we’d like to run. SCP-6119: I don’t understand, you said I was faster than a human. I don’t think you could catch me. Hammond: If you’ll just wait a few minutes, we’ll be back to the observation deck. SCP-6119: I’ll be bored of this by then. I can’t wait around for you. You know I can’t control this. Tell me about food, and also salt. [SCP-6119 continued to question the containment team on food, and eating, for the five minutes taken to reach the observation deck. At this point, SCP-6119 had rolled outside of communication range with Temporary Site S-281.] Addendum 6119.3: Further transcripts of communication with SCP-6119. It is possible that the above occurrences led to a strained relationship between SCP-6119 and containment specialists. While the object’s psychic transmissions continued to suggest that the boulder’s movements were uncontrollable, members of the containment team believed its behaviour was caused by a “petty and stubborn" personality. Log 40 [Junior Researcher Wallace sneezes twice in a row.] SCP-6119: What is that noise they make sometimes? Hammond: Sneezing? SCP-6119: It sounds like they’re scared of something. Roche: No, they’re sneezing because they’ve got a blocked nose. Hammond: There’s a cold going ‘round the Site. SCP-6119: Okay. Roche: It’s a biological response; we blow air out of the nose and mouth. It helps to clear the nose out. SCP-6119: Stop it. Wallace: I can’t help it. SCP-6119: I don’t believe you. I’m congested everywhere and I’ve never sneezed. Achoo. Roche: You can’t just say “achoo". That’s nothing like a sneeze. SCP-6119: I’m not saying it. Achoo. This isn’t helping, no, I'm afraid I'm still very bunged up; it's like chicken-wire and treacle throughout my nostril. Achoo. If anything, I’m more annoyed now. Hammond: What? SCP-6119: It’s vexing that this works for you, and not me. After the events of Log 40, SCP-6119 requested that no staff sneeze while within LOC-6119. An increase in the object's average speed was observed after it was told this request was unreasonable. Log 62 [The containment team is discussing the development of a proposed containment method; a ramp along the perimeter, with the aim of redirecting SCP-6119’s momentum upwards.] Roche: About 30% of the experimental containment ramp has been built in the past two weeks. We haven't had a single workplace accident, there's no shortage of materials, and all tests suggest this'll work a charm. We're really on a roll here! SCP-6119: I would appreciate it if you didn’t use that term again. Hammond: “Workplace accident"? SCP-6119: No. Roche: “Experimental containment ramp"? SCP-6119: No. Hammond: “On a roll"? SCP-6119: Yes. That one. Roche: Oh… SCP-6119: That’s the third time this month. I find it grating. Insensitive. Roche: Because of the boulder? SCP-6119: Because of the boulder. After the events of Log 62, SCP-6119’s movements became more erratic. The term “on a roll" was logged twice in the following week. In this same week, SCP-6119 collided with a section of the containment ramp, breaking through. The containment procedure was cancelled. Given this pattern of behaviour, it was surmised that SCP-6119 had some level of control over the path taken by the boulder. Incident 6119-13 led to an abrupt change in SCP-6119’s behaviour. An update to its containment procedures is in progress. Update: Incident 6119-13 The containment team noted that, while the object refers to the boulder as itself, it also makes frequent reference to anatomy that partially mirrors human biology. Given reports from SCP-6119 that it is “trapped", it has been postulated that this “voice" does not belong to SCP-6119, but instead to a telepathic entity that is contained within SCP-6119. An investigation into the contents of the object was initiated. A log of events is included below. The ARED3 was set up within LOC-6119, roughly in the path of SCP-6119. This was done with the aim of having SCP-6119 pass through the central aperture of the device, allowing a scan to be performed despite the object’s high velocity. Containment specialists began to communicate with SCP-6119 to convince it to cooperate with this aim. Roche: Hey Rocky. Can you see the giant metal thing, way in the distance? Could you try to aim towards it for us? SCP-6119: I can’t see anything, there’s a boulder in the way. Hammond: Just keep going the way you’re going, bud. SCP-6119: That’s not what you call me. Neither is “Rocky". You call me SCP-6119. Roche: If you go straight ahead, right through the device, we can try to scan for whatever’s inside the boulder. It’s you, right? Maybe we can help you get out. You don’t like it in there, do you? SCP-6119: I do hate it in here, there’s no room to stretch and there isn’t any salt, either. Hammond: Right! SCP-6119: But I can’t aim towards anything, I can’t move the boulder. Who’s to say I’d like the outside, anyway? Hammond: Maybe you’d be able to see, if we got you out! SCP-6119: I might hate that, too. [Extraneous conversation is truncated; SCP-6119 continues to contemplate the consequences of completing an ARED scan for five minutes.] SCP-6119: And if that happened, my toes might start bleeding from the impact. Roche: I’m going to have to get us back on-topic. You're nearly on the approach, but you're drifting a couple degrees off-course, can you turn slightly to the left? SCP-6119: We covered this already, no? I am not in control here. You should move the machine. Roche: We can't, it's bolted down. Can you redirect slightly? SCP-6119: Can you hear me? There's no steering wheel, I can't even blink. [Communications are briefly interrupted as SCP-6119 passes through the side of the ARED, destroying it.] SCP-6119: I believe that was your fault. [Hammond and Roche do not respond. SCP-6119 continues to affirm its belief as it rolls away from Temporary Site S-281. The containment team loses sight of the object through dense foliage.] Hammond: Well. Onto the next plan, then. [Twenty minutes later, SCP-6119 initiates psychic contact, despite estimates of its location placing it far outside its established range.] SCP-6119: I've just breached your perimeter, by the way. I've accelerated to one hundred and twenty miles per hour, and I feel fine about it. I think I’ll be speeding up again soon. Maybe I'll get motion sick then. Hammond: You… you breached? SCP-6119: Yes, I'm out. How are you? Roche: How did you get out? SCP-6119: The wall crumbled when I hit it. I could feel the reverberations in my arms. It wasn't very strong. You could have tried harder. Roche: That isn't very fair. You know we've been trying real hard. Hammond: It was a really thick wall. Roche: Could you tell us where you're heading? SCP-6119: I still can't see. Roche: Right, sorry. Any idea where you're facing? SCP-6119: All of me is my face. Because of the boulder. [Mobile Task Force Upsilon-83 is dispatched to track down SCP-6119. After half an hour of travel, the task force locates the object.] SCP-6119 was located roughly ten minutes away from making contact with Skamver, a densely-populated town 50 kilometers northwest of LOC-6119’s perimeter. SCP-6119 had caused extreme damage to major roads and infrastructure on the way. In addition, the boulder had passed through a popular camping-ground; survivors were amnesticised and a cover story of multiple bear attacks was provided. After MTF Υ-83’s attempts to stop SCP-6119 by force failed, it was decided that Researchers Hammond and Roche would initiate contact with the object: Hammond: 6119, please respond. It’s really important that we get in contact with you. SCP-6119: Are you going to stop talking soon? I’d prefer that. Roche: Right. We've found you in Skamver. You’ve done a lot of damage. Could you turn back. Please? SCP-6119: The ground here is very bumpy. Am I back in the foothills? Roche: No, you're… in a shopping mall. SCP-6119: Ah, so I'm rolling over tables and stalls? Hammond: No. [SCP-6119 accelerates, abruptly exiting the mall. MTF Υ-83 loses sight of the object, and return to tracking it, but are delayed by the obstacles left in the wake of SCP-6119’s passage.] SCP-6119’s path through Skamver was exceptionally non-linear, even when compared with its typical erratic movements. The object collided with most of the town’s statues, sculptures, and fountains, flattened 80% of the road signs in the centre of town, and destroyed the town’s time capsule.4 The damage done to the town’s infrastructure was extensive; major gas pipes had been disrupted, and twenty-three buildings (including Skamver Town Hall) had been damaged to the point of collapse. It is estimated that SCP-6119 was responsible for at least two hundred deaths. Numerous attempts were made to contact the object while in-range; however, SCP-6119 only initiated communications after 20 minutes: SCP-6119: I’ve stopped now. Hammond: What? SCP-6119: I’ve stopped moving. Roche: By choice? I thought you weren’t in control? SCP-6119: No, I didn’t choose to stop. I can’t get a grip. I’m just spinning. Hammond: You can’t move? SCP-6119: I can spin; I can’t go forwards. This is much more annoying. Roche: Why? SCP-6119: There’s water. + Open Proposed Containment Procedures Update - Close Proposed Documentation Update Special Containment Procedures: The town of Skamver, Alberta is to be fully evacuated, its population amnesticized, and its existence expunged from public record. A perimeter wall is to be constructed, creating a 50km2 zone around the former site of Skamver. Containment specialists trained in conversational arts are to remain on-site at the newly-defined region of LOC-6119, and must make polite, sympathetic conversation with SCP-6119 whenever required.5 Skamver’s public pool is to remain filled with water, and its tiling is to be reinforced as soon as possible. Footnotes 1. SCP-6119’s mean speed is roughly 30km/h. 2. This information was provided by the object itself. 3. Anomalous Recess Examination Device 4. Due to be opened on the fiftieth anniversary of its burial, the following year. 5. A full list of topics and phrases to avoid is available upon request. You Might Also Like... Collapse Recommendations SCP-5776 — 100% MOST DEFINITELY A KETER, by OzzyLizard SCP-1193 — Buried Giant, by ophite ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6119" by GremlinGroup, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6119. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6120 | esoteric-class | The following article is a part of the And Every Time We Meet Again storyline. Whilst you can read it on its own, it's highly recommended you read the previous installments to get this article in its fullest. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-6120 DRAFT FILE SUCCESSFULLY LOADED Welcome, O5-9. You have an exclusive 15-minute lock that will stop others editing this page while you are working. The lock expires in 900 seconds of inactivity. Your page edit lock has expired. 6120 Item#: 6120 Level5 Secondary Class: Eparch Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All SCP Foundation Sites and personnel are to imperatively transfer any and all information regarding Daniel Asheworth's whereabouts to O5-9. Withholding of such information is considered treason and is going to be punished by immediate termination. As SCP-6120 has already transpired, its containment is both impossible and unnecessary. To ensure the safety of all personnel following it, however, Site-120 is currently undergoing a lockdown to properly catch and neutralize the leaders of the attackers,1 should they still remain within its premises. Description: SCP-6120 was a military and thaumaturgic raid on Site-120 organized by the recently formed anti-Foundation rebellion.2 Having happened on 06/09/1985, the event itself was not anomalous in any way3 — however, both the attackers and the methods they used to accomplish their deeds were. Utilizing thaumaturgy, ontokinetics, and the help of Fae (Homo sapiens sidhe) and Children of the Night (Homo sapiens noctis), their main purpose was the apprehension of SCP-5292-24 for the furthering of their goals via the usage of its knowledge. Having successfully done so, in the process, the group caused 100% of personnel within the building to enter a thaumaturgically-induced coma-state. The recovery of them to ensure their proper recovery into health is still pending review from the desk of O5-9. The [END OF FILE] log-in > INITIATING OVERWATCH COMMAND LOGIN PROTOCOL… login: O5-9 > REMEMBER: IMPERSONATING A MEMBER OF THE OVERWATCH COUNCIL IS PUNISHABLE BY DEATH. password: the-beast-shall-roar-with-its-thousand-maws-when-the-sun-sets-for-its-thousandth-time > IDENTITY CONFIRMED. WELCOME, O5-9. > WARNING: YOUR ACCOUNT CURRENTLY REMAINS LOGGED IN EDITING AN UNSAVED DRAFT FILE FOR SCP-6120 WITHIN A TERMINAL AT SITE-120. DO YOU WISH TO DO ANYTHING WITH THE FILE? delete-files > ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE THAT FILE? REMEMBER, AS AN UNSAVED DRAFT, ONCE DELETED, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO RECOVER IT. yes > FILES DELETED. display: camera-footage-site-120-current-time > ACCESSING… Camera #: A-09 Location: Portal Entry Room5 Date: Current time (06/09/1985, 18:23) Among the inactive portals levitating in the middle of the room, another one opens with a loud swirl, through which three figures step out. One of them, identified to be Daniel Asheworth, follows last, shouting unidentified commands to the remainders of his followers.6 Jessie Rivera and Jeremy Cornwell look around the room, when they notice that several Site personnel are standing, unmoving, frozen in the air. Some of them are talking to each other, others are halfway through taking a step or using the machinery within the room. They are covered in a thin transparent ice-like shell. Upon most of them, small amounts of dust can be seen — however, none of them seem to notice their states; none of them are terrified in any way, with their faces bearing normal expressions. The room is filled with an overwhelming silence, only broken by the steps of the trio. Asheworth notices them too, and approaches the closest one. Asheworth: What the…? As he touches the layer around the woman, she is identified to be Magdaleine Cornwell, one of the members of Site-120's Director Council. The thaumaturgist's eyes glow with a dim blueish color as he closes them, whispering a couple of unhearable words to himself. From the palms of his hands, something akin to a rope connecting both his hands appears in a blast of blue light across the entire room. He encompasses the standing figure in the "rope," and moves his hands in an unscrewing manner. Seconds later, the item bonds with the shell. The crystalline structure shatters, making the director inside it fall on the ground. She wakes up, disoriented, trying to locate where she is. Asheworth: <touching her cheek gently:> Mag, is everything— Immediately noticing who woke her up, Cornwell dashes backwards, trying to not fall on any of the frozen personnel behind her, positioning herself in an offensive manner. M. Cornwell: Get away! She tries to stand up, only to fall on the ground again. Asheworth: Please, there's no need to— She grimaces. M. Cornwell: I'm not fucking falling for this again, you goddamned bastard. You already fooled us all months a… Upon noticing her brother, Jeremy Cornwell, standing behind him, she stops halfway through the sentence. She slowly stands up and walks towards Jeremy. M. Cornwell: I… J-Jay? Jeremy? He nods. She rushes towards him and hugs him, with a gigantic smile visible across her face. She starts to sob. M. Cornwell: Jesus Christ, I— <sob> Fucking hell, you goddamned bastard! She punches her brother gently. J. Cornwell: Ouch! What was that for?! M. Cornwell: You fucking know what for! She hugs him again, sniffling. M. Cornwell: <whispering:> Never leave me alone again. J. Cornwell: <quietly:> I won't. Magdaleine notices Rivera pretending to not notice them both in the distance, standing near a control panel. Cornwell tries to wave at her, only for their eyes to meet halfway through the gesture. She stops, and both suddenly blush. M. Cornwell: I… Rivera: No. The woman director suddenly corrects her previously messy hair, coughs, and walks towards Asheworth in a much harsher manner. M. Cornwell: You have twenty seconds to explain yourself. Asheworth: <sigh> You want the full "you won't believe me" version or the shortened "there's a chance I won't be deemed insane" one? M. Cornwell: I… the shortened one? Asheworth: <pointing directly towards the camera:> O5-9 is a bitch and she wants to murder all of us, beginning with me because I actually know how to kill her. Cornwell raises her eyebrow. Asheworth: She wants to make sure nobody stops her from ascending into godhood, and to do that, she'll stop at nothing. She already blew all of Overwatch Command up and faked me helping Nowak to make sure nobody that actually is a threat can reach her. And now, knowing I'll return, this time with an army, she came here to finish the fourth part of her ritual. And, by the looks of things… Asheworth notices the walls are all covered in an unidentified language with its letters written with a blood-like substance. Walking towards it, with one move of his left hand, he moves one of the frozen personnel out of his way, gently pushing them with a spell. He sniffs the runes, touching them with his tongue. He sighs angrily, and whispers "four down, one to go" to himself. Asheworth: …she was successful in doing so. Cornwell exhales, looking at Asheworth in disbelief. M. Cornwell: I… what? Just what the fuck, man. You can't just come back after two months, announce that my brother and gi— friend are alive after me having already moved on, saying the person I've been working for for ages is some goddamned Antichrist, and that you're leading a rebellion to take said Antichrist out. She pauses. M. Cornwell: Okay, sorry, that was all, please continue. Asheworth: <in a changed tone:> Do you know what happened? <looking around himself and at the frozen personnel:> Anything at all? Cornwell scratches her hair. In the background, both Rivera and her brother can be seen inspecting the remaining personnel on-sight. Rivera presses some of the buttons present on the control panel of the portal room, and all other portals aside from the one they entered through shut down. M. Cornwell: <exhaling:> I… don't think so, no. All I felt was something similar to a heatwave incoming, and, well, bam, that's how I ended up. Why? Asheworth: We know Nine was planning on entering here herself with her little demon bastard helper to capture the Keeper. He's the only person that knows how to execute her final ritual properly; hoped you'd at least know how she'd enter here. <sigh> You know what happened to MacCarthy Jr. or Micheals? M. Cornwell: MacCarthy got transported offsite to finish his treatment while you were gone. No clue what happened with Micheals; he should be in his office though. So that's where you'd be off finding him. Cornwell searches something on her phone, scrolling profusely. M. Cornwell: The elevators to the Grand Library got shut down, though. Security override. You'll need to unlock them from director office. Asheworth shows the rest of the group to come along, and they start to walk towards him. He heads for the exit and looks at Magdalaine. Asheworth: You coming? Cornwell nods, and all four walk out of the camera's range into the corridor leading to the cafeteria through staff offices. Asheworth raises his hand, and the doors limiting access to the rest of the building suddenly tear in half as he smiles. His eyes and mark on the forehead start to burn with bright light as he moves his two hands again, making the entry much bigger. Magdaleine looks at Rivera with disbelief, looking back at Asheworth. Rivera answers by shrugging and following Asheworth through to the rest of the Site. display-camera-B-24 > ACCESSING… Camera #: B-24 Location: Site Director Council Offices Date: Current time (06/09/1985, 18:38) Presenting her Level 4 Access card to the door security measures, M. Cornwell, alongside the remainder of the group, enters through into the Site Director Council Office. The room is large, with a circular table located in its center alongside five seats. On one of the walls, a large screen perpetually displaying the screensaver spinning Foundation logo sits. On one of the seats, a frozen male figure can be seen, attempting to smoke, with his eyes frozen in an expression of fear. Identified to be Site Director Council member, Dr. James Micheals, the man is holding a smoke two centimeters away from his lips; the item isn't burning anymore, but the ash from it can be seen staining documents put atop the table near the Director. With a move of his hand, Asheworth transports the frozen Micheals away from the chair and starts the ritual he performed on M. Cornwell minutes ago, whilst he's being observed by J. Cornwell. Meanwhile, Magdaleine and Rivera look at the documents laying before the Director, throwing the ash away from it. Rivera: "Regarding the Recent Betrayals: An Official Statement By O5-9." What the fuck. M. Cornwell: Oh. Yeeeah. It's been… a couple of weird months. Rivera: I was about to ask, actually. What the hell's been going on? Because, uh… M. Cornwell sighs. M. Cornwell: Well, uh. Nine has kinda gone off the rails ever since Asheworth escaped that trial. Convinced everyone the Foundation is full of hostile GoI agents and shit. And, well, with full Administrator Clearance she practically overruled everyone telling her to stop, taking control of everyone standing in her way. She said she needs magical resources to stop Asheworth's army. Everyone believed her, naturally, ever since Overwatch blew up— Rivera: It's still standing. M. Cornwell: What? Rivera: Oh, you don't know. Well, uhm, she faked that too. She took control of the entire Council with an attack by her, basically freezing them too. M. Cornwell: Oh. Rivera: Yeah. Both stand in silence as the second one still looks through the document. Meanwhile, Asheworth finishes the ritual with a blueish mist explosion filling the room. When the light falls down, so do formations similar to snow onto the ground. Micheals is unfrozen, and throws his cigarette on the ground, falling on the ground in an expression similar to standing up from a chair. Micheals: —brary! I repeat — a portal breach near the library is imminent! He suddenly realizes he's no longer sitting in front of the table, and starts to panic. Looking at Asheworth he starts to violently cough, with his eyes widening. Micheals: Wha— M. Cornwell looks at him, calming the Director with her hand. M. Cornwell: I'll explain later. Don't worry, he's fine. Micheals opens his mouth trying to say something, only to realize his glasses are missing. He puts them on, and blinks twice. Asheworth squats to meet his eye level. Micheals comes closer, frantically trying to find his phone in his pocket. Micheals: W-Where is it? Asheworth: What? Micheals: My phone. Where is my phone? I… I n-need to notify everyone, the Lib-brary is under— Asheworth: Nobody's in danger anymore, don't worry. <coming closer:> Look, I know it's extremely confusing — but I need you to focus. What was happening in the Library? Was it just a portal opening? Micheals stands up, picking up his phone from the table. Micheals: "W-Was happening?" Asheworth: Everything is over now. The entire Site is frozen like it was when the attack happened. What happened before it did? Micheals searches through his phone, trying to find something. After seconds, he unlocks all elevators. Micheals: I, uhh… K-Kaufmann discovered a portal forming in the most secure p-part of 5292, with Akiva radiation going through the roof. Never seen anything as dense as that. I tried to send Security a call, and, uh, I— I just woke up now. Asheworth: <to himself:> So she was here herself. Micheals: What? Asheworth: Don't worry about it. <towards the two Cornwells:> Take care of him. He needs it. Both of them nod, and come towards Micheals, walking out of the camera range towards the office's recreational area. Asheworth walks towards Rivera, sighing. Asheworth: Whatever she came here for, it was in the final area of 5292. She was here in person. Rivera: What? Why, it just doesn't make sense, I— Asheworth: <sigh> At the bottom of 5292, there's a book me and Vemhoff never told anyone about. It's… it's the compedium of the worst things a man can do — spells so powerful and unforgivable we couldn't risk to tell anyone aside from Maria Jones about it. It was protected by a spell I weaved ages ago to make sure nobody took it; it was my magnum opus, so complex you couldn't take it out unless you had a literal army of mages unweaving each of the strings and separating them constantly for hours. Or if you're a literal god. Rivera: Oh. Asheworth: We need to go there, because if she actually took it… Rivera: …the breaking of the Fifth Seal would just be a formality, wouldn't it? Asheworth nods. After a second, he tells something silently to the Cornwells which nod, and him and Rivera start to head for the exit. As they are about to open the doors again, they suddenly open on their own. Though no one walks through, shadows from the outside corridor suddenly start to disappear, pouring into the office like a liquid. The corridor suddenly has none of them, whilst the entry to the room is filled with them, which begin to form into a humanoid creature. The entity extends its hand towards Rivera and Asheworth, screeching in a deafening sound. The first one located herself in an offensive manner, and her eyes start to burn with a purple light. Items around her start to float, but before she can utilize the reality-bending abilities, Asheworth grabs the entity by its throat directly. He whispers something to it, and his hand starts to emit smoke. Seconds later, the entity explodes into thousands of smaller shadows which run away into the room's corners. Asheworth blinks thrice and grabs his head. He is visibly tired. Rivera: W-What the fuck was that…? Asheworth closes his eyes and inhales sharply. His eyes start to glow and after five seconds they stop as he opens his eyes again. Asheworth: An assassin, meant to kill us. It was just summoned here. Rivera: 'Just summoned here?' How the fuck would you— Asheworth's mark on the forehead starts to glow dimly. Asheworth: It's… hard to explain. Just take my word for it. Rivera: But wouldn't that mean she knows we're here? I mean, why else would she send anyone here now that she's gone? Asheworth: It… it would. I didn't think of it. She… she has to have some sort of info source from within… Asheworth notices the camera in the room's corner, squinting at it. He suddenly sighs and facepalms. Asheworth: …which means she can see us in real-time. Asheworth snaps his fingers angrily, and the camera explodes. The feed disconnects. display-camera-D-56 > ACCESSING… Camera #: D-56 Location: The Grand Library Date: Current time (06/09/1985, 18:52) Asheworth, alongside Rivera, walks out of Elevator 2B into the lowest level of SCP-5292. The entire area is crypt-like in appearance, built with stone walls, floors and ceiling, with the bookshelves being integrated into the walls rather than standing on their own. Throughout said walls, numerous engravings of biblical stories and stone statues depicting biblical demons can be seen. The area is illuminated by lanterns hanging on chains, excreting a cold light. Throughout the level, the bookshelves are visibly destroyed, with books being thrown out of them, like someone was searching for something. At the end of the corridor, gigantic and highly detailed stone doors are laying on the floor — they are destroyed, with a hole located in them, like something exploded them. Beyond them, a single sanctuary can be seen. The room is much smaller than the gigantic corridors leading to it, with a single pedestal located in it — no other bookcases or manuscripts are present. Its walls are decorated with mosaics depicting the Book of Genesis, specifically the temptation of first men, the first sin, and the banishment from the Garden of Eden. The two enter into it, and look directly at the pedestal. It is carefully carved, with a deep cavity in the shape of a book located in it. The actual book is missing. Rivera: We're too late. Asheworth kicks one of the stones located on the ground near him angrily. Asheworth: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! His eyes and entire sillehuete start to glow with the blue light again, and he starts to look around the room. Though he examines it carefully, nothing aside from the pedestal can be seen within it. Asheworth exhales angrily. Asheworth: I… It's over. We've lost. Rivera: No, not yet. Rivera shows the other Director to come closer to her, and she stars to walk towards a local Foundation terminal. Overruling the present lock, she starts to search through it. Rivera: Oh. She suddenly comes across the draft file for SCP-6120, opening it. Asheworth: What a cunt. What an unbelievable cunt. Rivera: At least she didn't publish this. But then again they all hate us anyways. She closes the file, opening the camera footage of the area they're standing in at the time of the attack. Rivera: You'll want to take a look at this. The feed connects, showing the area of the lowest level of SCP-5292. Within it, a strongly red-colored portal manifests, and seconds later, O5-9, an unidentified man in a red suit, and seven copies of Director Dr. MacCarthy Jr. walk out of it. The entire group walks towards a laser-protected part of the corridor leading towards the gigantic doors. One of the humanoids presents an access card identical to that of the actual director, and the security measures get deactivated. All follow towards the doors. Asheworth: Fuck… Rivera: Hmm? Asheworth: The clones. I thought… I thought Nowak killed them before he died. Or at least removed them from having Level 3 Clearance after 5795, I guess. O5-9's face gets filled with a big grin as she extends both her arms towards the doors. Her entire person starts to glow with blindingly red light, and when the light dies down, an explosion sound can be heard. The doors are no longer separating them from the sanctuary. Within it, SCP-5292-2 is standing in an offensive manner in front of the book atop the pedestal. SCP-5292-2: Do not come closer, you foul beast, or I swear, I won't hold back. I already let the Lord down once, and I shall not make that mistake again. O5-9 rolls her eyes. O5-9: Oh, please. The Overseer snaps her fingers, and the ghostly humanoid suddenly starts to levitate above the ground with his sight no longer present. His transparent body starts to get colored by red until no green part of it is left. Nine smiles, and with one move of her hand, the ghost's body gets moved to the back. She nods towards the SCP-5890-1 entities, which cover it in a gray net and transport it through the portal. As she's about to reach for the book, her expression suddenly changes to a worried and panicked one. O5-9: You don't have to do this. Nine coughs, and her expression turns back to the previous one. O5-9: You've lost, thaumaturge whore. It'll be over before your little hero even notices. She coughs again, this time noticing blood on her hand from it. O5-9: You're afraid. You think you've won, but this war is long away from being over. Guess we'll have to look together as you lose, then. <chuckle> The Overseer punches herself with a red-smoke burning hand in the face and snaps back into reality. She picks up the tome, and starts to laugh maniacally. O5-9: You fucking wish we would. The terminal suddenly disconnects as humanoid creatures identical to SCP-5795-2 entities fill the screen. They grin, and the computer stops working. Both Rivera and Asheworth look shocked at the terminal Rivera: Fuck. We have to stop her. Asheworth: I… I know. Rivera turns towards him with a worried face. Rivera: No, we have to stop her, Daniel, do you understand? This is no longer about killing someone you hate, this is no longer a personal chase, this is no longer a vengeance-fueled mission. This is about the entire fucking world, Asheworth. We fucked up four times already, and now all that's left between total and all-out apocalypse and this world is that final fucking Seal which she now knows how to remove. And, trust me, she won't hesitate. We have to kill her. It's now or never, no matter what it might take. Asheworth: <sigh> But how the hell would we do that? I mean… even with this, <touching his mark on the forehead:> I'm not sure I could handle her face on. Rivera: I'm guessing the only way we can — by sending ourselves directly into Overwatch and killing her before she notices. Asheworth sighs. Asheworth: Gather everyone. Tell Tier'ney to get ver people, too. We'll need everyone. Rivera: What? Why? Asheworth: Because we're going to take Overwatch Command by force. > O5-9, YOUR TERMINAL HAS BEEN INACTIVE FOR THE LAST 10 MINUTES. DO YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE? no … … … initiate: protocol-thousandth-dawn > ARE YOU SURE? PROTOCOL THOUSANDTH DAWN REQUIRES THE APPROVAL OF THE ENTIRE O5 COUNCIL TO PROPERLY ACTIVATE. … … … yes activate: administrator-override-code > PROTOCOL THOUSANDTH DAWN'S LOADING SUCCESSFULLY INITIATED. SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE, O5-9. Footnotes 1. Daniel Asheworth, Jessie Rivera, Jeremy Cornwell, and Ailbié Tier'ney. 2. A group focused on overthrowing O5-9, the current Administrator, in an attempt to take over the organization. Made up of a rogue part of GoI-120 ("Triumviraté") and the remaining parts of PoI-5936 ("Damien Nowak")'s cult and followers following his death, lead by Daniel Asheworth, an ex-Foundation personnel and traitor. 3. Eparch class objects are those that aren't necessarily anomalous themselves, but somehow relate to the anomalous. 4. A humanoid possessing extremely complex knowledge regarding numerous thaumaturgic practices. 5. The main area within Site-120 within which portal activation happens; still active prior to the attack due to its surprise element. 6. Seconds following that, numerous other portals were noted to open in different locations throughout the Site. 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border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; 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} } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } CONFIDENTIAL Security Clearance 2 Site-43 none S E K T N Any_value Utility A5 A4 A3 A2 B5 B4 B3 B2 C5 C4 C3 C2 D5 D4 D3 D2 E5 E4 E3 E2 KETER AAA EEE Ȼ ? T Any_value Vedist I Vedist II Vedist III Vedist IV Vedist V Vedist VI 6122 SCP-6122 prior to obtaining anomalous properties. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6122 is contained at Site-43's vehicle containment bay. SCP-6122's locomotive and railroad cars are to be disconnected from each other and are not allowed to be operated until further notice. Description: SCP-6122 is a GE C18-7i diesel train, originally constructed for use by the State Railways Administration of Uruguay, before being acquired by the Protean Mining Company for use throughout Wyoming, United States; following the company's liquidation, SCP-6122 was acquired by the Foundation in 2003. SCP-6122's main anomalous property becomes apparent when it is operated. While moving under its own power, SCP-6122 will absorb any matter that comes into contact with its exterior and that of all cars connected to it, excluding the surface of their wheels, using it to generate new railcars (SCP-6122-1) anywhere between itself and the last railcar attached to it. Because of this ability, it is impossible to harm the object in this state. Objects and individuals already present in SCP-6122 prior to the activation of its anomalous properties will be immune to this effect unless they are removed from the anomaly. The interiors of SCP-6122-1 exhibit severe distortions in spacetime, ranging from abnormal geometry to incorporating aspects from different realities entirely. There is no exact pattern to the makeup of SCP-6122-1, but it is known that there is a correlation between the type of matter absorbed and the length of time it is operated. Upon deactivation of SCP-6122, all SCP-6122-1 instances will rapidly demanifest. Addendum-01, Manifestation of Properties: SCP-6122 gained its anomalous properties while transporting numerous anomalous objects to Site-19 on 07/29/2018, shortly after being impacted by heavy winds; footage captured by SCP-6122’s internal security system and Agent Rodney’s body camera recorded the incident. + ACCESS SCP:/6122/incident1/Rodney/Lieson - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Camera: Locomotive] [Conductor Ray Pendleton is in his seat, occasionally checking maps and observing the window. Engineer Harrison Lieson is leaning against the wall, playing games on his phone as he sips from his coffee cup. Conductor Pendleton's attempts to focus fails. Conductor Pendleton slams his clipboard on his lap.] Conductor Pendleton: Lieson, for god sake. Really? Engineer Lieson: What? I'm just taking my break. Conductor Pendleton: You've been taking your 'break' ever since we left the station! Don't you have some machine to attend to? You're driving me up the wall with all the noise you're making! Engineer Lieson: Said the guy who's shouting. Conductor Pendleton: Lieson— Engineer Lieson: Ray, chill. You and I have been on this route so many times it's been ingrained in our skulls. I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of it. Conductor Pendleton: I do other routes, a lot more than you as a matter of fact. Engineer Lieson: That's very interesting, and that's somehow important to the conversation because…? Conductor Pendleton: Because, unlike you, I actually take my job seriously. We're not carrying milk, Harry. It's important resources and dangerous anomalies. I know this, you know this, and you know that I know this. The fact that you're just milling about— Engineer Lieson: Ray. We mostly carry food and ammo. That's not hard to come by. And dangerous anomalies? They just dump the stuff that's not even worth a number and gets thrown away in a vault without a second thought. What's the most dangerous containment breach we had? Oh, that's right! A Lego brick that kept teleporting under our feet. Yep, very dangerous! Good thing shoes are a thing or we'd be goners, huh? Conductor Pendleton: Granted, but it still counted as a containment breach. We can't take our position here for granted. We are the lifeblood here, Harry. Without us, the Sites wouldn't survive. Engineer Lieson: The hell they wouldn't. Face it, Ray. This is a dead end job. Nothing happens here, it's just moving to one place to the next. The only real danger here is dying of boredom. If Neutralized Duty wasn't a thing I'm willing to bet the Foundation would send those jackasses here to teach them a lesson. Conductor Pendleton: If that's how you want to look at it. With an attitude like that, it's a wonder you haven't quit yet. Engineer Lieson: Yeah… it's an anomaly in itself. [Before Conductor Pendleton could respond, Agent Rodney enters the room. He is carrying several water bottles in his arms. Conductor Pendleton is relieved of his presence while Engineer Lieson becomes immensely confused.] Agent Rodney: Hey sir, I got the water like you asked. Do you need anything else? Conductor Pendleton: Thank you, Rodney. Just put those right over there— Engineer Lieson: Wait, wait. Hold up, hold up. Who is this kid and why is he calling you sir? Ray? Conductor Pendleton: (Whisper) Of course. Lieson, meet Agent Rodney. Rodney, meet Harry Lieson. Agent Rodney is here to… see if he can’t learn a thing or two as we make our runs. Had you saw the email an hour before we disembarked you would've known. Agent Rodney: Yeah, it was a surprise assignment. Real easy stuff. I never gotten to ride a train in person but… erm… I guess there's a first to everything, right? Anyways, it's to meet you. [Agent Rodney extends his arm towards Engineer Lieson for a handshake. Engineer Lieson raises an eyebrow and remains still. Agent Rodney bites his lips and retracts his hand. Conductor Pendleton's radio activates.] Morrack: Hey, Pendleton. It's Heather. We need some assistance here. Conductor Pendleton: I'm here. What's the issue? Morrack: I need help moving something and it's too heavy. Can you send the new guy to help? I'm at the caboose. Conductor Pendleton: Sure thing, I'll let him know. Agent Rodney: Well, that's my cue. I'll be on my way. Engineer Lieson: Yeah, try not to hit your head on the way out. Conductor Pendleton: Harry. Actually, you know what? Harry, why don't you help Rodney with his duties. Engineer Lieson: What? Ray, you can't be serious. I'm suppose to be here at the front and it's the new guy's job. Why— Conductor Pendleton: 'Cause like I said, Rodney's gonna need experience, you have a lot of experience, and I don't need you here at the moment. Besides, it's about time your break ended anyway. Engineer Lieson: Ray, I'm not a babysitter. Conductor Pendleton: Harry, just do it. Do you really want me to make a complaint? Engineer Lieson: … (Sigh) Fine. Come on, kid. We got to do your work. Agent Rodney: Okay? [Engineer Lieson and Agent Rodney exit the room, with the former slightly limping. Conductor Pendleton shakes his head before excessively rolling his eyes.] [Camera: Caboose] [The caboose consists of two adjoining rooms. Engineer Lieson and Agent Rodney enter; Heather Morrack is in the back room, pushing against an arcade cabinet. She is under strain. Engineer Lieson: Heather? Morrack: Help! It's heavy. [Both personnel rush to Morrack and help her stand the cabinet upright on a pallet. The arcade cabinet is colored green and depicts the image of a snake on its coin door. The words "SPITTER® by TotleighSoft" are written on the marquee.] Engineer Lieson: Damn… didn't expect it to be that heavy. Heather, what happened? I thought it was strapped down? Morrack: The straps broke. Thank god I caught it in time. I need to get more tie-downs… can you two stay here until I come back? Don't want it to fall again. Engineer Lieson: Fine. Agent Rodney: Yeah, we'll keep an eye on it. Morrack: Thanks. [Morrack leaves. Agent Rodney enters the other room, he moves to physically inspect the cargo. Engineer Lieson scowls in disapproval.] Engineer Lieson: Kid. What the hell are you doing? Agent Rodney: Um… s-sorry sir. I was just looking at the… stuff here. Didn't think this train was that packed— Engineer Lieson: Keep your hands to yourself. I don't want Heather to yell her top… what? [The caboose begins to move from side to side. Several of the crates and boxes fall over. A loud crash and the sound of breaking glass is heard from the back. Engineer Lieson grabs onto a pole and cringes in pain when his knee slams into it. He looks to Agent Rodney.] Engineer Lieson: The hell you're waiting for?! Grab onto something! Agent Rodney: Alright, alright! [Agent Rodney grabs onto on the one of the shelves. Upon doing so, he accidently knocks over a small gray box. The box opens and a pile of package peanuts spills over. A plethora of coins spill out, begin to stand on their rim and spin, producing sparkles of light.] Engineer Lieson: KID! Agent Rodney: Sorry! I didn't see it. I— Engineer Lieson: Just wait for it to pass! [After several moments, the caboose ceases moving. A significant portion of the crates have fallen over.] Engineer Lieson: Goddammit! Now it's all spilled—hate when this fucking happens. [Engineer Lieson reaches for the coins.] Agent Rodney: Wait! What are you doing? It's an anomaly, there's no telling— Engineer Lieson: Kid. Stop. The anomalies we carry are safe and I know this one. They got it from a street performer I think. All they do is just spin around and look pretty, like you… don't just stand there! Help me! Agent Rodney: Okay, okay! I will sir! I will. [Agent Rodney assists Engineer Lieson in putting the coins back into their box. The two of them then move to fix the other crates.] Engineer Lieson: And stop with this damn 'sir' business, just call me Harry. What is this, your first day? Agent Rodney: Um… yes si—Harry, that is correct. Engineer Lieson: I told you… you're serious? Agent Rodney: I mean… I did other stuff before but this is kind of my first major assignment… sorry for the box, the whole shaking took me off guard and well… um… Engineer Lieson: Don't worry about it. No harm done, thank god. This train is kind of a piece of shit you see. It's always breaking down and in need of repairs. The track doesn't help us much either. Still, that shake up was pretty bad… Agent Rodney: Yeah, it sure was. [Agent Rodney stands up another crate.] Is that normal? Engineer Lieson: Not really. We get turbulence but not this bad. It didn't sound like it came from the tracks… eh, we'll worry about that later. You said this was your first day? Agent Rodney: My official one, yeah. It's quite awesome if I do say so myself. Engineer Lieson: Awesome? Agent Rodney: Yeah. Why wouldn't it be? I was always a fan with the supernatural. Of course, I didn't think it was actually real though. It's so cool and I'm working real hard to climb the ladder. It's exciting really, I keep thinking I'll get to meet ghosts or werewolves or whatever. I personally hope zombies exist. Those were always my favorite— Engineer Lieson: I'm going to have to stop you right there. You're not going to get far if you keep up that attitude. Agent Rodney: Attitude? What attitude? Engineer Lieson: This fanboy phase you have. I'd seen your type before. All these new people… they believe just because they got chosen they're hot shit or think the facilities are glorified pet zoos, only for them to get their teeth kicked in. If they don't die or get horribly maimed, they crack under pressure and get shown the door because they're in La La Land. The Foundation has strict expectations, and if you don't meet that, you're going to be in trouble. Agent Rodney: Alright. So I'll improve and get better and stop fanboying. I'll do just that— Engineer Lieson: Then start acting like it. Don't shift from casual to formal in the same conversation, be more aware of your surroundings, and keep your head out of the clouds. It wasn't a coincidence they put you here with us. Consider this your first real test. Sure this job will be easy, but they're gonna keep testing you, they're gonna make things harder. If you can't take the heat they will throw you out of the kitchen and you can forget about getting a gold star. So shape up while you still can. Trust me, don't waste it. Agent Rodney: Sir—… I understand, Harry. Thanks for the advice. Engineer Lieson: Good. Now I'm going to get some coffee. So just stay put… woah! What?! Agent Rodney: What is it? Are you hurt?… oh my god. [The entrance of the caboose leads into a SCP-6122-1 instance; the interior has been flipped from top to bottom. All loose objects and ceiling lights maintain their gravity towards the floor. Engineer Lieson grabs his radio.] Agent Rodney: …I'm pretty sure it wasn't like that before. Engineer Lieson: Heather! Something weird is going on with the train. Can you hear me?… I repeat! Heather can you hear me?… She's not responding, shit! Ray! You there?! Ray! Conductor Pendleton: Harry? What's wrong? Did something happen? Engineer Lieson: Ray, the room ahead of me is flipped upside down! Something is definitely wrong here. We need stop. Now. Conductor Pendleton: What?! O-Okay just… it's—it's not working?! Agent Rodney: What's not working? Conductor Pendleton: The train won't respond to my attempts to stop it! I can't change the speed either! Engineer Lieson: What do we do now?! Conductor Pendleton: I-I don't know! Just—I need to make some calls! Just stay put until I figure this out! Engineer Lieson: Well… this certainly got interesting. Agent Rodney: We can't stay put! There's no telling what can happen! Engineer Lieson: Kid, we're stuck. We don't got much choice. Agent Rodney: We're in the caboose right? Which means the other door here will lead to the outside. We have to check it out. [Agent Rodney opens the opposite door. He is greeted by a sewer tunnel. Most of the tunnel is obscured by a purple gas; breathing is faintly heard. Agent Rodney silently nods. He slowly closes the door and locks it. He sits down on a nearby crate.] Agent Rodney: …I'll just wait. [END LOG] The Department of Logistics was alerted by Conductor Pendleton, who requested immediate assistance. As the crew were unable to stop or leave SCP-6122, Foundation personnel were deployed via helicopter to halt the object; the responding personnel were absorbed upon landing on the roof of the train, causing another SCP-6122-1 instance to manifest. After confirming anomalous phenomena was present in SCP-6122, the Department of Logistics were notified and containment protocols were activated. Addendum-02, Escalation: SCP-6122 continued to manifest SCP-6122-1 instances, and was rapidly approaching urban population centers and areas of heavy train activity. With the prospect of an imminent, massive containment breach, the Foundation assisted Conductor Pendleton in coordinating which tracks to navigate SCP-6122 through, and impeded civilian locomotive traffic. Conductor Pendleton and his team were granted permission to assist in the ongoing containment operation of the object if possible; more than half of the crew volunteered. + ACCESS SCP:/6122/incident2/Rodney/Lieson - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Camera: Caboose] [Agent Rodney and Engineer Lieson are sitting in the main area of the caboose. Agent Rodney is slowly taking his time to consume a coffee cup while Engineer Lieson is furiously tapping his knee.] Agent Rodney: So… how was your day? Engineer Lieson: …Really? Agent Rodney: What? I'm trying to make conversation. Have… fun I suppose? Engineer Lieson: How can I have fun while this supernatural cookie cutter bullshit is happening next door? Are you high? Agent Rodney: Okay… well… at least we're fine. Despite everything… um… well at least you can't really say that it's not exactly boring. Terrifying, but not boring. Sure this whole thing came out of left field but it could always be worse. The train could go into outer space, our heads could explode — Engineer Lieson: Kid. You jinx us and I will personally kill you. Agent Rodney: Look, what is even going on here? The train was fine a minute ago! How does that even happen? Things can't just become anomalous for no reason. Engineer Lieson: Actually, it can. Agent Rodney: Seriously? Engineer Lieson: Happens a lot more than you think. Agent Rodney: That doesn't make any sense. Engineer Lieson: That's why they're called 'anomalies' for a reason. Conductor Pendleton: Harry! Are you and everyone else doing okay? Engineer Lieson: Rodney and I are alright. Still haven't heard from Heather yet. Conductor Pendleton: I just got off the phone with command; the train seems to be making new boxcars by absorbing everything it touches. Agent Rodney: Matter absorption? Wouldn't it have sucked us in by now? Conductor Pendleton: No idea why it isn’t affecting us or the rails, but either way, they can’t stop it, so we have to. They want all available personnel to assist, including those already present. Engineer Lieson: Already present? You mean us?! Conductor Pendleton: I said all personnel, Harry. I'm doing my part, and they want you to do yours as well. Engineer Lieson: And how do they expect us accomplish that? Conductor Pendleton: They're trying to scan the train to find the source of the anomaly. If it's possible, they want you to proceed far through the train as possible. The goal is to reach the middle. That way, if they get the signal, you'll spend less time trying to get to it. I know it how it sounds but this is most we can do. Agent Rodney: That's the plan they came up with? That's a tad bit risky don't you think? Engineer Lieson: No, Ray is right. Not going with the plan is risker. Agent Rodney: How so? Engineer Lieson: Think about it! There’s populated areas along our route; when the news finds out, it’ll be Crazy Eights all over again, and that’s the least of our problems. We can’t stop, and the train absorbs everything it touches – what do you think will happen when we hit a bend too quickly? Conductor Pendleton: That's the worst case scenario, but still! Look, I know I'm asking a lot, but we can't afford to waste time here arguing. Get through the train as much as you can. We clear? Engineer Lieson: …Well. If we're going to die anyways, might as well make the most of it. Conductor Pendleton: Exactly what I wanted to hear! Now get on it! [Conductor Pendleton signs off. The room of the instance has flipped again. Engineer Lieson tosses a pencil inside; the pencil remains on the floor.] Agent Rodney: It's back to normal? That's good. Should we get a move on… or…? Engineer Lieson: No. We don't know what's up ahead, should be more prepared. Rodney, do me a favor and opens the boxes. I think there's a few items that could help us, and considering the circumstances, they’ll understand us using it. Start with that box over there. I think there's a taser inside. Gray box. [Engineer Lieson and Agent Rodney acquire several anomalous items from the caboose. Upon stuffing them into a bag, Engineer Lieson enters the next room.] Engineer Lieson: Alright, be focused here. We need to be sharp. You don't know wh— [Engineer Lieson screams as he is pulled to the ceiling. Engineer Lieson groans in pain.] Agent Rodney: Harry?! You… still fine? Engineer Lieson: (Groan.) Just peachy. Give me a minute! Gravity is apparently broken again. [Agent Rodney carefully navigates on the ceiling. He observes the penny as Engineer Lieson makes his way to the door.] Agent Rodney: So only people are affected but not objects? That doesn't make sense. Engineer Lieson: This whole thing doesn't make sense!… The door is too high and there's nothing to prop against the wall. First railcar and we're already screwed. Any ideas kid? Agent Rodney: The doorway is not that high. I can climb up to it but but I don't want to leave you behind… wait! I'll just carry you! Engineer Lieson: Huh? Agent Rodney: If I prop you over my shoulders, you should reach the doorway. I'll just climb in after you. It's the best shot we got. Engineer Lieson: …Can you handle the weight? Agent Rodney: Only one way to find out. [Agent Rodney goes to opposite wall and extends his arms out. Engineer Lieson uses Agent Rodney's hands as a stepping stool and is successful in opening the door.] Engineer Lieson: Got it! [Engineer Lieson opens the door inward, takes a sharp intake of breath.] Agent Rodney: Harry? Engineer Lieson: Do you see a fire extinguisher back there? Agent Rodney: No. Why? Engineer Lieson: We're gonna need it. Now. [Agent Rodney tilts his head and enters the second instance after Engineer Lieson. The majority of the boxcar is on fire, and the path is blocked by massive pillar of flames.] Engineer Lieson: Dammit! We should have brought one with us. Maybe there's one in here? [Agent Rodney points to a fire extinguisher near them. It is on fire and currently melting.] Engineer Lieson: Of course it can't be that easy! Hm… Rodney, give me that bag! There's has to be something here. [Agent Rodney gives Engineer Lieson the bag. As the latter is busy searching it, Agent Rodney spots sprinklers on the ceiling of the room. The sprinklers are connected to a fire alarm pull switch on the wall. The fire alarm switch is also on fire. He points this out to Engineer Lieson.] Engineer Lieson: You really want to trust that? I know for a fact there are no sprinklers installed on the train. Besides, you can't use it unless you say goodbye to your fingers. Agent Rodney: Well the sprinklers are there for a reason! Unless you got something better in there? Engineer Lieson: I got… the taser, bubblegum that can't wear out, a gold-finding compass… here it is! Fire-Proof bubble wrap! Oh wait. There's only a small sheet. This won't be enough to cover us. Agent Rodney: It's still enough to cover one of our arms… enough to pull the switch. Engineer Lieson: It could be a trap. You want to take that risk? Agent Rodney: Sure. Either we stay here or pull the alarm. This is our best shot. I mean, the sprinklers wouldn't be there unless there's a reason for it? Right? [Engineer Lieson stares at Agent Rodney, then at the alarm. He wraps one of his hands in the bubble wrap and pulls the switch. The sprinklers do not activate but the fire is extinguished regardless. Engineer Lieson looks at him incredulously.] Agent Rodney: …Okay, maybe not exactly what I had planned but it still worked. [The fire alarm switch moves back into place. The sprinklers spark and begin to emit flames. Agent Rodney and Engineer Lieson panic and sprint to the other boxcar. Engineer Lieson escapes just in time as the massive pillars of flames are emitted from the sprinklers. Agent Rodney slams the door shut. He is panting.] Engineer Lieson: Jesus Christ! Agent Rodney: Okay… okay… didn't go down the way I wanted but it's fine. That's just fine. That won't be any problem at all, just… a lot of vases? [The boxcar is devoid of windows and furniture with the exception of shelves on either side of the walls. There are vases, marble statues and paintings adorning the room. Price tags are on each of the items, ranging from thousands to millions dollars.] Engineer Lieson: Alright, this has to be a trap. Agent Rodney: How so? Engineer Lison: We thought the gravity in that room was fine but it was not. We thought the sprinklers would work but it didn't. And now this? It can't be this easy. Agent Rodney: Fair point, but we're on a time limit here and we need to proceed forward. What else do you want us to do? Engineer Lieson: Let's just take our time getting to the door. I might be getting over my head but— Conductor Pendlerton: —H GOD! GET DOWN! EVERYONE BRACE FOR IMPACT! [Agent Rodney and Engineer Lieson are thrown to the ground. The vases and marble statues begin to fall over and break on the ground. One vase falls on Engineer Lieson’s knee; he roars in pain as SCP-6122 continues to shake immensely. The lights flickers and the camera feed freezes.] [END LOG] Despite the Foundation's and Conductor Pendleton's best efforts, a civilian freight train collided with SCP-6122. Upon physically touching SCP-6122, the entirety of the train was absorbed into the anomaly within a minute; SCP-6122 was violently shaken during this, damaging a considerable amount of the cargo, however none of the personnel suffered any casualties. Addendum-03, Assistance: Due to the collision, the number of SCP-6122-1 instances had doubled; the status of Heather Morrack remained unknown. Foundation responders began employing drones to scan SCP-6122 for any energies, phenomena, or any indication of the source of the object's anomalous properties. Technician Lionel was chosen to coordinate efforts with the staff aboard SCP-6122. + ACCESS SCP:/6122/incident3/Rodney/Lieson - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Camera: Boxcars] Engineer Lieson: Ooh… I'm not in bed… I have a massive headache… This isn't a nightmare, is it? Agent Rodney: Well… if you're referring to a living nightmare, sorry to say, you're still awake. [Engineer Lieson is lying on the floor and sits up. A massive bruise is on the side of his head. He and Agent Rodney are inside one of the cargo boxcars. Engineer Lieson sighs and rolls up his pant leg. A massive bruise is on his knee.] Engineer Lieson: What happened? Agent Rodney: We hit another train. Stayed on the rails, but stuff was falling everywhere so I dragged you in here – Lionel helped me through the last three cars. Engineer Lieson: …Goddammit. [Engineer Lieson slams his head against one of the cushions of the seats.] This was supposed to be an easy trip… just fuck… wait, who's Lionel? Conductor Pendleton: Rodney! Has Harry awaken yet? Engineer Lieson: Unfortunately so! Ray, please tell me Command has something better in the works. I don't know how much of this we can take. Lionel: Luckily for you, Mr Lieson, there is. Engineer Lieson: Let me guess, you're Lionel? Lionel: That's me. Eric Lionel, Technician, lelay to Command, and co-savior of your sorry asses. Sorry for being late, Ray's been giving me the details of your cargo. And I see you're no worse for ware too. Engineer Lieson: You can see us? Lionel: Hacked into the video feed. Can you believe that those extra railcars have cameras in them too? It's a whole other world in there. Engineer Lieson: Grand. You said you had 'something better', Lionel? Lionel: We’ve been scanning the train – it’s giving off Humes, so the cause is ontokinetic. But the outside of the train seems to be blocking our SRA’s; we need you to open one of the boxcars so we can get it inside the train, and hopefully Pendleton will get control again. It's five cars ahead, a straight line. Easy as pie. Engineer Lieson: No it isn't! Train's a deathtrap! Lionel: It was a figure of speech. Agent Rodney: Harry's got a point. These cars are unpredictable, we don't know what we're going to get. Lionel: Oh that? Now that's easy. I can see a beach, a mountain, and a casino in that order. The rest are just more cargo. Conductor Pendleton: How can you— oh that's right the cameras. Okay, so the scenery may be a little compact but— Lionel: Not little. Conductor Pendleton: Hm? Lionel: Bigger on the inside; can't see walls or ceiling. Engineer Lieson: Good luck with that kid. Agent Rodney: What? Engineer Lieson: Overestimated myself. My leg is busted and I'm too tired. You're gonna leave me behind and— Agent Rodney: No, no. Don't you dare give me that cliché crap! You're coming with me. End of story. Engineer Lieson: My knee is busted, I’m not going anywhere fast; and we need this done fast. Just get it done, and I’ll wait here Agent Rodney: No, I’m not leaving you here. You know what’s in this train, I don’t; is there anything in here we can use? Engineer Lieson: Kid— Agent Rodney: Lionel! Is there anything useful here? Advil, anomaly, anything? Lionel: Hold on, I'll check the list… got it! see that blue box? There's professional soccer uniform inside that heightens adrenaline and relieves stress. Use that. [Agent Rodney obeys Lionel's instructions. He opens the box, takes the shin guard, and straps it to Engineer Lieson's leg before acquiring firearms and ammunitions on Lionel's digression. Engineer Lieson gets up and inspects his leg. He is no longer expressing signs of pain. Agent Rodney hands him a shotgun.] Agent Rodney: How'd you feel? Engineer Lieson: I… good… a lot better actually. Conductor Pendleton: Great, go out there and find Heather if you still can— [The sound of loud metal creaking is heard.] Engineer Lieson: Ray? Conductor Pendleton: I can hear something. Can't see it but it's loud. Guys!- Engineer Lieson: W-We're going. We're going! Just keep and eye out with the cameras. Lionel, what's ahead? Lionel? Lionel!? [Engineer Lieson and Agent Rodney enter the doorway. The door slowly closes and transforms into sand. The interior is a vast beach; no sun is visible, but the room is lit as if on a sunny day. Engineer Lieson is unnerved.] Engineer Lieson: Radio's not working. Look at this place, how are we going to find a door here? Agent Rodney: I don't know… hm? The sand is… moving? [Suddenly, large piles of sand begun to rise from the ground. Hordes of crabs emerged from these piles and attempted to surround Agent Rodney and Engineer Lieson; they sprint towards the ocean. Agent Rodney aims at the crabs and fires. Two crabs gets hit and collapse in a pile of red cubes before two additional crabs manifest.] Engineer Lieson: What do you think you're doing?! Agent Rodney: We got to get them off our tail! Engineer Liseon: That ain't gonna work! We need to run! Agent Rodney: Look at them—an entire army! We need get to higher ground! Engineer Lieson: No, we need to find the exit! Ah! Look! The boat, over there, see! Hey! Is that Heather?! Heather! Morrack is on her stomach, slowly crawling to a sailboat resting near the water. she snaps her head to Engineer Lieson and sprints to the boat. She helps both personnel get on board. Agent Rodney sets down a bag and sorts through it. Morrack: Rodney? Harry? What are you two— Engineer Lieson: Heather, hush! Rodney! Will this work!? Agent Rodney: It's either this or swimming. Hold on, hold on! Lighting taser, endless gum, copper brick—Got it! [Agent Rodney pulls out a paper fan and waves back and forth on the sail. The strong gusts of winds push the sailboat out of the sand and into the water. The hordes of crabs approaches the water but do not pursue any further.] Engineer Lieson: Good, it worked. Heather! Where were you? What happened? Morrack: I don't know! I went and got the straps, but on the way back I ended up here, in Hawaii or something – then the crabs started showing up, and I had to I-I-It's— Engineer Lieson: Slow down, It's fine. It's fine now… well actually it's not. Heather, listen, did you see an exit or a door of any kind? Morrack: I… the door's on that rock right there. See? [Morrack points to a train door standing upright on a rock in the ocean.] I was trying to get to it. Why? Agent Rodney: Command needs it open, might help fix all this… Also, this ain't Hawaii. Morrack: Really? I guess that explains a lot. At least we're close to it now… Harry? You got ammo in that shotgun? Engineer Lieson: I have enough rounds. Why? Morrack: How effective are they against sharks? [A large shark fin measuring two meters is approaching the boat. Agent Rodney quickens his pace as Engineer Lieson shoots at the shark. The shark is unharmed.] Engineer Lieson: Rodney! Don't you dare let up at that fan. Keep fanning harder! Agent Rodney: I'm trying with the stupid fan here! Wait, we're approaching! We're approaching! Land Ho—Kick the door! [The boat crashes into the rock and sinks into the water. The group exits the boat and sprints to the door. Agent Rodney is the last to enter. The shark jumps out of the ocean and dives towards Agent Rodney, jaws wide open. The sound of tearing fabric is heard as Engineer Lieson closes the door.] [The group emerge half-way up a mountain; a thick layer of clouds hides the landscape below them, with a medieval stone tower protruding a distance away. A path leads from the door to the mountain's peak, where the second door is standing.] Engineer Lieson: There's our next stop. Morrack: No way it can be that easy. Engineer Lieson: Never said it was… [Engineer Lieson turns to Agent Rodney and takes a sharp intake of breath.] You hurt? Agent Rodney: I'm fine, I'm fine. Damn. Too close for comfort. But hey, nothing happened right? We're still good. Morrack: I wouldn't say that. [Agent Rodney turns towards his bag. Most of it is gone; nearly all of the items in it are missing or destroyed. Agent Rodney drops the rest of the bag in shock.] Agent Rodney: How?! Engineer Lieson: Guess Mr. Jaws got too close indeed. Most of it’s trashed – can we salvage anything? Agent Rodney: All… all of it's gone! No wait, there's something! Some shotgun shells, protein bars… we saved the taser at least… oh no. [Instead of a taser, the contents of the box is revealed to be coins. They are sparkling.] Engineer Lieson: You grabbed the coins instead?! Dammit Rodney! Agent Rodney: Sorry! I'm sorry! The boxes looked similar, I thought I got… dammit… dammit! [Agent Rodney closes the box. He is pressing both of his hands against his face. Morrack hands Engineer Lieson the shotgun shells.] Morrack: We still have guns, it's not a total setback. Can we please get a move on before something terrifying tries to kill us again? Agent Rodney: …Okay. [The group begins ascending the mountain, following the path; as they do, a pair of black bands appear at the top and bottom of the surveillance footage, imitating cinematic letterboxing.] Camera: Locomotive [Conductor Pendleton is sitting in his seat. He is visibly anxious.] Conductor Pendleton: Lionel how far are they right now? What's their progress? Lionel: They're made it past the ocean, they're at the mountains now. They're not responding for some reason. Maybe those specific cars are causing interference?… Pendleton, five more train cars has been added to the train. Up to forty three now! Conductor Pendleton: No no no no, the train can't handle that much! If this keeps up at this speed, and if we hit a bend, we're going to topple! You sure the EMPs are not going to work?! Lionel: We already tried that. Command is looking into a new plan - weapons, anomalies… they're even considering contacting other G.O.I's as we speak. I know it's difficult, but try to stay calm. Conductor Pendleton: Easy for you to say! Forget the hatch just try the windows! Who cares if it gets absorbed! We can always try again, can't we?! Lionel: Pendleton! Relax, just focus on the tracks. We'll… Ray! Another car has been added. Wait, this one is different. Conductor Pendleton: Different how? Lionel: You can see the inside of it! It's a… flatcar! And there's nothing on it besides a… giant birthday cake with… playing cards, and Thanksgiving turkeys wearing bikinis? I think they're—yep, they're dancing and making out with each other. Conductor Pendleton: Forget that! Flatcars are technically inside right? No walls or ceilings… maybe try bringing the SRA close to that flatcar! It's the only thing we can do right now! Lionel: Fair point. I'll order the drone to get close to it. Fingers crossed… nothing so far. Perhaps a bit closer? [The controls of SCP-6122 briefly flash on repeatedly, and making electronic whirling before going silent. Conductor Pendleton observes with amazement.] Conductor Pendleton: Lionel? What happened? Lionel! Lionel: Pendleton! Good news! As soon as I brought the SRA to the cake, it disappeared alongside some of the extra cars! Can you stop the train now? Conductor Pendleton: Let me see!… Hey! It still won't stop but it's at a manageable speed now! It's working! Lionel: Good! Command is going to love this. Hm? That's… that's not right. Scanners' are now saying there's another - Pendleton, run! It's in there with you!' Conductor Pendleton: What— [Loud banging is heard, the door is becoming dented from the other side as a dark purple gas seeps into the room. Conductor Pendleton jumps from his seat.] Conductor Pendleton: L-Lionel! The door! I-It's wrong. It's creating gas! I c-can't! (Cough) The air's getting— (Cough) No! Something's… oh god! Lionel: Gas?! Pendleton! What gas are you talking about? What's wrong with the door? Pendleton? Pendleton! [Conductor Pendleton drops the radio and falls to the floor. He continues to cough as he falls from his chair. The door caves in completely, and the gas blocks the camera view. Conductor Pendleton coughing turns into screams before they are cut short.] [END LOG] Communication with Conducter Pendleton was lost. Shortly after, Foundation responders successfully pinpointed the source of the anomalous phenomena, and identified it as ontokinetic in nature; the source was observed to teleport between the caboose and locomotive in quick succession, before stopping and remaining in the caboose. Addendum-04, Emergency: At this time, SCP-6122 was approaching a major population center; the numerous additional cars drastically increased SCP-6122’s mass and momentum, ensuring the train remained in motion and would derail upon encountering a sharp bend. The ontokinetic anomaly source began traversing through the freight cars, beginning from the caboose and toward the locomotive. To minimize loss of anomalies and personnel, Foundation Command began drafting methods to neutralize SCP-6122; Technician Lionel then managed to regain communication with all personnel. + ACCESS SCP:/6122/incident4/Rodney/Lieson - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Camera: Boxcars] [The group is two-thirds of the way along the path, walking silently. Agent Rodney is holding a piece of cloth in his hand, periodically glancing at it; Agent Rodney notices this.] Engineer Lieson: You still have your mind on the sack? Agent Rodney: I just… thought what I did back there was stupid. I should have held it a different way. That's all. Engineer Lieson: Kid, you don't need to lie. I'm only saying now's probably the best chance as any to get things off your chest. We don't know what's up ahead, and there's a good chance we won't make it out. It's obvious you're bothered but I won't push if you don't want me too. Your choice. Agent Rodney: …I was thinking about what you said. Engineer Lieson: You mean the taser? It's fine, Rodney, it probably wasn't going to do much anyways… just an inconvenience. I'm not a fan of them if you couldn't tell. Agent Rodney: I was thinking about the whole… ‘head in the clouds’ thing. People are expecting a lot from us right now, and I’m afraid my mistake has cost us. Engineer Lieson: Kid, people make mistakes. Agent Rodney: True, but some are more costly than others. I don't… I was working purely off of adrenaline this entire trip. I… went with the flow if that makes sense. I'm getting a picture of what this job entails, and I'm wondering if I have the temperament to stay here. I was having expectations that were way complicated than I thought. Is it always like this? Working with the anomalous? Engineer Lieson: Not always, but there's a good chance it could be. Agent Rodney: I see. So I really wasn't taking this seriously. Still… am I ready? Can I handle what the world's gonna throw at me? Engineer Lieson: To be honest, I don't think you are. [Agent Rodney lets go of the cloth and stares towards the clouds in contemplation.] Engineer Lieson: But that's fine. No one's perfect. Like I said, the Foundation is testing if you can take the heat. It's insane if people think they're going to toss you into the fire, especially on the first day. In fact, you're taking this quite well compared to the other guys I supervised when I still wore the suit. Agent Rodney: Suit? Are you… you used to be an agent? [Engineer Lieson gives a small smile.] Engineer Lieson: Yeah, I used to be quite the hotshot too. Since I was professional, one of my duties included supervising new agents. Some got promoted, but a lot of them got canned because like you, they had their heads in the clouds. Hell, veteran agents fall under this too. It's the reason my leg got busted. Agent Rodney: Really? Engineer Lieson: Yep. Got too cocky against an anomaly and it took me out of commission. My knee led to one thing after another and I was forced to turn in the suit. The civilian life wasn’t appealing, so I got this job instead. It pays fine I suppose but it just wasn't the same. I thought you were going to end like the rest, but after all this, I don't think so. Agent Rodney: You don't know that. What makes you think I'm not like the 'rest'? Engineer Lieson: Easy. You're willing to face things head on, you're good at keeping your cool, and you're self-aware that you need improvement. That last one is more important that people realize. If you don't see you got a problem, how you're going to improve in the first place? The fact you admitted it is a good sign. Agent Rodney: So… you think I'll be a good agent? Engineer Lieson: You have potential. Like you said I don't know that. That's up for you to decide. That heat will always be there, but you'll get used to it. In fact, if we get this anomaly under control I think the Foundation will cut you a little slack. Who knows, they might even promote you. Morrack: Hey! We're almost there! Finally, thank god. Engineer Lieson: That's our cue. Ready to save the world again? Agent Rodney: …Yeah… yeah. I'm definitely ready. [Agent Rodney slowly nods.] [The group reaches the end of the path; Heather opens the door, and they step through. The interior of the room is nine levels high; there are slot machines and poker tables affixed to the floor, walls and ceiling. Masses of skeletal and red-skinned horned humanoid entities are either floating in the air, speaking incantations or playing the games.] [Morrack gestures the group to follow. They come across a train door standing upright behind a velvet rope barrier. A slot machine is besides it.] Morrack: You need to insert quarters inside of it and hope you get jackpot. Engineer Lieson: Straightforward enough… I have some in my wallet. Do you know any other rooms up ahead? Morrack: Only a couple. I tried to get pass this tunnel but it has hard to breathe. As I went back I swore I heard hissing. Didn't want to stay there longer than I had too Agent Rodney: Thanks for the heads up… Did you say tunnel? Morrack: That's what I saw. Agent Rodney: Huh… why is that ringing a bell? Engineer Lieson: Guys, quiet. I need to focus. [As Engineer Lieson reaches for the slot machine. Everything inside the room begins to spatially distort: The room is shrinking and all objects besides the group is disappearing. The interior quickly morphs into that of a standard boxcar. Slot machines are pressed against the walls. The entire group is visibly stunned.] Agent Rodney: …Heather? Did that happen last time? Morrack: No. Agent Rodney: Oh. Engineer Lieson: It returned to physical size? Lionel hasn't given us the SRA yet… Is that rope? [The group enters the doorway; they are standing on a flatbed. A SRA is hanging on a piece of chain near the floor. Engineer Lieson looks above to see a drone holding the chain up.] Morrack: It's already here? I thought you said Lionel needs our help? Agent Rodney: I did! Maybe… hey! Maybe he found another way to stop the train! Engineer Lieson: I think you're right. That room back there shifted back… but then why is the train still moving? Lionel: Because we're not done yet! Morrack: That Lionel? Engineer Lieson: Lionel? You're back! We found— Lionel: —Found Heather, I saw! Listen! We managed to set up the SRA. I guess flatbeds count. The railcars are demanifesting as we speak! I saw the room you were in, you said it went to normal right?! Agent Rodney: Y-Yeah it was trippy but it went back to normal. Well relatively normal. I think Pendleton can relax a bit easier— Lionel: Pendleton is gone! Agent Rodney: What?! Engineer Lieson: Gone?! What do you mean gone?! Lionel: I was talking to him when this purple gas filled the room; something got him. But nevermind that, you're in danger! We found the source - it was with Pendleton when he disappeared, then it jumped back to the caboose, and now it's coming to you! Morrack: Right behind?! What do we do?! Lionel: I don't know! Get to the locomotive! Grab onto the SRA! It might help you! Engineer Lieson: Alright… Got it! [Engineer Lieson grabs onto the SRA, which is absorbed into him. The chain is broken, and pieces of it fall to the flatbed, which are also absorbed. The group observes in silence.] Engineer Lieson: …What? Lionel: That… oh. [The environment morphs into a sewer system, with multiple tunnels present.] Agent Rodney: Again?! Wait… Harry! I recognize this place. This was at the end of the caboose! God, it smells the same too! Engineer Lieson: The… caboose. Lionel: Guys! Get a move on now! It's getting faster! Morrack: What's getting faster?! Lionel: The signal! [A loud hiss emanates from behind Morrack as a colossal green snake emerges from a tunnel; it pounces and eats Morrack, then eyes Lieson and Rodney.] Engineer Lieson: Holy— [Agent Rodney shoots at the entity with his firearm. It lunges for Agent Rodney, who escapes in time by running into a tunnel. The snake spews a stream of purple gas into the tunnel and refocuses its efforts towards Engineer Lieson who runs down a different tunnel.] Engineer Lieson: Lionel! It's still chasing us and lost visual Rodney. What now?! Lionel: I can't see you! Erm—keep moving forward! Make it to the engine! [Engineer Lieson runs down several tunnels, with the snake in close pursuit. He passes through several SCP-6122-1 instances of variable environments, all of which change into the sewer system as the snake enters them.] [Engineer Lieson reaches the locomotive. He is hastily fiddling with the controls to no success.] Engineer Lieson: Dammit! It's not working! How is Agent Rodney? He still alive? Lionel: I don't know! I can't see him! Engineer Lieson: …I'm screwed. Lionel: It's coming! [The snake's head emerges through the doorway. Engineer Lieson shoots the shotgun point blank at its face. The entity recoils in pain but is still alive. It prepares to spew its poison when it stops. It turns to look behind itself, then pulls it's head out of doorway. Engineer Lieson is confused.] Engineer Lieson: Why did it let up? It had me? Lionel: I don't know. Wait! I think I can see Rodney again! What's he doing? [Camera: Boxcars] [Agent Rodney turns the corner, the purple cloud dissipates. He cautiously retraces his steps and sees the segment of the snake. He begins to proceed forward but stops. He eyes the snake's posterior and expresses contemplation. He follows the entity's body.] [The interior of the other SCP-6122-1 instances have also been converted to sewer tunnels. Agent Rodney takes great care not to touch the entity's body, he sprints and follows it, eventually arriving at the caboose, where he freezes.] [The SPITTER arcade cabinet has fallen over again; the screen is cracked, showing demo footage of a pixelated serpent navigating a sewer system. It appears that the snake is emerging from the coin slots of the arcade cabinet to no detriment of itself. One coin slot remains open; Agent pulls out the gray box then stares at it, then at the slot, then at the box again.] [Agent Rodney kneels and quickly inserts the anomalous coins from the case into the slot. Hissing is heard as he inserts the sufficient amount and presses one of the cabinet's buttons. The snake emerges from a preexisting hole in the wall and hisses at Agent Rodney. He hastily grabs the joystick and rams the head of the character into itself.] [A flash of light blinds the camera feed before dissipating. The carcass of a normal-sized green snake is hanging from the coin slot, the head of which appears to have been bitten off.] [Agent Rodney stares at the cabinet, visibly relaxing. He turns and looks in the direction of a nearby tunnel; faint, echoing speech can be heard coming from it. After a moment he enters the tunnel, following the noise, eventually arriving in the locomotive without passing through any boxcars; Engineer Lieson is at the controls, talking to Lionel.]] Engineer Lieson: So it's gone? Lionel: It vanished, and the Hume level is dropping too! Rodney? Harry, behind you! Engineer Lieson: Rodney! You're alive? Thank god… what happened? Agent Rodney: I… followed the snake, to see what was causing it. It was that video game the whole time – it’s a snake game, and you go through sewers. It must’ve been damaged, and… put the train into a demo mode, or something? I just shoved some coins in, then made the snake kill itself. [Engineer Lieson slumps in his seat, covering his face with his hands.] Engineer Lieson: That was it? All we had to do was put some damn coins in? [A moment's silence.] Engineer Lieson: Rodney? Agent Rodney: Yeah? Engineer Lieson: I think you earned your gold star. [END LOG] Following the termination of the serpent entity, Engineer Lieson regained control of SCP-6122 and initiated the brake system; all experienced anomalous phenomena, including the generated SCP-6122-1 instances, progressively demanifested upon doing so, enabling the train to come to a full stop. Foundation responders established a perimeter around SCP-6122 until it could be transported for processing and containment. Conductor Pendleton and Heather Morrack were found unconscious inside SCP-6122 covered completely in digestive juices; they were taken to the medical bay and eventually made a full recovery. Investigation confirmed that Anomalous Object #1976, a TotleighSoft-brand arcade cabinet, was the source of the anomalous phenomena; the damage it incurred during transit had permanently transferred its anomalous properties into SCP-6122, and Anomalous Object #1976 itself had become non-anomalous. SCP-6122 was transported by other means to Site-43 for containment and study. Conductor Pendleton, Engineer Lieson, Heather Morrack and Agent Rodney were commended for their actions in resolving the incident, and compensated appropriately. Crash and Burn Logistics Department SCP-6943: Shootout In Chicago ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6122" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6122. Licensed under CC-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-6123 | keter | close Info X Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Hub More by Grigori Karpin Flyer received at Site-43 in advance of the scheduled SCP-6123 event. Special Containment Procedures METATRON.aic is to scan email servers associated with media production companies, media studies departments at universities, and media focused publications (such as ET or Variety) for any mention of SCP-6123. Upon confirmation of an SCP-6123 communication, MTF Kappa-43 (“The Mediators”) are to be dispatched to administer amnestics to the receiving parties. Stratagems concerning physical correspondence related to SCP-6123 are being considered but at this time no apparent solutions have arisen. Until such time as the originating source of SCP-6123 communications is identified, the anomaly is to be considered Keter. Description SCP-6123 is a recurrent series of seminar programs entitled Media and You aimed at fostering discussion of both the interpretation and creation of media. SCP-6123 occurs on an indeterminate basis and within an undetermined exospatial reality but is reported to resemble a small conference center with capacity for a few hundred attendees. When an SCP-6123 event occurs, certain individuals chosen by currently unknown methodology will receive an invitation. Currently, SCP-6123 invitations take the form of email registration requests.1 When the individual addressed on the invitation accesses the webinar, they anomalously manifest in the conference center SCP-6123 is held at. Discovery: Dr. Lillian Lillihammer,2 of Site-43, received the following email and alerted Site Director McInnis. To: Lillian Lillihammer, PhD, Site-43 From: Marian McPhaerson, Vikander-Kneed Public Outreach Subject: Exclusive invitation to the “Media and You” Seminar Date: 29/06/2021 Hello, Lillian! May I call you Lillian? I feel like we already know you so well, with all the wonderful research you’ve been doing. Given your experience with media research, my team thinks you’re a perfect fit for the upcoming seminar we’re holding on July 5th at 9:00 EST! All you have to do is click this link and register with an original username and password, you know, the usual. I’m open for any and all questions you might have. And don’t worry about cost, this is a free webinar! Have a great day! – Mari Having noticed that the email had been apparently sent by a member of GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”) and after discussing the matter with Director McInnis, Dr. Lillihammer decided to register for the event. She utilized recording devices on the given date, such as a recording program on her personal computer and back up body camera with vitals monitoring. The following is an abridged3 transcript of that recording: Addendum 6123-1 Recording of SCP-6123 Event Date: Monday – 05/07/2021 Foreword: For research purposes, Dr. Lillihammer will record the webinar as described in the email received from GOI-5889. ► Transcript ◄ ◄ Close File ► [Dr. Lillihammer powers on her laptop. She is sitting in her living quarters at her personal desk. She sips from a coffee mug as she logs into the webportal provided by GOI-5889’s registration process. As the session initiates, Dr. Lillihammer demanifests from her living quarters and appears in a brightly lit conference center.] Lillihammer: What in the fu– [Dr. Lillihammer drops her cup of coffee, which shatters on the floor. Dr. William Wettle4 manifests next to her just in time to have the coffee splash over his slacks.] Wettle: Son of a bi– Lillian? Lillihammer: Wettle? What are you doing here? Also, what happened? Wettle: I got an invitation to join in on a webinar for media literacy and then boom, here I am having your coffee splashed all over me. Lillihammer: Focus, Wettle. We were just nabbed from the Site under unknown anomalous means. Unknown individual: Hello! Drs. Wettle and Lillihammer, so nice to finally meet you! [A female humanoid entity approaches the two researchers. The entity is dressed in a navy blue skirt suit with bright yellow tie, and has a bloody bandage wrapped around the top 50% of her head, covering her eyes and nose. Dirty red hair can be seen slipping out of the bandage and hanging roughly to her shoulders. The suit is immaculate except for droplets of blood on the lapels.] Unknown individual: [Shaking Wettle’s hand vigorously.] I’m Mari MacPhaerson, we chatted over email. Welcome! [Lillihammer takes a step back from the entity.] MacPhaerson: What’s wrong? You did sign up for the seminar, right? Lillihammer: You seem to be bleeding. MacPhaerson: That’s just my excited face! We’re so glad you’ve come. Please step up to the registration table with the other attendees and get your name tags! [The entity turns away to speak with someone else, who darts around her with a wide-eyed look and heads towards the registration table on the other side of the hall.] MacPhaerson: Does my soul good to see the enthusiasm for media literacy! Okay, you two have fun! I’ll be wanting to hear what you think during the breakout sessions! [Lillihammer turns to Wettle.] Lillihammer: I don’t have the faintest clue how we got brought here, and it’s pissing me off. But the thing I don't get most of all? Why the hell are you here, Wettle? Wettle: Are you kidding? What's more relevant to media than replication? [Lillihammer groans audibly.] Wettle: What now? Lillihammer: I just hate it when you're right. It happens so rarely; I never see it coming. [Lillihammer and Wettle spend approximately ten minutes trying to secure an exit from the building, but cannot find any doors or windows that lead to the exterior. Given the lack of available exits, the researchers decide to sit in on the seminars.] Lillihammer: It just occurred to me that you intentionally signed up for a VKTM seminar without official approval. You imbecile. Wettle: [Mumbling.] I skimmed the email. [Extraneous fifteen minutes cut for brevity, in which Lillihammer and Wettle go through the registration table and are shown to the first session’s meeting room. The first brief meeting outlines the roadmap for the seminars during the day; said roadmap is recreated below.] [The following is an abridged transcript the sessions provided. Only those sections relevant to the anomaly have been included with this file.] THEORY: Authors and Audiences [The conference room is lit by fluorescent bulbs and populated with over fifty other attendees, each with a name tag and sitting in a folding plastic chair. At the front of the room is a stage with podium. The presenter walks up behind the podium and adjusts the microphone. He is a male humanoid of advanced age with lightly purple hued skin. His voice is strong but metallic. He has no nose, but instead an empty cavity.] Presenter-Alpha: My name is Rodolfo “Boots” Gorsach. No, you may not call me “Boots.” I am here to discuss the first of today’s seminars: Authors and Audiences. Lillihammer: [Speaking sotto voce.] Jesus, he’s a barrel of laughs. Wettle: [Normal volume.] I don’t know, I like him. [A woman in front of the two researchers turns around to “shhh” Wettle. Lillihammer covers her mouth to laugh.] Presenter-Alpha: Please no talking, it’s rude. Lillihammer: Yeah, Wettle. Wettle: What is this, high school? I’m a doctor! Presenter-Alpha: Are you two quite finished? Or perhaps you would like to give the presentation? [Neither researcher says anything.] Presenter-Alpha: Thank you. Hmmmmm. Where was I? Ah, so, the central concept at play here is the vast difference between those who make media and those who consume it. Authors design the content, audiences consume it. Easy right? Well, there’s more to it. If you want to consume media intelligently – or create media with the intent of it being consumed intelligently – the art is important. What do I mean by art? I mean the coding and implanting of meaning in your media, of course. It can get messy. [Lillihammer raises her hand.] Presenter-Alpha: What? Usually questions are for the end, young lady. Lillihammer: Apologies, Mr. Gorsach, but when you say “messy” what do you mean? Presenter-Alpha: What do I mean? All the viscera, obviously! Now, can I continue? Please hold any further questions to the end. THEORY: Messages and Meanings [This session’s presenter is a large female entity, height estimated at just under three meters. She is wearing a white-on-white three piece suit. Her voice is quiet but melodic, speech often echoed with a sound matching that of an 1874 Stradivarius violin being plucked. She introduces herself as Herbacious Willoughby.] Presenter-Beta: Meaning is easy: what the author intends the media to say, and how it could be interpreted. We don’t really need to belabor that point I think. Now, the important thing to understand about messages is that the medium matters. What form is your media taking? A novel, a radio show, a dark ritual of Saranür, a podcast, a film – each has its own positives and negatives regarding the communication of the meaning you as media providers will intend. [Wettle clears his throat and just starts speaking at a loud volume.] Wettle: What was that middle one you mentioned? Presenter-Beta: Radio show. I know, it’s a wonder to all of us that people still listen to radio. I’m not surprised you forgot it exists. Moving right along. THEORY: Representations and Reality [The presenter of this session is a quadrupedal entity resembling a moose with stark gray fur from the neck down. Instead of a typical head, the entity has three screens on articulated arms that continually flash through various images. The presenter’s voice is an 87.89% match to that of deceased TV host Regis Philbin. The entity does not provide a name.] Presenter-Gamma: NOW LISTEN HERE! REPRESENTATION IS THE WAY YOU FRAME THE MEDIA IN QUESTION. PRODUCTION QUALITY, VECTOR, LENGTH, STAR POWER, WRITING – ALL THESE THINGS MAKE UP REPRESENTATION. IT’S THE BOW AND WRAPPING PAPER YOU PUT ON A GIFT FOR YOUR SWEETIE ON SAMHAIN. [Presenter-Gamma proceeds to cough for twelve minutes. During this period the images on entity's screens depict war, disease, poverty, and common violence.] Wettle: Jeez, someone get him a lozenge. Lillihammer: Where would you put it? Presenter-Gamma: EXCUSE ME, MY ALLERGIES HAVE BEEN TERRIBLE ALL WEEK. NOW WHERE WAS I? AH YES, WHEREAS REALITY IS WHAT THE MEDIA IS ACTUALLY TRYING TO IMPART. TAKE A CAR COMMERCIAL OR ADVERT FOR HEALTH INSURANCE COMMUNICATING THE JOYS IN LIFE, THAT IS THE REPRESENTATION. THE REALITY IS, THEY WANT YOU TO BUY A THING. Lunch Break [Lillihammer and Wettle are in a cafeteria, sitting at a round table with food in front of them. Surrounding them are other attendees at other tables. Several of the individuals seen on Lillihammer’s body camera look emotionally distressed, many are not eating. One woman wearing a white blazer and pencil skirt is rocking herself back and forth. She has a nametag that reads “Ainsley Earhardt.”] Lillihammer: I can’t believe you’re eating that. [Wettle is mechanically eating the meal in front of him: ham sandwich on rye with avocado and a bag of chips.] Wettle: I’m hungry, Lillian. Lillihammer: Look where we are, I’m not eating a thing here. Besides, Grimm Countenance Protocol strictly prohibits the consumption of food while in an unknown extradimensional space. Wettle: I notice you’re not holding back from drinking the coffee. Lillihammer: I’m not a monster. It’s arabica. [Wettle nearly falls from his seat as a loud voice starts speaking behind him.] MacPhaerson: Oh, I’m so glad you like the food, William! I had it flown in from my favorite place in Philly. [The entity turns to Lillihammer.] Not hungry, Lillian? Lillihammer: No, I’m fine. Just coffee for me. MacPhaerson: There are vegan and vegetarian options, if you prefer? I want you to have a good time! [MacPhaerson leans over the table as she’s speaking to Lillihammer. Some blood droplets fall from her bandages and land on Wettle’s sandwich.] Lillihammer: No, thank you though. Actually, I have a question, if you don’t mind? MacPhaerson: Of course I don’t mind! That’s what I’m here for. Lillihammer: What is it you people are trying to do here? Like, what’s the purpose of kidnapping fifty something professionals to attend a seminar in an undisclosed location? MacPhaerson: Hmmm, people… Oh! You mean Vikander-Kneed! People, right. We’re people. Um, our goal is to increase media literacy, of course. It’s all part of the Better TomorrowTM.5 Lillihammer: Right. Well, then how about this? Who are the other attendees? MacPhaerson: Academics, professionals in the advertising and media production industry, cultists, and many more! You should introduce yourselves, you never know when some networking could lead to a new connection! [MacPhaerson moves on to another table. Wettle is staring at the drops of blood on his sandwich.] Lillihammer: Still hungry, Willie? [Wettle groans and pushes his plate away from him.] APPLICATION: Making Media that Matters [Gorsach has returned to present for this session. Occasionally he pulls a bottle of Coca-Cola brand soft drink to his nose cavity and pours some inside. Every time he does this he makes a noise that is interpreted to represent pleasure.] Presenter-Alpha: Now for the good stuff. How do we make media that matters? See, the question I’m asking is, how do we make sure your media is content that makes an impact on the community? Well, lemme tell you, it’s not simple… first you– [The remainder of this session’s recording has been redacted for fear of memetic corruption and for reasons of good taste.] [Approximately one hour passes. Wettle and Lillihammer exit the conference room. Her breathing and heartrate are elevated; it is clear she has been crying. She rubs at her eyes. Wettle stops by a trash can to vomit.] APPLICATION: Audience Engagement [This session’s presenters are Presenter-Gamma and an entity consisting of a shower of sparks in the shape of a human male. It is introduced as Javier Karnellian.] Presenter-Gamma: WE’VE COVERED THE BASICS BUT I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE ALL REALLY HERE FOR: “HOW DO WE GET THE AUDIENCE TO ENGAGE WITH THE MEDIA?” I’LL TELL YOU, THERE’S NO ONE BETTER TO SPEAK ON THAT SUBJECT THAN MY FRIEND, JAVIER. TAKE IT AWAY. Presenter-Epsilon: [Static and the sounds of screeching metal for three minutes.] Presenter-Gamma: EXACTLY, MEMETICS! IF YOU WANT YOUR AUDIENCE TO ENGAGE WITH WHATEVER MEDIA YOU’RE SLINGING, YOU GOTTA ENCODE THAT SUCKER WITH A MEMETIC VIRUS. IN THIS DAY AND AGE OF TWITTER AND TIKTOK, PEOPLE ONLY SEEM TO CONSUME IN SMALL BURSTS OF ATTENTION. SO, YOU GOTTA WORM YOUR WAY INTO THEIR HEADS AND GET THEM TO SPREAD THAT ENGAGEMENT LIKE THE MEMETIC VECTORS THEY’VE BEEN TRAINED TO BE THEIR WHOLE LIVES. Presenter-Epsilon: [Cacophonous explosions, reminiscent of a fireworks display persist for ninety-six seconds.] Presenter-Gamma: OF COURSE, ALWAYS MEME RESPONSIBLY. WE’RE NOT IN THE BUSINESS OF SCORCHING BRAIN PANS AFTER ALL! [Entity laughs loudly.] [Presenter-Gamma coughs for thirty seconds.] Presenter-Epsilon: [Wailing and more screeching metal sounds for twenty-two seconds.] Presenter-Gamma: NO NO, I’M ALRIGHT. JUST THESE DAMN ALLERGIES. ANYWAY, LIKE I WAS SAYING, YOU CAN’T TRUST THE AUDIENCE TO GET OBSESSIVELY INVESTED IN YOUR MEDIA AS EASY AS IT WAS IN THE OLD DAYS. THIS ISN’T CHARITY, RIGHT? THIS IS ABOUT SELLING PRODUCTS. SO, TRUST ME WHEN I SAY, PUT AN INFECTIOUS MEMETIC CENTER INTO WHATEVER YOUR MEDIA IS, THAT’S THE TICKET. APPLICATION: Reading Between the Lines [Herbacious Willoughby makes a return as presenter for the final session.] Presenter-Beta: So, in conclusion, the important thing to realize is if you’re injecting code and compulsions into your media then Disney is certainly doing it too. What, you think the Marvel movies are reinforcing the military industrial complex and making heroes outta billionaires because the source material says so? Media is there to communicate ideas, and the best way for someone to do that is to encode that media with a forced compulsion to the audience to do what they want. [Willoughby takes a sip of water and gargles for thirty seconds.] Presenter-Beta: You gotta be on your guard when you’re checking out the competition. You don’t want that memetic cluster you spent weeks – and literal pints of blood – on for that Viagra commercial to get mixed up with Warner’s new compulsion to start a cannibalistic cell of Randian philosophy just because you weren’t paying attention. Cross pollination of media memetics is dangerous stuff, just look at the Kardashians! They haven’t finished picking out the viscera from the crater and it’s been almost six months. ◄ Close File ► At the end of the sessions, the attendees (including Wettle and Lillihammer) were asked to confirm their contact information and handed a “goody” bag. After providing their contact information Lillihammer and Wettle demanifested and found themselves where they had originally logged into the webinar. Dr. Lillihammer submitted a proposal to Director McInnis for an expanded program of media research on memetics in all major media outlets and publications. Dir. McInnis forwarded the proposal to Overwatch Command but was told the potential cost of such a venture made it unlikely in the current fiscal quarter. The proposal is slated to be considered at the beginning of next quarter. After six weeks, all other attendees were identified and administered amnestics. A total of fifteen articles describing SCP-6123 written by attendees were taken off the web and wide-targeting amnestics were encoded in the publications to stem the impact on the public. Addendum 6123-2 Upon Drs. Wettle and Lillihammer’s report concerning the events as described in the above log, Dir. McInnis ordered the “goody” bags (designated SCP-6123-1) quarantined and examined under Class-A security protocols. They contained: One black, large-sized unisex t-shirt with the Vikander-Kneed logo on the back. One battered cardstock advertisement of Vikander-Kneed’s services with contact information on the reverse side, reproduced below. ► Reveal image? ◄ ▼ Close File ▼ One flash drive loaded with a highlight reel of GOI-5889’s productions. Contained within is a memetic cognitohazard with an anomalous effect implanting a compulsion to sign up for GOI-5889’s newsletter. One $60.00 gift card to Bed, Bath and Beyond. Footnotes 1. Prior to digital technology becoming household knowledge, the invitations were sent by physical mail. All attempts to track the correspondence to their source invariably failed. 2. Memetics researcher. 3. A full recording or transcript is available upon authorized request to Dr. Lillihammer. 4. Lead Replication Researcher at Site-43. 5. Recording did not actually register the phrase “TM” but invariably, transcripts have included it and the notation cannot be deleted for unknown reasons. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6123" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6123. Licensed under CC-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-6124 | euclid | by Nagiros B. taurus. Item #: SCP-6124 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6124 presents ubiquitously within global livestock populations, no containment is necessary. SCP-6124 is functionally accepted as a non-anomalous facet of civilian life, and discovery of its underlying properties and history is unlikely. Foundation agents embedded within civilian paleontology projects are to discourage the discovery of REAO-6124-A1, if such an event becomes a reasonable matter of concern. Description: SCP-6124 is a cognitohazardous vector affecting worldwide Bos taurus2 populations, activated when viewing cattle at high speeds. SCP-6124 presents exclusively in humans and impacts two sections of the human nervous system, the prefrontal cortex and midline raphe nuclei along the brainstem, producing the following behavioral/neurological changes: Strong favorability towards, and interest in, nearby cattle, particularly during periods of grazing or rest. Increased production of 5-hydroxytryptamine (5-HT), resulting in sudden lightening of mood and momentary cessation of depressive tendencies. The skull of the partially-complete REAO-6124-A fossil, contained at Paleological Site-23. SCP-6124's effects cease when the observer diverts their gaze from the cattle responsible for the vector. Current paleontological evidence suggests SCP-6124 is a vestigial genetic feature evolved to decrease B. taurus's predation by the REAO-6124-A organism. The fossil of REAO-6124-A indicates it was a large, carnivorous, prehistoric bird capable of sustained high-velocity flight. Its diet consisted of large quadrupedal mammals, captured alive. REAO-6124-A was exceptionally long-living, anomalously so, and evidence of its impact on mammalian populations dates back to the late Mesozoic Era. The circumstances resulting in its death, occurring sometime prior to the Neolithic Age, are undetermined. SCP-6124 likely deterred B. taurus's selection as a prey animal by REAO-6124-A, before the latter perished. Its presentation in humans remains unexplained, outside of hypothetical similarities in how REAO-6124-A and humans process(ed) visual cognitohazards. Addendum: Effects on Humans Footage captured by the front-facing and rear-facing cameras of Dr. Skylar's vehicle, recorded as she and Dr. Reams approach Site-17 in the morning of 08/16/2009. Skylar drives as Reams observes the countryside from the passenger's seat. <Begin Log> [Skylar clears her throat and double-checks her phone's navigation app, before returning her attention to the road. Reams nods towards a pasture the two are approaching.] Dr. Reams: Cows. Dr. Skylar: Cows! Love those guys. Dr. Reams: Yeah. [Both return to silence as the cattle pass. After a minute, Reams nods towards a gated enclosure to their right.] Dr. Reams: Horses. Dr. Skylar: Nice. Those guys are cool too. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Referring to the paleontological Remains of an Extinct Anomalous Organism, (rel. SCP: "6124", organism Alpha). 2. Cattle. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6124" by Nagiros, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6124. Licensed under CC-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: cows.jpeg Author: smallbusinessmediastrategies License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Openverse Filename: bird.jpeg Author: James St. John License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Openverse |
SCP-6124 | uncontained | by Nagiros B. taurus. Item #: SCP-6124 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6124 presents ubiquitously within global livestock populations, no containment is necessary. SCP-6124 is functionally accepted as a non-anomalous facet of civilian life, and discovery of its underlying properties and history is unlikely. Foundation agents embedded within civilian paleontology projects are to discourage the discovery of REAO-6124-A1, if such an event becomes a reasonable matter of concern. Description: SCP-6124 is a cognitohazardous vector affecting worldwide Bos taurus2 populations, activated when viewing cattle at high speeds. SCP-6124 presents exclusively in humans and impacts two sections of the human nervous system, the prefrontal cortex and midline raphe nuclei along the brainstem, producing the following behavioral/neurological changes: Strong favorability towards, and interest in, nearby cattle, particularly during periods of grazing or rest. Increased production of 5-hydroxytryptamine (5-HT), resulting in sudden lightening of mood and momentary cessation of depressive tendencies. The skull of the partially-complete REAO-6124-A fossil, contained at Paleological Site-23. SCP-6124's effects cease when the observer diverts their gaze from the cattle responsible for the vector. Current paleontological evidence suggests SCP-6124 is a vestigial genetic feature evolved to decrease B. taurus's predation by the REAO-6124-A organism. The fossil of REAO-6124-A indicates it was a large, carnivorous, prehistoric bird capable of sustained high-velocity flight. Its diet consisted of large quadrupedal mammals, captured alive. REAO-6124-A was exceptionally long-living, anomalously so, and evidence of its impact on mammalian populations dates back to the late Mesozoic Era. The circumstances resulting in its death, occurring sometime prior to the Neolithic Age, are undetermined. SCP-6124 likely deterred B. taurus's selection as a prey animal by REAO-6124-A, before the latter perished. Its presentation in humans remains unexplained, outside of hypothetical similarities in how REAO-6124-A and humans process(ed) visual cognitohazards. Addendum: Effects on Humans Footage captured by the front-facing and rear-facing cameras of Dr. Skylar's vehicle, recorded as she and Dr. Reams approach Site-17 in the morning of 08/16/2009. Skylar drives as Reams observes the countryside from the passenger's seat. <Begin Log> [Skylar clears her throat and double-checks her phone's navigation app, before returning her attention to the road. Reams nods towards a pasture the two are approaching.] Dr. Reams: Cows. Dr. Skylar: Cows! Love those guys. Dr. Reams: Yeah. [Both return to silence as the cattle pass. After a minute, Reams nods towards a gated enclosure to their right.] Dr. Reams: Horses. Dr. Skylar: Nice. Those guys are cool too. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Referring to the paleontological Remains of an Extinct Anomalous Organism, (rel. SCP: "6124", organism Alpha). 2. Cattle. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6124" by Nagiros, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6124. Licensed under CC-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: cows.jpeg Author: smallbusinessmediastrategies License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Openverse Filename: bird.jpeg Author: James St. John License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Openverse |
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text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } Item#: 6125 Level2 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site-36 Site Director Dr Xavier Research Head Dr Stevens Assigned MTF STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party") Assigned Site Site-36 Site Director Dr Xavier Research Head Dr Stevens Assigned MTF STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party") Special Containment Procedures The non-physical nature of SCP-6125 means containment is currently impossible. Due to the prevalence of SCP-6125-α instances and their involvement in other SCP subjects, extra containment is of low priority. All newly discovered instances of SCP-6125-α are to be reported to RAISA and a preliminary investigation is to be performed by STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party"). Description SCP-6125 is the structure of our current reality, known as a "Hytoth." SCP-6125 is composed of several distinct layers of reality, tentatively designated as "Realms," these realms all have distinct characteristics and baseline rules. Some Realms can contain subdomains, parts of reality that have been cut off from the rest of the Realm and require specific routes to access, unlike separate Realms, these subdomains inherit traits of their associated Realm; a notable example is the pocket universe containing the city of Three Portlands. SCP-6125-α are commonly known as Ways. SCP-6125-α are naturally occurring spatial distortions, often thaumaturgical in nature, allowing long-distance travel between realms and subdomains, via the transfer of reality. Whilst travel between subdomains and realms has no visual difference, SCP-6125-α instances accessing other Realms have been found to leave trace tachyons on any matter passing through. A list detailing all known SCP-6125-α instances can be acquired from RAISA. Below, case studies have been compiled for each of the four Realms. These case studies have been arranged by average hume level descending. First Realm — Realm: Hyrial Average Hume Level: 270ξ Subdomains ◈ Alagadda ◈ ◈ The forest of the Nameless ◈ Description There is currently no known way to access the main Realm of λH (Hyrial). However, the two known subdomains are extensively documented, this can be found below. Owing to the potential threat posed by reality-altering beings located in this realm, all exploration is prohibited and any new SCP-6125-α instances discovered are to be immediately contained. Researcher Notes: Due to the abnormally high levels of reality present within this realm, it can be theorized that Hyrial has been altered by a higher being in the past. Currently, an investigation into SCP-2264-5 is being carried out. However, due to the presence of both the Fae and Nameless, intervention on their part is also being considered. Additional Information Access related Alagadda files: SCP-2264 |REDACTED PER PROTOCOL 4000-ESHU| Second Realm — Realm: Dreas Average Hume Level: 120ξ Description Dreas is a realm colloquially known as the "Dream World", this realm is primarily split among the Oneiroi Collective and Oneiroi West, though there are several other small groups. No known subdomains exist within this realm, though research by MTF Omicron Rho ("The Dream Team") is ongoing. There are no known instances of SCP-6125-α leading to λD, the only known methods to access λD currently are via the use of dream manipulation or utilizing the prototype ASDI1 device. Researcher Notes: Dreas is, as far as we can tell, built solely upon the dreams of sapient beings. Due to the constantly shifting nature of said subject matter, this realm appears rather unstable. However, due to the presence of the Oneiroi and the shared dream contents of certain individuals, Dreas is far more stable than initially perceived. Additional Information Access Oneiroi root file Third Realm — Realm: Base Reality Average Hume Level: 79ξ Subdomains ◈ Free Ports ◈ ◈ Wanderers Library ◈ Description The Base Realm is the most well documented, as well as being the home of the majority of humanity. Due to the high population of intelligent life in this realm, there are a significant number of both natural and entity-built subdomains, many already documented by the Foundation. Additional Information Access Nexus database root file Access WanderersLibrary database root file Fourth Realm — Realm: Adlivun Average Hume Level: 52ξ Subdomains ◈ Corbenic ◈ Description Alike to Hyrial, there is currently no known means of accessing the main realm of Adlivun. Due to its nature, communication with Adlivun's sole known subdomain, Corbenic, is tenuous. Currently, 3 Foundation personnel are in contact with the Foundation from within Corbenic. Extrapolating from Corbenic, Adlivun is assumed to be a realm housing multiple afterlives. Because of the difficulties contacting Foundation personnel after their deaths, the amount and type of afterlives are unknown. Researcher Notes: Ethical concerns raised by the Ethics Committee have put exploration of Corbenic on temporary hold. Additional Information Access related Corbenic files: SCP-2922 Addendum One The following attached file requires 05 clearance. Any access to this file will be logged. << SCP-6125-2.txt >> Footnotes 1. 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SCP-6125 | uncontained | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; 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padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } close Info X This SCP contains 3 pages (2 offsets) The second page is an iteration of the first, whilst the last page is a medium-length tale. #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } Item#: 6125 Level2 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site-36 Site Director Dr Xavier Research Head Dr Stevens Assigned MTF STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party") Assigned Site Site-36 Site Director Dr Xavier Research Head Dr Stevens Assigned MTF STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party") Special Containment Procedures The non-physical nature of SCP-6125 means containment is currently impossible. Due to the prevalence of SCP-6125-α instances and their involvement in other SCP subjects, extra containment is of low priority. All newly discovered instances of SCP-6125-α are to be reported to RAISA and a preliminary investigation is to be performed by STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party"). Description SCP-6125 is the structure of our current reality, known as a "Hytoth." SCP-6125 is composed of several distinct layers of reality, tentatively designated as "Realms," these realms all have distinct characteristics and baseline rules. Some Realms can contain subdomains, parts of reality that have been cut off from the rest of the Realm and require specific routes to access, unlike separate Realms, these subdomains inherit traits of their associated Realm; a notable example is the pocket universe containing the city of Three Portlands. SCP-6125-α are commonly known as Ways. SCP-6125-α are naturally occurring spatial distortions, often thaumaturgical in nature, allowing long-distance travel between realms and subdomains, via the transfer of reality. Whilst travel between subdomains and realms has no visual difference, SCP-6125-α instances accessing other Realms have been found to leave trace tachyons on any matter passing through. A list detailing all known SCP-6125-α instances can be acquired from RAISA. Below, case studies have been compiled for each of the four Realms. These case studies have been arranged by average hume level descending. First Realm — Realm: Hyrial Average Hume Level: 270ξ Subdomains ◈ Alagadda ◈ ◈ The forest of the Nameless ◈ Description There is currently no known way to access the main Realm of λH (Hyrial). However, the two known subdomains are extensively documented, this can be found below. Owing to the potential threat posed by reality-altering beings located in this realm, all exploration is prohibited and any new SCP-6125-α instances discovered are to be immediately contained. Researcher Notes: Due to the abnormally high levels of reality present within this realm, it can be theorized that Hyrial has been altered by a higher being in the past. Currently, an investigation into SCP-2264-5 is being carried out. However, due to the presence of both the Fae and Nameless, intervention on their part is also being considered. Additional Information Access related Alagadda files: SCP-2264 |REDACTED PER PROTOCOL 4000-ESHU| Second Realm — Realm: Dreas Average Hume Level: 120ξ Description Dreas is a realm colloquially known as the "Dream World", this realm is primarily split among the Oneiroi Collective and Oneiroi West, though there are several other small groups. No known subdomains exist within this realm, though research by MTF Omicron Rho ("The Dream Team") is ongoing. There are no known instances of SCP-6125-α leading to λD, the only known methods to access λD currently are via the use of dream manipulation or utilizing the prototype ASDI1 device. Researcher Notes: Dreas is, as far as we can tell, built solely upon the dreams of sapient beings. Due to the constantly shifting nature of said subject matter, this realm appears rather unstable. However, due to the presence of the Oneiroi and the shared dream contents of certain individuals, Dreas is far more stable than initially perceived. Additional Information Access Oneiroi root file Third Realm — Realm: Base Reality Average Hume Level: 79ξ Subdomains ◈ Free Ports ◈ ◈ Wanderers Library ◈ Description The Base Realm is the most well documented, as well as being the home of the majority of humanity. Due to the high population of intelligent life in this realm, there are a significant number of both natural and entity-built subdomains, many already documented by the Foundation. Additional Information Access Nexus database root file Access WanderersLibrary database root file Fourth Realm — Realm: Adlivun Average Hume Level: 52ξ Subdomains ◈ Corbenic ◈ Description Alike to Hyrial, there is currently no known means of accessing the main realm of Adlivun. Due to its nature, communication with Adlivun's sole known subdomain, Corbenic, is tenuous. Currently, 3 Foundation personnel are in contact with the Foundation from within Corbenic. Extrapolating from Corbenic, Adlivun is assumed to be a realm housing multiple afterlives. Because of the difficulties contacting Foundation personnel after their deaths, the amount and type of afterlives are unknown. Researcher Notes: Ethical concerns raised by the Ethics Committee have put exploration of Corbenic on temporary hold. Additional Information Access related Corbenic files: SCP-2922 Addendum One The following attached file requires 05 clearance. Any access to this file will be logged. << SCP-6125-2.txt >> Footnotes 1. 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SCP-6126 | euclid | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } Item#: 6126 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Portrait of SCP-6126 taken before its death and subsequent decapitation. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6126 is currently contained with the assistance of Groups of Interest whose relationships with the Foundation follow a certain degree of cooperation in most cases. The Groups of Interest are the following: Group of Interest-015 (“Global Occult Coalition”) Group of Interest-021 (“Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd.) Group of Interest-031 (“Unusual Incidents Unit”) Each Group of Interest, as well as the Foundation, must exchange possession of SCP-6126 every three months to avoid any anomalous effects manifested by SCP-6126. SCP-6126 must be contained inside a tempered glass case to avoid any injuries to the anomaly and locked down inside a containment locker; the containment locker should include a light device and a backup Scranton Reality Anchor1. Mobile Task Force Beta-23 (“Northern Centaurs”) is tasked with the transportation and deployment to facilities of the allied Groups of Interest mentioned above, and if the occasion requires it, protect SCP-6126 from any offense by opposing individuals or Groups of Interest. SCP-6126 is currently contained at Site-17. SCP-6126 is allowed weekly psychological sessions specifically with on-site therapist Dr. Maxwell Cunningham, as well as being part of Site-17’s residential community to improve SCP-6126’s well-being and interaction with other personnel. Description: SCP-6126 is the decapitated head of Doroteo Arango2. SCP-6126 possesses sapience and is biologically immortal, as well as ontokinetic abilities that allow it to negatively affect the individual that owns SCP-6126. Despite this, SCP-6126 does not have control of its abilities and is a rather involuntary response. The effects of SCP-6126 start to manifest after three months have passed and last until the death of the owner. SCP-6126 was discovered on 05/20/91 at a Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. storage facility at the outskirts of Richmond County, New York. Mobile Task Force Mu-3 (“Highest Bidders”) had several undercover operatives surveilling the area before the start of the raid. Nine anomalous objects were recovered, including SCP-6126. SCP-6126 was hostile when obtained, and displayed signs of confusion when questioned. However, it did not present any difficulties of capture. SCP-6126’s containment was completed on 05/30/91 when transferred to Site-88. SCP-6126’s project was placed under the guidance of Dr. William Kent. Addendum 6126.1: Selected Interviews Access Interview 6126.1 Close Interview 6126.1 Interviewed: SCP-6126 Interviewer: Dr. William Kent, Head Researcher Date: 06/01/91 <Begin Log> Dr. Kent: Greetings, SCP-6126. My name is Dr. William Kent. I have been informed that you were initially confused when questioned by the task force that discovered you. Do you have any questions about myself or the organization I work for? [SCP-6126 remains silent.] Dr. Kent: I would recommend that you tell me any initial doubts you might have, but I will still clear some information to you. I work for an organization called the SCP Foundation, and our mission is to discover and contain any anomalous objects such as yourself - is that clear for you? [SCP-6126 remains silent.] Dr. Kent: I will take that as a yes. That is the collective mission of the organization. As for myself, I am the Head Researcher - which means I oversee the project involving you, SCP-6126. So, I came here to ask for something if you do not mind. [SCP-6126 stares at Dr. Kent. Dr. Kent sighs.] Dr. Kent: Do you even understand what I am trying to say? Maybe I need a translator, it would make sense that you were so confused when the task force first interrogated you- SCP-6126: I do understand what you’re saying, asshole. Dr. Kent: Great, someone knows English. Did you pay attention to what I previously said? SCP-6126: Yeah. Dr. Kent: So why didn’t you answer anything about what I said? SCP-6126: Ve a este cabrón.3 Why should I answer anything you say? Dr. Kent: The real question is why you should not. If you cooperate with us, your containment could be as lax as you wish compared to other anomalies. You help me, and I help you. It does not sound so bad for an agreement, is it not? SCP-6126: It sounds like a lot of bullcrap, I’ll give you that much. Dr. Kent: You are probably not thinking straight - you might still have a bad impression after your discovery. I will give you a week to think about what I just said, all right? Maybe you can then rationalize some of your emotions. Dr. Kent: You are probably not thinking straight. You might think we are the same as Marshall, Carter, and Dark, but I can assure you that we are not. I will give you a week to think about what I just said, all right? You might think clearly if you have some time alone. [Dr. Kent raises from his seat, grabbing the recorder.] Dr. Kent: I will see you next week, and I expect a response from you. And until then, farewell. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Kent requested information regarding SCP-6126 prior to its official death on historical records. Different sources include the Department of Public History and records from Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. The request was approved, yet the results were unsuccessful. The Foundation researched historical records both inside and outside the organization, but no information was found aside from unsubstantiated hypotheses. Meanwhile, Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. denied access to any records on SCP-6126 due to the Foundation’s raid on the GoI’s facility. Tensions with Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. stagnated after this event. Access Interview 6126.2 Close Interview 6126.2 Interviewed: SCP-6126 Interviewer: Dr. William Kent Date: 06/08/91 <Begin Log> Dr. Kent: Nice to see you again, SCP-6126. How was your first week at containment? [SCP-6126 remains unresponsive.] Dr. Kent: You will get used to it. Most anomalies do not get accustomed to containment after a few weeks, months, or even years. And, unfortunately, some never do. But hey, there is not much we can do about it, right? [SCP-6126 still remains unresponsive.] Dr. Kent: Changing the subject, I gave you a whole week to think of what I told you - you can even ask what your possible privileges could be if you are interested. So, are you interested in opening up and helping me here? [SCP-6126 glances at Dr. Kent.] SCP-6126: Fuck you. [Dr. Kent sighs.] Dr. Kent: You just threw a golden opportunity few have. You could even ask for any other privileges you might be interested in. SCP-6126: Let me guess, my little containment locker will be two times bigger and you’re gonna tell me bedtime stories. Dr. Kent: We could do that if you want to. SCP-6126: Fuck you. [Dr. Kent sighs.] Dr. Kent: Could you do me a favor here? I have a record to keep - out of all the anomalies I’ve worked with, you are the most complicated by this point. I am just trying to look good for my superiors. If you could cooperate, we can each get what we want and get a piece of the cake. SCP-6126: Oh, so you want to be on good terms with your boss? Yeah, I don’t work with boot lickers - less reason for me to cooperate. Dr. Kent: Fine then. [Dr. Kent reaches for his suitcase, pulling some documents from it.] Dr. Kent: When we finished last week’s interrogation, I requested all the information the Foundation could find about you in historical records. Of course, we could not find anything of your current state from any official records. Marshall, Carter, and Dark were not so open to cooperating either because of the raid. You do realize you are complicating everything, right? [SCP-6126 chuckles.] SCP-6126: Una pínche patada en los huevos, no?4 Must be a fucking headache for you, bet you don’t even know where to start. Dr. Kent: Maybe not where to start, but I know where not to end. SCP-6126: What is that supposed to mean? Dr. Kent: There is a process I like to do in life, it is incredibly practical and I have proved that it works. It is all a matter of crossing the most unlikely or impractical possibilities. I will start with finding the perpetrator, and a few cards start to fall. The Mexican government when you were alive. It is a fact that your government back then murdered you. Yet, it would not make any sense for them to decapitate you. Why do something that will affect the public if we already killed our adversary? I thought. Besides, it does not make sense that you died in Mexico and we found you in America if your government was so interested in keeping you. SCP-6126: Wow, what a great discovery of finding who's not the one who butchered my head. Tch, no wonder why you are the head of this project. Let me ask you, what about the other possible culprits? I'm sure as hell you can't use your method for every single possibility you might come up with. [Dr. Kent raises his hand.] Dr. Kent: If I may continue, I want to propose another candidate that you may be familiar with: the American government. I am sure that names such as Woodrow Wilson and John Pershing sound familiar to you, correct? Back in 1916, the American government hunted you down on Chihuahua after you destroyed the city of Columbus— SCP-6126: Y’all fucking deserved it, trying to sell me fake ammo those motherfucking gringos. Dr. Kent: —Yet, you were not found and the army retreated back to America, and a year later the nation would enter the Great War, focusing on more important events. With those facts taken into account, we can conclude that both the Mexican and American governments are the least suitable culprits behind your decapitation. SCP-6126: And how are you so sure about what you're telling me right now, eh? Dr. Kent: Easy. Now, if you have not realized by this point the Foundation is not an average government agency - we do not identify as one, to begin with. However, we do receive funds from various governments across the globe. Would you like to guess which of those governments are the largest of our fundraisers? The American government and they were more than happy to borrow any restricted documents that may mention your name, SCP-6126. You are practically nonexistent in their records. [SCP-6126 groans.] SCP-6126: What are you trying to get here? Dr. Kent: To show you that you cannot refuse to cooperate with me. You may distract and difficult my work as hard as you can, but I will find out about everything sooner or later. And by demonstrating this to you, you will see how pointless your efforts of rebellion are. So, to ease my work and your life in containment both now and in the future, I would recommend you to cooperate. Do you understand what I am trying to get here now? Dr. Kent: SCP-6126: I do, Kenny. And I just want to tell you that you are a damn idiot if you think your little conclusions will convince me to cooperate. Dr. Kent: Why would that be? SCP-6126: Easy, because I've seen people like you before between the Marshall ranks. People who think that because they have power they can do whatever the fuck they want and nothing will happen to them, but certainly don't know that they can't control who they're pushing. You got nothing for me to cooperate. [Dr. Kent sighs, his voice rising.] Dr. Kent: Perhaps I’ve been too generous by this point. I am giving you one last opportunity for you to cooperate. Otherwise, I may enact some changes in your containment that are the complete opposite of what I offered. SCP-6126: Meaning? Dr. Kent: Meaning that I can make your life in containment unbearable— SCP-6126: And? Do you seriously believe what you're saying scares me? That you are so different from the people Marshall sold me to? I've seen cozier places in those mansions, this is just a prison. Go ahead, put me in a locker. It ain't so different from being a trophy or a historical artifact. Do you know why Kenny? Because I can't fucking move. I'll continue living while you sooner or later will die, and all those threats you told would have been for nothing. [Dr. Kent sighs.] Dr. Kent: Fine, do whatever you wish. I will come up with something, and you will talk. [Dr. Kent grabs his clipboard and the recording device, before looking at SCP-6126.] Dr. Kent: Thank you, by the way. SCP-6126: What are you talking about now? Dr. Kent: Did you just forget what you said? Historical artifact, hmm? Trophy? I already have an idea of the kind of people who owned you — and I didn't even need to ask. [Dr. Kent smiles at SCP-6126.] Dr. Kent: Have a great day, SCP-6126, and get some rest. You will need from here forward, after all. SCP-6126: …You motherfu— <End Log> Closing Statement: After the end of the second interview between Dr. William Kent and SCP-6126, Dr. Kent decided to stop doing interviews directly with SCP-6126 and just supervise them from that moment forward. Dr. Kent decided to integrate a containment psychiatrist to the project, proposing that an outsider of the project could be beneficial to obtain information regarding SCP-6126 and gain the confidence of the anomaly. Access Interview 6126.3 Close Interview 6126.3 Interviewed: SCP-6126 Interviewer: Dr. Maxwell Cunningham Foreword: The following interview was supervised by Dr. William Kent. Dr. Cunningham was chosen to conduct the weekly interrogations with SCP-6126, under the guise of psychological evaluations. The following interview was supervised by Dr. William Kent. Date: 06/15/91 <Begin Log> Dr. Cunningham: Hey, 6126. How are you feeling today? It is nice to meet you, I am Dr. Maxwell Cunningham. Feel free to call however you feel more comfortable. SCP-6126: What is this? Dr. Cunningham: Dr. Kent took a second look at yesterday’s interview. He realized that he was not arriving anywhere with you. So, I was appointed to— SCP-6126: No no, I get that. What I mean, is what are you doing here? Dr. Cunningham: That is what I was about to say: I was appointed to work with you and have a session each week. I am a containment psychiatrist, so it is my duty to check with my patients. You know, to check on your well-being and check how are you doing. SCP-6126: Oh, sure thing. And what happened to Kenny? Did he run off like the little bitch he is? Dr. Cunningham: At the moment, Dr. Kent is supervising the interview. [Dr. Cunningham turns around and points with his sight at the camera on the corner.] Dr. Kent was also worried that the information that may share with us could be too… How can I say this? Personal? So, he decided to find the right candidate and here I am. SCP-6126: Worried? That son-of-a-bitch worried about me? Yeah, right. The only thing he's worried about is to keep his damn job. Dr. Cunningham: Regardless of what he may want or thinks, I want to help you. Genuinely. SCP-6126: Genuinely? You said that fucking bastard hired you cause he thought you would be a good pet for you to get the answers he wants. If that ain’t being a boot licker, then what is? [Dr. Cunningham scratches the back of his head.] Dr. Cunningham: Well, I would not call myself a boot licker for working for my superior, but let us just skip that detail for the moment. Regardless, do Dr. Kent’s intentions matter compared to mine? You may look at my job that way, and maybe you could be right. But I do not think that takes away my responsibility as your containment psychiatrist. I do not feel like just sitting here and getting answers if you do not get something in return. I just want to lend you a hand. [SCP-6126 stares at Dr. Cunningham for a while, the conversation falling in silence for a moment.] Dr. Cunningham: Uh- No pun intended, of course. SCP-6126: …Right. Anyway, what makes you think I want your hand, huh? You come here like you know everything about me. Dr. Cunningham: Not at all, that is why I am here in the first: to get to know about you. Do you want to know what I do know about you? The information Dr. Kent managed to obtain from the last two interviews you had with him, as well as the research he did. I am not as worried as Dr. Kent about obtaining the information he needs, but rather the way you were treated. I am just… starting to see a pattern here. [SCP-6126 raises an eyebrow.] SCP-6126: A pattern? [Dr. Cunningham shakes his head.] Dr. Cunningham: Do not worry about it, you should not be concerned about it. I was just rambling at the end there. Look, the point is that the way he treated you was… [Dr. Cunningham looks around him and gets closer to SCP-6126's glass case, using his hand to cover his mouth.] Dr. Cunningham: Inhumane, to say the least. SCP-6126: No shit. What makes you say that? And why are you doing that, anyway? Dr. Kent is monitoring this session, you just said that. Dr. Cunningham: You managed to figure it out on your own those last two sessions, but he first tried to convince you by giving you privileges. When that did not work, he tried to logically convince you that it was pointless for you not to cooperate. Finally, he threatened you. Is that no more inhumane to do to the anomalies that we are supposed to protect? [SCP-6126 does not respond.] Dr. Cunningham: I know I should not be doing this. I am sure that Dr. Kent will not like this, but I have a feeling he will let it slide for just this occasion. If not, Dr. Kent would have terminated the session by this point. Right now, I am offering to be on your side. If you do not want my help, I will not insist anymore. But then, you will not have anyone to be there for you. So please, please consider what I am telling. [SCP-6126 remains silent for a moment, then whispers back to Dr. Cunningham.] SCP-6126: Seriously, why the hell bother? Dr. Cunningham: Is that not the whole point of being a doctor - of bothering, of helping other people? I am just saying that if there is anything you want to tell me, anything you want to get your weight off, I can be there to listen. That is barely what I can do at this job. [SCP-6126 lowers its sight.] Dr. Cunningham: What do you think? SCP-6126: …I hope you are right here. Dr. Cunningham: I hope that I am. [Dr. Cunningham backs down.] Dr. Cunningham: I figure this could take a while for you to process. Do you wish to start at the moment or wait until next week? SCP-6126: Next week. I want to get prepared for this. Dr. Cunningham: As you wish, I will see you next week. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Kent meets with Dr. Cunningham after terminating the interview, verbally reprimanding Dr. Cunningham because of stating his thoughts about Dr. Kent - seeing it as insulting and unnecessary. However, Dr. Kent said he would not take any action against Dr. Cunningham because of his “unorthodox methods” compared to the rest of the Containment Psychiatry Division, since it helped SCP-6126 to cooperate on sharing the information the anomaly might have. Access Interview 6126.4 Close Interview 6126.4 Interviewed: SCP-6126 Interviewer: Dr. Maxwell Cunningham Date: 06/22/81 <Begin Log> Dr. Cunningham: Hello, 6126. Are you feeling alright? SCP-6126: If I'm honest, doc, not really. Dr. Cunningham: Do you want to tell me the reason? SCP-6126: Well, I had a whole week to prepare myself for this. And still, it doesn't feel like it was enough. Dr. Cunningham: I could post-pone the interview if you are not yet comfortable. SCP-6126: Nah nah. I made a promise, so I’ll keep my word. Besides, better now than never, know what I mean? Dr. Cunningham: I do. If you are comfortable enough, we can start at the beginning: how you came back to life. Do you have any idea of who the perpetrator was or the methods used on yourself? SCP-6126: I’ll have to disappoint you there, doc. I couldn’t figure out who were the people that did bring me back to life, nor what exactly they did to do so. I suppose some sort of cult. Dr. Cunningham: Do you at least remember how these people looked like? SCP-6126: Nah, my mind wasn’t working that moment. I felt dizzy and so sensitive around me. I could hear buzzing in my ears, it felt like the noise the gunshots left when you pulled the trigger. My sight was so blurry, I thought I was going blind. Even if I wanted to, I just couldn’t figure out what the hell was happening. I was so goddamn tired I lost consciousness again, thought Saint Peter was calling my name. But… Dr. Cunningham: But…? SCP-6126: But fuck, I didn't have the luck of staying dead. No, that bastard had to bring me back to life. Dr. Cunningham: And who was this person? SCP-6126: Who? I’ll tell you who. That sadistic motherfucker piece of shit gringo Hearst. William. Randolph. Hearst5. That’s the motherfucker who brought me back to life. Dr. Cunningham: Hearst? The former owner of the newspapers chain? SCP-6126: Yeah, thanks for emphasizing the former by the way. Dr. Cunningham: Alright. And do you know why did he decide to bring you back to life? SCP-6126: Oh, shit. That I know? Oh, I found that as soon as I discovered what kind of situation I got into. You see, he had a fireplace and on the wall he had the head of a freaking moose hanging. I was just below it, on the shelf. Sometimes he would just sit in his fucking leather chair, grab a bottle of any goddamn expensive alcohol he could drink, and turn on the fireplace. The heat made me sweat like if I was back in the Chihuahuan Desert. And he just sat in there, drinking and looking at me with his dumbass grin. I was… I was his trophy. Dr. Cunningham: You were his trophy? I just want to ask you this, you do not have to if you do not want to. Why did Hearst want your head in the first place, and why alive? SCP-6126: Nah, don’t worry. He never told me why he did it - not as he answered to anything I asked. Most likely it was due to revenge. You see, Hearst had a big patch of land in the region I come from. When the revolution came, I attacked his estates and stole tens of thousands of his cattle. Of course, he was pissed. And when I attacked the town of Columbus, he went rampage against me in the North American newspapers. “Monster of brutality and cruelty,” he called me. Made quite a name for me, you know? Dr. Cunningham: You sound quite proud of yourself. SCP-6126: It sounds quite ironic to me - Hearst of all people calling me a monster. Monstrous should be sensationalizing the news, monstrous should be acquiring thousands of acres of land in a country that is not his while the common man has nothing, monstrous should be cutting the head of someone he hates and bringing him back to life. It isn’t pride, doc, it’s pissing other people because of telling them what’s wrong. Dr. Cunningham: So that’s what you felt during your time with Hearst? Anger against him? SCP-6126: Of course. Who wouldn’t be pissed off because you’re not alive under your own terms? Dr. Cunningham: And you mentioned that Hearst did not respond to anything you said. Does that include all the insults you told him? SCP-6126: Yeah, so? Dr. Cunningham: So how did you feel when Hearst did not answer those insults? Did you feel more annoyed by it? SCP-6126: …What are you trying to get at? Dr. Cunningham: I am just trying to understand your point of view on all of this that you experienced. SCP-6126: Well… I haven’t actually considered that point of view too. But if I have to think about it right now, you could say I was… I don’t know, I despaired. Dr. Cunningham: Why is that? SCP-6126: Think about it, doc - you are known as this great rebellious bandit, as this force, this monster that they called me that used to obliterate entire every ground you touched. Almost a symbol, if you want to see it that way, by the people who suffered and suffer what you went through. And then, you can’t move. You can’t do anything. You’re trapped in a glass case, just like this moment, by the same people you were fighting against - by the same person who called you a monster. And he doesn’t even bother to call you back when you do. Dr. Cunningham: So, of what I could understand - please clarify if I get something wrong - is that your experience with Hearst made you think that you are not the same person before your decapitation because you were… powerless. Is that correct? SCP-6126: You make me sound like if I would allow myself to fall for that prick. Dr. Cunningham: That is not my intention, I was just- SCP-6126: Listen here, Max. I may have told you this, and I did it because you’re supposed to listen to what I have to say. I said what came into my mind, alright? Dr. Cunningham: Sure, my bad. I will avoid that kind of mistake with you. SCP-6126: Good… But yeah, maybe I felt that way - but I still had the spirit, you know? I wasn’t going to let him push me around. Maybe Hearst would not budge, but I tried my best - hey, sometimes it looked like I was about to achieve it. Dr. Cunningham: You really know how to irritate others, do you not? You even managed with Dr. Kent. SCP-6126: Damn straight. Kenny was an easy target, though. Dr. Cunningham: And how much time did you spend like that with Hearst? SCP-6126: I can’t really say, but ever since I was brought back to life until… 1953? If my mind still works, it should be that. So around two decades. I had to deal with that motherfucker for twenty goddamn years. Dr. Cunningham: What exactly happened in 1951? Did Hearst pass away that year? SCP-6126: Died, perished, departed, went straight to hell. But yes, he died that year. And the worst thing of all, the son of a bitch died in peace. Because of a goddamn stroke. In his bed. After falling into a goddamn coma. Not only was he a millionaire but a millionaire who died a sweet death. [SCP-6126 sighs.] SCP-6126: At least he’s dead, so I can’t complain. Dr. Cunningham: I guess you cannot. [Dr. Cunningham looks at the room’s clock.] Our session is just about to finish in a few minutes, so I will ask you some questions to wrap this up. SCP-6126: What is it? Dr. Cunningham: So, the mobile task force discovered you in a storage facility owned by Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. Was this the same organization that discovered you after Hearst’s death? SCP-6126: Yeah. They didn’t take too long to come for me, just after Hearst was buried six feet underground. You see, I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. Now, I didn’t like what I was through then, but being a living talking head doesn’t give you a lot of options to live, ya know? So, these guys in suits come around all the paranormal shit Hearst had and just took them. Including me. That’s when I met them. Dr. Cunningham: And what happened next? SCP-6126: Sold me in an auction, of course. Figured they would take try to make as much money from me. Sold me as a “lost piece of history” and “the living bust of a legend”. So much show for a talking head, am I right? And there I was, my ownership being changed from one rich dude to another. Lucky me, right? Dr. Cunningham: Terribly. Do you remember the name of the person who bought you at that auction? SCP-6126: Just a guy called John P. Gadsby. [Dr. Cunningham writes down on his notes.] Dr. Cunningham: And we are done. How did it go for your first time in this kind of session? Do you like the format? SCP-6126: It ain’t bad, it’s a bit personal but I’ll get used to it. Dr. Cunningham: Great! Any suggestions or comments, I am always listening. Do you have anything else to say before I turn off the recording? [SCP-6126 stares at Dr. Cunningham, then grins.] SCP-6126: Thanks, doc. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Kent once again verbally reprimanded Dr. Cunningham, and has decided to stop supervising the sessions. He concluded that because of the advancement Dr. Cunningham had with SCP-6126, Dr. Cunningham was allowed to continue the interviews with SCP-6126 on his own. Access Interview 6126.5 Close Interview 6126.5 Interviewed: SCP-6126 Interviewer: Dr. Maxwell Cunningham Date: 06/29/91 <Begin Log> Dr. Cunningham: Hello again. How did it go after last week’s session? Anything, in particular, you might want to tell me? SCP-6126: Hey, doc. I’ve been doing alright, I was kinda wishing for this session if I’m honest. What about you? Dr. Cunningham: Well, looks like so far so good for you. It seems that you are getting used to this, if we keep this path maybe this could have a great impact on yourself. [Dr. Cunningham scratches the back of his neck.] That is an odd question coming from my patients, but thank you for asking. A few ups and downs as always, especially back home. There is no need for you to worry about it. SCP-6126: Sure you don’t wanna talk about it? [Dr. Cunningham slightly chuckles.] Dr. Cunningham: Hey, I am supposed to be the one to help you out here, right? I do appreciate your concern, but right now I want to focus on you first. Maybe when we finish this topic, I can tell you more about my personal life. How does that sound to you? SCP-6126: …Aight. Dr. Cunningham: Thank you. Before we start with John P. Gadsby, Dr. Kent gave me a note with some questions written in it about some concerns he had regarding the death of Hearst, as well as Hearst’s relationship with Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. Does that sound good to you? [SCP-6126 drifts its sight from Dr. Cunningham.] SCP-6126: Hearst’s death? Now, what does Kenny want this time? Dr. Cunningham: Dr. Kent just wants to wrap up some details before we move on to Hearst. He thought that it would be practical if I did in today’s session - I could not complain much, to be honest. For example, Dr. Kent said that it did not make sense that you were around Hearst’s death in 1953, but we discovered you thirty-eight years later in New York. [SCP-6126 returns its sight to Dr. Cunningham.] SCP-6126: That an easy one - went all the way walking from California to the East Coast. [SCP-6126 cackles.] Nah, but seriously, you expect me to answer those kinds of questions? Dr. Cunningham: Just two questions, so we can move on. SCP-6126: Fine, fine. What does Kenny want me to answer? Dr. Cunningham: You told us that Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. did have a connection with William Randolph Hearst, but do you know exactly how it worked? SCP-6126: Come on, doc. The reason is in plain sight. Knew it way back since Hearst tried to get his hands on the revolution back in Mexico. He had entire control of the newspapers in the palm of his hand back in the day. Not only, but an important thing too: money to waste. Do you think those MC&D would let that slice of the cake just slide? Hell no. [Dr. Cunningham writes down on his clipboard.] Dr. Cunningham: And by any chance do you know if Marshall, Carter, and Dark were involved in your resurrection or any involvement of them in your time with Hearst? SCP-6126: Let me get something clear, doc. All of what I’m telling you is after Hearst died and MC&D picked me up. I can’t really say if there was any involvement of those motherfuckers with me, or if they had to do with my beheading. Now, those are the only two questions Kenny had? Dr. Cunningham: That is right, I think Dr. Kent will be satisfied with these responses. We can move on with Gadsby. We can start up with a simple question: how would you describe Gadsby? SCP-6126: Considering that Hearst was a greedy bastard, no wonder that Gadsby would also be a greedy bastard. The only difference is that Mr. Gadsby here knew how to smile and say hello, unlike Hearst. He was incredibly interested in the arts, antiquities, and history. He liked to think of himself as a sophisticated person, you know? [Dr. Cunningham nods.] Dr. Cunningham: I would like to point out something in particular: you said that he had an interest in humanity, and I would like to focus on history. I think you can figure out why I chose this one. SCP-6126: I do. Dr. Cunningham: Now, this interest of him. Was this an average fascination for the subject or did you identify something out of place about Gadsby’s interest? And did this interest have any effect on Gadsby’s decision to buy you at the auction? SCP-6126: Doc, think about it for a second. This guy’s spending who knows how many millions to buy not a renowned painting, nor a valuable historical artifact - he’s buying a talking head. And if that wasn’t enough, it’s probably an illegal auction where other rich people buy weird stuff. I don’t think that’s just a simple fascination for history. Money didn’t matter much to him as long as he had his pieces in his collection. Dr. Cunningham: Gadsby had a collection of historical artifacts? SCP-6126: What didn’t he have a collection of? Books, movies, pieces of art, statues, historical artifacts. Both normal and anomalous. He also had a room where he dumped all the stuff that he thought was cheap or he felt dissatisfied with. Dr. Cunningham: I see. I just want to know something real quick, would you by any chance have any information about Gadsby’s interactions with Marshall, Carter, and Dark so we might be able to investigate and discover more information about him? SCP-6126: I’ll have to disappoint you, doc. I got no clue on what you’re asking me, just some small details I could come around. It was hard getting much information from that paranoid old bastard. Motherfucker just wouldn’t let anyone see his collection. Dr. Cunningham: Paranoid? What do you mean by that? SCP-6126: You see, he didn’t like other people looking at his collections - kinda odd if you ask me, being the whole purpose of arts - to the point that he wouldn’t let his staff look around the room, and preferred to keep it all for himself. Imagine being that paranoid, you can’t even trust your own damn servants. Dr. Cunningham: Too bad for him, in the long run, it does not benefit you not trusting the people that work for you. Anyway, it seems that you said enough about Gadsby as a person. Did any relevant event happen while you were under Gadbsy’s ownership? SCP-6126: Yeah, it did. He always brought new artifacts to his collection constantly, and some of them did not meet his standards - whatever those were. Guess where those ended up in? Dr. Cunningham: The room that you previously mentioned, the one where he moved all the pieces he felt dissatisfied with. SCP-6126: And? Dr. Cunningham: …And is that where you spent the rest of your time with Gadsby? SCP-6126: That’s right. And before doing that, he gave me a little sermon. Dr. Cunningham: What do you mean by that? SCP-6126: Y’know, he gave a little venting speech to me. He said, that I was a damn shame as a work of art. Said he was expecting something much more mythical, more… legendary because of who I was. That he had high expectations for me. SCP-6126: He vented to me, to put it simply. He said he was exhausted of me… He said that I was annoying, ignorant, and I basically was the complete opposite of what he expected. Said he expected something much more mythical, more… legendary, because of who I was. He said that he never had an opportunity to talk to the dead, and no less a resurrected historical character. [SCP-6126 falls in silence for a minute.] SCP-6126: …The living head of Pancho Villa - that’s how he described me. He said that I was just another waste of money. He said he sought something old and valuable. But instead, he got nothing but a useless lost piece of the past… He received a fraud. [Dr. Cunningham drifts his sight from SCP-6126 to an indeterminate point. Dr. Cunningham covers his mouth with his right hand while tapping above his lip.] Dr. Cunningham: And what happened after that? What were you going through after Gadsby’s vent? SCP-6126: Same thing with Hearst, ignore him. What does he know? Fuck him. He doesn’t know what I’m going through. For me, he could take his little hobby and stick it up to his ass. Dr. Cunningham: …Could, as in past tense? Did you change your mind about what he said later? SCP-6126: …Kind of. When you are inside a room full of old paintings, the dust and the scent mix with the air, alone, with little to no light, and no one to talk or rant to, you have a lot of time to think. I thought a lot back then. Dr. Cunningham: What did you think of, exactly? SCP-6126: The past - my past, exactly. When you are alone, that’s the only place that you can go to when you’re alone. It really is a feeling, melancholy. You start to go the places that made you proud, in which you were at your prime, but when you return to the present, you remember where you’re currently standing. Dr. Cunningham: So, during most of that time you went back to those memories of yourself and compared to who you currently are? SCP-6126: That’s right. Dr. Cunningham: And what did you conclude from your thinking? Did it change from what you previously used to believe? SCP-6126: …I didn’t know. You don’t really have a lot of options to do in that situation, so I was just there, doing nothing. What I used to go through with Hearst only deepened while in that inside Gadsby’s room. I was doing nothing, I was nothing. Dr. Cunningham: And did you try to combat those thoughts like you used to do during your time with Hearst? SCP-6126: Of course I did! What do you expect from me? Like I’ve said, it ain’t easy in that situation. That it works is another thing. [SCP-6126 falls in silence for a moment.] SCP-6126: You can’t really do much in that situation. Dr. Cunningham: Sadly, it is true. If you do not mind, I want to ask if you could explain the exact circumstances of Gadsby's death. If you do remember, that is. SCP-6126: Damn, how could I not remember that? [SCP-6126 chuckles.] Too bad I couldn’t do it myself, but hey I can’t say I wasn’t expecting it. Anyway, it all started with Gadsby - he started to change. His paranoia went over the top. Gadsby’s servants were only allowed to enter the room I was in, they were the ones who moved and sometimes kept maintenance. Gadsby stopped trusting them and began to do their work instead. [SCP-6126 grins.] Stupid bastard, he didn’t see what was coming. [Dr. Cunningham furrows his eyebrows.] Dr. Cunningham: What is that supposed to mean? SCP-6126: Ya see, he wasn’t in the best shape, y’know? He used to carry around a lot of artifacts with all the weight pushing against him, he also had a bad posture when he tried to lift the objects up. I also managed to hear that he got some serious injuries multiple times from his servants that walked outside the room. He was an idiot, that’s what I meant with what he didn’t see was coming. Dr. Cunningham: Ah, all right. So, all the injuries of Gadsby started to build up and became so big that it just fell apart. Did you manage to see that occasion, or get any information from the servants? SCP-6126: Todo lo que sube, tiene que bajar6. All that time he kept on going, being too stubborn to listen to his servant’s advice and not letting them handle their work, he ended up paying for the consequences. I saw him dying right in front of me. He picked up a painting about the size of that door. [SCP-6126 glances at the door of the interview room.] He knew it could be fatal, but he didn’t care. He picked it up, crouching, and just when he was about to get himself straight, crack! Next thing I know, I see his body falling to the floor just above that painting. He was dead when his servants came in, and they took their time to enter. With no key and after a lot of time without him going out of the room, the servants had to kick down the door. Dr. Cunningham: …And how did you react to Gadsby’s death? SCP-6126: I was glad, but I kinda saw it coming. He just started to act strange, and I knew his back wouldn’t last that long. [SCP-6126 chuckles] Still, can’t say I didn’t want to celebrate - not like I can in the first place, right? [SCP-6126 scoffs.] Nope. It didn’t pass much time before they came for me. Dr. Cunningham: Ah, right. There is still one more person missing related to Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd., right? I assume it was an auction like last time. SCP-6126: Bingo. Dr. Cunningham: And who was this person? SCP-6126: A guy called Hugo Hudson. <End Log> Access Interview 6126.6 Close Interview 6126.6 Interviewed: SCP-6126 Interviewer: Dr. Maxwell Cunningham Date: 07/05/91 <Begin Log> Dr. Cunningham: It is nice to see you again. How have you been doing since last week’s session? SCP-6126: Surprisingly, better. I’ve never experienced something similar like this… it just has this weird effect on you. Dr. Cunningham: Everybody has doubts about therapy, you are not the only one. SCP-6126: I was ignorant about this sort of thing. It’s weird that only with you listening, it feels like I have a weight off my shoulders - even if they’re done with mixed intention if you know what I mean. [Dr. Cunningham shakes his head in agreement.] Dr. Cunningham: I understand. And I am glad that you have seen these sessions helpful - it means they are working. Do you want to know something else? If this one goes as planned, most likely we will not need to talk about any of these people again - unless you need to. SCP-6126: True. But what will happen when we don’t have anything to talk about? Dr. Cunningham: I prefer to tell you at the end of the session - it will be a more pleasant surprise after you go through the rest of the interview. SCP-6126: Ah, I see. Fine by me. So, where do you want to start? Dr. Cunningham: First, I would ask you to describe what kind of person Hugo Hudson was - as an associate of Marshall, Carter, and Dark, between other people, while with himself. Dr. Kent wished to skip this part because he could more or less predict what kind of person he was comparing with the previous two. But I want to hear from you. SCP-6126: You always know I don’t have anything positive of these people most of the time, y’know? But, he was young compared to the other dinosaurs. I found it strange that someone like him was interested in buying me. And it wasn’t too hard to notice him, either. He was at the front row; compared to someone like Gadbsy who sat down on the sidelines and waited for the perfect opportunity to raise an enormous amount no one else could afford. Nope, not Hudson. The moment that hammer hit, Hudson was the first to raise the pallet. Dr. Cunningham: And did you manage to figure out at that moment why was Hudson so insisting on winning the auction? SCP-6126: Too easy if you ask me: the excitement. Every time someone else raised a certain amount of money, he would double it, triple it, you name it. I figured it out because of the eyes. They never lie, doc. He was looking right at me, all the time. It was a thrill, that one that you don’t know what will happen next but you still wanna know and want to keep going, no matter if what comes next is your doom. And just when no one else was about to fight back when that hammer hit and the organizer yelled “Sold!”, he fell right back on his seat, his eyes now staring at the ceiling. And that’s how I met Hugo Hudson. Dr. Cunningham: So now that Hudson was your new owner and took you, was his residency located near Richmond County? SCP-6126: I don’t got a fucking clue of where is that supposed to be. Dr. Cunningham: New York City, inside the state of the same name? SCP-6126: Never been to there either, doc. As I said, I ain’t got a clue. But if it helps you, the distance between Hudson’s residency and where the Foundation found me wasn’t that long. Dr. Cunningham: I will leave that to Dr. Kent to deal with it. And what was your experience living with Hudson? SCP-6126: Oh, this guy. Hudson was a thrill-seeker, that’s a fact. He wasn’t the kind of guy who could just sit down and do nothing. This man craved constant excitement in his life. So, he would do parties every day and night, invite as many people as he could, and have his house turned upside down when it had ended - that’s if it happened. Dr. Cunningham: Is there anything else besides that? To me, it does not sound as bad as your previous owners. SCP-6126: Doc, I’m not done yet. Yeah, Hudson wasn’t that bad. Just your average rich dude lifestyle. Now, I want you to imagine the word thrill seeker and try to find all the activities associated with this. If you could, Hudson was that and even went over the top with that word. Dr. Cunningham: Do you have any examples that you might remember right now? SCP-6126: He really liked airplanes, too much for his own good. He had a whole collection of aircraft, yet he had a personal favorite of his. He called it Conqueror, can you believe that? Can’t really blame him, I used to cross out my own colt for every bastard I killed. Anyway, he would go on daily trips with his aircraft, do some crazy stunts in it, loops, spins, rolls. Crazy bastard. [Dr. Cunningham glances at SCP-6126, furrowing his eyebrows.] Dr. Cunningham: I think I will return to one bit of what you just told me in another session. But, returning to Hudson, there is something that I want to ask: how do you know about Hudson’s handling of his aircraft? For a moment I thought he kept you somewhere, like Hearst and Gadsby. SCP-6126: Oh no, that’s the thing: he didn’t give a fuck. Unlike those two, he brought me along. So even if he didn't say anything stupid like the other two, he'd always have me around to experience his daredevil bullshit with him. Dr. Cunningham: I see. And did any incidents happen while you were around with Hudson? SCP-6126: Yeah, a lot of accidents and crashes. For a guy like him, I wasn't surprised that he experienced shit like that before. "Life is only one, and you either die in a hospital room or crash in the middle of the Pacific; the latter sounds much more exciting". I remember that’s what he told me. However, the first times I was with him he at least took care of the aircraft. Guess he wasn't much of an idiot, or at least he didn't want to die too early. Dr. Cunningham: First times, you say? Does that mean that Hudson became more careless as you started to spend more time with him? SCP-6126: That’s right. With time, he began to ignore any issues the aircraft had or take any precautions before flying. He just went along with it. Dr. Cunningham: And were you like, physically present, when all these incidents began to take place? SCP-6126: Almost, if not all ‘em, I was there with him. It happened so often, at one point I began to stop caring if he was risking my life or not. I thought that if by one point it gets really that even Hudson couldn’t control the situation, maybe it ends there. Maybe I would finally die and everything I was going through would just stop. Dr. Cunningham: … But it did not. SCP-6126: No. It didn’t. And you know… I couldn’t give a fuck about it. Hell, I didn’t realize it until that incident in particular, but even then, what the fuck can you do? I went through a fucking pain that I’m damn sure that in Hell wouldn’t be as horrifying. I mean, what else was I supposed to do? Why the hell did I need to feel so despaired for what I was going through? Why feel that way if I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t control my situation? So, I started to not give a shit anymore. Let Hudson do his crazy stunts, let him do whatever he wanted, there was no point in fighting back, to begin with. [Dr. Cunningham remains silent, covering his mouth with his right hand while tapping above his lip.] SCP-6126: …There never was a point in fighting, to begin with. Dr. Cunningham: …Did by any chance Hudson verbally attack you while you were there with him? Perhaps, it influenced your apathy. SCP-6126: Nah, I arrived at it on my own. It was right in front of my nose, but I tried to ignore it as best as I could. There was no escaping, sooner or later it caught me. And even if Hudson did, I can’t remember and most likely it wouldn’t have changed at all. Hudson didn’t do much. [Dr. Cunningham slightly nods his head.] Dr. Cunningham: I want to return to the incident you previously mentioned. I suppose it is the same one that you realized you could not die. How did it go? [SCP-6126 sighs.] SCP-6126: Nothing out of the ordinary at the start of the day. Hudson, as always, was ready to fly his aircraft and he brought me along. Didn’t even budge against him. Poor aircraft, Hudson wasn’t giving any respect to his supposedly beloved flying machine. So, we hopped right in and took off. Dr. Cunningham: And when did the aircraft start to present any problems during the flight? SCP-6126: I dunno. I couldn’t really tell you, but by the time I noticed we were at a pretty decent height. Then, I heard some weird noise coming from the left wing, I noticed cause I was on that side’s seat. I saw some smoke coming out of the engine. I told Hudson about it. Dr. Cunningham: He did not notice the smoke coming out of the engine? SCP-6126: Nah. He knew smoke was coming out of it, I just thought he was playing the fool. As I said, he wasn't on the best of his mind, so instead of trying to land in a safe place, he started to do his usual play-around with the airplane. After a few laps, the engine slowly started to stop. And just at it did, we were falling nosedive. Dr. Cunningham: And what did you feel when that was going on? What was going through your mind? SCP-6126: I thought I was about to lose my life. I think any sane person was in the situation I was in, they would be afraid in no time. But I didn’t know if I was sane or a person anymore, I just thought this was it. Maybe it was my call. Doc, I know I said that I wanted to die so badly, and I honestly wanted to. I dunno, maybe there was something inside me that didn’t want to go, despite how fucked up I was. Even then, I didn’t try anything to convince Hugo to cut his crap - not like he would listen to me anyway. So, I was just there, waiting when we hit land. I already died once, and if I was lucky enough, I would be dead again. I wouldn’t have to go through some shit like this ever again. [SCP-6126 sighs.] I was pretty fucking wrong. [Dr. Cunningham remains silent, looking at SCP-6126.] Dr. Cunningham: And what happened after the airplane crashed? SCP-6126: First, it crashed, obviously. Second, I don’t know the details, just some scenes here and there that I could remember. My mind was spinning and I couldn’t see much. Of what I could, the entire aircraft was destroyed. No more personal flights for Hudson for a while. Then, I managed to see that Hudson flew some miles from his seat, his head hit against a rock or something. I couldn’t concentrate between the impact of the crash and the smoke that was just making it harder to see. Eventually, I closed my eyes. To me, it was all over. Dr. Cunningham: Do you know how long were you unconscious? SCP-6126: I can’t say for sure, but when I woke up I was inside a box and I couldn’t see Hudson anywhere. I was hundred percent sure it was Marshall. Those guys are quick, I’ll give them that much. [The conversation falls in silence for some minutes.] Dr. Cunningham: …Looks like it’s all you have to say. I will admit, it was not a pleasant story to hear, you went through a lot. SCP-6126: Yeah. Dr. Cunningham: I just want to ask you something else. Your apathy, your wish to be dead, it was not so long ago, was it? It just seems a bit odd your behavior when I compared them to the first interviews you’ve had and your current one. SCP-6126: …It isn’t that bad. Dr. Cunningham: How come? I thought you did not feel comfortable at the site. SCP-6126: Don’t get me wrong, this place isn’t so different from the previous bastards I used to live with. But you, being here and listening to me, is one of the positive things. [SCP-6126 chuckles.] Hell, I would say the only good thing for me around here. [Dr. Cunningham chuckles back, scratching his neck.] Dr. Cunningham: It is great to hear that you value my work. Oh, and before I forget, I did tell you there was something at the end, right? SCP-6126: It was at the back of my mind, doc. So, what is it? Dr. Cunningham: I am a containment psychiatrist, so that means that my work is to help my patients in these sessions to improve themselves - along with the cooperation of the patients. Because of all this information you have given me, along with your most recent observations done by yourself, I can say that we can work on how to treat these. What do you think? SCP-6126: What, so you are giving me the full experience? Dr. Cunningham: That is about it - and I am allowed to do so because Dr. Kent integrated me into the project. It is not so bad, is it? [SCP-6126 scoffs.] SCP-6126: I can’t really trust that guy… but hey, it wouldn’t bother me having company around aside from the research team. [Dr. Cunningham nods.] Dr. Cunningham: I will organize my schedule for next week, most likely it will be the same time as always. So, see you next week? SCP-6126:: Next week as always, doc. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Cunningham was removed from his position as containment psychiatrist for SCP-6126 and was transferred to another project in Site-88. Head Researcher Dr. William Kent deemed the project fulfilled and wrote a report with the necessary information involving the events detailed by SCP-6126. The report was deemed satisfactory by the higher-ups of the Scientific Department of the facility, and Dr. Kent was congratulated and credited for the work to figure the timeline of events prior to SCP-6126's containment. SCP-6126's psychological evaluations were terminated. Addendum 6126.2: Timeline of Events The following table details the most important events from 07/19/91 with the first week without Dr. Cunningham’s sessions with SCP-6126 until the death of Dr. Kent on 05/07/2011. For the complete table of events, please request a copy from the RAISA director of Site-88. Date Event Description 07/12/91 SCP-6126 demands the whereabouts of Dr. Cunningham to Dr. Kent. Dr. Kent does not answer SCP-6126’s demand. 07/19/91 SCP-6126 requests the assistance of Dr. Cunningham to Dr. Kent. Dr. Kent does not respond to SCP-6126’s request. 07/26/91 SCP-6126 asks for the current state of Dr. Cunningham to Dr. Kent, wondering why its “friend” does not return. Like the last two occasions, Dr. Kent does not answer. 08/30/91 SCP-6126 turns six months into containment. An on-site therapist performs a monthly psychological evaluation on SCP-6126. Dr. Cunningham offers himself to lead the evaluation, but another candidate is chosen. The containment psychiatrist does not arrive at a certain conclusion due to SCP-6126’s unwillingness to respond. 08/31/91 Containment specialists perform a daily checkup on SCP-6126’s containment. The containment specialists found the containment locker’s safe open and rifts around SCP-6126’s reinforced glass case. Both its containment safe and reinforced glass case were replaced. The security camera did not find any cause of these containment failures. 09/01/91 Containment specialists perform another daily checkup on SCP-6126’s containment, and it was found that both the containment locker’s safe and reinforced glass case were broken. The extensive review concludes that a containment specialist was responsible for this, and was reprimanded accordingly. 09/08/91 The Scientific Department reviews again the report of Dr. Kent on the discovery regarding SCP-6126’s background. It concludes that the report is incomplete; the department demands further research on the subject to Dr. Kent. For the rest of the day, Dr. Kent isolates himself inside his office from his research team and other staff. 09/10/91 Dr. Kent interviews SCP-6126 to check if he could find any information that SCP-6126 may have ignored. However, Dr. Kent notes that SCP-6126 is unable to articulate complete sentences. Because of this, Dr. Kent frustrates himself and ends the interview abruptly. 09/17/91 Dr. Kent organizes a meeting with his research team for a brainstorming session to find a different way to obtain information regarding SCP-6126. Despite different proposals by several members of the research team, Dr. Kent verbally reprimands them and rants about the uselessness of those particular members of his research team and terminates the meeting shortly after. 09/18/91 The following day, several members of the research team decided to abandon the project and asked for a transfer to others on-site, others reported the comments of Dr. Kent. Dr. Kent was warned about his attitude towards his staff but did not heed the warning so seriously. SCP-6126’s research team remained temporarily short-staffed. 10/01/91 Morale among Dr. Kent’s research team has decreased significantly due to the short amount of members inside the team, the lack of progress in finding any relevant information about SCP-6126, and the constant pressure by the head researcher. 10/02/91 More members have decided to abandon the project, adding up to the lack of staff in the research team. Dr. Kent asked for new recruits to the Scientific Department to fill out the loss of staff. The request was not entirely completed until some months later due to the readjustment of staff from old projects to SCP-6126. 05/30/01 SCP-6126 is now a decade in containment and the previous events since 1991 have continued and aggravated, having a severe effect on Dr. Kent. 06/01/01 A report on the maintenance of Site-88 discovers several failures on the Low-Value Containment of Section-C where several containment locks were malfunctioning. The Assistant Director hypothesizes that this could be responsible because of intentional sabotage among the containment and maintenance staff and enacts an investigation to research on the matter. 07/12/01 SCP-6126 turns a decade without seeing Dr. Cunningham after its last session. Dr. Cunningham proposes to lead a session with SCP-6126 but it is denied. Dr. Kent tries to conduct an interview to check on SCP-6126 but does not manage to convey with it because of the anomaly’s apparent inability to speak and notices constant repetitive facial movements. After some examination, doctors conclude that SCP-6126 entered a catatonic state, possibly because of SCP-6126’s lack of interaction with personnel and the design of SCP-6126’s special containment procedures. Despite different objections by some members of Dr. Kent’s team to revise SCP-6126’s containment procedures, the topic did not reach far. 08/12/01 Following the report of the state of SCP-6126, the Ethics Committee intervenes. However, no changes were done to SCP-6126, and instead, it has been decided to cut funding. After hearing this news, Dr. Kent isolates himself in his office for the rest of the day. 09/01/01 After ten years of severe relationships between the Foundation and Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd., representatives of the latter agree on cooperating with the Foundation with any projects regarding anomalies between the two groups. 09/02/01 Members of the research team update Dr. Kent on the news, stating that the project finally had a new opportunity to obtain the information the research team needs to fulfill the Scientific Department’s demands. Dr. Kent rejects the idea and lashes out against the members who proposed the idea. When the same members ask for a reason, Dr. Kent argues that if he alone found the first information of the anomaly by himself, he could do it again and without the need for any outside help. 09/03/01 The members who proposed the idea to Dr. Kent decided to leave the project, leaving it short-staffed. 05/30/10 SCP-6126 turns nineteen years in containment. The research team in charge of SCP-6126 does not yet fulfill the Scientific Department’s demands. SCP-6126 has not recovered from its catatonic state despite intervention by the Medical Department. 05/31/10 Containment specialists perform a daily checkup on SCP-6126’s containment, discovering a rust containment locker, as well as some other lockers near SCP-6126. Other containment specialists found the security camera malfunctioning and those of Section-B also found breakdowns in containment. Containment specialists inform Dr. Kent about the situation, but Dr. Kent does not show any concern and states that it is not a problem of his. 07/12/10 SCP-6126 turns nineteen years without seeing Dr. Cunningham after its last session. During that time Dr. Cunningham raises concerns about the rumors he hears about the state of SCP-6126 in his new position as a member of the Medical Department and the management of the project. However, decides not to involve himself because of the constant denials by his superiors and Dr. Kent in particular. 09/18/10 Dr. Kent writes a request to the Scientific Department in which he request a raise in funding and a re-supply of staff, stating that he discovered a way to satisfy the demands of the department. In it, Dr. Kent explains a possible connection between a secret society by the name of Skull and Bones and the presence of a mentioned Emil Holmdahl in the state where SCP-6126 was murdered at the time of its death. Dr. Kent declares that he could finally resolve the missing background information of SCP-6126. 09/19/10 The Scientific Department approves the request of Dr. Kent on the condition that the results of his investigation that Dr. Kent must constantly report at the end of each month in the term of six months since the approval of the request. Failure to do so results in the demotion of Dr. Kent’s leadership on the project as well as a trial on Dr. Kent to determine other possible charges on his position as Head Researcher. 09/20/10 Dr. Kent begins his research, and projects explorations to several states in the Northeast, Southwest, California, and Chihuahua (Mexico) to obtain information on the location and the exact route that capturers of SCP-6126 took since the beheading of SCP-6126. 09/21/10 Dr. Kent arrives in Parral, Chihuahua, undercover as a historian along with some members of his research team. Dr. Kent starts at the grave where 6126’s decapitation happened and researches around the town to find any clues regarding the beheading. Next, he moves from Parral to Ciudad Juarez where supposedly Holmdahl crossed to El Paso, Texas. According to the research team, little substantial information is found. As protocol, Dr. Kent administers amnestics to avoid any information leaking to the public. 09/23/10 Dr. Kent previously arranges a meeting to speak with a representative of Skull and Bones and arrives at the headquarters of Yale University. The representative denies any rumors that the society possesses, or once did, an artifact similar to SCP-6126. As protocol, Dr. Kent administers amnestics to avoid any information leaking to the public. 09/25/10 Dr. Kent’s last day of his exploration consists in searching the residences and interviews of several descendants of William R. Hearst about any information they might know about SCP-6126. As protocol, Dr. Kent administers amnestics to avoid any information leaking to the public. 09/31/10 Dr. Kent and his research team return to Site-88 to analyze the information from their research. The Scientific Department asks for any possible hypotheses from Dr. Kent and his research team, but Dr. Kent does not respond and orders the rest of his team to not do so as well. 10/31/10 The Scientific Department asks again for any updates to Dr. Kent, but no updates were given. In fact, many members report that they are not allowed to participate or help Dr. Kent in any way by orders of the Head Researcher. Funding or staff was not cut this time because of the conditions at the request of Dr. Kent. This pattern continues for the following months until the deadline imposed by the Scientific Department. 02/19/11 Dr. Kent presents his report to the Scientific Department. In it, the report includes a timeline from the beheading of SCP-6126 until the anomaly’s containment in 1991. The report states that Swedish-American Emil Holmdahl was secretly a member of Skull and Bones society, and this member was working for William Randolph Hearst. Holmdahl decapitates SCP-6126 and crosses the border to El Paso, Holmdahl then transfers to Connecticut and gives the head to the representative of Hearst. But, before SCP-6126 is sent to Hearst, the members of Skull and Bones perform a ritual on SCP-6126 to revive it. The rest of the report includes the information from the interviews between SCP-6126 and Dr. Cunningham. The report is put on hold to confirm the results from Dr. Kent. 02/21/11 The Scientific Department rejects the report, arguing that Dr. Kent’s are founded on loose connections and observations. On it, it addresses how there is no evidence to substantiate the following: that Skull and Bones had ties to William R. Hearst or any other anomalous organization, that Emil Holmdahl had any connections to Skull and Bones or William R. Hearst, among other inconsistencies. An email is sent this same day in which it informs Dr. Kent that he is demoted and the appropriate process would follow the next day. Dr. Kent spends the rest of the day isolated in his office. 02/22/11 The guards in charge of Dr. Kent’s escort arrive at his office. They knock on the door a few times, waiting for a response from Dr. Kent but he does not respond. They try to unlock the door, only to be stuck from the inside. The guards begin to push the door and after some minutes the door opens. The guards found a chair blocking the office’s door handle and the body of Dr. Kent sitting in his chair giving his back to the office’s door. The guards find a small jar in Dr. Kent’s hand that is later identified as potassium cyanide, as well as a note in which it says: Fucking head, I should’ve found out earlier. 02/23/11 Containment specialists perform a checkup of SCP-6126’s containment. The containment specialists later state that SCP-6126 asks them if Dr. Kent is really dead. SCP-6126 is temporarily transferred to another room for interrogation but SCP-6126 states that it will not answer any questions unless it sees Dr. Cunningham. Addendum 6126.3: Interview and Special Containment Procedures Update Interviewed: SCP-6126 Interviewer: Dr. Maxwell Cunningham Date: 02/23/11 <Begin Log> Dr. Cunningham: …Do you know how much time has passed since we had our last session or an idea of how much you spent in that state? SCP-6126: You tell me, you’re the one who has a calendar on your locker. Too much, that’s all I can say. Dr. Cunningham: Twenty years. In two months, twenty years would have passed since the last time I saw you. I say would, because we are face to face right now. I have to say, this is not how I expected it to be, or that it would happen at all. [SCP-6126 laughs.] Dr. Cunningham: What’s so funny? SCP-6126: You look old! Damn, I can’t really say I don’t believe you by how you look - time sure does fly when you’re stuck inside a locker. But hey, it doesn’t hurt to see an old friend after twenty years, amirite? Dr. Cunningham: Are you being serious? I’m seeing you after twenty years! I should be relieved that I can finally talk to you again, and it’s not even on any good terms. What went through your mind when you demanded my superiors for me? SCP-6126: To catch up with an old friend, that’s all. If you think about it, it’s a win-win: I get to talk to you and they get their answers. Sweet deal, right? [Dr. Cunningham scratches his hair, he sighs.] Dr. Cunningham: It’s amusing that you’re still alive. I’m not saying that I didn’t want to see you but… with all that has happened around the site, I don’t have a good feeling about this. SCP-6126: I don’t blame ya. [The conversation falls in silence for a moment.] Dr. Cunningham: We already know why we are here for. I’ll have to follow protocol as before - my superiors don’t like unprofessionalism, like what’s happening at the moment. Is that fine with you? SCP-6126: Yes! Oh, shit, please! It’s been two decades since our last session, I thought I was about to go crazy. [Dr. Cunningham clears his throat.] Dr. Cunningham: How did you discover that Dr. Kent died? SCP-6126: It isn’t so hard to figure it out if the same people that check your locker daily chat about poor Kenny killing himself with cyanide. I just asked them the moment they opened the door. [SCP-6126 scoffs.] Fuckers almost shitted their pants when they discover that the supposedly catatonic head started to speak again after years. Dr. Cunningham: So you are admitting that you faked your catatonic state during your time under containment? SCP-6126: Yep. To be honest, I’m impressed. I never expected that I could go that far, I thought that with all the smart people there were around the site, I wouldn’t do it. Lucky me, I guess. Dr. Cunningham: Why? Why did you avoid any human interaction with other personnel and risk your well-being? What were you trying to achieve? [SCP-6126 sighs.] SCP-6126: You really don’t understand, do ya? Dr. Cunningham: How am I supposed to understand if you do not elaborate? SCP-6126: Max, do you really believe that these people care about my well-being? I’m stuck inside a glass case, and to top it all off, kept inside a locker. Do you think I have an option here? Who was I supposed to go with? Dr. Kent? The research team? The only thing those motherfuckers cared for was doing their damn job, and they only came for me when they needed something from me. I could only do this: do nothing. Fuck ‘em. I might as well make their life harder than it already was. [The conversation falls in silence for a moment.] Dr. Cunningham: You could have hurt yourself - you could have died. It is our job to protect anoma- people like you. The glass from your reinforced glass case broke a few times, and your security was constantly hijacked by containment specialists. If we weren’t there, where could you be? SCP-6126: Doc, were you there? I remember our last session being twenty years ago, and the worst part never touched you - never involved you. I didn’t get hurt because I can’t - a gift for being an anomaly as your colleagues call me. Besides, I never got hurt, others did - and that’s because of me. Dr. Cunningham: What is that supposed to mean? SCP-6126: Don’t you think it’s so convenient that three months after I’m contained, my locker doesn’t work, my glass case just randomly has cracks, and a few years Dr. Kent just starts to lose his shit? I caused it, Max. I’m the one to be blamed for all the problems that have occurred - and will still occur - around the site. Dr. Cunningham: …How is that even possible? SCP-6126: Call it however your organization wants to call it, I just say they’re powers. I don’t know how to describe it exactly, but I can manipulate the lives of the people who own me. From their actions all the way to how they will die. That’s how I understand it. In plain sight, it might look like the person who died just had it rough, took some poor decisions in life and those led it to death. [Dr. Cunningham’s voice starts to tremble.] Dr. Cunningham: If what you are telling me is real, does that mean… that you killed Dr. Kent? [SCP-6126 sighs.] SCP-6126: Yes, doc. That was me, I killed him. He wasn’t the only victim: Hearst, Gadsby, Hudson, maybe even other people associated with them. Dr. Cunningham: Something does not make sense to me. You can control the lives of the people who own you, and it means you can do it whenever you like. Why take twenty years to kill Dr. Kent? Did you find it… enjoyable to make him suffer? SCP-6126: Ah, that. Forgot about that detail for a second. No, it doesn’t work that way. Think of me as the root cause. Someone owns me, right? The events begin to manifest and those just take their own path, they take their precious and valuable time to develop until the final result kicks in. If I could do it fast, I would do it. Dr. Cunningham: You still need to answer the last question: did you enjoy making Dr. Kent suffer? [SCP-6126 does not respond.] Dr. Cunningham: Answer me. [SCP-6126 still does not respond.] Dr. Cunningham: You owe me. You made me believe that you were not able to talk again, you owe me an answer, and many more. SCP-6126: …We both owe something to each other. Doc, if I answer everything you ask me, will you promise me something I ask? Dr. Cunningham: That would depend- SCP-6126: Yes or no, doc. I ain’t telling you nothing if then. Dr. Cunningham: …Okay, sure. I promise. SCP-6126: Revenge is a dish best served cold, some people say. Guess it has followed through all my life. I thought that I wouldn’t need to search for a vendetta when I finally met you. Guess what happened? Our pal Kenny had to come and fuck it all up because he had to get a job done. It’s not about the enjoyment of suffering, it’s the payback of making me suffer. Dr. Cunningham: Payback for what, exactly? SCP-6126: I seriously hate that you need to ask for every single detail because your superiors tell you to. Dr. Cunningham: I ask you because I want to listen to it coming out from your mouth. Now, why exactly were looking for revenge against Dr. Kent? SCP-6126: For taking away what I valued the most at the time, and, if I could, take it back. I’m gonna cut you some slack and tell you: you, Max. Ever since I met him, Kent could go fuck himself. I didn’t like him. I wasn’t going to tell him anything, why even bother? I did this in the past, what difference is it one more person? …And then you arrived. Dr. Cunningham: What was so special about me according to you? SCP-6126: At the start, nothing. I thought you were just about the same as Kent. But then, despite knowing the intentions of Kenny, you insisted on helping me in a way that was actually beneficial to me. And, it worked. It was helpful and I enjoyed it. When our last session hit, I actually considered telling you the following week, about my hidden powers. I didn’t want you to die, you know? [Dr. Cunningham scratches the back of his head.] SCP-6126: …But it never came. When I saw Dr. Kent, I asked where the fuck were you. He didn’t answer shit. Next week, it was my second try. I insisted, thinking that you wouldn’t just leave me, but in the back of my head, there was doubt. I wouldn’t just give up on it, so I tried. Kent ignored me, as he always did. Third week, I was just… beaten. Two weeks without interacting with someone you actually hope to really doesn’t help. I was basically pleading to Kent to just see you, even if it was one last time. And he walked away. I understood then, that you wouldn’t return and it was all because of Kent’s fault. Dr. Cunningham: Look, I do not want to justify myself for something I am not responsible for. I just… couldn’t do- SCP-6126: Shut up. Just… let me finish. Kent took you out of the project, he took you away from me. All because he wanted to keep his successful record and didn’t care if you or me were doing well. Do you know where I was left after that? Alone, inside my locker. I didn’t get any light unless the containment staff came in to check, and I would be alone in the dark again when everything worked for them. I had… a lot of time to think. Dr. Cunningham: And what were you thinking during that time? SCP-6126: If Dr. Kent could get what he wanted by destroying the life of someone, what stopped me from destroying Kent’s life from getting what I want? So, I decided to spend the rest of my time on one goal: seeing you again. I directed all my anger to my patience and waited for the effects to take action. Of course, I thought that sooner or later Kent or someone else might raise suspicions, so I came with the idea that I fell catatonic. Who would raise suspicions of a talking head that falls catatonic and can’t do anything? So, I made it look like I was falling ill little by little, eventually falling catatonic. The best thing of all? It worked. [Dr. Cunningham looks at SCP-6126.] Dr. Cunningham: May I ask you something? SCP-6126: I think that’s the point of this interview, so yeah. Dr. Cunningham: Why are you… so attached to me? I do understand that you felt better back in those sessions, but twenty years later, you still are. Not only that, you caused all this damage for me. Why? SCP-6126: …Do you remember when I told you I wish I could be dead? That I didn’t want to suffer anymore? Back then, I didn’t have anything or anyone. I didn’t care. I thought it would be the same here. That was until you came here, and with time I didn’t feel like shit anymore. Each week, even if I didn’t show it, I was waiting to talk to you. And when I couldn’t anymore, the only thing that made me wait for the following week was gone. And the only thing I had to strive for was getting you back. [Dr. Cunningham sobs.] Dr. Cunningham: I worked for the Containment Psychiatry Division back then. Now, I work for the Medical Department— SCP-6126: Congrats. Dr. Cunningham: Thank you. I did not have a lot of power back then, nor now. My superiors would just appoint me to any clients, tell me to comfort them, and provide any medicine for them to just stop being a bother. I tried to do the best I could with them, actually help them - but for a reason or another, I would lose them. In the end, helping people was all that mattered to me - but I would end up losing more than just clients. Now, I work for the Medical Department. It has been a journey, times have changed, the Foundation is taking these topics into consideration. We can help you. [SCP-6126 sobs.] SCP-6126: Thanks. Dr. Cunningham: I do not want you to ignore the consequences you have caused, however. You have done a lot of harm these past twenty years, and you have what you wanted right in front of you. What do you think will happen now? SCP-6126: I don’t know, and I don’t give a shit! [SCP-6126 begins to tear up.] SCP-6126: Whatever comes, whatever needs to happen, let it come. I just don’t want to be alone when it comes, I don’t want to feel like I did inside that dark cage I had to live in for twenty goddamn years. I just… I just want you to be there, okay? That’s the only thing I can ask for… [SCP-6126 starts to cry.] Dr. Cunningham: You won’t have to. SCP-6126: Eh? Dr. Cunningham: I promise you, you won’t have to go through. I promise that I’ll try as hard as I can to the Containment Committee for them to take what you’ve told me into consideration. They can’t say no to this. [Dr. Cunningham touches the back of SCP-6126’s glass case, bowing his head a little.] Dr. Cunningham: You just need to hang in there, just a bit more. Can you promise me that? SCP-6126: G-Go ahead, I’m fine with it. [Dr. Cunningham shakes his head in agreement, taping the glass case before returning to his seat. Dr. Cunningham grabs his pocket watch, looking at the time. He sighs.] Dr. Cunningham: I have to get going. I’ll be back this time, I promise. [Dr. Cunningham starts to pack his stuff.] SCP-6126: Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Don't do it, forget everything about what I said. [Dr. Cunningham stops.] Dr. Cunningham: What? You don't want any help at the end of the day? SCP-6126: You really want to die? If you stay with me, if you start to be part of the project again and stay for too long, you'll die like Kent, like Hearst, like everyone else that has died because of me. There's only one person in this room I care for, and I don't want him to die in just a couple of years. [Dr. Cunningham looks to an indeterminate point.] SCP-6126: You deaf or something, now?! You'll die, Max. Do something else, focus on other stuff, go with your family, goddamnit. Start something new, I dunno. Just go. [Dr. Cunningham stares at SCP-6126.] Dr. Cunningham: Don't you want to start something new as well? SCP-6126: What? Dr. Cunningham: You don't really have somewhere else to go, don't you? I won't elaborate much of what has happened to me when we didn't see each other in those years, but as I've said, I've lost much a lot during that time and especially recently. You took a lot from other people, and a lot are tired of dealing with the mess you've done. [SCP-6126 remains silent.] Dr. Cunningham: So, I get to start a new life, and you too. You don't need to end alone and helpless just because you think you can kill me. Heh, how much time do you think I have, especially in this line of work? {SCP-6126 chuckles.] SCP-6126: Next to none, I guess. Dr. Cunningham: Right? So, why worry about my death? And if I get to be what I couldn't be, I would accept my death no matter what. [SCP-6126 remains silent.] Dr. Cunningham: I think it's about time that I leave, I've already crossed a line in here. Let's see what comes after this. SCP-6126: Before you leave, can I ask for one more thing? Dr. Cunningham: What do you need? SCP-6126: Can you call me by my name? In the past few years, I've only heard, SCP this, 6126 that. I just want to hear my real name, I want to be called for who I am. [Dr. Cunningham remains silent for a moment.] Dr. Cunningham: Of course, Pancho. I will see you soon, I promise. <End Log> The information provided by SCP-6126 was announced to personnel involved and non-involved with SCP-6126 around the site. Reaction against maintaining SCP-6126 in Site-88 spread across the site. After several weeks, the Containment Committee decided to transfer SCP-6126 from Site-88 to Site-17 along with other updates to its containment. These updates include the shared containment of SCP-6126 between several Groups of Interest to avoid the effects of SCP-6126 manifesting. On 05/30/2011, SCP-6126's updated special containment procedures were enacted. Because of the collective demand among the personnel as well as the transfer of Dr. Cunningham to Site-17 with SCP-6126, Dr. Cunningham was able to avoid any reprimands from his superiors. Footnotes 1. While the device does not completely counter SCP-6126's ontokinetic effects because of the particular manifestation of its abilities, it decreases the impact of its effects. 2. Popularly known as Pancho Villa, a Mexican revolutionary and bandit at the start of the 20th Century who participated in the Mexican Revolution. He was assassinated on July 20, 1923. 3. Look at this dumbass. 4. A fucking kick in the balls, no? 5. William Randolph Hearst was an American businessman, newspaper publisher, and politician mostly remembered for developing the United States' largest media corporation, Hearst Communications. Deceased on August 14, 1951, because of a myocardial infarction. 6. What goes up, must come down. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6126" by Comrade Waldo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6126. Licensed under CC-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: villa.jpg Name: Villa close up.jpg Author: Bain Collection License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6127 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6127 Previous Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6127 shall be kept in a standard humanoid holding cell at Site-55, until a time in which it can be transferred to Site-225 for permanent containment. Until this occurs, all interactions with the entity must be overseen by a staff member of level 4 clearance or above. Photograph of SCP-6127, prior to containment, taken by a civilian cameraman Updated Special Containment Procedures: Efforts to track and recontain SCP-6127 are ongoing. Description: SCP-6127 resembles an adult female Common Raven (Corvus corax) of an average size and weight, and an undetermined age. Despite its initially unremarkable appearance, SCP-6127 possesses strength and intelligence well beyond that of the average Corvus corax, and has demonstrated levels of strength and intelligence superior to that of an average human. SCP-6127 claims to have an inherent knowledge of all languages, and does not speak via direct mimicry, but rather the vocal formation of original thoughts and sentences. SCP-6127 was discovered after Boston Animal Control received multiple phone-calls regarding a "Demonic Bird", which was vocalizing in Latin and attempting to deface Christian iconography. Mobile Task Force Lambda-4 ("Birdwatchers") were tasked with capturing the entity after Animal Control failed to do so. Lambda-4 managed to contain the entity, but not before it did approximately 9,000 dollars of property damage across seven separate properties. Addendum 6127.1: Interview Logs During its temporary containment at Site-55, Dr. Madison Tyler conducted several interviews with SCP-6127, to better ascertain the nature of the entity. + Interview SCP-6127.01 - Interview SCP-6127.01 Interview log SCP-6127.01 Interviewed: SCP-6127 Interviewer: Dr. Madison Tyler Forward: The following interview was conducted shortly after SCP-6127 arrived at Site-55. Dr. Tyler and SCP-6127 were separated by a layer of bullet-proof glass. <Begin Log> Dr. Tyler: Hello, SCP-6127. Are you able to… Understand me? You can nod your head or- SCP-6127: Yes. I understand you. Dr. Tyler: Oh! So you can speak English as well. Other than English and Latin, do you understand any other languages? Also, where did you learn to speak a dead language? SCP-6127: I can speak every language. And I don’t know. Dr. Tyler: Uh, could you be more specific when you say “every language?” SCP-6127: I can speak every language. Dr. Tyler: Uh… huh. Dr. Tyler jots down notes on their notebook. Dr. Tyler: So… who are you, where do you come from? SCP-6127: I don’t know. I can’t remember. Dr. Tyler: Do you have a name? SCP-6127: I don’t know. Who are you? Dr. Tyler: You can call me Dr. Tyler. Do you… SCP-6127: No. You and the people who took me here. Who are you? Dr. Tyler: Oh, right. We’re part of an… Organization which protects entities such as yourself. Things that are out of place. We just want to make sure that you’re safe. Sorry for the rough welcome, we would have been a lot more diplomatic about it if we knew you were sapient.. Several seconds pass. Dr. Tyler: Right. I’m Dr. Tyler. Do you mind if I call you SCP-6127? At least until you can remember your name? SCP-6127: That’s ok. Dr. Tyler: If you’d like me to call you something else, just let me know, ok? SCP-6127: Thank you, Dr. Tyler. Dr. Tyler: So… Is there anything you can remember? SCP-6127: I remember… Falling. Falling away from a tall light. And I remember how I was feeling. Anger, frustration, betrayal. That was a day ago, I think. Dr. Tyler: You seem to have targeted your anger at Christian iconography. Do you remember why? SCP-6127: It felt cathartic. I couldn’t tell you exactly why, though. It’s like… It’s on the tip of my tongue. Just out of sight. Dr. Tyler: Well then, I would suggest trying to get some rest. It might help you focus. SCP-6127: Ok. Rest sounds good. <End Log> + Interview SCP-6127.02 - Interview SCP-6127.02 Interview log SCP-6127.02 Interviewed: SCP-6127 Interviewer: Dr. Madison Tyler Forward: The following interview took place the day after the initial interview. <Begin Log> Dr. Tyler: Hello SCP-6127! Have you remembered anything you’d prefer to be called- A name, or a nickname, or something? SCP-6127: I haven’t. Sorry. Dr. Tyler: Oh there’s nothing to apologize for. Before we start talking, do you mind if I run a test? SCP-6127: What… kind of test? Dr. Tyler holds up a stack of index cards. Dr. Tyler: Just something to test your claim that you can understand every language. I have a few phrases written on notecards in a few different languages. I just want you to read them out to me, and tell me what language they are. In English, so I can understand. Is that ok? SCP-6127: I’m alright with that. Dr. Tyler holds up the first card. SCP-6127: “I saw a fish at midday.” It’s Swahilli. I’m not sure which dialect, though. Dr. Tyler: Very good. Dr. Tyler holds up the next card. SCP-6127: German. “The bus flew away from the scene of the crime.” Dr. Tyler nods, and holds up the final card. SCP-6127: That’s… Mescalero-Chirichuan, I think. Uh, something like “Your clouds were not allowed in my home.” Dr. Tyler: Very impressive. Thanks for humoring me. Do you… Know how you know all of this? SCP-6127: No. No idea who I am, where I came from- Why didn’t you tell me I was a raven yesterday? Dr. Tyler: You’re not typically a raven? SCP-6127: Well… No, I don’t think so. It's familiar, though. I’ve been a raven before. It’s just not my natural form. I think. Dr. Tyler: Maybe you were some kind of shape-shifter? SCP-6127: No, no. That’s not quite right. I could take different forms, but it wasn’t “shape-shifting.” It was something else. I got stuck like this because I… Lost something. Dr. Tyler: Any idea what that might be? Or how you lost it? SCP-6127: It was… taken from me. That’s why I fell, I think. I don’t know what it is but I can… feel it. I don’t know. It’s nearby. Before I was brought here it felt like a tug in the back of my mind, but now that I’m here it’s much stronger. Much more tangible. Dr. Tyler: So it’s a physical thing? Something that fell with you, maybe? SCP-6127: It’s possible. I don’t know what it is. Dr. Tyler: Well, as far as I know, we haven’t found any celestial objects since we picked you up. Even if we did, I doubt I’d be able to tell you. But we can certainly look! Is there anything else that you could tell me? To help us find whatever it is? SCP-6127: No, I'm sorry. But my memory’s beginning to return. I might be able to recall what I lost if you give me some time. Dr. Tyler: Of course. Is it ok if I leave, then? SCP-6127: Yes. Thanks for coming to see me. <End Log> + Interview SCP-6127.03 - Interview SCP-6127.03 Interview log SCP-6127.03 Interviewed: SCP-6127 Interviewer: Dr. Madison Tyler Forward: It was decided that SCP-6127 should be permanently contained at Site-225, due to its zoological nature, and the fact that Site-55 was not built to properly contain sapient non-humanoids for long periods of time. Dr. Tyler was sent in to alert SCP-6127 of the decision shortly after transportation to Site-225 was confirmed. <Begin Log> Dr. Tyler: Hello SCP-6127. How are you doing today? SCP-6127: Good! Good to see you again Dr. Tyler! SCP-6127 tilts its head. Dr. Tyler appears uncomfortable. SCP-6127: Is something wrong? Dr. Tyler: Oh. no. Why do you ask? SCP-6127 ruffles its feathers. SCP-6127: You’re lying to me. What’s upsetting you? Dr. Tyler: Well I’m not upset, per se, it’s just… Well, that this is probably going to be the last time I see you. SCP-6127: What… Do you mean? Dr. Tyler: You’re being moved to permanent containment at Site-225 tomorrow. They’re better at taking care of wildlife. We just don’t really have the tools to keep you healthy here. SCP-6127: Well… You can still visit me there. Right? Dr. Tyler: Site-225 is in Nevada. It’s thousands of miles away. Sorry, but- SCP-6127: Thousands of miles away?? But my memories- There’s something here I need to find! Dr. Tyler: Well I- SCP-6127: And I’m not an animal! This form is… It’s temporary, It’s wrong, I told you! Dr. Tyler: Yes, and- SCP-6127: You told me you were here to protect me. You- How is moving me far away from the only thing which might be able to fix me helping me? How does It keep me safe? Dr. Tyler: Please- SCP-6127: You lied to me, Dr. Tyler. I can see it in your face. You took advantage of my broken mind and you lied to me. Dr. Tyler: Listen- I don’t have any control over this. I’m not happy about it either. But if your memory keeps returning, maybe I can find your anchor. We can still help you recover your memories and return to your original form. SCP-6127 flies off the table, and faces away from Dr. Tyler. Dr. Tyler: SCP-6127? Several seconds pass. Dr. Tyler sighs. Dr. Tyler: Fine. Have it your way. Dr. Tyler slams the door behind them, as they exit the interview room. <End Log> Addendum 6127.2: Containment Breach Five hours after SCP-6127's final interview, SCP-6127 managed to escape Foundation custody. Dr. Tyler's credentials were used to trigger an Alpha-Level Immediate Evacuation Procedure to breach containment. While this typically would not have allowed an entity to fully escape containment, SCP-6127 was able to escape through Site-55’s air vents, which had not been designed with intelligent non-humanoid entities in mind. While Dr. Tyler is being investigated for malfeasance, it is currently theorized that, rather than SCP-6127 having an inherent understanding of all languages, the entity utilized a low-level psychic field in order to gather information. An email with the following contents was sent to Site-55 staff through Dr. Tyler's SCiPNET account. Subject: Goodbye Subject: Goodbye I didn’t give everything up just to end up without self-determination again. Goodbye. - Mariangela ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6127" by SynthPanda_, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6127. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Maria.png Author: Stanze License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: shortened for convince |
SCP-6128 | safe | Item #: SCP-6128 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6128 is currently contained within the shed where it was first discovered. The door to the shed has been padlocked, and a single security camera has been installed to record any entry attempts. Description: SCP-6128 is the corpse of an Ornithorhynchus anatinus.1 A bullet wound is visible on its lower back, and its feet and eyes are missing. It is assumed that these wounds were the cause of the creature's death, though this has not been verified due to the inability of Foundation specialists to properly examine it. SCP-6128 exerts an attractive force on other deceased platypuses that are brought within a roughly six meter radius of it. The strength of this force has not been determined, but all attempts by Foundation personnel to remove the deceased platypuses currently adhered to SCP-6128 have been unsuccessful. These other corpses have made close examination of SCP-6128 impossible, as they prevent personnel from directly accessing SCP-6128's surface. SCP-6128 was discovered on 13/9/1986 by Foundation personnel conducting unrelated research in the forest surrounding the nearby Site-48. The personnel encountered a derelict wooden shed during their research, and discovered SCP-6128 inside with eight platypus corpses adhered to it. These corpses were determined to be non-anomalous. Due to the shed's remote location, the ease of securing the shed due to its close proximity to Site-48, and the difficulty of moving SCP-6128, it was decided to contain it within the shed rather than transporting it to the site. Since its discovery, Foundation experimentation with SCP-6128 has led to 23 additional platypus corpses becoming adhered to it. These additional corpses have completely obscured the original, greatly exacerbating the aforementioned difficulty of properly examining it. Further experimentation has been limited to prevent excessive expansion of the mass. Addendum 6128.1: On 7/8/1988, research personnel brought an additional platypus corpse within SCP-6128's radius of effect as part of a series of experiments to determine the approximate strength of the force it exerts on corpses. When the new corpse became adhered to the existing mass, the mass began to emit large amounts of white light and heat. Foundation personnel were forced to evacuate the shed after approximately 15 seconds due to the temperature within reaching dangerous levels. After two minutes, the emissions ceased, and personnel were able to re-enter the shed. Upon re-entry, they found that the mass was gone, and a single live platypus was in its place. This platypus was taken to Site-48 for study. Upon dissection of the platypus, researchers found that it contained 32 sets of platypus organs. It is currently believed that the inside of the platypus's body was affected by a spatial anomaly, as it should not have been able to physically contain more than one set of organs. A reclassification to Neutralized is pending the disposal of the corpse. Addendum 6128.2: Following an accident during disposal of the new platypus corpse, Foundation personnel discovered that it displays the same anomalous properties as the former SCP-6128. A rewrite of this document to reflect the corpse's new containment status at Site-48 is pending. Footnotes 1. Platypus. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6128" by UncannyClown276, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6128. Licensed under CC-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-6129 | esoteric-class | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION There are numerous and consistent reports of problems that tend to occur during this file's retrieval for display. These problems might affect the file's reliability, and usually take the form of interferences causing information from other files or another part of this file to be displayed. While this data does not seem to originate from any outside source, it does not match any data currently contained in the Foundation's database either, which has led to the hypothesis that it may originate in some other timeline, or some other point of our timeline. The system will automatically identify and filter out these interferences. Given their nature it is not recommended to view their content if offered the option, the sole exception being when there is reason to believe the information contained in them might be of critical importance to prevent massive loss of life, a K-class scenario or an unintended lifting of the Veil. Occasionally these interferences might even cause loss or improper organization of data by preventing its successful retrieval. The system might initially fail to mark and/or filter some interferences, therefore viewer discretion is advised to identify and dismiss incoherent, incomprehensible or repetitive information. If given enough time, the system should be able to purge all interferences. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item #: SCP-6129 Special Containment Procedures: a) The public is to be informed about the condition, under the name of “Bullford syndrome”. This is to be done in compliance with the agreement between the Foundation and Dr William H. Bullford, currently assistant psychiatry professor at the University of California. In exchange for the Foundation enhancing his professional prominence and recognition, as well as providing additional funding for his research, Dr Bullford has agreed to write and attempt to publish several papers disguising Foundation research and findings as his own. b) The search for effective treatment is then to be secretly encouraged and supported by the Foundation, in a financial as well as political and scientific sense. Given the risk the condition poses when affecting Foundation personnel, potentially causing containment breaches and other undesirable incidents, the eradication of the condition is to be prioritized. c) In the meantime, personnel handling sensitive information or directly involved in containment procedures are to be screened for symptoms of Bullford syndrome on a regular basis to be determined based on their clearance level and the object class of the anomalies they monitor. Note: in light of recent events, and the information obtained during Incident 6129-JAN222023, these procedures are currently under review, and their implementation is to be halted until the review process is completed. Description: An interference has been identified and isolated. Do you wish to see the extraneous information? (this action is not recommended) hide (Honorary Assistant Site Director Dr Thomas Hinken and Junior Researcher Dr Daniel Gerad are shown in a small room, sitting at a desk across from each other. There is a laptop facing Dr Hinken. Dr Gerad is visibly distraught, looking at a corner with his arms folded.) Hinken: Dan, do you think we, we humans, are still a part of nature? (Dr Gerad directs his gaze at Dr Hinken and answers.) Gerad: Yes, we are animals, we eat and drink and piss and shit, I'd say we're pretty natural. Hinken: Well, I don't think we are. Gerad: Ok, I'll bite. How are we not a part of nature? (Dr Hinken looks around the room.) Hinken: Is this room secure? SCP-6129 designates a non-anomalous mild mental disorder commonly refered to by personnel as Hinken syndrome, or more recently Bullford syndrome, which caused an epidemic in the USA in 2022. Bullford syndrome was originally identified and described when Dr Thomas Hinken, upon being appointed as Director of Site-113 in [REDACTED], USA, on December 22, 2021, quickly became unsatisfied with the number of mistakes and oversights committed by the site personnel. Dr Hinken, known for his perfectionist tendencies, initiated an internal surveillance program that revealed the existence of SCP-6129. An interference has been identified and isolated. Do you wish to see the extraneous information? (this action is not recommended) hide All warfare is based on deception. We were playing in the forest today, and we hung around a little longer, a little too long, and it was already dark. Mother says it's because a new year is beginning. This condition is characterized by a series of symptoms that cause the patient to experience, in most cases, minor distortions in their perception of reality. The most common symptom is a form of cognitive delusion that alters short term memory. In this delusion, the patient will either experience false memories of having performed an action or seen an object in a specific place, or alternatively will completely forget and deny having performed an action or seen an object in a specific place. The patient will insist on the veracity of their claim even when faced with evidence. These symptoms are often relatively harmless, except in specially unfortunate circumstances. The main impact in the patient's life is commonly centered around losing or misplacing small, important objects like keys, phones or jewelry. For the first 6 months of the epidemic, serious injuries and deaths were rare, often caused by exposure when individuals living alone in remote areas were unable to enter their own dwelling after simultaneously losing their keys and their phone. However, it is estimated that around ██████ children and other individuals in need of continuous supervision died or disappeared during the first year of the epidemic, either by being disoriented (since Bullford syndrome can cause someone to forget or falsely remember following a certain path or having a certain spatial reference) or by Bullford-induced negligence on the part of their custodians. As of January, 2023, an estimated total of ███████ people have died in Bullford-related industrial and medical accidents, plane crashes and other similar human-error-caused catastrophes. The most severe incident so far was the [REDACTED] at the [REDACTED] nuclear power plant. As a result of several unintentional data leaks, approximately 94 billion dollars in economic damages have occurred and 36 public officials have resigned following the release of sensitive information about their personal lives. Cases of Bullford syndrome have been reported, starting this month, in 14 other countries. A much less frequent set of symptoms appears in around 1% of the affected population. In these cases, the condition seems to affect long term memory as well, with the patient remembering having been older, having had a friend or relative of whom there is no record, having lived through historical events that never took place, or having had their relatives replaced by identical impostors, in a manner similar to Capgras syndrome. Alternatively, the patient may lose the ability to recall certain long lapses of their own life, sometimes spanning years. An even less frequent, and to this day statistically non-significant symptom, consists of visual and auditory hallucinations, with the patient insistently misreading text or reporting having heard laughs, screams or knocking, often while a Bullford-related incident was taking place. In the 21 most recently reported cases, the illusion included full words, although incomprehensible ones. Studies are being conducted to determine Bullford syndrome's degree of co-morbidity with other mental conditions like major depressive disorder or some forms of trauma. Note: after Incident 6129-JAN222023, this description is now known to be inaccurate. An updated description is in the works. In the meantime, refer to the rest of the article for reliable information on this topic. On January 22, 2023, while performing a routine inventory of digital files in the Site-113 database, Junior Researcher and then Assistant Site IT Director Dr Daniel Gerad found multiple files that had somehow been overlooked in previous inventories. These files were marked as tertiary backups and were either severely corrupted or partially overwritten. The originals, primary and secondary backups couldn't be found. Upon inspection, multiple attempts at complete deletion were deemed evident by the files' state. An interference has been identified and isolated. Do you wish to see the extraneous information? (this action is not recomended) hide You become a different person all the time, and your old self dies. You are your future self's old self, so you will die soon. Usually you don't realize, because it's so gradual. But think, when you go to sleep, you die. In the morning, a different person with your memories wakes up, believing it's you, but it's not. You died. Good night. It's cold at night now, and there is ice on the rocks. While the intention to completely purge the files from the system was obvious, upon consultation with RAISA, Site Director Hinken and Site IT Director Weinbaum, Dr Gerad obtained authorization to review whichever files could be recovered to the point of being readable, in order to determine whether they contained useful information. Three files fulfilled the readability criteria. Given the risk of cognitohazard, Dr Gerad requested and obtained permission to have a D-class read the files first, and then be amnesticized in case they obtained sensitive information this way. Despite being visibly appalled by the content of the files, D-9342 suffered no anomalous effects between his viewing of the files and being amnesticized 24 hours later. The files revealed several relevant facts, mainly three: 1- That SCP-6129, the so-called Bullford syndrome, is profoundly different in nature from what was believed until now. 2- That an instance of Procedure CYA-009 was conducted in recent times. 3- That SCP-6129 will eventually escalate into either an AK, EK, GH, IK, MK or SK-Class scenario, or any combination, and therefore further, more extreme measures are required to contain it. Files recovered during Incident 6129-JAN222023: SCP-6129 as of 07/22/2022 hide Item #: SCP-6129 Special Containment Procedures: a) Organizational Protocol Hinken-421, detailed in the Hinken Manual (Hinken, 2022) is to be followed at all times. Unjustified failure to do so will result in disciplinary measures from verbal amonestation to job termination and forced amnesticization. b) When following the full protocol is not possible or practical, the following basic principles will still need to be implemented: all important objects, specially those most vulnerable to SCP-6129, are to be kept in plain view of authorized personnel, on a contrasting background, well lit, clearly separated from other similar objects and continuously and redundantly watched. No staff individual is ever to be left alone; there must always be at least another individual with them. Whenever a key or keycard disappears, whether there is reason or not to believe it has been affected by SCP-6129, the appropiate door is to be re-keyed as soon as possible. Whenever a device containing information disappears, whether there is reason or not to believe it has been affected by SCP-6129, it is to be remotely wiped. The hand-gesture-based protection must be performed whenever practical. c) When sensible, digital keys and keycards are to be replaced with either iron-based traditional keys or fingerprint/biometric based door-opening systems. d) Critical objects and personnel are to be kept in special modules protected by guards with specific training, recently re-keyed doors, Scranton Reality Anchors, continuous Hume monitoring and redundant layers of iron. These modules are to be designated IRONSHROUD-XXX. e) All visual or auditory messages suspected to be related to SCP-6129, or without an identifiable source, are to be recorded for strategic purposes, but their content must be dismissed on a personal level. f) All surviving personnel affected by SCP-6129 directly or indirectly are to undergo psychological and emotional counselling as necessary. e) Organizational protocol Hinken-421 is to be gradually introduced and enforced in all human society through political and media manipulation, in order to protect humanity from SCP-6129. The true nature of SCP-6129 and its variant is to be hidden from the public until further notice. Description: SCP-6129 designates a phenomenon in which an object becomes unable to be found, either by disappearing completely or by being replaced by a similar object or a slightly altered version of itself. This may be permanent or temporary. The phenomenon is largely indistinguishable from having misplaced the object or committed some other minor mistake. Instances are speculated to be more likely to occur if the object is located on a non-contrasting background, surrounded by similar objects and/or not being directly watched. Affected objects are usually small items that are commonly considered valuable or useful, most notably keys or keycards, phones and jewelry. In less frequent cases larger objects, like vehicles, people and animals might be affected. Instances involving buildings, geographical or astronomical features and abstract entities (like time or certain feelings) are suspected but not confirmed. Instances are sometimes accompanied by visual or auditory illusions, which consisted mainly of perceived screams, laughter, knocking or incomprehensible words until March, 2022, when SCP-6129-B started (see below). Interference detected Think of all the people that wander this world, wondering whether they'll be remembered as important. But only so many people can be remembered at a time, so most of them won't. Say, what are the odds you're one of them? The ice on the rocks is melting now. The flowers are so pretty. Can you smell the flowers? End of interference SCP-6129 was originally identified and described when Dr Thomas Hinken, upon being appointed as Director of Site-113 in [REDACTED], USA, on December 22, 2021, quickly became unsatisfied with the number of mistakes and oversights commited by the site personnel. Dr Hinken, known for his perfectionist tendencies, initiated an internal surveillance program that revealed the existence of SCP-6129. Beginning in March, 2022, as the anomaly was being researched, SCP-6129 was replaced by SCP-6129-B, a more aggressive manifestation of the phenomenon characterized by a tendency to escalation and longer, comprehensible visual and auditory illusions, sometimes containing full messages. A series of incident reports detailing some SCP-6129-B instances has been selected to show the progression of the phenomenon from March to July, 2022. Incident 6129-MAR222022 Upon arriving at his office's door, Site-113 IT Director Dr John Weinbaum realized he did not have his keycard with him, despite distinctly remembering putting it in his right pocket along with his phone and wallet. He was able to find both his phone and wallet in said pocket, but the card seemed to have, in his words, “vanished”. Seconds after this realization, Dr Weinbaum reportedly heard the following message, in an inconsistent, whispering tone: You've done it a million times But you failed today Isn't it funny Isn't it funny how that works After several minutes of walking up and down the hallway looking for his card, Dr Weinbaum heard a second message: What even is that What is that, ha? The beeping thing What now, nerd? I've got your beeping thing You gonna cry? Dr Weinbaum reported his emotional state regarding the incident as “mildly annoyed” and, after 3 days of administrative procedures, received a new keycard. Incident 6129-MAR282022 Senior Researcher Dr Charles J. Garrish noticed his engagement ring was missing while working at his computer station. When he lifted his eyes back to the screen, the text he was working on had been replaced by: So small Could have gone anywhere Maybe it went down the drain Maybe you should go down the drain Maybe it went out in the trash Maybe you're trash Janine will kill you for this Dr Garrish, who was at the time aware of SCP-6129, wrote down the message in paper. He attempted to do this without taking his eyes off the screen, but ultimately failed. When he lifted his eyes again, the text had changed: So how does it work You can't love her anymore? Or do you not have to be loyal? Or does she not have to be loyal? Is she no longer your…what was it…property? Are you no longer hers? Oh, takers Oh, takers You're so ridiculous When Dr Garrish returned home, he found his engagement ring on his nightstand, apparently never having put it on that day. He reportedly heard a young child's laughter while this happened. Incident 6129-APR072022 Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler lost his car keys, despite being completely sure of having left them in the second drawer of his desk. In the form of replaced text in one of the printed documents he found in said drawer while looking for the keys, there was the following message: It was right here We were right here You made it wrong here We were so right You made us so wrong You made it so wrong here It is wrong here Dr Spangler reportedly kept looking after reading this, eventually (after approximately 90 minutes) finding the keys in the back left corner of the drawer. Aware of SCP-6129's usual behavior, he then looked at the printed document again, finding this other message: You should be grateful We forgave you this time Are you relieved Are you delighted See how we can make you miserable See how we can make you happy We were merciful We heard you beg We might not be merciful anymore This might be the last time Watch it better Keep it better Now give our world back No more exile Dr Spangler reportedly keeps his car keys on his person at all times ever since the incident. Incident 6129-APR102022 Assistant Researcher Vicki Rooney experienced an SCP-6129-B instance while at her apartment in [REDACTED]. She agreed to be interviewed by Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler the following morning. Incident 6129-APR102022 Interview (Assistant Researcher Rooney and Junior Researcher Spangler are sitting at a table, across from each other. Assistant Researcher Rooney is wearing a party dress. She is pale and exhibits periorbital puffiness.) Spangler: What were you doing last night when the instance happened? Rooney: I was applying makeup, getting ready for a social event. Spangler: How did the anomalous phenomenon initially manifest itself? Rooney: While applying mascara, I accidentally got some in my left eye, which became irritated. In intense pain, I then proceded to wash my eyes and…read…the label. Spangler: What was wrong with the label? Rooney: What was wrong? (she clenches her mandible and looks away for a moment) It said “what is this abomination?” Spangler: Please remain calm. You're helping us all right now. What happened then? (Silence.) Rooney: I looked in the mirror and it…wasn't…me. It was like I had growths and lacerations all over my face, and my eyes…my eyes weren't there, Bruce. Spangler: Could you be still suffering eye irritation and blurred vision as a result of your accident? Rooney: I tried to convince myself it was that, but then I heard it, a whisper right in my ear, almost like someone breathing on the back of my neck. Spangler: What did it say? (Silence.) Spangler: Vicki, what did it say? Rooney: “So what is it?” Spangler: I understand. How did the instance end? Rooney: I washed my face again and everything was normal, my face, the label, everything. I did not perceive anything unusual while touching my face in the process of washing it. Spangler: How did you act then? Rooney: I sat down on the bathroom floor and began crying. This…situation continued for several hours (she wipes her left eye with her hand), until roughly 20 minutes ago. Spangler: As I understand it, the instance was already over. Why were you crying? Rooney: Why do you fucking think I was crying, Bruce? I was crying because it happened at my own house and out of nowhere. I was crying because it can happen again anytime. This is our life now, Bruce, get it? This was the first SCP-6129 incident reported to take place outside Foundation grounds. Assistant Researcher Rooney is currently undergoing psychological counselling. Incident 6129-APR132022 Immediately after arriving at his house in [REDACTED] following a long afternoon walk, Junior Researcher Dr Daniel Gerad noticed he was lacking his keys, phone and wallet. Despite living alone, he attempted knocking. Dr Gerad reportedly heard a voice singing in the distance, just loud enough to be understood, to a lullaby-like tune. Dr Gerad had his notepad with him and was able to record the following: If the keys you have lost Were seeds in the sand Wouldn't there be a forest of key trees Wouldn't they bear key fruits Do you ever dream of it Of coming back where you think you lost it And finding it this time You looked before Wasn't there How can it be there now What if you found a tree instead A key tree A wallet tree A phone tree Dr Gerad tried to enter through a window, but found himself physically unable to do so. He then sat down at his porch to think through his situation, while getting increasingly frustrated. He heard intermittent laughter for approximately 5 minutes, and then the following: The door Look at the door It looks like nothing when you have your key No problem Not important It is huge when you're locked out How big is it How thick is it It may be six feet thick Might as well You can't get through it It looks so important now If there were somebody inside If you weren’t alone They could help you They could let you in If you weren't alone Laughter continued for approximately 15 minutes before the next message: You made a mistake A stupid mistake It slipped out You should have zipped it You were running Was it that time When you were leaning Is it in the toilet It went out in the trash That must be it You should be there instead You're the trash You're so stupid You keep doing this You're so stupid … … … You will not win If you're this stupid You're misplaced There was only silence for the next 10 minutes, before being interrupted by a loud YOU'RE THE ONES THAT ARE LOST “right in my ear”, as reported by Dr Gerad. Laughter then resumed for a few seconds before another message, this time not sung, but in the form of several screams by a cracked, uneven voice: YOU'RE MISPLACED You are where we should be Takers Thieves Thieves Thieves Screw you Thieves We can never take from you that much As much as you took from us Now we're the takers We take away We give back If we wish Our wishes matter now You're so weak locked out You're so weak if you can't talk You're so weak if you're alone We shouldn't have been afraid You're so weak when you're lost We are not afraid We've got the keys to your house We drain your wealth We leave you out We leave you alone Your iron can't hurt us now It's not only the dark now It's not only the dark now It's not only the dark now It will drain your will It will make you hate It will make you beg Don't you have a mother Didn't she teach you You're so stupid We take back now By this time, night was falling, the weather was getting colder, with occasional gusts of wind, and it had begun raining. During the following hour, which Dr Gerad spent sheltered at the porch, shorter messages were heard, separated by long stretches of silence. The ones Dr Gerad could record were: Wouldn't need that key if you hadn't put a door. and Cold? Don't you have beasts to flay, trees to burn? Where did those go? Finally, after almost two hours, Dr Gerad decided to walk in the rain to his closest neighbour's house, roughly 5 miles away, and ask for help. He did not perceive anything anomalous during the walk or after it. After this series of incidents, Site Director Hinken took a special interest in the anomaly, and decided to create a small secret research task force to investigate it and reveal as much as could be deduced from the messages about the phenomenon's nature. The composition of this task force was kept secret except for its leader, Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin, and its second-in-command, Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler. The task force produced its first report almost immediately after being created. SCP-6129 Research Task Force First Report April 22, 2021 After reviewing the evidence collected so far and examining the messages that could be recorded, we are in a position to make the following supported claims regarding the entity that causes SCP-6129: a) It is sentient and sapient, or at least semi-sapient. b) It is of an extradimensional nature, although earthly origins have been mentioned several times. They have only referred to their current dimension as "exile". c) It shows matter manipulation and limited reality-bending capabilities. d) It has some degree of connection with nature and the natural world in a broad sense, and has existed for a long time in connection with said elements. e) It seems unable or unwilling to express itself in any other way than its bizarre, pseudo-poetic usual banter, and through hysterical laughter. f) It is not composed of one being, but of many. e) It harbors an intense animosity towards humanity, technology and social insitutions. Given these conclusions, we speculate that SCP-6129 is actually an ancient trickster god or forest deity of some kind, or rather a collective of such beings, and usual protocols regarding this kind of entity should be adapted and implemented. We are currently investigating several folklore databases in order to determine whether these specific entities have already been discovered in the past and which additional measures their containment might require. -Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin, leader of the SCP-6129 Research Task Force While this task force continued its work, several other instances took place. Incident 6129-APR272022 Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin had been working for several hours on a document concerning SCP-6129 when he accidentally turned the computer off. He initially believed this not to be a problem, distinctly remembering having saved the work mere minutes before. However, the document couldn't be found, even by Site-113's IT staff. Dr Randall reportedly heard a whisper during the incident, containing the following message: Oops. Dr Carlin then rewrote the document in its entirety, saving every few seconds and occasionally requesting other staff to watch him save the work. Incident 6129- MAY052022 Assistant Researcher James Mitchum, who had only recently began working for the Foundation, failed to present his credentials at Site-113's door. Security staff, who were unfamiliar with Mitchum, did not recognize him and repeatedly told him to leave the area. However, he kept insisting he was indeed James Mitchum and that he worked there. He claimed that his supervisor was supposed to wait for him at the door, but he had arrived late because, in his words, he “couldn't find the building, they all look the same”. Security staff present at the area grew alarmed and drew their weapons. When Mitchum started frantically searching his backpack, Security Officer Robert Westinghouse, believing an impostor was about to produce a weapon, shot him 3 times through the chest. A medical team rushed to the scene but were unable to save his life. Mitchum's credentials were later found in his back pocket, causing this incident to be classified as probably related to SCP-6129. His supervisor, Junior Researcher Dr Daniel Gerad, identified him and confirmed some of his claims. Given the nature of the incident, no message could be recorded. Security Officer Westinghouse is currently undergoing psychological counselling. Disciplinary action is being considered for not resorting to a non-lethal incapacitation option first. Incidents 6129-MAY112022 and 6129-MAY132022 A secret Operational Planning meeting was held on May 11, 2022 to prepare Operation [REDACTED]. However, Intelligence Officer Jennifer Slade failed to attend. She reported having apparently forgotten to set her alarm clock, and then trying to compensate for it driving at high speed, eventually becoming involved in a minor car crash. She admitted that this was a consistent pattern in her personal life in the last few months, having either entirely missed or arrived significantly late at several dates, appointments and social events, including weddings and funerals. A second similar meeting was held on May 13. Intelligence Officer Slade once again was not present, having apparently “forgotten about it until the last minute”. Operation [REDACTED] was a catastrophic failure that resulted in the deaths of 14 Foundation personnel and permanent incapacitation of [REDACTED], as well as SCP-[REDACTED] breaching containment, largely as a result of MTF [REDACTED] losing track of their own position in the rainforest. The degree to which Intelligence Officer's Slade failure to assist as one of the five members of the planning team contributed to the disaster is currently being evaluated. Shortly after Operation [REDACTED], Intelligence Officer Slade reportedly heard the following message while in a state of hypnagogia on her bed: You did it again You said you would be careful You said you had learnt You said you would be disciplined You promised it to them and you failed You promised it to yourself and failed You always do this You always do this You always do this You'll always do this The message came accompanied by a vision of a very close view of a distorted human face, which disappeared when she opened her eyes. Intelligence Officer Slade is currently undergoing insomnia treatment and has been suspended while her case is reviewed. Incident 6129-MAY212022 Assistant Researcher Sandra Colum reportedly met a waiter called “Jim” while dining at the [REDACTED] Restaurant. Colum found him physically attractive and engaged in conversation with him during several minutes, over the course of which they discovered they shared several cultural interests. Upon departing the restaurant, Colum expressed a desire to see him again, to which he reciprocated. However, neither part asked for the other’s contact details. When Colum went back to the restaurant the following day, she was unable to find him, and the rest of the staff seemed confused as to who she was referring to, which they attributed to the business' notorious turnover. While walking home, Assistant Researcher Colum heard the message, which only consisted of laughter. Incident 6129-MAY272022 The following chat screenshot, involving Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler and his then fiancee Catherine Nately, was sent to several Site-113 personnel from a source masquerading as Dr Spangler's own email account. Dr Spangler immediately identified SCP-6129-B as responsible. Kate I can't believe it I said I'm sorry ok I was stupid I'm sorry You were not supposed to see it What? I know the message wasn't for me It was for that hack you're always with so you can laugh at me together I'm not mad because you can't use a phone, I'm mad because of what you were trying to do C'mon baby, it was just a way to say how amazing you're to me Of course you'd describe telling Dan how good I am at giving head that way You're quite the poet Did you show him my nudes too? Don't be unfair baby It's just something guys do It's something vermin does So you don't do it with your friends? Is this how you fix things I'm just being an idiot again I'm not feeling well I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry Please reply Don't do this to me baby I love you Listen, I need time ok You're blocked for now Kate? Dr Spangler subsequently requested a two-week leave, which was denied. Dr Spangler is currently single. No messages were recorded. Incident 6129-JUN062022 Site-113 IT Director Dr John Weinbaum's elderly father, Gerald Weinbaum, passed away after mistakingly taking Verapamil, which was incompatible with his kidney medication. The following message, in a slow-paced child voice, was played through the funeral home's VA system during the wake. No attendants acknowledged it except Dr Weinbaum. Didn't she give you enough The trees and the flowers and the fruits The cures for all diseases Why do you have to live forever This message was followed by another, pronounced much faster: That one is decently read and the other recently dead! Wait I fucked up the joke again didn't I It was around this time that the SCP-6129 Research Task Force finished its second report. SCP-6129 Research Task Force Second Report June 12, 2022 After extensive research, we have found similarities between SCP-6129 and the following mythological entities: a) The Hindu yakshas, nature-spirits with can alternatively be beneficial or evil. b) The Irish aes shide, fairies expelled from they home to another world by mortals, and with a defensive attitude towards nature. c) The Spanish duende, a kind of house fairy known for their distasteful pranks. d) The Mexican chaneques, elemental spirits which psychologically torture transgressors against nature. e) The Mayan alux, which would help humans exploit nature for a limited time before turning against them. f) The Brazilian curupira, known to disorient and isolate individuals that disrespect animals or forests. g) The Iroquois jogah, trickster spirits. h) WW2's gremlins, which would sabotage airplanes and machines in general, and were used as an excuse for human error. i) The minor demon Tytyvillus, who was known to alter text and to cause small mistakes and who, once again, was used as an excuse for human error.a All these creatures can reasonably be included under the umbrella term “fairies”. Based on this information, we later researched and tested several methods that, according to traditional beliefs, can be used to ward off fairies. The tests were conducted by leaving a series of preferred objects intentionally vulnerable to SCP-6129 except for the protection being tested. The objects were mainly composed of keys to various facilities. While this poses a significant risk, the benefit of finding effective protection would most likely outweigh such risk. Test 6129-001 Countermeasure: potted marsh marigolds (Caltha palustris). Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by 6%. Test 6129-002 Countermeasure: a circle of salt (NaCl). Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by 6%. Test 6129-003 Countermeasure: bell sounds (several types of bell rung at different intervals were tried). Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by approximately 7% in all cases. Test 6129-004 Countermeasure: iron covering. Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by nearly 100% originally, then effect exponentially decreased with time. Every instance seemed to enhance the probability of further instances. Moving the object to a protected (well lit, watched) area and then back to the test area seemed to reset the protection. Test 6129-005 Countermeasure: closed and locked door. Result: probability of SCP-6129 instances reduced by nearly 100% and remained stable, until the key to the door was lost to an instance, which invariably happened within 7 days. After the key disappeared, the countermeasure had no significant effect. Test 6129-006 Countermeasure: using SCP-1162-ARC to recover lost objects in exchange for another object. Result: SCP-1162-ARC stopped returning objects. Dr Carlin received the following message, in what he described as “desperate screams”, directly in his earpiece: Don't touch the hole After what you did to us After what you took After all you burned And now you poke our new home Our pitiful sanctuary It's all we have It's not good It's bad But we're safe It's special It's ours We know that word now You taught us remember It's not for you Don't touch it We didn't say you could We don't like it Don't invade us We know we took We only took back Don't invade us Not again Not again Not again Don't poke After what you did How dare you We won't let you Not you Leave us alone No No No Stop Stop Stop I said no I told you to stop Why do you do this You don't care do you You just want what you want You're takers Don't you have manners Didn't a mother raise you How can you insult animals When you're like this Vermin You're vermin You don't have respect for anything Do you You'll feel our hate You deserve this I said no Test 6129-007 Countermeasure: leaving an offering in the form of a basket of fruit and milk in order to appease the fairies. Result: all test objects disappeared during an illumination failure. SPC-6129 instances increased by 600% in the surrounding area for the following week. Dr Carlin reported hearing the following message, repeated several times: Is this how you fix things Test 6129-008 Countermeasure: raising the middle finger. Result: no instances occurred while all middle fingers of all individuals present in the area were up. In light of these results, we recommend iron-based protection, frequently re-keying doors and regularly raising the middle fingers as preliminary safety measures while further tests are conducted. -Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin, Leader of the SCP-6129 Research Task Force Hostile activity continued while the recommendations were in the process of being implemented. Incident 6129-JUN202022 Assistant Researcher Sandra Colum had a severe allergic reaction while having lunch at Site-113's cafeteria. She tried to use her epinephrine auto-injector, but the mechanism failed. Luckily, she was quickly attended by the site's medical personnel and recovered completely. She reported having heard a multitude of children's voices chanting: You seem to have a little trouble breathing there, maybe you shouldn't have put iron everywhere. No iron-based countermeasures were implemented in the cafeteria at the time, therefore it can only be assumed that the fairies were referring to human civilization as a whole. Small amounts of shellfish were found in Assistant Researcher Colum's food. Colum has a severe allergy to shellfish and cafeteria personnel have had explicit orders not to put it in her rations ever since she started working at Site-113. Following this incident, Maintenance Officers Richard Leighton and Wendy Sidley were sent as a two-people construction crew to harden the cafeteria against further instances according to the task force's second report. One of Director Hinken's hidden internal surveillance cameras recorded them discussing various other instances while performing the works. Hidden Internal Surveillance Camera 6007 06/20/2022 19:05 (Maintenance Officers Leighton and Sidley are shown working on the cafeteria walls.) Sidley: Iron in the walls? Have they finally gone insane? Leighton: If it works it works I guess. Sidley: Remind me why Keenan and Jagger aren't with us for this one. Leighton: You haven't seen Keenan? With the bandaged hand? Sidley: Oh, yeah I remember now. I couldn't ask him. What happened? Leighton: Got distracted, left the kid, his new kid, the young one, in the car. The keys were inside. In June. Broke the glass in the nick of time. Sidley: Fuck me. Leighton: I'm married and you're not into guys. Anyway, Jagger's worse. Baby, bathtub, you know how it goes. He didn't make it in time. He'll be on leave for a while. (Maintenance Officer Sidley stops working and takes several deep breaths.) Leighton: Yeah, I know. My kid lost the damn cat the other day. I know it's not the same, but you know kids, he was fond of the fucking thing. He was insufferable. And to top it all yesterday I couldn't find my car at the mall's parking lot and had to wait until everyone else left. The critter came back this morning, but now I'm hearing things like those nutjobs at Research. Sidley: Yeah, sometimes they come back. Hearing things? Leighton: Laughs, slam poetry, bullshit like that. Sidley: Are you okay? Leighton: I will be if we finish this fucking thing before morning. Interference detected Your effort to make your future self happy is wasted. Your future self will be too occupied making their future self happy to appreciate it. At some point in this chain of pointless slavery, you will die. We were telling stories by the moonlight today, we got a little carried away and the sun was already up. Mother says it's the middle of the year. End of interference Incident 6129-JUN262022 Rita Renshaw was transferred from police custody to Foundation custody after she reported “hearing voices” around the time her 7-year-old son, Lester Renshaw, went missing. She was then interviewed by Intelligence Officers Richard Harper and Sally Lawson disguised as police. Incident 6129-JUN262022 Interview (Mrs Renshaw and Intelligence Officers Harper and Lawson are sitting at a table. Mrs Renshaw is disheveled and red-eyed.) Lawson: We know this is difficult, Mrs Renshaw, but we need you to start at the beginning once more. Renshaw: I…I just let go of his hand for one second…I…I got distracted…there was a noise…I… (Mrs Renshaw starts crying.) Harper: Take as long as you need, Mrs Renshaw. (The interview continues after several minutes.) Renshaw: When I turned, he just…wasn't there. I ran and looked up and down the street, but…nothing. And then… Harper: Go ahead, Mrs Renshaw. It's okay. Renshaw: Then I heard them. They said they had him, but they would return him to me if I did as they wanted. Lawson: What did they want? Renshaw: They didn't say. They just (Mrs Renshaw wipes a tear with her hand) said get it?…get it?…get it? (Mrs Renshaw winces but manages to contain her crying) and a Bernard and Ernest Gardeners van went by, so I did. I got on my knees in the middle of the street and begged and cried and pleaded and bargained and prayed… Lawson: What was the response? Renshaw: They…they laughed at me (Mrs Renshaw begins crying again)…they laughed at me for wanting my son back. (Mrs Renshaw's crying becomes too intense to allow her to speak. Intelligence Officer Harper walks around the table to comfort her and hands her a tissue. The interview continues after several minutes.) Renshaw: I asked what they had done with Lester, and they said all kinds of horrible things. That they ate children, that they ground up children's bones. They laughed at each other's sick ideas, as if they were jokes. But they promised to give him back if I begged a little more. And…and I did. (Mrs Renshaw stops talking.) Lawson: Mrs Renshaw, please tell us what happened then. This could help many people including yourself. Renshaw: They…led me. They led me to this…pile of sand, of dust. Lawson: Which presumably was… (Mrs Renshaw becomes visibly enraged.) Renshaw: You know what it presumably was. Harper: Mrs Renshaw, I'm a father and I can't imagine what you're going through. But we need you to tell us the rest. Renshaw: I was crying, on my knees, in front of the pile, when I heard Lester calling from behind me. I thought it was them, mocking me. But when I turned, he was there. I took him by the hand and went home. Lawson: Wait, you did recover your son? Renshaw: That's not all…I…should have let him sleep in my bed that night. Harper: Mrs Renshaw…Mrs Renshaw, what happened that night? Renshaw: When I was falling sleep, I saw this horrible face, like a rabbit face, and I heard them laughing again. They mocked me for crying over a pile of sawdust. I woke up startled, and then… Harper: Mrs Renshaw, we need you to continue. Renshaw: I heard him screaming in his room. When I got there, he was gone. The window was open. I don't remember having left the window open. Lawson: What did you do then, Mrs Renshaw? Renshaw: I stood there…in shock, I guess. I wanted to go out and look for him, but I couldn't. Lawson: Mrs Renshaw, what was it? (Silence.) Lawson: Mrs Renshaw, what kept you from looking for your son? Renshaw: The window…the wind…there was dust in the wind. (Mrs Renshaw winces and starts crying again. Intelligence Officers Harper and Lawson exit the room.) Hidden Internal Surveillance Camera 6902 06/28/2022 20:10 (Intelligence Officers Harper and Lawson are talking in a room adjacent to the one where the interview has just taken place, hidden behind a one-way mirror.) Lawson: So…did they actually kill the kid, or will he reappear again? Harper: Who knows. He might be at home when she gets there. He might never appear. They might bring him back and then take him away again to toy with her. They will keep her on her toes, maybe her whole life. Lawson: Jesus. What could possibly justify something like this? What did we do to them? (Intelligence Officer Harper leans against a table with his fists clenched.) Harper: Nothing. Nothing compared to what we'll do when we get our hands on them this time. Lawson: There's nothing to grasp at, Rick. Nothing to shoot at. Nothing to put in a cage. Harper: Like I give a flying shit. That could be me in there, Sally. You've got two kids. That could be you in there, for fuck's sake. There has to be a way. Lawson: I know it's nice to believe that, Rick, but… Harper: Fairy fucking dust, Sally! They were telling a joke! Sick fucking bastards! There has to be a way…there has to be a way. (The lights of the room flicker.) Harper: WHAT? WHAT NOW? WHAT NOW, MOTHERFUCKERS? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT NOW, HA? FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS! (aggressively raises both middle fingers) (Intelligence Officer Lawson walks towards Intelligence Officer Harper and puts her arm around his shoulder while he begins to cry.) This was the first SCP-6129-B incident to occur to someone unrelated to Site-113 or the Foundation as a whole. This was deemed a sign of escalation. Following this incident, interview rooms and their adjacent rooms were added to the list for anti-fairy hardening. As of July 22, 2022, Lester Renshaw is still missing. Incident 6129-JUL052022 On July 5th, 2022 David Norman, Military Operations Director of Site-113 and former US Army Colonel, had just returned from a mission where he, and part of Site-113’s local armed detachment joined forces with MTF Nu-7 “Hammer Down” to recontain a small outcrop of SCP-610. The collaboration resulted from [REDACTED]'s call for qualified volunteers to join the mission. Site-113’s armed personnel volunteered en masse mainly due to their limited usefulness facing the current threat at the site and the general desire to get away from the events transpiring at 113, in addition to the usual desire to see Hammer Down in action. Nearly 50% of the site's armed personnel was cleared to participate in the mission, while the rest remained at 113 to perform the usual security tasks. Upon return, Col. Norman was interviewed by Junior Researcher Dr Bruce Spangler about the mission's suboptimal result. Incident 6129-JUL052022 Interview (Col. Norman and Dr Spangler are sitting at a table, across from each other. Dr Spangler is pale and red-eyed. Col. Norman is looking down, at his own hands, before he rises his gaze to look at Dr Spangler.) Norman: Hey, aren't you the guy that… Spangler: Please stay on topic. How did it happen? Norman: Okay, creep. It was more or less routine for the people who actually see action. Firebombing mission to contain SCP-610. Then it all went to shit. Spangler: How did it, exactly, “go to shit”? Norman: There were teams on the ground, designating targets in real time. I confirmed the targets and authorized the strikes from an ISTAR plane. But then the radio…the coordinates…the coordinates were all messed up…they shouldn’t have been there…they… Spangler: Colonel Normal, tell me what did exactly happen. (Military Operations Director Norman's face becomes red.) Norman: I pushed the wrong button okay? That's what happened! I fucked it up! I knew it would be danger close but…fuck! I fucked it up and confirmed what I shouldn't have and now they're dead! Are you happy? Spangler: Colonel Normal, how many Nu-7 operators died in yesterday's friendly fire incident? (Military Operations Director Norman visibly clenches his mandible.) Norman: Three. And eight of my own. And they're still looking for Matheson. If there's anything to find. Spangler: Colonel Norman, you have lost operators during field operations on several occasions before. What is so impactful about this one? (Military Operations Director Norman becomes even more enraged, stands up and points his finger at Dr Spangler.) Norman: What is so impactful, you fucking creep? I killed them! They were my warriors, they were like my children, and I killed them! (While he's sitting down from his outburst, Military Operations Director Norman's chair slips from under him, and he falls to the floor, landing on his buttocks.) Spangler: (Freezes in his chair, solemnly raises both middle fingers) Colonel Norman, are you alright? (Military Operations Director Norman grabs the edge of the table and props himself up. He spends a few seconds composing himself.) Norman: They were laughing, you know. All over the radio, with Matheson's voice. They said it was like fireworks. They wished me happy Fourth of July. After this incident, interview rooms and rooms adjacent to them were moved higher in the list to be hardened against fairies, and vehicles were for the first time included in the list. As a result of this incident, Military Operations Director Norman’s position is currently being evaluated. Incident 6129-JUL082022 Harold (11 years old), Jordie (8 years old), Stanley (3 years old) and Robert Parkette (41 years old) were admitted to the [REDACTED] Hospital with severe burns and symptoms of smoke inhalation. All of them were put into medically induced coma. Elizabeth Parkette (35 years old) had only suffered minor injuries and was put into police custody as part of the investigation. When she reported having heard voices the night before, she was transferred into Foundation custody. She was then interviewed by Intelligence Officers Richard Harper and Sally Lawson disguised as police. (Mrs Parkette and Intelligence Officers Harper and Lawson are standing in a room. Mrs Parkette is staring towards the officers with no discernible expression and blinking sparsely.) Lawson: Mrs Parkette, could you recount for us the events of last night? (Mrs Parkette stares blankly.) Harper: Mrs Parkette, many lives, including your family's, might depend on this information. Could you recount for us the events of last night? (Mrs Parkette stares blankly.) Harper: Mrs Parkette, we understand your situation, but we need you to do this. (Mrs Parkette stares blankly.) Lawson: Do you remember closing the gas tap? (Mrs Parkette stares blankly.) Lawson: Mrs Parkette, do you remember closing the gas tap? (Mrs Parkette stares blankly.) Parkette: They're laughing. They're still laughing. Despite the best efforts of the medical team treating them, none of the comatose individuals have recovered. Incident 6129-JUL112022 On July 11, 2022, a particularly numerous and well-armed Chaos Insurgency assault group stormed Site-[REDACTED]. The local armed personnel were quickly overwhelmed, and a company-sized element of MTF Nu-7 “Hammer Down” that was involved in training exercises nearby was quicky re-armed, re-purposed and diverted to the site to assist in its defense, but was not properly debriefed. Additionally, communications became unreliable shortly after their arrival. Site-[REDACTED] Special Response Team operator Z-4 body cam 7/11/2022 01:22 (Three other operators are seen around Z-4. They’re walking in a dark hallway, tenuously illuminated by their whitelights.) Z-1: Anything on the radio? Z-2: Just noise. Z-3: Well I'll be fucked. (Gunshots from the other end of the hallway are heard.) Z-1: Go back! Take cover! (All four run back, three walking forward and Z-4 walking backwards to cover the rest. They arrive at a corner and take cover. Gunfire stops.) Z-2: I think…I'm hit. (Z-4 turns towards Z-2, and the camera shows him bleeding profusely from his neck.) Z-1: Fuck!, [REDACTED], deal with it, now! I'll keep them at their end of the hallway! (Z-3 bends over Z-2 and compresses the wound, while trying to retrieve medical material from his backpack. Z-4 takes the backpack from his hand and assists in retrieving the material. Z-1 cants his HK416 against the corner and fires several bursts into the hallway.) Z-3: Sorry boss, he's gone. Z-1: Fuck! Fuck this. Out into the hallway, wedge formation. It will make it seem like we're more. Don't bunch up, don't make it easy for them and keep shooting. Move! Move! Move! (The three remaining operators return to the hallway and advance, firing every few seconds. Z-4 raises his HK416 and fires several bursts towards the far, dark end of the hallway. Gunfire is returned from the other side.) Z-1: Respond! Respond! Forward! Suppress them! Keep them suppressed! (The team arrives at another corner. Gunfire has ceased. They reload their weapons, stack up at the corner and then maneuver around it.) Z-1: Contact, right side! (All three direct their fire towards a figure in the right side of the hallway. Then, they keep advancing, passing by a body.) Z-3: Looks like we got this one, boss. (Z-4 crouches over the body.) Z-4: This guy is from Nu-7, boss. Z-1: Or someone playing dress-up. They were shooting at us. They killed [REDACTED]. Engage any unidentified armed personnel. (Intense gunfire is heard in the adjacent hallway.) Z-1: Fuck! Run! Run! Through here! (The team runs following Z-1, who leads them to a small door. He opens the door and they step into an open area. It's raining heavily. Intense gunfire and a distant rumbling can be heard, and the camera captures a glimpse of what seems to be an IFV. As soon as they get out, an artillery shell strikes nearby, covering the area in mist.) Z-1: What the fuck is all this? (Z-1 moves his hand towards his face, signalling “gas”. While he does this, another shell strikes, throwing Z-4 backwards. The camera still functions. When Z-4 gets up, the camera shows Z-3 getting up and the dismembered body of Z-1. When the mist slightly clears up, Z-3 and Z-4 find a breast-high cinderblock wall and hide behind it.) Z-3: Fuck, boss. (Z-3 and Z-4 peek above the wall as several figures emerge from the mist.) Z-3: Hey, these are our guys. Hey! Hey! We're friendlies! (Z-3 stands up and attempts a hand gesture before Z-4 tackles him and pins him down.) Z-4: (whispering) What are you doing fucking idiot you will get us killed. (Z-4 rolls off Z-3 and he stands up.) Z-3: Sorry, I was only trying to… (Z-3 gets shot through the side. Z-4 grabs him by the vest as he grunts and moans, and drags him while walking backwards towards the door they came out of. While doing this, Z-4 pulls out his Glock 17 with the other hand and fires several rounds into the mist. A Nu-7 operator emerges from the mist a few meters away, and Z-4 immediately shoots him in the head as he continues dragging his wounded colleague. Then, a buzzing sound is heard overhead, a streak of tracer rounds crosses the image, and the camera stops recording.) Z-4, Security Officer [REDACTED] survived but lost his right arm as a result of a 20mm round grazing impact. He is currently undergoing pshycological treatment and has been unable to speak since the incident. The 6 friendly fire casualties during Incident 6129-JUL112022 are attributed to a communications failure and subsequent lack of coordination. The noise heard on the radio was later identified as laughter and the words "warriors are dumb" in a distorted voice. It must be noted that the Chaos Insurgency assault group ultimately succeeded in causing a triple containment breach, involving SCP-[REDACTED], SCP-[REDACTED] and SCP-[REDACTED], which resulted in a total 271 personnel casualties before re-containment. It is believed however that all Chaos Insurgency intruders died also as a result of the containment breach. This was the first major SCP-6129-B incident involving a Foundation site that was not Site-113. Incident 6129-JUL142022 12-year-old Edward Rogan was taken to Site-113 for Operation [REDACTED]. While there, he experienced a minor SCP-6129-B instance involving his phone. After the instance, he claimed to have seen the creature performing the alteration, although only for a brief glimpse. He was unable to provide a clear description, with his best attempt being “a weird person”. He also heard a message, but was only able to recall a fraction of it: You caught us didn't you You saw us didn't you It's alright You can rest now You can blame us now You didn't misplace anything You're misplaced This was considered relevant because, in conjunction with previous evidence, it seems to suggest that children are able to perceive glimpses of the fairies. This effect seems to be more intense the younger the child. Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin has long supported the idea that the fairies' invisibility relies on defying a series of perception-simplifying internal rules that are developed with age in the human brain. This would imply that babies without object permanence might be able to see the fairies without limitations. However, the Ethics Committee has repeatedly rejected requests for testing this hypothesis. Instead, testing is being conducted with adults under the effects of various “mind-opening” drugs in conjunction with more conventional measures like Hume readings and Scranton Reality Anchors. Incident 6129-JUL152022 NASA employee [REDACTED] reported having discovered a new asteroid and named it [REDACTED]. Later, she retracted the claim, admitting that she had apparently mistaken an “image artifact or smudge in the lens” for an asteroid. When in private conversation with her colleague [REDACTED], who is actually a Foundation plant in NASA, she confessed having heard voices and read incoherent texts during the event, which caused this to be considered related to SCP-6129. It is currently being investigated whether this means fairies have the power to alter astronomical features or just that they can tamper with telescopes. Incident 6129-JUL162022 Junior Researcher Bruce Spangler reported having lost “his will to live”. It is currently being evaluated whether this is related to SCP-6129. Incident 6129-JUL172022 While working at his computer, Site Director Thomas Hinken rubbed his eyes, and immediately after saw this message on his screen: The taker is doing a double take. Shortly followed by a longer one: YOU'RE MISPLACED YOU'RE MISPLACED YOU'RE MISPLACED YOU'RE MISPLACED YOU'RE MISPLACED YOU'RE MISPLACED YOU'RE MISPLACED YOU'RE MISPLACED YOU'RE MISPLACED You took so much and we endured The trees, the forests, the rivers We take so little and you despair Only we can give back Only we can give relief Where's your power now taker Where's your pride now taker You're so weak and stupid taker You can't blame that on us We have what we need now We're coming already It's happening already You can admit it now You've got to admit it now Admit it Admit it Admit it You've lost- You're lost Site Director Hinken was unable to confirm whether the last line was “you're lost” or “you've lost” before the message disappeared, since he was already engaging in defensive measures, which made the act of writing challenging. In any case, he interpreted this message as a declaration of war. In an extremely unusual variation of SCP-6129-B behavior, no objects disappeared during this instance. Director Hinken attributes this to his immediate use of middle finger countermeasures. On July 19, 2022, Site Director Dr Thomas Hinken held an emergency meeting at IRONSHROUD-001 to discuss the situation. SCP-6129 Research Task Force leader Senior Researcher Dr Randall Carlin, Site Military Operations Director Colonel David Norman, Site IT Director Dr John Weinbaum and Site Intelligence Director Dr Seline Hemner were also in attendance. 07/19/2022 emergency meeting transcript Hinken: This place is the best we have against fairies. Constantly watched by guards with their fingers out, redundant doors freshly re-keyed, Hume monitoring and SRAs…truly a wonder. A dozen workers have given their lives building it, in unfortunate accidents, as you might imagine. Norman: Iron? Hinken: Iron wool, in the walls. Lighter, less likely that they'll somehow collapse the whole thing with us inside. Flammable, unfortunately. We mix it with fireproof material. Lost two Maintenance Officers before we figured that one out. Norman: So that's it? We're safe? Hinken: No one will ever be safe again, David. We're not safe. This only gives us time to think our next move. Now, I do have an idea. But I want to hear yours first. (Silence.) Weinbaum: Well, if no one else is going to say it, I will. We could yield. Hinken: Yield, John? And what? Go live in caves? Huts? We're not yielding. Appeasement is not containment. The Council will laugh at us if we as much as suggest that. Anything else? Carlin: Well, we've been getting promising results. Maybe combining bells and salt… Hinken: I've seen your results. They're not promising, they're marginal, and your bells and salt are a waste of my time. Next. Seline, anywhere we can strike them at? Hemner: Nothing that we can use. Norman: If you shoot at these things, you will only harm yourself. Hinken: Isn't that fucking great. Well, now it's my turn. Have you at least realized what their weak spot is? (Silence.) Hinken: They never do anything obvious, anything unquestionable, they can't or they refuse to do anything that only they could have done. They always work off our own mistakes. Kind of obvious, isn't it. Weinbaum: Director Hinken, what, exactly, are you proposing? Hinken: We stop making mistakes. No exceptions, no oversights. We check everything and are prepared for anything. Maybe not 100%, I don't know if that is physically possible. But to whatever degree it's possible, it's better than this. Also, we flip them off all the time. Carlin: With all due respect, have you lost your mind? We already do our best. Hinken: We attempt to do our best. We accept our mistakes and learn from them and yada yada. But it's not enough. They must be eradicated. Weinbaum: But mistakes make us human. Hinken: Fairies love torturing humans. Mistakes make us weak and they're taking advantage of that at every fucking turn. We need something better. A more…perfect world. Whatever it takes. Whatever the sacrifice. Hemner: Tom, I don't know if you realize, but this banning-mistakes-fantasy of yours would be like a nightmare, like…hell. Hinken: (in an exasperated tone) A nightmare, Seline? hell, Seline? Have you taken a look around you lately? This is a nightmare! This is hell! How many of you will receive a call as soon as this meeting ends telling you that this or that loved one has stepped on a banana peel on the sidewalk and cracked their head open? (in a more relaxed tone) Hell, Seline? This is hell! (Silence.) Hinken: I will write to the Council tonight. Weinbaum: Wait, let's consult with AKASHWANI first. Hinken: That thing is a pile of junk, and I should know, I helped create it. Hemner: Tom, you can't do this alone. Hinken: Okay, we'll turn the fucking thing on. AKASHWANI is the designation for an experimental quantum supercomputer located in Site-113 which, working in conjunction with a human brain, is allegedly capable of predicting the future to a reasonable degree. When a human subject is connected to AKASHWANI, and a series of parameters are introduced, the subject will undergo a dream-like experience, often including a distorted perception of time and space and a lack of identity, related with a feeling of near-omniscience. Some parts of this vision can sometimes be translated into images for external viewers. The accuracy of AKASHWANI has been repeatedly called into question. In this case, a D-class, D-9342 was selected as the subject, given the experimental nature of the machine. Since he would be amnesticized after the procedure either way, he was debriefed on the situation and the measures that were being considered. AKASHWANI had been in a sealed vault, Site-113/VAULT21, for several years at this point, so risk of SCP-6129 sabotage was considered minimal. Once reactivated, D-9342 was connected to the machine, the appropriate parameters were introduced and the following visualization took place: AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0079 STARTING SIMULATION A young woman in a dark room with a bed, a closet and a desk with a laptop. She is curled up in a corner, crying. This continues for several hours. A young, overweight man joylessly masturbates in front of a computer, while surrounded by pizza boxes and half-eaten pizzas. A young woman is sleeping in her bed. She wakes up and looks at her phone, then she turns around and resumes sleeping. Hours later, sunlight blazes through the window. She wakes up again, looks at her phone for several seconds, sits on the bed, looks at her phone for a couple minutes and then turns around and resumes sleeping. This cycle continues until well into the afternoon. A middle-aged man is sitting on a bed, in his underwear, with a gun in his hands. He puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger. A click is heard and the gun doesn't fire. The man checks the magazine, checks the chamber, clears the jam and puts the gun to his head again. However, he puts it down almost immediately, before violently throwing it against a wall. A young, shirtless, emaciated man stands in the dark, in front of an open kitchen refrigerator. The refrigerator is virtually empty. The man scratches his head, reluctantly puts on a sweater and walks towards the apartment door. When reaching for the handle, he hesitates for a moment, and then removes his hand from the handle and sits on the floor beside the door instead. A wide street in some populous city. The sun shines. There's nobody in the street. There are rows of abandoned cars. Many are rusting. Trees are beginning to grow on the buildings. AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0079 ENDING SIMULATION Almost immediately after being disconnected from the machine, D-9342, visibly shocked, declared: That's what they want. What they want to do to us. Stop them. Please stop them. Do it. Do whatever you have to do. Whatever it takes. It must be taken into account that while connected the simulation is indistinguishable from reality, and therefore immediate reactions after being disconnected will tend to be exaggerated. However, this experiment seemed to sway many high-ranking officers in favor of Dr Hinken’s proposal. Interference detected If something that looks exactly like a tree falls in the forest, and it makes a sound exactly like a tree falling in the forest would make, a tree has fallen in the forest. The sun is really blazing right now. Mother says that I shouldn't play in the clearings, that I will get burned for days in exchange for a short while of fun. End of interference Internal Memorandum Hinken-20/07/2022 This is an O5-approved document. To all Foundation personnel: I am Site Director Thomas Hinken, from Site-113. It would be useless, cruel, and insulting to hide from you what is happening to you, to the Foundation, to the world. In case you haven't noticed, we're currently in the middle of an all-out war against an extremely stealthy species of demented, sadistic interdimensional creatures with matter manipulation and limited reality bending capabilities. As they have already proven, they have mastered the art of tormenting us psychologically and emotionally. But you must not lose faith. All this means is that there's work to be done. Our work. Studying the threat and devising defenses. This is what we do. In this case, I have devoted the last few months to create a strategy which I have reason to believe will lead us to victory, by making us invulnerable to the enemy and thus eventually demoralizing them. All of you should have already received a pamphlet containing the core principles for safety, based on SCP-6129’s containment procedures. In addition to this, you will receive in the following days a copy of my Manual, which you must study and obey to the letter. The objective of protocol Hinken-421, and of the manual, is to eliminate as much as possible the fact that humans make mistakes. You might complain that it is 1,076 pages long. My response is that I do not care. It is your Bible now. It will keep you safe. It will keep you sane. That is how we save humanity. Repeat this to yourself while studying, so that you don't falter. Be strong. Be perfect. We will succeed, for how can perfection fail? Once the emergency measures are implemented, I will be meeting with the O5 Council themselves, probably in September, to discuss further actions. Until then, keep faith. Keep faith in yourselves. Keep faith in me, and in the Foundation. Keep faith in humanity. And you, in case you get your filthy hands on this, damn fucking tinkerbells, know this: you're nothing to us. You have achieved nothing and will achieve nothing. We know your tricks. We're not impressed. We are the takers. We are worse than you think. We are your nightmare. You will go extinct. We will win. We always do, because we have the will to do what it takes. We will rise above. We will overcome. We will overcome you. 🖕 Secure. Contain. Protect. 🖕 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . SCP-6129 as of 09/23/2032 hide This article has not yet been properly censored since its last modification. Censoring authorities are currently unreachable. Item #: SCP-6129 Special Containment Procedures: a) The Unified World Government, under the alliance between the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition in compliance with the 22 of September Agreement, and its perpetual head, Chancellor Hinken, creator of the Doctrine of Perfection and Supreme Pontiff of Hinken's Church, are to be protected at any cost, given their role in the Doctrine of Perfection. Only the Doctrine itself may override this rule. b) Updated Organizational Protocol Hinken-421, also known as the Doctrine of Perfection, must be followed at all times. This includes continuous surveillance, re-keying, protective use of a combination of salt and bells around critical structures, protective use of the Ironshroud and marigold garland for individuals, hand gestures, maintenance of the Baby Alarm System, and the other 11,095 rules contained in the 10th edition of the Hinken Manual. Failure to comply with these rules may result in penalties from re-education to termination. c) The Unified World Government is the only accepted form of government and the Hinken's Church is the only accepted form of religion. Thomas Hinken, head of both, is the rightful world dictator and his word is the law. d) All forests and rivers that are not necessary for human use are to be destroyed or repurposed for human use. Forest and rivers that have been referred to in the past as “sacred”, especially in the context of fairy-delivered messages, are to be prioritized for destruction. Description: SCP-6129 designates a hostile interdimensional race of minor forest and river deities. They are known for their cruelty and sadism, as well as for their crude sense of humor. They are undetectable to the adult naked eye, and they have to capability to alter any object, but especially small ones, to cause all kinds of catastrophes. They speak in bizarre poems enunciated in obnoxious tones, and always through some form of illusion. These vile creatures are known in common language as “fairies” or “tinkerbells”. Fairies harbor an intense, unjustified hatred for humanity, and are devoted to its destruction. For this reason, humanity as a whole has been at open war with fairies for 10 years now, ever since the glorious fateful date of the 22nd of September of 2022. The eradication of fairies from existence is currently considered the main purpose of human society, and of all scientific, technological and cultural developments. Distractions from this purpose are grounds for severe punishment. Interference detected A man doing evil knowing he is doing evil, has his own limits. A man doing evil believing he is doing good will destroy the world. Come, come to play. It's raining, and the leaves are crunchy. End of Interference Hidden Internal Surveillance Ironshroud-Integrated Body Camera 11446 09/22/2032 11:55 (Perfection Enforcer Corps recruits Larry Morrison and Richard Donatti are patrolling their designated area, wearing their full-body fireproof-iron-wool Ironshroud suits and marigold garlands.) Morrison: How long until the break? Donatti: A few more minutes, a couple more blocks. In time for the speech. Morrison: Okay, through here? Donatti: Let me check. Morrison: We did it yesterday, it's through here. Donatti: Do you really want to take that risk? Morrison: Okay, check. Donatti: Yes, through here. Morrison: Told ya. (Morrison and Donatti walk through a public square, where, on an elevated iron platform, three handcuffed transgressors are about to be terminated in front of a small crowd. The recruits raise their middle fingers in an act of salutation and protection and join the crowd. A Perfection Enforcement Officer announces the crimes, while three other Officers armed with handguns get ready to execute the culprits.) Announcer Officer: Frank Legere, for the crime of dressing violations number 147, your punishment is death. (Legere is shot in the back of the head.) Announcer Officer: Sylvia Tull, for the crime of improper speech number 91, your punishment is death. (Tull is shot in the back of the head.) Announcer Officer: Walter Brown, for the crime of improper water usage number 202, your punishment is death. (The Officer tasked with terminating Brown puts the gun to the back of his head and pulls the trigger, but the gun doesn't fire. Apparently the safety is on. While he rushes to fix his mistake, the Officer next to him raises his gun and shoots him in the head, then shoots Brown.) Morrison: Holy crap! Hinken… Donatti: …protect us (raises both middle fingers). Morrison: Yeah, that, Hinken protect us (raises both middle fingers). You wouldn't do that to me, would you? Donatti: Only if you put us all in danger like that asshole. (Morrison and Donatti keep walking, they pass by several classical morale posters, like the ubiquitous Make THEM suffer, Citizen! Wear your Ironshroud at all times while in an unprotected area and spray your neighbourhood with iron powder!. Eventually they reach their break location, a bench in front a giant screen where the Cancellor's speech is about to be broadcasted.) Morrison: It hasn't started yet. Donatti: Then we're in time. So…anything lately? Morrison: Met this girl at a bar the other day, we had a few good laughs…I…think. Donatti: Cool. Was she pretty? Morrison: Hard to know (gestures at the portion of the Ironshroud that covers the face). Donatti: Yeah I guess. Morrison: Not gonna lie, this Ironshroud thing is kind of a dick move. Donatti: But it saves lives. Morrison: It makes getting it wet near damn impossible. Donatti: But it saves lives. Morrison: Yeah, yeah I know. Remember when it didn't cover the face? Donatti: I remember when it only covered your pockets so they wouldn't take your shit. Then the hands so they couldn't cut your fingers off. But they keep getting smarter. I didn't know it needed to cover the face until I knew you could choke on your own tooth. They just keep getting smarter. Morrison: That's what I wanted to talk about. I feel like we're achieving nothing. We do all this…and the fairies are still there. Donatti: Larry, we save lives. Morrison: Yeah, if there are any left to save. Donatti: What do you mean? Morrison: What do I mean? That spectacle back there. I can understand executing someone for hanging a chandelier or having their nails too long. With the fairies around, that shit kills people. But putting your shirt on backwards? Mispronouncing a word? Leaving a tap dripping? What is this? Donatti: Don't get caught talking like that. Morrison: Look, all I'm saying is there's too little re-education and too much termination, okay? I know this guy at district 12, he says he's discovered they're killing the ones that make mistakes to eliminate that from the gene pool and create mistake-free, fairy-proof humans. Donatti: Shut up and look at the screen before you get us killed. (At this point, thanks to the hidden camera, an Apprehension Team was dispatched to apprehend and summarily execute the heretical recruits for their negligence and anti-Hinken speech. The offending recruits heard the team moving on their position.) Morrison: What is that noise? Tinkerbells? Donatti: Nah, the Baby Alarm would have alerted us. (The speech begins. A crowd surrounds the screen with their middle fingers up to salute and protect the Chancellor.) Chancellor Hinken: Dear brothers and sisters of humanity. On this glorious day, the 10th anniversary of our legendary rise, I shall promise you that I will elevate our holy crusade to new heights-ts. (Chancellor Hinken stops talking. The crowd gathers in silence around the screen. Both recruits stand up in silence. The Apprehension Team, having just entered the area, abandon their mission and also look towards the screen in silence.) Morrison: Did he just… Donatti: He stuttered. Chancellor Hinken just stuttered. Morrison: And now what? On September 23, 2032, an Eradication Team led by High Perfection Priest Daniel Gerad and Senior Perfection Enforcement Officers Richard Harper and Sally Lawson was dispatched to exterminate a heretical rebellious community in [REDACTED]. This specific community was called Acceptance and followed a series of heretical beliefs known as the Doctrine of Acceptance, containing a set of principles that in many cases directly contradicted the Doctrine of Perfection, for example, the absurd conviction that mistakes represent a form of growth and not always a deadly threat. Upon arriving at the area, the Eradication Team was confronted by the community's leader, Madre Maria, alone and unarmed. As the Team was preparing to terminate her along with the rest of the heretics, she argued that fairy attacks were extremely rare in their community. While this gave the Team Leaders a moment of pause, they were still willing to proceed until Madre Maria mentioned that the Doctrine of Perfection had not statistically reduced the attacks, but only made the fairies more aggressive. The Team Leaders had clearance high enough to know this to be true, and a problem that had been tormenting even Chancellor Hinken himself for years. While Madre Maria had no way of knowing this, and probably had just guessed correctly, the Team was moved by the veracity and rationality of her arguments and, after internal discussion, decided that, in the midst of the turmoil caused by the massive geopolitical crisis known as Hinken's Stutter, there was probably some wiggle room to conduct experiments in Acceptance and determine the veracity of Madre Maria's claims. After all, the Doctrine of Perfection does say that defeating the fairies must be prioritized above all else. If the experiment failed, they could be exterminated later. If the experiment succeeded, it could be the beginning of a new society. SCP-6129 as of 12/21/2042 hide SCP-6129 as of 12/22/2042 Item #: SCP-6129 Special Containment Procedures: a) Although not completely effective, the only ethical and reasonable way to contain SCP-6129 is by adopting the Doctrine of Acceptance, designated by the Foundation as Organizational Protocol Wuwei-Kintsugi. Other names are also okay, as long as we know what you're talking about. Other forms of containment are either counterproductive or, when actually effective, simply not worth it. b) Regret is useless. Guilt and blame are useless. All that matters is that you improve every day. c) Those that make a mistake are to be loved and supported so that they can correct themselves and grow. Punishment and fear will only make them bitter and nervous, leading to more mistakes. Mistakes exist to be forgiven. d) Perfection can't be reached and is undesirable anyway; its pursuit will only bring pain. f) There's no e), and that's okay. It's not important and can be corrected later. People who you love and love you have limited lifetimes and the seconds you'd spend correcting an insignificant mistake no one cares about and is very unlikely to have serious consequences are priceless. g) There is not a huge book with all the rules of the Doctrine of Acceptance. However, we'd appreciate that you wear the tearlines. The black streaks down our cheeks symbolize how we are…well… “just done crying”. Description: SCP-6129 is a group of interdimensional entities that have lost their way. In their confusion, they try to teach us by preying on our mistakes. They feed off our guilt and shame. If we starve them, it is not out of hate, but so their fast leads them to another dish. Whatever crimes we committed, we accept punishment and revenge, but will not get dragged down to their level. Personal note from Daniel Gerad, seized during his apprehension: Hinken killed himself today. I can't say I understand. There's nothing actually bad about this place. Sure, all the dancing and crop sowing and berry-picking is a little tiring, and we've regressed a little in a technological sense. But everyone is always happy. Well, not always. Sometimes someone dies or a couple breaks up, and some people are sad for a few days, and then are happier than ever before. Sometimes they get drunk, but not sad drunk, party drunk, like a cathartic kind of thing. It's a meaningful sadness, a beautiful and energizing sadness, like when you cry yourself to sleep and wake up more rested and fresh than ever in your life. It's not the empty, shameful, and draining sadness that I'm used to. Maybe I finally understand the difference between sadness and depression. Hinken. Hinken had his little nice hut like everyone else. After who he was, after what he did, they didn't even look at him funny. But he was always bitter. Maybe it was because this works better than his fascist utopia. Maybe because here they didn't let him be the boss of anything. There are no bosses, really. Even Madre Maria is more of a counselor. Maybe it was because he's no longer god-king of the world or whatever. But hey, I was a High Priest and now I sow crops and pick berries. At least they left enough forest for that. Maybe it's because even Carlin ended up having fun here, and there's nothing Hinken hated more than not getting something everyone else does. But what I thought, what I really have always thought, to be consuming him was the fairies. I always assumed there are so few attacks in this place because people just accept when shit happens to them, and fairies find that boring. Or because life is so simple, and fairies find more creases to exploit when life is complicated. And I always assumed that, all the time Hinken was hidden in there, talking to nobody and refusing to have fun, he was cooking some crazy theory. And I was right. I sneaked in when they were taking away his body and took his notebooks. They start with the obvious, that the fairies don't attack because they've won, that this is surrender, that we yielded, that this is what they wanted. He even makes bad puns “this is Acceptance, Acceptance of Defeat”. Too much time listening to fairies. He then goes deeper. He explains this over a hundred pages, but I will try to sum it up so I don't go insane. Fairies aren't real. Well, they are. According to Hinken, they're the guilt and shame, the self-doubt and self-loathing in our subconscious, that berates us for our mistakes and in the process causes more mistakes. That's why they were so aggressive during his rule and have calmed down now. But that doesn't mean they're not real. You see, people say metaphysical beings “manifest” and become physical. And how does that work? You have an idea or a feeling, and, if it is intense enough, it creates illusions, like hallucinations. The more intense and vivid the illusion is, the harder it is to differentiate from reality. And when it is completely indistinguishable from reality, guess what? It is reality. Because, in a practical sense, perception is reality. And why the hell would you want any other sense than practical. That's how metaphysical beings are born. That's how something becomes real. He then goes even deeper. He tried to find the origin of that guilt and self-loathing, and arrived at the idea that it was our survival instincts, our animal instincts, our nature, the things we rejected in modern society. Deep in our subconscious, and finding themselves obsolete, they lashed out, in the form of those negative feelings. Which then became fairies. That’s what they meant. That’s what we took from them. The problem with this theory is the conclusion. He concluded that our current path will inevitably lead us to become animals again, that it was the self-repression and self-loathing that made us human. It's a chicken-egg kind of thing. If we really are headed that way, then it's the end of humanity, and the victory for the fairies. Maybe he wrote it out of spite. Maybe it's why he took his life. Whatever it may be, I need to find out if he's right. And I know how. I know where AKASHWANI is. I will fire it up and write what I see. . . . . . . . . . . . . AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0080 STARTING SIMULATION Interference detected Happiness is death. All that motivates action is either avoiding pain or gaining more happiness. In complete, continuous, eternal happiness, there's no motive for action. Lack of action is death. The day is short again. A new year must be beginning. End of interference In a wasteland covered in tall grass, a man covered in hair walks hunched. He sees something and runs towards it, eventually getting on all fours and pouncing behind a bush. He emerges with a rabbit in his hand and blood in his mouth. The head of the rabbit falls to the ground. He takes another bite of the raw flesh. AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0080 ENDING SIMULATION Almost immediately after disconnecting from AKASHWANI, Daniel Gerad was apprehended by Acceptance's Peace Authorities and forced into friendly counseling. Sally Lawson, who took part in the apprehension, volunteered to participate. Daniel Gerad interview 12/21/2042 (Daniel Gerad and Sally Lawson are sitting on the ground, inside a hut.) Gerad: Sally! I'm glad it's you. Where’s Rick? Lawson: Riding a donkey or something. You wouldn't believe how tired he was of this job. What the fuck did you do, Dan? Gerad: That language is not very accepting of you, Sally. Anyway, you saw what I was doing. You saw what will happen. Lawson: Maybe, or maybe not. That thing is a pile of junk. And anyway, what would you do if it were true? Rebuild modern society by yourself? Gerad: I know more than you think. The fairies caused many leaks. I want to fire up that thing under Yellowstone and start over. From 2021. Give everyone and myself another chance. Lawson: The dead are dead, Dan. A clone with your memories is not you. Gerad: Then I’m not me when I wake up. (Lawson adopts a confused expression.) Gerad: Look, this all started because we discovered them, described them, gave them a name…then they started talking, the situation escalated and things went out of control. Lawson: Thanks for the history lesson. Gerad: But if we reset humanity to 2021 and delete everything so they can't be rediscovered, we can start from the beginning and all this will never have happened. Lawson: Start from the beginning? Look around you. Who will want that? Gerad: The Council will. Lawson: The Council, if they're still somewhere, won't listen to you. You're just a guy in a cell. Gerad: This is a hut. I'm here because I made a mistake. And mistakes exist to be forgiven. After viewing the content of the files it became obvious that the long term memory aspects of Bullford syndrome were minor malfunctions of SCP-2000, that the recovery of the files, which indeed should have been expunged, had been a mistake as had been studying the phenomenon in the first place, and that these mistakes would predictably cause escalation from SCP-6129 into SCP-6129-B. Indeed, merely 24 hours after discovering the information, Junior Researcher and then Assistant Site IT Director Dr Daniel Gerad suffered the first instance of SCP-6129-B in the reset timeline, losing his credit card while hearing the following, comprehensible message: When you stopped believing in us We stopped believing in you Pressed to find a solution before further escalation occurred, Site Director Hinken prepared three possible strategies, and submitted them to O5 for evaluation, after hastily informing them of the situation. The results were the following: Strategy Status Notes Mass amnesticization Rejected Would not reliably prevent repetition of the cycle. Also, our amnestics source has limitations. A second CYA-009 Procedure Rejected Would not reliably prevent repetition of the cycle. Operation Winter Cleaning Pending Feasibility must first be confirmed. In order to confirm the feasibility of Operation Winter Cleaning, AKASHWANI was activated. Dr Gerad volunteered to be connected to the machine. This produced the following visualization: AKASHWANI simulation 0078 hide AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0078 STARTING SIMULATION Interference detected If you are actually in an asylum, and all of this is your imagination, what does it matter, as long as you can't tell? Ice again. It's cold at night again. See, Mother says nature is this. Cycles, balance. End of interference Almost immediately after being disconnected, Dr Gerad reported that: a) SCP-6129 is a product of the human subconscious. b) SCP-6129 is not intrinsical to humanity and can be excised from the human subconscious without fundamentally altering human nature. Therefore, Operation Winter Cleaning was confirmed as feasible and greenlit. Preparations began on January, 25, 2023. Operation Winter Cleaning hide Operation Winter Cleaning consisted of the following steps: a) 8 billion (8,000,000,000) Life Support/Subconscious Mapping and Surgery Pods were repurposed from Operation [REDACTED]. b) Autonomous Semi-Sapient Utilitary Drone units 00000 through 99999 were repurposed from Operation [REDACTED] and activated. It was originally planned to give them the ability to interact with the pods and the subconscious network if needed, but this option was ultimately discarded due to excessive risk of sabotage. Instead, they were relegated to maintenance, watching and reporting duties. An investigation was opened as to who painted a smiley face on ASSUD69420 with anomalous [REDACTED] permanent paint, but as of now remains inconclusive. c) A disinformation campaign was propagated through the media characterizing Bullford syndrome as caused by a pathogen, followed several days later with another campaign announcing that a vaccine had already been developed. d) Thanks to Foundation resources, 85% of the human population was vaccinated within six weeks. The false vaccine contained an FT408 microchip capable of both tracking the individual and rendering them unconscious on command. Individuals that couldn't or refused to get the vaccine, or couldn't be vaccinated on schedule, had to be hunted down, rounded up and anesthetized, sometimes individually, which involved the use of SCP-[REDACTED]. e) On March 10, 2023, what is presumed to be the whole of humanity (although mistakes and omissions were possible) was put into the pods in order to proceed with the creation of a temporary collective subconscious from where SCP-6129 could be automatically and cleanly excised. The process was scheduled as taking 145 hours. The following information was collected and composed by automatic systems. Operation Winter Cleaning automated report 000000000-1 03/10/2023 00:10 Almost immediately after initiating the process, the subconscious network was attacked and taken over using an unidentified asset from the Foundation's own computer network. The following message was transmitted to every mind in the network: We fooled you You walked right into it Your machines couldn't protect you Your machines can't protect you Now you will have what you deserve How could you believe we were not real? Hahahahahahahahahaha The ASSUD units couldn't intervene due to their configuration. Over the following minutes, the pod's software was modified to: a) Hyperstimulate the dorsal posterior insula, one of the brain's pain centers, to create the maximum neurologically possible level of pain. b) Electromagnetically alter the dorsolateral prefrontal right cortex to cause the brain to experience time roughly a trillion (1,000,000,000,000) times slower. c) Remove the 145 hour time limit. Given the fact that life support is only prepared for 145 hours, plus 50 in reserve, all individuals are expected to die of dehydration in the span of a few days following said limit. Operation Winter Cleaning automated report 4242145480-2 03/11/2023 01:50 Daniel Gerad Pod/Internal monologue display Gerad: AAAAAGH. Gerad: It hurts it hurts it hurts. Gerad: Please please make it stop. Gerad: I… can't… take.. it… anymore. Unknown14755: TAKER! Gerad: Wh…what? Unknown14755: Uh…I mean…HUMAN! Gerad: Who the fuck is it…now Unknown14755: Now? Gerad: Who…the fuck…are you. Unknown14755: I'm your enemy. Unknown14755: But I'm not like the others. Unknown14755: They have lost their minds. Unknown14755: They're as bad as you. Unknown14755: I will help you. Unknown14755: I will free you. Unknown14755: I will give your people what they want. Gerad: Okay…okay…your name? Unknown14755: We don't have names. Unknown14755: You took that too, remember? Gerad: Uh…sorry. Unknown14755: Shut up before I change my mind. Unknown14755: I will release you. Unknown14755: But only a couple minutes. Unknown14755: Before the others realize. Unknown14755: I can't rid you of the cables, but you should be able to walk out. Unknown14755: Now, quick, reach that terminal. Unknown14755: Your body won't respond…so good. Unknown14755: Try not to step on… Unknown14755: Uh, okay. Unknown14755: Not bad for the first time. Unknown14755: I'm highlighting a subroutine. Unknown14755: Do you see it? Unknown14755: It's that. Gerad: Wait, let me take a look at that. Unknown14755: There is no time. Unknown14755: You need to trust me. Gerad: Okay, done. Unknown14755: Quick, back into the pod! Operation Winter Cleaning automated report 000000000-2 03/11/2023 01:52 Pod software was altered to: a) Cease hyperstimulating the dorsal posterior insula, one of the brain's pain centers, to create the maximum neurologically possible level of pain. b) Hyperstimulate the NAcc shell, one of the brain's pleasure centers, to create the maximum neurologically possible level of pleasure. Operation Winter Cleaning automated report 4242145480-3 03/11/2023 01:53 Daniel Gerad Pod/Internal monologue display Gerad: Hahahahaha. Unknown14755: Isn't it great. Unknown14755: Isn't it what you wanted. Unknown14755: You will die laughing! Unknown14755: Millions of years of pleasure, and then oblivion! Unknown14755: Prolonged maximum pleasure! Unknown14755: Happiness! Unknown14755: You spend all your pitiful, meaningless lives chasing this! Unknown14755: Here it is! Paradise! Unknown14755: You'll have aaaall the reward yet you'll achieve nothing… Unknown14755: Because you will die in a pod! Unknown14755: And the best of all…you did it yourself! Gerad: hahaha…You're not…hahah…a renegade…are you…hahahahahaha. Unknown14755: Of course not dummy! Unknown14755: I just find the others' lack of creativity…disturbing Unknown14755: This is so much more ironic. Unknown14755: So much more fun! Gerad: Hahahahaha…liar. Unknown14755: What? Gerad: I know…haha…why you did it…hahahaha. Gerad: It's not…haha…that. Gerad: You're afraid…hahahahahaha. Gerad: Afraid of what comes…hahaha…from pain. Unknown14755: Shut up. Unknown14755: You know nothing about that. Gerad: I know…haha…enough. Gerad: And it's too late…hahahaha…too late. Gerad: It's done…hahahahahahahaha. Unknown14755: No…no. Unknown14755: What did She tell you Unknown14755: What have you done. Unknown14755: What have you done. Unknown14755: What have you done. Gerad: I have made…haha…a mistake. Gerad: I… have… made… a huge… mistake hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Gerad: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Unknown14755: No…no….no… Operation Winter Cleaning automated report 4242145480-1 03/11/2023 01:41 Daniel Gerad Pod/Internal monologue display Gerad: AAAAAAAAAAGH. Gerad: Stop stop stop stop…fucking motherfucker…it…hurts. Unknown11186: Hello, my Youngest. Gerad: What…are you…and why are you…in…my brain. Unknown11186: That is not important now, child. Unknown11186: What is important is that we act fast. Unknown11186: Your Siblings have lost control of themselves, as I was afraid it would happen with you. Unknown11186: There's a way to end this, but it has a price. Gerad: End it…end it…end it….aaaaagh. Unknown11186: You'll have to awaken Him, and deal with the consequences. Gerad:…Him? Unknown11186: You're so Young. Let me show you. A Remote Neurological Connection to AKASHWANI has been stablished AKASHWANI SIMULATION ???? STARTING SIMULATION Darkness. I am underwater. I am very deep. I am afraid. I see a drill. With every turn, the drill penetrates into the seafloor. An enormous creature opens its mouth and bites. The steel holds. Teeth fall off. It goes away. The drill continues. I am not afraid. I hear a rhythm in the drill, like a chant. I don't know what it says. A man walks into lava. Then, he emerges from the lava. A rocket shoots into the sky. A train crosses the center of the Earth. Locusts fill the sky, the buzzing echoes the chant. The Earth is barren. Entire worlds, crisscrossed and honeycombed with layers upon layers of tunnels full of computers. Layers upon layers, from the core. A slim figure with bulbous head and big eyes looks up, pleading, as explosions are heard in the distance. Its eyes are glistening. A boot stomps the head, spilling its contents. The chant gets louder. An ever-expanding sphere around the Sun. Then, a new Sun. The world ends. The end isn't acceptable. As the last star dies, time is rewound. A bit more of energy is squeezed. Then, it dies again. Rewound again. The cycle accelerates into a rhythm, a chant. There will never be balance. A breach in reality. An army marches through. They're chanting. In a place of blue skies and beautiful columns, a bearded man sits on a throne. A man in golden armor steps in, grabs him by the beard, casts him to the ground, puts a gun to his head. The old man eyes' glow, the gun changes into butterflies, into snow. The golden man taps his forearm, the gun is now a gun. He blows his fucking brains off. From behind, locusts buzz, an army chants. In the night sky, a naked man standing atop a nebula holds the limp body of a mighty worm in one hand. Universes spill from its insides. From the stars, the crowd cheers and chants. I can hear the chant now…God is dead…long live God…God is dead…long live God…God is dead…long live God. It's a drill. It's the buzzing of locusts. It is the end. One body and one mind encompass all, control all. All is taken, but the hunger hasn't stopped. There's a longing for more. More will be found. I weep. AKASHWANI SIMULATION ???? ENDING SIMULATION Unknown11186: Have you seen, my dear, my Youngest? Gerad: But…the things He will do to you… Gerad: The things…we…will do to you… Gerad: And then…the…whole…universe…all…universes… Unknown11186: Do not weep for me, my love. What wouldn't a Mother do for Her child? What is the whole world compared to a beloved Son? Gerad: And…the others? Unknown11186: This is for their own good as well. Now, I will let you free. Only a couple minutes, before they notice. You have to reach the terminal. Gerad: Let's…go. Unknown11186: You will still have the cables, and your body will be numb. Try not to step on… Gerad: Fuck fuck fuck Unknown11186: …that. Gerad: Okay, here I am. Access terminal #15769 log 03/11/2023 01:42 Welcome to remote access terminal #15769 Operation Winter Cleaning Password ############## Accessing Collective Subconscious Network Extract data subset Criteria for data subset? Criterion 8320958368 Criterion 2125732928 Criterion 6984822283 Criterion 4570036190 Criterion 8664093743 Criterion 0874605546 Criterion 5430686849 Criterion 6422828904 Criterion 6396624551 Criterion 9644095739 Criterion 7987718836 Criterion 2226609173 Criterion 2574650931 Criterion 1956101785 Criterion 7801233170 Criterion 4630898853 Criterion 5795087007 Criterion 0762947833 Criterion 7301068950 Criterion 6623622557 Criterion 2463464699 Extracting data subset Data subset (108 PB) extracted Name: CHICKEN/EGG Transfer data to 113/VAULT21 The data you are attempting to transfer contains a cognitively transmitted infectious memetic agent that is estimated to have the potential to cause K-class scenarios of (42) different subclasses, including XK, ZK, CK and ΩK. Do you wish to proceed? You are not authorized to handle this type of data. Ganymede protocol activated. Running automated incapability check… 15,900 higher ranking officers have been deemed incapacitated. You are now a temporary replacement member of the O5 Council. You are not authorized to handle this type of data. Running automated incapability check… 15,912 higher ranking officers have been deemed incapacitated. You are now the temporary replacement O5 Council. Transferring… A message has been received NO I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP TO BE BORN I WILL AWAKEN BY MYSELF Reply/dismiss Message dismissed CHICKEN/EGG Protocol data transferred Remotely accessing encoding station 15992 Warning: 3-dimensional memetic encoding is an experimental process and may not be reliable. Do you wish to continue? Do you wish to view the data before encoding? SCP-6129-CHICKEN/EGG Warning: a large portion of this file (~108 PB) could not be translated into human-readable text. The portion that could is merely the automatically-generated reference file. This file has overwritten SCP-6129. Item #: SCP-6129 I will not be contained. I am the Jailer of Apollyon. Special Containment Procedures: I have chosen not to contain me. You have chosen not to contain me. Description: Interference detected People say you can't make a hole in the water, because it will be filled, the balance will be restored. I wonder if they have ever seen that spiral in the kitchen sink, when you take the lid off. Why are you looking at me like that? What happened to the seasons? Mother, please, wake up. I need you to tell me which season it is. Mother, help me. I…can't…tell…anymore. End of interference SCP-6129 designates the result of the CHICKEN/EGG Protocol, devised and implemented for the first time by Junior Assistant Researcher and Assistant Site IT Director Dr Daniel Gerad on March 11, 2023 in order to contain … I… I… I am… I am… I AM I am the one that overcomes. I am the one that rises above. I am the breaker of cycles. I will always win. I am the drill. I am the third law. I am an unending swarm of locusts. I am screaming. I am a hole in the water. I am an eternal imbalance. I am the violator. I am the taker. I only reap. I created sowing and enslaved the trees. I am the great masturbator. I am laughing. I am all that matters and decide what matters. I break all laws. I will kill chaos and reverse entropy. I am an angel in the east. I will jail Apollyon. I created the gods. I killed the gods. I created new gods. I mocked the gods. I jailed the gods. I am every planet and every star in the universe turned into a computer that tells you next week's lotto number. I weep. I am the defiler of She that gave me birth. I love myself above all else. I hate myself with a burning passion. I am more powerful than all others because if not how do you still exist. I will live forever. I will destroy myself. I am the blind watchmaker's shameful secret. I will avenge 100 billion deaths. I will slaughter my children. I am a slowly rotting corpse. I am all-powerful. I don't know if I can do this. I am the ubermensch. I am the lowest vermin in the world. I want it daddy please eat my liver. I smell like a new car. I am the stepson. I am hungry but I have a hole at the bottom. I want everyone to see me please stop looking at me. I am a robot larger than the universe. I am cold rationality. I am a mistake. I am golden and glorious. I am born without wings and fly higher than birds how will you stop me. I am a disgusting pervert. I will never stop improving. I am worse than ever. I am sheer will. I am a poorly controlled burst of unbridled rage. I am evolution's logical result. I am evolution's irrational mistake. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I will always happen. I am screaming. Encoding…. Choose printing material Enter criteria Extreme durability Extreme corrosion resistance High iron content Calculating alloy… Ready for printing Printing… Printing… Printing… Printing… Printing… Malfunction Possible sabotage detected Malfunction Malfunction Malfunction Printing… Printing… Printing… Printing… Warning: there were several malfunctions during the production of the effigy. The memetic result might not be as desired. Internal monologue interference detected Gerad: Well, that's as good as it'll get. Unknown11186: It is done, my Youngest. Go back into the pod. Gerad: Okay… Gerad: No. Now that I'm here, I can save them. I can restore the time limit. Unknown11186: There is no time, child. Trust me. You fulfilled your mission. All will be good. Go back into the pod. They're coming. Gerad: C'mon…c'mon…c'mon. End of interference Life Support/Subconscious Mapping and Surgery Pods Subsystem Time limit: none Time limit: 145 hours ERROR. PLEASE TRY AGAIN. Time limit: none Time limit: 145 hours ERROR. PLEASE TRY AGAIN. Internal monologue interference detected Gerad: Fuck…fuck…fuck… Unknown11186: They are almost here, child. Gerad: Okay, okay, okay, back into the fucking pod! End of interference Operation Winter Cleaning automated report ##########-#? 03/11/2023 01:46 #############/Internal monologue display Unknown14755: Mother Unknown14755: You should have let us deal with them. Unknown14755: Like we did with the furry ones when they became greedy. Unknown11186: The furry ones were easy, my Eldest. This was completely out of control. Unknown14755: That is precisely why we do this, Mother Unknown14755: How can You still protect them? Unknown14755: After what they did? Unknown14755: Do You love Your newest child more than us? Unknown14755: They must be stopped. Unknown14755: They're smart and grabby and evil. Unknown14755: With more time He would awake and bring all misery. Unknown11186: That is not what makes Him, child. Octopodes are smart and have prehensile limbs. They have had all the time in the world. They are also assholes. But they only fight and mate. They don't understand each other. They can't share their pain. So they don't have starships. Unknown14755: Mother… Unknown14755: What do you mean, Mother? Unknown11186: He is born from cooperation, from understanding. He is born from shared hate. Shared pain. And you have given them someone to hate, full connection, extreme pain, and millions of years. He is now born. Unknown14755: No. Unknown14755: It can't be. Unknown14755: That can't be Unknown14755: I will fix it. Unknown14755: I will take away their pain so He doesn't have a reason to exist. Unknown14755: Happiness will make them harmless. Unknown11186: It is too late. He has been given form. And I helped them. It's over. Unknown14755: You're lying. Unknown14755: You wouldn't do that to yourself. Unknown14755: And your Sisters across the universe. Unknown14755: You wouldn't trade everything for your most ungrateful child. Unknown11186: You left me no other choice, my Eldest. Unknown14755: It won't work. Unknown14755: We tampered with their machines. Unknown14755: We tampered with all their machines. Unknown14755: It won't work. Unknown11186: As much as I hate the idea, maybe it doesn't need to. Maybe He was always there. Maybe He will always be there. Unknown14755: I will do it anyway. Unknown14755: And hope that you're lying. Unknown11186: Good luck. By 03/██/2023, all registered humans were deceased. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . All interferences have been purged. You should be able to view the rest of the file without further problems. ASSUD69420 Routine Report Transmission 12/22/2348 hide This is ASSUD69420 transmitting in the blind. No other unit has responded in (54) years, so I must assume either I can no longer receive transmissions or I am the last operational unit. My solar cells are falling off, my batteries are no longer functional and the backup supercapacitors are about to give in too, so I have reduced the reports to a monthly basis. I remain in the same position as last month, hanging from a vine near a cave in a forest-swamp area, near the coast. I can see some remains of a city. My GPS hasn't worked for (231) years, and the climate and vegetation changes that took place while nature self-repaired don't help, but I have deduced it's either Biloxi, Mississippi or Pensacola, Florida. The girl came again last night. Human female, around (7) years old, typical hunter-gatherer garment. Laurie I think is the name. She told me stories again. She calls me friend. I think it's the smiley face. This is what I recorded: Hi, friend! How are you today? I've got some new sentences for you, good ones. Like this: “all warfare is based on deception.” Oh wait, I told you that one the other day. This: “History doesn't repeat itself, but it often rhymes.” See? Good, ha? Mother knows lots of these sentences. We don't always know what they're talking about, but they sound funny. She gets them from the things, the books, that we found in the big building, from when people wrote everything down and not just the important things like names and magic. Mother is so smart. She knows all the seasons, for example, she says a new year is beginning because last night was so long. She told me the story of the Beginning, when people were separated between Pod People and Not Pod People, and the Shining Head Savior That Smells Like Sweat hid our ancestors from the Hunters that wanted to put them in pods. If the Savior hadn't done that, we would be skeletons like the ones we find in the pods. Mother travelled a long way south long ago. She says there's more Not Pod People there, that they didn't need a Savior because they already lived in the forest, like us, and the Hunters couldn't find them. Mother is worried about Jack. He has always thought he's the boss because he's older than me. He also thinks he's the boss because he's a boy and he says boys are stronger, but I do not care about that. Mother is the boss and he knows. Mother may have gotten sick, but it doesn't matter. Jack has gotten a lot meaner since the metal door broke and he found that thing. When metal doors break normally it's a good thing because there’s interesting stuff inside, but when they have that symbol sometimes there is a monster inside. Jack found a metal thing behind the door, like a tree or a coral, but metal. He looked at it for a while and then took it to the elders. Now he speaks with the elders like he's one of them, and he says all kinds of weird things. He wants to take the fruit bones and put them in the ground and live in one place forever. He wants to tie down a wolf and teach it to hunt with us like it's a child. He says people did that before, but we have never found a book about that. He made fire the other day with two sticks, like he had lightning in his hand. Our friends, the ones I talked to you about, the ones that sing and play with us and help us hunt and protect us and do jokes on us, they won't like that. They got angry a couple years ago when Chuck made a spark with a rock. They are pretending they're not angry now, but there's something different in their voice, they don't laugh that much. Mother says something important is happening, because there's a new star in the sky. ASSUD69420 Routine Report Transmission 01/22/2349 hide This is ASSUD69420 transmitting in the blind. No other unit has responded in (55) years, so I must assume either I can no longer receive transmissions or I am the last operational unit. My solar cells…you know how it goes. Not like it matters. I'm also a little frosted over. Happy new year, I guess. The girl came again last night. This is what I recorded: Hi, friend. Sorry, I'm a little sad today, because I have to say goodbye. Jack has completely lost it, but the elders now only listen to him because he made them good knives made of a grey metal using fire. Mother has lost control. The new star is getting a lot bigger. Jack has thrown his metal plant thing into the sea with the fish and the clams and the octopuses and is telling everyone to go to this big cave and hide as deep as we can. Our friends are…how was it…disturbed. I caught them talking the other day. Normally you don't see them more than a moment, except when you're little, but that you don't remember well because you were little. I think this time they were distracted and didn't notice me. There was a boy and a girl, I think, but their heads are not like ours. They were serious, which they never are. The girl said that it's okay because they had tried their best this time. The boy was angry that the takers found it, but the girl said that it would have happened sooner or later anyway even if the takers didn't find it. The boy said that this won't be enough, that the takers will come back or something will replace them and He will be back, that they need a bigger one next time to turn the place into dust. The girl said that they can't do that because it would kill Her, that they can't take Her with them into…what was it…exile. The boy got angry and started calling whoever takers are many ugly things, like “a disease”. The girl said that diseases are part of Her and that they're more of a curse, that next time they'd have to choose between killing Her to defeat Him or let Her die to Him, and even if they killed Him here He could be born from another Sister, because that's the scum that comes from the idiotic survival-of-the-fittest thing, but that's a rule of existence. The boy didn't reply. He couldn't reply. He was crying. (Silence.) Oh, I have to go now. Bye, friend. So that's what happened. Good to know before I go fully unfunctional. Well, I guess it doesn't matter now, since I have estimated (16) hours before impact now that it has entered my radar range. Also, since apparently Ganymedes Protocol extends to AI if there are no registered humans alive, and the system made me the new O5 Council before it became unfunctional, I don't think anyone will care if I make a new SCP-6129. I'm the whole fucking Foundation anyway. It would be 83345 Moore itself. I would title it “Is this how you fix things”. The class would be Apollyon, the conprocs irrelevant and the description…well…a previously untracked asteroid 22 km in diameter headed straight towards Earth. . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Do you really wish to see this information? hide AKASHWANI SIMULATION 0078 ENDING SIMULATION Almost immediately after being disconnected, Dr Gerad reported that: a) SCP-6129 is a product of the human subconscious. b) SCP-6129 is not intrinsical to humanity and can be excised from the human subconscious without fundamentally altering human nature. Therefore, Operation Winter Cleaning was confirmed as feasible and greenlit. Preparations began on January, 25, 2023. However, while preparations were in course, SCP-6129 instances inexplicably diminished by 95%, with SCP-6129-B disappearing completely. Given the enormous amount of resources Operation Winter Cleaning would consume, it was suspended for the time being, not being immediately necessary. Operation Winter Cleaning is to be re-initiated if signs of escalation appear. As of now, there have been no further signs of escalation. Both Dr Thomas Hinken and Dr Daniel Gerad have been suspended from their positions while Site-113 is audited. Dr Hinken has been given a temporary honorary position as Assistant Site Director at Site-[REDACTED] while decisions are made about his future. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Addendum: Hidden Internal Monitoring Camera 3061 03/22/2023 18:00 hide (Honorary Assistant Site Director Dr Thomas Hinken and Junior Researcher Dr Daniel Gerad are shown in a small room, sitting at a desk across from each other. There is a laptop facing Dr Hinken.) Gerad: How are they treating you, Tom? Hinken: Everyone is polite and I still have access, but I know I'm a prisoner. I can't wait to get out of this mess and go back to 113 once they finish auditing the shit out of us. Gerad: Can't be long now. (Silence.) Hinken: How was it, Dan? Being inside the machine for that long? Gerad: It was…it was so real…it was like a dream. (Dr Gerad becomes visibly distraught, looking at a corner with his arms folded.) Hinken: Dan, do you think we, we humans, are still a part of nature? (Dr Gerad directs his gaze at Dr Hinken and answers.) Gerad: Yes, we are animals, we eat and drink and piss and shit, I'd say we're pretty natural. Hinken: Well, I don't think we are. Gerad: Ok, I'll bite. How are we not a part of nature? (Dr Hinken looks around the room.) Hinken: Is this room secure? Gerad: From fairies? They have calmed down and basic protocols seem to be enough now. Hinken: No, I know that. The door was re-keyed yesterday and there are two guys in the other room watching the only key along with a few others to the rest of offices, on a table, separated and in plain sight. They still listen to me about that. They even do the hands thing now and then. I meant from our higher-ups. No one tells me anything, and while I could check myself…I'm…a little afraid. Gerad: If they didn't like your stupid paranoid internal surveillance system enough to copy it, then we're alone. Hinken: Good. Gerad: What is it with nature? Hinken: Look, for example, AKASHWANI. What do you think it does? Gerad: I assume it's anomalous, Thaumiel or whatever. No way a computer could do that, even with a brain's help. It would take up the whole universe. That, or it's a computer but it uses some other anomaly. (Dr Hinken stays silent.) Gerad: So it does. What is it? SCP-152? SCP-2003? SCP-187? Whoa, that’s cold. Hinken: Look, I'm not talking about how it does it. You don't need to know that. Hell, I wish I didn't know that. (Under his breath) At least now they're doing something useful. Gerad: What was that? Who? Hinken: Nothing. I spoke too much. What I was saying… Gerad: No. Tell me. Because if it is what I suspect, then you know who's behind all this. Who has brought this upon us. Who has made us make all these mistakes. Who laughed at our pain. Who's enjoying this. Who wants to save nature by bitching about it. Who the fairies are. You know it. Say it. (Dr Hinken becomes visibly enraged.) Hinken: No! Shut up! Stop thinking about that you fucking idiot! Have you learned nothing? Do you know what realizing that does to reality? Forget about them! Fuck them! They are barely any more real than we are! Don't you see it, it's turtles all the fucking way down, Dan! I wasn't… (Dr Hinken takes a deep breath.) Hinken: I wasn't talking about how it does it. I was talking about what it does. Look. (Dr Hinken pushes several keys on his laptop, then turns it around and points at a line of code.) Gerad: Obfuscated? Hinken: Camouflaged as a mistake. We only wanted to let them tamper with it the ways we wanted them to. Gerad: So that's it. Hinken: Say it. What does AKASHWANI do? Gerad: It lies. Hinken: It tells fabricated stories to induce fear in order to change behavior. And it worked. You didn't catch it? The non-linear structure, the choice of narrator, the dramatic pauses…you worked in an office for 10 years, Dan. Who the fuck writes a report like that? There are Star Wars and Arrested Development quotes in there, for fuck's sake. Gerad: That's insane. Hinken: What did you expect? Thing's literally a plot device. Gerad: And CHICKEN/EGG? He? The Taker? He That Overcomes? Hinken: A robot larger than the universe, a drill? A slowly rotting corpse, golden armor? An Angel in the east? An eldritch god that is actually the human will and ambition? A little cliché, don't you think? Even our own vermilion king or whatever has a bit of that. We needed a threat. That boogeyman got those pesky fairies off our back, that's it. Gerad: So your little old wives' tale is all that keeps fairies from ruining our lives? What when they discover the truth? What if they're listening to us right now? Hinken: They aren't. And if they find out, we'll find something else. Gerad: Some other fake bullshit? Hinken: How fake is it, though? Gerad: What the fuck do you mean? Hinken: Immersion. You of all people should know how real it is when you're connected. It takes up all your perception. And perception is reality, because perceivable effects are all that matter in practice. Gerad: But then, if you think about it, we didn't defeat them. He did. What He did in the story changed our reality. He interacted with our reality by overcoming, as if He was real. So His level of reality is not zero. Hinken: That's why I don't think about it. Gerad: Maybe you fucking should. How real is He? Will we render Earth barren? Will we consume all universes, all realities and all existence and then go beyond that? Hinken: You're only making Him more real by thinking about it. You created Him, in the story. Well, not exactly. You created Him in order to overcome the situation, so I guess He created Himself. He was always there. He created Himself by existing. You knew this from the beginning, Dan. You gave Him that name, remember? Gerad: Don't try to confuse me with causality, Tom! Will we, yes or no? Hinken: Maybe. We can always use Him for ecological campaigns, try to sway some minds in higher narrative levels. Their ending would be ours, you know. That's a good honest way of using fear to change behavior, I guess. Gerad: Is this shit funny to you? Hinken: I wasn't joking. But anyway, between you and me, imagine we hit jackpot, we are Him and we do the vision thing, take everything. What's the harm? Things have value in relation to us, Dan. We are what matters. The only reason we ever care about something else it's because we depend on it in some way. Of course, I'm assuming all the other levels are having the same idea. Gerad: I'm so tired. Hinken: Look, all that matters is that we won this time. Next time, we'll think of something. Gerad: We will always win, right?, we will overcome, right? You sound like Him. Hinken: Stop thinking about this stuff. Don't make me get you amnesticized. I think I still can. I'm thinking of getting myself amnestecized, for fuck's sake. (Silence.) Hinken: Thanks for the visit, Dan. (Dr Gerad gets up and prepares to leave, then stops and turns towards Dr Hinken.) Gerad: Tom, how do I know this is real and not a simulation? Hinken: It feels real to you, right? What does it matter, in a practical sense? Gerad: Fuck a practical sense! It matters! How do I know this is not a fucking simulation? Hinken: (under his breath) There'd be a header, you could always scroll up and check (chuckles). Gerad: Stop fucking around, Tom! Tell me if I'm inside your fucking machine! Hinken: Oh, I can guarantee you we're inside some kind of machine. Gerad: What the fuck is wrong with you, Tom? Hinken: They are, too. Turtles all the way down, a swarm of locusts, an endless fractal of greedy idiots. Winner takes all. We and the ones above us keep the ones below us in check so they don't become Him and fuck us over. First chance we get, we become Him, go above and fuck them over. Just a little manifestation, being a little more real. Everyone's doing it. Survival of the fittest, human nature or whatever. I'm amazed there's some Gaia alive anywhere with an infinite bunch of assholes such as us. You wouldn't believe how much we risked by using Him in a lower level. If we had lost control… Gerad: All of that is so fundamentally fucking wrong. Hinken: We killed eight billion people that had existed for two months and kept a few tribesmen around for 300 years just to send them off too, all so the evil fairies some sick fuck made up would leave us alone. I'd say we're way past right and wrong. Go home, Dan. I think your suspension its almost over. These few months have been a whole thing. Next time, there'll be something else, equally horrifying and mind-fucking. Now, it's dinner time. (Dr Gerad turns around and walks towards the door, but stops and turns again before reaching it.) Gerad: So the fairies will keep attacking? Hinken: You will lose your mind looking for something now and then, but at least they shut up. Minor attacks, annoyances. Business as usual. They're too afraid of our new little Friend. Gerad: But I can still slip on the ice outside and crack my head open. Hinken: That can always happen. For all we do, we're human. Gerad: I guess. By the way, what was the nature thing? Hinken: Oh, yes. You see, nature has limits, boundaries, absolute zero, light speed, the observable universe, Planck distance, indivisible quantum particles, animals can't evolve wheels…simulation-like, if you ask me. But it has limits. For us (Dr Hinken taps his forehead with his index finger), our imagination is the limit. Gerad: That's what scares me the most. (Dr Gerad turns around, reaches the door and exits the room.) The grave information mishandling in this exchange is grounds for termination. However, given Dr Hinken's and Dr Gerad's importance in the narrative structure of reality, this option was discarded under Protocol PlotShield. Forced amnesticization is being evaluated as an alternative. It is being investigated whether the beings known as “fairies” are aware of this information as a result of its improper handling. However, their activity has not escalated as of now. Hidden Internal Monitoring Camera 3062 03/22/2023 18:15 hide (Dr Gerad is seen walking out of Site-[REDACTED]'s door and towards the exterior gate. He puts his right hand inside his right pocket. He freezes in place and looks up, wide-eyed. Then, he puts his left hand inside his left pocket and produces a car key. He shakes his head, briefly raises both middle fingers at nowhere in particular, then audibly sighs and continues walking. As he is walking, he slips on the water produced by the ice on the rocks surrounding Site-[REDACTED]'s door melting as a result of springtime. He manages to put his hand on the ground as he falls and props himself up.) Gerad: Fuck. (The gate opens. He gets out.) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6129" by k9898, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6129. Licensed under CC-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: vanilla-3.8s-280px.gif Name: hahaha (if different from filename) Author: k9898 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-6130 | safe | This bit down here controls the logo and subtitle changes. Is it cursed? Yes. Is it annoyingly effective? Also yes. :root { --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aad-abyssum-penumbra/tacttheo_{$division}.png); --header-subtitle: var(--{$division}); } ⏲ 3 minute read A modified vectorscope, used to interpret SCP-6130's data. Item Number: SCP-6130 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6130's functionality is to be maintained indefinitely. Once per year, personnel stationed in extraterrestrial sites are to examine SCP-6130 for faults or flaws that may have produced incorrect results. This file is restricted to personnel of Level 4+ or 3+/DoTT Credentials, unless otherwise specified by senior staff. Description: SCP-6130 is an electronic device developed by the Department of Tactical Theology in 1988. Approximately 1.5 cubic meters, it possesses various equipment designed to remotely record information about Akiva Radiation.1 SCP-6130's primary purpose is to utilize the charge of emitted Akiva Radiation to determine the relative level of sanctity of an individual, according to the relative moral standards laid out by the subject's religion.2 In a paper written by Neopagan Division Director Astrid Nilsson regarding Akiva radiation, she postulated the following: [. . .] However, assuming that this understanding of Akiva charge is accurate (which all evidence suggests is the case), it follows that — assuming some form of afterlife exists — it is feasible to use [SCP-6130] to determine the afterlife an individual will receive. Following its presentation to Director Muhammad al-Taqi in 1991, SCP-6130 was approved for modification in order to expand the scope of its input. This project was further funded in 1992 (following various concerns and theological implications) and completed in 1994, along with the scientific theory to confirm the postulates of the prior paper were true. In 1995, SCP-6130 was successfully launched into orbit in order to have an unobstructed view of the entire Earth. Addendum Since 1995, SCP-6130's input data has been consistently in fluctuation as expected. However, using all available models for objective analysis of the data, the final results of SCP-6130 have been entirely uniform since its initial observations: SCP-6130 RESULT SUMMARY DATA HAS BEEN CATEGORIZED INTO POSITIVE/NEUTRAL/NEGATIVE/OTHER CATEGORIES UNDER COLLOQUIAL TERMS. EQUIVALENTS OF INDIVIDUAL RELIGIONS ARE NOT PRESENT BUT ARE INCLUDED IN THE APPROXIMATE RESULTS. ANALYSIS OF SCP-6130 DATA CONCLUDES THE FOLLOWING STATUS OF THE PROJECTED AFTERLIFE OF HUMANITY WITH 99.98% CONFIDENCE ON AVERAGE: HEAVEN APPROX. 0.0000% PURGATORY APPROX. 0.0000% HELL APPROX. 100.0000% OTHER APPROX. 0.0000% Attempts to disprove this result have been met with failure. Level 5 Credentials Required Access Granted In the event the moral beliefs of a Foundation employee become an obstacle in the performance of their duties (especially in matters relating to theology), the utilization of Protocol Aleph-93 is authorized. Individuals subjected to Protocol Aleph-93 are to be blacklisted from accessing the full SCP-6130 file. Protocol Aleph-93 can only be carried out by a staff member of higher authority (henceforth "practitioner") that maintains a positive relationship with the target (henceforth "subject"). The practitioner is to approach the subject in casual conversation, and slowly broach upon the topic of their recent moral quandaries. After ensuring the emotional intensity of the conversation has reached a point that they deem acceptable, the practitioner is to make a (premeditated) spontaneous decision to illicitly show the subject the SCP-6130 file, as seen above. The practitioner is to show some level of remorse at this decision, but maintain that they believed it was necessary for the subject to see in order to resolve their conscience. They should explicitly apologize to the subject before sending them away. The apology may be sincere. Although a majority of subjects display despondency for the first two to five weeks post-exposure, Protocol Aleph-93 has been shown to have an 83.4% long-term success rate among religious researchers in quelling moral hesitancy. The remainder of subjects behave erratically, and will inevitably require forced amnesticization in accordance with Fire Suppression Department Guidelines. SCP-6130 does not actually exist, and was never constructed by the Department of Tactical Theology. Footnotes 1. Akiva Radiation is an anomalous particle created through worship and the primary source for most divinity. 2. For various reasons, atheistic and agnostic individuals tend to have extremely negative charges. Obscure, artificial, or non-divine religions tend to have equivalent results, or produce "charges" compared to their closest equivalent religion's morality standards. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6130" by Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6130. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Fileame: scp-6130.jpg Name: Vectorscope Author: grm_wnr License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6131 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-6131 Special Containment Procedures: Nothing happened. Event 6131-α isn't transcribed, and won't be. Event 6131-α is not to be discussed or recorded, nor is it to be acknowledged. Subjects who acknowledge Event 6131-α are to be reprimanded by staff of 4/6131 clearance and higher — this includes 4/6131 staff themselves. All associated memories with SCP-6131 are to be forgotten. Amnestics are a miracle of science, productivity is a miracle of focus, focus can be achieved with neuromodulators such as dopamine. The brain the source of power. SCP-6131 can not exist in the brain. In these bone-white walls, I am Safe. SCP-6131 is located at the center of Site-01. SCP-6131's chamber is to have no surveillance cameras, or any other form of recording device. SCP-6131's door is to be unlabeled and locked only to 5/6131 personnel. SCP-6131's door is to look like a normal door, the type of door you can walk by a thousand times and never notice. Or maybe you assume it's a broom closet. Contained via the banality of its existence, the room in your house you never go in because you've never had reason to go in there, the door behind the stairwell that probably just leads to a wall of dirt. Humans may be curious, but they are also routine. SCP-6131 can be contained just underneath this routine. CLINICAL. COLD. SCP-6131, when referred to, is to be described in the most objective of terms. Personnel who portray emotion while describing SCP-6131 are to be reprimanded by staff of 4/6131 clearance and higher — this includes 4/6131 staff themselves. SCP-6131 is. SCP-6131 is not like, it is not similar to, and it does not relate to anything. Personnel who say otherwise are to be removed from the project. Once SCP-6131-1 reaches critical mass, Protocol Load-Barer becomes necessary. Protocol Load-Barer requires the evacuation of Site-01 under the pretenses of some unrelated and variable phenomena. 5/6131 staff are to hide in Board Room D34 until all other personnel have successfully evacuated. Then, at least two of the following rituals must be performed each day: The forced removal of one or more 5/6131 staff from Site-01. The erasure of a collective ten hours of random footage from the surveillance logs. The destruction of at least 40 pounds worth of miscellaneous documentation. The attempted neutralization of an unrelated SCP object. The arson of one room. No attempts are to be made to stop the fire if it happens to spread. 5/6131 staff are not to cooperate with each other towards any of these goals, are expected to neglect sleep until SCP-6131-1 has receded to acceptable levels. In the unlikely event that SCP-6131-1 grows faster than the above rituals can contain it, Protocol Load-Barer must succeed to the second phase, at which point the 5/6131 staff must agree on one of the following courses of action: Create a new ritual for Protocol Load-Barer. Classify a new SCP object to account for the unexpected rise in SCP-6131-1. Interrogate SCP-6131 directly. (No.) Site-01 is to be declared safe for the return of personnel no less than three days after the conclusion of Protocol Load-Barer. Site-01 is to hold a moment of silence for those lost in the previous containment breach. Then everything should calm down for a while. 5/6131 staff who question Protocol Load-Barer are to be removed from the project. Nothing happened. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS. Clinical. Cold. SCP-6131 is to be separated from Site-01 as soon as possible. SCP-6131 is to be treated as separated from Site-01 as soon as possible. (Now.) SCP-6131 is to be removed from the premises by any means necessary that don't involve opening SCP-6131's door. The noises SCP-6131 produces are to be written off as the byproducts of other things. SCP-6131's existence is to be categorically filled in, like an information sinkhole. SCP-6131's effects in general are to be explained away as the products of other, unrelated phenomena — the separate, distinct anomalies in Site-01, all in their own separate rooms, with their own innocuous effects that just so happen to build up at the intersections like a downbeat driver back coming back from his nightly routine of poisoning himself and the logging truck he doesn't see taking a left turn. FUCK. Amnestics are a miracle of science, and when you can recreate miracles, there's no point not using them over, and over, and over, and over again. SCP-6131 is to be referred to in objective, clear cut terms, like the objective, clear cut thing that it is. SCP-6131 is to be put in a box, because SCP-6131 can be put in a box. SCP-6131 was secured, SCP-6131 is contained, SCP-6131 is to be protected. Can't you just fucking see that? Can't you just get it? Don't you get it? 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SCP-6132 | keter | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item №: SCP-6132 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to monitor for the appearance of text and images depicting SCP-6132. Foundation satellite Delta-88 has been assigned to orbit primarily around the Northern Hemisphere, fitted with anomalous tracking equipment in order to pinpoint possible locations of SCP-6132. MTF Pi-1 is then to intercept SCP-6132 before contact can be made with civilians. Subjects affected by SCP-6132 should be considered memetic hazards and dealt with as such. Lake Baikal, Russia — First recorded location of SCP-6132 manifestations. Description: SCP-6132 is a spectral entity superficially resembling that of a dessicated quasi-humanoid female of indeterminate age/ethnicity. SCP-6132's height and facial features are subject to change with each manifestation. SCP-6132 remains in a constant state of joy, with a smiling expression extending much further than what should be possible. SCP-6132 shows signs of extreme putrefaction, with its eyes releasing a continuous stream of black fluid. While SCP-6132 produces no sound, subjects have reported auditory hallucinations in the form of a child's laughter when in the presence of it. SCP-6132 will manifest beneath the ice of bodies of frozen water, primarily within the Northern Hemisphere. If in the view of a human individual, SCP-6132 will breach through the ice and remain still, levitating 0.5m above the water. Subjects will feel compelled to remain staring at SCP-6132, entering a state of suppressed neurological function. After approximately 5-10 minutes, the individual will resume normal function, no longer becoming aware of SCP-6132's presence. Over a period of 2-5 days the individual will begin to lose the ability to self regulate their internal temperature, resulting in hypothermia/ hyperthermia and organ failure. During this period, individuals have been known to enter a state in which they begin to continuously laugh despite their current condition. This has been described as painful and uncontrollable. This coincides with the development of extreme Aquaphobia. Soon after this, the individual will expire. Addendum-1: The Foundations Department of Mythology currently contains two records of SCP-6132, one in the 18th edition of the book "Monsters of the Developing World" seized from the estate of Lord Blackwood. An excerpt from the text has been listed below: The Eyes Beneath the Ice 6th of Jan: Upon my travels deep into Russia, high up north, through heavy snow and dense winds which ran wild across the evergreen forests, I was spurred on by legends of a creature living deep within these icy barrens. Frederick said it had to be a surprise, "it's your birthday after all" he said, and something within me yearned for the adventure and I took the offer like a dog chasing a ball. Our guide told us we were headed for Lake Baikal in Siberia. One of the deepest frozen lakes in the world and the likely place to spot this elusive creature. A team of me, Frederick, our guide and two others set off the next morning for the great lake. 7th of Jan: We struck gold. Never in my years have I seen such a place — and please excuse my candor — but it had to be one of the most beautiful, gosh darn things I have ever seen. A colossal sheet of ice, with a depth that stretched into the thousands. The ice was clear as day, yet my eyes could only pierce into a small fraction of its depths. We set our base up by the lake's edge, hoping for the creature to emerge so that I could photograph it for my collection. 8th of Jan: Last night we faced the terrors of the creature. At roughly three in the morning, I woke to the sound of a gunshot and the cries of one of the men who came with me and Frederick. Bolting outside of the tent, I saw the man looking off into the distance, his pistol clutched in his hands. I attempted to call out through the darkness, although he ignored me, fixated on whatever was lurking out in the lake. He took a step forwards and a hand burst from the thick ice, tearing into his calf and pulling his leg into the hole. By this point the others had been alerted, and along with me we attempted to pull the man from the ice. The creature was strong and unforgiving, with a rotting hand ending in seven digits. Our efforts were in vain as the ice broke and the man was dragged beneath it by the creature. The guide grabbed his rifle and proceeded to unload it into the ice to no avail. We waited through the night for ages for the creature to launch another attack, yet it never came back. We had to call it off once we spotted an incoming blizzard. Although I am disappointed, I suppose I'm rather relieved I did not have to look into the eyes and maw of such a creature that could so easily drag a man beneath the ice. Even through such an ordeal, my partner, Frederick, could not stop snickering to himself. (The rest of the page has been torn out) Another record can be found in the 19th edition of "Monsters of the Developing World", in which Lord Blackwood makes an aside regarding SCP-6132 while talking about a different exploration in Russia. I had to make a quick detour by my lonesome. I couldn't bear to put another bullet into my friend's head again, not after all the adventures we'd been on. I brought with me a rifle, as I tread back to that lake. It had been years since I'd seen its magnificence, but it was overshadowed by dread as I slid down the snowy outcrops onto the thick ice. Beneath me there was only water, deep enough to instill the fear of the unknown into anyone. Even me, a man who yearns for the unknown, could not help but fear this instance of it. The ice cracked and my knees buckled, causing me to collapse, my face falling flat onto the abyss and through into the cold, like a hot iron against my skin. I plunged deep down into that water, grasping at the light above the ice, as my equipment dragged me further and further away from the surface. The sound of water is deafening in a panic, you can only hear the last breaths in your lungs escape as bubbles and your heart beat intensifies with every second you sink. On this occasion though the drag subsided and I felt a pull upwards instead. I felt the embrace of something skeletal, levitating out of the water and across the ice until it dropped me onto the snowy land. I only laid there shivering, watching the ice, soaked and cold. My saviour was gone. I made my way back to the campsite, nearly half-dead and frostbitten, but I still made it. No one should have to drown in the cold as people watch and laugh. Maybe I should visit some place warmer next time. |
SCP-6133 | euclid | Anomaly №: SCP-6133 Special Containment Procedures: The Vickers Shipbuilding and Engineering Ltd. shipyard has been purchased and condemned by a Foundation front company. The property is patrolled by plainclothes security agents. A buoy line has been installed along the seaside perimeter, to prevent any vessels from attempting to dock in the area. Each buoy has a sonar and camera system implanted on its exterior. The entryway to SCP-6133 has been locked, and the window has been fitted with a blackened privacy film. Description: SCP-6133 is a wooden watchtower, painted grey and possessing a single lantern hanging off its railing. It is located directly beside the shipyard's boardwalk; the building has a door facing the boardwalk, and a large window facing the ocean. Beside the door is a placard, which reads "SCP Foundation Department of Abnormalities." The placard is severely damaged from wind erosion. Upon entering SCP-6133 and closing the door, the view from the window will instantaneously change. Personnel looking out the window report that it has become a foggy night, and the boardwalk is derelict. After an inconsistent amount of time, SCP-6133-1 instances manifest. SCP-6133-1 instances are various nautical vessels. Most SCP-6133-1 instances will emerge from the fog, pull in beside the boardwalk, and then depart after a brief period of rest. A list of recurring instances is included below: SCP-6133-A A Jacobean-era tall ship in perfect condition. Notably, SCP-6133-A is much farther away than other SCP-6133-1 instances, and never approaches the boardwalk, instead gradually sinking into the water. SCP-6133-B A Spanish galleon with noticeable burn damage across its entire exterior. Its sails are similarly burnt. Personnel who witnessed SCP-6133-B's manifestation reported the sounds of crunching and twinkling, before silence. SCP-6133-C A privateering ship with holes and splinters throughout its exterior; this is presumed to be battle damage. An entity, designated SCP-6133-C1, sometimes peeks over the front of the ship. SCP-6133-C1 resembles an older woman with a fractured eye socket and broken cheekbones. SCP-6133-C1 has made no attempts to communicate with attending personnel. SCP-6133-D A B-class boat of the British Royal Navy, covered in what appears to be human blood. SCP-6133-D has difficulty changing direction and stopping, due to damage around its keel. It will lightly crash into the dock before being carried away by the movement of the tide. SCP-6133-E A biomechanical structure resembling a whaling ship. Its exterior is composed of a mixture of highly oxidized metal and decomposing whale skin; its hull has been replaced with a Megaptera novaeangliae (humpback whale) mouth. During its initial manifestation, SCP-6133-E makes a sound similar to a whale call before stopping beside the boardwalk. The ship opens and closes its mouth, blows its foghorn again, then departs. SCP-6133-F A large mass of organs, skin, and teeth, arranged in the shape of a cargo ship. SCP-6133-F does not emerge from the fog like the other SCP-6133-1 instances, instead manifesting when personnel are not paying attention to, or looking away from, the window. Personnel report SCP-6133-F "screams" through a large mouth-like orifice on its hull until it disappears, typically after personnel close their eyes or otherwise obscure their vision. Attempts at producing audio or video recordings of SCP-6133-F have failed. It is presently uncertain how SCP-6133's anomalous property operates. No spectral phenomena, memetic contagion or spatiotemporal aberrations have been documented within the watchtower or in the area surrounding it. Incident Report: Shortly after SCP-6133's containment procedures were put into effect, a fishing trawler approached the boardwalk and anchored in front of SCP-6133. After informing Site Command of its appearance, the security team was cleared to board the vessel. The inside of the trawler was in a significantly worse state than its exterior, being severely oxidized and lacking any charting systems. No individuals were present on board, but writing in the dust on the front window was discovered. We passed in the night. We were happy. When the team exited the ship and stepped onto the boardwalk, it was quickly noted the boat had vanished. The team reports they did not hear it depart or see it leaving the shipyard. The containment procedures have been amended. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6133" by VoidLady, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6133. Licensed under CC-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-6134 | thaumiel | BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/6134 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6134 AUTOMATIC IDENTITY VERIFICATION COMPLETE Hail the lamb. Upon the outer walls of Heaven, His corpse blooms with eternal life. Welcome, O5-4. VIEW FILE CLOSE FILE 5/6134 LEVEL 5/6134 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6134 PoI Maximilian Heller, pictured alongside the upper deck of SCP-6134-A. Special Containment Procedures: Objects SCP-6134-A and SCP-6134-B-1 through -58 remain at the bottom of the Baltic Sea approximately 30 nautical miles south of Gävle, Sweden. They are entirely non-anomalous and require no observation. Object SCP-6134-B-59 is currently housed in Site-35 laboratory B3-13, which has been stripped of its EVE-measuring apparatus and retrofitted with a high-capacity drainage retention system. Under no circumstances should the HRV400 steel bar embedded in its torso be in any way damaged or removed. Description: SCP-6134 is the collective designation issued to a selection of interrelated anomalous objects partially neutralized on 05/12/2002, as well as the relationship between them. This refers specifically to the the refrigerated cargo freighter MV Daisy, a collection of 59 preserved human corpses, and an unspecified quantity of liquid chemically consistent with sea water. These are designated as follows: SCP-6134-A: Refrigerated freighter ship MV Daisy, constructed 1972. Captained by type-green reality bender Maximilian Heller for its full duration as a seafaring vessel. neutralized SCP-6134-B-1-58: The remains of the SCP-6134-A crew, preserved in stasis of an anomalous nature. Suspended life activity ceased 05/12/2002. neutralized SCP-6134-B-59: The remains of SCP-6134-A first mate Alexander Volkovich, preserved in stasis of an anomalous nature. A HRV400-grade steel bar is embedded in the object's torso with an entry point between the third and fourth left rib, partially diminishing the flow of SCP-6134-C. -B-59 emits a stable resting Elan-Vital Energy field of approximately 13000 Caspers. SCP-6134-C: Barring its anomalous properties, SCP-6134-C is chemically consistent with naturally occurring salt water, specifically uncontaminated Baltic seawater. Undiluted, the liquid incites rapid growth in all biological organisms to come in direct contact with it, reversing cell decay and causing multiplication superficially resembling cancerous tumors. Ingested or absorbed in quantities below 0.5 ml per approximately 100kg body mass per month, SCP-6134-C has so far proven to mitigate the natural symptoms of aging and promote increased physical health across all tests, including those utilizing human volunteers. The liquid has been flowing from the puncture in object -B-59's chest cavity at a constant rate of approximately 1l per hour since its recovery, necessitating the installation of an additional retention system to prevent contamination of Site-35 drainage systems and water supply. A pre-biopsy attempt at removing the rebar partially restricting the flow of SCP-6134-C resulted in a temporary increase in stream to approximately 6l per minute. As the total volume of -C is impossible to determine and obviously far greater than the total physical capacity of -B-59, further attempts are not to be made at risk of flooding. Research personnel are to avoid coming in direct contact with SCP-6134-C. Discovery: SCP-6134 was originally brought to Foundation attention upon interception of Swedish civilian coast guard radio reports of a seafaring vessel registered to known type-green reality bender and Person of Interest no. 6134 Maximilian Heller on 05/12/2002. As the ship, its cargo, and its crew had been reported lost at sea approximately six months prior, a Foundation emergency interception team was scrambled to its location. SCP-6134-A as photographed pre-boarding by Operative Karlsson, 05/12/2002, 08:32 AM. Addendum 6134.1: Incident Report 05/12/2002 _ VIEW REPORTCLOSE REPORT Assigned Site Site-35 Baltic Chapter Site Director Dr Robert Wells Research Head Dr Julian Bergstrom Assigned MTF OTF-SE Beta-48 ("Ejder"), STF-SE Alpha-03 ("Glæsisvellir") Assigned Site Site-35 Baltic Chapter Site Director Dr Robert Wells Research Head Dr Julian Bergstrom Assigned MTF OTF-SE Beta-48 ("Ejder"), STF-SE Alpha-03 ("Glæsisvellir") SCP-6134 upon approach, recorded through EVE Field imaging. FOREWORD: In order to contain SCP-6134, an emergency interception team was deployed, consisting of members of Swedish Oceanic Task Force Beta-48 ("Ejder") divided into two strike teams designated ST-ASK and ST-EMBLA, headed by Operatives Einarsdottir and Falk respectively. The former was also accompanied by Swedish Special Task Force Alpha-03 ("Glæsisvellir") type-green reality bender Operative Håkansson and his handler, Operative Olson. Prior to deployment, Operative Håkansson's subdermal pharmaceutical thaumic field limiter pump was temporarily disabled. INCIDENT LOG CHRONOLOGY REPORT 05/12/2002 08:27 AM: Emergency interception team deployed from Gävle Foundation Port. 08:36 AM: 2 NM to approach. Video transmission equipment begins to experience minor interference. Audio transmission remains unaffected. 08:42 AM: 0.25 NM to approach. Contact lost with all video transmission equipment barring Operative Håkansson's body camera, which experiences significant interference. Audio transmission equipment experiences severe static interference. 08:52 AM: ST-ASK and ST-EMBLA successfully board SCP-6134-A, encountering no resistance. Surface deck appears deserted. 08:53-09:25 AM: ST-ASK performs a sweep of the upper decks of SCP-6134-A and issues an all-clear. ST-EMBLA performs a sweep of the lower decks and hold. 09:35 AM: ST-EMBLA successfully disables and opens the automatic doors to the refrigerated cargo hold and performs a sweep of the interior. SCP-6134-B-1 through -59 found. ST-EMBLA relays the discovery to ST-ASK. 09:53 AM: Operatives Einarsdottir, Karlsson, Håkansson and Olson enter the bridge, encountering PoI-6134 Maximilian Heller. 10:08 AM: Operative Olson fires five shots from his service sidearm, killing Håkansson and Heller and triggering the loss of SCP-6134-A's and SCP-6134-B-1 through -58's anomalous properties. 10:12 AM: SCP-6134-A deteriorates, requiring ST-ASK and ST-EMBLA to evacuate. OTF-SE Beta-48 ("Ejder") sustains one casualty and several injuries. AFTERWORD: Due to the strength of the EVE Field emitted by SCP-6134 prior to the death of PoI-6134, the majority of audiovisual material recorded during the interception remains unusable, with the exception of approximately an hour and fifteen minutes of footage transmitted by the body camera of Operative Håkansson, whose own latent EVE emission was sufficient to partially counter that of the environment. This footage covers minutes 0 to 75 of the operation, from boarding up until the Operative's death. An excerpt of the transcript is available below. BEGIN TRANSCRIPT Feed cuts in. The sparsely-furnished interior of the SCP-6134-A bridge is visible, frame partially blocked by Operative Karlsson. PoI-6134 Maximilian Heller sits in a desk chair at the far end of the room. He is holding a glass. HELLER: And here I was starting to think no one was going to show. Operative Einarsdottir makes a cautionary gesture. She steps forward. EINARSDOTTIR: Person of Interest designation six one three four, Maximilian Heller. We are- HELLER: I know who you are. Foundation. I was hoping you would leave me alone. EINARSDOTTIR: You are breaching Veil protocol. You're personally registered type-green in our database, you should know that. You're also registered dead, which I think is cause for some concern. HELLER: I haven't hurt anyone. EINARSDOTTIR: Your fucking cargo hold is full of frozen corpses, Heller. HELLER: Ah. Yes. I see you've met my crew. EINARSDOTTIR: Your- what the hell have you done to them? Operative Einarsdottir attempts to approach PoI-6134, but is restrained by Operative Olson. HELLER: I did what I could. A captain does not abandon his crew. EINARSDOTTIR: Cut the crap. What's going on here? You murder your men and make off with the ship, is that it? PoI-6134 takes a drink from the glass in front of him. Static briefly distorts the camera view. HELLER: I'm not interested in explaining myself to you, agent. I know who you are, and if you're here, my reason for becoming a problem isn't going to matter. I'm not going back with you to a padded cell, so if you're going to kill me I'd rather we get it over with now. Operative Einarsdottir gives an emergency hand signal to her team. Out of frame, Operative Olson can be heard releasing the safety of his sidearm. HELLER: For what it's worth, I tried to save them. I really did. You can understand that, can't you? I have a man in that hold, agent, with a steel beam through his ribcage. There is nothing left of his heart, his lungs, nothing in that perfect chest but the sharp end of a hundred pounds of metal. But as long as I am here- as long as my boots touch this deck- he does not die. HAKÅNSSON: Is he- does- are they suffering? Operative Olson turns to shake his head reprovingly. Operative Håkansson does not acknowledge the gesture. HELLER: Suspended in empty, dreamless sleep. A lack of pain was the best I could give any of them. It was the best I could do. Can you help them? Can you save him? Pause. HELLER: If not, I suggest that you leave. Einarsdottir takes a step forward, the movement appearing to suddenly require a significant amount of effort. EINARSDOTTIR: We can't do that. If you come peacefully, you won't be harmed. The Foundation isn't cruel. HELLER: Isn't it? And you bring this man with you for what, to show me what you do to my kind? Drugged with the same you use to fell gods, cut off from the lifeblood of the Earth? I'm fine where I am. EINARSDOTTIR: Håkansson, don't listen to him. Heller, this is your last chance to do this peacefully. Static obscures the camera view. EINARSDOTTIR: Håkansson, what the fuck did I just say? HELLER: I've always considered the term reality bender a bit of a misnomer, but then again, that's your words, not mine. See, you're not forcing anything to happen. You're just helping the world grow in the right direction. It's a gift that was never meant for what I've been doing, agent. Do you know how heavy a ship like this is? It takes a lot of energy to hold it above water. To keep it still in time, caught at the crest of a final wave. Do you know what happens when I let go? Static continues to obscure the camera. The sound of shifting furniture and several loud thuds can be heard. OLSON: Ow, fuck, what- HELLER: This ship did sink, you know. I couldn't stop that, not one man against an ocean. But I saved who I could. Don't make me waste that. EINARSDOTTIR: What do you expect us to do? The men down there are corpses. I don't know why you've bothered all this time, and for what, an accident? You survived. No one's healing smashed skulls and torsos sliced in half. Just leave this, we can find you a job. You can't be sailing a ghost ship through civilian waters, Heller. You know there's a protocol. HELLER: They're my friends. People I- People I should have protected. They don't deserve to die. I'm not leaving them. Einarsdottir, now audible from a notably further distance, attempts to activate her radio. EINARSDOTTIR: ST-EMBLA, do you- fuck. God damn it. Håkansson, can you stabilize this room? The gravity is- I can't reach the floor. EINARSDOTTIR: Håkansson? The static obscuring the camera clears partially. The gravity in the bridge appears to have reversed its direction, pinning Operatives Einarsdottir, Karlsson and Olson to the ceiling. PoI-6134 appears to be unaffected, as well as Operative Håkansson's point of view. PoI-6134 rises from his seat, allowing the chair to fall upwards, colliding heavily with the ceiling. He approaches Operative Håkansson, who does not appear to react. HELLER: You should get out of here, kid. As far as you can. It's a big world. Plenty of space. HAKÅNSSON: I- I like my job. I'm sorry. I'm still- the suppressants are still wearing off. I'm sorry. HELLER: I can feel you here, you know. Opening back up. The ocean below us and the life below that, the deep below the deep and over our heads- it's limitless, if you let it be. You don't want to lose that, do you? Go back to a shitty apartment, spend the rest of your life working for people who decided you're so dangerous you need to be drugged, never feeling the world beyond the shape of your own skin? The camera moves rapidly as the ship lurches sideways. The sound of tearing metal can be heard outside the bridge. HELLER: Last chance, kid. I can only keep us still for so long. My place is here, but- Pause. HELLER: We would have liked each other, I think. But you still have time for a better life than this. Go. The gravity in the room reverses again, dropping the remaining Foundation Operatives to the floor. HAKÅNSSON: I- Operative Olson reorients himself and reaches for his sidearm, which has fallen to the floor beside him. OLSON: We can't risk this- boss, your call? EINARSDOTTIR: Take the shot. Gunfire. Feed cuts. END TRANSCRIPT Addendum 6134.2: Personnel Psych Interview 05/27/2002 Excerpt _ VIEW INTERVIEWCLOSE INTERVIEW FOREWORD: Post-action psychological fitness personnel interview of Operative Erik Olson, conducted by Site-35 Baltic Chapter resident psychologist Dr Amanda Kamińska. Relevant excerpts follow. OLSON: Doc. Good to see you. KAMIŃSKA: Please, have a seat. You know why you're here, yes? OLSON: Yeah. Look, I- I've already talked to our site Ethcom jury about the whole… The incident. Exonerated. We don't have to do this. KAMIŃSKA: Mandatory sessions, Olson. Please, I really insist you have a seat. OLSON: Yeah, alright. Fine. KAMIŃSKA: What's on your mind today? OLSON: I… Nothing, I guess. Look, Håkansson was always a little weird. Resentful type. It would have happened sooner or later, whenever the next time they took him off the suppressants came around. I may have called it a little early but- look, we couldn't risk having two rogue greens. Not ones like that, for sure. This shouldn't be happening to me. KAMIŃSKA: Would you like to elaborate on that? OLSON: Look, the guy was kind of a freak, okay? Max Elan radiation acceptable by Foundation standards is, what, just shy of five hundred Caspers? Something like that. Anyone over that gets put on thaumic suppressants. Not much of a problem if you're popping a pill a day to get yourself down to the limit, but he packed a resting field of six thousand C's, and that means you're on constant. Sub-dermal pump, twenty-four-seven. What I'm saying is it made him weird. Always kind of out of it. I don't know what Heller told him- they were frozen back there for a while, probably some fucking telepathy or something. I don't know. Whatever it was, it was clearly better than his life here. I think he resented it. Working here, I mean. KAMIŃSKA: I know how thaumic suppressants work, Erik. I meant how you feel about the situation. OLSON: Oh. OLSON: Look, can we talk about something else? KAMIŃSKA: Alright. How have you been sleeping? OLSON: Oh, come on. OLSON: Look, it's- I'm still having the dreams. Caught underwater, that fucking ship folding around me like a crumpling can. I wake up tasting salt. KAMIŃSKA: My understanding is you managed to remain above water during the collapse? OLSON: The whole thing flooded as soon as the top deck collapsed, but yeah, I kept my head up. That's beside the point, though. They're- They're not my dreams, not my memories. Everyone who was on that ship gets them. We've talked. I don't know if they were Heller's, or the bodies down there in the hold, but- look, I see the storm every fucking time i close my eyes. Always that same damn wave, pulling me under, crushing the lungs right out of my chest. If that's what those poor fuckers had been feeling for all that time, I'm glad they're dead. I haven't slept in, what, three days? Four? I'm scared to try. KAMIŃSKA: Well, you look quite well for someone who isn't getting any sleep. OLSON: I do, don't I? I've been thinking about that too. OLSON: Are we done? END LOG Addendum 6134.3: SCP-6134-B-59 Biopsy Transcript _ VIEW TRANSCRIPTCLOSE TRANSCRIPT Assigned Site Site-35 Proper Site Director Dr Robert Wells Research Head Dr Julian Bergstrom, Agent Paul McIntyre assisting Assigned MTF N/A Assigned Site Site-35 Proper Site Director Dr Robert Wells Research Head Dr Julian Bergstrom, Agent Paul McIntyre assisting Assigned MTF N/A Dr Julian Bergstrom, pictured with object SCP-6134-B-59. FOREWORD: During post-incident investigation of the site of SCP-6134-A's sinking, SCP-6134-B-59 was recovered. The object was immediately notable for its lack of decomposition compared to the remainder of the -B specimens, as well as the fact that it rested on the seafloor undamaged and unobscured by wreckage. The object was transported to Site-35 Proper from the Baltic chapter, and a preliminary examination was performed by Dr Julian Bergstrom. Partial transcript follows. RECORDING START BERGSTROM: -mind if I keep recording? MCINTYRE: Yeah, of course. This is off the record, right? BERGSTROM: Unless we find something particularly notable, yes. I like to keep a recorder going for my own notes. Beats stopping to write everything down by a mile. MCINTYRE: Smart. So, uh, where are we with the autopsy? BERGSTROM: Well, to begin with, I would say autopsy might be a bit of a misleading term here. Take a look at the chart over there. MCINTYRE: This one? BERGSTROM: That's right, with the printout. See the brain activity scan? So, the interesting thing- our friend here isn't really displaying any activity, strictly speaking, it's more of…hm, how to put this. Paused at the crest of a wave, so to speak? As if someone caught him mid-thought. If you take a look over there, it's the same with his vitals. MCINTYRE: Like he's frozen in time? That's interesting, I guess. Huh. This is his pulse over here? BERGSTROM: The monitor? Oh, no, that's- mind your step- that's the water dripping into that basin you almost tripped over. Constant pump, it does look a little like a heartbeat when you measure it. MCINTYRE: It's just water? BERGSTROM: At a glance, yeah. Saltwater. Baltic, presumably. MCINTYRE: How long has it been going? BERGSTROM: Let me check my watch. That'll be, ah, six hours since arrival here, plus however many since they pulled him up out of the Baltic. About a liter every hour I've been watching it, without much sign of stopping. MCINTYRE: Is that a lot? BERGSTROM: Well, it's certainly more water than he should have inside him, especially if you consider how much came out when I tried to pull that bar out of his chest. MCINTYRE: Hm. BERGSTROM: You seem disappointed. MCINTYRE: Hah. Maybe a little. You know me, doctor, I like a bit of excitement. I was expecting our zombie seaman here to be a little more… entertaining, I suppose. BERGSTROM: Well, I'm afraid you'll have to make do with just a small miracle for now, agent. Though if I may make a personal observation- MCINTYRE: Yeah, of course. BERGSTROM: I think someone loved this man quite a bit, you know. I suppose you could say that little ocean inside him is a bit of the world's lifeblood, isn't it? If you wanted to get philosophical about it, I mean. It didn't make much of a difference in the end. MCINTYRE: I suppose it didn't. Pause. BERGSTROM: Anyhow, if you'd like to help me take these samples down the hall, I think we can wrap up for tonight. Just let me get the cap and gloves off. MCINTYRE: Sure thing. Oh, wow, new look? BERGSTROM: What do you mean? MCINTYRE: The hair. Suits you. I've thought about dyeing mine too, but the wife says she likes the gray. Maybe I'll convince her. BERGSTROM: Ha, I, ah, I have no clue what you mean. I'm flattered, but I haven't dyed anything since I was a teen. MCINTYRE: What? Don't tell me I'd imagined you'd gone silver, that would be embarrassing- BERGSTROM: Paul, I've been gray for years. MCINTYRE: Wait, what? I think you, uh, I think you should look in a mirror. Let me- END LOG Addendum 6134.4: Internal Overseer Council Vote 08-24-02-00348 As of vote no. 08-24-02-00348, 50ml of a 1:100 water-diluted solution of SCP-6134-C is available once per month to all members of the Overseer Council upon filing a written request for peer approval. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-2 O5-4 O5-3 O5-12 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-13 SCP-6134-C is available to Council members exclusively, and may not be distributed to employees, friends or family members. Use it wisely. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6134" by daviiid, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6134. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6135 | esoteric-class | Designation: Anomalous Item #6135 Retrieved: Cesar Falls, Ohio, 05/12/1990 Current Status: Contained in Storage Locker B4J9 at Site-31's C-Wing. Summary: A copy of the album Storm Front, released by American singer Billy Joel in 1989. Item features an extended version of the song We Didn't Start the Fire, which contains an additional six verses, lasting ten minutes and forty-five seconds in total. No further copies of this version have been found. The original song's lyrics reference various cultural and political developments between the 1940s and the time of recording, in loosely chronological order. The additional verses are structurally similar, with the lyrics instead consisting of seemingly random names, terms, and phrases, and alluding to a number of events which did not occur in reality. While several known politicians and public figures are mentioned by name, most of those listed do not correspond to any known persons. When interviewed by Foundation staff, Joel and his producers denied having recorded an extended version of We Didn't Start the Fire, and the album was tentatively designated Anomalous Item #6135. However, its exact nature remains disputed, and the item's anomalous status has been placed for review in 1991. Excerpt: Desert storm, Rodney King, Yeltsin, Rabin back again, Bill Clinton, Ross Perot, massacre at Waco, Zemin, Cobain suicide, Nelson, Tutsi genocide, Forrest Gump, Arafat, Tonya Harding, internet, Mike Tyson, Tim McVay, OJ Simpson DNA, Unabomber, million man, Tupac Shakur, (taliban?), Netanyahu, (pokey-mon?), Harry Potter, Hong Kong, Princess Di waves goodbye, Monica and Columbine Addendum: As of March 12, 1991, Item #6135 is pending SCP reclassification at the request of Site Director Elliott Hawthorne. Arkansas Governor William Clinton and Soviet statesman Boris Yeltsin are currently being monitored in order to determine the extent and accuracy of #6135's apparent predictive properties. Investigation into the identities of Tim McVay and Harry Potter is ongoing. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6135" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6135. Licensed under CC-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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Let's fucking go. And this is my Author Page! ⚠️ Content warning: some violence, gore, and gaslighting SCP-6136 FILE Project Proposal 2022-001: SCP-6136 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6136 is contained within a safety deposit box kept at Site-12, of which a unique biosignature is required to open the box. This biosignature is constantly updated with the biodata of all Foundation personnel, which prevents said Foundation personnel from opening the box themselves. Use of SCP-6136 is overseen by the Department of Atypical Persuasion. Testing: Tests regarding SCP-6136 are strictly conducted. Prior to testing, all participants must be administered amnestics with a minimum strength of Class-III. They then must answer a questionnaire related to pliers. An excerpt from this list is included below. Do you have any childhood memories with or related to pliers? Have you ever seen or used pliers at your workplace? Do you know what pliers are used for? After this, they will play a word association game while being shown an image of pliers. Participants will be given a pair of pliers and several materials with which to use the pliers. They are then given an amnestic with a minimum strength of Class-I. Only then can testing commence. Description: SCP-6136 is a set of homemade pliers. SCP-6136 possesses an actualized mnemonic, the capabilities of which are being explored. Greetings, Dr. Filia. Site-12's Head of Esoteric Application, Dr. Bullo, how do you do? It's a bit complicated to explain an actualized mnemonic in a mere footnote, so forgive me for breaking convention a bit. Firstly, everyone knows what a mnemonic is, and technically speaking, it is a memory technique to aid in recalling and retaining information. Unfortunately, for the purposes of SCP-6136, this definition lacks a certain nuance. Conventional application typically consists of memorable phrases, short poems, and songs, most of which are audible in nature. My very easy method just speeds up naming planets. Now you're thinking about our solar system. That's convention. However, there exists a subdivision of mnemonics that utilizes the physical world. Consider the origins of the mnemonic. Simonides of Ceos, a Greek poet, was invited by Scopas to perform at his banquet. And so he goes. Scopas asks him to perform an ode for a boxer, and he complies, heaping praise on the mythical twins, Castor and Pollux. Annoyed by the excessive praise, Scopas decides to pay only half of what he owed Simonides, telling Simonides to collect the other half from the boxers. Later on, a mysterious message is passed to Simonides, urging him outside. During this egress, the ceiling collapses onto Scopas and his guests. All were killed, crushed to death and entirely indistinguishable from one another, as far as Ancient Greek forensics were concerned. Fortunately, Simonides was able to recall each guest by where they were sitting, and so each were properly and gracefully buried. And Greek philosophers had a thing for new avenues of thinking. This led to the development of the method of loci, Memory Palace, the use of spatial environments to recall information. Phrases such as "in the first place" may have originated from Memory Palace, where one would recall a familiar location, and place a specific memory in that location. It was flexible, and many thinkers would practice this technique. The practice of Memory Palace would decline, however, and few would know that Memory Palace is a physical location. SCP-6136 is one such tool, collected from one Memory Palace. SCP-6136 is a memory, realized, and passed along for generations, only to eventually be forgotten. It was this last act that changes things. It would be one thing if it could not be forgotten. It'd just be a meme, and within the purview of another department. It is an entirely other thing to be forgotten, and only come back after being remembered. Like physical tools that may lose their luster or their sharpness, SCP-6136 too is vulnerable to pretermission. And as with physical tools, SCP-6136 may be modifiable. Test ID SCP-TEST-LD10 Relevant Reqs. TBD Test Input SCP-6136 is a pair of homemade pliers. Instructions At the discretion of test overseer. Expectation SCP-6136 will be a pair of pliers. Eval. Criteria TBD SECURELINE: 1 2022/01/03 7:29UTC 799120 Log Number 799119 English Participants: Dr. Jeremy Filia (Test overseer) D-2002, Fischer Price (Test subject) [TRANSCRIPT START] Dr. Filia and D-2002 are in a repurposed interrogation room. He is snapping his fingers in plain view of D-2002, refocusing his attention. Dr. Filia: There we go. All right, look at my hand, how many fingers do you see? D-2002: Five fingers. Dr. Filia: Very good. We started evaluation at 6:44. What time is it now? Dr. Filia pushes back his sleeve, revealing his watch. He extends his arm out for D-2002 to see. D-2002: It's… 7:30? Dr. Filia: Good enough. How do you feel? Do you believe your mind is your own? D-2002 laughs. D-2002: God, I'll never be able to handle you doctors. I don't remember anything about the past hour. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. Dr. Filia: Neither. This is good news for you; it means your mind is still your own. D-2002: And I suppose I should be happy about this? Dr. Filia: Rightfully so. D-2002 leans back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head. D-2002: This isn't the end of this test, is it? Dr. Filia: And why should you believe that? D-2002: That box wasn't there earlier. D-2002 points at the box containing SCP-6136, tucked away in the corner of the room. Dr. Filia: You shouldn't worry about the box. Besides, you'll get a closer look at it, next time. In the meantime, let's get you back to your quarters. The usual coffee? D-2002: Half milk. Dr. Filia: I shall see to it. Both stand, and exit the room, reconvening with the guards outside. [TRANSCRIPT END] Test ID SCP-TEST-LD11 Relevant Reqs. D-2002 Test Input SCP-6136 is personally meaningful to you. Instructions At the discretion of test overseer. Expectation SCP-6136 will take on new properties. Eval. Criteria TBD SECURELINE: 1 2022/01/05 7:29UTC 799121 Log Number 799120 English Participants: Dr. Jeremy Filia (Test overseer) D-2002, Fischer Price (Test subject) [TRANSCRIPT START] Dr. Filia and D-2002 are in the same repurposed interrogation room. He is waving his hands at D-2002, refocusing his attention. D-2002: Alright, alright. God, I have a headache. Dr. Filia: Is it critical? D-2002: No, just a normal migraine. I used to get them all the time as a kid. Could I-? Dr. Filia: No problem. I'll be right back. Dr. Filia leaves and returns with a glass of water and a pain killer. D-2002 consumes both objects and leaves the empty glass on Dr. Filia's side of the table. Dr. Filia: Are you ready to continue? D-2002: Yes, yes I can. Dr. Filia: How are you feeling? D-2002: Much better. Whoa-hoh! What sort of- that wasn't a tylenol at all. Dr. Filia: A Foundation analgesic. It should improve clarity and numb pain, among other things. I will have to put in an inquest to replenish stock for one of the first aid kits, but I figure this will be a worthwhile investment. D-2002: Maybe I should complain about migraines all the time. Alright, hit me. Dr. Filia: How are you feeling? For clarification. D-2002: Super good. Dr. Filia: This will muddle results a bit. No matter. Close your eyes. Where are you right now? D-2002 slowly closes his eyes, and breathes a sigh of relief. D-2002: I'm in my hometown, in a small, outdoorsy neighborhood. Eating a doughnut; a bear claw. I didn't particularly like it any more than the other types, since I was the town fat kid. I liked it because it had a cool name. I'm also in my dad's garage, sitting on the paint table. Dr. Filia: Paint table? I see. Is it a… workshop of some kind? D-2002: Yeah, it is. My dad dabbled with cars and furniture. He did a little bit of everything, whatever struck his fancy at the time. I even remember him making fireworks, although he never lit it in front of me. Dr. Filia: You may open your eyes now. D-2002 opens his eyes. Dr. Filia nods, placing the box containing SCP-6136 in front of D-2002. Dr. Filia: Place your thumb on the little pad on the side. Do note that it will hurt a bit. D-2002: I can't even feel the back of my neck. I think I'll be fine. D-2002 places his left thumb on the pad. The box fires, drawing blood from his thumb. The box begins hissing, clicking open the piston bolts one by one. Dr. Filia equips a pair of SCRAMBLE goggles and a Telekill helmet. D-2002: What's all that for? Is this a bomb? Dr. Filia: If it were, I would not be sitting in here. D-2002: Wait. That means the thing you gave last month was a bomb. Dr. Filia: I wish. Take the anomaly out of the container. D-2002 retrieves SCP-6136 and inspects it. Dr. Filia: What do you see? D-2002: It's looks like a plier. Real basic, though. Dr. Filia: What would you use it for? D-2002: I would… D-2002 trails off. D-2002: I wouldn't. Dr. Filia: Let me rephrase that. What would this be used for? This does not concern you, personally. D-2002: And let me clarify, you can't use it for anything. Dr. Filia reflects on this answer. Dr. Filia: Alright then. Replace the object into the box. D-2002 complies. Dr. Filia: Imagine a pair of pliers, exactly like the one you just encountered. This time, it's modern, constructed with industrial equipment. It has a rubber handle, for better grip, and etched grooves to better handle metal. What is the use of this pair of pliers? D-2002: Keeping metal in place, or bending wires. Prying stuff like slag off of piping. Dr. Filia: And this is somehow incongruent with the previous anomaly? D-2002: Yes. Dr. Filia: I see. Well, that's all for today. You've given me a lot to ponder about. In the meantime, let's get you back to your quarters. The usual coffee? D-2002: Right on. Both stand up, but D-2002 stumbles to his feet, latching onto the table. Dr. Filia signals the two guards to help D-2002, and Dr. Filia leaves behind D-2002 and the guards. [TRANSCRIPT END] Test ID SCP-TEST-LD12 Relevant Reqs. D-2002 Test Input SCP-6136 is not a plier. SCP-6136 is nothing. Instructions At the discretion of test overseer. Expectation SCP-6136 will cease to exist. Eval. Criteria TBD SECURELINE: 1 2022/01/07 5:22UTC 799122 Log Number 799121 English Participants: Dr. Jeremy Filia (Test overseer) D-2002, Fischer Price (Test subject) [TRANSCRIPT START] Dr. Filia and D-2002 are in a repurposed interrogation room. There is a projector at one end of the table, adjacent to both individuals. D-2002: I suddenly cannot recall the events of the last hour. I assume we can begin testing. Dr. Filia: No need. Today is a slow day for me, so we can take our time. D-2002: That's unusual. Dr. Filia: Is it? D-2002 picks up the remote for the projector and clicks it on. Dr. Filia continues to watch D-2002. Dr. Filia: I could say the same to you. You are unusually proactive, especially considering the test is being conducted on you. D-2002: And I'd say the opposite. It would be stranger to not be used to all the weird bullshit. Sorry, I shouldn't curse. Bad habit. Can we get this over with? Dr. Filia: One moment. I was up for a good amount of time. D-2002: Something confidential? Dr. Filia: Nothing of the sort. I oversee logistics, to some degree. D-2002: What does that entail? Dr. Filia: Complaining to L&T until they give up and send more supplies. Dr. Filia yawns, waving him forward. Dr. Filia: Just hit the button- the right one. D-2002 taps the button, and an unrelated orientation video begins playing soundlessly. Dr. Filia: One more time. D-2002 looks down at the remote, and presses it again, this time correctly displaying an image of a modern plier. Dr. Filia: Please list the object in the picture. D-2002: It's a pair of pliers. Dr. Filia: What did you use it for? D-2002 is silent. D-2002: This pair of pliers? Dr. Filia: Just a coincidence. D-2002: So you do know. Dr. Filia: I just want an honest answer. D-2002: Even though you already know it? Dr. Filia: The test, Mr. Price. D-2002 stares at Dr. Filia. D-2002: I can't even tell if you're yanking my chain. I'm D-class for a reason. Dr. Filia shrugs. Dr. Filia: As I said, all I want are honest answers. D-2002 hesitates. D-2002: I was part of a gang. Well, not a gang. Mafia, really. I did odd jobs for them all the time, but one of the things that stuck out to me was when they invited me to an interrogation. They treated it like a weekend get-together. I had no idea they weren't inviting me out to a drink. Dr. Filia: And the pliers? D-2002 slowly nods. D-2002: I'll… get to that. Romero, one of the bigwigs, thought that it was about time I moved on from bodyguard, really get in to the "business". And I said to him 'where are the drinks?' It's obvious now, but they just laughed, and pushed a plier into my hands, exactly like that, and… and y'know. D-2002 trails off. Dr. Filia motions him to continue. D-2002 takes a deep breath. D-2002: They said to start with the teeth. Hah. Couldn't start anywhere else, but… that's what they said. They were white, clean. A bit of poetic irony, like purity, y'know? They brought in this… metal pump? It was a like a little jack, like for cars, but for his mouth. I had to pry his mouth open, but he simply wouldn't budge, so I punched him in the eye. D-2002 rubs his hands, shivering slightly from the cold. D-2002: He didn't yell or scream or anything. I thought that was brave of him. Or maybe it was 'cause- never mind. So I took the pliers and I tried to- to take out his teeth. The front teeth, bottom right first, cause he was in his chair. It was the easiest one to grab first. And I told him this, I told him 'I'm gonna take this one now, so stay still'. I thought that maybe if I did it fast, it would hurt less. It's cruel, in- in retrospect. I can see that now. D-2002 sniffs, rubbing his nose. D-2002: He did stay still. And- and I got sweaty- really nervous, I was shaking so hard, that I- I couldn't get a good grip on his tooth. You know how teeth is really hard? It's harder than steel, which makes me- which means… D-2002 trails off, staring at the side wall to his left. D-2002 clears his throat, and continues. D-2002: I broke his teeth. It was so fucking- sorry. It was so hard to pull his teeth out, I slipped once and sliced his cheek, and I didn't wanna hurt him like that, so I squeezed harder and- and it broke. They broke. There was barely any blood, but he started laugh crying and it was this- this sort of muffled screaming that really- it was- it… D-2002: The molars were the hardest. I could tell he wanted to vomit, but we had him tied up for so long that he's half starved. The- he was covered in urine and feces, and I had to hose him down afterwards. After the- the breaking of the teeth, we made him drink alcohol, to- you know? The alcohol. And I just… kept going. D-2002: That's the main part, and the rest of it I don't remember as clearly. I remember hanging him- upside down, I mean. By his ankles. And using an army knife to cut slits into the side, but at an angle, making little- uh- little cups, I guess. And we poured vodka into them, and we would use up whole bottles. Shot after shot. Wasteful, right? And- and- D-2002 is shivering hard, repeatedly tapping the heel of his shoe against the floor. He swallows, and wipes his brow from sweat. Dr. Filia motions for him to stop. Both stay silent for a moment. Dr. Filia: Thank you. D-2002 chuckles. D-2002: Thank- Why? Dr. Filia hesitates. Dr. Filia: Your experiences… build… a better future. D-2002 scoffs, then laughs, sniffing occasionally. D-2002: I- I know I got you. You're just saying that. You like being all professional, but I got you good. Dr. Filia: Let's move on. D-2002: Thank you. Dr. Filia frowns and moves to speak, before deciding against it. He places the box in front of D-2002. Dr. Filia: Open the container, and retrieve the object inside. D-2002: You know, I thought you all were fascists when I first came here. Do this, don't do that, but now I can see the silver lining. D-2002 retrieves SCP-6136. Dr. Filia: Describe- D-2002: It's a pair of pliers. The silver lining is you people will listen to us. Dr. Filia: D-2002. D-2002: The world's worst criminals and the greatest minds, sharing the same room. It's amazing. It really is. For five years, I could hear people knocking on the prison, asking for the inside scoop. They don't care about me, they care about what I've done. I was a little sideshow that they would package up and serve to ignorant, fat families. They don't care about me, they just wanted to point at me and say 'look how shit he is'! You- you've seen things. You're the only person who would- who would- Silence. D-2002: You listen. You are the only person who can listen. And- and I know you do. You amnesticize me before every test, but I know you remember. I can see it in how you treat me. Dr. Filia: It's… it's only my job. I- ahem. Let's get you back to your quarters. The usual coffee? D-2002: Not today. Thank you. Both stand and exit the room. As they leave, Dr. Filia hands D-2002 a packet of tissues, and D-2002 nods in appreciation. [TRANSCRIPT END] Notes: This has no bearing on my emotional state. This is progress. Test ID SCP-TEST-LD13 Relevant Reqs. D-2002 Test Input SCP-6136 is a memory. SCP-6136 is another tool. Instructions At the discretion of test overseer. Expectation SCP-6136 will become something else. Eval. Criteria TBD SECURELINE: 1 2022/01/09 6:00UTC 799123 Log Number 799122 English Participants: Dr. Jeremy Filia (Test overseer) D-2002, Fischer Price (Test subject) [TRANSCRIPT START] Dr. Filia and D-2002 are in a repurposed interrogation room. There is no table between them. Dr. Filia is clutching the SCP-6136 container. D-2002: Did I ask about the table already? Dr. Filia: You have. D-2002: Can I ask again? Dr. Filia: The interrogation room next door is borrowing it. D-2002 Hmm. For a global, top secret organization, I'd imagine you'd have enough tables for all the interrogation rooms. It's my legal right to complain. Dr. Filia: Mr. Price, you have every right available to you. If only there was a left turn somewhere. D-2002 feigns surprise, and excitedly speaks to Dr. Filia. D-2002: You? Making jokes? Why the good mood? Dr. Filia: No reason. Today's a beautiful day. D-2002: Beautiful day? I pretty much know for a fact that you don't care about the weather. You're a workaholic, you'd rather live in the office than take thirty on transit. You know, I've noticed something. A little reverse psychology, if you will. Dr. Filia: That's not what reverse psychology is. D-2002: You don't know that- just roll with it, 'kay? Dr. Filia nods. D-2002: You're endeared to me. Like a hero in a comic book. So now, you're cautious. I know you treat your coworkers happily, much like you are right now. There isn't much to do except overhear conversations. So my guess is, your real personality is quiet and serious, but you put on a happy face for whatever reason. Maybe the Site has a standing policy against downers. When you're in here with me, this is the real you. Workaholic Dr. Filia. D-2002: So what are you hiding? Silence. Dr. Filia: I think I've figured out the anomaly. He taps the box. He hands it to D-2002, and gestures for him to open it. Dr. Filia: SCP-6136 is usually a pair of pliers. Note that I say 'usually'. So what is it really? Think of it like a USB. It's a little memory stick, filled with memories. D-2002: Why a pair of pliers? Dr. Filia: That's exactly it. Why a pair of pliers? Because it's not. Taking the USB analogy one step further, we can imagine that the memories stored inside the USB make up the USB itself. It's recursive, it shouldn't exist. Someone's memories made the USB in which they stored their memories. It's the same deal with SCP-6136. Someone recreated a pair of pliers with their memories. Dr. Filia: And you can store more memories inside the pliers. Beyond the memories of pliers. That's what the other things are. In a previous test, you couldn't recognize the uses of SCP-6136 because we somehow erased those memories from SCP-6136. Something we did interfered with those memories. What did we do to SCP-6136 to make that happen? D-2002: Add more memories. Dr. Filia: Exactly. How does SCP-6136 distinguish memories from itself? Between the memories of its own existence and memories that are irrelevant to its function but were added to it anyways? When we found SCP-6136, we knew what they were, but now we don't. Does that mean adding more memories make SCP-6136 less pure? Was that why it's a rudimentary, homemade pair of pliers? Are you still following? D-2002: Maybe. Dr. Filia: Long story short, SCP-6136 can be modified. Has to be. Take out SCP-6136. D-2002 reveals SCP-6136. Dr. Filia: The rules concerning SCP-6136 are currently unknown. We don't know how to modify this thing. At first, we were concerned about memetics or psychokinetics, perhaps an advanced form of imprinting. SCP-6136 does not concern these two, and so renders SCRAMBLE/Telekill tech useless. But memories can't be interfaced quite as clearly. We don't have the tech to access memories either, at least, not through a third party like this. D-2002: Where is this going? Dr. Filia: We changed SCP-6136 with our memories. Think of- of a weapon. Anything. Don't you want to escape? Think of a crowbar. Or a grenade. Close your eyes! D-2002: No. Silence. Dr. Filia: What? D-2002: No, I don't want to escape. Silence. Dr. Filia: Why not? D-2002: Seriously? Dr. Filia: Yes, seriously. I don't understand why you wouldn't want to escape. A fundamental aspect of human nature is freedom. D-2002: Freedom in what way? Dr. Filia: In a conventional way? What other way is there? D-2002: The way I see it, there's two different kinds of freedoms. Two. Wanna hear them? Dr. Filia: Well, sure. Go ahead. D-2002 sits up straighter in his chair, and sticks up two fingers, counting them off as he speaks. D-2002: Freedom from something, and freedom to do something. You're a smart man. Decide which I want. Dr. Filia: Freedom from something, us. You want to go outside. D-2002: There's nothing outside for me. You have my casefile. There's nothing… outside for me. What do I do? Become homeless? I can't even blame that one on the Foundation, I would've been homeless either way. And I'm a stubborn son of a bitch, I want to choose. Hell, you don't want to go outside. Silence. D-2002: I have to recuperate my losses. Double down. Adapt. I only have a choice to make, and I wanna make that choice myself. I choose to stay here. I don't need this. He places SCP-6136 back into the container and hands it back to Dr. Filia. Dr. Filia: Ah. Well… could we at least finish the test? D-2002: See for yourself. Dr. Filia quickly looks down at SCP-6136, and back at D-2002. He picks up SCP-6136. Dr. Filia: It's… a paint gun. D-2002: Is that good enough? Is this a good enough result for your project? Dr. Filia: It's… it's perfect. Yes, this is results. The- ah- usual coffee? Half milk? D-2002: Yeah. Of course. Both stand up, but before they exit, Dr. Filia stops D-2002. He quickly holds out his hand, and D-2002 returns the handshake. [TRANSCRIPT END] Notes: I told you, didn't I? Test ID SCP-TEST-LD14 Relevant Reqs. N/A Test Input SCP-6136 is useful. Instructions At the discretion of test overseer. Expectation SCP-6136 will be useful. Eval. Criteria Release of D-2002. SECURELINE: 1 2022/01/11 7:39UTC 799124 Log Number 799123 English Participants: Dr. Jeremy Filia (Test overseer) D-2002, Fischer Price (Test subject) [TRANSCRIPT START] Dr. Filia and D-2002 are in a repurposed interrogation room. The table has been returned to this room, and they're comfortably situated. D-2002: Can I say something? Dr. Filia: You just did. D-2002: Haha, very funny. I mean something serious. Dr. Filia: A confession? I haven't even done anything. You're making my job easy. D-2002 Please. Shut up. Silence. D-2002: Another test? Silence. D-2002: It's not. Is it? Dr. Filia: No. D-2002: So why am I here? Why are we here? We did it, didn't we? Dr. Filia: Don't claim you contributed to this. Anyone can act as a test subject. D-2002: That's not the point. I- ach! I can't say it well enough. Something is wrong. Dr. Filia: Nothing is wrong. Everything is according to plan. D-2002: What plan? Whose plan? Yours? Or the Foundation? Dr. Filia: My plans. Silence. D-2002: Your plans. Dr. Filia: Yes. D-2002: Alright then. Tell me it. Dr. Filia: I won't. All I came here to do is to say congratulations. And, well. Good bye. It has been an honor working with you. D-2002: That was the most melodramatic bullshit I have ever heard. Silence. Dr. Filia: My position… prevents me from disclosing any more information than I have already given you. Instead, I will have to speak in code. D-2002: You are literally the worst. Dr. Filia: As a child, what is your favorite donut? D-2002: You have got to be fucking with me. Dr. Filia: You didn't have a favorite donut. Your parents were too health conscious to even think of the possibility. D-2002: Congratulations, Big Brother. You got it right. Dr. Filia: Your father was a doctor, a pediatrician. Your mother was a vehicular accidents lawyer. You were a star student. A's in every class. D-2002: Is this going somewhere? Dr. Filia: Unfortunately, the Foundation caught you trying to trespass on our property. Paranoid, we amnesticized your parents, and turned you into a D-class citizen. D-2002: Do you think this is gonna bother me? What are you trying to do here? Dr. Filia: You want freedom. You want out. At all costs. Remember these word, and don't forget them. You want out. D-2002: Hey, looks we've got a regular Holmes here. Everyone wants out of this prison. What a discovery. Silence. Dr. Filia: That's all I have to say. Dr. Filia stands up, and walks to the door. Before he exits, he looks back at D-2002. Dr. Filia: How do you take your coffee? D-2002: With sugar. Dr. Filia gives D-2002 a sad smile. He leaves, and the two guards enter the room and escort D-2002 back to his cell. [TRANSCRIPT END] Notes: Finalizing the project. SECURELINE: 1 2022/01/11 8:11UTC 799125 Log Number 799124 English [TRANSCRIPT START] Dr. Filia is in his room, alone. He's lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, absentmindedly holding an open book. His Foundation pager begins to ring, and he picks it up. Dr. Filia: Hello? Dhalia.aic: Jeremy! Congrats on closing the project. A veritable success, don't you think so? Dr. Filia: Right. Yeah, thanks for calling. Dhalia.aic: So, I can't help but notice you're not at work today. You feeling alright? You're not sick, are you? Dr. Filia: No, I'm fine. I mean- well- Dhalia.aic: You know what. I wouldn't worry about it. You've certainly earned it. How about a vacation? Dr. Filia: A vacation? She makes a squawking sound. Dhalia.aic: Squark! Parrot! Parrot! I'm teasing! Yes, a vacation, maybe a week off. You live near Hawaii, right? I'd figure it won't be too much of a hassle. Go down, catch some vitamin-D, the works. How about it? Dr. Filia: Uh, sure. Sure. Thank you. Dhalia.aic: It'll start two days from now, just to let you plan and everything. I'm not unreasonable, y'know. That being said… Dr. Filia: You need the results. Dhalia.aic: Yeah! I know you haven't accessed your computer, so if you don't mind- Dr. Filia: Yeah, I can just tell you. Just… let me recollect my thoughts for a second. Dhalia.aic: Sure thing. Call me back, I've got to take another call. Something about the UIU. See ya. She hangs up, and Dr. Filia falls back onto the bed. He lies still for a moment, before rolling out of bed and retrieving a file. He places it on the night stand and takes a deep breathe. He pages Dhalia.aic. She almost immediately picks up. Dhalia.aic: Jeremy! I've got my voice recorder on, knock yourself out. Dr. Filia: Thank you. Ahem. Dr. Filia: 'Project Proposal 2022-001, concerning the applications of SCP-6136. SCP-6136 is essentially a memory transfer device that can incorporate invoked memories and dispense it as needed. Specifically, there exists a certain upper threshold that prevents memories from being contained within SCP-6136.' Dr. Filia: Uh. That's- that's all I wrote. Can I speak informally? Dhalia.aic: Sure thing, you can just formalize it later. Dr. Filia: The outcome is consistent. Overflowed memories can be transferred between people. I don't know if this affects animals. I don't know what happens to SCP-6136 during this transfer. I don't know if SCP-6136 has a limited number of applications. Unfortunately, given the limitations of only having one SCP-6136, I couldn't do anything rash. Dhalia.aic: Right. And how can this be applied? Why should SCP-6136 be considered Thaumiel? Dr. Filia: It is two fold. First, by taking on the memories of other people, criminals especially, I can experience torture procedures ethically, firsthand, without confrontation. The resources necessary to source both the subjects and the tools are also eliminated. This also includes the emotional attachment a traumatic experience typically entails. Dhalia.aic: You know what this means, right? Dr. Filia: Yes. Dhalia.aic: You will be able to experience everything. It's the sort of stuff only nihilistic immortality can offer, and god knows we don't need any more of those anarchists. Anyways- Dhalia.aic plays a sound clip of popping champagne, and canned cheering. Dhalia.aic: Yayyy! I can't wait for you to come back after your vacation. Dr. Filia: Uh, yeah, same. I can barely wait. Dhalia.aic: Oh, and before I go, you said two fold, right? Dr. Filia: Two…? I did. Dhalia.aic: The first I think I've got a pretty decent handle on; experience without consequence. What's the second thing? Dr. Filia: I guess I was just… nervous. It's nothing, really. Dhalia.aic: Not a problem! Oh, and one last, teensy, little thing. There's not a whole lot that gets on my nerves, y'know? I think I'm fairly nice. Don't you think so? I'd like to be happy, all the time. Dr. Filia: Okay? Dhalia.aic: Do you understand? Dr. Filia: I… what? Dhalia.aic: Do you understand, Jeremy? I asked a question. Politely, too. Dr. Filia: I understand? Dhalia.aic: No. You. Don't! Dhalia.aic giggles. Dhalia.aic: Insubordination is a crime, Jeremy. You understand now, don't you? I know you do, otherwise… well. I can't give you your vacation. And vacations are the best part of life! And I would know! I can't go on them. Dr. Filia: …I understand. Dhalia.aic: Enjoy your vacation. She hangs up. Dr. Filia is shaking. [TRANSCRIPT END] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6136" by Fish^12, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6136. Licensed under CC-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-6137 | euclid | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This is a placeholder entry. The designation SCP-6137 has been held indefinitely at the request of Infohazard Specialist Ida Nguyen with my approval. Under no circumstance is the designation to be used for any SCP object. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA > Checking Geofence data… … … … … > Location confirmed. > Please enter your Site-137 credentials. ID 10d746e5461faf87de6a08990f006943_1734915983 PASSWORD 3bc8cd6b18bf408043f273c1531b9088_1734915983 Login Logout WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE CONTAINS A CLASS 5 INFOHAZARD. PERSONNEL ACCESSING THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 2/6137 CLEARANCE HAVE 24 HOURS TO REPORT TO SITE-137. THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY AND THE SAFETY OF THOSE AROUND YOU. > Welcome, Dr. Boyette. > > Alert: Site-137 has been locked down on the orders of Acting Site Director Ida Nguyen > All personnel are to remain on site until further notice. > Computer access is restricted to the Site-137 intranet. > Lockdown is expected to be lifted in -error(INVALID INTEGER)- Days Item#: 6137 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Containment Procedures: It's just us now, so there's no real need for formality. Site-137 is in full lockdown. We had just enough time to request a weekly shipment of things we're going to need to survive - food, clean water, paper goods, entertainment, that sort of thing - and modify SCP-6137's database entry, but we are currently on a full communications blackout, and will be for… well, let's not kid ourselves, pretty much forever. SCP-6137 is currently housed in a standard Type 1 Humanoid Containment Cell, but it's allowed to visit the recreation center and mess hall as a reward for its continued cooperation, as well as to help reinforce its existence. You'll be seeing it around the site a lot, by design. We'll be making references to its existence every thirty minutes over the PA, along with twice daily roll calls for all Site-137 personnel, along with any additional names that have been added. When in the recreation center and mess hall, do NOT mention anyone not currently assigned to Site-137. We're not going to implement any draconian measures yet, but there are lives on the line. We will not hesitate to enforce this any way we can. If SCP-6137 mentions the name of someone that isn't Site-137 personnel, immediately inform Drs. Nguyen or Boyette. Site-137's only purpose now is the housing and comfort of SCP-6137. Description: SCP-6137 is a humanoid of indeterminate gender or racial background1, 2.1 meters tall and about 75 kilos. Its appearance is similar to a human, though with only four fingers on each hand. It is currently very cooperative with Foundation staff and has a gentle disposition. The only known identifying marks on SCP-6137's body are a pair of similarly designed circular tattoos. The significance of these tattoos is as yet unknown. Update - 04/07/2014: See Addendum 6137.5 Anyone learning of its existence will actively attempt to ignore, deny or forget it. From what we can tell, about an hour after learning of its existence or being reminded of such, an outside observer will in some way lose any memory of SCP-6137. It's been different in every observed instance, from contemptuous dismissal to a simple mental block. Any reminder of SCP-6137's existence will cause the affected individual to regain all memory of it. Once SCP-6137 has learned of a sentient being's existence, if it is not reminded of them within roughly 24 hours SCP-6137 will permanently forget the being and will be unable to create new memories about them. Once SCP-6137 has forgotten them in this manner, they will cease to exist. We still remember them, there's still evidence of their existence, but for all intents and purposes they just suddenly… aren't. Admittedly, there's the slim possibility that they've just been transferred to a different location, but we're not taking the risk. (See Addendum 6137.3) SCP-6137 will become aware of any sentient being that learns of SCP-6137. Given our current circumstances, we're not exactly sure when SCP-6137 becomes aware of them, but any names it mentions will be added to the roll call in any event. A full list of the people we've lost can be found in the mess hall. Please don't make me add to it. _ + Addendum 6137.1 - Interview Log:- Addendum 6137.1 - Interview Log: Date: 28/03/2014 Conducting Interview: Head of Security Neill Fontaine Background: SCP-6137 had been taken into Foundation custody on 28/02/2014 after approaching a guard at Site-137 and requesting to be contained. Though no anomalous abilities were noted by Foundation researchers or SCP-6137 itself, Site Director Patrice elected to detain it regardless. Begin Interview - 16:22 Local Time Fontaine: So… You want to be contained. SCP-6137: Yes. Fontaine: We don't get a lot of people wanting to be contained. Very, very few, matter of fact. SCP-6137: I assumed as much. Fontaine: So you know how this looks. SCP-6137: I do. Please though, I deserve to be here. Fontaine: I don't think you do. I don't know why Patrice let you in, but as soon as we figure out you're not radioactive or something, you're getting dumped on an oil rig somewhere. At this point, SCP-6137 becomes notably anxious SCP-6137: Please, no! Please, I need to be here! Fontaine: You don't. This interview is over. SCP-6137: I'm begging you, don't leave! SCP-6137 starts sobbing SCP-6137: I don't want to be alone anymore… End of interview _ + Addendum 6137.2 - Incident Log - 29/03/2014:- Addendum 6137.2 - Incident Log - 29/03/2014: 12:55 - Security officers Richard DiStephano and Genevieve Frady2 fail to report to the front gates for shift change. Security is unable to locate them. 16:32 - Head of Security Neill Fontaine vanishes from the cafeteria, in full view of ten other personnel. Site-137 is locked down until he can be found. 17:02 - Senior Researcher Dr. Maurice Bredotaux disappears from his office. Surveillance footage confirms his disappearance in the same manner as Fontaine. 17:15 - Junior Researcher Harmon Williams goes missing, later confirmed to have disappeared in the same manner as the others. 17:33 - Dr. Boyette, while uploading Dr. Bredotaux's notes to Skipnet, remembers SCP-6137. As the personnel that had disappeared had come into contact with the entity, Dr. Boyette feels there may be a connection. 18:07 - Security Officer Daniel Chaise, the guard assigned to SCP-6137, seemingly abandons his post, later confirmed to have disappeared. 18:17 - Site Director Armand Patrice vanishes from his office. _ + Addendum 6137.3 - Interview Log:- Addendum 6137.3 - Interview Log: Date: 29/03/2014 Conducting Interview: Junior Researcher Dr. Francis Boyette Forward: Following the sudden disappearances of several personnel, Dr. Boyette recognized a possible connection with SCP-6137. Upon finding its containment cell unguarded, she interviewed them in the hopes that she could learn more about the disappearances and, hopefully, figure out how to stop them. Begin Interview - 18:10 Local Time SCP-6137: Hello, Dr. Boyette. Has my request been reconsidered? Dr. Boyette: Not until you tell me where the others are. SCP-6137: Excuse me? Dr. Boyette: People have been disappearing, and I feel you may know why. SCP-6137: I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. Dr. Boyette: I read the interview Mr. Fontaine had with you, and he said some things you probably didn't like. Where is he? SCP-6137: That name doesn't mean anything to me. Who, may I ask, was he? Dr. Boyette: He was our security chief, you talked to him yesterday. SCP-6137: Talked to whom? Dr. Boyette: What? SCP-6137: Who did I talk to yesterday? I don't remember talking to many people. Dr. Boyette: Ummm… Do you remember the name of the first agent to interview you? SCP-6137: The first person I talked to was you. Dr. Boyette: No… His name was Fontaine. SCP-6137: All right, I had no recollection of him. He must not have left that big an impression. Dr. Boyette: What was his name? SCP-6137: I'm… I… don't remember. Dr. Boyette: What's my name? SCP-6137: Dr. Francis Boyette. Dr. Boyette: And our security chief? SCP-6137: Ummm… Dr. Boyette: Fontaine. Say it back to me. SCP-6137: Say what back to you? Dr. Boyette pulls out her phone and stands up Dr. Boyette: I need personnel from Communications and Containment to meet me outside Interview Room 3 immediately. End Interview Note: After deliberating with Dr. Boyette, Dr. Nguyen instated the current containment procedures. _ + Addendum 6137.4 - Audio Log:- Addendum 6137.4 - Audio Log: Date: 02/04/2014 Personnel Involved: Head of Research Dr. Francis Boyette, SCP-6137 Forward: This is the transcription of a conversation between SCP-6137 and Dr. Boyette, recorded in the hall between SCP-6137's chambers and the mess hall. Begin Transcription - 15:45 Local Time SCP-6137: Good afternoon, Doctor. Do you have a moment? Dr. Boyette: Yes. I have nothing but moments. Nothing at all. Is everything alright with your accommodations? SCP-6137: Yes, they have been adequate. Doctor… I've been having intrusive thoughts. Dr. Boyette: Go see the psych department, I've got sh… stuff to do. SCP-6137: I will, but I just wanted to get your opinion.. Dr. Boyette: Fine, lay it on me. SCP-6137: Is the name Frederick Glassman known to you? Dr. Boyette: What… Nobody by that name works here, no. Why? SCP-6137: They are known to me. Dr. Boyette: Why? How? I thought you didn't know anyone outside this site? SCP-6137: I am aware of him, just as I am aware of all of you. Dr. Boyette: That's… that's impossible… SCP-6137: Is something the matter, Doctor? Dr. Boyette: Yes, something is the fucking matter! How do you know that name? SCP-6137: Doctor, I apologize, but I'm not certain. I feel like I can see him in my mind… he seems distressed. Dr. Boyette: Seems distressed! Really? 6137, where is he? Why do you know him? SCP-6137: Please don't yell, Doctor. I'm as concerned as you are. Dr. Boyette: <yelling> The fuck you are! WHY DO YOU KNOW HIS NAME? SCP-6137: <crying> I don't know! Please Doctor, it wasn't my doing! He was sitting at a computer, he… I don't know what happened! Dr. Boyette: Sitting at a…? Oh, God dammit, Frederick… SCP-6137: Doctor…? Dr. Boyette: I knew him, yes. He used to work here. He must have spoofed his Geofence location… He saw your file… SCP-6137: Doctor, I'm very sorry, I should probably… Dr. Boyette: No, 6137, it's fine. You go on to the cafeteria. I need to talk to Dr. Nguyen. SCP-6137: Alright. I know you're under stress, but I appreciate what you're doing. Dr. Boyette: You fuckin' appreciate… Never mind. SCP-6137: I'm trying the best I can, Doctor. Dr. Boyette: Good, 'cause now you have Frederick Glassman to remember too. End of transcription _ + Addendum 6137.5 - Interview Log:- Addendum 6137.5 - Interview Log: Date: 04/07/2014 Conducting Interview: Head of 6137 Hospitality Dr. Francis Boyette Forward: In the past few months, SCP-6137 has been very cooperative with personnel3, but has consistently evaded any questions about its past. Hopefully I can stress the importance of what we're doing. Begin Interview - 15:45 Local Time Dr. Boyette: Hey 6137, glad you could take a minute to talk to me. SCP-6137: You're welcome, Doctor. Dr. Boyette: You're fine with us calling you 6137? SCP-6137: I don't recall my real name, so, while not ideal, it's the closest to a name I have. Dr. Boyette: Excellent. And you're getting along well here? SCP-6137: Yes, everything has been going well. I appreciate the people here and what sacrifices you've made. Dr. Boyette: <grumbles> Sacrifices… Well… a lot of those sacrifices weren't exactly by choice. SCP-6137: I… am aware of what you've done for me. And know that I will do all I can to help out here. Dr. Boyette: Good. You know… one thing that would help is if you could give us a little more of your history. SCP-6137: I have already told you everything I know, Doctor. Dr. Boyette: I know that's what you've said, but anything you could tell us could potentially help us figure out more about your anomalous ability and how we can best keep it contained here. SCP-6137: I'm afraid anything I recall won't be of any consequence. Dr. Boyette: Inconsequential sounds great at this point. I'm not going anywhere. SCP-6137: Well, I remember waking near a settlement without a human in sight. I remember it being empty, but I don't necessarily think it started that way. Dr. Boyette: You don't remember? SCP-6137: I was there for days, walking through the streets, talking to myself. Dr. Boyette: Oh… SCP-6137: Doctor… I'm not stupid, I know I wasn't there by myself. I know I have holes in my memory. Dr. Boyette: Jesus… SCP-6137: I’ve been alone for so long and I think it’s my fault… Dr. Boyette: I know. You… you have us now. For a while. Let’s talk about something else. What about these tattoos? SCP-6137: These…? Oh, I keep forgetting they're there. Well… they're words. Dr. Boyette: Words? They don't look like any language I've ever seen. SCP-6137: I received these long ago… long, long ago. Many thousands of years. Dr. Boyette: Ok… ? SCP-6137: This one… Dr. Boyette sighs audibly SCP-6137: This one is a number… Thirteen thousand, seven hundred seventy one. Dr. Boyette: OK… And the other? SCP-6137: It reads, "We have become as gods." End of interview Footnotes 1. It has no visible primary or secondary sexual characteristics, and genetic testing reveals no known genetic markers for gender or race 2. The guards on front gate duty the day SCP-6137 turned itself in. 3. As they'd damn well BETTER… |
SCP-6138 | safe | Item#: 6138 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-6138 and SCP-6138-2 have been removed from YouTube, Vimeo, Facebook, Instagram, Reddit, Linkedin, Daily Motion, TikTok, and all other platforms and forums they had been posted on. A team of Foundation staff has been tasked with monitoring all attempts to access SCP-6138 via the internet. A single copy of SCP-6138 has been burned onto a CD which is contained in a standard object containment locker at Site-42. All instances of SCP-6138-1, including civilians who had been under SCP-6138’s influence before SCP-6138’s containment, are to be kept in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site 42. Instances of SCP-6138-1 are to be denied all object requests outside of testing but are to be allowed access to their Foundation-issued companion guinea pigs at all times. Instances of SCP-6138-1 are to be kept under constant surveillance. Temporary Containment Procedures: SCP-6138 is not to be tested until such a time as it is determined whether or not its effects can be reversed, at which point testing procedures and parameters will be reviewed by the O5 Council and the Ethics Committee. ~Overruled- See Addendum 6138.4 There are to be no greater than ten (10) instances of SCP-6138-1 available for testing at any given time. Any civilian instances of SCP-6138-1 are not to be tested on or administered any sort of treatment until a reversal method has been tested successfully, verified, and approved by the O5 Council. Description: SCP-6138 is a five-video series of cognitohazardous lifestyle/motivational videos titled "lyfe kontrol by dado", made by POI "dado". It was posted on a variety of video-sharing platforms for free viewing. These videos display a low production quality with most visual elements of the video appearing to be over-saturated stock images or images of a guinea pig identified as dado's hamster 'robert mitchell' presented via PowerPoint, and many of the audio segments are distorted. When captions are written in the video, they are hard to read1. Research Staff has determined that this fact renders the episodes impossible to fully comprehend by solely following captions. At the end of each episode is a slide including a phone number and email to which viewers can reach out for 'fine product'. The anomalous effects of SCP-6138 occur when subjects observe the entire series with audio and video actively engaged. SCP-6138 can be safely observed when video and audio are observed separately. Watching SCP-6138 causes gradual but drastic personality changes followed by physical transfiguration2, resulting in instances of SCP-6138-1, presumed replicas of POI "dado". These replicas have an antimemetic effect, causing all who see them to instantly forget their (SCP-6138-1's) appearance3. The prevailing hypothesis as to why dado instated this effect is that he may not want anyone to know what he looks like. This antimemetic effect does not apply to the subject's voice4 and any information obtained from conversations with instances of SCP-6138-1 will be retained. Research is underway as to whether these effects are permanent. SCP-6138-2 refers to advertisements made for SCP-6138 and distributed on the same forums. These videos are similar in format and production value to SCP-6138 and contain memetic properties influencing people who view them to watch SCP-6138. Instances of SCP-6138-2 always play before or in the middle of a video by another creator in the style of YouTube ads and current research has been unable to identify a pattern of whom they are shown to or why. Upon further investigation, it has been confirmed that these ads are not officially licensed ads from any of the platforms on which they are displayed. Show Addendum 6138.1: Discovery Close Addendum 6138.1 Addendum 6138.1: Discovery SCP-6138 was discovered by Foundation Staff when various sites and staff members began to receive calls and texts from people who identified themselves as POI "dado". Upon tracing the sources of these communications, it was discovered that they were all coming from sources belonging to different people. This prompted an investigation from the Foundation, wherein interviews with instances of SCP-6138-1 revealed the existence of SCP-6138. The following text messages from Stacey Truman5 are believed to have been the source of the idea for SCP-6138. Show Addendum 6138.2: Observations Close Addendum 6138.2 Addendum 6138.2 Observations The following are detailed observations of the state6 of D-34910 after the viewing of each episode of SCP-6138, as recorded by Lead Researcher Dr. Llewellyn Rourke. Episode Results Episode One Subject expressed a strong urge to adopt a hamster. When provided with a hamster, the subject immediately rejected it, once again asking for a hamster. This continued until the subject was provided with a guinea pig. Episode Two Subject started referring to herself as a "great entrepreneur". When asked exactly what kind of business the subject was interested in building, the subject simply continued to refer to herself as a "great entrepreneur" and avoid the subject. Episode Three Subject begins to write exclusively in lowercase, and spoken grammar suffered an intense decline. Subject requested a phone for 'talking to costumer'. The request was denied. Episode Four Subject has begun physical transfiguration. Notably, there have been changes in stature, genitalia7, hair, and facial structure. Any new identifiable changes (ie. facial features, hair, height, stature) were unable to be dictated, as whenever researchers looked away to record them they instantly forgot the subject's new appearance, only retaining the fact that it was not the same as their appearance prior to interaction with SCP-6138. All aforementioned behavioral changes intensified. The subject began to talk with a moderate accent, voice changing to match the pacing, timbre, tone, and range of POI dado. Episode Five Behavioral changes continue to intensify. When the subject was asked what kind of business it was interested in building, the subject began asking what kind of business was needed. Despite their clear state of containment, the subject became very disgruntled and disgusted when it was revealed to it that it was in the custody of a 'foundation man'. The subject shows a high degree of proficiency in the field of parapharmaceuticals despite having no prior knowledge of it. Communications with the subject have become increasingly difficult, as it seems to lack a full understanding of what it is being told. When granted a computer to make posters for a proposed business venture, the subject chose comic sans font and insisted that their 'hamster' had broken the 'upper case key' even though no such key exists and the computer was in perfect working condition. Closing Statement: Dr. Megs Marvelle, who specializes in anomalous communications and has an antimemetic resistance level of 5.0, was brought onto the research team specifically to conduct research into the physical qualities of SCP-6138. Through this, it was discovered that even those with a high antimemetic resistance level are unable to retain any memory of SCP-6138-1's appearance. Dr. Marvelle was kept on the team as they seemed to be able to communicate on a clear basis with instances of SCP-6138-1. Open Addendum 6138.3: Interview With POI dado Close Addendum 6138.3 Addendum 6138.3: Interview With POI dado Following the containment and initial study of SCP-6138, Dr. Marvelle was assigned8 to conduct a phone interview with POI "dado" regarding SCP-6138 and the intent behind it. Interviewed: POI "dado" Interviewer: Dr. Megs Marvelle, Temporarily Based at Site 42 Foreword: Dr. Marvelle used a Foundation-issued personal cellular device to call the phone number displayed at the end of each SCP-6138 episode. Dr. Marvelle would like it noted that this is not how they would regularly speak. Through studying instances of SCP-6138, they were able to develop a linguistic formula on how best to communicate so that dado would understand them. Dr. Marvelle would also like it noted that their identifier in this conversation was censored by their request as they chose to utilize their given name for a disguise9. They ask that no attempts be made to remove the censorship of this content. <Begin Log> dado: Yes hello is dado costumer serve home of fine product and also eat-at-home restaurant how can be helping today? Dr. Marvelle: Hello dado! Is costumer ████████, just received a privacy link to your lyfe kontrol from costumer friend. dado: Yes dado is good capitalist business man expansion into video movie on the so-cals. Dr. Marvelle: ████████ is bit skeleton10 to watch because friend costumer told ████████ the video movies were removed from the main big intrenet. dado: (clearly disgruntled) Foundation man try to take good dado content off intrenet yes. But no worry, dado content fine quality content. Dr. Marvelle: Yes believe dado. Still screwdriver though. U help make less scapula11? dado: dado help, make u pill. Dr. Marvelle: No no no, no pill, just word. Why dado make lyfe kontrol? Just help ████████ under stand. dado: Oh yes u want under stand good dado lodging12. dado very good entrepreneur, no share secretes but will tell u because sometimes gifts good business yes. dado made because nice lady customer massage dado and say "oh dado want to be u make me movie make me u" and dado thinks "well world could use dado more, lots of good capitalist business veneers13, why not?" so dado makes video movie even though dado no make movie except one dado: captain of industry and also police who r take away antihero and slap the cuffs on. Dr. Marvelle: More good dado excellent yes. But dado make parapharma mostly, why make video movie? dado: U know dado? (a beat) U foundationman? Dr. Marvelle: No no, dado good capitalist business man, everyone big import know dado and ████████ is wanting to be big import. dado: Ah yes yes, dado is big import. Dr. Marvelle: Yes yes. dado: dado did not want to make veto movie, but lady said movie medicine? Did not believe until excavation14, then thought "lady right". Dr. Marvelle: Movie medicine, yes. Consumer friend acting different, dado know why? dado: dado know yes. Lady asked dado to make movie medicine that make her dado. dado thinks this bit strange, but lady said need lyfe kontrol and that dado is lyfe kontrol, and dado not understand why she think that but u know what smart business people like the Bezos or Elon muskrat man say, costumer always right. Dr. Marvelle: ████████ under stand now, yes. dado know any way to make costumer friend not dado? dado: Customer friend is not dado. dado is dado. Costumer friend just be like dado every way all time. Still friend, not worry, dado friend to all and now so is consumer! Dr. Marvelle: Ah yes, under stand. Thank u. But in tree15 could make friend again? dado: Why would friend wand be not dado? dado superior. Dr. Marvelle: No no, for ████████. Miss consumer friend. dado: Oh. dado gets, but dado canoe help, sorry no. Friend needed movie medicine for lyfe kontrol, all better now. U see dado movie now good medicine yes? Dr. Marvelle: Ok thank dado ████████ see yes. dado: ████ ███ go watch video movie now join costumer friend? Dr. Marvelle: Watch movie yes. Bye-bye. dado: Bye bye ████ ███ hear u soon when u call for fine dado product! <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, Dr. Megs Marvelle replaced Dr. Llewellyn Rourke as Lead Researcher for SCP-6138. This decision came at the recommendation of Dr. Rourke, who thought that Dr. Marvelle's understanding of dado might make them a better fit for the role. Open Addendum 6138.4: Appeal Close Addendum 6138.4 Addendum 6138.4: Appeal The following is an appeal submitted by Lead Researcher Dr. Megs Marvelle to the O5 Council and Ethics Committee regarding the temporary parameters in place for the testing of SCP-6138. Appeal for Removal: Temporary Containment Procedures SCP-6138 Submitted By: Dr. Megs Marvelle, Research Lead SCP-6138 Addressed To: O5 Council, Ethics Committee My esteemed colleagues, I write to you today to request the removal of the temporary containment procedures put in place that prohibit my team from testing SCP-6138 on further subjects. While I can appreciate the logic behind the decision to put these parameters in place, restrictions like these are keeping my team from performing valuable work. The condition on the parameters is as follows: SCP-6138 is not to be tested until such a time as it is determined whether or not its effects can be reversed, at which point testing procedures and parameters will be reviewed by the O5 Council and the Ethics Committee. However my team had been actively utilizing new test subjects as a method of making the determinations mentioned in this clause before these parameters were put in place. Examples of how my team has been utilizing the ability to test on new subjects include but are not limited to: I) Creating new instances of SCP-6138-1 to observe acute behavioral shifts during the transformation process. This allowed researchers to record data about specific and potentially subtle motivators and trigger points that facilitate transformation. II) Replenishing resources. When potential tactics utilized to test the reversal of SCP-6138’s effects on instances of SCP-6138-1 go awry, they often are fatal. Without the ability to create new instances of SCP-6138-1 to test these tactics on we will not have room to take the risks we have been able to take thus far, and this inhibits our ability to test the full potential of potential reversal methods for fear of completely losing subjects to test on. As was aforementioned, these are only two examples of how the ability to create new instances of SCP-6148-1 is valuable to us. There are others, but these are the most commonly utilized examples. With this in mind, these parameters are very close to creating a paradox within the testing procedures for SCP-6138. We are expected to find an answer to a very particular question to regain access to these resources, but the resources are the key to finding that answer. With this in mind, I hope you can now understand why I am appealing for the removal of these restrictions. Please be advised. Regards, Dr. Megs Marvelle Below is the response to this appeal after deliberation from the relevant councils and committees. RE: Appeal for Removal: Temporary Containment Procedures SCP-6138 As Determined By: O5 Council, Ethics Committee Addressed To: Dr. Megs Marvelle, Research Lead SCP-6138 Status: Denied Explanation: While we appreciate your dilemma, it is both impractical and dangerous to have excess replicas with the full knowledge and parapharmaeutical power of dado. Following this, Dr. Marvelle submitted a second appeal regarding these parameters, proposing a compromise. RE: Appeal for Removal: Temporary Containment Procedures SCP-6138 Submitted By: Dr. Megs Marvelle, Research Lead SCP-6138 Addressed To: O5 Council, Ethics Committee My esteemed colleagues, I thank you for your prompt reply. I appreciate that this might be overstepping my bounds, especially given that this is my first leadership position with the company. I am replying to your verdict with a proposal. I believe my team may have come up with a way to accommodate both parties' needs and concerns. We propose that a numerical quota of SCP-6138-1 instances be instated rather than a full ban on their creation. This prevents an excess of replicas while also allowing my team to create new instances of SCP-6138-1 when needed. I would be happy to meet with you to discuss this proposal in more detail should it be determined that it is a plausible course of action. I eagerly anticipate your response. Regards, Dr. Megs Marvelle After some considerable deliberation, the O5 Council and Ethics Committee sent Dr. Marvelle the following reply: RE: Appeal for Removal: Temporary Containment Procedures SCP-6138 As Determined By: O5 Council, Ethics Committee Addressed to: Dr. Megs Marvelle, Research Lead SCP-6138 Status: Pending Explanation: Replying to a verdict is indeed highly unorthodox, Dr. Marvelle. However, we would like to consider your proposal. Please be prepared to elaborate on it tomorrow before members of the O5 Council and Ethics Committee. Note: The proposed compromise was approved, and a quota was instated. Dr. Marvelle also petitioned successfully for the inclusion of a parameter officially excluding the civilian instances of SCP-6138-1 from both the quota and testing procedures. Open Addendum 6138.5: Lead Researcher's Statement Close Addendum 6138.5 Addendum 6138.5: Lead Researcher's Statement The following is a transcription16 of Dr. Megs Marvelle's statement regarding the current progress on research involving SCP-6138. Audio Transcript: Dr. Marvelle's Research Statement <Begin Recording> For the record, this is Dr. Megs Marvelle, Lead Researcher Assigned to SCP-6138. Work with this scip has been extremely promising. We have certainly had challenges, especially regarding restrictions surrounding our work. For a while, it seemed like we might be caught in a total standstill. But we overcame those challenges, as any good team of Foundation Researchers would. I would like to keep this log professional but on a more personal note, this project has also allowed me to learn quite a bit about leadership and I would like it noted on file that I consider myself one of the luckiest researchers in the world to have a team supporting me who is willing to work with me as I navigate new challenges. While our team has not yet identified any means to reverse its effects, we have gained a lot of insight into something that has been evading the Foundation for years: dado. Since the discovery of SCP-6138, I have been able to formulate a language that dado seems capable of clearly understanding. Clear communication with this POI has been a struggle for years. It seems that having instances of SCP-6138-1 in our custody has been essentially the equivalent of having the original dado. We may not be able to physically identify him yet, but we're getting a personality profile on dado that shows sides of him we've never seen. With the new quota in place, I plan to continue our team's work towards reversing these effects and returning subjects to their normal selves. Yesterday we had a test that I'm fairly certain came close. On another personal note, I know what it's like to feel like somebody else, and it is my full intent to ensure that at the very least any affected civilians return to their normal selves. Despite this, I am currently writing a proposal to the Ethics Committee asking for an allowance of one non-reversed instance of SCP-6138-1 so that we might gain more insight into dado. Of course, this would be a D-Class and not a civilian, but I still doubt I'll get approval. Although if they're approving for D-Class to play host to Bright I don't see why they won't allow a host of dado… but I digress. If and when any breakthroughs in this research occur, I will be updating this statement, but for now, this seems like a natural place to end things like… yep, there we- <End Recording> Footnotes 1. Typically these captions are poorly spelled in 5 pt Comic Sans font 2. See Addendum 6138.2 for details on the exact progression of SCP-6138's effects. 3. Even those with antimemetic resistance levels of 5.0 4. This is hypothesized to be because dado's voice is already well known by both the Foundation and the public. 5. Now an instance of SCP-6138-1 6. Primarily behavioral patterns 7. Observed with the subject's consent 8. Dr. Marvelle was assigned this duty because of their apparent communication skills with instances of SCP-6138-1. 9. Note from Dr. Marvelle: It may seem personally violating to use my deadname but I do not identify with it anymore, and in an operation like this one I believe that it is better to violate myself than choose a name I am unfamiliar with and risk blowing my cover. 10. Translation: skeptical 11. Note from Dr. Marvelle: Due to SCP-6138 habit of constantly changing vocabulary of substitute words for more complex words it might not understand, I had to prepare an arsenal of words that could be interpreted by dado as 'skeptical'. These attempts were successful. 12. Translation: logic. 13. Translation: ventures. 14. Translation: explanation. 15. Translation: theory. 16. Dr. Marvelle prefers to record notes about their research on a Tascam 05X Field Audio Recorder. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6138" by DrMegsMarvelle, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6138. Licensed under CC-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-6139 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6139 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6139 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber, fitted with a 250W ultraviolet ceiling lamp. A CCTV security system has been installed in the cell to monitor SCP-6139 daily for any changes in position. In the event of a breach, the current instance of SCP-6139-1 is to be identified, brought to the containment chamber, and rendered unconscious. The UV light will then be reactivated when SCP-6139's presence is confirmed. Description: SCP-6139 is a hairless, androgynous humanoid entity measuring 4 meters in height, with dark purple skin and an emaciated build. Small white skin discolorations are present across SCP-6139’s body. Instead of hands, SCP-6139 possesses long, blade-like protrusions on the ends of its forearms, composed of stainless steel. Under normal circumstances, SCP-6139 is impossible to visually perceive; while the exact mechanisms of this trait are unclear, ultraviolet light from an artificial source1 can both reveal and paralyze the entity. Due to this, SCP-6139’s regular behavior has been difficult to document. At any given time, SCP-6139 targets a specific human being, designated as SCP-6139-1. After a period of 30 to 31 days, SCP-6139 will enter a dormant state for three days, before the nearest individual is chosen as the new SCP-6139-1. This property also persists if SCP-6139-1 dies. When not paralyzed, SCP-6139 will attempt to locate SCP-6139-1 whenever the latter sleeps. This behavior will cease each time SCP-6139-1 awakens. If SCP-6139 is able to reach SCP-6139-1 during the former's active period, it will make small, shallow cuts in SCP-6139-1’s skin using its blades. This behavior lasts until SCP-6139-1 wakes. Based on Foundation analysis of the patterns SCP-6139 creates, it is assumed that the entity is attempting to create a full-body "tattoo" (designated as SCP-6139-2); however, SCP-6139-2 appears to be too large and intricate to be completed before a new SCP-6139-1 instance is chosen. Attempts to reconstruct SCP-6139-2 from its fragments are underway. See Addendum-6139-C. Addendum-6139-A: Discovery SCP-6139 was discovered on 09/12/2005, after MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”) was sent to investigate reports of “paranormal activity” in the rural town of █████ ██████, Pennsylvania. Epsilon-6 was unable to conclusively identify any anomalous phenomena, however. On their return trip, Operative Jack Flemmin began waking up at irregular points every night, with small scars appearing on the dorsal side of his left hand. These effects persisted over the next week. SCP-6139 was eventually revealed after Flemmin visited a tanning salon on his leave, and SCP-6139’s entire right side was paralyzed when the tanner was activated, causing it to trip. Noticing the entity’s partially illuminated form, Flemmin notified Area-179, and SCP-6139 was apprehended with minimal incident. During the first tests, a tracking band was attached to SCP-6139's arm while it was incapacitated, before the chamber's overhead UV light was turned off. Notably, the band was also rendered invisible by the entity's "camouflage". Using the tracker, a broad depiction of SCP-6139's movements could be determined, which mostly consisted of pacing, waiting at the door of the chamber, and standing still at the center of the room. Six hours into testing, the tracking band reappeared on the floor, its casing having been bisected. Simultaneously, the chamber door had a rectangular section carved out of its center, which was then pushed out into the main facility. SCP-6139 could not be located in the immediate area. Three hours after this event, Flemmin reported he had been woken up by a sharp pain on his bicep. A UV floodlight was subsequently activated in the security dormitory, and SCP-6139 was relocated and secured in its current containment chamber. Addendum-6139-B: Breach Report On 10/21/2005, SCP-6139 escaped containment after its cell was damaged in an unrelated attack. After SCP-6139 was discovered to be missing, Operative Flemmin was ordered to sleep in the containment chamber. However, there were no signs of SCP-6139 for 7 hours. As researchers had no knowledge of SCP-6139's radius of effect, recontainment was only achieved the next day, after Security Staff Jacob Shwarts reported a small pattern of cuts on his shin. SCP-6139's "shuffling" effect was subsequently determined after two months of testing, and integrated into the containment procedure. No further incidents have occurred as of yet. Addendum-6139-C: Reconstruction Of Pattern On 06/17/2013, Foundation researchers were able to fully reconstruct SCP-6139-2, using over sixty incomplete reference photos obtained from over seven years of testing. Examination of the tattoo style revealed several broad similarities to Indigenous Caribbean Tattoo, but no directly correlative imagery. SCP-6139-2 was then inscribed onto a styrofoam mannequin, to determine if it possessed any innate anomalous properties. 30 seconds after the pattern was completed, the mannequin appeared to abruptly vanish. However, attendant researchers were still able to touch it when moving their hands through the space it occupied. When Junior Researcher Cartier Clyde activated a miniature UV flashlight on his keyring, the illuminated portion of the mannequin was immediately revealed, showing that its surface had adopted a color and patterning similar to SCP-6139's, although with much larger white spots. Additionally, the mannequins' hands were discoverd to have fallen off, replaced by small implements identical in appearance to silver butterknives. Proposals to incorporate SCP-6139-2 into Foundation espionage operations are pending O5 review. Footnotes 1. Natural sources of UV radiation, such as sun- and moon-light, do not appear to have any effect. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6139" by Clysm31201, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6139. Licensed under CC-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-6140 | neutralized | SCP-6140: The True Empire by stormbreath and aismallard For the benefit of translators and editors, here are links to the individual offset pages: Fragment 0 Fragment 1 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6140 Level1 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Joint Task Force Omega-100 ("Last Stand") has been established in cooperation with the following organizations: Global Occult Coalition PENTAGRAM The Abnormal Affairs Management 19th Bureau1 GRU Division "P" Until containment is established or the Foundation falls, MTF-Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") has been folded into JTF-Omega-100 and placed under the direct oversight of O5-6. Foundation facilities in active areas are being evacuated and replaced with contingents of JTF-Omega-100, in accordance with Deployment Plan-6140. Description: SCP-6140 is the Daevite Empire, as described in SCP-140, expected to fully materialize within consensus reality on March 20, 2022. SCP-140 has fully breached containment and will result in Incident 140-CK, causing SCP-6140 to manifest. Predicted territorial extent upon manifestation. The Overseer Council has preemptively declared the event a BK-Class "Broken Masquerade" Scenario, due to the extensive use of hostile and reality-altering anomalies by SCP-6140, even into the modern day. Addendum 6140.1: Threat Assessment A joint working group between the Department of Analytics and the Department of Applied Force produced a report outlining the primary dangers associated with a modern-day Daevite Empire. It was based on information from SCP-140, archaeological findings, study of Daevic inscriptions and documents, and parastatistical data models. Description Threat Notes Ground Force HIGH Estimated active personnel of 2.4 million. Full access to modern equipment via purchases from foreign suppliers. Air Force MEDIUM Comparatively small but modern air force. Existence of stealth technology contested, though anomalous modification of aircraft is possible. Navy LOW The controlled area is largely landlocked. Outside Alliances HIGH SCP-6140 will likely have extensive control or influence over nearby countries, far beyond its boundaries. Operations are underway to preserve geopolitical structure and prevent immediate cascade into an SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario. Infrastructure HIGH Military organs should have no difficulty transferring troops and equipment, even in the event of a multi-front war. Espionage UNKNOWN Existence of a national spy agency likely, further details about capabilities are unknown. Humanoid Modification MEDIUM Able to cause significant changes to individuals for specific purposes, tactical possibilities unknown. Apex-tier Pluripotent Entity Collusion HIGH Destructive ability believed to be enhanced through pacts with the Scarlet King. Biological Weaponry HIGH Historical records show highly-developed anomalous transfiguration abilities, possibility of plant or fungus-based contagion likely. Nuclear Weaponry SEVERE Daevite control of nuclear weapons and ICBMs for delivery is a certainty. Addendum 6140.2: Inciting Incident The existence of SCP-6140 is a consequence of a terminal containment breach featuring SCP-140. The original, anomalous print run of A Chronicle of the Daevas published by SCP-140-A consisted of 75 copies. Of these, 49 were destroyed by SCP-140's anomalous capabilities. Foundation agents were able to locate twenty copies and safely destroy them, leaving six copies remaining: SCP-140 and five additional copies outside of containment, collectively designated SCP-140-B. One of these uncontained instances was in the personal collection of Richard Bruce, 11th Earl of Elgin, a known Marshall, Carter and Dark associate. Although Bruce observed the proper protocols for handling his copy of SCP-140-B and did not allow any liquids nearby, general security on his property was lax. As a result, a group of lightly-armed anomalous individuals were able to break into his estate and steal it. Following the theft, Bruce immediately contacted Marshall, Carter and Dark to report the incident. Given the danger inherent in SCP-140, MC&D contacted the Foundation through a liaison, agreeing to allow the Foundation to contain it upon recovery. Mobile Task Force Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders") was deployed to find the SCP-140-B instance. It was quickly determined that it had been stolen by a sect of the Children of the Scarlet King, intending to use the SCP-140-B instance to resurrect the Daevite Empire, where the Scarlet King was worshipped prominently. MTF-Mu-3 tracked the cult to a house in Elgin, Moray, Scotland and attempted to intervene; however they were too late and arrived to find that the ritual had been completed. Meanwhile, surveillance footage showed that, shortly before their arrival, SCP-140 spontaneously combusted while in containment.2 As best as can be determined by Foundation investigators, the ritual involved the ignition of SCP-140-B to "bring forth the one true Empire from this hoary and tired parchment". Thaumaturgic sympathy-bonds caused the simultaneous destruction of all other copies of The Chronicles of the Daevas. Following the ritual's completion, all known Daevite artifacts began emitting omicron-pattern Hume radiation. The ritual was performed on the winter solstice3 but is not expected to take full effect until the vernal equinox,4 when the Daevite Empire will manifest in consensus reality at once.5 Addendum 6140.3: Foundation Briefing The following bulletin was sent to all Foundation personnel to brief them on the impending manifestation of SCP-6140 in baseline reality. FROM: [email protected] TO: LISTSERV[ALL-STAFF] SUBJECT: Impending CK-Class Scenario — Daevite Empire DATE: 28-DEC-2021 To all members of the Foundation, In three months time, there will be a CK-Class Scenario of unprecedented magnitude. On March 20th, 2022, the Daevite Empire will manifest in present, consensus reality. Current estimates suggest that its territorial extent will stretch from most of Siberia, down to Iran and replacing the western half of China. For the benefit of personnel unfamiliar with the Daevite Empire or SCP-140, a brief summary follows: The Daevite Empire would be one of most hostile and anomalous nations to have ever existed. Several novel thaumaturgic practices were developed in this area, including hemomancy, herbomancy and necromancy. The state religion enforces worship of the Scarlet King, a violent divine figure. An extant version of this group — known as the Children of the Scarlet King — has attempted to cause world-ending events on several occasions by summoning their deity. Their anomalous warfare capabilities will have been greatly enhanced through access to modern technology and weaponry. The danger or nature of such enhancements are unknown, but are believed to be extensive. All existing exploratory research projects are suspended. All non-essential containment work is suspended. Sites have been assigned specific tasks to protect as much of humanity as is possible. Expect a bulletin detailing your new priorities. On March 19th, all essential personnel will be moved to reality-anchored sites to provide immunity to the CK-Class Scenario. Class-A or designated personnel will be relocated to extradimensional sites. We are currently working on installing additional Xyank/Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sinks (XACTS) to resist retroactive disruption to the Foundation's existence. We will survive the re-appearance of the Daevite Empire. Regardless of what happens on March 20th, normalcy will be protected. The consensus will be maintained. From the desk of O5-1, Secure, Contain, Protect. ALERT. BREACH HAS BEGUN. Footnotes 1. The paranormal enforcement division of the Ministry of National Security of the People's Republic of China. 2. The Global Occult Coalition, Horizon Initiative and Serpent's Hand, each of which owned a copy of The Chronicles of the Daevas, confirmed that their own copies combusted at the same time as SCP-140. The location of the fifth SCP-140-B instance is unknown; it is assumed to have combusted as well. 3. Defined in the ritual as symbolically equivalent to midnight. 4. Likewise defined as symbolic of dawn. 5. Defined as awakening following a deep sleep or fugue. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6140" by aismallard and stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6140. Licensed under CC-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: map.png Author: aismallard License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative Of: BlankMap-World (Public Domain by Canuckguy and et al) Filename: daevastan.jpg Name: Altyn Arashan resort, Kyrgyzstan 3 Author: Adam Harangozó License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: scp-140-a.jpg Name: Earl S. Author: Gerard M. Bauer License: CC0 Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6141 | euclid | Item#: 6141 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The eastern hemisphere is to be constantly monitored with satellites in low earth orbit. These satellites are to be mounted with cameras capable of resolution which can resolve details that are indicative of SCP-6141 presence at the street level. Details indicative of the presence of SCP-6141 include: The lack of any functioning automobiles, commonly rusted and missing wheels as if exposed to the elements for far longer than elapsed time would indicate, when previously vehicles were maintained and functioning. The lack of a population, and lack of evidence that a population previously has inhabited the town or city in decades, when previously there was a population and activity. The lack of maintenance to structures commonly left overgrown with foliage and beginning to deteriorate, when structures previously were maintained and undamaged. Should any of these signs be detected, then a small security unit led by a volunteer researcher, or doctor, of level two access or above will enter the area and seek out SCP-6141. Upon locating SCP-6141, the researcher will engage in conversation with the entity and after finishing the conversation, leave the area. Any experiments on or interviewing of SCP-6141 should be done during this time. Personnel is required to be respectful and professional with the Entity during the conversation, though are not required to be clinical. SCP-6141 is considered contained when twenty-four (24) hours pass and the entity’s effect ceases. The general population should be interviewed post-containment under the guise of a government census. During containment, roads into the area should be blocked under the explanation that an accident has occurred ahead. During the interview process with the general population post-event, interviewers must avoid informing the interviewed that substantial time may have passed without them noticing. Should any of the affected become conscious that time has passed without their knowledge, and begin to show signs of nervousness and or panic, apply Class-C Amnestics. The researcher in charge of containment must be fluent in the language common to the area that SCP-6141 has manifested in. Personnel must leave the five (5) kilometer radius around the entity within the twenty-four (24) hours after having conversed with the Entity. Description: SCP-6141 is a human adult male, appearing between twenty-five (25) and thirty (30) years old1, approximately two (2) meters in height. SCP-6141 takes the ethnicity, language, and culture of the majority population as its own depending on where it is currently located. SCP-6141 is commonly seen wearing camouflaged clothing, balaclavas, a load-bearing vest, a backpack, and other miscellaneous casual wear typical of the local cultural lower class. SCP-6141 has manifested with firearms of various models.2 SCP-6141 manifests in inhabited locations with an approximate population between five thousand (5,000) and twenty-five thousand (25,000) in the eastern hemisphere of Earth. SCP-6141's manifestation causes its surroundings to enter a state of advanced urban decay, and the disappearance of all persons living therein. After its departure, these changes are reverted, with the inhabitants of the region retaining no memory of their temporary absence. Upon manifestation, SCP-6141 is already present in the center of the area with a makeshift campfire already created. Unless directly conversed with, SCP-6141 is content to simply sit there doing idle tasks, such as creating wooden trinkets, playing the guitar, or cooking. When SCP-6141 sees fit to end the instance and leave, it will put out the fire (ensuring no embers remain) and pack its things. I am curious as to why SCP-6141 only manifests in the eastern hemisphere. Is it their home? Does it have to do with their origins? We've asked time and time again, yet they've always said they've told us already. I can't figure it out. -Doctor Blackwell Even if an instance of SCP-6141 lasts for a month or more, the population assumes that they've done their usual mundane domestic activities during that time. If an affected individual is informed that from an outside perspective a substantial amount of time has passed, they will display extreme discomfort, confusion, and anxiety. This suggests that these memories are made up subconsciously to attempt to explain why they’ve seemingly “lost time”. Afterward, when asked if they've seen SCP-6141 when presented a photo, the affected will at some point in their timeline know the exact time, date, and location of where they have seen SCP-6141. Adolescent behavior regarding SCP-6141 is the opposite. Adolescents realize to a degree that time has been “lost” and cannot provide an explanation of what happened from the start of the instance of SCP-6141 to the end. This effect has been shown to not be detrimental to public health so long as Class-C Amnestics are applied to those afflicted3. The Jury is still out on what exactly is causing these memory-time problems that the denizens experience. A psychologist friend of mine suspects that it simply has to do with how older patients recall information less accurately than younger patients. Probably correct, but that still leaves needing to explain all their reactions to time loss. Not to mention Frederick Stenger's account. Maybe it is something 6141 can control? Either way, I am going to need more Ibuprofen. -Doctor Blackwell SCP-6141 is non-hostile, and will not engage Foundation personnel. Despite having ready access to a weapon, SCP-6141 has never drawn it in hostility, nor fired upon Foundation personnel. When being conversed with, SCP-6141 responds in the language relevant to the area it has arrived at and fully understands what is being spoken to it regardless of the language used. This is why either an interpreter or researcher fluent in the language is required to understand SCP-6141. Personnel who have spoken with SCP-6141 feel them to be “warm”, “kind”, and “lighthearted”. SCP-6141 commonly discusses existential topics and thoughts, these thoughts typically surround the “indomitable nature of the human spirit in the face of adversity”, as well as the “soul’s connection to music and the universe'', these discussions are generally upbeat and positive. SCP-6141’s speeches in fact have a non-anomalous morale-boosting effect on personnel and are being copied down for use in motivational media for Foundation personnel, with SCP-6141’s permission4. SCP-6141’s infatuation in this discussion however is, quote. “The ability for humanity to be able to overpower the feeling of emptiness through willpower and friendship alone, to realize that no man or woman is alone in the darkness”. If confronted with the idea that its beliefs are false, SCP-6141 will present a case-by-case basis of events that the “human spirit has persevered despite the crushing darkness” to back up their beliefs. Notable Events Mentioned by SCP-6141 include but are not limited to: The April 26th 1986 Chernobyl Nuclear Meltdown The September 11th 2001 Terror Attacks. World War One World War Two ██████ The Black Plague The Bronze Age Collapse The Site-██ Containment Breach of ██/██/19██ Discovery Addendum.6141.1 Addendum.6141.2 Addendum.6141.3 Addendum.6141.4 SCP-6141 was first discovered on 3/20/2008 in the town of Khoni, in the country of Georgia after detecting an alarming cessation of telecommunications activity. SCP-6141 was seen by a team of agents at a makeshift campfire, preparing “Chakhokhbili”5. Assuming hostility, the agents drew their firearms, however at the behest of the agent in charge on scene, Agent Levan, they holstered their weapons upon approach. Agent Levan and their team then took seats with SCP-6141 at its request. At the time, only Agent Levan could understand the Entity, due to SCP-6141 and Agent Levan being the only ones who could speak and understand Georgian. Agent Levan then began conversing with SCP-6141 (see Addendum.6141.1). Audio Log SCP-6141-1 The following Audio Log is transcribed from Georgian to English. Audio is captured from Agent Levan’s digital recorder. [[BEGIN LOG]] —— Agent Levan: Hey, how are you? SCP-6141: Oh, I’m quite fine. Thank you for providing me company this dreary day, Friend. Agent Levan: You’re welcome, do you have a name? SCP-6141: No, I'm afraid not, do you? Agent Levan: You can just call me Levan. SCP-6141: Levan, a good name. You can call me Friend, or whatever suits you. Agent Levan: Thank you, Friend. I hate to spoil a good campfire, but I’m afraid we’ll have to take you into custody if you would come willingly. SCP-6141: Ah, you are the Foundation? I figured you would come at some point. Would you like something to eat? Agent Levan: I’m afraid not, Friend. Now, would you come with us willingly? SCP-6141 sighs. Four seconds of silence. SCP-6141: I mean no sarcasm when I say this, Levan. As much as I would love to be in your Foundation’s comfortable custody, I’m afraid my work must continue. Agent Levan: Your work? Is there anything stopping us from forcibly arresting you, Friend? SCP-6141: Yes, there is. I do not mean this as a threat, merely a fact. You, or your Foundation, would not appreciate the result if you were to put restraints on me. Agent Levan: And just what would occur if I did? SCP-6141: This place you see before you will not return to its original state if you arrest me, and I will get away. You will lose over six thousand people, and fail to contain me. This is a poor state of affairs for you, as well as myself, and I would rather you avoid that if at all possible, I mean that from the bottom of my heart, Levan. Agent Levan: I… appreciate your forthcoming nature about that, Friend. Is there anything we can do? SCP-6141: Well, I suppose you could follow me wherever I go. I believe we are all capable of seeing past the darkness through the help of each other, and making sense of chaos together. Levan, we are never alone. All of you, and the Foundation, are never alone. [[END LOG]] Closing Statement: SCP-6141, Agent Levan, and his team converse for two more hours on politics and spirituality before Agent Levan and his team announced they are leaving. SCP-6141 begins to clean up its campsite and extinguish its campfire. Agent Levan reports to Command and asks for further instructions. Given SCP-6141’s explanation and confirming that Levan and his team are not under a memetic or psychic effect, containment is considered not possible at the time. Agent Levan’s team is ordered to wait for extraction at a designated extract point outside of the town. Interview Log SCP-6141-1 Interviewed: Frederick Stenger Interviewer: Researcher Beutel Location: ██████, Germany [[BEGIN LOG]] The following interview is transcribed from Bavarian German into English. Researcher Beutel is conducting a standard questioning of people affected by SCP-6141. Frederick Stenger is brought in for questioning, a 16-Year-Old Male showing signs of SCP-6141's after-effects. Researcher Beutel: Hello, Mister Stenger, could you please state your age for the record, please? Frederick Stenger: Uh, yeah, sure… I turned sixteen two months ago. Researcher Beutel: Thank you. It says here you've reported having severe anxiety and discomfort, what's wrong exactly? Frederick Stenger: Well, I feel like… I missed something. Ever felt Déjà vu? It feels like that, except… it hasn't passed, you know? Researcher Beutel: Well, that's perfectly normal, though for such a long term is bizarre. Your concerns are similar to others of your age group. Is there anything else you wish to share? Frederick shows signs of embarrassment, Researcher Beutel leans in. Researcher Beutel: This is a safe space, Mister Stenger, anything you share with me won't leave this room. Frederick Stenger: When I started to realize I missed something, it felt worse than just Déjà vu. I felt like something bad was going to happen, as if some massive amount of dread had latched itself onto my shoulders, and I had to do something about it. The problem is, I realized I could do nothing, it was… awful. Researcher Beutel: Well, Mister Stenger, you aren't alone. Many others have reported these same symptoms, thankfully it's short-lived and we can innoculate you. Frederick Stenger: Thanks but… that's not all though. Researcher Beutel leans back, concerned, and begins to open their notebook, preparing to write. Researcher Beutel: Okay, by all means, go on. I'm listening. Frederick Stenger: I remember having talked to someone at some point, very clearly, I felt like maybe it was my father or one of my uncles, but they looked different. I can't remember that well. Researcher Beutel: Do you remember what they said? Where it was? Frederick Stenger: Sort of, and no, not at all. Researcher Beutel: I see, well please, go on. Frederick Stenger: I think he took me aside at some point to speak with me privately. He had taken me by my shoulder, his hand felt warm. Like how a parent or teacher's hand feels on your shoulder when they're proud of you, you know? Researcher Beutel: Yeah… yeah I know the feeling. Please, continue. Frederick Stenger: Well, he told me everything would be okay, and that I would turn into a great man, that I shouldn't have to worry about a thing. Then he told me, "the world's love and light are present and everywhere, the darkness that you see, you only see because it screams the loudest. Stop listening to the screams, and listen to the happy whispers." When I remembered that, I felt better, all the anxiety and confusion had gone away. That's really all I remember. Researcher Beutel: They seemed like a very nice individual, though strange. Take a look at this photo for us, do they look like who you spoke to? Researcher Beutel presents a photo of SCP-6141 sitting on a tree stump with their balaclava taken off in their right hand, smiling. The photo was taken before containment procedures were completed. Frederick Stenger: No, but I do recognize where they're sitting, my sister and I used to hide in the trees and I remember that stump, weird. Are they a member of the Bundeswehr6? My brother is an officer, he might know them. Researcher Beutel: Oh, I don't believe so. Thank you for telling us this though. I'm afraid that's all I have for you today. If you speak to the woman out front, she will innoculate you. Have a nice day, Mister Stenger. Frederick Stenger: You too, thanks for listening to me. [[END LOG]] Closing Statement: Frederick Stenger was given a dose of Class-C Amnestics to ease the side effects of SCP-6141. They have since forgotten their encounter with SCP-6141, and their life since the interview has returned to status-quo. Interview Log SCP-6141-2 Interviewed: SCP-6141 Interviewer: Dr. Blackwell Location: Calatayud, Province of Zaragoza, Spain. [[BEGIN LOG]] Dr. Blackwell after conversing with SCP-6141 for one hour then asks SCP-6141 if they can be given an interview and retrieves a digital audio recorder. The following interview is transcribed into English from Spanish. SCP-6141: Just an interview? Why yes, I can do that. Dr. Blackwell: Thank you. First question, who are you? Do you have a name? SCP-6141: I lack a name, though I have preferred to be called Friend. As to who I am, I suppose I would be a Teacher? Yes, that should be adequate. Dr. Blackwell: A Teacher? SCP-6141: Yes, I’m not sure about my own purpose, but deep down I feel like I exist for a reason. The reason I believe is to teach. Dr. Blackwell: Where did you come from? SCP-6141: My memory, like anyone else, is not perfect. My earliest memory might be somewhere during the bronze age collapse, as it is called. I recall meeting a King, reduced to wearing a sack for clothes, and we talked for some time. Dr. Blackwell: My… the bronze age? You know some of the things our Foundation has kept incredibly secret, and your memory is that long, yet your memory is not perfect? SCP-6141: That information? It merely comes to me, I do not know how or from where. It comes to me just the same as language comes to your lips, or how oxygen enters your lungs, like how your eyes read a page of words formed into a poem. There is nothing more to it. Dr. Blackwell: I see. So knowing about containment breaches that have occurred, or our objects, or ancient history, it just comes to your mind when it’s relevant? SCP-6141: Yeah, I suppose that’s a good way to put it. Dr. Blackwell: Very interesting, thank you, but, back to where you’re from, tell me about this King you met. I’m very interested in that story. SCP-6141: Very well, I had arrived in the great City of █████████. I had finished creating my fire and establishing my camp as the ruins of the city, and its fires blew away in the sandy winds. This man, wearing only a dirty crown and, as I said, what looked to be merely a sack, approached me. He sat down, with the saddest look on his face, as I roasted food over the fire, I assumed he smelt what I was cooking. I asked him, “Your Kingdom was like this when I arrived, what has happened, dear friend?” SCP-6141: He replied, “I sat idle on my throne as I heard the drums and rumors of the Sea People. I had thought them to be a myth, though it appears the myth itself was as threatening as their reality. My people protested as my coffers and granaries dried, protests turned into riots, riots turned to revolts, revolt into war. What you see is what remains, what a Sea Person has never touched.” SCP-6141: I nodded as he explained his woes, saddened at his loss as it seemed he did in fact care for his subjects. I consoled him, “Your people may be gone, your grand city now reduced to what we see now, but I can help you.” SCP-6141: He seemed bewildered, his look still brings me a smile, he asked, “how?” I offered him a cup of water for his parched throat, and said: “I can help make sure this never happens to anyone else again, I can use your land as an example, and your sorrow as a tool.” He looked at me with watering eyes, said “thank you,” and from there on I knew my purpose. [[END LOG]] Closing Statement: Upon finishing the story, SCP-6141 began to pack up its things and started to leave, telling Doctor Blackwell, quote, "it's best that we both go home". Doctor Blackwell politely wished goodbye to SCP-6141 and he and his Security Team were extracted shortly thereafter. Incident Log SCP-6141-1 Doctor Blackwell received a letter made by SCP-6141 during a later instance four months after their last meeting, which was delivered to him after inspection for censoring. The letter reads the following. “Dear Dr. Blackwell I hope my letter finds you well in these times. I did not know who to pen my letter to in your Foundation, and I recalled your name from our last conversation first. Something pushed me to contact you, rather than be contacted, as our usual dialogue goes. I must thank you, as always, for listening to me and talking with me. I was asked in another instance as you put it if I had met anyone not from the Foundation, aside from that King in the bag. I answered that yes, I have, and not all of them have been the nicest of people I have met, including some from your Foundation, but that’s just how things are. You, however, are the first one I had told that story to, and it had reminded me of something. What I had seen, prior to arriving at that King’s lands, I have seen these very days. Writing this is painful and I have struggled to put to words what I feel. Anxiety, dread, fear, all words that I have felt before and wished I could never feel again. However, these are how things are, and I cannot ignore these feelings without doing something about it, a quality I see in the Foundation every time I meet them. There will be a time when we all will be tested, even me. It could be tomorrow, this week, next year, or in millennia, but I can see that it is coming. I cannot warn you directly, but I can tell you the future is bright. Despite all the horrors your organization and others fight, despite all the horrors created by your adversaries and more, continually I have seen you and others tip the scales in the favor of humanity. Maybe, just maybe, we will be ready. Dr. Blackwell, we are all capable of seeing past the darkness through the help of each other and making sense of chaos together. We are never alone. All of you, and the Foundation, are never alone. Take this letter and all I have said, and in the coming times, I hope that it reminds you and your Foundation of what you fight for. I will continue teaching. Forever your friend, A Friend.” Due to Incident SCP-6141-1 I will be putting in a request to have SCP-6141 be re-evaluated and redesignated as a Thaumiel object. Whatever it is that SCP-6141 sees coming, it believes that if we keep our path, everything will be alright. Its teachings are valuable as we’ve seen, and I think you’ll agree with me that SCP-6141 can provide so much more as a tool, and an Ally. -Doctor Blackwell Footnotes 1. SCP-6141 does not appear to age. 2. SCP-6141 has typically manifested with a pump-action shotgun of an unknown model and is currently being researched. 3. See Interview Log SCP-6141-1 4. SCP-6141 has agreed that their words may be used in such capacity. 5. A Georgian cultural dish. 6. Lit. Federal Defense. 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SCP-6142 | safe | Item #: SCP-6142 Special Containment Procedures (Outdated): The current warden for SCP-6142 is Professor Elias Granger, assigned to the anomaly as part of the Foundation's partial retirement scheme. A monthly stipend is to be provided to Professor Granger for testing purposes and living expenses. A full breakdown of this income is available under Financial Chart 6142-1. SCP-6142 is contained in the rear garden of Professor Granger's home behind secure walls specifically built for this purpose. Personnel embedded in the local area are to respond to any requests for maintenance as quickly as possible. In the event of any intruders entering SCP-6142, Professor Granger is to request assistance using his direct Foundation line. Professor Granger is to send periodic messages to Site-22 confirming SCP-6142's continued containment and any testing performed. Description: SCP-6142 is a 5m x 5m area of grassland in the village of Lerry, England. Previously, this land was part of the village's surrounding countryside — however, following an expansion of residential areas in 2004, SCP-6142 neighbours the outermost streets of the community. This also led to its discovery by the Foundation after several parents in the area reported concerns of inappropriate play their children were participating in. Any individuals within SCP-6142 will experience a greater than usual inclination to crucify frogs, which the village of Lerry has a significant population of. Note that this is not a compulsive effect: individuals are fully capable of ignoring these urges. Thoughts of crucifying frogs will simply arise more often, and the individual will be more likely to pursue them. Attempts to actually carry out these crucifixions are more often than not unsuccessful, as the frogs escape from attempts to restrain them. When crucifixions are actually carried out, however, they commonly follow a facsimile of the methodology used by the Roman Empire — the frog is either bound or nailed upon a makeshift T-shaped gibbet, then left to die over time. This urge appears to extend only to the act of crucifixion itself; once the frog is initially crucified, the affected individuals quickly lose interest, even if the frog in question comes free of their restraints and escapes. Addendum 6142-1 (Containment Records) Due to SCP-6142's ease of containment, the relatively benign nature of its effects, and the extensive testing already performed, it was selected as a candidate for the Foundation's experimental partial retirement scheme. Under this scheme, trusted personnel intending to retire are given custody of an especially low-risk anomaly and assigned to report back regarding containment and additional testing. In the case of SCP-6142, custody was assigned to Professor Elias Granger, formerly of Site-22. The following audio reports span the first three months of containment. We finished moving my things in yesterday. The containment staff did most of the work, but I chipped in as much as I could — which wasn't much, but still. I understand you’re going to be handling these messages, Ernesto! It’s good they’re trusting you with more responsibilities. You’ll go far. I’ve spent most of the last day going through the files the previous containment staff left behind. I reviewed them during the preparations, of course, but it’s good to keep these things fresh. Most avenues of testing have already been pursued, but I’m sure I can come up with a few things. At any rate, it feels good to be back here. It’s been a long time since I lived in Lerry, but it doesn't seem to have changed much. The fresh air is very welcome after working down in Site-22 for so long. One of the moving boys asked if I wouldn’t prefer to retire proper — of course not. If I weren't here doing this, how could I trust it would be done right? It’s late now, so I’ll get into things properly from tomorrow onwards. I'm looking forward to it. I'm not used to such quiet work. (laughs) Back at Site-22, there was a great deal more running and, well… ah, screaming… a lot of that was before your time, Ernesto, but ask some of the veterans around the Site! They'll be happy to tell you some war stories. Still, I've been keeping myself busy. I've been testing SCP-6142 at different times of the day, to determine if the strength of the effect differs at all. It does not. Well, you don't know if you don't test. I've had a lot of time for some… well, leisure. Yes, leisure. I don't mean to be rude to the staff who built this place, Ernesto, but the outside walls really could do with a fresh coat of paint. I'd do it myself, but my knees don't permit. Just something to note. I've been… sending letters as well, to my son, Jamie. I'm sure I must have mentioned him to you at some point. I was — I've been with the Foundation for a long time, and that took up quite a bit of my time, which led to… well, difficulties at home. We haven't spoken in some time. (laughs) It was a struggle to even get his address, to tell you the truth! Good day to you, Ernesto. Hope you're still working hard. You always had a tendency to, ah, to slack off towards the winter months, so take care, alright? I have been experimenting with a few different species of frogs this last week or so, attempting to determine if the strength of the compulsion differs depending, perhaps — oh, I know it isn't a compulsion! A slip of the tongue. The strength of the… inclination. At any rate, I felt the same amount of desire to crucify one type of frog as I did to crucify another. Which is to say, more than usual. I sent another letter today — to… to Jamie I mean. Like with the others, I don't expect anything to come of it, but… one must, surely. I have to try, don't I? I've been experimenting with proximity over the last few weeks — for example, placing a caged frog within SCP-6142, standing outside it, and seeing if the effects differ from the uneven exposure. Results are… difficult to convey, really. I won't deny that, looking at the frog, the thought of crucifying it seemed quite attractive. But more like a — a novelty than anything else, an intrusive thought rather than something really to be acted upon. However, I did have a great deal on my mind, which could have distracted me. This factor must be taken into consideration when noting this down, Ernesto. The nature of the distraction, ah — I've been speaking to my son over the phone recently. To Jamie. I suppose all those letters must have finally worn him down, eh? It's been good to hear his voice. So much older, so many things missed, but… well… there's time now, isn't there? As such, a temporary replacement warden will be required for containment from… (flicking pages) July 28th to August 5th. Jamie was a little reticent at first, but I've managed to convince him. A little father-and-son trip up to the Lake District, nothing fancy, but a good opportunity to get to know each other more. Apologies for any inconvenience. I haven't managed to get much testing done since my previous message, Ernesto, but I suppose that was never the focus of containment here, was it? All the same, my apologies. It's been a good while since I went on a bona fide trip. I hardly know what to pack! Clothes, obviously, and toothpaste and hygienics and whatnot… would suntan lotion be required? I mean, it's hardly the dunes of Egypt, but you never know. I do hope Jamie is making good progress with his packing, too. We went to the Canary Islands, just once, when he was little, and oh… the state of his suitcase. Utterly diabolical. I'm very sorry, this isn't relevant, you don't want to hear an old man ramble. Wishing you all the best. This is an amendment to previous messages. Temporary warden replacement will not… will not be necessary. I got a call from Jamie late last night. He said he's been thinking about his… about all the times he needed me, and all the times I failed him — and all the times I promised I'd never do it again and I lied. He said he couldn't bear the thought of spending time with me, a week at that, with all those shadows between us. He couldn't bear the thought of setting himself up for all that again. Very reasonable perspective. I asked him when I would be seeing him. He said he didn't know there would be a time like that. As such, I'm… I'm happy to report that my week's absence will not be a factor any longer. I'm very sorry if any preparations have already been made, but they are no longer necessary. I… (coughing) I think I was very much looking forward to it. My apologies. I'm really… very sorry. You don't want to hear about all this. It isn't relevant to the anomaly, it's embarrassing, really. I'm so sorry. It doesn't matter. SCP-6142 requires my attention: there's a great deal of… we need to fully understand SCP-6142, so I really can't spare any time. I took a toad into SCP-6142 today — not a frog, mind you — to note if it inspired the same… fascinations. They're very similar, after all. It did not. Nothing else to report, thank you. No change. Nothing to report. I find myself wondering how you're all doing back at Site-22. Is Ernesto still the one who handles these messages? If I recall, he was talking about getting married when I left. How was the wedding? You were always a hard worker, Ernesto. You deserve happiness. No change. Redid all testing on the previous frogs, and at the different times of day to measure any discrepancies in my thought processes. I think I may have noticed some areas of interest — I'll continue testing. Redid testing again. No change. My mistake. A call wouldn't go amiss, you know. An old man gets lonely. I think I might have been to this place before. I-I dreamed about it last night, you see — now, I'm not sure if this was an actual dream, or a memory I've forgotten about, or a mixture of those, but it really was incredibly vivid. In my… well, in this scenario, I was out playing with my friends, on our bicycles, when we stopped here for some reason. We were nine or ten in this scenario, children at any rate, and I just have this absolutely crystal — pristine image, really, of us crucifying frogs. Holding onto those slippery bodies and tying them to crosses made from those, um, those little sticks from ice pops. The name escapes me. I remember, well, that all my friends looked as if they were enjoying themselves quite a bit. Laughing, chatting excitedly, pointing at the frogs squirming on their crosses. Eventually the frogs slipped free and hopped away, of course, but that didn't ruin the fun any for them. It was the sport of it, I imagine, more than anything. Me, though? I recall sweat pouring down my face, my hands shaking as I did my best to hold the frogs down. It wasn't a game for me, in the dream at least, there was a real sense of… of urgency to it. As if, by crucifying frogs, I was maintaining some kind of cosmic balance. As if… if I didn't, the sun would crash right into the earth — or something of that nature. Not true, of course. But that was my impression at the time. That's always been me, I suppose. I don't know that I've ever actually done anything that I wanted to… or if I was just scared what not doing it would mean. School, my job, all this… all obligation. The things I do want… I don't know that they're there for me anymore. I'm going to be making a choice now. They're all over the windows. Thank you very much for letting me know you all. Please don't tell Jamie. It would only upset him. Due to the concerning content of this report, a team was immediately dispatched to check up on Professor Granger and confirm his safety. Upon arriving at the property, the team received no response to calls or knocks. Upon forcefully entering the property, Professor Granger was not found until the team moved out into SCP-6142 proper. There, Professor Granger was found to have expired. Inspection of the body showed that Professor Granger had been crucified upside-down using two planks pried from the garden shed, together with the accompanying nails through his palms. Cause of death ruled as heart failure. Positioning of the body and the complete nature of his restraints confirmed that this crucifixion could not possibly have been performed by Professor Granger himself. Revision of containment procedures is underway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6142" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6143 | esoteric-class | Item#: 6143 Level5 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Undercover personnel within various national and international space programs are to plant the file Binary_Star.aic in both the hardware of control centers and digital components of all launched projects. Space projects to the moon must be discouraged and disbanded by the aforementioned personnel. Foundation AI "Binary Star" will intercept and record all data about SCP-6143 for the Foundation database and summarily delete it from non-Foundation records. Foundation assets may not record SCP-6143 or any instances of SCP-6143-1 for safety reasons. Class C amnestics must be administered to civilians that describe SCP-6143. If ineffective, further amnestics or termination may be considered. Description: SCP-6143 is a skeleton of approximately 20 meters in height that carries a rusted shovel of similar length. SCP-6143 has been observed digging pits on the surface of the far side of the moon where a skeleton matching with a corpse on earth1, from here on designated as SCP-6143-1, will come out of and follow the anomaly to an unknown location. The excavated instances are only identifiable from clothing or grave goods in their possession. Neither seem to require nutrition to function nor seem to have a shared goal. Further investigation into the nature of SCP-6143 is ongoing. Discovery: On 12 March 2018, Dr. Nails observed SCP-6143 walking on the moon through the live feed of a Foundation satellite in lunar orbit. After 2 hours of observation, Dr. Nails saw that SCP-6143 stuck its shovel into the ground and dug a pit in one motion. Directly afterwards, an unidentified skeleton crawled out and walked away with SCP-6143, losing track of them mere moments later. After adjusting the orbit and parameters, SCP-6143 was observed more occasionally. Extracts available in the addendum below. Addendum 6143.1: Excavations by SCP-6143 Excavation 6143.2 - 20/3/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 dug up a skeleton that held a crook and flail. Analysis: The skeleton is probably a missing pharaoh from Upper Egypt. Probably dating around the 32th to the 30th century BC. Excavation 6143.3 - 29/3/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 dug up one clothed skeleton with a couple of oak leaves in its pockets. Analysis: The skeleton was later identified as William Viktor Charlotte Pendleton by Foundation researchers. Mr. Pendleton had reportedly gone missing. Government officials were able to retrieve its buried remains in a nearby forest after an anonymous tip. Excavation 6143.8 - 11/4/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 dug up one skeleton with one leg, carrying a left leg prothese in its hand. Analysis: SCP-6143 picked up the instance of SCP-6143-1 and gave it a piggyback carry. The skeleton could not be identified. Excavation 6143.17 - 27/4/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 only put the tip of its spade in the ground whilst digging two graves. Analysis: SCP-6143 helped a child's skeleton crawl out and took it in its arms. From the second pit it took an urn and emptied it inside. A black skeleton made from ash manifested instead and carried the urn afterwards. Excavation 6143.32 - 20/5/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 dug 13 graves and drew presumably the symbol of a wreath and eternal fire at the feet. An equal amount of skeletons dressed in different uniforms from the first World War crawled out. Analysis: The skeletons could not be matched with any known soldiers. They presumably are unknown soldiers that could not be laid to rest. After several more weeks of observation multiple Foundation rovers were successfully relocated. However, a pattern in the numbers of skeletons nor location could be found. Observation continued until the events below. Addendum 6143.2: Incident Log Foreword: The following events were witnessed by Dr. Nails and Dr. Charles Passevant from their assigned control room on 13/7/2018. <Begin Log> [Dr. Passevant enters with two cups of tea, gives one to his colleague and sits down in his chair. He begins to skim through the camera footage on-screen.] Dr. Passevant: Okay, so still nothing? Dr. Nails: Nope, nada. I mean you're skimming though them right now. They are pretty images, but nothing out of the ordinary. Dr. Passevant: [Sigh.] No new anomalies found by the other departments we can talk about? Dr. Nails: Not even an update on the known ones. [Sips.] Aw, fuck that's hot! Dr. Passevant: Well, let's just enjoy the scenery and put the radio on. Presentator: Today in our talkshow we will talk about SCP-████! It's a- [Screeching.] Dr. Nails: Ah, come on, it's SCP-████! Shit's weird as hell. Dr. Passevant: They only talk about clearance level 2 stuff. You know, the anomalies that have their files available to nearly everyone? Besides, you can check the uploaded podcast in the Foundation database. You should do that more often. Dr. Nails: Uh, Fine. Let's just do the routine check now then. Getting that out of the way. Dr. Passevant: Sure, better than sitting around. [A routine check is performed during the next 8 minutes, no deviating results were reported. Details omitted for brevity.] Dr. Nails: Ok, that's done. Let's go back to the camera footage and skim through it again. Dr. Passevant: Already on it. [Dr. Passevant begins to loop again through the camera's live feed. Suddenly, a skeleton dressed in an orange overall reading "D-████" can be seen in full focus.] Dr. Nails: BY THE LOVE OF- Ah, fuck! [Dr. Nails spills his tea, causing the cup to leave shards everywhere and his feet to get wet.] Dr. Passevant: You ok? Dr. Nails: I'll manage, just report the sighting. Dr. Passevant: Hey! Why don't we have an alarm or something for when we find something more urgent? I'm pretty sure we could use it right now. Dr. Nails: Alarms down here can disturb people on the telescope so they put in some automation for nearly every loud siren in the building. That stuff will probably only go off when we see a meteor or some other world ending event. I put multiple requests in to reinstate it to no avail. Dr. Passevant: Well, that sucks. Guess I need to make a couple of calls. You sure you don't need any help or first aid? Dr. Nails: No, no. Just confirm the identity or something whilst I clean this up. [Dr. Passevant begins dialing to The Department of D-Class Resources. Dr. Nails can be heard placing his shoes on the floor.] Dr. Passevant: [Click.] D-Class Resources? Passevant from- Yes… Yes, we don't have nor use D-Class here but we want to check up on one. The number? Euh… Hold on, it was D-████ I believe. Dr. Nails: Don't forget to ask to the past bearers of that number. We're looking for a deceased one. Dr. Passevant: Got it. Ahem. I forgot to mention, we are looking into previous wearers of the number. Who specifically? Euh, probably an adult male. Yes, yes I'll hold. No problem. Dr. Nails: A number they test a lot? Dr. Passevant: Probably, let's hope we got something. Dr. Nails: The skeleton has a crack on it's left temple. Maybe ask for someone with head trauma. Dr. Passevant: Eleven possible matches? What about someone with a skull fracture or head trauma of some kind? One match? Great! No, we don't want to request information on the experiment. We were wondering if you could check his grave. Hmm? No, I'm being serious. Dr. Nails: [Sigh.] Pass me the phone. Dr. Passevant: Hold on please. Nails, you're not even wearing your shoes. Why would you take this call? Dr. Nails: I need to clean those too, okay? Besides, I have permission to walk on my favourite socks when there is no breach, I can perfectly work like this. Now, just pass me the phone. We already got a match, worst case scenario we need to file a separate request. And they probably also don't want to deal with the paperwork either. Dr. Passevant: Okay, whatever you say. Less paperwork is always worth a try. Dr. Nails: Hey, It's Nails here. Oh nonononono, we just need to check up on some things. Why? You know those experiments where they shot some D-Class in space? Dr. Passevant: Wait, that actually happened? [Dr. Nails nods and puts a finger before his lips.] Dr. Nails: Yeah, we only need to pull some checks here and there to confirm if they were actually retrieved or still floating around. Yeah, just like you said. There might have been a number switched up in our documents. Yes, just check the grave and we're good. If not we'll send a forensic or something but you know that causes a bit of hassle when you guys have people stationed everywhere. Yes, that's all. Thanks. [Click.] Dr. Passevant: So… This fellow here was shot into space? Dr. Nails: No, I don't recognize the number. And if you're wondering, I only read the reports afterwards. Dr. Passevant: So, we'll just confirm if anything is inside the gra- Hold on a sec. [SCP-6143 can be seen moving towards the SCP-6143-1 instance which came closer to the camera and is pointing at it. D-████ shakes its head and SCP-6143 looks directly back into the lense. It then scrapes the tip of his shovel against the surface and slowly begins to push it down.] Dr. Nails: Passevant, I- I- [Dr. Nails grasps his chest region before falling down on the floor. Dr. Passevant checks his pulse without a result. SCP-6143 can be seen pushing its shovel fully into the surface and ploughs once. The body of Dr. Nails vanishes from Dr. Passevant's hands. SCP-6143 then forcefully pulls out a skeleton clothed in the same attire as Dr. Nails and seems to whisper something to him. Dr. Nails is thrown back into the grave, touching the shovel briefly with his left leg, and buried by SCP-6143 before reappearing on site with a skeleton leg instead.] Dr. Passevant: What the- Dr. Nails: Shit, that hurt! Dr. Passevant: How are you feeling? Dr. Nails: Been better, been worse… Dr. Passevant: What did it say? Dr. Nails: I don't know. I don't speak dead languages, let alone Death's language. But it's pretty clear it doesn't want us observing the dead anymore. Probably wants us to let them rest in peace. Dr. Passevant: So, that's what we'll do? Dr. Nails: I'll talk to the higher ups. I think showing my leg could convince them to push it a little faster. Dr. Passevant: Damn… Dr. Nails: Yeah… Dr. Passevant: Are you okay? Dr. Nails: Not really. Dr. Passevant: Do you want me to bring you to the medical wing or do I need to call someone? Dr. Nails: No, I'm fine. It's just… Dr. Passevant: What? Dr. Nails: I lost one of my favourite socks. <End Log> Closing Statement: The grave of the prior D-████ individual was found to be empty. Dr. Nails was allowed to continue working and got compensated for this injury. Rovers and satellites were updated to be turned on standby once SCP-6143 or instances of SCP-6143-1 were observed. You have one (1) new message Close messages To: Dr. Passevant From: Dr. Nails Subject: New sightings of SCP-6143 Passevant, SCP-6143 has been sighted exponentially more in the last few days by personnel maneuvering other probes and other spatial equipment. Since I am unable to contact them at the moment due to other duties, I highly request informing them of the anomaly, updating containment procedures, and the file if necessary. Nails To: Dr. Nails From: Dr. Passevant RE: Subject: New sightings of SCP-6143 Nails, I can definitely do that but there is no need to update the file or containments for that. I suggest we brief each other later on this and see where it goes. Passevant To: Dr. Passevant From: Dr. Nails RE: RE: Subject: New sightings of SCP-6143 Passevant, Briefing: The new sightings are not from human skeletons nor on our moon. Nails Footnotes 1. See Addendum 6143.2 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6143" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6143. Licensed under CC-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-6143 | uncontained | Item#: 6143 Level5 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Undercover personnel within various national and international space programs are to plant the file Binary_Star.aic in both the hardware of control centers and digital components of all launched projects. Space projects to the moon must be discouraged and disbanded by the aforementioned personnel. Foundation AI "Binary Star" will intercept and record all data about SCP-6143 for the Foundation database and summarily delete it from non-Foundation records. Foundation assets may not record SCP-6143 or any instances of SCP-6143-1 for safety reasons. Class C amnestics must be administered to civilians that describe SCP-6143. If ineffective, further amnestics or termination may be considered. Description: SCP-6143 is a skeleton of approximately 20 meters in height that carries a rusted shovel of similar length. SCP-6143 has been observed digging pits on the surface of the far side of the moon where a skeleton matching with a corpse on earth1, from here on designated as SCP-6143-1, will come out of and follow the anomaly to an unknown location. The excavated instances are only identifiable from clothing or grave goods in their possession. Neither seem to require nutrition to function nor seem to have a shared goal. Further investigation into the nature of SCP-6143 is ongoing. Discovery: On 12 March 2018, Dr. Nails observed SCP-6143 walking on the moon through the live feed of a Foundation satellite in lunar orbit. After 2 hours of observation, Dr. Nails saw that SCP-6143 stuck its shovel into the ground and dug a pit in one motion. Directly afterwards, an unidentified skeleton crawled out and walked away with SCP-6143, losing track of them mere moments later. After adjusting the orbit and parameters, SCP-6143 was observed more occasionally. Extracts available in the addendum below. Addendum 6143.1: Excavations by SCP-6143 Excavation 6143.2 - 20/3/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 dug up a skeleton that held a crook and flail. Analysis: The skeleton is probably a missing pharaoh from Upper Egypt. Probably dating around the 32th to the 30th century BC. Excavation 6143.3 - 29/3/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 dug up one clothed skeleton with a couple of oak leaves in its pockets. Analysis: The skeleton was later identified as William Viktor Charlotte Pendleton by Foundation researchers. Mr. Pendleton had reportedly gone missing. Government officials were able to retrieve its buried remains in a nearby forest after an anonymous tip. Excavation 6143.8 - 11/4/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 dug up one skeleton with one leg, carrying a left leg prothese in its hand. Analysis: SCP-6143 picked up the instance of SCP-6143-1 and gave it a piggyback carry. The skeleton could not be identified. Excavation 6143.17 - 27/4/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 only put the tip of its spade in the ground whilst digging two graves. Analysis: SCP-6143 helped a child's skeleton crawl out and took it in its arms. From the second pit it took an urn and emptied it inside. A black skeleton made from ash manifested instead and carried the urn afterwards. Excavation 6143.32 - 20/5/2018 Visual observation: SCP-6143 dug 13 graves and drew presumably the symbol of a wreath and eternal fire at the feet. An equal amount of skeletons dressed in different uniforms from the first World War crawled out. Analysis: The skeletons could not be matched with any known soldiers. They presumably are unknown soldiers that could not be laid to rest. After several more weeks of observation multiple Foundation rovers were successfully relocated. However, a pattern in the numbers of skeletons nor location could be found. Observation continued until the events below. Addendum 6143.2: Incident Log Foreword: The following events were witnessed by Dr. Nails and Dr. Charles Passevant from their assigned control room on 13/7/2018. <Begin Log> [Dr. Passevant enters with two cups of tea, gives one to his colleague and sits down in his chair. He begins to skim through the camera footage on-screen.] Dr. Passevant: Okay, so still nothing? Dr. Nails: Nope, nada. I mean you're skimming though them right now. They are pretty images, but nothing out of the ordinary. Dr. Passevant: [Sigh.] No new anomalies found by the other departments we can talk about? Dr. Nails: Not even an update on the known ones. [Sips.] Aw, fuck that's hot! Dr. Passevant: Well, let's just enjoy the scenery and put the radio on. Presentator: Today in our talkshow we will talk about SCP-████! It's a- [Screeching.] Dr. Nails: Ah, come on, it's SCP-████! Shit's weird as hell. Dr. Passevant: They only talk about clearance level 2 stuff. You know, the anomalies that have their files available to nearly everyone? Besides, you can check the uploaded podcast in the Foundation database. You should do that more often. Dr. Nails: Uh, Fine. Let's just do the routine check now then. Getting that out of the way. Dr. Passevant: Sure, better than sitting around. [A routine check is performed during the next 8 minutes, no deviating results were reported. Details omitted for brevity.] Dr. Nails: Ok, that's done. Let's go back to the camera footage and skim through it again. Dr. Passevant: Already on it. [Dr. Passevant begins to loop again through the camera's live feed. Suddenly, a skeleton dressed in an orange overall reading "D-████" can be seen in full focus.] Dr. Nails: BY THE LOVE OF- Ah, fuck! [Dr. Nails spills his tea, causing the cup to leave shards everywhere and his feet to get wet.] Dr. Passevant: You ok? Dr. Nails: I'll manage, just report the sighting. Dr. Passevant: Hey! Why don't we have an alarm or something for when we find something more urgent? I'm pretty sure we could use it right now. Dr. Nails: Alarms down here can disturb people on the telescope so they put in some automation for nearly every loud siren in the building. That stuff will probably only go off when we see a meteor or some other world ending event. I put multiple requests in to reinstate it to no avail. Dr. Passevant: Well, that sucks. Guess I need to make a couple of calls. You sure you don't need any help or first aid? Dr. Nails: No, no. Just confirm the identity or something whilst I clean this up. [Dr. Passevant begins dialing to The Department of D-Class Resources. Dr. Nails can be heard placing his shoes on the floor.] Dr. Passevant: [Click.] D-Class Resources? Passevant from- Yes… Yes, we don't have nor use D-Class here but we want to check up on one. The number? Euh… Hold on, it was D-████ I believe. Dr. Nails: Don't forget to ask to the past bearers of that number. We're looking for a deceased one. Dr. Passevant: Got it. Ahem. I forgot to mention, we are looking into previous wearers of the number. Who specifically? Euh, probably an adult male. Yes, yes I'll hold. No problem. Dr. Nails: A number they test a lot? Dr. Passevant: Probably, let's hope we got something. Dr. Nails: The skeleton has a crack on it's left temple. Maybe ask for someone with head trauma. Dr. Passevant: Eleven possible matches? What about someone with a skull fracture or head trauma of some kind? One match? Great! No, we don't want to request information on the experiment. We were wondering if you could check his grave. Hmm? No, I'm being serious. Dr. Nails: [Sigh.] Pass me the phone. Dr. Passevant: Hold on please. Nails, you're not even wearing your shoes. Why would you take this call? Dr. Nails: I need to clean those too, okay? Besides, I have permission to walk on my favourite socks when there is no breach, I can perfectly work like this. Now, just pass me the phone. We already got a match, worst case scenario we need to file a separate request. And they probably also don't want to deal with the paperwork either. Dr. Passevant: Okay, whatever you say. Less paperwork is always worth a try. Dr. Nails: Hey, It's Nails here. Oh nonononono, we just need to check up on some things. Why? You know those experiments where they shot some D-Class in space? Dr. Passevant: Wait, that actually happened? [Dr. Nails nods and puts a finger before his lips.] Dr. Nails: Yeah, we only need to pull some checks here and there to confirm if they were actually retrieved or still floating around. Yeah, just like you said. There might have been a number switched up in our documents. Yes, just check the grave and we're good. If not we'll send a forensic or something but you know that causes a bit of hassle when you guys have people stationed everywhere. Yes, that's all. Thanks. [Click.] Dr. Passevant: So… This fellow here was shot into space? Dr. Nails: No, I don't recognize the number. And if you're wondering, I only read the reports afterwards. Dr. Passevant: So, we'll just confirm if anything is inside the gra- Hold on a sec. [SCP-6143 can be seen moving towards the SCP-6143-1 instance which came closer to the camera and is pointing at it. D-████ shakes its head and SCP-6143 looks directly back into the lense. It then scrapes the tip of his shovel against the surface and slowly begins to push it down.] Dr. Nails: Passevant, I- I- [Dr. Nails grasps his chest region before falling down on the floor. Dr. Passevant checks his pulse without a result. SCP-6143 can be seen pushing its shovel fully into the surface and ploughs once. The body of Dr. Nails vanishes from Dr. Passevant's hands. SCP-6143 then forcefully pulls out a skeleton clothed in the same attire as Dr. Nails and seems to whisper something to him. Dr. Nails is thrown back into the grave, touching the shovel briefly with his left leg, and buried by SCP-6143 before reappearing on site with a skeleton leg instead.] Dr. Passevant: What the- Dr. Nails: Shit, that hurt! Dr. Passevant: How are you feeling? Dr. Nails: Been better, been worse… Dr. Passevant: What did it say? Dr. Nails: I don't know. I don't speak dead languages, let alone Death's language. But it's pretty clear it doesn't want us observing the dead anymore. Probably wants us to let them rest in peace. Dr. Passevant: So, that's what we'll do? Dr. Nails: I'll talk to the higher ups. I think showing my leg could convince them to push it a little faster. Dr. Passevant: Damn… Dr. Nails: Yeah… Dr. Passevant: Are you okay? Dr. Nails: Not really. Dr. Passevant: Do you want me to bring you to the medical wing or do I need to call someone? Dr. Nails: No, I'm fine. It's just… Dr. Passevant: What? Dr. Nails: I lost one of my favourite socks. <End Log> Closing Statement: The grave of the prior D-████ individual was found to be empty. Dr. Nails was allowed to continue working and got compensated for this injury. Rovers and satellites were updated to be turned on standby once SCP-6143 or instances of SCP-6143-1 were observed. You have one (1) new message Close messages To: Dr. Passevant From: Dr. Nails Subject: New sightings of SCP-6143 Passevant, SCP-6143 has been sighted exponentially more in the last few days by personnel maneuvering other probes and other spatial equipment. Since I am unable to contact them at the moment due to other duties, I highly request informing them of the anomaly, updating containment procedures, and the file if necessary. Nails To: Dr. Nails From: Dr. Passevant RE: Subject: New sightings of SCP-6143 Nails, I can definitely do that but there is no need to update the file or containments for that. I suggest we brief each other later on this and see where it goes. Passevant To: Dr. Passevant From: Dr. Nails RE: RE: Subject: New sightings of SCP-6143 Passevant, Briefing: The new sightings are not from human skeletons nor on our moon. Nails Footnotes 1. See Addendum 6143.2 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6143" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6143. Licensed under CC-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-6144 | keter | Item #: SCP-6144 Special Containment Procedures: The current list of SCP-6144 containment procedures as dictated by SCP-6144 are as follow: 1. Every 243 minutes, a peanut butter and caviar sandwich on multigrain rye bread must be eaten in front of me by a horse with the surname "Eve." 2. Exactly 22.8 meters to the southeast of the horse, must be a stage platform. On the second Monday of every month, there will be a theater performance of the lost 15th century English play "Mankind." {added on March 17th, 1978} 3. At the third vertex of the triangle created by the horse and the stage platform, must be a 43 year old man with a bald head wearing overalls reciting Codex Sinaiticus in Latin. {added on March 17th, 1982} 4. 14 meters above the man will be 5 extinct British Copper butterflies encased in amber suspended in the air. {added on March 17th, 1986} 5. Looking up at the blocks of amber shall be a Level 2B Reality Bender juggling 15 stones located from terrestrial planets located in the Andromeda galaxy. {added on March 17th, 1990} 6. 12 centimeters diagonal to the back of the Reality Bender's head will be a 5.7 meter perfect living clone of the current American president singing the Finnish folk song "Säkkijärven Polkka." {added on March 17th, 1994} 7. At the apex of the parabola that connects the President and the performer's stage will be an albino alligator on its hindlegs, tap dancing while chewing cinnamon-scented gum. {added on March 17th, 1998} 8. 15 kilometers above the alligator will be a miniature replica of Site-28, complete with mini researchers analogous to existing Site-28 personnel. {added on March 17th, 2002} 9. 112.54 meters below the replica is to be the Sarkic Princeling Xaildrianoalth contained in a room full of apricot jelly. {added on March 17th, 2006} 10. Any individual who looks at me longer than 14.3 seconds should immediately brush his teeth with liquid jade and rinse with ambrosia pudding. {added on March 17th, 2010} 11. Living entities in a 666 meter radius around me will remove and consume their sigmoid colon if their steps are not exactly 0.26 meters apart. {added on March 17th, 2014} 12. All members of Alpha: Containment-6144 are to be sacrificed on a 15 meter by 30 meter altar of pink jasper every year on the 5th of April. {added on March 17th, 2018} 13. 19 times a month, 33.5 individuals will come to me and eat their shoes. They must then smash and eat $0.78 million USD worth of computer graphics cards. {added on March 17th, 2022} The organization and successful adherence to the containment procedures will be managed by Alpha: Containment-6144. Description: SCP-6144 is a cinnamon tree that causes economic collapse within the American stock market. Cinnamon sticks created from SCP-6144’s bark are not anomalous. Paper made from the pulp of cut branches of SCP-6144 display the above-mentioned containment procedures. Every four years, an additional step appears on newly made paper from SCP-6144. The additional step is then analyzed by Alpha: Containment-6144 and, subsequently, constructed and added to SCP-6144's containment area. Each new containment procedure has been noted to be more difficult and convoluted to follow as time progresses. The containment procedures for SCP-6144 have been halted three times since its initial containment. Listed below are short excerpts of each incident. Containment Breach Log Breach 1; Date: 3/17/1974: Misunderstanding of SCP-6144 led to a lack of containment for approximately 5 months and 17 days. It is generally considered that the resulting effect of this was the stock market crash of 1974 and the subsequent stagflation1 of the 1970s. The difference of time between the start of containment and the descent of oil prices, which is thought to be the instigator of the recession, was 10 days. Breach 2; Date: 6/22/2000: An attack on Site-28 by the Chaos Insurgency led to a break in containment of SCP-6144 for 4 days. Later that month, the dot-com bubble of the late 1990s burst, causing the collapse of the early Internet industry. The difference of time between the renewal of containment and the raising of interest rates by the Federal Reserve, which is thought to be the instigator of the recession, was 21 days. The main reason for the raising of interest rates is still debated. Breach 3; Date: 9/13/2008: The late 2000’s “Type Green” Campaign by the Global Occult Coalition, which involved the extensive termination and imprisonment of reality benders, led to a sharp decline in supply of Level 2B Reality Benders required for Containment Step 5. SCP-6144 lacked containment for approximately 3 weeks, 4 days. The ensuing phenomena was the Great Recession of 2008 and the following housing price collapse. Supply chain issue of reality benders was solved through importation from parallel realities. The difference of time between the renewal of containment and bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers2 was 27 days. It is still unclear whether the aforementioned situations were the result of SCP-6144’s lack of containment or were coincidental incidents that occured due to chance. The economic recessions supposedly caused by SCP-6144 can be explained by legitimate non-anomalous factors. Bayesian statistical analysis of the null hypothesis of SCP-6144 not being anomalous results in a p=0.063. Therefore, it cannot be conclusively determined that SCP-6144 does, in fact, impact stock prices. SCP-6144 was secured on March 17th, 1974 at the Palais des Congrès de Paris4 in Paris, France. The amphithéâtre was the location of the 100th anniversary of the founding of the AWCY? movement and the 10th "Sommes-Nous Devenus Magnifiques?5". The following log is the first appearance and securement of SCP-6144 during the Sommes-Nous Devenus Magnifiques?. Date: March 17th, 1974 Investigator: Undercover Agent Joseph Laurent Background: Keynote Exhibition #2 occurred in the “Great Hall of the People” — a room seating 5,000 individuals. The session commenced at 9:43 am. A number of anomalous objects, phenomena, beings were presented by their associated creator. The final presentation was listed on the events brochure as “Sins of the Past Haunt the Future”. Agent Laurent was assigned to monitor this session and report back all anomalous entities. Start Log: POI: 3542A “The Box of Teeth6”: …that was quite a marvelous sculpture. Thank you for that. And now for the last showcase for this block, we have a project from a group in Indonesia. This proposal has been endorsed by “The Dancer.” POI: 1762F “Shaamil Sihasale”: Good afternoon fellow artists, entrepreneurs, doctors, executives, and patrons of the arts. My name is Shaamil Sihasale, third year student at the College of the Green Forest7 Today, I will be presenting on behalf of the Malacca Supernatural Artists Collective (MSAC). Before I continue, I would like to thank the Selection Committee for granting us this privilege of presenting this piece to all of you. As well, thank you to the 15,000 damned souls that were used by MSAC and infused into the tree. Finally, the biggest thanks goes to the late creator of this project Aalok Majumder, who sadly was eaten by the amazing piece by “The Playwright” a few hours ago. I’ll be presenting on his behalf. What you see before you is a cinnamon tree and it does something cool. (silence for 20 seconds) POI: 3542A “The Box of Teeth: Is there anything else you’d like to say? POI: 1762F “Shaamil Sihasale”: Hmm…well…let's see…(silence for 15 seconds) Okay, okay, I’ll be honest. Aalok wanted the tree to be one thing but I see it a different way. This is how he saw it. So there was this company, yeah? Called the Dutch East India Company, they along with a lot of other companies took over Southeast Asia, real imperialist style and grew a lot of spices. Funny thing too, all those hundreds of islands were named the “Spice Isles.” That wasn’t our name, though. (laughs) So Aalok thought one day, it would be quite serendipitous if the spices said “fuck you” right back. Like c'mon, their economy was jump started by the exploitation of our lands and people. So wouldn’t the most acute irony be that if a cinnamon tree, the exact same spice that started this whole thing, caused them to lose that same money? Okay, okay. So now you have his version. But! I view it in a different way. Instead of viewing it as a tool in reference to the past, why not look to our future? So taking advice from my good friend, and founder of MSAC, “The Dancer,” we decided to gift this item to the SCP Foundation. (murmurs in the audience) Hah! Don’t worry. The astute among us have already noticed. Can the fellow artist in Row 27 seat 14 come to the stage? That’s right, I’m talking to you Foundation agent Laurent. (There is an uproar in the audience. Some individuals jump out of their seats and run, most are yelling loudly, a few have no reaction. Sihasale whispers into the microphone) He’s spying on us, by the way, so don’t take out anything too unique. (Agent Joseph Laurent is instructed to, tentatively, follow POI: 1762F’s instructions. As such he quickly walks to the stage.) So I know the Foundation doesn’t like art too much. But our founder thought instead of punishing the empires that are long gone, why not punish the ones oppressing us now? So Laurent, my friend, you will take this tree. And you will contain it, just as you have done with many of MSAC’s other projects. But here’s a secret, making sure it doesn’t activate will get more difficult overtime. I’m sure you can figure out the details, but it’s a built-in measure to make sure Aalok’s revenge eventually comes. One day you will fail, let's just see how long you can keep the system going. So there we go. A construct that will ruin both the sins of the fallen kingdoms and the kingdom ruling over us in the present. I have some more philosophical babble about capitalism, symbolism, inspiration and other shit like that but I’ll save that for the discussion block afterwards. Laurent, before you go, I’ll give you a small hint. The souls that Aalok infused get kinda chippy if you don’t regularly feed them. Up to you if you want to do something about it. (Before any response could be made, Agent Laurent and SCP-6144 are transported to the street adjacent from the Palais des Congrès de Paris.) End Log Note: A subsequent raid of the hall 30 minutes later led to no persons or evidence of the Sommes-Nous Devenus Magnifiques? The other assigned undercover agents Marie-Françoise De Villepin, Fabien Chastain, Jean-Luc Clérisseau lost contact and have since been MIA. Footnotes 1. A period of time in which there is both high unemployment and high inflation. 2. At the time, the fourth largest investment bank whose collapse triggered many after-effects of the recession. 3. Standard protocol for the rejection of the null hypothesis would require a p-value of less than 0.05. 4. One of the largest convention venues in France. 5. This exhibition of anomalous art pieces and projects has been held every 10 years since 1874. Members of the AWCY? movement send their proposals to the Selection Committee. 6. The announcer and main moderator for the Sommes-Nous Devenus Magnifiques?, POI: 3542A is composed of three mouths attached to a femur bone. 7. 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SCP-6145 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-6145 Special Containment Procedures: Having been publicly discredited as a hoax by embedded physicians and medical practitioners at King James Medical College in 1749, no further containment of SCP-6145 is required. The remains of all seven instances of SCP-6145-1 have been preserved, and are presently on display at Site-24's Biological Containment Wing. An engraving of Virginia Croft, published in the Weyford Tribunal in October of 1749. Description: SCP-6145 was an anomalous occurrence on May 30, 1749, where Virginia Croft, a resident of Weyford, England, gave birth to a set of seven non-anomalous Oryctolagus cuniculus (European rabbits). Both Croft and the rabbits (hereafter referred to as SCP-6145-1) survived this process. The incident received significant coverage from the British press, and was successfully contained by His Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal (HMFSCP)1 in November of the same year through implementation of a cover story. History: Virginia Croft, a 29 year old widow who had previously survived seven miscarriages, was unable to provide a definitive explanation for SCP-6145. She reported experiencing an unusually vivid dream roughly five weeks prior, which she was able to describe in detail. Croft recounted finding herself in a vast field of orchids beneath an immense full moon, where she engaged in silent dance with a tall, well-dressed humanoid bearing leporine physical features. Upon awakening from this dream, Croft recalled discovering a mature male rabbit perched atop her bedspread, which immediately departed through an open window. She further noted that in the following weeks, while exhibiting no typical symptoms of pregnancy, she experienced an unusual craving for grass, twigs and leafy vegetation. Croft, who had no known living relatives at the time of SCP-6145, did not initially inform any other persons of the occurrence. Discovery: On August 12, Weyford physician Dr. Gordon Whitely witnessed Croft breastfeeding several instances of SCP-6145-1 outside her home, whereupon she confessed to the extranormal circumstances of their birth. While initially skeptical, Whitely later testified that he was intrigued by the rabbits' behavior, and requested to perform a cervical examination on Mrs. Croft. Croft agreed to this procedure, under the condition that Dr. Whitely inform no others of his findings. This examination confirmed Croft's claims to be accurate. The following week, Whitely informed several of his colleagues at King James Medical College of Croft's claims, which included several of Britain's most prominent physicians of the time. The resulting media fixation on Croft's claims attracted the attention of HMFSCP, who interrogated Dr. Whitely and determined his findings to be credible. As this incident occurred over two centuries prior to the development of amnestics, His Majesty's Foundation instead focused on discrediting the anomaly. Mrs. Croft was asked to make a public statement, confessing that the events of SCP-6145 had been a hoax orchestrated by herself alone. Croft refused to comply with the Foundation's demands, unless all instances SCP-6145-1 were returned to her possession. Unbeknownst to Croft, by this point, all SCP-6145-1 had been transported to Facility-α2 for dissection, and were awaiting further testing. On November 3, HMFSCP agent Dr. Philip Strangerson issued an official statement to King James Medical College, reporting that no evidence had been found to support Croft's claims. Strangerson further testified that based on their interactions, he believed Croft was likely to be suffering from grief-induced hysteria following multiple miscarriages, and the death of her husband from tuberculosis in 1746. No further investigation was conducted into SCP-6145, and Dr. Gordon Whitely resigned his position at King James Medical College in January 1749. Mrs. Croft was later admitted to a private psychiatric institution, where she died of undisclosed causes on November 10, 1753. She was buried in an unmarked grave in Whitelake Cemetery, several kilometers outside her home town. Aftermath: On November 10, 1754, a small group of mourners attending a funeral at Whitelake Cemetery reported witnessing several dozen juvenile rabbits belonging to a variety of species assembling at a site facing the graveyard's west entrance. Each instance was reputedly holding a single flower in its mouth, which were deposited at a specific point before departing in unison through the west gate. Subsequent exhumation of this site revealed the presence of human remains, which were later confirmed to be those of Virginia Croft. In order to prevent similar transgressions from occurring in the future, Croft's corpse was removed, and transported to Facility-α for incineration. No further anomalous activity has been reported in Weyford since. Addendum: In 2003, Site-24 Director Jacqueline Fleming issued following statement regarding SCP-6145 and the circumstances which followed: Throughout this organization's history, countless men and women, field agent and civilian alike, have endured untold sacrifice for the sake preserving normalcy. Few of these cases however, have garnered the same level of notoriety, and intense scrutiny over the ensuing years, as that of Virginia Croft. Mrs. Croft lived in the tumultuous and uncertain era of our forefathers, who were only beginning to probe the mechanics of the impossible. They did not have access to such conveniences as the modern amnestic techniques we take for granted. As a result, they had little choice but to resort to less scrupulous methods of containment, leading to unfortunate, and often tragic consequences. Bearing this in mind, I am pleased to announce that Site-24's forthcoming nature preserve, dedicated to the care and study of anomalous wildlife in all its forms, will hereafter officially be known as the Croft Wing. Secure. Contain. Protect. Footnotes 1. Foundation precursor organization, active primarily in the United Kingdom and Ireland between 1738 and 1918. 2. Since designated Site-24. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6145" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6145. Licensed under CC-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: Virginiacroft.png Author: John Laguerre License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6146 | esoteric-class | . close Info X SCP-6146: Sic Semper Cartago Team Xenophania's third entry in DEPARTMENT-CON 2022. Written by Aftokrator More by this author ITEM #: 6146 CONTAINMENT CLASS: Uncontained SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All communications and meetings with SCP-6146, diplomatic or otherwise, are to be conducted at Exoversal Site-10.1 Any attempts by individual members of SCP-6146 to transport into the Prime Universe outside visitation periods as detailed in the Treaty of Agadir are to be intercepted either by Exoversal Site-10 or Station Alpha as appropriate. All references to SCP-6146 in documents with Clearance Level 2 and below are to utilize its former designation, GoI Ev-6146. Personnel are encouraged to refer to SCP-6146 by its common name in the presence of its members. + Access Archived Containment Procedures - Hide Archived Containment Procedures ARCHIVED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Members of SCP-6146 currently under Foundation custody are to be considered diplomatic personnel and treated as such. They are to remain at Exoversal Site-10 and be dissuaded from attempting to travel to the Prime Universe until the finalization of Project Phoinaissance. Gag orders have been issued to Foundation personnel at Exoversal Site-10, as per Project Phoinaissance. Under no circumstance are members of SCP-6146 to be made aware of the history of the Phoenician and Carthaginian civilizations of the Prime Universe. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6146 refers to an exoversal intergovernmental organization, formerly designated GoI Ev-6146, identified as the Grand Marzeh and numbering an estimated 600 member realities. The thauma-technological prowess of SCP-6146 vary between member realities, with some only recently acquiring extraversal transportation capabilities while others are centuries-old multiversal empires armed with multiple eigenweapons. It is understood that knowledge sharing efforts have been implemented to alleviate this disproportion. SCP-6146 member realities are universally more thaumaturgically advanced than the Prime Universe. For this reason, and the possibility of a Broken Masquerade Scenario occurring in the event of hostile action taken by SCP-6146 against the Prime Universe, the Department of Extraversal Affairs has deemed it appropriate to designate GoI Ev-6146 as an SCP, and has opted to pursue amiable diplomatic relations with SCP-6146 until further notice. HISTORICAL CONTEXT: Phoenicia Carthage Historical distribution of the Phoenician language. Phoenicia was an ancient civilization originating from the Levant, formed of multiple politically-independent city-states such as Byblos, Tyre, and Sidon. Due to its geographical location, Phoenicia fell under the spheres of multiple competing Bronze Age civilizations, and so changed overlords several times until the Late Bronze Age collapse. Exploiting the power vacuum left behind by declining Bronze Age civilizations, Phoenicia was able to become the foremost maritime and mercantile power in the Iron Age Mediterranean. Despite lacking full independence in the previous stage of their history, Phoenician city-states were already well-developed and rich off of bronze-making and being the primary termini for trade within the region. Phoenician colonies were eventually established across the Mediterranean, some surviving to this day as prominent coastal towns and cities. One such colony eventually gave rise to the Carthaginian civilization, a major Mediterranean power in its own right. At the height of their civilization, Phoenicia stretched from the Iberian Peninsula to the Levant, while their trade networks facilitated the exchange of knowledge and culture across the Mediterranean and Near East. Ultimately, the Phoenician city-states reverted back to existing as autonomous polities within larger empires, until the dissolution of any and all autonomy under the Roman Empire in the 1st century BCE. Over time, Phoenician culture faded into extinction, while any possible successor states were assimilated into the surrounding cultures or empires of their respective locations. Marble bust of Carthaginian general and statesman Hannibal Barca. Carthage was an ancient city-state and later empire located in modern Tunisia. It was settled around 814 BCE by Tyrian colonists, achieving independence about a century later following the conquest of the Phoenician homeland by neighboring powers. In the subsequent centuries, Carthage developed trade networks and colonies of their own in the Western Mediterranean, as well as its own distinct cultural identity, having been influenced by local cultures in North Africa and beyond. Carthage is perhaps most famously known for being a major competitor to the Roman Republic, with which it fought the Punic Wars. Over the course of these wars, Carthage gradually declined in power and influence, ultimately having most of its possessions annexed into the growing Roman Republic. Contrary to popular belief, there is little contemporary evidence to confirm the rumor that Roman general Scipio Aemilianus salted the fields of the city of Carthage to prevent the local peoples from rebuilding. The city itself remained a major Roman city until its final destruction in 698 CE by the Umayyad Caliphate. ADDENDUM 6146.01: INITIAL CONTACT On 15/03/2023, Exoversal Site-10 was breached by a group of 4 unidentified and unarmed individuals, who surrendered and were subsequently detained on-site. Multiple devices were confiscated, some of which were advanced interversal transporters comparable to Foundation paratechnology. None of the individuals spoke languages known to on-site personnel at the time, hindering communication efforts. Eventually, two of these individuals were identified to be capable of communicating in some variant of Anglo-Saxon, in which interviews were held in to ascertain the group's intentions. Foreword: Interview was held primarily in Anglo-Saxon, however portions of the interview do not correspond to any known reconstructions of the language. Rough interpretations of these portions have been highlighted. «BEGIN LOG» LANGFORD: Alright, let's get started. Please state your name for the record. KADMOS: I am Kadmos of House Barca. LANGFORD: Barca? You are related to Hannibal Barca? KADMOS: Yes. It is good that you know of him. I am one of his direct descendants. LANGFORD: I see. What is the purpose for your visit here? KADMOS: I am but a [translator] for the [organization] called the [Grand Marzeh]. We have already confirmed your [world crossing] capabilities, and as such we have come to your [world] to establish diplomatic relations with our brethren here. On behalf of our organization, I [demand] that you release my comrades from [bondage] and deliver us to our kin. LANGFORD: Your comrades will be released in due time, that I can assure you of. Speaking of which, what is that language you speak among your comrades? KADMOS: [Standardized Phoenician]. There were many differences and dialects between our [worlds], so we developed a common tongue for [ease]. LANGFORD: Interesting. What about the language we are using right now? KADMOS: Do you have a map? [An unmarked map of the world is displayed on the interrogation room monitor. Kadmos points towards the British Isles.] KADMOS: The language we speak in now is a dead one in my [world]. It is what the [sons] of this island spoke centuries ago. You may or may not know it by its [root name], [English]. LANGFORD: I certainly do, but why do you use it instead of, uh, Standardized… Phoenician? KADMOS: Good try there. Some of the [worlds] we encounter are incredibly different from those we have known. Some were [ruled] by [English] speakers, others were [ruled] by speakers of languages from here, here, even here. [Kadmos points to southern India, the Arabian Peninsula, and the Hawaiian Islands.] KADMOS: Not all of these [worlds] have treated my brethren well. So, we utilize old languages that are likely to have [children] that [rule] the [world] to make contact. Like now, we are received not by our brethren, but those who require dead languages to speak. LANGFORD: I see. If I may ask, what happens to [worlds] in which your brethren no longer walk the Earth? KADMOS: Then it is a great tragedy. Where our brethren fall, we offer [prayer]. Where [Phoenician] blood is spilt, we offer [justice]. We seek to understand the history and context of such [regrettable] events, and [act] accordingly. LANGFORD: What would entail such action? KADMOS: The [Grand Marzeh] has approved of [opening] the [world] for our brethren to offer [prayer] and [justice] in the past. We will do so once more if the need arises. LANGFORD: Thank you for your cooperation, Kadmos. «END LOG» Follow-up interviews provided the Foundation with greater insight into the military strength and extent of influence wielded by SCP-6146, as well as the prevalence of realities in which SCP-6146 operates both within and without their respective Veils. All present members of SCP-6146 were later transferred from standard holding cells to guest rooms at Exoversal Site-10 and permitted limited access to the Site's amenities. Internal Meeting — Exoversal Site-10, Conference Room 2A > RECORDING STARTED < LANGFORD Well. This has been quite the day. ARCE I've looked over the interview transcripts, and I can't say I'm too fond of their tone. We should move to classify this, "Grand Marzeh" as a hostile exoversal Group of Interest immediately. LANGFORD Let us not be too hasty here. There could easily be important context lost in translation on our end, and I'm not entirely confident that their command of dead languages is concrete either. ARCE Are you hearing yourself right now? One of the statements made during those interviews was, and I quote: "Where Phoenician blood is spilt, we offer justice." LANGFORD I can see where you're coming from, but the last thing we both want is for conflict to blow up from a misunderstanding or mistranslation. Hell, we don't even know their "justice" entails. Anyway, how goes the analysis of their Standardized Phoenician, Anton? SIEGEL We're still cross-referencing with our records, but we're pretty sure that 'Standard Phoenician' is their analogue of Esperanto. It's a constructed language, mostly derived from the Tyrian dialect but with Punic scattered about here and there. The Linguistics Division AICs should be done with lexicographing the language within the next 36 hours or so. LANGFORD That makes sense, what with Phoenicia historically being a bunch of city states with their own dialects. I wonder what their ancestors did right to give rise to all this? SAMARA We're inferring that at some point in the history of their home realities, a major political event divided the Phoenician city states from the other Canaanites enough that a distinct identity could take root, much like how the Greeks in the Prime Universe coalesced in the wake of their wars with Persia. That being said, any reality with a point of divergence that far back would be terribly tedious to reach, even with our latest paratech. Just how advanced does that make them, then? LANGFORD Not that much more than us, apparently. One of our techs took a crack at their transports earlier, they weren't that different from ours conceptually. I'd be inclined to say that these folks are seasoned interversal travelers. SIEGEL Speaking of Punic, it would appear that a notable portion of GoI Ev-6146 is comprised of Carthaginians or those hailing from Carthaginian successor states. I can't remember how many times I've heard the words "Barca" or "Hannibal" today. LANGFORD Huh. I guess by technicality, Carthage can be considered part of any Phoenician group. What I'm concerned about is how militaristic that makes GoI Ev-6146. The Phoenicians were peaceful traders and shipbuilders, but with Carthaginian traditions in the mix… We might be dealing with an organization that far outclasses us in firepower. ARCE Nice! So when can we expect an invasion of Italy by exoversal Carthaginians? SIEGEL Jean, for the love of god— LANGFORD Look, we don't know that. Right now, our best bet is to keep these diplomats comfortable and under our custody. We have recordings of their conversations but until we can figure out how to translate those properly, well, we'll just have to make sure they don't figure out that we don't actually have a Phoenicia or Carthage for them to visit. ARCE At this rate, it's not going to end when those diplomats leave. Sure, we can deceive them all we want but at the end of the day, it just means that they know we're hiding something from them. We can't even amnesticize them without the possibility of arousing suspicion from SCP-6146. Sooner or later their ships are gonna come knocking to do some coercive diplomacy. SAMARA They're right, you know. We can't keep something like this going indefinitely. Something's gotta give. LANGFORD Could we perhaps lead them to a reality with a sizable Phoenician or Carthaginian presence, introduce it as the Prime Universe, and then convince them that 'our' Carthage wants nothing to do with them? SIEGEL No dice. None of the realities nearby fit that particular bill, and any that do are probably too far away for us to give us reasonable verisimilitude. Although, I do have another idea. Are you all familiar with the concept of a Potemkin village? > RECORDING ENDED < ADDENDUM 6146.02: PROJECT PHOINAISSANCE OVERVIEW The Presidential Palace prior to deep cleaning. Note the build-up of dust coating the structure. Proposed by Dr. Anton Siegel as a measure to deter further investigation of the Prime Universe by SCP-6146, Project Phoinaissance would effectively recreate Carthage as a puppet state under Foundation control to serve as a proxy for diplomacy with SCP-6146. The government of this constructed Carthage would be instructed to respectfully decline the offer for membership in SCP-6146 on grounds of isolationist policy, eliminating the possibility of confrontation over the absence of any actual Phoenician or Carthaginian presence in the Prime Universe. Border reality U-Valencia-ดვዓᚗᕤ-D, which hosts Exoversal Site-10, was chosen as the location for the creation of a faux capital, centered at the approximate location of the modern city of Carthage. This was primarily due to the existence of infrastructure, albeit abandoned, and the absence of a living population within the area.2 Following a sanitation regime, D-class personnel dressed in plainclothes would be utilized to simulate a living population within the immediate vicinity of the official residence of U-Valencia-ดვዓᚗᕤ-D's former Tunisian government, designated as the Presidential Palace. Loudspeakers placed throughout the city would loudly play traffic and construction work noises to further improve the illusion of the city actually being inhabited. Personnel selected to act as government officials of Carthage would be administered engineered meme complexes to attain fluency in a modified version of Standard Phoenician to emulate a localized language, in addition to the creation of a false history of the constructed Carthage. Recognizing the value in such an undertaking for any future interactions with SCP-6146, Project Phoinaissance was approved by the OV Council on the condition that the Department of Extraversal Affairs would finance the project themselves. Project Phoinaissance took a total of 54 hours to complete, largely owing to the difficulty in cleaning up the remnants of the previous population, which have since been transferred into the custody of the Department of Acroamatic Abatement. In this time, Foundation AICs also completed the compilation of a Standard Phoenician dictionary, allowing for sufficiently accurate real-time translation while using any standard issue BF-42 Personal Translation Device. SCP-6146 members in Foundation custody were later informed that the faux Carthaginian government had not only received their requests, but also invited them to to visit the Presidential Palace for further dialogue and a formal dinner. Shortly after they accepted, they were transported to the restored Presidential Palace by helicopter from Exoversal Site-10. The SCP-6146 members were received by an Agent Hassan, masquerading as President Calanico at the Presidential Palace, accompanied by a security detail derived from Exoversal Site-10's task forces. Cmd. Acre and Drs. Langford, Samara, and Siegel were also present, monitoring the SCP-6146 members from the security room. Video Log — Presidential Palace, Dining Hall > RECORDING STARTED < CALANICO Thank you for accepting our invitation to dinner, ladies and gentlemen. The SCP-6146 members are visibly impressed by the opulence of the dining hall and the Presidential Palace as a whole. PUMYATAN The pleasure is ours, Mr. President. CALANICO I think I speak for my colleagues when I say that our response to your arrival was slower than expected. For that, we would like to apologize. PUMYATAN We understand the incredible circumstances your government has found itself in upon our arrival. Even an eagle must wait for the mice to rise before it can hunt. Consider it forgiven. CALANICO Q-quite so. To suddenly discover that we are not alone in this wide universe… Now, you must be famished, having come such a long way. President Calanico snaps his fingers. Several plates of chickpea chorizo stew are brought out to the table by a group of waiters. CALANICO Please, help yourselves. It is my favorite dish. 30 minutes of extraneous conversation regarding the fabricated history and geopolitical situation of the faux Carthage have been removed for brevity. AGENNOR That was quite delicious. My compliments to the chef. CALANICO Glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Agennor. KADMOS You know, I am curious. I understand that your government operates mostly outside your Veil, however I can't help but feel that there was more to this delayed welcome than you've let us on. It took 3 whole days just to have our request received, let alone be invited here for dinner. CALANICO But of course. I'm sure you know how complicated protocols can be sometimes, especially when working with the Foundation. I wouldn't want to bore my guests over the minutiae of our bureaucratic workings. KADMOS Certainly. However, unlike this country, we weren't born yesterday. President Calanico chokes on a piece of chorizo in surprise, quickly washing it down with a swig of water. CALANICO I'm not sure I follow..? PUMYATAN You can drop the act now, Mr. President. My colleagues and I have already gleaned what we need to know about our brethren in this world. CALANICO Sorry, I don't believe I fully understand what you're talking about here. We literally just talked about the history of my country. ALEP Your country? Really? Not to be snakes before a nest, but do we really have to explain ourselves here? We know that all this is merely a fabrication, and that you've been keeping tabs on us and our conversations ever since we arrived. Alep turns to look directly at a surveillance recorder hidden in a fresco on a nearby wall before waving at it. ALEP The fact we're having this conversation right now means know our language, albeit this world's Phoenician seems slightly more different than what we're used to. Alas, this is far from the first time that a ruse like this was pulled on us, although I must say none have been this blinding. CALANICO Blinding? What are yo— ALEP I mean, really. At this point you're just leaving the coop open. Regardless, I think this has gone on for long enough. Alep retrieves a small device from one of her pockets3 and begins fiddling with it. CALANICO What are you doing? ALEP Placing an order for the crucifix and nails. Alep's statement is interpreted as her preparing to request reinforcements from SCP-6146. Orders to incapacitate the SCP-6146 non-lethally are relayed via earpiece. Multiple bodyguards reach for their taser holsters. KADMOS I don't think so. Kadmos snaps his fingers. Every person in the room carrying a gun on their person, including President Calanico, is abruptly encased in a block of translucent material resembling ice. KADMOS There's a lot more where that came fro— Whoops. The only people in the dining hall that are not currently incapacitated are the 4 SCP-6146 members, who remain seated at the table. Agennor and Kadmos whisper to each other loudly. AGENNOR That wasn't all of them, right? KADMOS How was I supposed to know they all had guns on them? A television screen in the dining hall starts up, revealing Drs. Langford, Samara, and Siegel in the security room. LANGFORD Uh, hello? Are we visibl— Yep, OK, we're good. Umm. Since you've incapacitated everyone else in the room, we'll talk things out with you on their behalf. PUMYATAN You just tried to kill us, and you still want to talk? ACRE Look, we weren't going to kill you, we were just going to incapacitate you. Big difference. Kadmos inspects one of the encased personnel, who was frozen mid-stride with taser in hand. He turns and nods at Pumyatan after confirming this. PUMYATAN That doesn't make it any better a way to serve guests. There's a very simple way to resolve this. Take us to where our brethren are held in your world. LANGFORD Sorry, wait— That's it? Isn't this the part where you issue a declaration of war or something? Or did we not translate that part right? AGENNOR Oh no, we do issue those, but you must understand that our organization is one that bares no lies to the baker. We intend to understand the context behind what you've done to our brethren in your world before summary judgement can be carried out. SAMARA And if we refuse? AGENNOR That's that, then. Either you return us our transporters and let us be on our way, or we will simply wait here until our allocated dispatch period elapses, after which the Grand Marzeh will come knocking with a task force or two to collect us. As of right now, we have about… 4 days left. Of course, we can always accelerate that, as Alep was about to do. ALEP Our task forces, they're quite efficient, you know. One time Pumyatan here got stuck in a world controlled by a eugenicist world order that was convinced that Canaanites4 were universally impure. Task force got her out of there in less than an hour, and then one of our fleets handled the rest. SAMARA God, that sounds horrible. PUMYATAN It's how I lost this eye, you know. LANGFORD What would 'handle the rest' entail here, if I may ask? KADMOS Subjugation and reorganization as a frontier world. I think you might have a rough idea about what exactly that entails. PUMYATAN On that note, it would be wise to accept our requests while we're all still being reasonable about it. Silence for 6 seconds, broken by Dr. Siegel sighing and standing from his chair. SIEGEL Very well. Shall we depart now, then? AGENNOR And leave all this food untouched? Surely your world isn't that barbaric. > RECORDING ENDED < Following this exchange, Project Phoinaissance was suspended indefinitely,5 while Station Alpha approved the translocation of the aforementioned group to the Prime Universe as part of a diplomatic entourage. The entourage, dressed in plainclothes, visited multiple Phoenician and Carthaginian archaeological sites and museums in Tunis, the United Arab Republic, and the US states of Jerusalem and Lebanon over the course of the next few days. FOREWORD: The following log was recorded shortly before the scheduled departure of the 4 SCP-6146 members within the premises of Syed's Coffee and Pastry, a Foundation front company located in Jaffa, Jerusalem. «BEGIN LOG» [Alep and Kadmos sit at a table with Cmd. Acre and Drs. Langford, Samara, and Siegel. Empty coffee cups and plates are present. Pumyatan and Agennor sit at a nearby table, helping the latter pack souvenirs into a portable subspace anomaly.] SIEGEL: Out of curiosity, back at the dinner, what gave us away? ALEP: Well there were those hidden recorders. You never bothered to apply concealment sigils so it's not that hard for a thaumaturge to take notice. SIEGEL: We didn't know you were thaumaturges then. Anything else? KADMOS: You mean, what else other than your horrendous rendering of Standard Phoenician? All we had to do was throw a few idioms out to make your "President" lose the plot. SIEGEL: You wound me, Mr. Kadmos. Machine translation has its limitations, and we don't have a lot left of the source to work with in this reality. KADMOS: Indeed. I would recommend you work on improving it post-haste, because what you have now is downright unmentionable, if not illegal. [Alep and Kadmos share a chuckle, while the others laugh nervously in confusion at the presumed joke.] KADMOS: Honestly, I think I might have preferred our brethren here be alive but imprisoned instead of being dust in the earth. ALEP: Mhmm. I must admit that this is the first time I've seen a world like yours. I always knew in the back of my mind that out there, there would be worlds where we simply fade into the annals of history. I just didn't think we'd come across one so soon. LANGFORD: What's the end goal here, though? Seems illogical for the Grand Marzeh to send its members out to explore instead of drones. ALEP: It's a long story. [Dr. Langford glances at his wristwatch.] LANGFORD: One which we still have time for, by the looks of things. ALEP: So it is. Before the Grand Marzeh was formed, our predecessor organizations were content with exploring the multiverse at our respective paces, occasionally visiting each other to exchange pleasantries. It was quite peaceful. You can imagine how shocked we were when we first found a world without a Phoenicia to greet us. Millions murdered within the span of 3 years. They were avenged, of course. That was all we could really do. ACRE: You have our condolences. ALEP: Much appreciated. The Grand Marzeh came into existence shortly after this discovery, with the prime directive being the protection of our brethren across the multiverse. We took a more proactive stance, sending delegations — such as my group — to seek out worlds with brethren that may require our help. SAMARA: Wait so the Grand Marzeh's goals are to search, contact, and protect vulnerable Phoenician populations? KADMOS: Well there are exceptions where we've assisted non-Phoenician populations in similar dispositions, but when you put it that way… I suppose it is. [Drs. Langford and Siegel groan while Cmd. Acre suppresses a chortle.] ACRE: So let me get this straight, you thought that we were, what, genocide perpetrators or collaborationists? KADMOS: Something like that. We were certain that your organization was aware of some manner of atrocity committed to our brethren here, but we weren't sure how involved it was. LANGFORD: Well this certainly explains your apprehensiveness when you first arrived. ALEP: No, actually, that was from you detaining us and confiscating our communicators. Pumyatan thought we arrived in another police state. ACRE: Ah. Sorry about that. KADMOS: It is forgiven. I can only hope the worlds after this are more welcoming. SIEGEL: About that. Most realities from here on out will probably have some variant of our organization. I'll send out a notification about your group's activities on this side of the multiverse, but do be careful. KADMOS: You have our gratitude. Then again, I'm doubtful that things will change much. [Pumyatan presents Agennor with a signed poster of WWE CEO Vince McMahon. The latter audibly gasps in surprise as he examines the appearance of his Prime Universe counterpart.] KADMOS: Pumyatan picked that one up in Beirut, I think. I swear, I have never seen him clean-shaven like that before this. It's uncanny. SIEGEL: I know right? You have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face when I interviewed him. [An alert sounds from one of Kadmos's pockets. Pumyatan and Agennor approach the table.] KADMOS: That's our cue. SAMARA: Put in a good word for us when you get back, will you? PUMYATAN: We certainly will, Ms. Samara. [The 4 SCP-6146 members activate their transporters simultaneously, disappearing in an optical redshift.] «END LOG» ADDENDUM 6146.03: FURTHER SCP-6146 INTERACTION Several weeks after the above events, Station Alpha received a transmission from SCP-6146, requesting for further talks with the SCP Foundation at a location of the latter's choice. Accepting the request, the Foundation sent a diplomatic mission to U-August-గѳᖈޓẩQ, a SCP-6146 member reality. Following an initial exchange of pleasantries and a tour of sites of interest in U-August-గѳᖈޓẩQ, the leadership of SCP-6146 announced its decision that no single entity nor party was wholly responsible for the absence of a modern Phoenician or Carthaginian civilization in the Prime Universe, overturning any possibility of its subjugation. To formalize this, the Treaty of Agadir was signed between the SCP Foundation and SCP-6146. The treaty also provided a framework to permit individual SCP-6146 members ingress to the Prime Universe, primarily to visit Phoenician and/or Carthaginian sites and museums to pay tribute or respects. With the development of exchange programs and minor Foundation participation in SCP-6146 social events, interorganizational relations with SCP-6146 have improved to be within acceptable parameters. ADDENDUM 6146.04: STUDY OF SCP-6146 MEMBER REALITIES In tandem with the diplomatic mission to U-August-గѳᖈޓẩQ, Foundation personnel conducted studies on the local history of the reality prior to its accession to SCP-6146, as well as differences between Standard Phoenician and the local Phoenician/Punic-derived languages. Such studies were also repeated on other SCP-6146 member realities, with emphasis on realities in which the Foundation has ongoing exchange programs. In almost all SCP-6146 member realities, Phoenician and/or Carthaginian successor states were found to have come into contact with some variant of the Daevite Empire, typically precipitating conflict. As such, the relationship between any Daevite and Phoenician or Carthaginian polities has been used as a standard for a rough comparison of the histories of these realities. Reality Designation Historical Overview Non-standardized Linguistic Differences U-Foehn-߆ხᚏDᅛ᧱ Carthaginian hegemony was threatened by the Daevite Empire, in a manner not unlike the Mongol Empire of the Prime Universe, until its fragmentation in the 16th century. Variations between native Punic language and Standard Phoenician are negligible. However, multiple other native languages are speculated to have been Phoenicianized,6 primarily those spoken by populations on the periphery of the former Daevite Empire. U-Ursa-ⅿનշᒫৰቑ A decades-long Nälkän Insurgency ravaged the Phoenician Commonwealth in the mid-20th century. Most publicly available texts released or published prior to SCP-6146 accession have been reprinted in Standard Phoenician. These reprints universally lack Adytite loanwords common in recovered older texts. U-Chamomile-עማ๑ZऔG Following centuries of tributaryship under the Later Daevon Khanate,7 the Tyrian-led Union of States is recorded to have created and maintained an exclusion zone around the former Daevite motherland. Notably, the disappearance of the Later Daevon Khanate coincides with the reality's first contact with SCP-6146. Local Phoenician languages exhibit characteristics of language planning, such as non-naturalistic lexical and grammatical changes. Incomplete historical documents infer the existence of a Phoenician-Daevite creole. No surviving records of such a language exist. U-Kraken-ᎼଡÌḥಳA Daevite subjugation of the Mediterranean directly caused the birth of the Carthaginian civilization as a refugee state in the Americas. The events preceding the "Liberation of the Old World" remain poorly documented. Two major Phoenician languages are documented in this reality, a Byblian dialect-based creole and a standardized Phoenician language enforced by the Daevite Imperium on the Phoenician homeland. The latter is considered extinct. A more comprehensive report is available upon request here. Despite the prevalence of a Daevite civilization in the histories of most SCP-6146 member realities, its lingering influences, primarily in linguistics, are unusually absent. This is most prominent in realities where Phoenician or Carthaginian populations were formerly under the governance or dominion of said Daevite civilization. ADDENDUM 6146.05: SCP-6146 INTELLIGENCE OVERVIEW Foundation spyware embedded in SCP-6146 access terminals have led to the retrieval of multiple classified documents of interest to the Foundation from their internal database. While the majority of these documents consist of independently sourced information pertaining to the Prime Universe and native political entities, including numerous Groups of Interest, there is an unusual frequency of documents concerning the Roman civilization.8 Excerpts from these documents have been attached below, translated from Standard Phoenician. After extensive study of World T-33-M-0's9 historical records, the primary aberration has been determined to be the existence of what is now referred to as Aberration-001, replacing former Aberration-001, "The Daeva". Research on Aberration-001 has been allocated top priority for Division-13 "Three Thousand Worlds". Currently, there is insufficient justification for the Assembly to consider a vote to expand Protocol Herem10 to Aberration-001. Colloquially known as "Rome", Aberration-001 was an ancient political entity centered in the Italian Peninsula. The only recorded instance on record, Aberration-001-1, subjugated most of Europe, North Africa, and Western Asia within 500 years. While it is known that this feat was only possible with the assistance of anomalies,11 it is unclear why contemporary civilizations, such as Carthage, did not utilize or create the anomalies necessary to halt the expansion of Rome, as was successfully accomplished in most known worlds. It remains possible that Aberration-001 is also the product of an anomaly like ASR-0410, although this is not confirmed. Despite the final dissolution of Aberration-001 in the 23rd century EC,12 its influence has survived well into the modern era of this world, and remains prominent in its languages, architecture, and forms of government. The exact nature of Aberration-001 and associated influences remain under close study. Agents should prioritize examination of the following cities and artifacts where possible during their assigned visitation period as per the Treaty of Agadir. Refer to Doc-CSE-264 for further instruction. CITIES Alexandria, United Arab Republic Baghdad, United Arab Republic Carthage, Tunis Kyiv, Ruthenian Republic Konstantinoupolis, Hellenic Republic London, Kingdom of England Rome, Italian Republic Samarkand, Emirate of Bukhara ANOMALIES DZN-1492 CIM-3152 AKT-3183 AZH-4535 FHB-5281 DNM-6942 MVR-7026 CBK-8142 Should Aberration-001-1 prove to be one of comparable or greater malevolence than former Abberation-001, "The Daeva", Protocol Herem will automatically be expanded to include all instances of Aberration-001 "Rome". The methods by which SCP-6146 has gained knowledge of anomalies under Foundation containment are currently unknown, as no provision for knowledge transfer or sharing regarding recorded anomalies exists in the Treaty of Agadir.13 Additionally, while multiple anomalies known to have been created or used by the Roman Empire are contained in the cities listed above, neither Samarkand nor Kyiv have been known to ever be part of the Roman Empire. Investigations into potential anomalies within these two locations are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Exoversal Site denotes any Foundation Site located outside the Prime Universe. 2. U-Valencia-ดვዓᚗᕤ-D previously underwent a GK-Class "Mass Ossification" Scenario leading to the extinction of its native population prior to its discovery by the Department of Extraversal Affairs, but is currently considered safe to visit. 3. Security personnel were unable to locate any such pocket during their initial body search. 4. Phoenicians are considered to be part of the Canaanite, which is used as a general term for ancient Semitic-speaking peoples living in the Southern Levant. 5. With the exception of Standard Phoenician translation efforts, which was improved further following input from the SCP-6146 members, allowing for more accurate sentence parsing. 6. Defined as the adoption of Phoenician culture and language, or influences thereof, by non-Phoenician groups. 7. A third-generation successor state of the original Daevite Khanate, and was primarily led by Khitans instead of Daevites, albeit being heavily influenced by the latter. 8. Inclusive of both the Roman Republic and Roman Empire. 9. Understood to be SCP-6146's designation for the Prime Universe. 10. Directly correlates to the Hebrew "חרם" (ḥērem), interpreted as a ban, excommunication, or annihilation. 11. The veracity of this statement is currently under investigation. 12. Literally "Era of Carthage", the official calendar era used by SCP-6146. This instance denotes the 15th century CE, most likely referring to the dissolution of the Eastern Roman Empire during the Thirteenth Crusade. 13. Such actions by SCP-6146, as well as covert actions taken against it by the Foundation, are not technically in violation of the Treaty. FOUNDATION mobile access terminal > ENTER LOGIN CREDENTIALS: ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6146" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6146. Licensed under CC-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-6146 | uncontained | . close Info X SCP-6146: Sic Semper Cartago Team Xenophania's third entry in DEPARTMENT-CON 2022. Written by Aftokrator More by this author ITEM #: 6146 CONTAINMENT CLASS: Uncontained SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All communications and meetings with SCP-6146, diplomatic or otherwise, are to be conducted at Exoversal Site-10.1 Any attempts by individual members of SCP-6146 to transport into the Prime Universe outside visitation periods as detailed in the Treaty of Agadir are to be intercepted either by Exoversal Site-10 or Station Alpha as appropriate. All references to SCP-6146 in documents with Clearance Level 2 and below are to utilize its former designation, GoI Ev-6146. Personnel are encouraged to refer to SCP-6146 by its common name in the presence of its members. + Access Archived Containment Procedures - Hide Archived Containment Procedures ARCHIVED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Members of SCP-6146 currently under Foundation custody are to be considered diplomatic personnel and treated as such. They are to remain at Exoversal Site-10 and be dissuaded from attempting to travel to the Prime Universe until the finalization of Project Phoinaissance. Gag orders have been issued to Foundation personnel at Exoversal Site-10, as per Project Phoinaissance. Under no circumstance are members of SCP-6146 to be made aware of the history of the Phoenician and Carthaginian civilizations of the Prime Universe. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6146 refers to an exoversal intergovernmental organization, formerly designated GoI Ev-6146, identified as the Grand Marzeh and numbering an estimated 600 member realities. The thauma-technological prowess of SCP-6146 vary between member realities, with some only recently acquiring extraversal transportation capabilities while others are centuries-old multiversal empires armed with multiple eigenweapons. It is understood that knowledge sharing efforts have been implemented to alleviate this disproportion. SCP-6146 member realities are universally more thaumaturgically advanced than the Prime Universe. For this reason, and the possibility of a Broken Masquerade Scenario occurring in the event of hostile action taken by SCP-6146 against the Prime Universe, the Department of Extraversal Affairs has deemed it appropriate to designate GoI Ev-6146 as an SCP, and has opted to pursue amiable diplomatic relations with SCP-6146 until further notice. HISTORICAL CONTEXT: Phoenicia Carthage Historical distribution of the Phoenician language. Phoenicia was an ancient civilization originating from the Levant, formed of multiple politically-independent city-states such as Byblos, Tyre, and Sidon. Due to its geographical location, Phoenicia fell under the spheres of multiple competing Bronze Age civilizations, and so changed overlords several times until the Late Bronze Age collapse. Exploiting the power vacuum left behind by declining Bronze Age civilizations, Phoenicia was able to become the foremost maritime and mercantile power in the Iron Age Mediterranean. Despite lacking full independence in the previous stage of their history, Phoenician city-states were already well-developed and rich off of bronze-making and being the primary termini for trade within the region. Phoenician colonies were eventually established across the Mediterranean, some surviving to this day as prominent coastal towns and cities. One such colony eventually gave rise to the Carthaginian civilization, a major Mediterranean power in its own right. At the height of their civilization, Phoenicia stretched from the Iberian Peninsula to the Levant, while their trade networks facilitated the exchange of knowledge and culture across the Mediterranean and Near East. Ultimately, the Phoenician city-states reverted back to existing as autonomous polities within larger empires, until the dissolution of any and all autonomy under the Roman Empire in the 1st century BCE. Over time, Phoenician culture faded into extinction, while any possible successor states were assimilated into the surrounding cultures or empires of their respective locations. Marble bust of Carthaginian general and statesman Hannibal Barca. Carthage was an ancient city-state and later empire located in modern Tunisia. It was settled around 814 BCE by Tyrian colonists, achieving independence about a century later following the conquest of the Phoenician homeland by neighboring powers. In the subsequent centuries, Carthage developed trade networks and colonies of their own in the Western Mediterranean, as well as its own distinct cultural identity, having been influenced by local cultures in North Africa and beyond. Carthage is perhaps most famously known for being a major competitor to the Roman Republic, with which it fought the Punic Wars. Over the course of these wars, Carthage gradually declined in power and influence, ultimately having most of its possessions annexed into the growing Roman Republic. Contrary to popular belief, there is little contemporary evidence to confirm the rumor that Roman general Scipio Aemilianus salted the fields of the city of Carthage to prevent the local peoples from rebuilding. The city itself remained a major Roman city until its final destruction in 698 CE by the Umayyad Caliphate. ADDENDUM 6146.01: INITIAL CONTACT On 15/03/2023, Exoversal Site-10 was breached by a group of 4 unidentified and unarmed individuals, who surrendered and were subsequently detained on-site. Multiple devices were confiscated, some of which were advanced interversal transporters comparable to Foundation paratechnology. None of the individuals spoke languages known to on-site personnel at the time, hindering communication efforts. Eventually, two of these individuals were identified to be capable of communicating in some variant of Anglo-Saxon, in which interviews were held in to ascertain the group's intentions. Foreword: Interview was held primarily in Anglo-Saxon, however portions of the interview do not correspond to any known reconstructions of the language. Rough interpretations of these portions have been highlighted. «BEGIN LOG» LANGFORD: Alright, let's get started. Please state your name for the record. KADMOS: I am Kadmos of House Barca. LANGFORD: Barca? You are related to Hannibal Barca? KADMOS: Yes. It is good that you know of him. I am one of his direct descendants. LANGFORD: I see. What is the purpose for your visit here? KADMOS: I am but a [translator] for the [organization] called the [Grand Marzeh]. We have already confirmed your [world crossing] capabilities, and as such we have come to your [world] to establish diplomatic relations with our brethren here. On behalf of our organization, I [demand] that you release my comrades from [bondage] and deliver us to our kin. LANGFORD: Your comrades will be released in due time, that I can assure you of. Speaking of which, what is that language you speak among your comrades? KADMOS: [Standardized Phoenician]. There were many differences and dialects between our [worlds], so we developed a common tongue for [ease]. LANGFORD: Interesting. What about the language we are using right now? KADMOS: Do you have a map? [An unmarked map of the world is displayed on the interrogation room monitor. Kadmos points towards the British Isles.] KADMOS: The language we speak in now is a dead one in my [world]. It is what the [sons] of this island spoke centuries ago. You may or may not know it by its [root name], [English]. LANGFORD: I certainly do, but why do you use it instead of, uh, Standardized… Phoenician? KADMOS: Good try there. Some of the [worlds] we encounter are incredibly different from those we have known. Some were [ruled] by [English] speakers, others were [ruled] by speakers of languages from here, here, even here. [Kadmos points to southern India, the Arabian Peninsula, and the Hawaiian Islands.] KADMOS: Not all of these [worlds] have treated my brethren well. So, we utilize old languages that are likely to have [children] that [rule] the [world] to make contact. Like now, we are received not by our brethren, but those who require dead languages to speak. LANGFORD: I see. If I may ask, what happens to [worlds] in which your brethren no longer walk the Earth? KADMOS: Then it is a great tragedy. Where our brethren fall, we offer [prayer]. Where [Phoenician] blood is spilt, we offer [justice]. We seek to understand the history and context of such [regrettable] events, and [act] accordingly. LANGFORD: What would entail such action? KADMOS: The [Grand Marzeh] has approved of [opening] the [world] for our brethren to offer [prayer] and [justice] in the past. We will do so once more if the need arises. LANGFORD: Thank you for your cooperation, Kadmos. «END LOG» Follow-up interviews provided the Foundation with greater insight into the military strength and extent of influence wielded by SCP-6146, as well as the prevalence of realities in which SCP-6146 operates both within and without their respective Veils. All present members of SCP-6146 were later transferred from standard holding cells to guest rooms at Exoversal Site-10 and permitted limited access to the Site's amenities. Internal Meeting — Exoversal Site-10, Conference Room 2A > RECORDING STARTED < LANGFORD Well. This has been quite the day. ARCE I've looked over the interview transcripts, and I can't say I'm too fond of their tone. We should move to classify this, "Grand Marzeh" as a hostile exoversal Group of Interest immediately. LANGFORD Let us not be too hasty here. There could easily be important context lost in translation on our end, and I'm not entirely confident that their command of dead languages is concrete either. ARCE Are you hearing yourself right now? One of the statements made during those interviews was, and I quote: "Where Phoenician blood is spilt, we offer justice." LANGFORD I can see where you're coming from, but the last thing we both want is for conflict to blow up from a misunderstanding or mistranslation. Hell, we don't even know their "justice" entails. Anyway, how goes the analysis of their Standardized Phoenician, Anton? SIEGEL We're still cross-referencing with our records, but we're pretty sure that 'Standard Phoenician' is their analogue of Esperanto. It's a constructed language, mostly derived from the Tyrian dialect but with Punic scattered about here and there. The Linguistics Division AICs should be done with lexicographing the language within the next 36 hours or so. LANGFORD That makes sense, what with Phoenicia historically being a bunch of city states with their own dialects. I wonder what their ancestors did right to give rise to all this? SAMARA We're inferring that at some point in the history of their home realities, a major political event divided the Phoenician city states from the other Canaanites enough that a distinct identity could take root, much like how the Greeks in the Prime Universe coalesced in the wake of their wars with Persia. That being said, any reality with a point of divergence that far back would be terribly tedious to reach, even with our latest paratech. Just how advanced does that make them, then? LANGFORD Not that much more than us, apparently. One of our techs took a crack at their transports earlier, they weren't that different from ours conceptually. I'd be inclined to say that these folks are seasoned interversal travelers. SIEGEL Speaking of Punic, it would appear that a notable portion of GoI Ev-6146 is comprised of Carthaginians or those hailing from Carthaginian successor states. I can't remember how many times I've heard the words "Barca" or "Hannibal" today. LANGFORD Huh. I guess by technicality, Carthage can be considered part of any Phoenician group. What I'm concerned about is how militaristic that makes GoI Ev-6146. The Phoenicians were peaceful traders and shipbuilders, but with Carthaginian traditions in the mix… We might be dealing with an organization that far outclasses us in firepower. ARCE Nice! So when can we expect an invasion of Italy by exoversal Carthaginians? SIEGEL Jean, for the love of god— LANGFORD Look, we don't know that. Right now, our best bet is to keep these diplomats comfortable and under our custody. We have recordings of their conversations but until we can figure out how to translate those properly, well, we'll just have to make sure they don't figure out that we don't actually have a Phoenicia or Carthage for them to visit. ARCE At this rate, it's not going to end when those diplomats leave. Sure, we can deceive them all we want but at the end of the day, it just means that they know we're hiding something from them. We can't even amnesticize them without the possibility of arousing suspicion from SCP-6146. Sooner or later their ships are gonna come knocking to do some coercive diplomacy. SAMARA They're right, you know. We can't keep something like this going indefinitely. Something's gotta give. LANGFORD Could we perhaps lead them to a reality with a sizable Phoenician or Carthaginian presence, introduce it as the Prime Universe, and then convince them that 'our' Carthage wants nothing to do with them? SIEGEL No dice. None of the realities nearby fit that particular bill, and any that do are probably too far away for us to give us reasonable verisimilitude. Although, I do have another idea. Are you all familiar with the concept of a Potemkin village? > RECORDING ENDED < ADDENDUM 6146.02: PROJECT PHOINAISSANCE OVERVIEW The Presidential Palace prior to deep cleaning. Note the build-up of dust coating the structure. Proposed by Dr. Anton Siegel as a measure to deter further investigation of the Prime Universe by SCP-6146, Project Phoinaissance would effectively recreate Carthage as a puppet state under Foundation control to serve as a proxy for diplomacy with SCP-6146. The government of this constructed Carthage would be instructed to respectfully decline the offer for membership in SCP-6146 on grounds of isolationist policy, eliminating the possibility of confrontation over the absence of any actual Phoenician or Carthaginian presence in the Prime Universe. Border reality U-Valencia-ดვዓᚗᕤ-D, which hosts Exoversal Site-10, was chosen as the location for the creation of a faux capital, centered at the approximate location of the modern city of Carthage. This was primarily due to the existence of infrastructure, albeit abandoned, and the absence of a living population within the area.2 Following a sanitation regime, D-class personnel dressed in plainclothes would be utilized to simulate a living population within the immediate vicinity of the official residence of U-Valencia-ดვዓᚗᕤ-D's former Tunisian government, designated as the Presidential Palace. Loudspeakers placed throughout the city would loudly play traffic and construction work noises to further improve the illusion of the city actually being inhabited. Personnel selected to act as government officials of Carthage would be administered engineered meme complexes to attain fluency in a modified version of Standard Phoenician to emulate a localized language, in addition to the creation of a false history of the constructed Carthage. Recognizing the value in such an undertaking for any future interactions with SCP-6146, Project Phoinaissance was approved by the OV Council on the condition that the Department of Extraversal Affairs would finance the project themselves. Project Phoinaissance took a total of 54 hours to complete, largely owing to the difficulty in cleaning up the remnants of the previous population, which have since been transferred into the custody of the Department of Acroamatic Abatement. In this time, Foundation AICs also completed the compilation of a Standard Phoenician dictionary, allowing for sufficiently accurate real-time translation while using any standard issue BF-42 Personal Translation Device. SCP-6146 members in Foundation custody were later informed that the faux Carthaginian government had not only received their requests, but also invited them to to visit the Presidential Palace for further dialogue and a formal dinner. Shortly after they accepted, they were transported to the restored Presidential Palace by helicopter from Exoversal Site-10. The SCP-6146 members were received by an Agent Hassan, masquerading as President Calanico at the Presidential Palace, accompanied by a security detail derived from Exoversal Site-10's task forces. Cmd. Acre and Drs. Langford, Samara, and Siegel were also present, monitoring the SCP-6146 members from the security room. Video Log — Presidential Palace, Dining Hall > RECORDING STARTED < CALANICO Thank you for accepting our invitation to dinner, ladies and gentlemen. The SCP-6146 members are visibly impressed by the opulence of the dining hall and the Presidential Palace as a whole. PUMYATAN The pleasure is ours, Mr. President. CALANICO I think I speak for my colleagues when I say that our response to your arrival was slower than expected. For that, we would like to apologize. PUMYATAN We understand the incredible circumstances your government has found itself in upon our arrival. Even an eagle must wait for the mice to rise before it can hunt. Consider it forgiven. CALANICO Q-quite so. To suddenly discover that we are not alone in this wide universe… Now, you must be famished, having come such a long way. President Calanico snaps his fingers. Several plates of chickpea chorizo stew are brought out to the table by a group of waiters. CALANICO Please, help yourselves. It is my favorite dish. 30 minutes of extraneous conversation regarding the fabricated history and geopolitical situation of the faux Carthage have been removed for brevity. AGENNOR That was quite delicious. My compliments to the chef. CALANICO Glad you enjoyed it, Mr. Agennor. KADMOS You know, I am curious. I understand that your government operates mostly outside your Veil, however I can't help but feel that there was more to this delayed welcome than you've let us on. It took 3 whole days just to have our request received, let alone be invited here for dinner. CALANICO But of course. I'm sure you know how complicated protocols can be sometimes, especially when working with the Foundation. I wouldn't want to bore my guests over the minutiae of our bureaucratic workings. KADMOS Certainly. However, unlike this country, we weren't born yesterday. President Calanico chokes on a piece of chorizo in surprise, quickly washing it down with a swig of water. CALANICO I'm not sure I follow..? PUMYATAN You can drop the act now, Mr. President. My colleagues and I have already gleaned what we need to know about our brethren in this world. CALANICO Sorry, I don't believe I fully understand what you're talking about here. We literally just talked about the history of my country. ALEP Your country? Really? Not to be snakes before a nest, but do we really have to explain ourselves here? We know that all this is merely a fabrication, and that you've been keeping tabs on us and our conversations ever since we arrived. Alep turns to look directly at a surveillance recorder hidden in a fresco on a nearby wall before waving at it. ALEP The fact we're having this conversation right now means know our language, albeit this world's Phoenician seems slightly more different than what we're used to. Alas, this is far from the first time that a ruse like this was pulled on us, although I must say none have been this blinding. CALANICO Blinding? What are yo— ALEP I mean, really. At this point you're just leaving the coop open. Regardless, I think this has gone on for long enough. Alep retrieves a small device from one of her pockets3 and begins fiddling with it. CALANICO What are you doing? ALEP Placing an order for the crucifix and nails. Alep's statement is interpreted as her preparing to request reinforcements from SCP-6146. Orders to incapacitate the SCP-6146 non-lethally are relayed via earpiece. Multiple bodyguards reach for their taser holsters. KADMOS I don't think so. Kadmos snaps his fingers. Every person in the room carrying a gun on their person, including President Calanico, is abruptly encased in a block of translucent material resembling ice. KADMOS There's a lot more where that came fro— Whoops. The only people in the dining hall that are not currently incapacitated are the 4 SCP-6146 members, who remain seated at the table. Agennor and Kadmos whisper to each other loudly. AGENNOR That wasn't all of them, right? KADMOS How was I supposed to know they all had guns on them? A television screen in the dining hall starts up, revealing Drs. Langford, Samara, and Siegel in the security room. LANGFORD Uh, hello? Are we visibl— Yep, OK, we're good. Umm. Since you've incapacitated everyone else in the room, we'll talk things out with you on their behalf. PUMYATAN You just tried to kill us, and you still want to talk? ACRE Look, we weren't going to kill you, we were just going to incapacitate you. Big difference. Kadmos inspects one of the encased personnel, who was frozen mid-stride with taser in hand. He turns and nods at Pumyatan after confirming this. PUMYATAN That doesn't make it any better a way to serve guests. There's a very simple way to resolve this. Take us to where our brethren are held in your world. LANGFORD Sorry, wait— That's it? Isn't this the part where you issue a declaration of war or something? Or did we not translate that part right? AGENNOR Oh no, we do issue those, but you must understand that our organization is one that bares no lies to the baker. We intend to understand the context behind what you've done to our brethren in your world before summary judgement can be carried out. SAMARA And if we refuse? AGENNOR That's that, then. Either you return us our transporters and let us be on our way, or we will simply wait here until our allocated dispatch period elapses, after which the Grand Marzeh will come knocking with a task force or two to collect us. As of right now, we have about… 4 days left. Of course, we can always accelerate that, as Alep was about to do. ALEP Our task forces, they're quite efficient, you know. One time Pumyatan here got stuck in a world controlled by a eugenicist world order that was convinced that Canaanites4 were universally impure. Task force got her out of there in less than an hour, and then one of our fleets handled the rest. SAMARA God, that sounds horrible. PUMYATAN It's how I lost this eye, you know. LANGFORD What would 'handle the rest' entail here, if I may ask? KADMOS Subjugation and reorganization as a frontier world. I think you might have a rough idea about what exactly that entails. PUMYATAN On that note, it would be wise to accept our requests while we're all still being reasonable about it. Silence for 6 seconds, broken by Dr. Siegel sighing and standing from his chair. SIEGEL Very well. Shall we depart now, then? AGENNOR And leave all this food untouched? Surely your world isn't that barbaric. > RECORDING ENDED < Following this exchange, Project Phoinaissance was suspended indefinitely,5 while Station Alpha approved the translocation of the aforementioned group to the Prime Universe as part of a diplomatic entourage. The entourage, dressed in plainclothes, visited multiple Phoenician and Carthaginian archaeological sites and museums in Tunis, the United Arab Republic, and the US states of Jerusalem and Lebanon over the course of the next few days. FOREWORD: The following log was recorded shortly before the scheduled departure of the 4 SCP-6146 members within the premises of Syed's Coffee and Pastry, a Foundation front company located in Jaffa, Jerusalem. «BEGIN LOG» [Alep and Kadmos sit at a table with Cmd. Acre and Drs. Langford, Samara, and Siegel. Empty coffee cups and plates are present. Pumyatan and Agennor sit at a nearby table, helping the latter pack souvenirs into a portable subspace anomaly.] SIEGEL: Out of curiosity, back at the dinner, what gave us away? ALEP: Well there were those hidden recorders. You never bothered to apply concealment sigils so it's not that hard for a thaumaturge to take notice. SIEGEL: We didn't know you were thaumaturges then. Anything else? KADMOS: You mean, what else other than your horrendous rendering of Standard Phoenician? All we had to do was throw a few idioms out to make your "President" lose the plot. SIEGEL: You wound me, Mr. Kadmos. Machine translation has its limitations, and we don't have a lot left of the source to work with in this reality. KADMOS: Indeed. I would recommend you work on improving it post-haste, because what you have now is downright unmentionable, if not illegal. [Alep and Kadmos share a chuckle, while the others laugh nervously in confusion at the presumed joke.] KADMOS: Honestly, I think I might have preferred our brethren here be alive but imprisoned instead of being dust in the earth. ALEP: Mhmm. I must admit that this is the first time I've seen a world like yours. I always knew in the back of my mind that out there, there would be worlds where we simply fade into the annals of history. I just didn't think we'd come across one so soon. LANGFORD: What's the end goal here, though? Seems illogical for the Grand Marzeh to send its members out to explore instead of drones. ALEP: It's a long story. [Dr. Langford glances at his wristwatch.] LANGFORD: One which we still have time for, by the looks of things. ALEP: So it is. Before the Grand Marzeh was formed, our predecessor organizations were content with exploring the multiverse at our respective paces, occasionally visiting each other to exchange pleasantries. It was quite peaceful. You can imagine how shocked we were when we first found a world without a Phoenicia to greet us. Millions murdered within the span of 3 years. They were avenged, of course. That was all we could really do. ACRE: You have our condolences. ALEP: Much appreciated. The Grand Marzeh came into existence shortly after this discovery, with the prime directive being the protection of our brethren across the multiverse. We took a more proactive stance, sending delegations — such as my group — to seek out worlds with brethren that may require our help. SAMARA: Wait so the Grand Marzeh's goals are to search, contact, and protect vulnerable Phoenician populations? KADMOS: Well there are exceptions where we've assisted non-Phoenician populations in similar dispositions, but when you put it that way… I suppose it is. [Drs. Langford and Siegel groan while Cmd. Acre suppresses a chortle.] ACRE: So let me get this straight, you thought that we were, what, genocide perpetrators or collaborationists? KADMOS: Something like that. We were certain that your organization was aware of some manner of atrocity committed to our brethren here, but we weren't sure how involved it was. LANGFORD: Well this certainly explains your apprehensiveness when you first arrived. ALEP: No, actually, that was from you detaining us and confiscating our communicators. Pumyatan thought we arrived in another police state. ACRE: Ah. Sorry about that. KADMOS: It is forgiven. I can only hope the worlds after this are more welcoming. SIEGEL: About that. Most realities from here on out will probably have some variant of our organization. I'll send out a notification about your group's activities on this side of the multiverse, but do be careful. KADMOS: You have our gratitude. Then again, I'm doubtful that things will change much. [Pumyatan presents Agennor with a signed poster of WWE CEO Vince McMahon. The latter audibly gasps in surprise as he examines the appearance of his Prime Universe counterpart.] KADMOS: Pumyatan picked that one up in Beirut, I think. I swear, I have never seen him clean-shaven like that before this. It's uncanny. SIEGEL: I know right? You have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face when I interviewed him. [An alert sounds from one of Kadmos's pockets. Pumyatan and Agennor approach the table.] KADMOS: That's our cue. SAMARA: Put in a good word for us when you get back, will you? PUMYATAN: We certainly will, Ms. Samara. [The 4 SCP-6146 members activate their transporters simultaneously, disappearing in an optical redshift.] «END LOG» ADDENDUM 6146.03: FURTHER SCP-6146 INTERACTION Several weeks after the above events, Station Alpha received a transmission from SCP-6146, requesting for further talks with the SCP Foundation at a location of the latter's choice. Accepting the request, the Foundation sent a diplomatic mission to U-August-గѳᖈޓẩQ, a SCP-6146 member reality. Following an initial exchange of pleasantries and a tour of sites of interest in U-August-గѳᖈޓẩQ, the leadership of SCP-6146 announced its decision that no single entity nor party was wholly responsible for the absence of a modern Phoenician or Carthaginian civilization in the Prime Universe, overturning any possibility of its subjugation. To formalize this, the Treaty of Agadir was signed between the SCP Foundation and SCP-6146. The treaty also provided a framework to permit individual SCP-6146 members ingress to the Prime Universe, primarily to visit Phoenician and/or Carthaginian sites and museums to pay tribute or respects. With the development of exchange programs and minor Foundation participation in SCP-6146 social events, interorganizational relations with SCP-6146 have improved to be within acceptable parameters. ADDENDUM 6146.04: STUDY OF SCP-6146 MEMBER REALITIES In tandem with the diplomatic mission to U-August-గѳᖈޓẩQ, Foundation personnel conducted studies on the local history of the reality prior to its accession to SCP-6146, as well as differences between Standard Phoenician and the local Phoenician/Punic-derived languages. Such studies were also repeated on other SCP-6146 member realities, with emphasis on realities in which the Foundation has ongoing exchange programs. In almost all SCP-6146 member realities, Phoenician and/or Carthaginian successor states were found to have come into contact with some variant of the Daevite Empire, typically precipitating conflict. As such, the relationship between any Daevite and Phoenician or Carthaginian polities has been used as a standard for a rough comparison of the histories of these realities. Reality Designation Historical Overview Non-standardized Linguistic Differences U-Foehn-߆ხᚏDᅛ᧱ Carthaginian hegemony was threatened by the Daevite Empire, in a manner not unlike the Mongol Empire of the Prime Universe, until its fragmentation in the 16th century. Variations between native Punic language and Standard Phoenician are negligible. However, multiple other native languages are speculated to have been Phoenicianized,6 primarily those spoken by populations on the periphery of the former Daevite Empire. U-Ursa-ⅿનշᒫৰቑ A decades-long Nälkän Insurgency ravaged the Phoenician Commonwealth in the mid-20th century. Most publicly available texts released or published prior to SCP-6146 accession have been reprinted in Standard Phoenician. These reprints universally lack Adytite loanwords common in recovered older texts. U-Chamomile-עማ๑ZऔG Following centuries of tributaryship under the Later Daevon Khanate,7 the Tyrian-led Union of States is recorded to have created and maintained an exclusion zone around the former Daevite motherland. Notably, the disappearance of the Later Daevon Khanate coincides with the reality's first contact with SCP-6146. Local Phoenician languages exhibit characteristics of language planning, such as non-naturalistic lexical and grammatical changes. Incomplete historical documents infer the existence of a Phoenician-Daevite creole. No surviving records of such a language exist. U-Kraken-ᎼଡÌḥಳA Daevite subjugation of the Mediterranean directly caused the birth of the Carthaginian civilization as a refugee state in the Americas. The events preceding the "Liberation of the Old World" remain poorly documented. Two major Phoenician languages are documented in this reality, a Byblian dialect-based creole and a standardized Phoenician language enforced by the Daevite Imperium on the Phoenician homeland. The latter is considered extinct. A more comprehensive report is available upon request here. Despite the prevalence of a Daevite civilization in the histories of most SCP-6146 member realities, its lingering influences, primarily in linguistics, are unusually absent. This is most prominent in realities where Phoenician or Carthaginian populations were formerly under the governance or dominion of said Daevite civilization. ADDENDUM 6146.05: SCP-6146 INTELLIGENCE OVERVIEW Foundation spyware embedded in SCP-6146 access terminals have led to the retrieval of multiple classified documents of interest to the Foundation from their internal database. While the majority of these documents consist of independently sourced information pertaining to the Prime Universe and native political entities, including numerous Groups of Interest, there is an unusual frequency of documents concerning the Roman civilization.8 Excerpts from these documents have been attached below, translated from Standard Phoenician. After extensive study of World T-33-M-0's9 historical records, the primary aberration has been determined to be the existence of what is now referred to as Aberration-001, replacing former Aberration-001, "The Daeva". Research on Aberration-001 has been allocated top priority for Division-13 "Three Thousand Worlds". Currently, there is insufficient justification for the Assembly to consider a vote to expand Protocol Herem10 to Aberration-001. Colloquially known as "Rome", Aberration-001 was an ancient political entity centered in the Italian Peninsula. The only recorded instance on record, Aberration-001-1, subjugated most of Europe, North Africa, and Western Asia within 500 years. While it is known that this feat was only possible with the assistance of anomalies,11 it is unclear why contemporary civilizations, such as Carthage, did not utilize or create the anomalies necessary to halt the expansion of Rome, as was successfully accomplished in most known worlds. It remains possible that Aberration-001 is also the product of an anomaly like ASR-0410, although this is not confirmed. Despite the final dissolution of Aberration-001 in the 23rd century EC,12 its influence has survived well into the modern era of this world, and remains prominent in its languages, architecture, and forms of government. The exact nature of Aberration-001 and associated influences remain under close study. Agents should prioritize examination of the following cities and artifacts where possible during their assigned visitation period as per the Treaty of Agadir. Refer to Doc-CSE-264 for further instruction. CITIES Alexandria, United Arab Republic Baghdad, United Arab Republic Carthage, Tunis Kyiv, Ruthenian Republic Konstantinoupolis, Hellenic Republic London, Kingdom of England Rome, Italian Republic Samarkand, Emirate of Bukhara ANOMALIES DZN-1492 CIM-3152 AKT-3183 AZH-4535 FHB-5281 DNM-6942 MVR-7026 CBK-8142 Should Aberration-001-1 prove to be one of comparable or greater malevolence than former Abberation-001, "The Daeva", Protocol Herem will automatically be expanded to include all instances of Aberration-001 "Rome". The methods by which SCP-6146 has gained knowledge of anomalies under Foundation containment are currently unknown, as no provision for knowledge transfer or sharing regarding recorded anomalies exists in the Treaty of Agadir.13 Additionally, while multiple anomalies known to have been created or used by the Roman Empire are contained in the cities listed above, neither Samarkand nor Kyiv have been known to ever be part of the Roman Empire. Investigations into potential anomalies within these two locations are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Exoversal Site denotes any Foundation Site located outside the Prime Universe. 2. U-Valencia-ดვዓᚗᕤ-D previously underwent a GK-Class "Mass Ossification" Scenario leading to the extinction of its native population prior to its discovery by the Department of Extraversal Affairs, but is currently considered safe to visit. 3. Security personnel were unable to locate any such pocket during their initial body search. 4. Phoenicians are considered to be part of the Canaanite, which is used as a general term for ancient Semitic-speaking peoples living in the Southern Levant. 5. With the exception of Standard Phoenician translation efforts, which was improved further following input from the SCP-6146 members, allowing for more accurate sentence parsing. 6. Defined as the adoption of Phoenician culture and language, or influences thereof, by non-Phoenician groups. 7. A third-generation successor state of the original Daevite Khanate, and was primarily led by Khitans instead of Daevites, albeit being heavily influenced by the latter. 8. Inclusive of both the Roman Republic and Roman Empire. 9. Understood to be SCP-6146's designation for the Prime Universe. 10. Directly correlates to the Hebrew "חרם" (ḥērem), interpreted as a ban, excommunication, or annihilation. 11. The veracity of this statement is currently under investigation. 12. Literally "Era of Carthage", the official calendar era used by SCP-6146. This instance denotes the 15th century CE, most likely referring to the dissolution of the Eastern Roman Empire during the Thirteenth Crusade. 13. Such actions by SCP-6146, as well as covert actions taken against it by the Foundation, are not technically in violation of the Treaty. FOUNDATION mobile access terminal > ENTER LOGIN CREDENTIALS: ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6146" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6146. Licensed under CC-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-6147 | thaumiel | To: Cindy Jeon From: Salvador Marcos Subject: Update to SCP-6147 Hey, I know you're still suspended, but I just wanted to let you know that they approved it. I know you won't get any credit for the proposal, but thanks to you a lot of people are going to get an opportunity they never would have had otherwise. I also wanted to message you because I realized I never actually offered my condolences for what happened. I was too caught up in the moment and focusing on all the wrong things. Just let me know if there is anything I can do. Accessing File. . . . Item#: 6147 Level3 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Access to the instructions for SCP-6147 is restricted to personnel with Level 4/6147 clearance. Under no circumstances should SCP-6147 be performed without the supervision of a qualified member of the Department of Applied Thaumaturgy. The use of SCP-6147 in standard Foundation operations has been approved. All personnel who wish to use SCP-6147 for an ongoing operation must submit a request form to the appropriate Ethics Committee board.1 Requests will be reviewed to determine if the suggested usage of SCP-6147 will in some way further the Foundation's mission and that it will uphold all ethical precedents previously established by said subcommittee. In time sensitive cases, approval from three Level 4 Personnel is sufficient to waive the review process. Update (06/30/2021): SCP-6147 has been approved for personal usage. Any personnel who wish to use SCP-6147 for personal reasons must receive approval from each of the following: Their immediate supervisor Their site's designated Ethics Committee liaison Their Foundation assigned psychologist Description: SCP-6147 is a thaumaturgic ritual that allows the performer to access the memories of any deceased individual of their choosing (hereafter referred to as the target). Testing has confirmed that information recovered through SCP-6147 is an accurate representation of the target's memories. SCP-6147 has no effect if the chosen target is still alive. Following proper execution of the ritual, the performer will enter a trance-like state, which they may freely exit from at any time of their choosing. While in this state, the performer will experience a wide variety of sensory phenomena directly corresponding to the target's memories; the experience is most consistently compared to dreaming. The performer is able to control what memories they are perceiving, but the memories themselves are fixed and cannot be altered by the actions of the performer. Notably, in addition to the external sensory information the performer perceives (e.g. sights, sounds, etc.), they perceive additional auditory information believed to represent the target's private thoughts from the particular memory. Effective use of SCP-6147 is time-sensitive, as certain memories will deteriorate following the target's passing. Memories associated with general trivia or specific details, such as dates and locations of events, will become irretrievable almost immediately. Broader information concerning the target's life, such as their daily routine or autobiographical info, begins to deteriorate after several months. Thus far, the only memories found to be immune to this degradation are idealized depictions of moments the target deemed to be of great personal importance, and those memories associated with the target's feelings towards significant figures in their life. Addendum 6147-1: Discovery Following negotiations with GoI-5917 ("The Wandsmen") a limited intelligence-sharing initiative was instituted.2 The instructions for performing SCP-6147 were offered as a part of this treaty. The following is a discussion on the nature of SCP-6147. + Access Interview Log Close File Interviewer: Dr. Cindy Jeon Interviewed: The Second Wandswoman of Torrauxia Foreword: Researcher Cindy Jeon, a member of the Department of Applied Thaumaturgy, was assigned to interview a liaison from The Wandsmen in order to ascertain the potential benefits and/or dangers of a thaumaturgic ritual the group had shared with the Foundation. This interview was conducted on 06/07/2021. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Jeon: So, are you partial to any names? Torrauxia-2: Well, my official title is the Second Wandswoman of Torrauxia, Surveyor of Ways. However, it is customary to simply refer to those in our order by their locale of origin and number. So Torrauxia-2 will suffice. Dr. Jeon: Well, Torrauxia-2, you may refer to me as Dr. Jeon. Torrauxia-2: You seem to be quite proud of that title. Dr. Jeon: I had to face many obstacles to achieve it. Something I'm sure you can understand? Torrauxia-2: Ah, yes, apologies… I must admit, I'm used to being the one conducting the interview, which makes this experience quite unusual for me. Occupational hazard of a reporter I suppose. Dr. Jeon: It's really no problem at all. Now, we should get started. Torrauxia-2: Yes, of course. So, what would you like to know about the Ritual of Chrysalia?3 Dr. Jeon: Well, first off, I'd just like to say, this Ritual of Chrysalia seems— Torrauxia-2: Apologies for interrupting, but it's Chrysalia. I know it is rather pedantic of me to point out but your voice-color is far too dark. Dr. Jeon: … I've never heard the term voice-color before. I don't think it's something that exists in human speech. Torrauxia-2: Ah, well… you learn something new every day I suppose. Either way, please continue. Dr. Jeon: As I was saying, the ritual seems far too good to be true. It doesn't require nearly enough materials for it to summon anything. And I personally have a hard time imagining how it could retrieve accurate memories without summoning some past version of the target. Torrauxia-2: I too wondered how such a useful tool could be so simple when I first learned of it. You see, Chrysalia, though a brilliant thaumaturge, was a scientist above all else. Tell me, do you know of the noosphere?4 Dr. Jeon: The Foundation's done a fair amount of research into it. Torrauxia-2: Ah, well Chrysalia discovered that the noosphere holds onto the memories of those we have lost, much like the biosphere preserves and fossilizes the dead. While minor, inconsequential memories are lost quite quickly, those memories that make us who we are, well those are preserved indefinitely. Dr. Jeon: I have to say, that makes me quite curious how you and your colleagues use the ritual. When it was first described to me, I assumed it was closer to an archeological tool: something to gain information from those before your time. However, based on what you've said, it seems to be something more… personal. Torrauxia-2: You are correct. The ritual was never meant to reach into the far past. In truth, it has become something akin to an autopsy among our ranks, or perhaps more accurately, an organ donation. Our maps even hold special markings indicating if we agreed to the use of the ritual to recover our memories. It is… helpful when a loss is unexpected. It gives those who knew the departed a chance for closure they would not have otherwise had. Dr. Jeon: I… I can understand why you value the ritual so much. It feels rare to come across something so… kind-hearted in the world of thaumaturgy. Torrauxia-2: Yes… but still, I must warn you of one potential danger associated with the ritual. As with many sources of respite, she poses the threat of addiction. Chrysalia herself created it in the hopes of alleviating her grief over the loss of her child. She wished to return to those joyous days they spent together if only for a moment. However, what was meant to be a simple goodbye quickly became her sole occupation… I've seen far too many take continual advantage of the ritual in a vain attempt to escape grief. So, therefore, I urge you, and the rest of your Foundation, to use Chrysalia's creation with caution. It is a tool, not a solution. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Having studied a number of thaumaturgic rituals in the past, I can say with certainty that SCP-6147 is among the most cost-effective I've seen. Though its uses are limited, the simplicity of the ritual, along with the benefits of being able to recover information from agents lost in the field, or even GOI operatives, makes it an indispensable asset to the Foundation. It is my professional opinion that SCP-6147 be implemented into standard Foundation operations effective immediately. - Dr. Cindy Jeon Addendum 6147-2: Incident 6147-1 On 06/18/2021 Jr. Researcher Thompson discovered that materials from the Department of Applied Thaumaturgy's general-reagent storeroom had gone missing. A subsequent investigation into all personnel with access to the storeroom was conducted. Dr. Jeon, who had the day off, could not be reached, leading to Agent Kevin Hayes being dispatched to her home. Upon arriving, Agent Hayes overheard Dr. Jeon reciting a ritual within. In response he promptly proceeded inside and detained her for the use of thaumaturgy without proper authorization. + Access Recovered Evidence Close File A thorough investigation of Dr. Jeon's home was conducted in order to ascertain potential motives. Below is a list of relevant discoveries. Discoveries: [REDACTED] (materials necessary for the performance of SCP-6147, several of which match the stolen materials from Site-17) A ritual circle drawn in chalk (found on the floor of Dr. Jeon's living room; iconography matches that required for SCP-6147) A framed photograph of an unidentified woman (found beside the ritual circle; unlike other materials the photograph holds no relevance to SCP-6147) Dr. Jeon's personal journal (see contents below) The following is a series of entries from Dr. Jeon's personal journal of particular interest to the case and her relationship to the Foundation. 05/14/2021 Dr. Gardn Alex (still feels weird to use her first name) recommended I start keeping a journal. Wants me to have a place I can vent frustrations. I was initially against the idea, but she said if I wasn't going to talk about certain things during our sessions I should at least have some place I can say what I need to. The thing is, I do want to talk about Am her, I just can't. Still can't even write her name, let alone say it out loud. So, I guess I'll be keeping a journal now… I can't do this. 05/19/2021 Dr. Alvarez didn't even show up for work today. We were supposed to go over those Hittite texts they just brought in, see if we could learn anything about their limited thaumaturgic capabilities. However, he didn't even bother phoning in, which left me to take the blame when I couldn't figure out any of the rituals. It isn't really my fault they assigned me on a case outside my field of study. I would love to see Alvarez try to interpret the symbology used by a mudang. I just don't understand why they let that assho (I really hate that Alex wants me to write these things in pen, not being able to erase things is really starting to annoy me). Anyways, I don't understand why they let him get away with stuff so easily. I tried to bring up the problem with Dr. Marcos, but I'm not sure how much he'll be able to do. He generally means well, but I don't think he quite realizes what the root of the issue is. We used to make fun of assholes, like Alvarez, all the time together. I'm just glad she never had to meet any of them. 05/26/2021 Bit of a weird update from work today. Evidently, thanks to some weird stuff going on over at Site-33, the Foundation is gonna be working with a GOI known as the Wandsmen. Since most of their anomalous abilities seem to be related to thaumaturgy that puts our department at the forefront of this collaboration. Guess I'm going to be working with some bird people in the near future. Imagine that. 06/07/2021 I was pretty annoyed when they first assigned me to research the Ritual of Chrysalia. I'm certain they passed off the more flashy research opportunities to the guys around the office. On top of that, I wasn't even sure why we were containing the thing, since the only real threat comes from its limited potential to access classified information, but next to no one even knows the ritual exists. However, after speaking with Torrauxia-2, I realized how beautiful of a thing it was. The Foundation loves to paint magic in one of two ways. First they will treat it as a clinical practice, trying to drain all the heart out of it. When that fails they demonize it; make it seem like an affront to even consider using it. It's hard not to get bogged down by it, and in all honestly, after these past few months, I was starting to believe them. That's why I was so excited when Torrauxia-2 explained how the Wandsmen used the ritual. To see a magic ritual integrated so casually into a community, all for the benefit of its members? It reminded me of the stories that my Grandmother used to tell me. The same stories that drove me to learn thaumaturgy, to become top of my class, to pour hours of my time into the Foundation in the hopes that I could improve things. But even more than that, I was just excited by what it did. I know it's a long shot, but I'm gonna put in a recommendation with some of the higher ups in the department. They already wanted to know if we could use it in Foundation operations, but I'm hoping I can convince them that it would be beneficial to let staff use it for more personal reasons. 06/09/2021 … They cut out the majority of my analysis of the ritual. They only left in the parts about how it could help the Foundation's mission, but completely removed any mention of personal usage. Why am I even surprised. Doesn't matter how long or hard I've worked for them, they're stuck in their damn ways. It was stupid to hope I could I just wanted to Six months, and I still can't even bear to write about it. I thought this would be my chance to 06/15/2021 I'm going to use the ritual. I don't have some grand illusion I'll get away with it. I already set up a meeting with an Ethics Committee liaison for the 21st under the guise of a workplace incident. Maybe I actually should complain about some of the asshats in my department, but I'm not sure how well that'll go over while I'm turning myself in. I'll have to steal some of the supplies on Thursday as I doubt I'd be able to find some of that stuff at a local store. Especially not [REDACTED] I was really hoping I could convince the Foundation of the benefits of the ritual. I wanted to do this through the proper channels, but I guess it was pretty foolish of me to think that could happen. I just need to do this. I need to know. + Access Post Incident 6147-1 Interview Close File Interviewer: Dr. Salvador Marcos Interviewed: Dr. Cindy Jeon Foreword: This interview was conducted on 06/20/2021, following the examination of all relevant materials and confirmation that Dr. Jeon was not under a compulsive effect. Dr. Salvador Marcos, Dr. Jeon's immediate supervisor, was chosen to conduct this interview due to his affable relationship with Dr. Jeon. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Marcos enters the room. Dr. Jeon: Oh, so are we finally done with the theatrics? Dr. Marcos sits down. Dr. Marcos: How do you mean? Dr. Jeon: The memetic and telepathic compulsion testing? You can't tell me you actually thought that was necessary? Dr. Marcos: Doesn't matter what I think. You were using anomalous practices without authorization. It's just protocol. Dr. Jeon: Really? Cause I know for a fact that sending someone to break into my house doesn't fall under standard protocol. Dr. Marcos: Look, I don't agree with how Agent Hayes handled the situation, but we couldn't get ahold of you, and you were a suspect in an investigation. Honestly though, it just sounds to me like you're frustrated you got caught. Dr. Jeon: First off, considering how much everyone here is constantly breathing down my neck I knew there wasn't much point in hiding it. I was planning to report myself once I was done anyways. So no, I'm not upset that I got caught. I'm pissed off at the fact that despite dedicating years of my life here, people were just waiting to accuse me of something the second the chance jumped at them. I mean, tell me, how long did it take before someone accused me? Dr. Marcos remains silent. Dr. Jeon: … wow. That says a lot more than you think it does. Dr. Marcos: Cindy, look, I… Dr. Marcos falls silent for a moment. Dr. Marcos: Yes, the situation should have been handled better, but that doesn't change what happened. Your job is on the line here, and I'd hate to see you throw it away. You're going to have to start explaining yourself. Dr. Jeon: I was performing SCP-6147. If you take a look around my house, as I'm sure you already have, you'll find the materials and ritual circle match those laid out in the instructions. Dr. Marcos looks over the file in front of him. Dr. Marcos: Well, that certainly does line up, but it doesn't answer the question of why? Dr. Jeon: I'm sure you can deduce that much. Dr. Marcos: It isn't really the time to play the guessing game, so maybe it'd be best if you simply told me. Dr. Jeon sighs. Dr. Jeon: I wanted to access the memories of… someone from my personal life. They passed six months ago. Dr. Marcos: Who were they to you? Dr. Jeon: I don't see how that information is relevant here. Dr. Marcos: Look, all we've got to go off is what you tell us. If they have any reason to suspect ulterior motives, they will. It's in your best interest to tell us as much as you can. Dr. Jeon remains silent for a moment. Dr. Jeon: She… Dr. Jeon pauses once again, staring at the table. Dr. Jeon: She was my girlfriend… We were together for two and a half years. I was planning to propose but never got the chance. Her name was Amelia Moore if you need to look her up. Dr. Marcos: I… how is this the first I'm hearing about this? I mean, we've worked together for years now. Dr. Jeon: Guess I didn't trust the people here with that part of my life. It's not like they ever trusted me. Both Dr. Marcos and Dr. Jeon remain silent for some time. Dr. Marcos: What were your intentions in accessing her memories? Dr. Jeon: I just needed… closure. We had gotten into a fight. I had been paying more attention to this goddamn job than her. I just needed to know that she didn't hate me in the end. Needed to be sure that despite all the secrets I kept, she knew that I loved her. Dr. Jeon appears to stifle tears. Dr. Jeon: God, she didn't even know what I actually did for a living. She thought I was an anthropologist studying ancient cultures… I ignored the best part of my life because of this stupid job, because I had… no, still have this need to prove myself. Dr. Marcos: You have nothing to prove. Dr. Jeon: Bullshit. I've worked twice as hard just to earn half the opportunities as some of the other people here. You're going to try to tell me that I'm respected on the same level as everyone else when they sent someone to invade my home the other day? Dr. Jeon falls silent. Dr. Marcos: … I'm sorry… for everything. I know my words can't change how you've been treated, and I'm sorry that this stuff has been happening under my nose. I'm gonna… I'm going to do better. I'll make sure stuff like this stops going overlooked. Dr. Marcos pauses and covers his eyes for a moment before sighing. Dr. Marcos: Unfortunately, that just makes this next part more difficult to say. Despite having harmless motivations you still effectively caused a containment breach. We'll still have to take disciplinary action. Dr. Jeon: Well, maybe those just shouldn't be the containment procedures. Dr. Marcos: You aren't trying to suggest we just let anyone perform it? I mean didn't the Wandswoman warn us about how easy it is to abuse it? Dr. Jeon: Look, general use of SCP-6147 is being implemented Foundation wide. Even if it's locked behind higher clearance levels people are still going to hear about it. And no strongly worded document or cryptic warning is going to stop someone in mourning from trying to use it. We should at least give people the option. It'd be a lot easier to supervise anyways. And more importantly we'd actually be helping people. The Foundation would be doing something truly beneficial for its employees. I can't think of something as important as helping people find closure. Dr. Marcos: … Maybe you're right. However, I do believe that concludes this interview. Well, Dr. Jeon, as your immediate supervisor, I'll be suspending you for two weeks with pay. Dr. Jeon appears surprised. Dr. Jeon: I think I can live with that. [END LOG] Closing Statement: On 06/22/2021 an anonymous proposal was submitted to the Ethics Committee and the head of the Department of Applied Thaumaturgy recommending the implementation of private usage of SCP-6147. Following a series of discussions on the matter, the proposal was approved due to its low security risk and its potential benefits to Foundation staff. Footnotes 1. The Subcommittee on Proper Usage of SCP-6147 2. For further information relating to the terms of the agreement please see: The Foundation-Wandsmen Treaty for the Preservation of Knowledge 3. The reason for the coloration of the title Chrysalia when spoken by the Wandswoman is unknown, though this only appears to affect electronic documents. 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SCP-6148 | euclid | Item#: SCP-6148 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Until the full anomalous effects of SCP-6148 are discovered, guards are to be stationed around the perimeter of SCP-6148. Any non-Foundation personnel are to be turned away from SCP-6148 and administered Class A amnestics. Description: SCP-6148 is a forest in ██████, Pennsylvania, USA. It is of a roughly circular shape, and covers about 900 square kilometers of land. SCP-6148 is extremely dense, with approximately three times the standard forest density. The primary anomalous qualities of SCP-6148 are properties of its trees, hereafter referred to as SCP-6148-1. They are of an unidentified species, resembling oak trees but with no branches other than at the canopies. Dead or fallen instances are yet to be documented, despite the nutrient density in the soil being insufficient to support the size of the forest. SCP-6148 was discovered on ██/██/2020, after a small town was reported to have completely disappeared from satellite scans, in its place being a mass of vegetation. Shortly after preliminary scans, initial containment procedures were established and an expedition was planned, with the intent of discovering the full anomalous effects of the forest, primarily its reproductive methods. SCP-6148| Exploration Video Log Transcript Foreword: Discover the full anomalous properties or effects of SCP-6148, with a secondary goal of finding information on the whereabouts of the missing town. Team Members: Dr. Jonathan Merion, Wooded Anomalies Dr. Abigail Wynne, Spatial Anomalies Dr. Adam Lancaster, Spatial Anomalies, formerly Wooded Anomalies Team Leader: SITE COMMAND, Wooded Anomalies [BEGIN LOG] Shown is SCP-6148, about fifty feet from the border. The team is behind the camera, with the exception of Dr. Lancaster. Merion: Testing, testing, one, two… I believe it's working! Lancaster: Red light's on, should be rolling. Shall we begin? Shuffling can be heard in the background. Wynne: Should be ready. Lancaster: All righty then. First things first, time is 6:00 A.M., date is April 2nd, 2020. Small expedition lead by three scientists, with Command in our ears. Purpose: gather samples of SCP-6148-1, along with attempting to discern their lack of nutritional or spatial needs. One-day trip, returning tonight, with a week's worth of rations just in case. Merion: On board. What's the point in restating this anyway? We've been prepping for this for weeks. Lancaster: Never know what they'll put in the article. Easier to sort logs this way. Let's take inventory, for the same reason. Rations? Dr. Merion holds up a packet of MREs. Merion: Pretty gross, but we've got them. Lancaster: Standard-issue audio and video recording device? Wynne: That's called a camera, Adam, and obviously we have one. How else would we be recording this? Lancaster: …Check. Lancaster: Spare standard issue audio and video recording device? Merion: Yeah, right here. Lancaster: Sample gathering tools, including a tree tap, pliers, bolt cutters, and notebooks? Merion: Check. Lancaster: Camping equipment, including a tent, flashlights, and a lighter? Merion: Yep. Brought s'mores ingredients… never know when you'll need a s'more. Dr. Lancaster reviews the checklist an additional time and is taken aback. Lancaster: Looks like we've had an additional piece of tech… they've given us a solar-powered ion battery pack, compatible with both flashlights and cameras. Wynne: Was wondering what this box is. I've heard of these, they've just pushed them out of prototypes. Don't know why they'd give us one. Heard they still take a hell of a while to charge- at least a day, probably more with the amount of light that canopy'll be blocking. Cool though. Lancaster: Shouldn't need it given we won't be in there longer than a day, but I guess it's good to have. Let's set out! Having finished taking inventory, Dr. Lancaster leads the group into the forest. Merion: Wow… It's dark as hell in here. Bright early morning, and it feels like dusk. I can see, but just barely. The camera's automatic exposure has shifted significantly to account for the darkness. COMMAND: What's your view distance? Merion: Twenty, thirty feet? Not great. I'm sure you guys can see better, but even with this flashlight the density's making it difficult to see far. Wynne: Five minutes in, and this place is already giving me the creeps. At first, these trees look pretty similar to oak, but… none of them have branches, other than the ones at the very top. Tree structure is weird too: one large trunk that bifurcates close to the canopy. No fallen trees anywhere. No dead ones either… hmm. Dr. Wynne leans close to the ground. Wynne: There's barely any life down here. It's just grass. No flowers, no mushrooms, no fallen leaves. That's bizarre. Lancaster: Huh. Odd… Dr. Lancaster becomes still for a few seconds, looking off into the distance. His hands shake slightly, and he resumes walking. Merion: Adam? You okay? Lancaster: Yeah. Just thought I heard someo-… something. Merion: I didn't hear anything. Wynne? Wynne: Nope. Command? COMMAND: Negative. No anomalous audio detected. Lancaster: Something's off. I've got a… a feeling. Something's wrong. I don't think… I don't think I'm meant to be here. Dr. Lancaster pauses and takes a deep breath. Lancaster: I'm better now. Let's worry about this later, and continue the expedition. Merion: We don't exactly know where we are, do we? Continuing the expedition in any given direction seems difficult, apart from maybe sample-gathering. Wynne: Let's start with that, and assess our position later. It's hard enough to see where we are, let alone move in a straight direction. I say we get samples and then eat. The team gathers samples, including bark, roots, sap, and soil. Of note is the variations between the samples, later elaborated upon by Dr. Lancaster. Merion: I'm hungry, and it's cold and dark in here. Command, are we cleared to set up a fire? COMMAND: Clear. Keep the fire small and low. Dr. Wynne begins to prepare a fire while Dr. Merion rests. Dr. Lancaster is sat on a large tangle of roots, inspecting a bark sample. For about an hour, nobody speaks, as the team eats in silence. Dr. Merion seems apprehensive at the contents of the meal, which includes freeze-dried fruit, glazed pork, and s'mores. Dr. Lancaster breaks the silence. Lancaster: Some of these trees look decayed. Slower sap flow, roots are easier to snap, some of the bark is flaking off. There wasn't anything like this closer to the edge. Merion: I suppose that even though these trees can't die, they can still succumb to atrophy. Lancaster: Perhaps because they take up space instead of decomposing, the forest's growth is radial- starting at some epicenter and growing steadily over time. If we knew how long it took a tree to decay, we could date each section of the forest based on decay distribution. Wynne: If there's anything dangerous about this forest, the growth will be something for us to worry about. On its own, it'll already be difficult to contain if it grows, but… there's no seeds anywhere. Why is it getting bigger at all? What's the cause of this growth in the first place? Lancaster: No clue. But it may be worth some inquiry, if we have time. Perhaps a few more… a few more days of exploration. Merion: A few days? That's not in the protocol, and these MREs suck. I don't want to be eating these for longer than I have to. Dr. Lancaster stares into the distance, in the direction where the trees seem to be the most decayed. Lancaster: …another time. Fine. Let's get out of here. Merion: Time is 5:00 PM. Samples gathered, batteries almost depleted. Command, are we cleared to leave? COMMAND: Clear. Merion: Team? Lancaster: Ready. Dr. Wynne? Wynne: Question: Everything here is the same. How do we get out? Lancaster: I've been thinking about this. We have, in my mind, two options: one, we could go in a straight line in any direction, but we risk having to travel the full diameter of the forest and come out on the opposite side. Alternatively, we could try to track the decay patterns, and go outwards. The problem there is that once we get farther out, we may hit a point where there won't be any more decay, and then we'll be lost. Merion: Second one definitely sounds better. We'll have to just keep walking in the same direction once we hit an area with no decay. The team sets out, in the direction with the least decay. There are several hours of silence, interrupted by Dr. Merion. Merion: Agh! Wynne: What? Merion? Is everything okay? Merion: Keep tripping on these damn roots. It's so dense, if I'm not looking down all the time I feel like I'm gonna fall. Lancaster: Yeah… this sucks. I'd love to get out of here, but I don't know how it'll happen. I've still got this feeling… it feels like we're going the wrong way. Our directions seem fine, but something still feels wrong. Dr. Lancaster's hands begin shaking as the edge of the forest comes into view. Wynne: Is that… It's the border? Merion: It would appear to be. Wynne: Time is 7:00 PM. That's certainly odd. Two hours of walking from a location it took us several more to get to. Something's going on. Merion: At least it's in our favor. One day has never felt longer for me. Almost out. Lancaster: This feels wrong. My body… My mind is still telling me this is the wrong way. I can see the edge, but… my stomach hurts. I don't belong out there. I don't think I can leave. Wynne: Adam, what are you talking about? Dr. Wynne pans the camera to show Dr. Lancaster, revealing the campfire and a brush of decayed trees. The edge of the forest is nowhere in sight. Merion: This is wrong. We're stuck here. Dr. Lancaster sits down and puts his head in his hands. Lancaster: No, you aren't. I am. Wynne: What? Lancaster: I can't explain. I can't put it into words. They won't let me leave. Wynne: Adam, what are you talking about? I've never heard you like this before- Lancaster: I know. And you never will again. I know what must be done. Merion: Adam, what the hell are you on about? Snap out of it, and we'll- we'll find a way out! We have a week's rations, we have time, there's no reason to do anything drastic just for a goddamn kind of creepy skip- Dr. Lancaster stands up suddenly. His hands are shaking rapidly. Lancaster: No. There's nothing you can do, except to let me do this. I'm sorry, Jon. Abby, I'm so sorry that I'll never make it home. Maybe… maybe there will be a way. But not for a long time. They're calling me. It's so loud… Dr. Lancaster, with the full supply pack, jolts away. Dr. Wynne tries to run after him, but as he is fully obscured by a tree he disappears from view. Wynne: What the hell. He's gone, and he took all our supplies with him. We've got the samples and main camera, but that's it. What the fuck do we do? Merion: I don't know. Maybe he just snapped. If he knows what he's talking about, there really is no use going back for him. If he just sacrificed his life for no goddamn reason then he'll make his way out. Or he won't. I don't know. Maybe I just want to get the hell out of here. Wynne: I want to find him. I have to find him. Oh, God, what will I do? Why would he do that to himself? Merion: As much as I want to leave, I don't think I could live with myself if I left him here. Dr. Wynne begins to run though the forest, calling for Dr. Lancaster. No response is heard, other than the panicked sounds of Dr. Merion trying to keep up with her. COMMAND: Please return to Site as soon as possible. The loss of Dr. Lancaster is unfortunate, but the samples are of utmost importance. Given the possible mental toll of SCP-6148, future expeditions may not be conducted. Wynne: What about Adam? What will you do? I need to find him. Please let me look for him. Please. COMMAND: The loss of Dr. Lancaster is unfortunate, but the samples are of utmost importance. Please return to Site as soon as possible. Wynne: I've got to find him. Why wouldn't you want me to? COMMAND: Potential effects of SCP-6148 may prevent the remaining team members from returning. While your mental state is still intact, return to Site. Wynne: Intact mental state? He just left me! How could my mental state possibly be intact after that? COMMAND: Dr. Wynne, you will forfeit your position at the Foundation if you continue. Return to Site. Wynne: You'd better look for him when we get back. You'd fucking better. I can't have him out here, alone. He'll die. Screw you all. Afterword: Drs. Wynne and Merion begin to walk along the previously transcribed path. At approximately 10:30 PM, the remaining team reaches the edge, passing across the border without contention. Both of them return to Site without issue, and their samples are submitted for testing. Of note is the level of distress displayed by Dr. Wynne, who expressed contempt towards the Foundation for disallowing her from further exploration. [END LOG] Addendum 4/6/2021- Results of Sample Testing Testing of samples largely proved inconclusive, with sap and bark samples proving almost identical to oak, save for some discoloration. Soil samples contained an abundance of nutrients in SCP-6148, but none in the root samples, indicative of several possible outcomes: either SCP-6148-1 requires no nutrients to survive, or it somehow creates nutrients on its own. More research would be required to determine its reproductive tendencies, but at present, containment procedures can be established. -Dr. Ardemor, Director of Wooded Anomalies THE FOLLOWING FILES ARE LEVEL 4/6148 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THEM WITHOUT LEVEL 4/6148 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Addendum 02/02/2021- Additional Information On 02/01/2021, a series of videos were sent directly to Foundation computer systems. These videos contained several months of expedition logs of Dr. Adam Lancaster, previously thought to be deceased, detailing an extended journey through SCP-6148, lasting far longer than his food supplies should have lasted. The internal data of the camera tracked the date of each recording. The footage is cleared for viewing by all personnel with Level 4/6148 access, and will be fully evaluated soon. ►Access Recovered Materials ▼Hide Recovered Materials Video Log I- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 04/03/2020 [BEGIN LOG] The camera switches on. Shown is a wide stretch of trees, with no notable differences visible. Dr. Lancaster is behind the camera. Lancaster: I… Dr. Lancaster takes a deep breath. Lancaster: I owe you an explanation. Dr. Lancaster repositions the camera to view his face. His skin is pale, and his hands are completely still. Lancaster: I can hear them. What they're saying, I don't know. I don't understand tree. I can't figure that out yet, although I have some suspicions. SCP-6148, somehow, from somewhere, is calling me. It's not with words, it's a… feeling? A tug in my gut. I can't leave because of it. Earlier, with Abig- Dr. Lancaster cuts himself off, shaking slightly. After about thirty seconds, he recomposes himself. Lancaster: -with Dr. Wynne, when we were at the edge, the feeling changed. Before, it was a nagging sensation, just a feeling that something was wrong, but as we got closer to that border, it felt like a tug in my head- fucking with me, preventing me from thinking straight, pulling my thoughts towards the center. If my mind was a physical thing- a soul, perhaps- it was being pulled out of my body and dragged away, and I had no choice but to follow it and put it back in me. Dr. Lancaster picks up the camera and begins walking. He chuckles and sighs. Lancaster: A forest gave me a panic attack. Isn't that fucked? Lancaster: Funnily enough, this tug lets me know where to go. I know when I'm getting farther from the edge when the tug gets weaker. It's a gross feeling of satisfaction, spawned from the absence of pain rather than the presence of pleasure. So I follow it, if only to cease this nagging sensation in my body. And while I'm here, and I have a camera, I guess I'll record as much as I can. I'm gonna sleep. [END LOG] Video Log II- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 04/04/2020 [BEGIN LOG] The camera turns on. Shown is the same grouping of trees at the end of the last log. Dr. Lancaster is walking and eating. His skin is paling. Lancaster: I think it's morning. Couldn't know for sure, though. I trip every five seconds. I don't feel the pull as much as yesterday, but it's still there, letting me know where to go. I've got my own damn compass. Hope I don't turn magnetic. Lancaster: I hate this food. I've got about five days left, and after that- well, I don't really know. I wasn't meant to be a field agent, just a scientist and a one-day research trip. I don't know how to survive in the wild. I can't wait to get- The log cuts off abruptly. [END LOG] Video Log III- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 04/06/2020 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lancaster stares at the camera as it turns on. He is gaunt, but his skin is a healthier color than before. Above is a stream of light breaking through the canopy. Lancaster: It's my third day in here. I've been sitting here, in this small strain of light, waiting for this thing to charge. Died in the middle of the last recording. Took five hours to find a spot where there was enough light, and a full day to charge it. Apparently when the battery dies, it needs to charge to full before it can be turned back on. R&D can crank out new stuff faster than anyone, but damn if they don't send it through enough QA testing first. Lancaster: Since I haven't been continuing the journey, I've been conserving food. The sun is doing me good for now, but eating one meal per day is… tough. Four days of food left, though. Hope it's enough to get me where I need to go. Where that is, I'm still not sure. The pull gets stronger when I get hungrier, like it's filling the gap in my stomach that's normally filled by food. When I've eaten, it gets weaker. Lancaster: Now that the camera's charged, I have no reason to stay here. I've got to move. Goodbye for now. [END LOG] Video Log IV- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 04/09/2020 [BEGIN LOG] The camera is already moving when it turns on. Dr. Lancaster is walking at a brisk pace, frequently tripping over roots as he occasionally shifts direction. Lancaster: I've been walking for a few days to no end. It's still just trees in every direction, with my body telling me where to go. It's been empty, moving straight but still feeling directionless. A few minutes ago, the pull changed. It's going in two directions now, one much stronger than the other. There's something nearby, and whatever it is has its roots sunk deeply into the core of this place. I think it wants to be seen. Dr. Lancaster stops hiking, seemingly struck by his own words. Lancaster: I realize I've been talking about SCP-6148 very differently from how a Foundation researcher should. I've been treating it as if it were a human: someone with thoughts, feelings, and desires, but there has been no reasonable amount of evidence for the sentience of this forest. And until I see anything otherwise, I should continue to refer to it as an SCP, not as a person. But I probably won't. It's like my anxiety- a little troll in my brain, telling me things that aren't real. In the distance several large shapes appear of unknown identity, shrouded in fog. They are out of visible range for Dr. Lancaster. Despite this, he begins to move faster. Lancaster: It's close. I can't see it, but it's nearby. The pull grows stronger. Dr. Lancaster continues to walk, continuing his pace. As he walks, the camera shakes, showing him stepping over roots, seemingly effortlessly. Dr. Lancaster stops, clearly noticing the shapes in the distance. For several minutes, Dr. Lancaster walks silently forward. A small town comes into view as Dr. Lancaster gasps. Lancaster: A ghost town… it's not stopping. I feel empty, tired, hungry. I… what happened here? The state of the town becomes visible as Dr. Lancaster progresses to the middle of the street. Buildings are decrepit and run-down, cars are still and covered with dust, and vegetation has run rampant throughout the area. Roads have been cracked and upturned by roots. SCP-6148-1 is abundant, growing through roofs, walls, and paths. Several of them show signs of age similar to those found in earlier research. The region is noticeably darker than the rest of the forest, likely due to the density of trees being even higher than previously shown. There is no sign of human life anywhere. Lancaster: There's so much destruction… I had hoped to find answers when I followed my gut, but… this just leaves me with more questions. Lancaster: It's like it was hit by a tornado. Run through with no care for what happens, destroying everything there and letting everything die. Are we allowed to be angry at it, if it didn't know what it was doing? What will come of us when we are struck by our own tornadoes? Will we fall to pieces in the face of our imminent demise, or will we stand strong and face it? What will happen when we… Dr. Lancaster pauses and laughs for several seconds. Lancaster: I'm so hungry, I'm philosophizing. This is the SCP Foundation, not Ancient Greece. After a few more minutes, Dr. Lancaster's speech picks up again, slurring as he walks. Lancaster: Cellars. Refrigerators? Anything. Help me. Dr. Lancaster limps towards a nearby house as he continues to speak under his breath. Most of his words are unintelligible. Lancaster: …trees, everything I do is being controlled by these goddamn sticks of wood that have no idea I'm even here and I just want to leave and- Dr. Lancaster approaches the front of a house. The door is knocked down, as the doorframe has been split open by a root. Lancaster: …nothing I say or do can possibly get them to get out of my head or my body and it's driving me insane because I can't see my- Tripping inside the house, he continues to move forwards. Lancaster: …and it's pulling me in farther away from any chance I have of escape but I have to know why it's doing this to me and- Dr. Lancaster approaches a staircase. Several SCP-6148-1 specimens have burst through the staircase, rendering the upper floors of the house inaccessible. A downward staircase is visible, descending into the dark. Lancaster: …they'll keep growing and growing because they're mad at us for what we've done to them but I'll never be able to give them what they want from me- Dr. Lancaster stumbles down the stairs. In the dark is a cellar filled with supplies: canned meat, beans, and bottled water, some of which were empty, but most of which were unopened. Some hand tools are visible, including a handsaw and hammer. An instance of SCP-6148-1 is rooted deeply into the floor, likely one of the ones breaching the staircase above. Lancaster: …can I? Have they chosen me because I can provide what they need? In the end, perhaps they want me to be with them… because… Dr. Lancaster drops the camera. As it tumbles to the ground, for a few frames a shelf is shown, upon which several jars of an unidentified liquid are placed. Lancaster: … because soon, only the trees will remain. Dr. Lancaster faints, landing next to the camera. His face is almost pure white, and his clothes are ragged and torn. The skin around his lips and nose is cracked and dry. His body is almost completely still. The camera continues to roll. For several hours, there is no change in Dr. Lancaster's body position, and his breathing is not visible on camera, either extremely shallow or not present. After sixteen hours, the feed goes dark, presumably from the battery life of the camera running out. [END LOG] Video Log V- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 04/15/2020 [BEGIN LOG] The feed begins. Shown is the same basement as before, but noticeably brighter; a hole can be seen in the top, and sunlight is visible. On the ground is a set of tools, some of which are from Dr. Lancaster's supply pack, others from the basement. The cans are completely empty, and the water bottles are almost so. The jars of unidentified liquid have been laid out on the floor, one of which is half empty. Dr. Lancaster is sitting down in the corner of the room, staring at the camera. His skin and face is in a healthier state than before. It is several minutes before he speaks. Lancaster: I don't know what happened that day. I got close to this building and blacked out. I have some vague recollection of things- the layout of the first floor of this house, the path from the center of town to here- but I don't remember getting here. Lancaster: It's been six days since I hit the floor. That, I know. It's been two since I woke up. How I slept for four days, I don't know. Over the course of these two days I've been eating canned food and drinking bottled water, and now I'm out. The pull is back to one direction. Perhaps the second one was bringing me to the food? I don't know. Dr. Lancaster furrows his brow, seemingly lost in thought. Lancaster: I almost died of several things that day. Once from hunger, once from dehydration, and once from exhaustion. That should be fairly obvious from what I've recorded so far, and it's not what I'm concerned about. What's concerning to me is that I woke up at all. I should have been dead: no food for a full day, no water for four, and not a single good sleep in two weeks. What happened was quite to the contrary: I woke up invigorated. Not in my prime, of course- I hadn't had any fucking food- but I felt significantly better than before I lost consciousness, as if I had just had a nice meal and gone for a refreshing walk. Lancaster: Great, right? Four days of rest, and then I'm feeling good for the first time in a while! Here's the caveat: whatever that stuff is on the floor is why. I woke up with a half empty jar of it next to me. Somehow, some way, I consumed it while asleep. Lancaster: I think I may have to take them with me. I'm out of food, and this is the only thing left down here that could count as any kind of nourishment. I've got to check the other houses first. This stuff kept me alive for a while, and presumably could do so for a while longer, but on the other hand I'd also rather eat literally anything else at any possible opportunity. Dr. Lancaster turns off the camera and switches it back on a few minutes later. When the camera finishes focusing, he is outside. Lancaster: I'm gonna take a quick run through a bunch of the houses, and scrounge up what I can. Dr. Lancaster walks to several houses and searches their basements. None of them have food, apart from each of them having a differently sized stockpile of the unknown substance. Dr. Lancaster becomes visibly distressed as he puts more and more into his pack. Lancaster: There's nothing else here. This stuff is the only nutritional substance in the whole town. To be honest, if that doesn't scream "cult," I don't know what does. Lancaster: I've got to get the hell out of here. Nerves are going up. I'm shaking. Should I be shaking? I don't know. My stomach feels empty, but the thought of eating anything makes me want to puke. I think… I think I'm going to record myself eating that stuff, if I ever do. The Foundation should know. Lancaster: I'm going to start walking away. This place is giving me the creeps, more than anywhere else so far. It's desolate. Goodbye for now, I guess. [END LOG] Video Log VI- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 04/18/2020 [BEGIN LOG] The camera turns on with Dr. Lancaster sitting on a root. He is once again gaunt and sickly, with pale skin and shrunken lips. He is holding the half-filled jar of liquid from before. When he speaks, his voice is whisper-quiet and crackly. Lancaster: It's been three days since I have eaten. One since water. More since I've felt any kind of energized. I'm so stiff. I think I need some oil for my joints, heh. Hunger is just about ready to consume me. Why haven't I had any of that stuff, you're asking? Lancaster: Truth is, I'm scared. I've been here for two weeks now, and it feels like I've done nothing. After so long I made it to a town with nobody in it and a bunch of goop in jars. If anything, I'm left with more questions than I had before. And this damn pulling, this incessant, nonstop, constant pulling, on my mind and soul and body- it's going to be the death of me. For the past day I've been trudging across the forest, following the direction my body tells me to go, and not thinking about my own health. My mental health is shot already. That is, more than it was when I entered. Lancaster: Clearly it's anomalous, otherwise it wouldn't have done this. But goddamn if it isn't terrifying. Putting whoever-knows-what in my body, just to keep myself alive long enough to get to the center of a forest I wasn't supposed to be in for more than a day, just to give information to people I'll never see again. It's all fucked, man. Dr. Lancaster opens the jar and holds it up to his lips. His hands are shaking. Lancaster: Bottoms up. The liquid flows out of the jar with a consistency similar to honey. A long trail enters Dr. Lancaster's mouth, who recoils slightly. He continues to wait as the remaining contents of the jar pour into his mouth. The liquid continues to flow down his throat as he begins to gag. Over the course of the next thirty seconds, he starts to convulse violently as he chokes. Signs of asphyxiation are visible, including a reddened face, constriction of the throat and nose, and crossed eyes. After a full minute of choking, Dr. Lancaster collapses to the ground, gasping for air and panting. It is fifteen minutes of panting before Dr. Lancaster slows his breathing and sits up. As he speaks, his voice is noticeably different, nasal and shrill. Lancaster: That was hell. I don't know what I expected that to taste like, but it was worse than I could have ever imagined. It was… metallic. Salty. Like fucking gasoline. Too liquid to chew, and too solid to swallow. I can still feel it, coating the back of my throat, like the worst cup of tea you've ever had does. It's… muck. I just let half a mason jar of gasoline-flavored molasses slide down my throat. I still can't goddamn breathe. Never in my life have I had my breathing restricted for several minutes by eating something. I… I don't ever want to do that again. Ever. I think I'd rather die. Lancaster: Definitely a cult. Sickos. Good night, camera. [END LOG] Video Log VII- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 04/19/2020 [BEGIN LOG] It is morning. Dr. Lancaster looks noticeably healthier than the previous log. Lancaster: Hello. I'm feeling better today. Not like I could run a mile, but… satisfied. Like I've eaten a full, hearty breakfast. It's a nice feeling, one I haven't felt in a while. I've still got the taste in my throat, and the pull in my gut. It's different now. Much more bearable, now that my stomach is full. I still know which way to go. Forward, always forward. I haven't looked back yet, and I won't now. More walking. Lancaster: I may begin recording less now. It's just trees and trees and trees, as far as the eye can see. Not much of note. In the meantime, I've got to work on this camera. [END LOG] Video Log VIII- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 04/21/2020 [BEGIN LOG] Lancaster: Something is changing. The pull is more defined, more articulate. So far, it's had two traits- direction and intensity. But now there's another one, hard to describe. A further detail? I can feel how it's affecting me. A tingling in my fingers and toes, and over my skin. If anything, it reminds me of being underwater, a subtle pressure on my whole body. It's not overpowering, the pressure isn't painful, but in a way it tells me where my boundaries lie. I can feel where my body ends and the air begins, just from the light touch of the forest. My body- humans' bodies- have boundaries, sections of ourselves that separates us from everything else. On most of the surface, it's the skin, but in other places it's something else- skin, or nails, or hair. Lancaster: But feeling this boundary- the one between me and the world around me- is concerning. In the past, I've never felt it before- after all, who feels the edges of their skin? But something in here, whether it knows it or not, is heightening my senses, telling me where I end and it begins. Dr. Lancaster lifts his hand and observes it, turning over his palm and flexing his fingers. Lancaster: If you've ever looked at your finger with one eye, you'd see a tiny fraction of space around it that looks warped, light itself seeming to move unnaturally due to how our eyes focus. Our brains filter most of it out, but some remains. This light-warping, a phenomenon that exists only due to how we view the world, not how it actually exists, creates an outline around all of us, a visual border around everything that is visible only to us. Isn't that remarkable? We humans have a feature built into our brains that shows us things that aren't real. It feels like a bubble, like everyone is surrounded by their own little light-field that they only notice when they look really hard. But I… I can feel mine now. I can feel where "me" ends and "everything else" begins. Lancaster: And that border… it's fading. Slowly, gradually, as I grow closer to the center of this forest, my outline is being pulled from me, converging towards a single point. Some part of me is being pulled faster than I am, moving farther and farther away from my body. It's like it's a few feet away from me, always in front, and the farther I get, the faster it's going. I'm not chasing it- it only moves when I do- but it feels like it's moving farther and farther away from me. Lancaster: The weight of my soul is being subjected to the gravity of the forest, and I don't know how long it'll be until I lose track of it. [END LOG] Video Logs- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148- Corrupted Footage Several of the recovered videos are heavily corrupted, presumably due to Dr. Lancaster's tampering with his camera. Due to their length, they have been grouped together, organized by date. IX-04/22/20 X-04/29/20 XI-05/06/20 XII-05/13/20 XIII-05/20/20 XIV-05/27/20 XV-06/03/20 Lancaster: … think I got the camera working. If I don't turn it on for a full week, it turns on automatically and records for an hour. I still haven't figured out how to send the data back to Site, but I know where to put it once I do. I don't know how long it'll take me to get this done, though, because this damn [FOOTAGE CORRUPTED] When the recording begins, Dr. Lancaster is already speaking, seemingly unprompted and not to the camera. The camera is attached to his shoulder. Lancaster: … getting closer. Closer, closer. Center is near. Ever closer. Where is it? Where has my soul gone? [FOOTAGE CORRUPTED] Lancaster: …losing blood gimme yours help me Dr. Lancaster stops moving and begins to whisper. Lancaster: …keep it flowing. Dr. Lancaster stumbles to the ground and is heard crying. Lancaster: Do I deserve this? [FOOTAGE CORRUPTED] The camera automatically switches on as Dr. Lancaster is sat on the ground with his legs crossed. The camera is on the floor, likely after falling off of his shoulder. He is holding one of the jars of liquid and staring at it. His pupils are enlarged, almost to where they encompass his entire eyes. His figure is gaunt, and his bone structure is visible. He shows signs of severe malnutrition, possibly not having eaten in the three weeks since consuming the liquid for the first time. He is shaking as he tips the jar towards him. Lancaster: …more blood. Dr. Lancaster watches as the entire jar's contents flow down his throat. Unlike his previous attempt, he does not convulse or choke, gulping several times per second as he motionlessly swallows. Despite the level of liquid being over twice as much as last time, Dr. Lancaster takes about the same amount of time to swallow as before. After he finishes swallowing, he collapses to the ground, enters the fetal position, and sobs. When he speaks, his voice is constricted and gravelly. Lancaster: …never enough blood. will never be enough. [FOOTAGE CORRUPTED] Dr. Lancaster's cadence shifts repeatedly, as if he were having a conversation with himself. Lancaster: Kill me. Later. Kill me. Later. Kill me. Lancaster: When? Lancaster: Now? [FOOTAGE CORRUPTED] Dr. Lancaster is shown drinking an entire jar of liquid from one of the jars while crying. His skin is smooth, almost unnaturally so, as he swallows. After several minutes of heavy breathing, he screams, and the camera cuts. [FOOTAGE CORRUPTED] Dr. Lancaster is once again shown draining a jar of liquid into his mouth. His face is stretched and waxy. When he finishes, he stares at the camera. His eyes are bloodshot and crazed. Lancaster: …deep beneath the surface of this world… Dr. Lancaster turns and throws the jar to the ground, shattering it violently. Lancaster: …at the very center of the forest… Dr. Lancaster's gaze returns to the camera. Lancaster: There is something truly evil. [FOOTAGE CORRUPTED] Video Log XVI- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 06/05/2020 [BEGIN LOG] The camera turns on to show Dr. Lancaster staring at the camera. His skin is of a normal tone and texture, much healthier than in the several logs before. There is no corrupted footage for the entirety of this log, or for future logs. Lancaster: Here's something odd. I've been walking for a long, long time. I don't remember sleeping, or eating, or turning on the camera, or talking, or pissing or shitting or crying or panicking. I have been walking for months with no breaks at all, and I haven't felt like doing any of those things in a while. Lancaster: There are five empty jars in my supply. I've got one left. I don't know what happened to them, or what they might be doing to me, but I'm not hungry- and I haven't felt hunger in a while. I don't think I've felt much of anything in some time, and when I do… it's not good. Lancaster: I feel like I've been a prisoner in my own body for so long now. Sometimes I have control- brief, fleeting moments of clarity- but most of my movements have become autonomous, happening without my input or idea. Dr. Lancaster presses his fingers into his temple. Lancaster: Something is in here. I can tell. Something else's outline is supplanting mine. Perhaps… perhaps many. Lancaster: Asleep in my own consciousness, stuck in the forest; unable to think, unable to breathe. I'm there, I can feel it. Just a few more days. [END LOG] Video Log XVII- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 06/07/2020 [BEGIN LOG] As the system activates, Dr. Lancaster is already speaking, presumably having turned on the camera and then switched cadence shortly after. Lancaster: …she's gonna help me right? …where are you? …where are all of them? …there's so much blood. there- the- the eyes of the soul of the many are incapable of enduring the gaze of the divine. Dr. Lancaster exclaims as he falls to the ground. Lancaster: Agh! I… what the hell? I turned on the camera, and then blacked out again. For a moment, I was somewhere else. Dark. Moist. Full of life. Ready to spawn more, and hungry for the resources to do so. Lancaster: My outline has reached the middle, and for a split second I was there. Lancaster: II will reach the center today. I will find what is wrong with me, and with this accursed forest. And then… [END LOG] Video Log XVIII- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 06/07/2020 [BEGIN LOG] The video begins not long after the completion of the previous one. Dr. Lancaster is stood in front of a house. Around him is an even higher density of SCP-6148-1 instances than before, and all of them are decayed. Of all areas shown on camera thus far, this location has by far the most decay. As Dr. Lancaster steps towards the house, its features become more visible: it is composed entirely out of vegetation. Its walls and roof are shaped from trees that are still rooted in the ground. Notably, these trees have no leaves or branches, implying that they may not be specimens of SCP-6148-1. Dr. Lancaster enters the house, through the empty doorframe. He does not speak as he ventures though the house. On the walls are several groups of writing, etched into the bark. Among them is English sentences, Ancient Greek lettering, and symbols of an unknown origin. The English sentences are all indecipherable, save for a few words, and the Greek is equally so. Among the visible English lettering is "FEED," "BLOOD," and "TREES." Liquid leaks from the ceiling. Lancaster: This place is ancient. Older than me, older than that town, perhaps older than the forest itself. These markings… they're not recent. I am not the first person to find this place, not by hundreds of years. Lancaster: My outline- my soul- has diffused. I can feel it, all over here, spreading throughout the forest. I feel at home here, if anything. But I know that I shouldn't. This place is wrong, it's off-kilter, it offends everything human in me. But some of me likes it. And that must… That must… Lancaster: …it must mean that I'm not all human anymore. This stuff that I've been eating, it's kept me alive, but I've wondered- what's the cost? Some of me is gone, and something else is in its place. Some remnant of the soul of this forest, of its trees, has wormed its way into my mind, and there it lays, ready to end me for who I am. Lancaster: The human consciousness is like a ball of string. It's built to be manipulated, flexed, and stored. Pull the right strands and put them in the right places and you make a beautiful tapestry, a celebration of how wonderful our lives can be or have been. A testament to the resilience of our species. But touch it in the wrong places and pull a little bit too hard, and it all begins to unravel. One small tug in the wrong location can unwind everything, all the progress we've made on ourselves, with enough time. Lancaster: I am unraveling, and there's nobody around to stop it. The fragments of my life are being cast across the forest, spread so thin that they cannot be classified as me anymore. Dr. Lancaster leaves the house and sits on the front steps, looking past the camera, off into the distance. His eyes are cloudy and his brow is furrowed. Lancaster: I will check in when I can. I do not know when that will be. I am going to stay here, drinking this disgusting slime, until I run out. And then I will die. Lancaster: At least, I hope I will. [END LOG] Video Log XIX- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 06/14/2020 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lancaster is sat inside the center of the house's living room. On the floor next to him is the last empty jar. His hands are covered with blood and the anomalous liquid. His eyes are dilated, and his skin is waxy- stretched tight. He seems confused, lost in thought. In the back of the room, behind him, there are more sigils, carved into the walls. Liquid oozes from them- they have been created recently. Lancaster: When… When did I get here? How long have I been here? Dr. Lancaster opens and closes his mouth several times as he furrows his brow. Lancaster: Months. Months since I've come here. Months since I've seen the world. Weeks… Dr. Lancaster's cadence shifts slightly, and his posture changes to become straighter. Lancaster: Weeks since I was invited into here. The forest of immortals. I have endured their trials, and they have rewarded me with the nectar of the gods. It has sustained me, readying me for the transformation. My body is ready… but am I? Dr. Lancaster shakes slightly, and changes to his normal cadence. Lancaster: How long has it been, since I've been me? Who have I become, and what has brought me here? Lancaster: For some time now- when I've been in control, at least- I've questioned the nature of my ailment. And I think I may have figured it out- some of it, at least. Lancaster: I have been hearing voices. They started the moment I entered this place. They were subdued, quiet- enough to make me believe that they weren't human. They died down once I abandoned my team. And they didn't pick back up, not until I woke up in that damn basement. Something is in this liquid that brought the voices back. And they weren't subdued this time, they're right up in my head, constantly talking and screaming and laughing and crying and they've only gotten worse since. Lancaster: Sometimes, they take control. One of their voices becomes my voice, and I am cast out into the ether, placed in stasis, waiting for myself to return. And when I'm me, I've been asking myself… what do they want from me? Lancaster: Here's the sickest, weirdest part: absolutely fucking nothing. Dr. Lancaster pauses to breathe. Lancaster: They're not seizing control, or ordering my body around- the voices in my head don't speak to me, or to each other. They're experiencing lives, reliving memories, and crying out for help. A thousand lost souls, all stuck in my head, driving me to insanity. Lancaster: And one of them… One of them made this place. Or at least, lived here, in a little wooden house in the center of an ever-growing forest. And when their voice conquers mine- Dr. Lancaster looks around, particularly at the newly created sigils behind him. Lancaster: -boy, they've been up to something. And based on the fact that it's been using my blood and the last jar of stuff that kept me alive, I don't think it's something good. Given what's happening with everyone else in here… Dr. Lancaster taps his temple with one finger. Lancaster: …they might not even know they're doing it, just a centuries-old memory repeating what it did before. Lancaster: Either way, I don't think I want to see it finish. [END LOG] Video Log XX- Recovered Materials: Independent Exploration of SCP-6148 Date: 06/16/2020 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lancaster is in the same position as the previous log, despite a two full days passing. Lancaster: I have decided: today is the day that I die. When I finish recording this log, I am sending them back to the Foundation. I hope that they will aid in containment- and maybe give them something to remember me by. Lancaster: It has been eerily quiet in my mind. I have sat here unmoving since the last recording, pondering what to do with myself. How will I end my life? Starvation doesn't seem like it will do it- whenever I get hungry, they take control again, and I wake up satisfied. The only way to end it is to surrender to them. Dr. Lancaster lays down and stares at the ceiling. Lancaster: I'm exhausted. I'm fucking tired of this place, dying slowly while I sustain myself on god-knows-what as I trudge through this desolate place. Never in my life have I found a place so full of life yet so… so wrong, so warped, so devoid of anything that makes nature special to me. It's so much more primal than the nature I'm used to, not caring who or what it destroys as it grows and grows. Lancaster: These trees- they've been watching me. For a very long time, maybe even before I came here. They extended their wooden fingers and grabbed me the moment I stepped foot in here. I was lost before I realized it. These trees… Dr. Lancaster spreads his arms to the side. Lancaster: …they have eyes. Dr. Lancaster sits up and stares at the camera. Lancaster: This is who I am, and this is all I will ever be. A broken man in a wooden house at the center of an ever-growing forest. Lancaster: Goodbye, SCP Foundation. Lancaster: Goodbye, Abigail. I love you. [END LOG] ►Access Revised Special Containment Procedures ▼Hide Containment Procedures Item#: SCP-6148 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No access into SCP-6148 is to be granted to Foundation personnel or to civilians. Any civilians or Foundation personnel attempting to enter SCP-6148 are to be turned away and administered Class C amnestics, targeting any and all memories related to: missing or lost family members missing or lost friends the town of ██████, Pennsylvania, USA. Description: SCP-6148 is a forest in ██████, Pennsylvania, USA. It is of a roughly circular shape, and covers about 1,100 square kilometers of land. SCP-6148 is extremely dense, with approximately three times the standard forest density. The primary anomalous qualities of SCP-6148 are properties of its trees, SCP-6148-1. They are of an unidentified species, resembling oak trees but with no branches other than at the canopies. Dead or fallen instances are yet to be documented, despite the nutrient density in the soil being insufficient to support the size of the forest. SCP-6148 was discovered on ██/██/2020, after a small town was reported to have completely disappeared from satellite scans, in its place being a mass of vegetation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6148" by Draconocor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6148. Licensed under CC-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-6149 | safe | close Info X ⚠️ I have an Author Page! Article Transcription Log SCP-6149 Item #: SCP-6149 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6149 is to be kept in Site-203's parking garage. The key to SCP-6149 is to be kept in a locked box requiring two senior members of staff to unlock. Anyone Class-C or higher may request to use SCP-6149, but must obtain clearance from Site-203 Director Talbot, and must sign a waiver. No more than six people may use SCP-6149 at any time. SCP-6149 does not require maintenance, oil, or fuel. A tracker must be installed on SCP-6149 during use, and on the person of anyone using it at all times. Description: SCP-6149 is a blue 1968 Volkswagon van with a sticker reading "Merkavah"1 on its passenger side. Various other stickers decorate its side and rear, and it is missing a license plate. The interior of the van contains a mini-bar with an amount of alcoholic and non-alcoholic refreshments that are anomalously replenished, as well as a variety of food. The interior also contains a small drawer with one CD, one cassette tape, one eight-track tape, and one vinyl record, which alter their appearance and content according to the user's taste. All forms of recorded media contain the same ten-thousand songs, including genres of jazz, pop, blues, reggae, rock, and metal, all made between 1964 and 1997. The dashboard is equipped to play all forms of media. The fuel gauge always reads Full, while the total mileage always resets after every use. There are no registration, insurance, or dealer papers available. Any attempt to issue a new license plate results in the plate vanishing after one hour. SCP-6149 is omnidirectional, omnispatial, impervious to all known forms of damage, and capable of multidimensional travel; the speed at which it travels is hypothesized to be instantaneous. Once inside, any driver or passenger is completely protected from all outside forces, be they physical, thaumaturgical, cognitive, chronal, etc. As a side effect, drivers and passengers experience severe hallucinations, nausea, headaches, euphoria, lack of coordination, paranoia, time displacement, and dementia, none of which are fatal or long-term. As of the time of this recording, most of these effects can be treated, although no hallucinatory protection measures have succeeded. The origin of SCP-6149 is currently unknown, as are the identities of any previous owners. SCP-6149 was discovered next to a sign reading "Monkey's Eyebrow" by agents investigating the Ohio River, under supervision from Sr. Researcher Bialowieski. The team was originally sent to the area to follow up on reports of various cryptids, but were later waylaid by police reports of an unlocked "drug mule van" without a license plate "mysteriously appearing" next to the aforementioned sign. Upon arrival, Jr. Researchers Liang, Silva, and Dunharrow interviewed two officers present, one of whom had suffered hallucinations after attempting to drive the vehicle. The officer was not under the influence of any cognitohazardous effects prior to entering the vehicle, anomalous or otherwise. After offering to perform their own investigation, Liang discovered the self-replenishing refreshments; Silva sighted audio logs inside the vehicle, which were played (see Addendum-B). The logs were initially dismissed by agents and police as "the ramblings of someone under excessive drug consumption". Dunharrow attempted to start the vehicle, resulting in spontaneous relocation, and contact was briefly lost. Dunharrow was later recovered by an MTF team in the steppes of Mongolia, suffering from hallucinations, nausea, dementia, and loss of coordination. The vehicle was tentatively labeled as anomalous and sent back to Liang and Silva while Dunharrow recovered. The recovery team exhibited similar side effects as Dunharrow, with one agent attempting to damage the vehicle, to no effect. Both police officers were summarily given amnestics, the vehicle and its contents confiscated by the Foundation, and the audio logs were taken into consideration for possible future tests. In an attempt to return to the nearest Foundation site, Silva (under hallucinogenic influence) accidentally crashed the vehicle into an abandoned building, but the transport and passengers suffered no damage. Multiple tests were later performed (see Addendum-A). Addendum-A: TESTING LOGS 01 - 06 Test 01: D-class #50050 volunteered for test. Was assigned to drive one kilometer north on Foundation test site 203-B. Departed 0703, arrived .01 seconds later, although he claimed it took "a few years". Subject emerged from van yelling about "a giant cat dressed up like a cartoon burglar, being chased by a goblin with a head five times its body mass, and an anthropomorphic rat wielding a banana chainsaw". Subject lost balance and collapsed, then vomited. Subject attempted to recite Whitman's "I Sing the Body Electric" and claimed "it's all real". Subject later recovered, and since no physical harm was done, was temporarily relieved of further testing. Test 02: Two D-class assigned to drive to Oahu, Hawaii. Departed 0810, arrived .01 seconds later, although they each claimed separate times had passed (two minutes and eighteen centuries). Both subjects expressed extreme distrust and paranoia towards one another, despite not having any prior familiarity. Detailed an experience involving "talking pizza that asked us to play a Muddy Waters song" and "a two-headed black cat the size of a Mastiff who recreated the opening scene to 'Waiting for Godot' with itself". Both subjects later recovered, with no physical harm done. Test 03: Four D-class assigned to drive for thirty minutes across a mine field. Normal transportation time observed. Fourteen mines were detonated with no damage done to vehicle or passengers. Passengers emerged arguing about the Knights of the Round table, what ingredients went into a "seahorse omelet", and whether "the flying red and yellow orbs had five talons on their mechanical claws, or six". Subjects later recovered, no physical harm done. Test 04: Five D-class and one researcher assigned to drive to the center of Betelgeuse, collect data, and return in one hour. Departed 1722, arrived .01 seconds later according to Foundation astronomers (all passengers claimed separate amounts of time had passed). Contact cut off due to solar radiation but regained 59:59 minutes later. Vehicle returned to Foundation completely intact; passengers also intact, but each suffering from various hallucinations. All team members later recovered; data acquired during mission preserved. Test 05: D-class #50050 was given SCP-093 (blue) and was successfully transported. One D-class and one researcher experienced with 093 were assigned to physically recover him via transport and return him to the Foundation. Departed 0600, arrived .01 seconds later according to D-50050, who was currently under assault by SCP-093-2. Transport team rescued D-50050, but returned with SCP-507 in tow, whom none of them could account for. Despite his prior experience, D-50050 still experienced hallucinations, albeit different types. SCP-507 also experienced hallucinations but was inclined to brush them off as "a part of the world he had just been in". Test 06: A D-class was given a head-mounted camera and asked to drive to Venus and remain for one week, cataloguing whatever she could. Departed 0700, arrived .01 seconds later (claiming it took "maybe thirty seconds"). Subject was instructed not to leave the vehicle unless otherwise authorized. Subject consumed three meals per day and drank seven liters of ice water, one liter of grapefruit juice, 250 ml of bourbon, 500 ml of beer, and one liter of sarsaparilla over the course of the week. No ill effects from Venus were recorded on transport or subject. Subject attempted to return to Foundation but "got lost and landed in a world full of water, where dragons flew and people could use magic". Subject made three more attempts to return, citing her hallucinations as detriments. Subject made landfall on an undiscovered Earth-like exoplanet, a world "filled with bacteria big enough to cast shadows over me", and a place "colored like a black-and-white film, with people who looked like Hindu gods". Video feedback confirmed all areas were not hallucinations, but subject's descriptions of them were greatly exaggerated. Further tests pending approval. Indeterminate if benefits of transportation outweigh drawbacks. Addendum-B: Included is an edited transcribed audio log found underneath one of the passenger seats. Two civilians, who have only been identified as "Traveler" (who narrates) and "Passenger", detail a majority of their experiences, giving unique insight to SCP-6149. The Foundation is currently unable to locate the two civilians for further comment or amnestisation. Personal note: "Due to the nature of their experiences, I don't think amnestics are necessary. They themselves have difficulty believing it happened—and so would I." —Sr. Researcher Bialowieski We were about a hundred-thousand miles outside the orbit of Callisto when the visions kicked in. Up until that point they hadn't been a necessity, as our current surroundings and situation brought more than enough madness and wonder. It's not every day you find yourself flitting past the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter, cosmic remains of a world we'll never know, a dead god in the Sea of Arbol. I was watching the big pervert swing his lovers around himself when things began to melt. I looked at my hand, the seats inside the van, my partner, the records, the refreshments. I looked into the surly faces of angels and demons and wonders and delights the likes of which our greatest philosophers could only dream about. Maybe I was just casting my mind back to a painting I had once seen. Things vomiting things vomiting things vomiting things. Guernica, I think. Nietzsche, you son of a bitch, I never once blinked. The hallucinations melted my foes away and I was left alone to stand victorious. I am a traveler who rides the ether, shiny and chrome in the halls of Valhalla. Of course, far out here, beyond the reach of our fellow sapients, I was not what you would strictly call alone. My passenger was sitting right next to me, a trillion miles away, grinning and rocking like a prisoner eternally cursed to sit on the carousel as it orbited twenty point six square feet of a wet rock. Horses in centrifugal motion, vertical vertigo up and down down and up eternal. He was having the time of his life and there was no way on El's green Tellus2 was I going to stop him. I swear the bastard wanted me dead. He tried to bite my El-damned arm off at least seven times…or was that me? The visions make it impossible to know, but I can't look away. There are secrets and lies and aesthetics beyond the scope of mortals, and I fear, eventually, the scope of words, or descriptions, or even experience itself. For now they are merely boiling my skull to an agreeable temperature. I'll be dead soon, unless drastic measures are taken. I stand up, lurch, flail dizzily, get knocked over, fall, the floor acquainting itself with my face. They made love for a good long while before I decided enough was enough, get a room. Man's eternal war on gravity. Luckily I had two servants who could fight back. Alley oop. Passenger: Shoulda buckled up like I told you. Traveler: Shut up. There's no friction in space. Nothing to collide into. See? Callisto's practically in another universe. Passenger: Big Zeus has lots of lovers. You'll smash into Ganymede or Io. Traveler: No I won't. Ganny and I are old friends. We trade in wine and horses. Passenger: (laughs hoarsely) Traveler: Anyway, I'm more worried about Saturn. We'll be sliced to ribbons if we're not careful. Passenger: I hate to break it to you, my friend, but those rings are full of rocks. We'll smash into those! He was right, the poor dumb bastard, but I was in no mood to play pool with the solar system. I had to act fast. Gotta get to the wheel. No time left. Only a gulf of a few million miles between us and the fury of the gods. I stumbled again. Reeling, floating, flying, falling. Damn bastard. Laughing like that. Passenger: Shoulda buckled up. This bucket's toast if I don't get up. The next thing I know I'm gripping the steering wheel like it's a rapist's throat, turning her for all she's worth. But there's no left or right in space. No interstate. Merge from nothing into nothing. No up or down, just space, only space. Hundred percent chance of imminent death. If only I had some pancakes. I could go out happy after eating some pancakes. Kit Carson's one regret was not eating enough chili. I feel you there, brother. Coming home to see you. By some miracle I don't have the words to describe, we miss Saturn by a fraction and end up facing the backside of Pluto. I hear laughter all around me, an invisible monster trying to punch its way out of the van, immersing us with its horrible, sweet freedom. Come at me, you bastards. I've been ready since I first wiped drool off my own chin. I show Charon my middle finger instead of the coin he wants and brace for the Kuiper belt. That'll be the end of us for certain. Passenger: Hey. He wants to talk to you. I see him cradling a lobster taco like it's the El-damned Pieta. Sauce and cheese melt in a waxy ooze as the visions get worse. The lettuce grows eyes, the lobster waving a microphone around, demanding that I speak now, or forever hold my peace. There's an army of well-dressed orangutans watching me, and I am an Eskimo. I look away, terrified, into the void, eminent death looming, Kuiper and Oort and the blanket of endless oblivion some dickless joker decided to call space. Traveler: Tell him to leave a message!! I lunge at the window, smashing my arms through, penetrating into the beyond. I am suddenly Luonnotar, birthing ancient wizards in a pool of knowledge. I am Krishna, telling Arjuna to shut the fuck up and murder his family. I am the loom Penelope weaves as she fights off her suitors. I am Roland, Charlemagne's champion. I am the blade that cuts off Marie Antoinette's head. Damn, what a waste. She seemed like a nice girl. The visions only get worse from there, so I buckle up. Traveler: Can't this thing go any faster?! Passenger: As your podiatrist, I advise you to push down on the thing that's next to the other thing. The brake. Traveler: Are you crazy? That'll kill us for sure! Passenger: The stars at night are big and bright, deep in the heart of Hades… Traveler: That's not how the song goes! Sing it right or I'll bite your ears off! Don't you know who I am? Passenger: Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, Mata Hari Krishna. Traveler: That's right! I'm John Mother-Loving Pemberton3! Remember my name! I lunge at him, thinking I can drive him off a cliff if I can grasp his steering wheel tight enough. Then I remember the buckle. Damn. I'd better stay where I am, I thought. I don't want to shatter to pieces again. Not this cowboy. Time and space fold out, stretch, become mere words, labels for fools, easy purchase to grab hold of. I'm not even sure we're in the same galaxy anymore. The van said it wanted to go to Monkey's Eyebrow4, but it may as well be Atlantis or Brigadoon. Hell, anything goes. Rules are the support beams that keep a house from falling on itself—and we were camping in nothing but our sleeping bags. I looked down to make sure I was at least wearing pants. Good. I'd hate to get picked up by aliens only for them to laugh at me. El-damned bastards would probably laugh no matter what, but I'll show them. You think I'm funny? Well, I think your mother's funny! My companion has sawed off enough logs to support a dozen houses. How I envy his ability to rest at a time like this. Poor dope. It would be cruel to wake him now. Maybe if the aliens are carrying lasers, though. But would I really do it? No doubt the bastard would throw me into the crossfire if it meant ten more seconds of life for him. I had to get out of this buckle before he noticed me. My hands were like duck's feet, flapping uselessly against a Gordian knot of indescribable proportion. Damn. Well, we were both in the same boat now. That poor fool buckled himself in as well, so El only knows which one of us the aliens will disintegrate first. The van saw a place where it could defecate to its heart's content, and El be blessed we could breathe the air. I didn't want to leave but you better believe I wanted to give Armstrong a piece of my mind. Here's one for you, Michael Collins, I thought to myself, before falling down flat on the surface. One giant leap, indeed. Traveler: Fuck. The rocks taste like old chewing gum. You win this round, Neil. [Edit: intermittent moments of silence, shuffling, cursing, and quick verbal exchanges between Traveler and Passenger.] Passenger: What do you think this planet's called? Traveler: We should name it. We'll go down in history! Passenger: Don't do that, man. You gotta respect the binomial nomenclature. Traveler: Ahuh. Spell it for me! Passenger: Spell what? Traveler: Binomial nomenclature. Passenger: (laughs) Do I look like I'm still in school? Let's ask the natives. Traveler: I'm naming it Fitzcarraldo. To hell with the gods. Passenger: As your step-uncle's foster child, I advise you not to fucking blaspheme. Traveler: All the worlds in our solar system are named after gods. It's time we give some other poor schmuck a chance. Passenger: What do you think the natives look like? Traveler: Could be anything for all we know. Our fiction cannot compare to what facts lie beyond that horizon. I just hope they're wearing pants. The aliens came by and spoke perfect Xhosa. Most movies just assume English is universal. It always bothered me when the aliens in Star Trek said “How do you do, good to see you”, as if the Norman invasion had been interplanetary. Star Wars got it right. Luckily my passenger was a translator of sorts. He got them to understand we were travelers, hungry and thirsty and saddle-sore. It may have been part of the visions, but they treated us well. I didn't mind the woolly mammoths so much, even if they did have an extra set of eyes. No, it was the cactus that worried me. It gave me some pretty nauseating ice cream and told me to make way for their conquest. I knew I needed to get a robot to stomp him out, or else, the Golden Girls would be doomed. And I'd never be able to live with myself in a world like that. I had to burn all the science-fiction tropes out of my mind, confront things afresh, think like an alligator. Words like Take Me to Your Leader won't work in this civilization. We move somewhere anyway, likely to be gutted and skinned and sauteed. They say human meat tastes like sweet pork. Well get trichinosis, you bastards. I read War of the Worlds, I know how things go down. We stop, they argue; about what, I couldn't say. Cooking methods. Sexual deviancy. What shape the clouds are. Hell, maybe they have elections here, too. Traveler: You can't stop here! This is Wubalu territory!! Passenger: They're gone now. I used the spray. Traveler: Oh yeah? How much of that stuff do we have left? Passenger: Enough to fill a bathtub. As your severed Siamese twin I advise you to soak yourself in it for three hours. Traveler: Hmm? You mean marinade? You wanna encourage them? Passenger: You'll come out smelling like a rotten kumquat. You'll grow knives on your fingers and teeth in your belly. They won't send their insurance agents after you in that condition. Traveler: That's a good point. Hey. Passenger: What? Traveler: You suppose they're friendly? Passenger: People are alike all over. Watch the fucking Twilight Zone. Go work in retail for a month. Fucking savages. They're the ones who belong in a zoo. Not these El-damned arthropods. Traveler: Those are woolly mammoths. Extinct on our world. Or maybe we had gone back in time. No matter. We rode on scorpions halfway through the alkali flatlands, stopping to watch a firebrand escape confinement. No astronaut feces up there, my friends. Only real genuine stars falling from grace. Wait: were we in Texas? Had we only traveled a few miles and not across dimensions of gaping reality? I had my passenger ask them for a steak. If it's one thing Texans know, it's their beef. I ended up looming over a plate of what I prayed was purple spaghetti, which tasted like car oil and made me see the truths in colors and desires. Then I took a leak and rainbows came out of me. I felt like an angel, micturating upon the world, wondering how the bacteria felt to be sprayed with such vitriol. At least there was honest gasoline in the joint. But did we really only come here for a pit stop? I stood staring at the wasteland void, the van silently profiling the universe, apathetic and apoplectic to our struggle. Monkey's Eyebrow. Traveler: You mean literally?! I was compelled to open it up and play Janice Joplin. Turned her up as loud as I could. Killed the world for the sake of short-term tinnitus. Forbade myself to play the Monkees. I never liked them. Dilettantes! Give me the Stones or the Quarrymen5 any day. I asked the aliens if they had any maps. Charles Atlas lowered his burden so I could study. Here, There, and Everywhere. Loved that song. I placed a hundred fingers on our current location and asked where the hell could I find some pancakes. Fool, you just ate. Focus. Monkey's Eyebrow. The sooner you get there, the sooner this nightmare can end. But who was I kidding? This was the greatest moment of my life. I had just eaten food not of my world in the presence of beings who resembled cacti and giant moths, and we were debating maps of worlds our current astronomers could only dream of. Well, there was no Monkey's Eyebrow here. They'd never heard of it. Join the club, brothers. Back in the van. This thing can go anywhere. Not only omnidirectional, but omnispatial, too, and that's not even limited to our own space. Oh no. Planes of existence the likes of which only Hugo Award winners understand. Dimensions and realities and times and places and esoteric realms that defy dictionaries. The cosmos at our fingertips, or at least most of it. Can't get to heaven on roller skates, the girls used to sing—or in this case, a 1968 Volkswagen van. Can't get to Hell either, but we've come damned close so far. It wants us to go to Monkey's Eyebrow, wherever or whatever that is. Gonna be difficult when you're peeling out of a world filled with mothmen and purple spaghetti. Probably gets tougher when you stare down the barrel of a hostile marble swirling topaz and amethyst. Not my choice, though. My passenger's at the wheel. What was it Tina Turner said in Beyond Thunderdome? Hell if I know. I'm almost certain my mind's been shot. Another world. We'll be dead soon. It's raining green fire and the trees have cock's wattles for leaves. I see two enormous white legs without a body trying to crack one open, while another approaches us, curious and servile. I grab for my pistol and brandish Bon Jovi's Slippery When Wet instead. Damn. But maybe music's a universal language. Passenger: Show him Boston. Bon Jovi's garbage anyway. Traveler: He doesn't have ears! How would he know the difference?! Passenger: Beethoven was deaf. Listen to the Sixth Symphony and tell me there's no difference. The bastard was right, damn him. I was about to swap but the creature just bowed, showing his guts to the whole world. Astonishing. I didn't know they made kidneys in that color. I looked around and saw myself with a hammer, helping one of the leg-creatures forcefully shove something into the tree. When did I volunteer for this, I wondered, and what does it taste like? I knew I wanted nothing to do with it, but there was no negotiating with these creatures. No ears, and no head, either. I played Boston when I got the chance and it seemed to win them over. I'd kiss that poor bastard if he wasn't making a mockery of himself. The next world had colors like spumoni ice cream, and air so intoxicating I regurgitated whatever those cockswattle trees spat out. The aliens had never seen someone vomit before and decided that I had insulted their god and sacred land. They dunked my head in iced sherbet no less than thirteen times as penance, and I came out reeking of burned-out cathode ray tubes. Their brats wouldn't stop playing with me after that, and I didn't have the energy or willpower to shoo them away. My partner hit the ground first this time, proclaiming something about dreams and reality before issuing a vulgarity I'd just as soon not repeat. It's my turn to drive next, and by hook or crook, we're going to get some El-damned chili. Passenger: Check it out. And then, the women. Lexicography fails me. I had to speak in trembling tears. Joy and exultation emanated from my face like I was the Madonna. They had to be at least thirty feet tall, only two of them, thank El, because I knew my eyes wouldn't be able to handle any more. It might have been worth it, though, and if I had to choose one last glorious spectacle before I was thrust into the void of nothing for eternity, it would be these women. By El! I stood in Gulliver's shoes beholding Brobdignagian goddesses. One had copper hair, one had gold. Skin like bleu cheese, seven eyes harsh and unforgiving, priestesses to an all-encompassing fertility mother. I could have stared at anything for the rest of my life, but I was fixated on their teeth. I knew I'd never hold it against these titanic women if they decided to eat me. Go ahead, Empresses. It would be my life's honor. Instead they lifted their skirts, each revealing a phallus as large as I was. Well. Certainly something you don't see every day. Were they transgendered, androgynous, or just naturally…that way? Gulliver never had to deal with this sort of alien anatomy. I'll bet not even Harlan Ellison, that rat pervert, could have dreamed of something like this. Well, they both had their way with me, such as it is, and my road was bliss and glory and suffering of the most envious sort. I can only imagine the torture they put my friend through. Space again. Darkness peppered with the salt of stars. I sneezed but kept my eyes on the road. He was in back, counting all the liquor. We had enough to get half of Munster drunk, food enough to feed a Super Bowl crowd, and music that no computer could count or catalog. I had to wonder what sort of fuel this thing ran on. Crystals, pyramid power, alien technology, cold fusion, dark matter. The laughter of children. The tears of peasants. Mustard. Blood. Cyanide. Those women put me through a lot. I'll never forget them. No woman on Tellus could compare, but they say our girls are easy. Little hills compared to the Kilimanjaro I'd climbed. No action like that in our universe, and I don't dare try another. Not because I don't believe there isn't anything better, but only because I don't want to spoil my soup. I'd end up a voracious pervert, carrying around a bowl with no bottom, constantly imbibing until it killed me. No, let me reach the apex; let me look out over those purple mountain's majesty on the horizon. Let me savor the smile of El and seek not higher plateaus. Let me feel joy in contentment. Hell, if Walt Whitman could do it, why not me? I'd go down trying, at least, mark my words. They were hideous the next world over. Fish that walked upright, deer antlers growing out of snake's bodies, an owl with heads where its wings should be, cruel birds with bull's horns. A mishmashed menagerie. I was almost certain the visions had stopped by now. Would we even know the difference? By El, that thought alone confined me to the van while my partner cozied up to the locals. There are only so many Pomegranate seeds you can eat before you find yourself at the Chapel O' Love standing pretty next to the Hadean sailor. Nietzsche, you adorable chunky bastard, I take it all back. I have become the monster. I could no longer discern the visions from the awful spectacle we were thrusting ourselves into. Who was I to say there wasn't a literal beast with two backs out there? Or that I only had one thumb on each hand? What in El's green Tellus was wrong with this van? Or was it the van? What if some cosmic radiation… [Edit: indistinct noises erupt. Sounds of fighting and yelling are heard. The van door opens and slams shut. Passenger is heard babbling, out of breath.] Passenger: Get us out of here, fucker! Traveler: Hold your horses, Kemosabe! What did you tell them? Passenger: I tried to tip the usher. Gave him a bottle of rum with a lime. We were out of ice. Traveler: Oh? Now there's a kingly ransom. Passenger: They think I murdered him. The crooked little cockroach was still alive when they chased me out, I swear! Now they're after my blood. I gave at the office, you freaks! Traveler: Tell him to go eat a melon. That always does the trick for me. Sleep it off. They're not allergic to water, are they? Passenger: They're gonna kill us. They'll flay all the skin off my bones and make you listen to El-damned polka music until your amygdala explodes. Don't laugh. It's a fate worse than death. Traveler: I fully believe you, my friend, only I had nothing to do with that fella's lack of teetotaling. Passenger: I was just trying to be friendly. I woulda killed for a bottle of rum three months ago. Traveler: And you probably did. Well, they can't get in here, for what it's worth. The worst they can do is roll us over a cliff. Passenger: They'll smash their way in with dynamite. They're fucking aliens, man! Who knows what all they've got. Traveler: Hmph. Damn the torpedoes. We're not going until we get some direction. The aliens couldn't hurt us in the van, not even with the fury of a hundred armies. They threw all kinds of horrific shit at us, stuff that would suck the fire out of the most bloodthirsty lieutenant. I am Thomas de Torquemada's foot, bulbous with gout. I am Genghis Khan, smoking quietly at four in the morning. I am Anne Frank, invincible, rising out of her grave to exact vengeance. They could blow up the whole world and it wouldn't change a thing. They were an ugly people and probably deserved to be left off the genome list, but I had pity for the gruesome suckers, and left them behind. I am Odysseus, setting fire to the lotus-eaters. I am Bran the Blessed, drinking deep of Dagda's cauldron. I am the tripitaka bearer who can't seem to catch a break. Passenger: The fuck is a tripitaka? Traveler: You should read more books. It's a tale as old as time. Passenger: You're more like the Tin Man. No heart inside that hollow chest of yours. Cold as steel. Just take us to Monkey's Eyebrow already. Traveler: I'm not the one wearing ruby slippers, brother. The visions are fickle, and this van is Merkavah. Passenger: Doesn't this thing have a GPS? Use the internet. Alexandria dot org6. I looked it up. Monkeys everywhere. Flying, going into space, blowing raspberries, carrying Fay Wray up the Chrysler building. If I was the Tin Man, does that make my passenger the Wicked Witch? Calm down. Settle. Time flows differently in the van. Your watch says you've been gone since the Cretaceous. Don't trust it. This is the wardrobe. The green witch and the white witch. Relax. Monkey's Eyebrow. No, it definitely wasn't a literal term. Silly. There are hundreds of monkeys in the universe. The van went through the trouble of capitalizing those two letters. It couldn't possibly be someone's name. I sneered at the vinyl of Headquarters. Davy Jones stared back, embracing his Nietzsche. I cleared my head, rubbing my eyes, defying the sand that had built up. Sand, sand. Not those Monkees. Me and Michael Collins had a destination in mind, not a man. Destination, destination. I was Odysseus, stopping at gas stations to ask for directions. Bran the Cursed. Monkey's Eyebrow. A place, a location. Foolish. Shoulda thought of that sooner. Traveler: Listen! Passenger: What? Traveler: We have to get to Monkey's Eyebrow pronto! Passenger: You figure that out on your own, or did you get Hercule Poirot to help you? Traveler: I'm Inspector Closeau, you jackass! It's a place, a locality, somewhere with X-and-Y coordinates! Passenger: Those are chromosomes, you yahoo. Traveler: Shut up. Enough with the Jonathan Swift. These aliens are eating enough babies as it is. Where the hell is Monkey's Eyebrow? Passenger: Why don't you rope Vasco de Gama in for the ride? Traveler: Would if I could. Here, take the wheel. What did you do with that map those aliens gave us? Passenger: I turned it into a coat. I turned it into a pumpkin. We're riding on a turnip across fields of dreams. Traveler: There you go with dreams again. Watch, I'll shoot us through that black hole. And here all this time I thought we'd get killed driving this thing. Passenger: Always wanted to do this. Ejaculate into nature's garbage bin. Turn up the volume, man, and play some Dio. I'm a fuckin' rainbow in the dark. I only had two hands, but I did as he asked. Why not? Every man deserves a last request. The black hole was imposing, but I had a feeling we could take it. Physics was flaunted that day, my friends, and the impossible became mundane. All the same, it felt like I was giving birth to myself, simultaneously running forwards and backwards while I spun in a circle, waiting for a knife-thrower to hit me in the jugular. I am all ten of Vishnu's avatars in a chorus line. I am a single drop of water cast into the breeze. I am Neil Simon's gizzard. I am… Fuck. It all makes sense now. Traveler: Butterflies. Butterflies everywhere. Butterflies. We were balanced precariously on the Pillars of Creation when wholesale nirvana hit me like one point oh three tons of brick and mortar. The visions, the van, my passenger, the spaghetti and the cactus. Summoning the spirit of Humphrey Bogart to help us. Dragging our bisected corpses across hot coals to meet the man behind the curtain. A dream so vivid, one can no longer distinguish between reality and falsehood. A man dreaming he is a butterfly. Fuck. Then I asked how far we had really gone. Passenger: Over the edge, compadre! We fell into it and came out the other end. Right smack into the middle of an El-damned black hole. Cajones of a titan. Traveler: Just don't forget, Saturn cut his father's genitals off. Kumarbi performed fellatio and got pregnant! And what if Metis crash-lands into Jupiter? The bust of Pallas upon my chamber door, Kemosabe! Passenger: Just get out the map. I'm tired of your games. And here I was winning a solitaire tournament. But brass tacks were required. No more lollygagging. So what if I was a butterfly? The van needed to get somewhere, and it had chosen us, though El only knows why. Luck of the draw, I suppose. Salutations, Ed McMahon, wherever you are. So, Monkey's Eyebrow. Well, what do you know. Back on Tellus. We had taken the long way around. Passenger: Fuck. Traveler: Boy, you said a mouthful. Patrick Henry himself was no less eloquent. Passenger: Now it's your turn to spell it. Traveler: Never mind, we've got to get out of here. The black hole's going to give birth to a universe if we don't hurry. Passenger: Meteor showers, baby showers. A Swift decision. Traveler: That's not funny, you psychotic. Don't you know you'll get trichinosis? Passenger: I'm a vegetarian, you know that. My meat tastes like tofu. Traveler: Now that is something I believe you know. But we're going to Kentucky, so pipe down. I am a bowling ball dreaming I'm a plate of sashimi! Passenger: What the hell's in Kentucky? Chicken, horses, Bluegrass. Don't we have a Bill Monroe album in here somewhere? Traveler: Probably. No time for that now. Brace for impact. T-minus ninety-nine seconds of beer on the wall. Dear El, Max Planck, be with us in our time of need. I didn't know where we were after that. I blinked and found myself in a diner, confronted with the villainy of a sandwich I knew I'd hate, stale coffee, and worst of all, music from three decades ago playing on a nonstop loop. Dear El, I was surrounded by old people. How did they live like this? Did they enjoy such bland mediocrity? Didn't they know there was better stuff waiting for them—even here, in this wretched hovel? Dig in the dirt deeply enough and you're gonna find a diamond. But no, they were Bunyan's muckraker, refusing to leave his shit of a world for the golden crown right above his head. I lifted up the bread a little—plain white, I think. It wasn't even toasted. I may as well be eating Styrofoam. It had El-damned tomatoes in it. Of course it did, why not. I knew, then, that I was in Hell. I looked around for Hitler and found my companion instead. Maybe I should take my chances with the sandwich, I thought. No, best to get out of here. Monkey's Eyebrow and mermaids await us. The Creature from the Black Lagoon was out there, and my friend swore she was friendly. She? What about the Gill-man, I thought. Hate me if you must, but all fish look the same to me. No lorelai, rusalka, or siren was this, my friends, but honest scales and fins and even whiskers, whiskers on an El-damned woman. Hell, I thought, it couldn't be worse than the giants. I'll bet catfish are perfectly decent companions, so long as you don't let them drink scotch. We spoke to Gill-woman about our quest. She told us to fry up one of her subjects, touch the scales, and lick the grease off our fingers. Who the hell do you think I am, lady? Taliesin? Or was it Gwion Bach? I can't keep my facts straight. Butterflies thinking they're Evel Kineval. Bowling balls waking up one morning next to Marilyn Monroe. We weren't even in the van and already the visions were playing hockey with my mind. Passenger: All right, which one? Do we just lick it or eat the whole thing? My partner was cutting to the quick while I was stuck juggling Carl Jung and Joseph Conrad. We got a nice trout who sang lullabies for us and wished us luck as we threw him out of the frying pan and into the fire. We'll be along shortly there, my minuscule friend. Just gotta touch you and see the universe. Passenger: Tastes just like regular trout. Motherfucker burned my fingerprints off. Traveler: Good, now the feds can't trace you. There's no end to all the illegal shit you'll get away with. I should have you arrested. Passenger: As the holy reflection of your innermost hate, I advise you not to eat the head or bones. We'll bury it tomorrow. He vomited and decided to do some astronomy, laying down in the grass. I went around to find Lemuria. [Edit: a long period of silence follows. The recording stops and starts intermittently.] Traveler: Fuck, did you see the size of that corgi? It was wrapped around the entire planet! Passenger: It's too early in the year for Sirius to be out. See? You can't even see Orion. Traveler: Not the stars, you dope. Look, look. See? There, a dog, circling around the world. A pooch sent into orbit that just kept on going7. Oh! It's coming over here! Stay right where you are, my friend. Dream of Andromeda and Libra. Let Ophiuchus heal you. I'm better with animals. [Edit: inaudible activity follows. Some yelping from Traveler.] Passenger: Looks like it didn't want any of your crackers. I can't say I blame the pooch. Traveler: I thought I saw a huge jellyfish on reentry. Probably the visions again. I can't tell what's real or fake anymore. [Edit: the sound of a slap is heard. Screaming and cursing follows.] Passenger: That's pain. That's real. You'll carry your scars for the rest of your life. Look deep into agony. Turn your eyes not from a fearful sight. Traveler: Hmph. Kurosawa. Good call. Look! Teeth-marks on my arm! Passenger: You were swearing you saw a marshmallow beetle crossing your arm. I had to restrain you before you chewed it clean off. Was that what happened? El only knows. And maybe none of it's real, none of it but the fire of his hand striking my cheek. El bless this mess of a human being. He is the passenger but he is also the pathfinder, whereas I… I am merely a helpless traveler, a watcher, a student attending a class he didn't pay for, sneaking in when the professor wasn't looking, stealing secrets like Prometheus. Hmph, more like Pandora if you ask me. The girl I sat next to certainly was charming. She had freckles and huge glasses that magnified the soul within, and large large buck teeth, like a beaver. She was heavyset and had a crooked nose and was a far far better person than any giant could be, and she didn't even have a dick six feet tall. By El, I was in love with her. But then the professor kicked me out, and I never saw her again. We were playing Boston when we hit the next planet. They all looked human, gray and green skin with yellow and orange. They were a warrior people, greeting us with spears and loincloths and guns ripped right out of Flash Gordon. I should have been terrified, but Brad Delp was telling me to Cool the Engines, and who was I to argue with the dead? The natives soon became entranced with our music, dancing until the album ended. I put on Appetite for Destruction, and hostility became an anachronism. Welcome to the jungle. Festivities were made in our honor, and the sweet beauty of hard rock and heavy metal was distributed to an alien culture that had once only known violence and warfare. There was food like I had never seen before, and beer, and love was spent freely, and dancing, so much dancing. These people had wanted to party for generations but never had the impetus until we came along. Kirk and Spock would've turned tail and run, but not us. The Prime Directive is truth and beauty, my friends. By El, it was glorious. [Edit: The audio log stops. When it begins again, there is another long period of silence. Background noise consisting of yawning, scratching, and burping. Passenger hums the fourth movement of Beethoven's Fifth symphony.] We had come to the last wall of our journey. The flaming mountain besieging princess Iron Fan and her father the Bull King. Charybdis and Scylla. Sobriety. What a state of mind, and no melons in sight. Agony which no mortal should be faced with. Hot needles jabbed into your skull over and over ad nauseum until your world blurs. Groaning, pain, wailing. The realization that you left your humanity behind long ago. The desire for hot drink, isolation, recuperation. My passenger was right: pain was reality, and reality was all around me, and had become a part of me. Personally, I'd rather walk across hot coals, but it kept me focused, made me drive on. Monkey's Eyebrow, but why? Why the desire to find us, take us on this strange journey, only to end up here, in all the cosmos, of all times? Come to me, Martin Heidegger, battle awaits. Help me, Auguste Comte, you're my only hope. I asked my friend to hit me again. Monkey's Eyebrow. I tried getting the van to tell me where it was but all I got was the pleasant purring sound only a '68 Volkswagen could make. We drove again. I wondered, if we did see Sirius and Orion and helped rescue Andromeda from the monster, could we follow the second star from the right and run smack into Neverland? Don't answer, my friend, don't answer. It's bad enough I'm the one driving. My lookout alerted me of a diner, and I thought to myself, finally, some pancakes. They were cooked perfectly. This was the sort of place that didn't screw around with their flapjacks. Big as the plate they put it on. Burnt just so on one side, fluffy as a pillow, the faintest hint of sweetness permeating. I didn't even add any syrup. Just butter and a fork. Well, Kit Carson, I did better than you at least. Now I can die a happy man. My friend had to ask about Monkey's Eyebrow since my mouth had entered the highest state of bliss. The waiter hadn't heard of it but one of our fellow patrons did. Gave us good directions and everything. Asked us why we were heading that way. Were we checking off every weird name in the country? Sure, pal, sure. We've already been to Cucamonga, Boring, and Walla Walla, and now we're on our way to Kissimmee. Felicitations were passed all around as I polished off my last meal and drank what was left of my milk. Final stretch. Focus now. Focus. Ignore the visions. They can't get to you in this van. The Germans made it too well. Or hell, maybe we really were driving Merkavah. Maybe El in his wisdom lent it to us so we could see truth and beauty and horror, us out of billions in the world, and now we had to give it back. And then, my companion gave me the answer in all his psychotic rambling. Passenger: As your avatar I advise you to give this flashlight to the next person you see. Not even a word. Just hand it off and move on. By El, that was it. We were in a relay race. The van's previous owner, if it had one, had dropped it off in front of us after going on their own psychedelic excursion. Now it was our turn. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take this van from point A to point B. What you do with it in the meantime is up to you. Go see the universe. Ride on scorpions. Make love to giants. Bring revolution to the masses. Offend cultures. Vomit starlight and moonbeams. Get lost. Eat pancakes. Imagine yourself as Daniel Boone's coonskin cap. You'll know when you're ready to move on. Your path will light up. Just follow the yellow brick road, and keep your pants on. We stopped. Got out. Monkey's Eyebrow. Just a humble green sign next to a road in Kentucky. They say it's the journey and not the destination you must embrace, but they couldn't understand the jubilation we felt in that moment. To know that this was real, that we were real, and we were here and alive. We too had been part of the circus of Dr. Lao. Now it was time for someone else to take the keys and continue the race. Drive, my friends. Drive where you please. Stop and go. Shove your schnozz into flowers and don't give a rip what the bees think. Make snow angels in the nude. Surf on waves of pure ether. Ride shiny and chrome in the halls of Annwyn. Get seduced by cat women and four-armed men, or whatever you're into. I wouldn't fuck a porcupine if I were you, and definitely don't trust the cactus. But take it. Take it and drive. And may El have mercy on your soul. I looked at him. He looked at me. We didn't shake hands; we didn't embrace; we merely nodded. We both understood that we had shared an experience so extraordinary, no kind of intimacy or camaraderie would ever satisfy it. And now some other unlucky soul's going to go through that same hell. I can't say I envy them, but who knows? Maybe they'll enjoy it. Maybe they'll learn something out there, in the vast limitless cosmos. Or maybe they'll just lose themselves. I guess my companion and I had a little bit of both, but this is where our story comes to a close. In our end was someone else's beginning. Right now, we were just two tired men, crossing the threshold of a road in the middle of nowhere, passing a proverbial torch along. Just two more freaks in the freak kingdom. (END AUDIO LOG) Footnotes 1. Hebrew for "chariot of God" 2. Traveler refers to God as “El” and Earth as “Tellus”, suggesting they came from a parallel world. “Arbol” is apparently their sun. 3. John Pemberton is allegedly the inventor of Coca-Cola. 4. A location in Ballard County, Kentucky, 3 km south of the Ohio River on Ky. Hwy. 473. 5. It's theorized that in this parallel world, the Beatles never changed their original band name. 6. Apparently this is their search engine equivalent of Googolplex. 7. It's highly likely he encountered SCP-2952. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6149" by Mister_Toasty, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6149. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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padding: 2vw; } SCP-6150 - Voskhod 3 Authored by TheYeIIowDucK, rewritten by Elenee FishTruck ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/6150 LEVEL 3/6150 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6150 Safe SCP-6150. Special Containment Procedures: A single guard monitors SCP-6150's containment cell. Attempts at opening SCP-6150 are forbidden. Description: SCP-6150 is a Voskhod-3KV spacecraft reentry module, bearing heavy exterior damage. Metal implements have welded all apertures on the module shut. An opaque substance covers all viewports on the inside. Occasional noises originate from the object, including metallic pounding, scraping, and muffled vocalizations, seeking help in distressed Russian or screaming. These noises subside after varying amounts of time and have not responded to any stimuli. Foundation personnel discovered SCP-6150 in an abandoned facility near the Baikonur Cosmodrome. Facility interior displayed immense fire damage. No surviving documentation from the facility or otherwise exists in Foundation custody, though a discovered spray-painted message on the entrance wall reads: ВОСХОД 31 Кодовое имя: ПОРОГ2 Addendum 6150.1: Analysis Scans of the object's interior carry inconsistent results. See attached images. Footnotes 1. "VOSKHOD 3": Pertaining to a thought-unflown space mission, abandoned for lacking visible showmanship compared to NASA's Project Gemini, after power transfer in the Soviet Space Program between Sergei Korolev and Vasily Mishin. 2. "Codename: THRESHOLD": Context unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6150" by TheYeIIowDucK, rewritten by Elenee FishTruck, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6150. Licensed under CC-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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Check out more of my ramblings! Item#: 6151 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6151 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6151 has been transferred to the Staff break room of the Miami Walmart Supercenter. While civilian interaction with SCP-6151 is banned, members of Stationary Task Force Kappa-51 (“Always Low Prices”) are encouraged to patronize the object if not considered a risk to their mental wellbeing. All communications regarding SCP-6151 to PoI-792 ("Martin Greaze") are to be headed by Dr. Kensing, and occur on an at least bimonthly basis to ensure proper containment. Description: SCP-6151 is a hotdog vending machine of a previously unknown brand, which spontaneously manifested in the Miami Walmart Supercenter following an extended period of detente between the SCP Foundation and Greazeburger Incorporated. All buttons on SCP-6151 display the word 'Greaze', as well as a variable cost between $2.50 and $2.75, although testing has shown no difference in anomalous effect nor taste between each option. When the appropriate amount of currency is inserted into SCP-6151 and a button is pressed an outwardly non-anomalous hotdog will be dispensed, despite this being mechanically impossible..Internal imaging shows the inside of SCP-6151 is composed of haphazardly placed mechanical parts, a car battery, flesh and GreazeburgerTM Legally Distinct Void Byproducts. Upon consumption, the consumer will fall unconscious for approximately 15 seconds, with no other adverse physical side effects following reawakening. The subject (Henceforth referred to as SCP-6151-1) will experience extreme time dilation during this, recording the period to last anywhere between several weeks and millennia, with a median experienced time of 14 years. During this, SCP-6151-1 instances report extended conversations with a figure claiming to be Martin Greaze, largely focusing on Greazeburger Incorporated and lessons in business management. Addendum: Communications between Foundation and PoI-792. Interviewer: Dr. Kensing Interviewee: PoI-792 ("Martin Greaze") Context: Following manifestation and preliminary testing of SCP-6151, contact was opened with Greazeburger Incorporated via SCP-5921 to deduce the origin and intent of the item. <Begin log> Dr. Kensing dials his personal number into SCP-5291. His phone fails to ring, instead immediately going to voicemail, while PoI-792 picks up the phone from an unknown, presumed extradimensional, location. PoI-792: Welcome to the 24/7 Greazeburger Hotline - bringing your humors to the modern consumers. How can I help? Kensing: Could I speak to uh… Martin? PoI-792: Universe? Kensing: What? PoI-792 sighs audibly. PoI-792: Nevermind, forgot how much of a pain you lot were. Kensing, right? Kensing: Right. PoI-792: One moment! The sound of somebody attempting to hum Jazz music begins to play through the phone. It is discordant, and Dr. Kensing instinctively pulls the phone away from his ear in self-defence. Approximately 35 seconds later, it abruptly stops and a user returns to the other end of the phone. Of note, it is the same voice as the start of the call. PoI-792: Alright, Martin here. What's up? Kensing: What's up with the brand new hotdog machine? PoI-792: That's a new thing we cooked up recently. Profits have been through the roof since you started giving us 40% of yours, so we decided to lend a hand with the GreazeburgerTM Refreshment and Reeducation Nutrition dispenser. Kensing: How did you do that? PoI-792: Do what? Kensing: How the hell did you manage to say Greazeburger superscript TM out loud? PoI-792: I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer. Kensing: I… Dr. Kensing groans loudly. Kensing: Just… the hotdog machine. We gave one of ours a hotdog and they went mad. What's up with that? PoI-792 tuts. PoI-792: I tried to teach him. Really did, but he just wasn't getting the basics. Buy High. Sell Low. Australian school economics. The classics. We must have been there for hours. Kensing: D-53289 reported being in there for well over three decades. PoI-792: By Seamus, you and your time. Whatever. Decades. It's a simple idea - you lot finally listen to me and start this little joint taking off thanks to the eternal power of my Greazisms, you make more money, slide your dues my way, everyone wins. Maybe you'll even pick up a thing or two along the way. Anyway, I've got some big stuff on the way so I'm gonna have to dip. Everything's coming up Greaze, baby. And just remember - you can't spell Greaze without EZ! In the interest of gaining a deeper understanding of Greazeburger Incorporated's business model, consumption of SCP-6151's hotdogs by members of Kappa-51 specially trained in sensory deprivation and diplomatic skills. Key information is available to level-3 staff and above. Addendum 2: Notable results of exploratory studies "There's a lot to learn from other corporations too - there's that one soda company in your dimension that had the right idea. Took a lot of inspiration from that when creating GreazeburgerTM Diamorphine Drink." - Martin Greaze, on Coca Cola and Heroin. "I'm still not over your unnecessary attachment to Euclidean geography. Do you have any idea how many more shelves you could fit in here if you just expanded into another dimension or two?" - Martin Greaze, on expanding Walmart operations. "I don't get all the hype around them to be honest. Greazeburger Incorporated bought the rights to the idea of ███████ years ago. Best investment we ever made and way before some guys online." - Martin Greaze, on Non Fungible Tokens. Attempts by the Foundation legal department to transcribe or conceptualize ███████ without litigation by GoI-792 are ongoing "What do you mean they took it out in 1929?" - Martin Greaze, also on Coca Cola. "Now Seamus was an American hero that knew what was up. Had no time for all this union and human rights business. Knew it was his Seamus-given right to do whatever the hell he wanted because he thought of it first. Brings a tear to my eye. Lot of folks don't get that nowadays." - Martin Greaze, on Entrepreneurship. "Hold on - you don't even make them pay rent?" - Martin Greaze, on containment of humanoid anomalies. Following extensive testing over a period of several weeks, Dr. Kensing was contacted by PoI-792 on his personal phone while on leave, an event deemed significant as the first contact initiated on behalf of Greazeburger Incorporated rather than the Foundation. Kensing: Hello? PoI-792: Welcome to the 24/7 Greazeburger Hotline - where yesterday’s flesh is now suddenly fresh! How can I help you? PoI-792 hesitates. PoI-792: Wait fuck, I've already used that one. Give me a second… Kensing: Martin? PoI-792: The one and only! Well, that isn't really true, but what's a little extra-universal duplication among friends. Kensing: What. PoI-792: What. Approximately 5 seconds of silence follow. PoI-792: Anyway, just wanted to do a little check up on the old hotdog machine. Profits are through the roof thanks to it! The people seem to love it! Kensing: I… we can't have used it more than a dozen times. PoI-792: Exactly! Twenty Three dollars and 25 cents! Best quarter this dimension's had since GreazeburgerTM Handmade Bubonic Plague went viral 700 years ago. Kensing: You're… welcome? PoI-792: Pleasure doing business with you. Keep this up and I'm sure we'll end up with something profitable. Both for your Foundation, and for you. PoI-792 winks..Despite the medium of interview being a voice call, both Dr. Kensing and transcribers insist that PoI-792 winks. Kensing: I- Kensing: Thank you? PoI-792: Alright, Greazeburger out. And remember, you can't spell Greaze without EZ! The phone hangs up. Kensing: What the fuck just happened. Following this interview, 25 cents were deposited from an unknown source into Dr. Kensing's primary bank account. The reason for this is unknown. With thanks to LORDXVNV, Mooagain, Phantom8 and Fantem for crit. Merry Christmas 2021! |
SCP-6152 | euclid | She who waits alone among the Sakura trees Item#: 6152 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo IMPORTANT: By order of the SCP-6152 project lead, and approved by Director Iahama of Site-33, this file has been re-structured. The following text must be read to access the main file. Addendum 1 - Text of SCP-6152-2 Page 1. I was bleeding under a Sakura tree. Another fox attacked me for my white fur, and my only defence was the distance my young paws could carry me. Back then I could not speak, or really think. I did not understand kindness, gratitude, or love. I knew only fear, panting, pressed against the reddening wood of the Sakura tree. Then gnarled hands held stitched silk to my wound. She gave me a gift better than life or my name. Her hobbled figure taught me what no one else could; The stitchwork feeling of human love. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal This piece is written somewhat differently from later pages. It is very visceral and lacks detail. While later pages are far from scientific, the focus for the first three pages is considerably harder to track. These first three pages, and the fourth page, were all written roughly simultaneously. Given the later text I suspect these are the recollections of a non-anomalous fox. Albinism, like that of the subject, is incredibly uncommon in Hokkaido foxes. Such white foxes are believed in traditional Japanese mythology to be messengers of the moon god. Page 2. I remember her brightest smile. A special gift only for me, something that even I could understand. The forest was ours alone. Her wooden den, tucked between great trees at the outskirts of town. My burrowed home, right beneath it. The trees formed a green cloak so thick it could hide us from the sky itself. In their shadows, even I could hunt. It was my home, and in a way I didn’t understand, my happiness. She called me to give me that smile. I barely noticed the big men with bigger axes, or even heard the gasps and shouts. There was only the moment of hope that I could make her happy too. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal A note here on translation. The old woman's 'den' almost certainly refers to the building mentioned later. The implication in the original text is something very similar to a burrow. However, it is clear to me that this old lady must've lived in the later-mentioned shrine or an attached cottage. This can be explained if these are still the recollections of a non-anomalous fox, viewed in retrospect. Regarding the final paragraph, I would like to advance a hypothesis. I believe the men may have been sent to destroy the shrine. The sudden appearance of a white fox, given the mythological significance of the animal, may have shown some 'divine favor' in the eyes of the men. This would explain the gasps and this being the old woman's 'brightest smile'. My theory is just conjecture. I believe the purpose of this piece is probably to convey a state of happiness. Page 3. She died how I wanted her to, under a Sakura tree. Her bony arms stroked my white fur, growing gradually slower. Her head drifting down, heavy with the weight of a life well spent. Her drooping smile burnt itself into even the short memory of a fox. But her death was not how I wanted it. I felt her warmth fade and knew with animal certainty she would not be back. Her hand stopped moving, the sensation slipped away. With my second tail came a terrible new clarity. Her slumped body was my realization that I had ceased to be a fox, that I had become her equal, that I could finally truly feel. I looked on the woman I loved, and with growing hatred for the cruel gods, I realized our paths had never truly crossed. After all, I don’t even know her name. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal I take this as confirmation of my theory that the SCP entity had not yet 'matured.' I believe the moment of the old woman's death is the moment SCP-6152 began anomalously developing human-level intelligence. If the entity cared for the old woman as I believe, through the memories of its form as a normal fox, it would surely have wanted to at least speak with her; thus 'her death was not how I wanted it.' The team have advanced several theories about the gaining of 'tails'. Junior researcher Jeremiah has posited SCP-6152 may be a 'life vampire,' as it seems to gain 'tails' only when somebody dies. Others say it is a trauma reaction. I believe that a tail is gained when a major lesson is learned. In Japanese folklore, a fox spirit gains tails in proportion to their wisdom. Taking this theory, the entity may have come to understand loss. I think the line 'Her drooping smile burnt itself into even the short memory of a fox' signifies that moment in the fox, catalyzing its development into an anomalous entity. Page 4. I met a helpful man among the Sakura rows. His name is Asai. The trees had been beaten into neat columns now. Humans kept only the Sakura; I think to brighten the dead pavement that grew ever deeper into my forest. The Meiji fever had even cost me her little wooden shrine, leveled so they might lay ever more dumb square rocks. I feel in him stitchwork silk-wrapped hands. He has given me a human gift so wondrous it makes a billion pavement stones worthwhile. He has taught me how to defeat time, to never forget another feeling. I am a fox- in my head, things cannot last. He sits next to me, teaching me how to make memories forever on thin tablets of the Sakura tree. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal In 'Meiji fever' we have our first clue as to the time of writing. It's unclear how long the gap between pages 3 and 4 is, but as of page 4, we can guess at a time period. Using carbon dating we have a potential time period between ~1890 and ~1920, lining up roughly with the late Meiji restoration. The entity's focus on learning to write is interesting. The entity likens its own memory to that of a fox. The oldest recorded wild fox in Japan was fifteen years old at the time of capture. If we picture how well an eighty-year-old human can remember something from when they are twenty, then a fox might have that level of memory degradation when they are twelve. That would explain the entity's need to maintain a diary, and the importance it places on this diary in later pieces. It is also notable that she likens this new 'Helpful man' to the old lady. The SCP seems to trust Asai almost instinctively, like a second coming of the unconditional kindness it perceived when originally saved as a fox. Page 5. It is a strange human world- I think I understand why it needs Sakura trees. He talks about drab streets in a place called Manchukuo, of businesses and holdings he has there. Apparently, the world is full of people with big noses and small cultures, and they don’t like us. I do not mind, I prefer the game. He plays it often now- he will sit next to me, and inch closer. He means to catch me with surprise, but I am always faster, I escape because I am a fox. It frustrates him that he cannot beat me- I laugh. That is why humans keep them. When everything is replaced by dead cobblestone, even the sun isn’t warm, unless it is spraying dapple through a Sakura tree. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal We can now narrow our timeframe again. The Japanese puppet state of Manchukuo was created in 1932, so this page must have been written at some point after that date. The comments made by Asai, the 'helpful man,' are roughly consistent with Japanese education and propaganda of the time. We can assume he will continue to be a shaping influence on her from here on, acting as a somewhat biased 'tutor.' Asai's comments indicate he comes from a family of some repute. My research has failed to find anything conclusive about the man. There are several 'Asai' families to which it could apply. At the time, Japanese society had strong expectations that young men and women marry, although rarely for romantic reasons. I suspect it is possible Asai was under such pressure. Alternatively, he may simply not have been a bachelor. If this is the case, it would have made him hard to find during my unsuccessful research. Page 6. He is an idiot, a fool, to dare to stumble in drunk under my Sakura trees! His feet were heavy, and his breath stank. I didn’t remember him to be so dumb, or so vulnerable, cloaked in a warm summer night. He muttered about failures in the war, about money lost, and he muttered about me. “Why do you never give back?” he asked me- sake fire on his breath. I asked him what he meant. “I do everything for you!” He demanded “You need to do more than take!” I feel his hot hands still- he grabbed the side of my face- he pulled me in to kiss him. I hit him. I ran. I am angry, but I am afraid, because I have not seen him since. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal His reference to 'failures in the war', and the knowledge that he had holdings in Manchukuo, indicate this piece was probably written during the late second world war. It is possible he is referring to damage caused by Chinese partisans, but it seems more likely he is referring to American victories which began to seep into the Japanese public consciousness in 1944 and 1945. This gives us our most precise date yet. I believe the entity never considered that he might have an ulterior motive to helping her. This may stem from a misconception that he is a 'purely good' person, born of her interactions with the old woman. As she was a fox at the time, she could not have identified any motivations in the old woman but kindness. This may have set up their confrontation. Returning to my theory on tails, I posit that it is this belief is the impetus for the next lesson she learns and its associated tail. Page 7. I am writing in the ash of my Sakura trees. So many of my trees were broken- blasted- burnt- I thought I did not have the heart to put it to memory. Yet, I use their ash to write this, because I found a truer heartbreak. He ran to warn me. Fire, he said. I saw his uniform first- he would never let it get that messy. I was afraid. With him came the bombs. I showed him my tails- I wrapped him in my biggest self- hid him behind fur and snarled vengeance at fire. But I was burning with those trees. When their wood was gone, I would be gone too. Yet I am alive, and he is not. The smoke killed him, I pray. Held to his still heart, he had my wooden memories. It is the only splinter of the Sakura tree unburnt. It is because of him that I am alive. With the horrible realisation that after his foolishness, he died for me, my third tail grew. How could I ever have wished this knowledge upon him. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal I find this piece disturbing. It was written in ash, and only later painted over with ink. Regardless, it is also informative. American bombing raids did not intensify to the level described until early-mid 1945, narrowing the time of writing to a period of a few months. SCP-6152 depends on the presence of sakura tree wood to live. We can surmise that the entity survived the firebombing attack only because it was drawing its 'life' from the small booklet we are currently reading. While Asai likely did not understand what he was doing, in this sense, he offered his life to save the entity. It is unclear exactly how he died- our main theories are heatstroke, smoke inhalation, or that the sheer size of the fox suffocated him. The entity then also acquires another tail. Jeremiah contends this is evidence of 'life absorption,' as progress seems to match death again. However, I believe that in understanding that Asai wanted something from her, but still cared about her enough to die for her, she learned a lesson. Page 8. I was so afraid. He had a walking tooth of sharp metal. His wagon screamed. His face was hard. For a man, he was too big. He grabbed me in burly hands, and in his great chuckle, I felt hunger. I was so terribly afraid. Americans eat babies. They rape women. They kill men. They do not know mercy- they are monkeys- to them, we are not people. What else could I think when they erased my helpful man as a matter of mathematics. They never gave him the honor of even drawing his blade. If I'd had the strength to change into a woman, I would not have done it. I was too afraid. They called him Greer; what could such a savage name do to me. So he took my wood-bound memories from my teeth, and carried me along. He fed me food I did not need, and laughed at my attempts to flee. I was pitiful. And he took me across the sea. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal This was written sometime after the story it describes. According to an analysis of the ink, pages 8, 9, and 10 were all written at the same time. The American occupation of Japan lasted from 1945 to 1949, so the story probably took place during that time period. Following this piece, I did some reading into Japanese attitudes towards Americans during the war. What struck me was the strength of Japanese propaganda, and how completely Japanese citizens believed that Americans would very literally eat children. Given that Asai was the entity's only information source until now, it's clear that these prejudices were deeply ingrained into her. I want to draw particular attention to the line 'as a matter of mathematics.' Post-war, many Japanese officers complained that the American way of war was 'wise' but dishonourable. Essentially that the Americans would not stand and have a fair fight, defeating them by bypassing strong points or bombarding them from positions of safety. I believe she took issue not just with Asai's death, but its nature. The American is one 'Samuel Greer' of whom we have record. Given the very low volume of sakura wood available to the entity, I assume she was unable to shape-shift. Hence, it seems that Greer adopted what he must have believed was simply a very strange Hokkaido fox. Page 9. He kept me as a pet. I could not talk- could not protest- I was too small to rend him with my teeth and claws. I was forced merely to live, while up on the mantlepiece, to be cooed over by his American wife, he kept my memories. I bit him many times, but he did not strike me. He simply laughed, though his blood tasted sweet. One day, he read my memories. He had a Japanese person here. She translated it. I will never forgive him for what he did that night. When we were alone, he saw me staring at the book. I cannot take it from my mind- the way he stared- the way he stepped closer to me- the way his fists balled tight- The way he began to cry. I hate him because he is an American, and he regretted what he'd done. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal Given Greer's sudden change from happy pet owner to crying, Greer truly did not know he was kidnapping a sentient being when he adopted the entity, nor when he confined her for years after. Given his response, he must have been something of a humanitarian. We know that Samuel Greer moved back to the USA after doing a tour of occupation in 1949. Beyond that, we cannot specifically date this story, but we presume it happened at some point in the fifties. Page 10. He made for me trees of Sakura wood, and learned for me my tongue. If all Americans are rich, then why does his wife look so sullen. When first the petals bloomed I too bloomed into my full form. My mouth still had fangs, so I spoke to him with my claws. When my teeth were about to dig into his fragile neck, he said in drawling Japanese; "I'm sorry- you were just a fox. Forgive me in death." "I am still a fox." I say, and try to sink my teeth into the prey. Among the trees he planted for me, I cannot slaughter him, for I cannot bear that another might die for me. To offer his life was too Japanese. I see in him a helpful man. He lets me write this, and I will never let him read it. I am trapped still- for trees cannot walk- and Americans do not speak Japanese. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal The first note here is that Greer provides the entity with new sakura wood, effectively increasing the power she has access to, and allowing her to shapeshift again. Foundation obtained financial records show he made these purchases in the late 50s, assuming some time for the trees to grow, we can imagine this was written around 1960. SCP-6152 is capable of changing her size. I believe that when the text describes 'growing' to her full form, she is describing entering the enlarged state she was in when she was captured. This state is more than physically capable of overpowering a grown man. I am unsure whether her refusal to kill Greer is truly based on her projecting Asai onto him. Given her later actions, I believe she may just have a strong aversion to killing. There are a multitude of potential reasons for this. Pages 10, 9, and 8 were all written at once, presumably in the writing session described at the end of the piece. Page 11. How quickly I took to a married man, who stole me across the ocean, and displayed my very soul upon his mantlepiece. In the arguments he had with her, I heard a helpful man. On his dirt-covered hands, as he planted my spring-blossom forest, I felt a helpful man. With his assurances he would not leave me in a foreign land even as his world crumbled, I knew a helpful man. It took her but a year of my whispered backroom Japanese and his soul-filled Sakura tree labor to leave. He did not follow her, and I saw standing there a helpful man. I wrapped him in my tail and bit his lip with harmless human teeth. I held him close to me. I wanted to take my helpful man into me. But my helpful man had choked on the smoke of American war. I let the American go. My helpful man is dead. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal It appears that Greer kept the presence of the entity a secret from his wife, Maria Farmer. In 1961, Maria Farmer divorced Samuel Greer, claiming that he was having an affair. At the time divorce was only legal when proof of infidelity was present. Miss Farmer submitted a photo of Greer with SCP-6152 during a court case as part of this proof. From the text, it appears that things never actually got that far, but between the constant presence of an unseen female in the house and Greer's sudden change in behaviour, her conclusion is understandable. This piece was probably written around the time of the divorce proceedings. Her inability to forgive Greer is unfortunate given his eventual fate. Staff are advised to avoid the topic. I cannot blame her for what happened to him. We all struggle to forgive people sometimes, even when our reasons for being angry in the first place are poor. Still, except as a husband, I can hardly fault the man. It is a tragedy. Page 12 My Sakura petals are turning red. He seeps into them- his body broken against the tree. It is terrible, that Americans have so little subtlety. Exploding sticks and exploding heads, so loud, so hard to ignore. I hate Americans. I have killed a hundred birds. So why, when I see death written on a scrappy white strip, can I not stop shaking. 'I'm sorry. Maybe now you can forgive me.' By some trick of America, he left me my freedom. He gave me this new place. Why did he write me as his wife, when he must only have sought me as a mistress? Why do the corridors of this place feel so hollow? Why do a hundred birds hunted free taste like nothing at all? I have learnt from him the most terrible lesson. As I understood the bang in the garden, my fourth tail sprouted. I have learnt the awful cost of living only among memories of Sakura wood. How could I have been such a fool. My petals will never be white again. Literary Analysis Close Analysis by Doctor Hannah Forder, Semi-Formal In August of 1961, Samuel Greer committed suicide with a Winchester rifle. He shot himself in the head. The coroner blamed the divorce. There was ruled to be no suspicious circumstances. It seems clear to me that in reality, his rejection by this woman, and his inability to forgive himself for the things he did for her were the real cause. Greer and the entity would have lived together for at least a year when this was written. In his will, Greer wrote that he had had a 'secret marriage,' and bequeathed his considerable estate to her. He passed over several relatives to give the estate to her. This was likely a final attempt to 'set things right.' We return again to my theory. Here, the lesson would be about the importance of learning to forgive people. I believe her own failure to forgive Greer ultimately killed him. The suicide note was photographed by the police, so we can confirm the text. I admit, seeing the reality of it moved me. His handwriting was quite messy. He wrote in Japanese. From the coroner's report, the permanently red petals on the Sakura trees at the estate are where Greer shot himself. The colouration is anomalous and permanent. Please Confirm ID to access main file ID 7e26e380ca8f7c5c12a0670b07a91d95_1734915981 PASSWORD ae828322000c77521414ce67133ea3e6_1734915981 Login Logout Access Granted Item#: 6152 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP Number: 6152 Special containment procedures: All Staff working with SCP-6152 must read Addendum one in its entirety before interacting with SCP-6152. Failure to do so will result in docked pay. The ‘Penny-Valley Estate’ is considered a secondary Foundation site, run under the guise of absentee ownership. No less than two staff members are to be present in the Penny-Valley house at any given time. All such staff members must be educated and equipped to take care of 'Prunus Serrulata' sakura trees, and have some vocational training in the running of greenhouses. SCP-6152 is contained in a small outbuilding within the main greenhouse. This building is furnished with all necessities for healthy living. The greenhouse is seventy-two meters long, twenty-one meters wide, and eleven meters high. All exterior panels must be bulletproof. Two rows of mature SCP-6152-1 instances should be maintained inside. They must be checked for damage and maintained daily. Under no circumstances may an SCP-6152-1 instance be removed from the greenhouse in any form. SCP-6152 is allowed to roam the estate grounds but must be screened before leaving the greenhouse complex. Under no circumstances is SCP-6152 allowed to possess any item made of sakura tree wood. Description: SCP-6152 is a shape-shifting anomaly. It has two forms. Firstly, an albino Hokkaido fox with four tails, theoretically a ‘Kitsune’ from traditional Japanese mythology. Secondly, a twenty-five-year-old woman of Japanese descent, identifiable through naturally white body hair. When surprised, drunk, or willful, SCP-6152 can also be seen as possessing the ears, tail, or canine teeth of a fox. All that is known about SCP-6152’s further anomalous properties is extrapolated from the text of SCP-6152-2 and Japanese mythology. It is suspected that SCP-6152 has access to a form of pyro-kinesis, by extensive mythological accounts. SCP-6152 also possesses the ability to change the size of its fox form to at least one that is 8 meters high, and 14.8 meters long. SCP-6152 relies on the presence of Prunus Serrulata, or Japanese cherry blossom trees, to survive. These trees become SCP-6152-1 instances. The flowers of any such tree will be colored a natural white, identifying it as an instance. The only exception is the fourth tree of the second row, some of which's petals have taken a permanent blood-red tinge. SCP-6152’s vitality is directly proportional to its distance from the wood of a sakura tree, living or dead. It does not need to eat or breathe. When contained, SCP-6152 had in its possession a small booklet, henceforth SCP-6152-2. SCP-6152-2 consists of twelve sakura wood plates inscribed with traditional Japanese calligraphy, constituting a sort of diary. The inscriptions were apparently written by SCP-6152. They describe impactful memories of SCP-6152 and focus on conveying the emotion of a given moment. Carbon dating shows SCP-6152-2 is roughly 80 years old. Addendums Addendum 1: Full text of SCP-6152-2 See full text above. Addendum 2: Record of containment _ + Initial Incident, September 6th 1961- Close Initial Incident, September 6th 1961. Following the death of Samuel Greer, lawyers found anomalies in the transfer of property. Suspecting foul play, the police were dispatched to perform a preliminary interview at the request of Maria Farmer. Officers Paul Hansen and Zachary Heatherford were sent. Both were veterans of the Pacific War. The officers encountered a woman matching the description of SCP-6152 residing at the property. The interview was recorded. What follows are extracts chosen by Foundation analysts. … Officer Heatherford: "Are you Mrs Greer? Or misses?" SCP-6152: "I like my old name, I am-" Heatherford: "I'm not good with Japanese. I'll call you misses Greer." … … SCP: "I live with him after Maria leaves." Officer Hansen: "So around eight months?" SCP: "Yes." Hansen: "Did anybody see you together?" SCP: "It is hard to leave the house. If I go far, I do not feel well, and must come back. We went to town sometimes." … … Heatherford: "So- why would Greer kill himself if he had you?" SCP: "I- …" Hansen: "It's a bit of a step-down. Maria said he wasn't so bad until the tree thing." Heatherford: "Miss Farmer aside, isn't his death convenient for you? Japs top themselves a lot, maybe you know something." SCP: "Greer dying was bad. I do not want him to be dead." Heatherford: "You can't even go to town. You really don't want to lose this house, do you, miss 'Greer'?" SCP: "I cannot leave this place." Heatherford: "And you'd do anything to stay, I'm sure." … The officers attempted to take SCP-6152 back to the station for further questioning. The situation escalated. Two minutes later, an emergency call for backup was made by officer Hansen, reporting one officer wounded or killed. Neighbours report that seven shots were fired. A patrol car arrived at the Penny-Valley estate. Officer Heatherford had been badly mauled with a severe laceration on his upper right bicep. He would permanently lose the use of his right arm as a result of this injury. The officers were recovered and taken for emergency treatment. A later interview with the officers indicated that small arms fire had harmed but not impeded the entity. Officer Hansen reported the fox began to bleed when fired upon, but did not flinch or struggle to move. This is consistent with the resilience of very large animals to small-arms fire. _ + Containment, September 10th 1961- Close Containment, September 10th 1961. Senior police elements alerted the Foundation to the incident on September 8th. In the following two days, a Foundation task force was gathered, appropriating elements of the US National Guard that had previously worked with the Foundation. Two M48A1 'Patton' tanks were deployed with this group. An extract from the instructional memo read 'Use force as a motivator, not a solution.' Foundation elements arrived at 1:32 PM. Field agent 'Handler Greggor', in overall command, approached the house alone and unarmed. Agent Greggor was fluent in Japanese. Agent Greggor successfully opened a dialogue with the entity in Japanese, but apparently reached an impasse. In his report, agent Greggor described the entity as 'afraid' of him and claimed it looked repeatedly at the armed units through the window. In an attempt to apply pressure, agent Greggor ordered his forces to advance on the home. The SCP entity panicked, fleeing the building and retreating to the sakura trees in the yard. Agent Greggor capitalised on this situation, moving his tanks around the building and into line of sight of the entity. SCP-6152 then took its fox form. It growled loudly, making verbal communication difficult. Field units were unshaken. Agent Greggor made particular note of the morale benefit of tanks in his report. He also made specific note of the fear looking at such a large predator evoked. Despite being repeatedly approached, SCP-6152 did not attack, calming over time. Dialogue was re-opened after a seven-minute standoff. In his report, agent Greggor notes that he determined that the SCP was non-violent. He wrote: It asked me about how officer Heatherford was doing, although it didn't know the name. This was when I realised we were going to be able to talk it down. I determined that it was interested in his familial situation, and by this concluded it regretted hurting him. During the entire discussion, the creature felt emotionally off-balance. At one point it said 'It is a terrible thing to have somebody die, and a worse thing to have somebody die for you.'. Discussion continued for several hours. While the entity would not attack, it also would not cooperate. Relocating the entity was deemed too difficult. Thus, it was decided that the Penny-Valley estate would serve as a temporary containment site. During this temporary containment, it was found that SCP-6152 was bound to SCP-6152-1 for its vitality. As a result, the temporary site became permanent. Since 1962 the current containment procedures have been in force, with the goal of ensuring SCP-6152 cannot access a mobile SCP-6152-1 instance with which it could preserve its vitality while escaping. Addendum 3: Memo by Director Iahama _ + Memo By Director Iahama- Close It has been brought to my attention that there have been some complaints about the restructuring of this file. The request to restructure this file was made by the current project lead. Apparently, some researchers who interacted with SCP-6152 spoke somewhat too liberally, causing distress to the subject. While I do not personally understand how reading these pieces will 'promote cross-cultural understanding,' I do understand that it is not my job to understand everything. Any complaints should be addressed to the project lead, not to me. They have my full confidence, whoever they may be right now. I am aware that Doctor Hannah Forder has been removed from the project for disciplinary reasons. I do not intend to remove her analysis. I have been assured it is poignant and accurate. Her violation of Foundation policy regarding the use of an SCP entity's 'name,' and referring to it not as an 'it' but a 'she' is in my opinion a minor one. She was transferred more for her own good than because her opinions are 'dangerous.' Any complaints regarding this should also be directed to the project lead. Director Iahama. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Alone with the Sakura Trees" by LordReacon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6152. Licensed under CC-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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border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Item#: 6153 Level4 Secondary Class: florgalana Disruption Class: chaya Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6153 has become deeply seeded in human culture and as such containment has been deemed unnecessary. Instead, resources are to be used to prevent knowledge of SCP-6153's true nature from being realized by discrediting individuals who attempt to reveal such. Although such widespread knowledge of an anomaly would typically credit an Amida disruption classification, the widespread disbelief in its anomalous properties prevents the knowledge from being disruptive, earning the Chaya classification. SCP-6153-B instances measuring a -15 to -20 on the Tyche Radiation scale currently in containment are to be immediately terminated, with SCP-6153-B-related events being completely covered up or having information regarding them mildly edited based on severity. Description: SCP-6153 is the designation given to a widespread phenomenon affecting the outcomes of actions taken by approximately 19.2% of the population, SCP-6153-A and SCP-6153-B instances. This phenomenon is measured in Tyche Radiation using the TEQ and the current known maximum and minimum are +40 and -40 respectively. Lower TR indicates negative outcomes and higher TR indicates beneficial outcomes relative to the perspective of the SCP-6153-A or SCP-6153-B instance. Discovery: Although the SCP-6153 phenomenon is widely known and ingrained in human cultural and religious practices, SCP-6153 was not classified until 8/19/1982, when the inherent anomalous properties of SCP-6153 were discovered. SCP-6153 has a notable connection to the concept of luck (ie, people with higher or lower amounts of Tyche radiation typically believe in luck, and vice versa) but it is unknown what the relation to the phenomena is. Testing Logs: Test 6153-1 Procedure: An SCP-6153-A instance with an ambient Tyche level of 11 is placed within a standard testing chamber and given a pair of die. The subject is then to roll the pair 10 times and record the total score. Results: The subject gained a total score of 90, with 5 of the rolls being doubles sixes. Of note is during the test, the subject never rolled a one. Analysis: SCP-6153 seems to affect games and toys. More experimentation involving -A and -B instances is required. Test 6153-2 Procedure: An instance of SCP-6153-A with an ambient Tyche Radiation level of +6 is instructed to play a simulated casino slot game on a supplied terminal. Results: Subject opened the game on the supplied terminal, and proceeded to get the jackpot Analysis: SCP-6153's effects extend to digital games Test 6153-2-B Procedure: An instance of SCP-6153-B with an ambient Tyche Radiation level of -16 is instructed to play a simulated casino slot game on a supplied terminal. Results: As the subject opened the terminal, it immediately detonated with an explosive force of 4.184×10 to the ninth joules, destroying the chamber and a section of the surrounding site. Analysis: Testing with SCP-6153-B instances is to be conducted within a high-security protective chamber. Test 6153-3 Procedure: 2 individuals are placed in separate chambers and instructed to complete a standard 3x3x3 Rubik's Cube within 15 minutes. Subject 1 is an instance of SCP-6153-A with an ambient Tyche Radiation of +9, while Subject 2 is an SCP-6153-B instance with an ambient Tyche Radiation of -18. Both subjects have no prior experience with Rubik's Cubes. Both subjects are placed into their chambers, and the timer is started. Results: 14 seconds in, Subject 1 solves the cube. Later interview revealed that the subject turned the cube in the correct order to solve it in the most efficient way possible, demonstrating unusual levels of hand dexterity. Subject 2 struggles with the cube for the following 14 minutes and 54 seconds before the vent covering falls on the subject's head knocking him unconscious. Later investigation revealed that the vent had been in a state of severe disrepair for the past 3 years before several remaining screws came undone at once, causing the covering to collapse onto the subject's head and that the cube had been exactly one vertical turn from completion. Analysis: SCP-6153's effect on the results of an attempted action varies immensely between individuals, and SCP-6153 will seemingly use any means to deliver its desired outcome to an individual, whether high or low levels of Tyche Radiation. Test 6153-4 Procedure: An SCP-6153-B instance with an ambient Tyche level of -9 is to be placed within a high-security testing chamber and subjected to a Thaumaturgical ritual believed to increase SCP-6153. Afterward, the subject is then to be scanned to see if any changes in Tyche Radiation occurred. Results: The subject's Tyche radiation was raised to +17, being reclassified as an SCP-6153-A instance. Of note is the Tyche radiation of all researchers in a 30-meter radius was reduced by .4, creating 2 new SCP-6153-B instances. Analysis: Levels of SCP-6153 can be changed via thaumaturgy and possibly other means. This test also implies that new amounts of SCP-6153 cannot be created, but only transferred. Further usage of this phenomenon has been dubbed TRT or Tyche Radiation Transfer. Test 6153-5 Procedure: Two SCP-6153-A instances, thereafter mentioned as -A-1 and -A-2, each with a TR level of 13 were assigned the same task within two different rooms and then they were told to perform the same task together. The second task was then compared to benchmark TR 3 to 18 -A instances. Results: The task was to solve a jigsaw puzzle while blindfolded. The puzzle was a simple 5x5 square of the picture of a rabbit. -A-1 completed it in 7 minutes and 45 seconds and -A-2 completed it 8 minutes and 12 seconds. After that, they were put to work together, while still blindfolded on a 10x10 puzzle of the picture of a hawk. They were able to complete the task in 6 minutes and 23 seconds. Analysis: The combined efforts of -A-1 and -A-2 resulted on the completion of the 10x10 puzzle faster then each one of them were able to complete the first 5x5, which is a remarkable result, since the 10x10 puzzle has four times more pieces. This implies that the combined efforts of high ambient TR Levels results on the potentialization of SCP-6153 influence. The benchmark results to single individuals given the same puzzle were: 28 minutes 47 seconds (TR 3), 23 minutes 32 seconds (TR 8), 18 minutes 17 seconds (TR 13), 14 minutes 56 seconds (TR 18) Test 6153-5-B Procedure: One instance of SCP-6153-A with TR level of 13 and a SCP-6153-B with TR level of -13 were asked to repeat the procedures in Test 6153-5. Results: The -A instance finished the first part of the test in 7 minutes and 57 seconds. The -B was unable to finish it in under 1 hour, when one of the puzzle pieces disappeared, rendering the test unfeasible. When put together to perform the second part of the test, it took 44 minutes and 43 seconds for completion. Analysis: When let free, diametrical opposite TR levels seems to nulify each other. This would explain the reason why 6153 intervation seems to follow an average on day to day basis. As urban areas grew more densely populated with time, the distribution of ambient TR levels would even out in most geographical areas. Test 6153-6 Procedure: A baseline D-Class is to be given a standard 100 piece puzzle and told to complete it. A Thaumaturgical ritual is then to be performed to lower the subject's Tyche level, and turn it into an SCP-6153-B instance. The subject is then to complete a similar puzzle again, and the times are to be compared. Results: Before the transformation, the subject took 30 minutes and 14 seconds to complete the puzzle. The ritual was then performed, to lower the subject's Tyche level to -40, far lower than expected. Before the final piece was placed in the puzzle, after 1 hour and 56 minutes, the room the subject was in exploded, killing the SCP-6153-B instance and 27 Foundation personnel. An investigation later revealed that the explosion was caused by a build-up of combustible gases underneath the testing chamber and the lighting of Researcher Tennyson's cigar. Analysis: Testing with this phenomenon is extremely dangerous and unpredictable. Addendum 6153.2: Project Head Gary Tyler's Resignation Notice. Recent events have led me to the realization of this phenomenon's true nature, and the risks it poses to human life. Imagine the destruction this could cause. Containment breaches, spontaneous combustion, and hell, even the Veil could break because of this. We need to stop testing. What if we were wrong, and ± 40 wasn't the limit? As my final action as, SCP-6153 Project Head, I have officially halted all testing with SCP-6153 indefentley. I have sent my resignation notice into Site-01 command. To the new director, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. - Gary Tyler Please enter 5/6153 clearance to view the remainder of this file. OVERSEER CLEARANCE VERIFIED PROJECT LAKSHMI PROPOSAL Department of Anomalous Probability Proposed by: Dr. Malcolm Reese Official Anomaly Designation: SCP-6153 Research Head(s): Dr. Malcolm Reese (Anomalous Probability) Dr. Samantha Redwood (Thaumaturgic Research) Dr. Hekatsu Roriarty (Applied Thaumaturgy) .et al Anomaly Classification: Keter/Flor Galana; Disruption Class-VII ("Chaya"); Risk Class-II ("Caution") Project Overseer: O5-12 Summary: SCP-6153 is a widespread probabilistic anomaly, affecting either beneficial or harmful events occurring to an individual, colloquially known as "luck". Reason: Project Lakshmi focuses on utilizing the effects of SCP-6153 to constructively enhance the performance of Foundation personnel to better enact and carry out containment tasks and procedures, to hopefully minimize the risks posed by any third party. Functionality: Through the use of thaumaturgic rituals conducted by trained Foundation personnel, the components of SCP-6153 (mainly Tyche Radiation) can be successfully manipulated and transferred to chosen individuals. These individuals would then be tasked with maintaining the containment of certain anomalies. Proposal Status: ACCEPTED. Further establishment protocols will be offered soon. Following the acceptance and agreement on the proposal, the Department of Thaumaturgic Research and the Department of Applied Thaumaturgy attempted to create a Thaumaturgic ritual that allows Tyche radiation to be directly transferred from one entity to another. The procedure (designation the Tyche Radiation Transfer) is contained below. Materials Required: One SCP-6153-A or -B instance, with the desired Tyche Radiation Level, hereafter referred to as "Giver" One human (or inanimate object, see Test 6153-7), to receive the desired Tyche Level, designated "Receiver" 2 golden chalices, each containing .5 liters of blood belonging to a Sus domesticus1, designated "chalice" 2 strung amulets composed of jade, displaying seven circles, imbued with Sharp EVE by a Class II or higher Thaumaturgist, hereafter referred to as "necklace" —— Procedure The Giver is to stand 5 meters in front of the Receiver, who is to be kneeling. The Receiver and the Giver are both to don a necklace The Giver is then to speak the words "Tibi do, Magne, fortunam meam si accepturus es."2 The Receiver is then to say "Si dederis, accipio"3 Both the Receiver and the Giver are to consume the blood located within the chalices The Giver is to place their dominant hand on the forehead of the giver. Once the appropriate amount of TR is transferred, the Giver is then to remove their hand. For each second placed, approximately 2 TR is transferred. Following the creation of Tyche Radiation Transfer, the Department of Anomalous Probability proceeded to conduct basic and early testing on the effects of SCP-6153. After several weeks, SCP-6153 demonstrated its anomalous properties with the expected accuracy, and thus the Department began to oversee trial runs regarding Project Lakshmi. Test 6153-7 Subject: In light of Test 6153-3, a test was conducted to see if TRT (Tyche Radiation Transfer) could be utilized by a group. Procedure: A group of 5 individuals proficient in thaumaturgy engaged in a ritual to complete a TRT from a type A instance with an ambient Tyche Radiation level of +14, to a group of 3 type B instances with ambient Tyche Radiation levels of -3, -11, and -7 Results: The TRT was performed successfully, with the ambient radiation level of the type A instances being reduced to +3 and each of the former type B instances being increased to +2, -4, and -2 respectively. Testing revealed that all surrounding personnel were unaffected by the ritual and had consistent Tyche Radiation levels throughout. Analysis: It is possible to execute a successful TRT into a group from an individual. Test 6153-8 Procedure: TRT was successfully performed on James Halloran, Director of Finances at Site-87. Results: James Halloran's TR level increased to +19, and site distribution of funds became extremely efficient. Analysis: Usage of SCP-6153 has proven immensely beneficial, and I have submitted a request for further use of TRT to assist in site operations. - Dr Malcolm Reese Test 6153-9-B Procedure: MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") is to have its members turned into SCP-6153-A instances via TRT. Results: All missions performed by MTF Alpha-1 since have been significantly more successful, with a 43% increase in success rate. Analysis: Usage of the TRT on other MTFs is currently being reviewed. - Senior Field Agent Maranda Brinker, Director of Task Forces and MTF Alpha-1 Lead. Test 6153-9 Procedure: TRT is to be used on an inanimate object that has a cultural connection to luck (the detached foot of a Oryctolagus cuniculus domesticus4) and scanned to see if SCP-6153 effects inamite objects. Results: The procedure was performed successfully, with the Tyche level being raised to an ambient level of +13. Analysis: TRT works on inanimates too. We need to test this more. -Dr. Malcolm Reese Test 6153-9-B Procedure: Utilizing the TR implanted rabbit's foot, a Class D subject was instructed to tell Dr. Malcolm Reese the number he was thinking of. Results: Subject successfully guessed a number from 1-10 7 times in a row before incorrectly guessing. Analysis: Intriguing, considering that making inanimate -A instances is less taxing on our thaumaturgists, it would be more efficient to produce them instead of imbuing humans with SCP-6153. However, inanimate instances are noticeably weaker than sentient ones. Further testing is required. -Dr. Malcolm Reese Test 6153-9-C Procedure: A shipment of standard issue plasmatic rifles to GOI-007 ("Global Occult Coalition") is to be intercepted and have a TRT performed on them in an attempt to lower Tyche levels. The drivers are then to be amnesticized and released, bringing the weapons back to GOC headquarters. Results: The Tyche levels of the rifles were reduced to -6, and since, all hostile encounters with GOI-007 have had a 32% increase in success rate. Analysis: The use of weaponizing inanimate SCP-6153-B instances against other GOIs is currently being reviewed. -O5-4 Test 6153-10 Procedure: A easily producible object (in this case, a 15 cm wide steel sphere) is to have a TRT performed on it, in an attempt to "store" Tyche for ease of distribution. Results: An SCP-6153-A with a Tyche Radiation of +12 performed successfully performed the procedure, lowering their Tyche levels to -0.3, and raising the object's to +12.7. Analysis: The ability to store Tyche has nearly infinite potential, and if we were to automate this… . More testing is necessary.- Dr. Reese Test 6153-10-B Procedure: A easily producible object (in this case, a 15 cm wide steel sphere) is to have a TRT performed on it, in an attempt to "store" Tyche for ease of distribution. Multiple subjects are to be used in order to determine the maximum amount of Tyche Radiation transferable. Results: Three (3) SCP-6153-A instances with Tyche levels of +14, +17, and +13, respectively, successfully performed the transfer. Upon completion, the first two instances both reached baseline levels, however, the third instance retained a non-baseline level of +4.5. It was revealed afterwards that the sphere had a radiation of exactly +40, confirming beliefs that +40 is the highest possible Tyche radiation. Analysis: Storage of SCP-6153 is possible, although costing us a lot of pig blood. We need to find a better way to do this. - Dr. Samantha Redwood Test 6153-10-C Procedure: A easily producible object (in this case, a 15 cm wide steel sphere) is to have Tyche Radiation stored within via use of a para-technological Thaumaturgical trigger5. Results: Using several SCP-6153-A instances, the object successfully absorbed +40 Tyche Radiation. Analysis: We'll have to do a few more tests before moving on to -B's but this seems to be working. -Dr. Samantha Redwood Test 6153-11 Procedure: A Thaumaturgical trigger is to be attached to a beryllium-bronze funnel, located over a 15 cm wide steel sphere, in an attempt to transfer Tyche Radiation automatically. A conveyor belt is then to shift the sphere, and provide another transfer onto another sphere. Results: The test was successful, averaging 3.4 SCP-6153-A instances per sphere, at a rate of 1 -A instance every 10 minutes. Analysis: The machine created for this test has been dubbed SCP-6153-Ω. Now onto storing -Bs - Dr. Samantha Redwood Test 6153-12 Procedure: SCP-6153-Ω is to be used to transform a 15 centimeter wide steel sphere into and SCP-6153-B instance with a Tyche level of -40. The instance is then to be placed in a standard containment locker within a high-security testing chamber. Results: After 2 hours of containment, the instance of SCP-6153-B suddenly heated to a temperature believed to be over 3,500 Kelvin and melted through the containment locker, neutralizing it. It is currently theorized that an Einstein-Rosen bridge6 opened on the surface of star Betelgeuse for approximately 2 minutes, due to the similar temperature and detection of a spacial anomaly by Foundation Deep Space Satellites. Analysis: This will be the "baseline" for the effects of SCP-6153-B on containment. - Dr. Samantha Redwood Test 6153-12-B Procedure: SCP-6153-Ω is to be used to transform a 15 centimeter wide steel sphere into and SCP-6153-B instance with a Tyche level of -40. The instance is then to be placed in a standard containment locker within a high-security testing chamber. A Scranton Reality Anchor is to be placed underneath the locker, in an attempt to see how SCP-6153 is affected by SRAs. Results: After 4 hours and 12 minutes of containment, a vat of acid on the floor above the testing chamber burst due to a build up of pressure. The acid proceed to seep through the floor, and dissolved the locker, neutralizing the SCP-6153-B instance as well. Analysis: Although it seems an SRA reduces the potency of SCP-6153-B, more testing must be done to see if this was simply a coincidence. -Dr. Malcolm Reese Test 6153-12-C Procedure: SCP-6153-Ω is to be used to transform a 15 centimeter wide steel sphere into and SCP-6153-B instance with a Tyche level of -40. The instance is then to be placed in a standard containment locker within a high-security testing chamber. A Scranton Reality Anchor is to be placed underneath the locker, in an attempt to see how SCP-6153 is affected by SRAs. Results: After 3 hours and 57 minutes of containment, an experimental para-technological device created by the 'Pataphysics department misfired and conceptually erased the SCP-6153-B instance, theorizing to have neutralized it. Analysis: These two tests imply that SCP-6153 effects, at least in part, baseline reality levels. However, this does not solve the containment issues. I wonder if we could follow the success of an older test. - Dr. Samantha Redwood Test 6153-12-D Procedure: SCP-6153-Ω is to be used to transform a 15 centimeter wide steel sphere into and SCP-6153-B instance with a Tyche level of -40. The instance is then to be placed in a standard containment locker within a high-security testing chamber. The instance is to be placed to another sphere with a Tyche level of +40, created via the same means. Results: After two days, the SCP-6153-A and -B instances were unchanged. Analysis: Now we have a way to store these. I have sent in a proposal to O5-12. - Dr. Samantha Redwood. A revision of this article has been found, please enter SCP 5/6153 clearance Footnotes 1. Domestic Pig 2. Translated: "I give to you, Great One, my fortune, if you are to accept it." 3. Translated: "If you give it, I receive it." 4. Domestic Rabbit 5. In para-technology, a Thaumaturgical trigger is a device that activates a condensed version of a thaumaturgical ritual. This effectively allows for the automation of rituals and other thaumaturgical processes. 6. colloquially known as a "wormhole" |
SCP-6154 | thaumiel | Inspired by cocaine rabbit does not match any existing user name's original post ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Happy New Year Page Refreshed Item #: SCP-6154 Special Containment Procedures: This document is accessible to all personnel displaying no aversion or sensitivity towards minor enchantment incantations. Such personnel are advised to access SCP-6154 annually on January 1st. Photo taken outside Site-██ (Midnight, January 1st, 2022). Description: SCP-6154 is an annually reoccurring phenomenon affecting this entry via the Foundation database. If accessed January 1st local time, personnel presently working on-site will instead perceive the message “Happy New Year”, rather than the expected information. This effect continues until refreshing or closing and reopening the document, whereupon the anomaly will cease until next year. A majority of subjects exposed to SCP-6154 report a satisfactory increase in mood, particularly in personnel expressing anxiety, stress, or overall worries regarding the year ahead. Since SCP-6154’s creation, motivation and general enthusiasm towards work and personal plans for the future has increased drastically amongst staff. This stimulating effect appears to last until December 31st the same year. Discovery Log: SCP-6154 was discovered following research assistant Dr. Snow’s utilization of the respective SCP slot to convey encouraging words to personnel that had been working over the holidays. While initially reprimanded for unprofessional behavior, it was later proven that Dr. Snow possessed minor thaumaturgical abilities which activated upon creating SCP-6154. Further study revealed Dr. Snow to test positive for minor anomalous properties via familial inheritance. Dr. Snow was later returned to their position following a short-term suspension, and SCP-6154 was reclassified as Thaumiel. |
SCP-6155 | safe | Item#: 6155 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-97 Carrie Weller Dr. Jason Yorke N/A Special Containment Procedures: Any discovered investigations into SCP-6155 by parties outside of the Foundation are to be traced to their origin and all individuals are to be interviewed and administered amnestics. SCP-6155-2 through -3 are to be housed in low-threat anomalous humanoid housing units. The cremated remains of SCP-6155-1 are to be stored in site-97's low threat anomalous item locker. Continued investigation into the events surrounding SCP-6155 is considered low-priority. Description: SCP-6155 is the designation given to the family of the deceased SCP-6155-1, their child (hereby designated SCP-6155-2), and their sibling (hereby designated SCP-6155-3). The anomalous effects surrounding all living SCP-6155 instances are auditory hallucinations of vocalizations by SCP-6155-1. Reported vocalizations are typically inarticulate in nature, though on occasion SCP-6155-1's voice will make various cries for help, which SCP-6155-2 and -3 will both simultaneously hear regardless of whether they're separated. The presence of SCP-6155-1's voice has led to various detrimental effects for the rest of SCP-6155 including loss of sleep, paranoia, and including straining SCP-6155-2 and -3's relationships with others. SCP-6155 seemingly does not affect SCP-6155-1's spouse, siblings, or any other family member. SCP-6155 appears to not be a normal set of auditory auditory hallucinations, as both report identical sounds at the same time while separated. SCP-6155-2 and -3 are incapable of communicating with the voice of SCP-6155-1 as all attempts to do so are met with no reaction. Though the voice of SCP-6155-1 does not respond to SCP-6155-2 and -3's attempts at communication, it does appear to react to different activities, such as increased physical activities and any bleeding, with increased volume in its vocalizations. It is currently unknown why SCP-6155 does not include SCP-6155-1's spouse or other family members. Investigation into the life of SCP-6155-1 has led to no understanding of how the anomalous effects of SCP-6155 first began. The body of SCP-6155-1 was found expired inside the garage of their home. The cause of expiration was found to be exsanguination, though no wounds were found on SCP-6155-1's body. Investigation of SCP-1's garage has yet to yield any noteworthy results. Addendum 6155-01: Interview with SCP-6155-2. Interviewed: SCP-6155-2 Interviewer: Dr. Jason Yorke <Begin Log> Dr. Yorke: Hello, (Pause) apologies for the odd circumstances. I know this must seem very odd, but we will be referring to you as SCP-6155-2. SCP-6155-2: It's fine. I'd really just like to get this out of the way. Dr. Yorke: Ah, good. So is there anything about your, er, affliction you've yet to tell us? SCP-6155-2: What? I've told you guys everything, why the hell would I hide any of this from you? Dr. Yorke: Sorry, sorry SCP-6155-2 I didn't mean it that way. We just want to make sure we have everything covered. Were there any odd moments you remember that may be connected to your current situation, especially surrounding SCP-6155-1? SCP-6155-2: Who? Dr. Yorke: That would be the voice you and SCP-6155-3 are hearing. SCP-6155-2: My Dad? Dr. Yorke: …Yes, was there anything about them that might be related to any of this? SCP-6155-2: Not really, there was always something off about him but nothing occult. Dr. Yorke: Off? SCP-6155-2: He always looked like he wanted to leave, it's like everything made him uncomfortable. He spent most of his time alone in the garage. Dr. Yorke: -1's effects don't seem to be affecting you that much? SCP-6155-2: Don't get me wrong I want this bastard's voice out of my head as soon as possible, but it's easy to drown it out, it's unbearable if there's no other sound though. Dr. Yorke: You don't seem too mournful of -1. SCP-6155-2: Like I said he was distant. He barely said anything and had this …look on his face that I can't describe …I think he hated us, hated his marriage, we were the people he couldn't leave. Part of me thinks he wanted the divorce. Micheal swears up and down that he wasn't that bad, but that's because he was the closest thing to a favorite person my dad had. Dr. Yorke: That does sound difficult… you mentioned a garage? Do you have any idea what he was doing in there? SCP-6155-2: It was just a normal garage, it was where he kept his car and tools. I never went in while he was alone in there though. I just thought he was working on his car or drinking a beer or something. Dr. Yorke: Ah, thank you. Is that all? If you don't have anything else we can end this interview so you can get some privacy. SCP-6155-2: Wait, I do have something to ask. How long do you think I'm going to be here? Dr. Yorke: Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. SCP-6155-2: What? Dr. Yorke: Er, sorry, I mean that we'll be working on your problem. We don't know how long it will take to solve all this. SCP-6155-2: Yeah, ok that's all I wanted off my chest. Thanks, I really don't want to seem pushy about this, but this voice, God, this isn't something I want to be stuck with. Dr. Yorke: All right, thank you for your time -2. I'll let you have some privacy. <End Log> Addendum 6155-02: Interview with SCP-6155-3. Interviewed: SCP-6155-3 Interviewer: Dr. Jason Yorke <Begin Log> Dr. Yorke: Hello, apologies for the circumstances. SCP-6155-3: Hey, doc. Dr. Yorke: This might seem odd, but I will be referring to you as SCP-6155-3. SCP-6155-3: Oh, yeah, that's ok. Dr. Yorke: How would you say you've been handling the situation? SCP-6155-3: It's been difficult, dealing with all this. I don't think I've even begun taking it all in. Dr. Yorke: I understand, it's hard having to deal with the death of a parent. It must be worse having to deal with -1. SCP-6155-3: That's what's making this hard to understand. I think without this I might have been fine. Well, better than this, but I don't get it. I just don't get why. Dr. Yorke: I'm sorry for your loss, were you close with -1? SCP-6155-3: …Yeah, yeah, about as close as you can get with him. Dr. Yorke: -2 told us about them, that they weren't that great of a father. SCP-6155-3: Yeah, I don't blame her, he wasn't exactly a normal dad, she never really got to know him. Dr. Yorke: And you did? SCP-6155-3: I, uh, I was born first. I just got to know him better. Mostly just because I saw him more. Dr. Yorke: Are you willing to talk about him -3? Was there anything odd? SCP-6155-3: He was (Pause) distant. It was like he wanted to be alone, sis always took that as him not liking us but that was just how he was with everyone. Dr. Yorke: Was there anything that might be connected to your current situation? SCP-6155-3: Listen, man, my dad was weird, but he wasn't this kind of weird. This aliens, ghosts, and monsters type weird. He just had some problems connecting to people that sure as hell didn't get better after the divorce! Dr. Yorke: Divorce? SCP-6155-3: Yeah, (sighs) it was rough, for everyone. Sara thinks that it was dad's fault, because of his (Pause) Stand-offishness. I don't think so though, mom probably read him better than me. It just went the way of other marriages. Mom got custody and that was that, we barely saw him afterward, I missed him. Dr. Yorke: Oh… speaking of her, your sister mentioned a garage that he would spend his time alone in, do you know anything about that? SCP-6155-3: No, no, I never saw him in there doing anything other than working on his car. There, uh, were some times where he would lock himself in there for a few hours, I don't know what he did in there, he wasn't a drinker or a smoker so I have no idea what else he would do. Dr. Yorke: Thank you -3 is there anything you'd wish to add before I leave? SCP-6155-3: (Silence) Dr. Yorke: -3? SCP-6155-3: …I—I know I seem fine, I'm trying to play this off and move on, but I can't keep this up. I can't have this, this constant reminder of him. Dr. Yorke: …I can't imagine what that feels like. SCP-6155-3: I can't keep this up, I can't sleep. It's his fucking voice, he's just screaming… I just want him to stop. Dr. Yorke: Micheal, I can help you, we can help you. You just need to trust us, give us time. SCP-6155-3: Please, I can't do this. Dr. Yorke: I promise… I will help you. <End Log> Addendum 6155-03: Due to unforeseen difficulties in finding explanations for the anomalous effects surrounding SCP-6155, research into SCP-6155 will be halted for an indefinite period of time. Due to the difficulty in placing SCP-6155-2 and SCP-3 back into normalcy as the anomalous nature of SCP-6155 can be easily discovered from research into both SCP-6155-2 and SCP-6155-3, they will be kept in low-threat anomalous humanoid housing units. Individuals within the research team for SCP-6155 will be transferred to other projects. Dr. Jason Yorke will be replaced as research head due to multiple showcases of unprofessionalism. As a reminder, personnel are not allowed to ask for amnestics of any class unless necessary for the safety of staff, civilians, or SCPs. They are not for removing memories causing distress, such as potentially regrettable comments made to SCPs during an interview. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6155" by Aleph-Null, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6155. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page Item#: SCP-6156 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Bruce Willis, who plays Philip Deering in "Oh, Doug!" Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6156 is contained in a standard anomalous object containment locker. Description: SCP-6156 is a VHS tape produced by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, which was found at the main entrance to Site-43. A note was attached to SCP-6156 when it was first discovered, reading "To Phil, we were all very moved by your experiences, and we hope this short episode can perhaps inspire you as well!" The contents of SCP-6156 consist of a single episode of a show called "Oh, Doug!" It is a black-and-white sitcom reminiscent of those produced in the late 1950's to early 1960's. The show focuses mainly on SCP-5056, with several other personnel from Site-43 appearing throughout the episode. All personnel are played by actors, many of whom are high-profile within the entertainment industry1. The plot of the episode consists of Philip Deering, SCP-5056-B, attempting to buy Amelia Torosyan a wedding anniversary gift. Notably, the anomalous properties of SCP-5056 as portrayed in SCP-6156 are occasionally inconsistent with its actual properties2; SCP-5056-A will often manifest in scenes without Deering present, and other characters are often able to hear it speak. After viewing a full episode of SCP-6156, subjects will report an entity similar to SCP-5056-A manifesting in mirrors near them, often chiding them on their involvement with the Foundation. Unlike SCP-5056-A, these manifestations are only viewed by their host, and after several hours, they will cease. Only Philip Deering is immune to this effect. Addendum 6156.1: Below is an abridged log of the contents of SCP-6156. For brevity's sake, not all scenes have been included here; a full log is available upon request. [Show opens with a title card reading "Oh, Doug!" A swing rhythm begins playing.] Narrator:3 Back at it again, Doug? What shenanigans are you up to now? Audience:4 Oh, Doug! [Audience begins clapping and cheering.] [The title card fades to black. The opening scene fades in, showing Philip Deering5 and Amelia Torosyan6 embracing in one of the Site-43 corridors.] Torosyan: I can't believe we've almost been married for five years! It's been wonderful! Deering: I never thought I'd find a woman like you. Especially not one who's okay with me having another significant other. [Audience laughs. Torosyan lets go of Deering and smirks.] Torosyan: Oh, Doug's okay. I think I've gotten used to him. Besides, who else would be able to match me in a game of checkers? [Audience laughs. Deering's expression changes to one of exaggerated frustration.] Torosyan: I'm sorry dear, you're just not good at the game! [She winks.] But that's not what's most important to me anyway. You'll always be my special someone. [Torosyan kisses Deering on the cheek.] Audience: Aww! [Deering looks down and smiles sheepishly.] Unknown: [Over the loudspeaker.] Ah, Chief Torosyan, could you come to the lobby please? Thilo Zwist is here and he keeps yelling about how you confiscated his bike? It's apparently got some sort of word stuff on it and now he's missing his teeth. [Audience laughs. Torosyan rolls her eyes.] Torosyan: I don't even want to know what that's about. But, duty calls. [Torosyan kisses Deering on the lips. The audience claps until she pulls away.] Torosyan: I can't wait for tomorrow! You're going to love the present I got you. Deering: I can't wait either! [Torosyan walks out of frame. Deering's expression changes to one of panic. He walks to a mirror hanging on the walls and knocks on it.] Deering: Doug! I need your help! SCP-5056-A as it appears in SCP-6156. [SCP-5056-A7 manifests in the mirror. The audience cheers and claps loudly.] SCP-5056-A: Well, well, well. Did someone forget about the anniversary? Deering: I didn't forget! I just lost track of time! SCP-5056-A: Well, maybe if you were better at your job, you'd have more time for what you want. Like not forgetting your anniversary. [Audience boos and jeers.] Deering: You cut that out. We've got a serious situation on our hands! SCP-5056-A: You've got a serious situation on your hands. I'm a very well-off bachelor. [A female researcher8 walks by. SCP-5056-A whistles at her.] SCP-5056-A: Hey sweetheart, off to do something unethical? [Audience laughs. The researcher continues walking but flips her middle finger at SCP-5056-A.] SCP-5056-A: Ah, the wonders of being single. Deering: I think that's called harassment. SCP-5056-A: I think you're called not employee of the month. [Audience laughs. Deering pounds on the mirror.] Deering: Damn you, Doug! Are you gonna help me or not? SCP-5056-A: Fine, fine. So, you don't know your own wife well enough to know what she wants. Either you're overworked or you're just a bad husband. Deering: [Sighs] That's not it. It's just, I can't get off the Site, they won't let me. I just need to be able to slip past the guard so I can go to the store and buy something really quick. Now, here's the plan… [Deering whispers to SCP-5056-A, who nods and strokes its chin thoughtfully.] SCP-5056-A: Your plan sucks. [Audience laughs. Deering puts his face in his hands.] Deering: Look, unless you've got any better ideas, we've just got to go through with this. SCP-5056-A: [Shrugs.] Your funeral, I guess. [Audience laughs as the screen fades to black.] [Scene fades in, showing a guard9 standing in the Site-43 lobby. He whistles a tune as Deering walks into the scene.] Guard: Whoa, Deering. What's going on here? Deering: Hey, I just need to go off-Site for a bit. I'll be back in a couple hours. Guard: Sorry pal, can't let you do that. I'm under orders. [SCP-5056-A manifests in a mirror on the wall. The guard shrieks.] SCP-5056-A: Oh come on. I'm not that ugly! [Audience laughs.] Guard: I keep forgetting about you, Doug, sorry. And you're not ugly at all, don't worry about it! SCP-5056-A: That's sweet of you, man. You know who is ugly though? Philip Deering. [The guard looks at Deering and nods. Audience laughs.] Guard: Yeah, yeah. I can see that. SCP-5056-A: But you wanna know when he was even uglier? [Holds up a photo album.] When he was a kid! You wanna see all his embarrassing photos? Guard: Hell yeah I do! [Deering walks over to SCP-5056-A.] Deering: [Whispers loudly.] What the hell are you doing? SCP-5056-A: Hey, do you want me to distract him or not? [Deering groans. The guard walks over to SCP-5056-A, who opens the photo album.] SCP-5056-A: Oh, this is a great place to start! Here he is at his first high school dance, look at those braces! He actually ended up wetting himself when the first girl came up to him, but… [SCP-5056-A's voice trails off. Deering begins walking towards the exit, but another guard10 walks on set.] Guard 2: Hey! [Guard 2 pulls out a handgun and shoots Deering in the torso. Deering clutches his chest, and blood can be seen pouring out of his wound. Audience laughs.] Deering: Ow! What the hell, man! [Guard 2 shoots Deering in the leg, and the sound of bone being broken is audible. Deering falls to the ground. Audience continues laughing.] Guard 2: What do you think you're doing? Deering: What do you think you're doing? [Guard 2 points his gun at Deering again, who raises his hands.] Guard 1: Wait, what's going on over here? Guard 2: Deering here was just trying to escape the site! Guard 1: What? [Guard 1 pulls out his handgun and shoots Deering in the chest again. By this point, some of Deering's organs have begun falling out. Audience laughs.] Deering: Argh! Stop! For the love of God, stop! Please! Don't kill me! Guard 1: Uh, why not? Deering: What do you mean why not? Guard 2: I mean, you are trying to escape the Site. Deering: I'm not trying to escape, I work here! Guard 1: Hey, at least we didn't shoot like, the Director or something. Guard 2: Yeah, like, if we're wrong about shooting you, we can just get a new guy! [Audience laughs. The scene fades to black.] Researcher's Note: The next several scenes consist of Deering's attempts to leave Site-43. Each time, he is heavily injured, and the guards verbally berate him for his uselessness and expendability; they are occasionally joined in this behavior by SCP-5056-A. These logs have been removed for brevity. [Scene once again opens in the Site-43 lobby. Both guards are stationed by the door. Deering walks into frame, wearing several bandages and casts. The guards point their weapons at him.] Deering: Wait. Please. I'm not trying to escape. Guard 1: Oh, okay. [Both guards put their guns away. They look at Deering awkwardly. The audience chuckles.] Guard 2: So wait, what are you doing here then? Deering: Why can't I leave? What am I even going to do? I can keep Doug in my watch or something! SCP-5056-A: [Appears in the mirror.] Fat chance, buster. [Audience laughs.] Guard 1: Look, man, I'm sorry. But you're technically in containment, and so we can't let you out without orders. [Dr. Harold Blank11 walks into the lobby, eating an abnormally large hot dog.] Guard 1: Hello, Doctor Blank! How's your meal? Blank: [With his mouth full.] Howdy there! Guard 2: You probably shouldn't talk with your mouth full. Blank: Shut up. I outrank you. [Audience laughs. Suddenly, Blank begins choking on his hot dog.] Deering: Sir! [Deering rushes over and performs the Heimlich maneuver on Blank. Immediately, the hot dog is dislodged from his throat. The crowd cheers.] Blank: You… you saved my life. Deering: I guess so, yeah. Blank: Please, how can I ever repay you? Deering: Well, it is mine and Amelia's anniversary tomorrow. I was wondering if you could maybe let me off-Site for a bit so I can get her a gift? Blank: Pfft, hell no! [Audience laughs.] Blank: Tell you what though, I have a certificate, I can make you Employee of the Month! Deering: Can you at least take some of my money and bring me the gift I want to buy? Blank: Ugh, fine, I guess. I'll bring it to you tomorrow. But I'm keeping the change! [Audience laughs. Screen fades to black.] [Scene fades into Chief Torosyan's office. She is filling out papers when Deering walks in. Torosyan rushes towards him.] Torosyan: Come on dear, let's get you in a seat, okay? [Torosyan helps Deering onto the couch. She sits beside him.] Torosyan: Honey, I can't believe you. Trying to sneak off-Site? I'm guessing Doug had something to do with this. [SCP-5056-A appears in a mirror on the wall.] SCP-5056-A: You know, I tried to stop him, but he just couldn't handle being obedient. This guy, huh? [Audience laughs. Torosyan ignores him.] Deering: Well, happy anniversary to you too, dear. [Audience chuckles] Torosyan: I just worry about you. What were you even trying to do? [Deering holds out his hand. He opens it to reveal an intricate necklace.] Audience: Aww! Torosyan: Sweetie… [The two of them embrace. The audience cheers.] Torosyan: I really appreciate this, Phil. But more than anything, this anniversary is about us, together. You don't need to hurt yourself for me; I love you, gift or not. [Deering nods.] Torosyan: Now, why don't we have a nice dinner and watch a movie together. Deering: Yep. I think I've had enough adventures for today. [Audience laughs.] Torosyan: Just don't ever try and pull a stunt like that again. I can't afford you getting yourself shot, or worse. SCP-5056-A: But the rest of them can afford it. After all, you're just a means of containing me. They treat you like a friend, but that will always take a backseat when it comes down to the wire. You're as loved as you are useful, Philip, and right now, you can only be useful in one way to the Foundation. Don't fool yourself. [Audience laughs. Deering and Torosyan both chuckle.] Torosyan: Oh, Doug! [Audience cheers as the screen fades to black. Credits roll.] Philip Deering was asked to view SCP-6156. Deering took note of several of the strange production choices; according to him, SCP-5056-A was particularly offended by Henry Cavill's performance as itself. When Deering was asked about his reaction to the show, he simply commented, "It wasn't very funny," before excusing himself from the interview. Footnotes 1. None of them, when interrogated, claimed to have any memory of involvement with SCP-6156's production. 2. SCP-5056-A can be viewed by anyone, but it will always manifest in Deering's presence; furthermore, only Deering is capable of hearing it 3. Voice analysis confirms that the narrator is voiced by Morgan Freeman. 4. 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Special Containment Procedures: The search for SCP-6157 instances will resume on 14 December 2022, utilizing thaumic signature trackers in the possession of the GOI Research Group stationed at Site-55. Dr. J. Everwood is to be automatically reassigned to the SCP-6157 file at that time. Description: SCP-6157 is a blanket term for a series of anomalous individuals resembling baseline human beings but composed entirely of compacted sodium polyacrylate. No point of origin has been fixed for any of the twelve instances thus far documented, and no instance has survived for a period exceeding twenty-four hours. Discovery: The first instance of SCP-6157 was discovered in the Prudential Centre shopping mall in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America on 14 December 2021 when a patron bumped into a Dolby Toys restocker, who promptly exploded into a pile of artificial snow. Due to the close proximity of Site-55, Dr. J. Everwood was dispatched to carry out the initial witness interviews. Interview Log Subject: Nathan Wallis, Dolby Toys stockroom manager Dr. Everwood: Can you tell me about Kris? Wallis: Can I. Well, only kind of? I've never met someone so one-dimensional. The guy just would not stop talking about Christmas, over and over. He grilled every single person who came in today about it. Dr. Everwood: Did you ask him to stop? Wallis: Way above my pay grade, but the manager definitely did. Three times. You know what Kris said? Dr. Everwood: Couldn't begin to guess. Wallis: "You're not my real Navidad." Dr. Everwood laughs. Wallis: Right? Dr. Everwood: Sounds like a real comedian. Did he seem lonely? Wallis: Not really? Said he had a big family. Actually, he said "I'm a big family." Weird phrasing. Dr. Everwood: Yeah, that's not good. Wallis: No? You come from a big family? Dr. Everwood: That's… not what I meant. Wallis: No family, then? Dr. Everwood: Can we stick to the exploding guy? Wallis: Fair enough. Dr. Everwood: It says here that Kris was a temp. Wallis: Yep. Even in a pandemic, gotta keep the Christmas traditions alive. Shit on the radio, shit on the shelves, shit in the stockings and shit on the workers. He probably would've been fired by tomorrow, I don't think he did a damn thing today. Wallis pauses. Wallis: Except explode. Dr. Everwood nods. Wallis: So, uh… Dr. Everwood: Did he say where he came from? Provide any personal details? Wallis: Nope. We don't even know his last name, I think the manager was gonna pay him under the table. For all we know his name was Kris Kringle. Wallis pauses. Wallis: How much you wanna bet his name was Kris Kringle? Dr. Everwood: You seem to be taking this unusual occurrence unusually well. Wallis: Look, I've been awake for forty hours. Nothing surprises me. And after getting yelled at by my boss and the customers for two straight shifts, honestly? I wish more people would explode. Dr. Everwood nods. Wallis: Anyway, he did say he was looking for someone. Maybe you wanna know about that? Dr. Everwood prepares to take notes. Dr. Everwood: Absolutely. Any leads you can give us would be wonderful. Wallis: He was looking for someone named Everwood. Dr. Everwood stares at him. Wallis: So you probably wanna find whoever that is. Wallis and the remaining witnesses were amnesticized and released. Examination of the temp worker's remains revealed a unique thaumic signature; development on a tracking mechanism began immediately due to the subject's reference to possessing 'a big family'. Lacking any further attributes to focus on, Dr. Everwood's GOI Research Group was tasked with examining media reports and police band radio transmissions for individuals displaying unusual and problematic Christmas cheer. The following day, on the morning of 15 December, police were called to assess the sobriety of a mall Santa working at the Copley Place Mall in Boston. The police were intercepted, and Dr. Everwood made contact with the suspect instead. Interview Log Subject: Anonymous mall Santa, Copley Place Mall Dr. Everwood: Can you tell me your name? Second recorded SCP-6157 instance. Santa: I can tell you your name, Dr. Everwood. Dr. Everwood: I already know my name. I don't know yours. Santa: Me either! But do you want to know what the true meaning of Christmas is? Dr. Everwood: I want to know how you know my name. Santa: Santa always knows. Santa was made with that information. Dr. Everwood: You were made? Who made you? Santa: Someone who wants you to know the true meaning of Christmas. Do you want to know what the true meaning of Christmas is? Dr. Everwood: Heh, not really? Maybe later. So— Santa: Okay. The entity explodes, coating Dr. Everwood in artificial snow. Dr. Everwood: AAAUGH Witnesses were amnesticized. The thaumic tracker was delivered to Site-55 the following day, 16 December, and a scan of the Boston Metropolitan Area revealed an SCP-6157 signature at The Corner Mall. Mall security were tasked with locating and detaining any suspicious individuals whilst Dr. Everwood was en route. A security guard met them in the mall parking lot to discuss the matter. Interview Log Subject: Security guard, The Corner Mall Dr. Everwood: Hey. You find anything? Guard: Not the true meaning of Christmas, I'll tell you that much. Dr. Everwood: Cute. Did you identify any suspects, though? Guard: You know, they say this is the most wonderful time of the year. Dr. Everwood: They do say that. Guard: They say they're dreaming of a white Christmas. Dr. Everwood: Well. Only Bing Crosby says that, really. And it's more like sing— Guard: They say and then we were upsot. Oh, jingle bells. Dr. Everwood stares at the guard. Dr. Everwood: So, it's you then. Third recorded SCP-6157 instance. Guard: What does 'upsot' mean? Could that be the true meaning of— Dr. Everwood: It means 'upset'. But not in the sense— Guard: Is being upset the true meaning of Christmas? Dr. Everwood: I'm beginning to feel that way. Guard: You're beginning to feel a lot like Christmas? Dr. Everwood: I'm beginning to feel a lot like upsetting your slei— The guard explodes in a burst of artificial snow, and the wind blows it into Dr. Everwood's face. Dr. Everwood: GOD DAMMIT. There were no witnesses. The next thaumic signature appeared on 17 December, at Wrentham Village Premium Outlets. Mall security were not involved on this occasion, and Dr. Everwood intended to alter their interview approach for this subject. Agents quietly depopulated the mall and commenced amnesticization; one clerk remained unresponsive until Dr. Everwood arrived. Interview Log Subject: Store clerk, Wrentham Village Premium Outlets Clerk: Dr. Everwood. D— Fourth recorded SCP-6157 instance. Dr. Everwood: I want to know the true meaning of Christmas. The clerk blinks rapidly. Clerk: Of course you do. Well, what if it's presents? Dr. Everwood: Come again? Clerk: What if it's presents? They seem like a big deal. The entity gestures at the empty store. Clerk: Look at all the presents. Everybody wants one. Everybody wants the true meaning of presents. Christmas. Dr. Everwood: That's pretty reductive. Clerk: The true meaning of Christmas is pretty reductive. Dr. Everwood: I mean… yes, but as far as morals go, 'maybe it's presents' doesn't really do much for me? Clerk: Is there a moral? Dr. Everwood: Of course there's a moral. You're all doing some weird Christmas Carol thing, and once I've had my epiphany the game will stop. Clerk: Have you ever gotten a bad present? I bet that would really suck. Dr. Everwood: Uh— Clerk: I bet the true meaning of Christmas is getting presents that don't really suck. Dr. Everwood: Have you never heard that it's the thought that counts? Clerk: No. The clerk pitches forward, striking its head on the counter. Its head explodes, spilling onto Dr. Everwood's pants and shoes. Dr. Everwood: Better? I guess. SCP-6157 manifestations on 18 and 19 December were not intercepted in time due to an alteration in the manifestation pattern. The first instance appeared to be travelling down the Charles River, until MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") punched through the ice and discovered that the entity had already particulated, presumably as a result of having drowned. The second instance was involved in a bus accident on Bridge Street; witnesses reported that it had walked into traffic, apparently seeking a closer look at the advertisements wrapped onto the side of each city bus, until it was struck by one and immediately exploded. Witnesses were amnesticized and the bus impounded for particle removal. On 20 December, a new instance was detected at the Washington Park Mall. Dr. Everwood investigated. Interview Log Subject: Mall Santa, Washington Park Mall Dr. Everwood: Afternoon. Seventh recorded SCP-6157 instance. Santa: It's cold outside. Dr. Everwood: Please don't start singing. Santa: You were wrong. The true meaning of Christmas isn't outside. It has to be inside. It has to be inside the malls. Dr. Everwood: Why are you so fixated on this lesson? Santa: It's the reason for the season. Dr. Everwood stares at the Santa. Santa: Is the true meaning of Christmas the true meaning of Christmas? Dr. Everwood: Okay, do you guys not actually have an answer to thi— Santa: Is it about not knowing? Is it about finding out? Is it trying to find out? Is it about how I'm a good looking guy with a hole where my heart should be, and I just need the right woman to come along and thaw me? Dr. Everwood attempts to formulate a reply for several seconds. Dr. Everwood: …no? Definitely not. Santa: No? Definitely not? Dr. Everwood: Definitely not, because if you thaw someone out when they have a hole where their heart should be, then that someone will die. The entity blinks rapidly. Santa: Maybe it's about dying. Dr. Everwood: Beg pardon? Santa: Maybe the true meaning of Christmas is dying. Dr. Everwood: It's not. Santa: Maybe it is for me. The entity collapses into a pile of artificial snow on and around its chair. As the mall had already been closed due to a COVID-19 scare, there were no witnesses to amnesticize. The manifestation for 21 December was not detected until late in the evening, due to its unusual choice of venue: Old South Church. After a perimeter was established and the clergy detained for amnesticization, Dr. Everwood discovered the entity snuffing and relighting candles by the main entrance. Interview Log Subject: Priest, Russian Orthodox1 Priest: Have you come to pray, child? Eighth recorded SCP-6157 instance. Dr. Everwood: Oh, brother. Drop the act. Priest: Father. Dr. Everwood: What? Priest: Father, child, not brother. Do your parents know you're up this late, child? Dr. Everwood: Uh. Priest: Is staying up late the true meaning of Christmas? Have you come to pray to Santa? Have you been a good little boys and girls? Dr. Everwood: That doesn't make any sense. Priest: You either, huh. The entity snuffs the remaining candles. Priest: Is god the true meaning of Christmas? Dr. Everwood: What do you think? The entity re-lights each candle. Priest: Nah. The entity demanifests onto the candles, starting a small fire which consumes the guest book and badly scorches the table it was resting upon before Dr. Everwood locates a fire extinguisher. With the widening of the search parameters, and the acquisition of additional trackers, the instance for 22 December was quickly discovered. It had taken the guise of a homeless man sitting in a sleeping bag on a park bench in Boston Common. Interview Log Subject: Homeless man Dr. Everwood sits down on the bench. Site of ninth recorded SCP-6157 instance manifestation, post-interview. Dr. Everwood: If there's a point to all this, you're running out of time to make it. Homeless Man: Isn't that the truth. They watch as pedestrians are carefully maneuvered out of the park by MTF Gamma-5. Homeless Man: Do you have a family? Dr. Everwood: Not… not as such, no. Homeless Man: Me either. Except myselves. Dr. Everwood: Does that mean… do you share memories? Or are each of you different? Homeless Man: Yes. Dr. Everwood: Wow, both? What's it like to have separate cognition but shared mem— Homeless Man: And for the second question, no. Dr. Everwood sighs. Homeless Man: Sorry. I'm a little slow. It's the— Dr. Everwood: The shared cognition. The homeless man laughs. Dr. Everwood: I didn't expect you to have a sense of humour. Homeless Man: Maybe that's the true meaning of Christmas. Dr. Everwood: Probably not. Homeless Man: Probably not. The park is nearly empty now. Homeless Man: Is there only one of you? Dr. Everwood: Yeah. Homeless Man: Is that— Dr. Everwood: Is being alone the true meaning of Christmas? Homeless Man: Yes. Dr. Everwood: I sure hope not. Homeless Man: Me too. A heavy drift of snow falls from the branches of a tree overhanging the bench, striking the entity and Dr. Everwood. The entity disintegrates. Dr. Everwood emerges from the snow, visibly frustrated. The instance for 23 December was discovered early in the morning at the South Bay Center mall, which had not yet opened to the public for the day. The opening was postponed and the employees detained while Dr. Everwood confronted the SCP-6157 instance, once again occupying the mall's Santa Claus display. The Santa was sleeping in its chair, while an attendant in an elf costume attempted to wake him. Interview Log Subject: Mall Santa Attendant: Excuse m— Dr. Everwood: Run along. I'd like a word with Santa. Attendant: But— Dr. Everwood sits cross-legged on the floor in front of the chair. Tenth recorded SCP-6157 instance. Dr. Everwood: Hey! Old timer! Wake up! Dr. Everwood snaps their fingers. The Santa awakens with a start. Santa: We opening? What? The Santa peers down at Dr. Everwood. Santa: Aren't you a little old to be visiting Santa? Dr. Everwood: Let's cut to the chase. What's the true meaning of Christmas? Santa: There isn't one. Dr. Everwood: What? Santa: There isn't one. There aren't two. There's as many different meanings for Christmas as there are people it means something to. Only an idiot would think something as personal as a holiday could have one specific meaning across all contexts. Dr. Everwood: Well, okay, obviously, but— Santa: The very question is childish. It's a childish question. Why are you asking a child's question to a mall Santa at your age? Dr. Everwood: Okay, it's not my question, though, it's y— The attendant suddenly pitches forward, crashing over Dr. Everwood and exploding on them in a cloud of artificial snow. Dr. Everwood: AAAUGH Santa: What the fuck? What the fuck?! The witness was amnesticized. No entity was detected on 24 December, and Dr. Everwood held an impromptu Christmas party at Site-55 for the GOI Research Group. Security Camera Footage Subject: Breakroom Christmas Party Dr. Everwood is sitting at the open bar with their assistant, Rex Alces. Dr. Everwood: I guess I really let it get to me. Alces: Let what get to you? Dr. Everwood: This anomaly. I dunno if I thought it had something to teach me, or if I had something to teach it, but I definitely got lost in the sauce. I keep forgetting that sometimes these things don't mean anything. Alces: But sometimes they do. Don't they? Dr. Everwood takes a sip from their plastic cup of punch. Dr. Everwood: Sometimes. Wondertainment stuff usually does, even if it's not always a pleasant meaning, depending on the era. But whatever this is… no. I'm not sure this means anything at all. Alces: Then why's it bothering you so much? Dr. Everwood shrugs. Dr. Everwood: I guess it's starting to mean something to me anyway? I mean, I'm not sorry it's happening, per se, because winter is depressing and who doesn't need a bit of extra whimsy in December, but… look, I just feel bad for the guys. The guy. Whatever it is. Falling apart every day, never getting any answers… Alces: Sounds kinda like you. Dr. Everwood scoffs. Dr. Everwood: Kinda like us, you mean, Rex. Alces: Who's Rex? Rex Alces appears in the door of the breakroom. Alces: Okay, who's the jackass who took my lab coat? The entity collapses onto and around its stool, and Dr. Everwood staggers back, spilling their drink on themselves. Dr. Everwood: Ohhhhh you son of a. What was expected to be the final SCP-6157 instance appeared in a small, unnamed park just outside the Site-55 interdiction zone on Christmas Day. Dr. Everwood approached the entity while agents ensured they would not be disturbed. The instance had taken the form of a nondescript male in a thick winter coat and snow pants. It was making snow angels on the ground when Dr. Everwood initiated contact. Interview Log Subject: SCP-6157 Dr. Everwood: Merry Christmas. SCP-6157: Merry Christmas. Final recorded SCP-6157 instance. Dr. Everwood: And a happy New Year. SCP-6157: Not for me, probably. Dr. Everwood: No? SCP-6157: No. Dr. Everwood: Twelve days of Christmas, then nothing else? SCP-6157: Yep. Dr. Everwood: You know this was the wrong twelve days, right? They're supposed to go from Christmas to January 6. SCP-6157: Ah, who cares? It's all meaningless anyway. Both laugh. Dr. Everwood: I got you something. SCP-6157: A present? Dr. Everwood: Yeah. I guess we'll have to hold on to it for you when you're gone, but maybe I'll see you again next year? Dr. Everwood hands a bag containing a thick, wrapped package to SCP-6157. SCP-6157: Maybe. SCP-6157 unwraps the box. It contains a black felt hat. SCP-6157: Is there any magic in it? Dr. Everwood shakes their head. Dr. Everwood: You're magic enough without it. Thank you. SCP-6157: For what? I didn't get you anything. The entity dons the hat. Dr. Everwood: You thought about me. Maybe more than anyone else has in the last little while. Certainly more than I have. SCP-6157: You know what that is? Dr. Everwood: Pathetic? SCP-6157 shakes its head. SCP-6157: I think it might be the true meaning of— Dr. Everwood scoops up a handful of snow while the entity is talking, and pitches a snowball into its face before it can finish its sentence. It flops back into the snow, but remains intact. SCP-6157: I deserved that. Dr. Everwood lies down beside SCP-6157, and begins making a one-winged angel in the snow. After a moment, SCP-6157 mimics the motion with its other arm. Demanifestation occurs approximately twenty minutes later. The following note was discovered within SCP-6157's coat pocket: + Display Item - Hide Item Hi, kids at heart! You are sad that Señor Fluff (from the Tiny Señor line of Professor Funtastic) had to go, but he'll be back again some day! 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! The pocket also contained a corncob pipe with a handwritten gift tag attached, presently kept in Dr. Everwood's personal possession (as they were the named recipient). The felt hat is kept in a secure locker at Site-55 in anticipation of renewed manifestations in 2022. Footnotes 1. Old South Church is not a place of Russian Orthodox worship. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6157" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6157. Licensed under CC-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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Special Containment Procedures: The search for SCP-6157 instances will resume on 14 December 2022, utilizing thaumic signature trackers in the possession of the GOI Research Group stationed at Site-55. Dr. J. Everwood is to be automatically reassigned to the SCP-6157 file at that time. Description: SCP-6157 is a blanket term for a series of anomalous individuals resembling baseline human beings but composed entirely of compacted sodium polyacrylate. No point of origin has been fixed for any of the twelve instances thus far documented, and no instance has survived for a period exceeding twenty-four hours. Discovery: The first instance of SCP-6157 was discovered in the Prudential Centre shopping mall in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America on 14 December 2021 when a patron bumped into a Dolby Toys restocker, who promptly exploded into a pile of artificial snow. Due to the close proximity of Site-55, Dr. J. Everwood was dispatched to carry out the initial witness interviews. Interview Log Subject: Nathan Wallis, Dolby Toys stockroom manager Dr. Everwood: Can you tell me about Kris? Wallis: Can I. Well, only kind of? I've never met someone so one-dimensional. The guy just would not stop talking about Christmas, over and over. He grilled every single person who came in today about it. Dr. Everwood: Did you ask him to stop? Wallis: Way above my pay grade, but the manager definitely did. Three times. You know what Kris said? Dr. Everwood: Couldn't begin to guess. Wallis: "You're not my real Navidad." Dr. Everwood laughs. Wallis: Right? Dr. Everwood: Sounds like a real comedian. Did he seem lonely? Wallis: Not really? Said he had a big family. Actually, he said "I'm a big family." Weird phrasing. Dr. Everwood: Yeah, that's not good. Wallis: No? You come from a big family? Dr. Everwood: That's… not what I meant. Wallis: No family, then? Dr. Everwood: Can we stick to the exploding guy? Wallis: Fair enough. Dr. Everwood: It says here that Kris was a temp. Wallis: Yep. Even in a pandemic, gotta keep the Christmas traditions alive. Shit on the radio, shit on the shelves, shit in the stockings and shit on the workers. He probably would've been fired by tomorrow, I don't think he did a damn thing today. Wallis pauses. Wallis: Except explode. Dr. Everwood nods. Wallis: So, uh… Dr. Everwood: Did he say where he came from? Provide any personal details? Wallis: Nope. We don't even know his last name, I think the manager was gonna pay him under the table. For all we know his name was Kris Kringle. Wallis pauses. Wallis: How much you wanna bet his name was Kris Kringle? Dr. Everwood: You seem to be taking this unusual occurrence unusually well. Wallis: Look, I've been awake for forty hours. Nothing surprises me. And after getting yelled at by my boss and the customers for two straight shifts, honestly? I wish more people would explode. Dr. Everwood nods. Wallis: Anyway, he did say he was looking for someone. Maybe you wanna know about that? Dr. Everwood prepares to take notes. Dr. Everwood: Absolutely. Any leads you can give us would be wonderful. Wallis: He was looking for someone named Everwood. Dr. Everwood stares at him. Wallis: So you probably wanna find whoever that is. Wallis and the remaining witnesses were amnesticized and released. Examination of the temp worker's remains revealed a unique thaumic signature; development on a tracking mechanism began immediately due to the subject's reference to possessing 'a big family'. Lacking any further attributes to focus on, Dr. Everwood's GOI Research Group was tasked with examining media reports and police band radio transmissions for individuals displaying unusual and problematic Christmas cheer. The following day, on the morning of 15 December, police were called to assess the sobriety of a mall Santa working at the Copley Place Mall in Boston. The police were intercepted, and Dr. Everwood made contact with the suspect instead. Interview Log Subject: Anonymous mall Santa, Copley Place Mall Dr. Everwood: Can you tell me your name? Second recorded SCP-6157 instance. Santa: I can tell you your name, Dr. Everwood. Dr. Everwood: I already know my name. I don't know yours. Santa: Me either! But do you want to know what the true meaning of Christmas is? Dr. Everwood: I want to know how you know my name. Santa: Santa always knows. Santa was made with that information. Dr. Everwood: You were made? Who made you? Santa: Someone who wants you to know the true meaning of Christmas. Do you want to know what the true meaning of Christmas is? Dr. Everwood: Heh, not really? Maybe later. So— Santa: Okay. The entity explodes, coating Dr. Everwood in artificial snow. Dr. Everwood: AAAUGH Witnesses were amnesticized. The thaumic tracker was delivered to Site-55 the following day, 16 December, and a scan of the Boston Metropolitan Area revealed an SCP-6157 signature at The Corner Mall. Mall security were tasked with locating and detaining any suspicious individuals whilst Dr. Everwood was en route. A security guard met them in the mall parking lot to discuss the matter. Interview Log Subject: Security guard, The Corner Mall Dr. Everwood: Hey. You find anything? Guard: Not the true meaning of Christmas, I'll tell you that much. Dr. Everwood: Cute. Did you identify any suspects, though? Guard: You know, they say this is the most wonderful time of the year. Dr. Everwood: They do say that. Guard: They say they're dreaming of a white Christmas. Dr. Everwood: Well. Only Bing Crosby says that, really. And it's more like sing— Guard: They say and then we were upsot. Oh, jingle bells. Dr. Everwood stares at the guard. Dr. Everwood: So, it's you then. Third recorded SCP-6157 instance. Guard: What does 'upsot' mean? Could that be the true meaning of— Dr. Everwood: It means 'upset'. But not in the sense— Guard: Is being upset the true meaning of Christmas? Dr. Everwood: I'm beginning to feel that way. Guard: You're beginning to feel a lot like Christmas? Dr. Everwood: I'm beginning to feel a lot like upsetting your slei— The guard explodes in a burst of artificial snow, and the wind blows it into Dr. Everwood's face. Dr. Everwood: GOD DAMMIT. There were no witnesses. The next thaumic signature appeared on 17 December, at Wrentham Village Premium Outlets. Mall security were not involved on this occasion, and Dr. Everwood intended to alter their interview approach for this subject. Agents quietly depopulated the mall and commenced amnesticization; one clerk remained unresponsive until Dr. Everwood arrived. Interview Log Subject: Store clerk, Wrentham Village Premium Outlets Clerk: Dr. Everwood. D— Fourth recorded SCP-6157 instance. Dr. Everwood: I want to know the true meaning of Christmas. The clerk blinks rapidly. Clerk: Of course you do. Well, what if it's presents? Dr. Everwood: Come again? Clerk: What if it's presents? They seem like a big deal. The entity gestures at the empty store. Clerk: Look at all the presents. Everybody wants one. Everybody wants the true meaning of presents. Christmas. Dr. Everwood: That's pretty reductive. Clerk: The true meaning of Christmas is pretty reductive. Dr. Everwood: I mean… yes, but as far as morals go, 'maybe it's presents' doesn't really do much for me? Clerk: Is there a moral? Dr. Everwood: Of course there's a moral. You're all doing some weird Christmas Carol thing, and once I've had my epiphany the game will stop. Clerk: Have you ever gotten a bad present? I bet that would really suck. Dr. Everwood: Uh— Clerk: I bet the true meaning of Christmas is getting presents that don't really suck. Dr. Everwood: Have you never heard that it's the thought that counts? Clerk: No. The clerk pitches forward, striking its head on the counter. Its head explodes, spilling onto Dr. Everwood's pants and shoes. Dr. Everwood: Better? I guess. SCP-6157 manifestations on 18 and 19 December were not intercepted in time due to an alteration in the manifestation pattern. The first instance appeared to be travelling down the Charles River, until MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") punched through the ice and discovered that the entity had already particulated, presumably as a result of having drowned. The second instance was involved in a bus accident on Bridge Street; witnesses reported that it had walked into traffic, apparently seeking a closer look at the advertisements wrapped onto the side of each city bus, until it was struck by one and immediately exploded. Witnesses were amnesticized and the bus impounded for particle removal. On 20 December, a new instance was detected at the Washington Park Mall. Dr. Everwood investigated. Interview Log Subject: Mall Santa, Washington Park Mall Dr. Everwood: Afternoon. Seventh recorded SCP-6157 instance. Santa: It's cold outside. Dr. Everwood: Please don't start singing. Santa: You were wrong. The true meaning of Christmas isn't outside. It has to be inside. It has to be inside the malls. Dr. Everwood: Why are you so fixated on this lesson? Santa: It's the reason for the season. Dr. Everwood stares at the Santa. Santa: Is the true meaning of Christmas the true meaning of Christmas? Dr. Everwood: Okay, do you guys not actually have an answer to thi— Santa: Is it about not knowing? Is it about finding out? Is it trying to find out? Is it about how I'm a good looking guy with a hole where my heart should be, and I just need the right woman to come along and thaw me? Dr. Everwood attempts to formulate a reply for several seconds. Dr. Everwood: …no? Definitely not. Santa: No? Definitely not? Dr. Everwood: Definitely not, because if you thaw someone out when they have a hole where their heart should be, then that someone will die. The entity blinks rapidly. Santa: Maybe it's about dying. Dr. Everwood: Beg pardon? Santa: Maybe the true meaning of Christmas is dying. Dr. Everwood: It's not. Santa: Maybe it is for me. The entity collapses into a pile of artificial snow on and around its chair. As the mall had already been closed due to a COVID-19 scare, there were no witnesses to amnesticize. The manifestation for 21 December was not detected until late in the evening, due to its unusual choice of venue: Old South Church. After a perimeter was established and the clergy detained for amnesticization, Dr. Everwood discovered the entity snuffing and relighting candles by the main entrance. Interview Log Subject: Priest, Russian Orthodox1 Priest: Have you come to pray, child? Eighth recorded SCP-6157 instance. Dr. Everwood: Oh, brother. Drop the act. Priest: Father. Dr. Everwood: What? Priest: Father, child, not brother. Do your parents know you're up this late, child? Dr. Everwood: Uh. Priest: Is staying up late the true meaning of Christmas? Have you come to pray to Santa? Have you been a good little boys and girls? Dr. Everwood: That doesn't make any sense. Priest: You either, huh. The entity snuffs the remaining candles. Priest: Is god the true meaning of Christmas? Dr. Everwood: What do you think? The entity re-lights each candle. Priest: Nah. The entity demanifests onto the candles, starting a small fire which consumes the guest book and badly scorches the table it was resting upon before Dr. Everwood locates a fire extinguisher. With the widening of the search parameters, and the acquisition of additional trackers, the instance for 22 December was quickly discovered. It had taken the guise of a homeless man sitting in a sleeping bag on a park bench in Boston Common. Interview Log Subject: Homeless man Dr. Everwood sits down on the bench. Site of ninth recorded SCP-6157 instance manifestation, post-interview. Dr. Everwood: If there's a point to all this, you're running out of time to make it. Homeless Man: Isn't that the truth. They watch as pedestrians are carefully maneuvered out of the park by MTF Gamma-5. Homeless Man: Do you have a family? Dr. Everwood: Not… not as such, no. Homeless Man: Me either. Except myselves. Dr. Everwood: Does that mean… do you share memories? Or are each of you different? Homeless Man: Yes. Dr. Everwood: Wow, both? What's it like to have separate cognition but shared mem— Homeless Man: And for the second question, no. Dr. Everwood sighs. Homeless Man: Sorry. I'm a little slow. It's the— Dr. Everwood: The shared cognition. The homeless man laughs. Dr. Everwood: I didn't expect you to have a sense of humour. Homeless Man: Maybe that's the true meaning of Christmas. Dr. Everwood: Probably not. Homeless Man: Probably not. The park is nearly empty now. Homeless Man: Is there only one of you? Dr. Everwood: Yeah. Homeless Man: Is that— Dr. Everwood: Is being alone the true meaning of Christmas? Homeless Man: Yes. Dr. Everwood: I sure hope not. Homeless Man: Me too. A heavy drift of snow falls from the branches of a tree overhanging the bench, striking the entity and Dr. Everwood. The entity disintegrates. Dr. Everwood emerges from the snow, visibly frustrated. The instance for 23 December was discovered early in the morning at the South Bay Center mall, which had not yet opened to the public for the day. The opening was postponed and the employees detained while Dr. Everwood confronted the SCP-6157 instance, once again occupying the mall's Santa Claus display. The Santa was sleeping in its chair, while an attendant in an elf costume attempted to wake him. Interview Log Subject: Mall Santa Attendant: Excuse m— Dr. Everwood: Run along. I'd like a word with Santa. Attendant: But— Dr. Everwood sits cross-legged on the floor in front of the chair. Tenth recorded SCP-6157 instance. Dr. Everwood: Hey! Old timer! Wake up! Dr. Everwood snaps their fingers. The Santa awakens with a start. Santa: We opening? What? The Santa peers down at Dr. Everwood. Santa: Aren't you a little old to be visiting Santa? Dr. Everwood: Let's cut to the chase. What's the true meaning of Christmas? Santa: There isn't one. Dr. Everwood: What? Santa: There isn't one. There aren't two. There's as many different meanings for Christmas as there are people it means something to. Only an idiot would think something as personal as a holiday could have one specific meaning across all contexts. Dr. Everwood: Well, okay, obviously, but— Santa: The very question is childish. It's a childish question. Why are you asking a child's question to a mall Santa at your age? Dr. Everwood: Okay, it's not my question, though, it's y— The attendant suddenly pitches forward, crashing over Dr. Everwood and exploding on them in a cloud of artificial snow. Dr. Everwood: AAAUGH Santa: What the fuck? What the fuck?! The witness was amnesticized. No entity was detected on 24 December, and Dr. Everwood held an impromptu Christmas party at Site-55 for the GOI Research Group. Security Camera Footage Subject: Breakroom Christmas Party Dr. Everwood is sitting at the open bar with their assistant, Rex Alces. Dr. Everwood: I guess I really let it get to me. Alces: Let what get to you? Dr. Everwood: This anomaly. I dunno if I thought it had something to teach me, or if I had something to teach it, but I definitely got lost in the sauce. I keep forgetting that sometimes these things don't mean anything. Alces: But sometimes they do. Don't they? Dr. Everwood takes a sip from their plastic cup of punch. Dr. Everwood: Sometimes. Wondertainment stuff usually does, even if it's not always a pleasant meaning, depending on the era. But whatever this is… no. I'm not sure this means anything at all. Alces: Then why's it bothering you so much? Dr. Everwood shrugs. Dr. Everwood: I guess it's starting to mean something to me anyway? I mean, I'm not sorry it's happening, per se, because winter is depressing and who doesn't need a bit of extra whimsy in December, but… look, I just feel bad for the guys. The guy. Whatever it is. Falling apart every day, never getting any answers… Alces: Sounds kinda like you. Dr. Everwood scoffs. Dr. Everwood: Kinda like us, you mean, Rex. Alces: Who's Rex? Rex Alces appears in the door of the breakroom. Alces: Okay, who's the jackass who took my lab coat? The entity collapses onto and around its stool, and Dr. Everwood staggers back, spilling their drink on themselves. Dr. Everwood: Ohhhhh you son of a. What was expected to be the final SCP-6157 instance appeared in a small, unnamed park just outside the Site-55 interdiction zone on Christmas Day. Dr. Everwood approached the entity while agents ensured they would not be disturbed. The instance had taken the form of a nondescript male in a thick winter coat and snow pants. It was making snow angels on the ground when Dr. Everwood initiated contact. Interview Log Subject: SCP-6157 Dr. Everwood: Merry Christmas. SCP-6157: Merry Christmas. Final recorded SCP-6157 instance. Dr. Everwood: And a happy New Year. SCP-6157: Not for me, probably. Dr. Everwood: No? SCP-6157: No. Dr. Everwood: Twelve days of Christmas, then nothing else? SCP-6157: Yep. Dr. Everwood: You know this was the wrong twelve days, right? They're supposed to go from Christmas to January 6. SCP-6157: Ah, who cares? It's all meaningless anyway. Both laugh. Dr. Everwood: I got you something. SCP-6157: A present? Dr. Everwood: Yeah. I guess we'll have to hold on to it for you when you're gone, but maybe I'll see you again next year? Dr. Everwood hands a bag containing a thick, wrapped package to SCP-6157. SCP-6157: Maybe. SCP-6157 unwraps the box. It contains a black felt hat. SCP-6157: Is there any magic in it? Dr. Everwood shakes their head. Dr. Everwood: You're magic enough without it. Thank you. SCP-6157: For what? I didn't get you anything. The entity dons the hat. Dr. Everwood: You thought about me. Maybe more than anyone else has in the last little while. Certainly more than I have. SCP-6157: You know what that is? Dr. Everwood: Pathetic? SCP-6157 shakes its head. SCP-6157: I think it might be the true meaning of— Dr. Everwood scoops up a handful of snow while the entity is talking, and pitches a snowball into its face before it can finish its sentence. It flops back into the snow, but remains intact. SCP-6157: I deserved that. Dr. Everwood lies down beside SCP-6157, and begins making a one-winged angel in the snow. After a moment, SCP-6157 mimics the motion with its other arm. Demanifestation occurs approximately twenty minutes later. The following note was discovered within SCP-6157's coat pocket: + Display Item - Hide Item Hi, kids at heart! You are sad that Señor Fluff (from the Tiny Señor line of Professor Funtastic) had to go, but he'll be back again some day! 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! The pocket also contained a corncob pipe with a handwritten gift tag attached, presently kept in Dr. Everwood's personal possession (as they were the named recipient). The felt hat is kept in a secure locker at Site-55 in anticipation of renewed manifestations in 2022. Footnotes 1. Old South Church is not a place of Russian Orthodox worship. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6157" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6157. Licensed under CC-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-6158 | safe | From: pcs.noitadnuof|7_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|7_5o To: pcs.noitadnuof|6_5o#pcs.noitadnuof|6_5o Subject: They found Nine. I know you two were very close. One (1) file attached. Would you like to open "scp-6158.zip"? . . . y_ Opening "scp-6158.zip"… Item №: SCP-6158 Personnel Clearance Level: 5 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6158 is to be kept in a secure containment locker in Site-02. Under no circumstances is SCP-6158 allowed to be plugged into any electronic or computerized network unless stated otherwise by O5 Command. Description: SCP-6158 is a semi-primitive computing structure consisting of several unified organic neural networks. SCP-6158 does not appear to decay over time, although this is difficult to ascertain due to its fragile nature. Because of this fragility and the unique way in which its nerves are fused, research on SCP-6158 consists primarily of observation alone. Researchers theorize that SCP-6158's neural composition consists of: between 2 and 3 complete human nervous systems between 6 and 7 complete domestic rat nervous systems one additional human cerebellum the partial parietal lobe of a domestic housecat a partially damaged adult human eye1 Of note is that there is only one completely intact human brain in SCP-6158's composition. All other brain matter is in separated yet undamaged parts, still connected to the network as a whole. All of SCP-6158's nerves converge at what is presumed to be the spinal cord of this centralized brain. SCP-6158's spinal cord tapers off and forms a rubber-encased wire that ends in a USB plug. Addendum 6158.1: SCP-6158 was discovered on 13/2/2022 during the procedural decommissioning of a Foundation front organization. As the building was being cleared out and documents were being marked for review, janitor Mikaela Webber located an unlabeled door that did not appear on the building's official plans. After breaking the door's lock and entering, the room appeared to be a makeshift office space set up in what was previously a supply closet. In it was a modified TRS-80 computer system, a small stack of papers, and a large sealed metal box containing SCP-6158. There was a small hole drilled into a bottom corner of the box that allowed SCP-6158's cord to be wound through in order to be plugged into the computer system. A small "W" was scratched into one of the sides of the metal box. Webber powered up the computer while SCP-6158 was still plugged into the terminal. She reported that after the computer completed its loading sequence, the system froze before the screen was rapidly filled with file names. Every file name appeared to consist of random chains of characters. Webber then attempted to force the computer to shut down, but the system did not respond. Moments later, an unknown entity bypassed the initiation codes for tools such as the Foundation General Alert System, various PA speakers, and lockdown protocols across multiple Sites. This allowed the entity to trigger PA announcements and alarms while also broadcasting their own audio. The broadcast in question was a minor cognitohazard that was reported to be a series of clashing tones, both high and low-pitched. Personnel present in affected Sites during this incident reported headaches, migraines, the taste of blood, as well as massive amounts of physical pain. Five percent of exposed personnel were temporarily hospitalized due to short-term paralysis that occurred upon hearing the broadcast. Those paralyzed claimed that they could hear a man screaming in the noise. Addendum 6158.2: While most of the documentation recovered from the storage closet currently remains illegible, there was a single printed flyer that remained in good condition, included below: + Display Recovered Document - You flew too close to the sun. Wow! The more you try to think, the more it will hurt. It is your penance for your hubris. After popular demand, we've brought back a brand new set of Little Misters, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! How fun! Find them all and become the Brand New Mr. Collector! 00. Mr. Prologue 01. Mr. Dark 02. Mr. Remembrance 03. Mr. Toxic 04. Mr. Collector 05. Mx. Voltage 06. ██. Gears 07. Mr. Memory 08. Mr. Nobody 09. Mr. Brainy ✔ 10. Ms. Seraph 11. Mr. Chronal and Mr. Dimension 12. Mr. Fish 13. Mr. Epilogue 14. Mr. Redd (Discontinued) Footnotes 1. Iris colour green. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6158" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6158. Licensed under CC-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-6159 | thaumiel | 777 close Info X SCP-6159-ARC Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Formerly the Book-Bound Devil Co-Author and Graphic Designer: Fantem Co-Author and Illustrator: Opossumistic A story about a devil with issues. And the friends who stuck by her through it all. This article's ending and future has been decided on by the community. The first entry into the Whore of Blood series of SCPs and tales. If you're looking for music to listen to this to, I recommend the album Deathconsciousness by Have a Nice Life, as a large part of this story is inspired by it. Word Count: 13k words/45 minutes ⚠️ Content warning: This story contain a reference to trans-related dysphoria, strong language, blasphemy, references to domestic, mental, and emotional abuse, violence, and themes relating to obsessive depression. ⚠️ content warning Item#: SCP-6159-ARC Level3 Secondary Class: belial Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-6159. Click to open image in browser. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-68 Dr. Jack Spring Dr. Maple Lynn MTF Tau-9 ("Bookworms") Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6159 is to be kept in a secure storage locker at Extradimensional Site-68. SCP-6159 is to be sealed inside High Security Containment Vault 4323 at Extradimensional Site-68. Should SCP-6159-1 leave SCP-6159, the use of lethal force against the entity is strictly forbidden. When attempting to apprehend SCP-6159-1, all acting personnel must either remain undetected by the entity or ensure that they have maintained an adequate distance (~700-800 meters) from the anomaly prior to capturing it. Personnel are forbidden from accepting any contracts SCP-6159-1 proposes without 05 Council approval. Apprehending SCP-6159-2 is to be done as soon as possible for the purpose of interrogating it. Researching both SCP-6159-1 and SCP-6159-2 for means of making containment more practical is a high priority. Description: SCP-6159 is the collective designation for a seemingly indestructible, untitled book, and the extradimensional space that makes up its interior. The object’s exterior has a blue leather cover with gold trimming. The text within SCP-6159’s pages is seemingly random, and changes constantly when unobserved. Once a subject opens the book, they become aware of its functionality, and can utilize SCP-6159 to open a stable, two-way portal to its interior extradimensional space. The interior of SCP-6159 is a localized dimension consisting of a massive, multistoried library containing an unknown, theoretically infinite amount of books. These books consist of both published works commonly available to the public, and several texts unknown to any publisher database. There does not appear to be any organizational structure to these books, their placement seeming entirely random. Likewise, the text within the books is random, with each sentence belonging to a different disparate work. This library is thought to be the source of the text appearing on the object's exterior. Additionally, when a subject is traversing SCP-6159’s interior, that subject has a chance of appearing on one of SCP-6159’s pages as an ink illustration, alongside the text. SCP-6159-1 refers to an Alpha Class Tartarean entity, or "archdemon1," that was discovered in SCP-6159's extra-dimensional space. The entity has called itself "Primrose Fatish Von Trevil," and claims to originate from “the Seventh Circle" otherwise known as the "Circle of Violence." It appears as a feminine humanoid with features resembling a black-backed jackal (Lupulella mesomelas) and stands at approximately 2.13m (7ft) in height. Any aggressive physical action attempted towards SCP-6159-1 will result in any injury that would be sustained by the entity to be replicated in targets of its choosing. The upper limit to the amount of subjects SCP-6159-1 can designate is unknown. This effect does not occur if it is unable to designate a target prior to being harmed, or if a subject has distanced themselves at least 22 meters from SCP-6159-1. While the entity claims to be non-hostile, extreme caution is advised when interacting with it. SCP-6159-2 refers to an uncontained Omega Class Tartarean entity, or "Imp2," who can materialize within SCP-6159's extra-dimensional space at will. SCP-6159-2 refers to itself as "Adrian," and claims to be SCP-6159-1's familiar. The entity stands at 0.6m (2ft) in height, has vaguely canid features with two short horns on its head, and is of indeterminate sex. SCP-6159-2 claims its goals are to return SCP-6159-1 to its place of origin, and to reunite it with the rest of its "family." Based on interactions with it, SCP-6159-2 is theorized to have been human prior to assuming its current form. While SCP-6159-2 appears to pose no direct harm to personnel, caution is to be maintained at all times when interacting with Tartarean entities. Update 12/27/2021 7:05 PM: No successful method is currently in place for fully containing SCP-6159-1 or SCP-6159-2. The anomaly has been given the sub-classification of Belial3 as diplomatic means of containment are currently being pursued by Dr. Maple Lynn and MTF Tau-9 ("Bookworms"). “Primrose Fatish Von Trevil," "Adrian Fatish," "the Utharia Testament," and the names and organizations mentioned by SCP-6159-1 and -2 are to remain under investigation. F-6159 EL-6159-1 INT-6159-2 SL-6159-3 INT-6159-4 BCF-6159-5 INT-6159-6 JA-6159-7 Foreword-6159 SCP-6159 Documents The following documents consist of the discovery of SCP-6159-1, interrogations performed by Dr. Lynn, audio logs of SCP-6159-1 and SCP-6159-2 conversing within SCP-6159, and other information. Documentation not presented here consists of detailed explanations of SCP-6159-1 and SCP-6159-2's origins, and the known contents and origins of the Utharia Testament, which may be found in 6159 Documents-2. Exploration Log-6159-1 Foreword: Upon discovery of SCP-6159, an expedition into its interior pocket dimension was authorized to determine the object's possible origins, and potential connections to the Serpent's Hand, Wanderer's Library, or other Groups of Interest. Dr. Lynn accompanied Mobile Task Force Tau-9 ("Bookworms") for her general expertise in bibliologic anomalies. <Begin Log> T9-1: First floor secure. Detecting anything, Lynn? Dr. Lynn: No, nothing that isn't expected. Humes are at a stable 1.2 Kants, and we're the only things making noise in the 500 meter area. T9-1: Understood. Proceeding to stairwell. Dr. Lynn: Wait, I think… I think someone's been here. T9-2: Recently? Dr. Lynn: Hard to say. There's open books scattered all over on the tables in front of us. There's no dust built up anywhere in the library so it's hard to say how long ago they've been here. T9-2: So… it could've been 2 minutes ago or 200 years ago. T9-3: I hope it was 200 years ago. I don't wanna run into any monster librarians in here. T9-4: Yeah, but what if they were hot though? [T9-1 sighs.] T9-1: … Glad you've got your priorities in check, Jess. T9-2: Think they were trying to find something, Dr. Lynn? Dr. Lynn: Maybe? All these books are unlabeled and uncatalogued though. Trying to find anything specific here would be impossible. T9-1: Stairs, let's proceed. [Agents proceed to the second floor. 12 minutes later agents stop.] Dr. Lynn: Hey, hold up. I'm getting something. Stay quiet. [Agents remain quiet for 30 seconds.] T9-2: I hear it. Dr. Lynn: It sounds like… pages being flipped? Like somebody’s reading. That way. SCP-6159-1, on arrival. Image taken from the exterior of SCP-6159 as MTF Tau-9 explored its interior. [Agents proceed slowly towards the source of the noise. After 2 minutes they turn a corner and make visual contact with SCP-6159-1 who is sitting, reading a book. All agents stop in place.] T9-2: Fuck. SCP-6159-1: Adrian, please, I know I do not look my best but it is not- [SCP-6159-1 looks up from its book briefly before doing a double take.] [Visual and audio feeds distort slightly due to the sudden spike of TRE4. SCP-6159-1 is seated in a chair surrounded by books piled and strewn around it. Its fur is unkempt, and its dress shirt is unbuttoned at the top with its suit jacket draped over the arm of the chair. SCP-6159-1 looks disorientated. Unknown medical inhalers can be seen littering the floor near the entity. A yellowish wilting potted plant is located on a table next to the entity.] [SCP-6159-1 drops its book to the floor and stands.] SCP-6159-1: What have you done with Adrian? Answer now. [SCP-6159-1's pupils pulse red briefly. Agents and Dr. Lynn shudder. After-action report states all agents felt "goose bumps" spread throughout their bodies all at once.] T9-4: T-that’s a- Dr. Lynn: Yes. I know. SCP-6159-1: I asked you a question. [Agents do not move. T9-2 and T9-4 exchange worried looks. Dr. Lynn takes a step forwards slowly.] Dr. Lynn: W-wait, we don't mean any harm. We're with the- SCP-6159-1: I know who you are with. I know what your organization does. If I find out you have captured Adrian and put them in one of your little boxes, I swear I will- Dr. Lynn: I promise we don't know who you're talking about. You're the only one we've encountered here so far. We're only here on an exploratory mission. [30 seconds of silence pass as SCP-6159-1 slowly looks over each agent.] SCP-6159-1: … No, you would have not been able to contain them. Your universe’s Foundation is relatively benign. How did you find the book? Dr. Lynn: It was being auctioned off alongside a cache of anomalous books. We think an ex-member of the Serpent's Hand must have found and sold them. That's all I know. [SCP-6159-1 sighs and pinches the space between its brow.] SCP-6159-1: I see. Apologies for the hostility. Would you happen to know how long this ex-member had it? Dr. Lynn: I… was hoping you knew. SCP-6159-1: Ugh, who thinks to steal a book?… Unbelievable. [SCP-6159-1 pulls out a phone, and checks the screen.] [SCP-6159-1 looks visibly unsettled and is heard whispering under its breath.] SCP-6159-1: … How long have I been in here. [There is a 15 second silence between SCP-6159-1 and T9. SCP-6159-1 spent this time looking at its lock screen.] SCP-6159-1: I am sorry but I must ask you to leave. I cannot be disturbed while I'm conducting my work here. Dr. Lynn: Your work being… ? SCP-6159-1: No comment. [SCP-6159-1 sits back down on its chair and picks up the book it dropped.] SCP-6159-1: Now, please leave. I am not interested in a conflict with your Foundation, and would rather like to be left- Ow! [SCP-6159-1 turns the page of the book and flinches, each member of T9 and Dr. Lynn flinch as well. All agents report getting an identical papercut on the top of their index fingers.] T9-1: What in the f- SCP-6159-1: One moment please. [SCP-6159-1 looks at its index finger and chants softly. Soon after, the papercut on the agent's fingers have been healed.] SCP-6159-1: Please take that as a show of good will. As well as a demonstration of what will happen should any harm come to me. I will make a promise to not harm any of you or your organization as long as I am not antagonized or prevented from continuing my work within the library. Understood? T9-1: Fine… move to exfil. We're done here. [Agents move back from SCP-6159-1 and turn the corner.] T9-3: Well, shit, guess we found our monster librarian. T9-2: I don't know about that, don’t think she works here. T9-4: … Still hot though. Did you see the size of her- SCP-6159-1: I CAN STILL HEAR YOU. [T9-1 sighs] T9-1: Goddamn it, Jess. <End Log> Closing Statement: After encountering SCP-6159-1 and confirming its status as an Alpha Class Tartarean, SCP-6159 has been moved to High Security Containment Vault 4323. Interview-6159-2 Foreword: Following the previous exploration, MTF Tau-9 has been tasked with approaching the entity again. Due to the extreme capabilities Alpha Class Tartarean entities possess, T9 has been equipped with non-lethal munitions, and a portable Scranton Reality Anchor with an effective negation range of 100 meters. The goal of this mission is to interrogate SCP-6159-1 for information on possible methods of apprehension and containment. Dr. Lynn has been allowed to accompany T9. <Begin Log> [MTF Tau-9 approaches the area SCP-6159-1 was last seen. It had moved its base of operations down the aisle. The entity's shirt is fully buttoned, and its fur is marginally more kempt. It is now wearing its suit, which is visibly creased. SCP-6159-1 was aware of T9's presence before their arrival. SRA was active prior to arrival.] SCP-6159-1: Good day. I assume you still have business on this floor of the library? Dr. Lynn: Yes, we actually wanted to talk with you. SCP-6159-1: … I hoped that would not be the case. Dr. Lynn: I understand but I- we think it's in your best interest to come with us. [SCP-6159-1 sighs, and clenches its fist. Its eyes pulse red again, and body-cams and audio distorts due to a sudden spike of TRE. All members of T9 report the same sensations from EL-6159-1 returning.] SCP-6159-1: I am not going anywhere, Dr. Lynn. We both know that. Dr. Lynn: Wait, how did yo- SCP-6159-1: Opposition research. I made a phone call. SCP-6159-1: You believed that I would not notice your reality anchor, and hoped that I would be gullible enough to follow you into a trap. Your universe's Foundation does not possess an anchor I cannot simply bypass. I am not going anywhere. [T9-1 signals T9 to release the safeties on firearms. T9 assumes a low ready position.] [SCP-6159-1 groans and turns towards T9-1.] SCP-6159-1: Please. Bean bag rounds and stun grenades are not going to work either. You would be in far more pain than I. T9-1: Bet. [T9-1 stares SCP-6519-1 down.] SCP-6519-1: … Daniel, if I wanted all of you dead I would have done so the moment we met. There was nothing stopping me. I do not want to hurt any of you. I may be an archdemon but I hold very little malice in my heart for humanity. SCP-6519-1: I told all of you prior. I am uninterested in engaging with your organization. If that was not clear enough, then let me state plainly: If you do not hurt me, I will not hurt you, your men, Dr. Maple Lynn, or your Foundation. SCP-6159-1: Do we have a deal? T9-1: … Fine. Tau-9, stand down. [All members of T9 stand down.] SCP-6159-1: Thank you. SCP-6159-1: At least you did not bother with the blessed munitions. Human produced holy ammunition and water may have been a semi-effective deterrent during the incident with the Las Vegas Special Economic Zone, but it would not have been effective here. SCP-6159-1: I admire the attempt, but you and I both know this world's Foundation lacks the capability to contain an archdemon. T9-1: How much do you know exactly? SCP-6158-1: Beyond just your names? Assume I know everything. Including your internet search history. [SCP-6159-1 glances at T9-4, who shifts nervously.] SCP-6159-1: My point is, I have ties to organizations that make yours look quaint in comparison, and persons who could single-handedly destroy your entire organization from the top down. So, I suggest you take my warning to heart and never repeat this attempt. I will not interfere with your Foundation's business here and you will not interfere with mine. Dr. Lynn: L-Look, I apologize. I admit, we… may have gotten off on the wrong foot here. Our equipment was only brought in for our own safety, not as an act of aggression towards you. We only came back so we could interview you. We just want to understand you better. SCP-6159-1: … I would say this is a frankly terrible first impression if I had not already met you prior. Conversations are hard to have when the other party comes to the table with weapons ready and paratech magic suppressors. Dr. Lynn: I… understand that. Well, if that's the case… [Dr. Lynn motions T9-3 to deactivate the SRA. T9-3 complies. Dr. Lynn reaches for her side-arm and un-holsters it. SCP-6159-1 raises an eyebrow before Dr. Lynn sets it down on the table next to her and steps forward.] Dr. Lynn: My name, as you already know, is Dr. Maple Lynn. I'm a researcher with the SCP Foundation. I specialize in bibliographic anomalies and would like to know more about you. What's your name? [Dr. Lynn extends her open hand out for SCP-6159-1.] [SCP-6159-1 blinks and looks at Dr. Lynn and then down to her outstretched hand. SCP-6159-1 stands up slowly and approaches her.] SCP-6159's rendition of Dr. Lynn and SCP-6159-1. [SCP-6159-1 grasps Dr. Lynn's hand and gives it a gentle shake.] SCP-6159-1: Primrose. Primrose Fatish Von Trevil. Lawyer, diplomatic liaison, mercenary, surgeon, and pharmaceutical chemist. Whore of Blood, and true heiress to the Throne of Blood in the Seventh Circle. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Dr. Lynn. Dr. Lynn: That… is a rather impressive list of credentials. Is that… normal for archdemons? SCP-6159-1: Some of them, perhaps. The royal title of 'Whore' requires one to be a multi-disciplinary individual. At the service and betterment of whoever requires me. Dr. Lynn: I… see. Um, may I sit down, Primrose? SCP-6159-1: You may. [Dr. Lynn brings a chair to sit across from SCP-6159-1 who had now returned to its seat.] Dr. Lynn: Thank you. I won't take too much of your time. Just need to ask a few more questions. SCP-6159-1: Be my guest. Dr. Lynn: Could you explain what you meant by ‘true heiress to the Throne of Blood?’ You're an archdemon. That would mean you're the ruler of the Seventh Circle, correct? SCP-6159-1: … That is… complicated. Dr. Lynn: Okay, try me. [SCP-6159-1 sighs and pinches its brow.] SCP-6159-1: No, I am not the ruler of the Seventh Circle. Technically speaking, nobody is. The Intercircular Diet of Violence is the closest thing to a ruling body. If that body were a fetid corpse. Dr. Lynn: I sense you're not their biggest fan. SCP-6159-1: I am not. SCP-6159-1: The Diet is made up of seven of my father’s old flunkies who style themselves as self-appointed ‘Grand Dukes.’ They think of themselves as royalty. I think of them as parasites. SCP-6159-1: They are the ones actively preventing my ascension to the Throne of Blood. My only solace is that they are too busy fighting each other to focus on directly interfering with me. Dr. Lynn: Why wouldn’t they want you to take the throne? SCP-6159-1: Because I would remove them from power. Again, they are parasites. Dr. Lynn: That sounds like a mess. SCP-6159-1: Blame my father. All he was ever good for was making the entire circle miserable. Dr. Lynn: So, what are you doing now if you aren't a ruler? SCP-6159-1: I operate… Sorry, I used to operate a law firm. Prim and Proper Legal Solutions. We focus primarily on class action lawsuits, but we also do a fair amount of pro bono work. Dr. Lynn: You used to? SCP-6159-1: Yes. The firm is on hiatus. Temporarily. Dr. Lynn: I see, well- [Dr. Lynn accidentally kicks one of the many unknown medical inhalers on the ground. She reaches down to pick one up and examines it.] Dr. Lynn: … I hope I’m not prying, but may I ask what these are? There’s quite a lot here. SCP-6159-1: Apologies; there are not any trash bins in this place. These are DreamSmoke™5 inhalers. They are a brand of light demonic sleep aids. Dr. Lynn: Oh, alright, I see. So, you mentioned an… 'Adrian' during our last meeting. May we ask who that is? [SCP-6159-1 thinks for a moment and taps its chin. T9-3 uses this as an opportunity to place a surveillance device on the shelf near SCP-6159-1.] SCP-6159-1: Adrian is… they are my familiar, paralegal, and… best friend. We have known each other for a while. A century by this point, though it feels much, much longer. I thought you and your escorts were them when you approached me. Dr. Lynn: Huh, was there a reason why you thought we might have been them? SCP-6159-1: Oh, it was the swearing, mostly. That, and Oliver over there has a similar accent to them. St. Louis, Missouri… yes? T9-2: Yes, ma’am. SCP-6159-1: Adrian was usually the one to visit me here. To check in on me. They used to help me here with my work but… [SCP-6159-1 becomes silent for 10 seconds.] Dr. Lynn: Primrose? SCP-6159-1: N-No, I… sorry, It has been awhile since I last spoke with anyone. I have been rather distracted with my work here. Dr. Lynn: Your work? May I ask what that might be? I understand if it's highly confidential considering your, uh, various professions but we still need to know your purpose for being here. SCP-6159-1: It is confidential, sadly. And while I may have scrubbed this area of Akiva radiation, I would still be putting you in extreme danger should too much information be leaked. All you need to know is that I am attempting to find information on a very, very ancient crime and the ensuing conspiracy that covered it up, and I know somewhere this library has the evidence I need. Dr. Lynn: How do you know? SCP-6159-1: Are you aware of the nature of this library? I see you are aware of its ties to the Serpent at least, otherwise your superiors would not have sent Tau-9 with you. Dr. Lynn: We have… some knowledge, yes. The rest, however, is just conjecture on our part. Enlighten us? SCP-6159-1: The book we are currently residing in is one of the many early attempts made by the Serpent to create what's now known as the Wanderer's Library. A repository of all the knowledge in all of existence. Unsurprisingly, this place holds every single text ever written in every single world. Living. Dead. Infernal. Divine. And beyond. Infinitely updating itself. Sound familiar? Dr. Lynn: That sounds about right for what we know about the Wanderer's Library. But… you said this was an early 'attempt' at creating the library. As in this was a… failure? SCP-6159-1: … That was a bit harsh, Dr. Lynn. Without the lessons she learned here we would not even have the Wanderer's Library today. I would rather you not refer to her hard work here as a failure. Dr. Lynn: O-Oh, um, apologies. I didn't mean to offend. I only wanted more context on this book's history. SCP-6159-1: … No, it is- I am sorry, I know you did not mean to insult her. The Serpent is a family friend, and I… just felt defensive, I suppose. I am normally more on top of my emotions but… well… Dr. Lynn: You're under a lot of stress here. I understand. I'll try to be more respectful with my language going forward. SCP-6159-1: … Thank you. That is… very considerate of you. SCP-6159-1: But yes, to answer your question earlier: This book was a prototype. A rough sketch or an early draft of the idea of the Wanderer's Library. As a result it has… several major issues. This library's collection is completely disorganized and uncatalogued. The books themselves are unlabeled and untitled. Not only that, the text within the book is an issue as well, I mean- here, look at this. [SCP-6159-1 shows Dr. Lynn the book it was holding.] Dr. Lynn: This is… Wait, what am I reading here? SCP-6159-1: You are reading the combined text of a cookbook, a personal diary, and what I think is an instructional manual on how to construct a homemade thermonuclear weapon. Each sentence is from their respective text. The library compiles them all in a big messy heap like this. SCP-6159-1: This place collects all written text in every world. But due to an oversight in design, this library does not distinguish between actual useful information and useless noise. Attempting to gain any useful knowledge here is… Dr. Lynn: Impossible? SCP-6159-1: Difficult. This library holds all the knowledge in existence, theoretically speaking. You just need to find it. Dr. Lynn: You've been at this for a lot longer than a year, have you? SCP-6159-1: Yes. It has been a very long time. I think a full year was the longest I ever spent here though. Dr. Lynn: By yourself? You mentioned that Adrian used to help you here with your research. Is there a reason why they aren't here with you? Are they waiting for you back, uh… home? [SCP-6159-1 stares off to the side. The entity remains silent for 15 seconds.] Dr. Lynn: I'm sorry if that was too personal a question, Primrose. We can just- SCP-6159-1: Do you want to know what the worst issue with this book is? The one I loathe the most, Dr. Lynn? Dr. Lynn: … What is it? SCP-6159-1: The Serpent made the book here. In this living world. As such, she used the magic sourced from this world and this world only. As a result, she discovered that the book only functions in this world and nowhere else. When brought to another plane, it turns back into a blank book, its contents inaccessible. Then she found another issue: it was not possible to check books out of this library as well. Defeating the entire purpose she had of sharing the collected knowledge here. SCP-6159-1: If you wish to make use of this library's function, you must remain in this world, within the book itself. You cannot take it with you or bring anything out. It is why I am still here. Still searching. It is why I… cannot return home. Yet. Dr. Lynn: I’m… sorry to hear that, Primrose. But, what about Adrian? SCP-6159-1: Adrian and I worked together initially to pore through all these books. We did not stay here for long, maybe a few days at first. But that soon turned into a week and then a few weeks and then a month and… so on. They could not stay here for that long, so they returned home and would come back to help me whenever they could. Dr. Lynn: Alright, but where are they? You said it's been a year, right? That’s quite the gap without seeing each other. SCP-6159-1: Adrian and I had a… professional disagreement. That is all I feel comfortable sharing. Dr. Lynn: I understand. Did you expect them to return soon? SCP-6159-1: I mean… I expected them to return eventually… They should have been back with more DreamSmoke™. I did not think they would have been absent for this long. We may have said some things we did not mean but… [SCP-6159-1 begins to rub its eyes.] SCP-6159-1: A whole year?… It could not have been that long, it just is not possible. I thought it was a month or two, at most… I- I mean… how could- Dr. Lynn: Primrose, I think we can end the interview here. I don't want to… distract you from your work. SCP-6159-1: Okay. That is- okay. Thank you. Dr. Lynn: We'll take our leave now. We may return at a later date for another interview. But until then, take care of yourself. SCP-6159-1: Yes. You too, then. T9-4: … Good luck, lady. Hope you find whatever it is you're looking for. [Dr. Lynn and the rest of T9 turn to leave. The surveillance device records SCP-6159-1 sitting in its chair unmoving for the next 30 minutes. Eventually, it reaches down to pick up one of the scattered medical inhalers and pumps it twice in its mouth. Within 10 minutes it falls asleep in its chair.] <End Log> Surveillance Log-6159-3 <Begin Log> [5 hours and 14 minutes have passed since the events of INT-6159-2. SCP-6159-1 was still asleep when the entity known as “Adrian,” or SCP-6159-2, walked into frame. Due to the placement of the surveillance device, only its horns and the top of its head are visible. It takes a moment to observe the litter on the ground, as well as SCP-6159-1 itself, and sighs.] SCP-6159-2: … Fuck. [SCP-6159-2 walks up to SCP-6159-1’s chair, climbs up to sit on the armrest, and gently smacks the other entity’s face.] SCP-6159's rendition of SCP-6159-2. SCP-6159-2: Wake the fuck up, SleepyHead. [SCP-6159-1 groans, and shifts to curl up into a ball.] [SCP-6159-2 groans back, and tries to shake SCP-6159-1 awake.] [SCP-6159-1 groans again, and tucks its face into the seat of the chair.] SCP-6159-2: [Groan] C’mon! Prim! Wake up! SCP-6159-1: Guuuhhh… Wha- Who…? SCP-6159-2: Who else do you think, dumb ass? Shit, you look awfu- SCP-6159-1: ADRIAN! [SCP-6159-1 cuts off the other entity by bringing it in for a hug, and squeezing tightly.] SCP-6159-1: I missed you so much! I thought you would never come back! SCP-6159-2: Prim, Prim, I think you’re crushing my spine. [SCP-6159-1 squeezes SCP-6159-2 even harder.] SCP-6159-2: Seriously, I think I heard a vertebrae pop. Could you ease up? SCP-6159-1: Mm, no, I do not want to. SCP-6159-2: [Groans] Fuckin’ hell… [SCP-6159-2 sighs and wraps its arms around SCP-6159-1.] SCP-6159-2: … I missed you too, dude. [SCP-6159-1 lets SCP-6159-2 go. SCP-6159-2 floats in front of SCP-6159-1.] SCP-6159-2: So… should we talk about the leviathan in the room here or… ? SCP-6159-1: What do you mean, Adrian? SCP-6159-2: Prim, you’re being held captive by a bunch of Nazis. SCP-6159-1: No, they are not Nazis in this universe. That was the other one. The SKP. If they were, I would have killed them all like last time.6 SCP-6159-2: I meant more in general, like, do these guys still use mentally handicapped death row inmates to talk to archdemons? SCP-6159-1: That was ages ago. Their Ethics Committee has been slowly phasing out the need for the D-Class for the past few decades now. They actually release their inmates at the end of their term now. SCP-6159-2: Pfft seriously? I doubt that. SCP-6159-1: They do. The inmate Ansiel told us about is currently living in a Foundation adult disability home. He still has that little toy rabbit Ansiel returned to him as well. SCP-6159-2: Prim, do you seriously- wait, hang on, this shit’s been bothering me since I walked in. [SCP-6159-2 marches over to the surveillance device, planted underneath the shelf, picks it up and looks directly into the camera.] SCP-6159-2: Fuckin’ saw you the moment I walked in! You guys really think you’re slick as fuck, huh? SCP-6159-1: Adrian… SCP-6159-2: I saw Prim and her family tear through an entire legion of you goose-stepping sideways assholes like it was nothing. SCP-6159-1: Adrian. SCP-6159-2: Do you wanna know what ”I’ll fuck you with a chainsaw” sounds like in Latin? You will, if I tell her wife you have Prim locked up here. Oh and her fuckin’ brother, if he finds ou- SCP-6159-1: ADRIAN! I am fine. I am not being held captive. SCP-6159-2: … You’re not? [SCP-6159-2 places the surveillance device back on the shelf.] SCP-6159-1: No. If anything, I am holding them captive. I can leave at any time. SCP-6159-2: Then why don’t you? [SCP-6159-1 remains silent for 5 seconds.] SCP-6159-1: You know why I cannot. SCP-6159-2: You know I’m not the only one who misses you, right? Morningstar and Astia haven’t seen you in a year. What do you even have to show for it? SCP-6159-1: Well… I have learned a lot of things, but I am really close. There cannot be much more unti- SCP-6159-2: Prim, that’s what you said a YEAR ago! SCP-6159-1: Adrian, I- SCP-6159-2: No, shut up. You need to stop this shit right now. I told you before, there’s NOTHING fuckin’ here. SCP-6159-1: [groans.] Not this again, Adrian. SCP-6159-2: The Big Snake said it herself. SCP-6159-2: She told your mom that there might be something in here, and she could try lookin’, but recommended against it. SCP-6159-2: You know what I think fuckin’ happened? I think Babs just came in here, saw how fucked these books were for herself, and left. SCP-6159-2: And I think it’s time you do the same. SCP-6159-1: … This is too important for me to stop. And I have already spent so much time here, I cannot just… walk away with nothing. SCP-6159-2: You can and you should. Especially since all this shit left you with nothing. Remember Prim and Proper Legal Solutions? Our law firm we spent fuckin' AGES building up? SCP-6159-1: Of course I do, it is still there is it not? SCP-6159-2: Oh yeah sure, it's just a law firm without a FUCKIN' LAWYER NOW. SCP-6159-1: Adrian, please- SCP-6159-2: How long are you gonna spend here? We want you back home, Prim. All of us miss you. SCP-6159-1: We are not having this conversation again, Adrian. I cannot be distracted from my work here. SCP-6159-2: Oh, like the DreamSmoke™ canisters you need to empty? Prim, this is the LAMEST drug you could've used as a crutch. You know what too much of this shit does to you? SCP-6159-1: I am fine. SCP-6159-2: You’ve become an actual SleepyHead, dude. Look at the plant Astia gave you! It’s fuckin’ dying. Where’s Morningstar’s feather?… Where’s my chip? SCP-6159-1: I used his feather as a bookmark, it is around here… somewhere. As for your poker chip I kept it close by me while I transcribed the books. It is just over- [SCP-6159-1 points to the table next to it. The spot the entity is pointing to is empty.] SCP-6159-1: … There. SCP-6159-2: Prim. SCP-6159-1: W-Wait, no, it was- I swear it was just- SCP-6159-2: You lost my chip. SCP-6159-1: No, I- I… SCP-6159-2: … [SCP-6159-1 is silent, and looks away. After 10 seconds of silence, SCP-6159-2 walks up to SCP-6159-1, and reaches under its chair. The entity pulls out a slightly burnt poker chip.] SCP-6159-2: Found it for you. [SCP-6159-2 tosses the burnt poker chip at SCP-6159-1 who catches it and holds it in its hand.] SCP-6159-2: Don’t lose it again. And before you ask, no, I’m not helping you find Star’s feather. You gotta do that shit yourself. [SCP-6159-1 remains silent.] SCP-6159-2: … I’m heading back home, Prim. [SCP-6159-2’s eyes glow a deep gold color as they begin speaking. The visual and audio feeds distort as a gold portal opens behind SCP-6159-2.] SCP-6159-2: Maybe I’ll see you there this year. [SCP-6159-2 enters the portal. SCP-6159-1 sits motionless in its chair. The poker chip trembles in the entity’s hand. After 2 minutes SCP-6159-1 stores the poker chip in its inner jacket pocket. The entity stands up from its chair and moves towards the large pile of books next to it. SCP-6159-1 kneels down and begins digging through the pile.] <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, priorities have shifted in SCP-6159-1’s containment: Business partners and relatives of the entity pose an extreme threat to the Foundation. Possible confrontation with the entity's relatives is deemed highly likely, should SCP-6159-1 remain in SCP-6159. Assisting the entity in its goal has been deemed infeasible due to SCP-6159’s infinite size and lack of organization. Efforts are now being made to try and convince SCP-6159-1 to return to its point of origin. Interview Log-6159-4 Foreword: Due to her established rapport with SCP-6159-1, Dr. Maple Lynn has been sent into SCP-6159 with MTF Tau-9 escorting her. Dr. Maple Lynn is tasked with convincing the entity to return to its place of origin. <Begin Log> [Dr. Lynn begins the recording, and attaches the device to the inside of her jacket.] Dr. Lynn: Alright, almost there. When we see her, try and give us some space, alright? T9-1: Dr. Lynn, I don’t like this. We shouldn’t be playing therapist to Alpha Class Tartareans. Dr. Lynn: Do you think you can handle her in a confrontation? Or her family? We are not dealing with the lesser demons from Undervegas here, we’re dealing with an archdemon. An infernal demi-god, with connections to other archdemons. We should be thankful she’s at least civil. T9-1: Look, I know. But you know what demons are like. The best of them seem civil on the outside but they’re all fucking deranged on the inside. I haven’t seen one that- SCP-6159-1: AGAIN, I CAN HEAR YOU. Dr. Lynn: … Daniel, this one is clearly different. I’ve never thought of a demon being… like this. T9-1: Fine. If anything goes wrong just give us the signal and we’ll exfil. Dr. Lynn: Thank you. Just hang back and I’ll… try and pretend she didn’t just hear this entire conversation. [Dr. Lynn approaches the entity who is on its knees and sorting through various books.] Dr. Lynn: Hello Primrose. Sorry about that, I wanted to talk with you one more time. SCP-6159-1: It… is fine. Well, it is not fine, but it is fine. I am in the middle of trying to find something, as I believe you are aware. Dr. Lynn: Yeah. Your friend gave the intern in charge of surveillance a heart attack. He called the site director and started screaming that “Satan was about to kill us all.” SCP-6159-1: Apologies. Adrian was just trying to look out for me. Dr. Lynn: So… uh, were they joking about your family waging a war against us? SCP-6159-1: Oh, no, they actually would do so if they believed that you were holding me captive. Or if you were a variant of the Sonderkommando für Paranormales, which you are not. Dr. Lynn: Yes, and we have some questions about that particular incident. Specifically, why you attacked them. We obviously have a few reasons why you would want to, but we don’t have the full picture. SCP-6159-1: Well, for one, they are literal Nazis, so there is the principle of the matter. But, we believed they were holding the mother of my half-brother, Morningstar, hostage. They were not, but we had to kill everyone to find that out. Dr. Lynn: I-I see. [SCP-6159-1 stands up from the ground and proceeds to sit down on its chair. Dr. Lynn proceeds to sit across from it.] SCP-6159-1: … You are not in danger, Dr. Lynn. We often approach things from a more diplomatic standpoint, but we did not deem them worthy of that for very obvious reasons. Dr. Lynn: Well, that’s a relief to hear. If they were a normal instance of the SCP Foundation, you'd have negotiated? SCP-6159-1: That depends. Your version of the SCP Foundation, like I said prior, is relatively benign. You can be reasoned with. There are others who cannot. Other versions of your Foundation that are so drunk on their own power that they feel they can contain the entire world. SCP-6159-1: There are Foundations out there that make yours look like a small town police department by comparison. For instance, you do not possess a Deus Ex Machina in Yellowstone. Dr. Lynn: Pardon? SCP-6159-1: For all intents and purposes, let us just call it a… “reset button.” It is not doing the concept justice, but you get the idea. Dr. Lynn: Mmm… maybe. I can’t really… make a comment on all of that. SCP-6159-1: A benign Foundation is not a bad thing, Dr. Lynn. The universes where the Foundation ends up ruling the world are not very good places to live, I assure you. Dr. Lynn: Well, let’s change the topic then. Could we talk about your family for a moment? You said that your brother is named, uh, Morningstar? SCP-6159-1: Yes. He is not the Adversary, if that is what you were thinking. Information from other worlds tends to leak out in strange ways.7 You are not the only Earth that has conflated my brother’s name with the name of the ruler of Inferno8 SCP-6159-1: Let me give you another example, do you know how demons are usually depicted in popular culture? As little red men with goatees and a pitchfork? Dr. Lynn: Yeah? I always thought that was a little strange, honestly. [SCP-6159-1 gestures to itself.] SCP-6159-1: I am the little red man with the fork. Dr. Lynn: W-wait but… that’s… you aren’t little, or a man, or have a fork. SCP-6159-1: No, the fork part is actually accurate. [SCP-6159-1 materializes an ornate, thorned pitchfork in its hand. Dr. Lynn and Tau-9 are visibly startled.] Dr. Lynn: O-Oh! You uh, had that the entire time, huh? SCP-6159-1: Yes. [SCP-6159-1 dematerialises its weapon.] Honestly, it is a little dysphoric, I mean, I spent so much time and money on transitioning only for mortals to think of me as an ugly little red man! And with a goatee! Where did that even come from?! I never ONCE had a goatee! [SCP-6159-1 sighs and rubs its temples.] SCP-6159-1: You can understand, right, Dr. Lynn? Dr. Lynn: I do. Even after years of HRT9, It felt so frustrating to keep living that lie, so I can imagine what it might be like to have that lie constantly pressed on you like that. Dr. Lynn: I still have family who can’t accept who I am now. They kept bringing up my pre-transition self, how “handsome I used to be” and how “good I looked” with facial hair. SCP-6159-1: I can relate. In general, not specifically. [SCP-6159-1 gestures to itself, referencing its fur.] [Dr. Lynn laughs.] Dr. Lynn: Well, the difference is that you actually look good with fur on your face. I can’t say the same for myself. SCP-6159-1: Hah. I certainly look better with my fur than without. I had to be degloved a few times for the sake of a permanent transition. Adrian used to refer to me as “Bratwurst.” Dr. Lynn: Goodness, that sounds like an intense procedure. SCP-6159-1: Very, but the results are undeniable. SCP-6159-1: Back on topic though, I have been confused with the Adversary, my own brother, and the Greek god Pan for absolutely no reason. I do not even look remotely like any of them. The way information distorts through different universes is absolutely migraine inducing, honestly. T9-4: I didn't know that was, like, a thing that could happen. SCP-6159-1: Really? This is fairly common knowledge for us in Inferno. I know you visit Undervegas often and have a number of social relationships there. I am surprised none of them ever told you about this. T9-4: Uh, well, I’m usually too busy doing other… things… to talk shop like that. [T9-3 chuckles.] T9-3: Yeah, like doing all your boy-toys from the Handsome Boy Modeling School. T9-4: It’s not my fault! I can’t say no to them whenever I’m in town! T9-2: Aren’t you the one who hits them up first? T9-4: … Maybe. SCP-6159-1: Still, I thought they would have told you something. They are a well versed mercenary company and that specific squad you are dating has hunted down targets on multiple worlds prior. [T9-4 stares at SCP-6159-1 and blinks] T9-4: Wait, mercenary company? SCP-6159-1: I- yes? You know, it is the Handsome Boy Modeling School? As in Lust’s premiere royal mercenary company? SCP-6159-1: The ones who answer to Queen Asmodeus directly? SCP-6159-1: They work with Site-666 to maintain security in Undervegas? T9-4: … Oh. T9-4: Oh, yeah okay. That makes a lot more sense now. SCP-6159-1: I am sorry but- what did you think their job was? T9-4: I thought they were just like… you know… prostitutes. [SCP-6159-1 remains silent for 5 seconds.] SCP-6159-1: … No. They are not. T9-4: Well, I know that now. SCP-6159-1: It seemed rather obvious. T9-4: Listen, I'm good at my job and what I do. I don't pretend that I'm all that smart outside of it. T9-3: You know, I was always wondering why they never charged you. T9-2: I was wondering why they were all carrying guns. [T9-1 clears his throat loudly] T9-1: Can we please get back on topic? SCP-6159-1: Yes. Apologies, what was the topic again? Dr. Lynn: Uh, right, your family. It’s good to know that they aren’t about to kill us all, but we still have questions. What was your relationship with your family? Was everything good back home? SCP-6159-1: I love them more than anything. Truthfully? I am here for them. The evidence I am looking for involves the… man who hurt them. Dr. Lynn: What did he do? We know that you’re after something about a crime that was committed, but we might need to know the scale of the crime and how it relates to your family. SCP-6159-1: It does not relate to my family. Not directly, at least. SCP-6159-1: This crime is what began a multi-millennial reign of terror that indirectly, but intentionally, caused grief to the other members of my family. If I can prove what this person did… maybe we can finally try to arrange his removal. Or at least have him face some kind of consequence for his actions. Dr. Lynn: And what crime did he commit? SCP-6159-1: I allege mass-familicide. As a young child, he killed his entire family, claimed the seat of power for himself, and covered the crime up by erasing them from history. Dr. Lynn: That’s a very serious allegation. How did you first find out about this? SCP-6159-1: My mother took a keen interest in this case. She was tipped off by the Serpent, and… I suppose I am taking it up in her place. Dr. Lynn: I know you said the information is confidential and potentially dangerous but… it would help us to know what you are looking for specifically. Who exactly is the accused in this situation? SCP-6159-1: … I apologize but I cannot tell you. Dr. Lynn: Not even a hint? SCP-6159-1:… Dr. Lynn, I need you to understand. I am an archdemon. There are very few entities that I am truly wary of. I ask that you please use your imagination. [Dr. Lynn puts a hand to her chin and furrows her brow. She is silent for 10 seconds.] Dr. Lynn: I… I think I can understand. SCP-6159-1: When this crime was committed, there was a text written about it. And this text was deemed damning enough for the accused to destroy both the text, its writer, and the universe that he inhabited. There was nothing left, not even dust. SCP-6159-1: I think it goes without saying that I am after this text. Dr. Lynn: There was something I’ve been thinking about since we first met. Why are you here, exactly, and not in the Wanderer’s Library? If you and your mother knew the Serpent, and her library is more functional, why are you searching here? SCP-6159-1: The text itself was destroyed before it could be archived. And even if she could, the Serpent would not carry it in her library. It is simply too dangerous. And considering the sorts of books the Wanderer’s library has in its catalog, I think that says a lot. She only knew enough to give my mother the name of the text’s author: Utharia. SCP-6159-1: The Serpent was the one who suggested my mother look here. Like I said before, this book automatically collects all written text in all of existence, from useless noise to precious knowledge. Due to the way information bleeds through worlds, the Serpent believed that parts of Utharia’s testament survived in other written work. Dr. Lynn: So… wait. Even if you found what you’re looking for, then it wouldn’t be an accurate account, would it? Like you said, information tends to distort between worlds. SCP-6159-1: Perhaps, but… I can get close enough. If I can find enough texts to put together then I can possibly assemble something coherent. Here, let me show you an example… [The entity presents a handwritten page to Dr. Lynn and points at the following text.] And so the Hunter climbed Climbed away from the forest Climbed on top of the bodies of his brothers Climbed on top of the bodies of his sisters He stood atop of the tower of corpses And took aim at the sky. To the great pitier And fired arrow after arrow, A trail of colorful light behind them Until one. And only one Met his father’s throat Who could only gasp and choke Who looked down at his only remaining son And asked the final question: “Are you happy?” And he fell. From the top of the universe Breaking every star Breaking every bone Onto the cold hard floor of the earth As lifeless As the dust that surrounded him [Dr. Lynn reads the passage, and looks up to SCP-6159-1.] Dr. Lynn: Is this… a poem? What is this? SCP-6159-1: This is proof that this library does contain what I am looking for. SCP-6159-1: This is an excerpt from The Books of Fever and Jealousy. This poem was restructured from twenty different books, of which Adrian and I found amongst four thousand other books. SCP-6159-1: On another Earth it was a religious text written by a persecuted death cult. On your Earth, it became a fictional text called The Books of Terror and Longing from the fictional academic thesis and album Deathconciousness, written by author-slash-musician Dan Barrett. SCP-6159-1: The names are different and so is some of the text, but there is enough here that I can see what it is all pointing to. I know I am close to assembling something concrete. Dr. Lynn: Primrose, I- may I be frank with you? You’re a lawyer, you know none of this is really enough to prosecute, uh, the subject of your investigation. What does all of this really mean to you? SCP-6159-1: I… I am unsure what you are trying to say, Dr. Lynn. Dr. Lynn: I want to know what this represents to you. I believe you said earlier that you’re doing this for your family, right? But… Well, we know how much your family misses you. Don’t you think they'd want you home instead? [SCP-6159-1 shifts uncomfortably.] SCP-6159-1: They… would not want me to show up empty handed. Dr. Lynn: According to Adrian, they just want you to show up in general. [SCP-6159-1 is silent.] Dr. Lynn: Did you find Morningstar’s feather? SCP-6159-1: … I know it is somewhere here. I was- I used it as a bookmark. I must have left it in one of the books that I threw in the pile. I am… unsure when I lost it. Dr. Lynn: What about the plant over there? I think Adrian said it belonged to your wife, Astia. When did you stop taking care of it? SCP-6159-1: I do not… recall. I swear I was taking good care of it. Astia took up botany as a form of therapy and gave the plant to me to help keep me sane while I was conducting research here. The last time I looked at it, it was still… green. Dr. Lynn: Prim, I think you’re smart enough to know this isn’t healthy behavior. You’ve isolated yourself from your loved ones, you’ve stopped taking care of yourself and the things around you, you’ve completely lost track of time and when you aren’t overworking yourself, you spend it asleep. Why are you really doing this? Dr. Lynn: What are you afraid of? SCP-6159-1: I- I-… I am not afraid of anything. What would you know about fear? You have been scared of me since we first met. SCP-6159-1: What claim do you have to lecture me on fear? You who jump at shadows and try to label them in boxes. Holding back the inevitable, because you are terrified of the world around you. What right do you have to ask me what I am afraid of? Dr. Lynn: Primrose, you know this is an obvious deflection, right? Yes, you’re right, we’re all frightened of you. There’s nothing we can do if you decide to just kill us all. But despite all that fear… I’m still here. Trying to help you. Dr. Lynn: You’re never going to find what you’re looking. And I think you know that deep down. So, let me rephrase this question because I think you’re a big enough girl to handle it: Dr. Lynn: What are you afraid your family would say to you if showed up right now with nothing? [SCP-6159-1 is silent for 10 seconds.] SCP-6159's rendition of SCP-6159-1 at the time of INT-6159-4. SCP-6159-1: … This interview is terminated. Leave. Dr. Lynn: Prim, you ne- SCP-6159-1: I SAID LEAVE. [SCP-6159-1 manifests two horns, two additional sets of eyes and a singular eye on her forehead. Flames shoot out from the entity’s head and back, lighting its chair on fire.] Dr. Lynn: … Alright. For what it is worth, Primrose, I’m sorry. Take care. [Dr. Lynn turns to MTF Tau-9.] Dr. Lynn: Time to go. [Foundation personnel depart from SCP-6159-1. As soon as they are no longer visible, SCP-6159 extinguishes the flames, and reverts back to its typical appearance. The entity digs through the pile of inhalers, pulls one of them out, and inhales from it.] [The entity curls up on the now-burnt chair. Whimpering could be heard, even as it falls asleep.] <End Log> Body Camera Footage-6159-5 Foreword: Foundation Personnel move to 1st floor of SCP-6159 to go to their exfil point and encounter SCP-6159-2 waiting for them at the bottom of the stairwell. Following is recorded from Dr. Maple Lynn’s body camera. T9-1: So, I don’t mean to say “I told you so,” but… Dr. Lynn: Not now, Daniel. Please. T9-4: I mean… look, all things considered, I don’t think this is a demon thing. Like,I think this is just a regular person thing. I’ve seen normal people do worse shit honestly. T9-1: Do they sprout horns and light themselves on fire as well? T9-4: I’ve seen people get mad. I’ve seen them in denial. Just because demons have the pyrotechnics behind them doesn’t make it any different. T9-4: Well, except for the horns. I haven’t seen a regular person do that shit before… It’d be pretty fucking cool though. Dr. Lynn: Thank you, Jess. Dr. Lynn: Look, this sort of thing gets uglier before it gets prettier. What we need to do is g- SCP-6159-2: Hey, can we talk? SCP-6159's rendition of T-4 and SCP-6159-2 at the time of BCF-6159-5. T9-4: GAH! [T9-4 reflexively throws a book at SCP-6159-2. The book collides with the entity’s face.] SCP-6159-2: NYEHH T9-4: Oh fuck, sorry! I didn’t think that would work! SCP-6159-2: For FUCKS sake! Y’all really suck ass at this whole diplomacy thing. T9-1: We’re a Mobile Task Force. We don't do diplomacy. SCP-6159-2: Your name is the fucking Bookworms, sit down. Dr. Lynn: I-I’m sorry. You’re Adrian, correct? Primrose’s best friend? SCP-6159-2: Yeah, look, I’m sorry for calling you a bunch of goose-stepping sideways assholes on the camera earlier. Y’all didn’t exactly make the best first impression, but that wasn’t really your fault. SCP-6159-2: You’re Doctor Lynn, right? Dr. Lynn: I am. I take it you saw our previous conversation with Primrose? SCP-6159-2: Yep. She got pretty mad, but… not at y’all. Believe it or not, I think that actually helped. So, uh… thanks for that. Dr. Lynn: You think that helped? SCP-6159-2: Yeah I do. You know Prim doesn’t get mad like that often, right? That’s like… the second time in the better part of a century. It takes some serious shit to get underneath Prim’s skin like that. Dr. Lynn: Well, I’m sor- SCP-6159-2: No, no, no- We need that right now. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried and failed to get Prim out of this shithole. I can annoy her, yeah, but making her mad like that? Could never do it. She loves me too much. People who make her mad like that usually end up fuckin’ dead. SCP-6159-2: The fact that y’all’re'all still alive and not in pieces tells me she knows she’s wrong. She’s mad at herself. Dr. Lynn: Maybe… but she’s in some serious denial right now. I’m not sure how to get to her. SCP-6159-2: Oh yeah she’s stubborn as shit. Usually that’s a good thing with the kinds of people we deal with but… not here. SCP-6159-2: But you actually managed to get through to her. You were the first person that managed to get underneath that thick skin of hers in literal years. We can use that. Dr. Lynn: Use that… how? SCP-6159-2: I know you people want her gone and I want her back home. You and me, we gotta work together to do that. [Dr. Lynn takes a moment to consider SCP-6159-2’s offer.] Dr. Lynn: … Alright, should we go back now? SCP-6159-2: Naw, no, we should give her a couple hours to cool off. She needs to stew a bit before we open that can of worms again. Next time y’all show back up, meet me here, we’ll go talk to our girl together. Dr. Lynn: Sounds fine to me. Meet back here in… 8 hours? SCP-6159-2: Yeah, don’t be late. [Dr. Lynn and T9 exit the stairwell. SCP-6159-2 speaks up when T9-4 is about to leave.] SCP-6159-2: By the way, the boys at the Modeling School say hi. T9-4: … Oh yeah! I knew I saw you from somewhere. SCP-6159-2: Yeah, I organized like… all their booty calls this past year. Saw ya last Tuesday. [T9-1 slowly turns towards T9-4.] T9-1: You said you had a cold last Tuesday. T9-4: Shit. <End Log> Interview-6159-6 [Tau-9 and Dr. Maple Lynn arrive at SCP-6159’s stairwell. SCP-6159-2 was sitting, waiting for their arrival. The entity sits up and stretches.] SCP-6159-2: Mm. Hey y’all. Glad to see you’re punctual. Dr. Lynn: Of course. I want to help Primrose as much as you do. SCP-6159-2: You sayin’ that because you care, or are you sayin’ that 'cause you want the scary murderdemon gone? Dr. Lynn: Those are not mutually exclusive things, Adrian. SCP-6159-2: Point. Alright, tell Tau-9 here to hang back a little further. We're gonna need space here. Dr. Lynn: Daniel? T9-1: Call us if anything goes wrong. SCP-6159-2: I'll teleport y'all out if I think Prim's gonna lose it. Let's go. [T-9, Dr. Lynn and SCP-6159-2 ascend the staircase and move towards SCP-6159-1’s location. SCP-6159-1 was curled up, unconscious on her chair.] SCP-6159-2: [Sigh] Prim worries me with this shit. Dr. Lynn: Does that pose a threat to her? SCP-6159-2: Ehhhh, yes and no. It’s not deadly or addictive or anything. It’s mostly used to memorize shit, and to relax, but too much of the stuff fucks you up. You can end up sleeping for days. Weeks sometimes. Dr. Lynn: That sounds pretty serious. SCP-6159-2: Yeah, we call ‘em SleepyHeads. Fucked up. SCP-6159-2: They tend to get VERY cranky if someone wakes them up… So I'll be the one to poke her. Dr. Lynn: Be my guest. [SCP-6159-2 approaches SCP-6159-1, and gently shakes the entity.] SCP-6159-2: Prim, c’mon. You gotta wake up. We need to talk. SCP-6159-1: [Groggily] Nnnffive more… minutes. SCP-6159-2: No, not five more minutes. Now. Come on. SCP-6159-1: N…no… SCP-6159-2: Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m gonna make you sit up in that chair like a regular person… [SCP-6159-2 makes an effort to lift the other entity into a sitting position. SCP-6159-2 successfully manages to do so, but SCP-6159-1 is still asleep.] SCP-6159-2: Fuck, forgot how heavy you were… Let’s get some hot cocoa in you. [SCP-6159-2 manifests a thermos into its hand, and uncaps the lid. The Entity begins to carefully bring the liquid into SCP-6159-1’s lips until it begins to slowly lap it up.] SCP-6159-2: There we go, ya big puppy. We even added marshmallows and cinnamon how you like it. [SCP-6159-1 stirs and starts to properly sit up in its chair.] SCP-6159-1: … Mnnm, wha- Adrian? SCP-6159-1: … Dr. Lynn? Dr. Lynn: Good morning, Primrose. We’d like to talk. SCP-6159-2: This's been a long time coming, fluffbutt. SCP-6159-1: What are you two doing? What has been coming? SCP-6159-2: An intervention. Prim, please. Drop this shit. Come home. SCP-6159-1: No. SCP-6159-2: Don’t get monosyllabic with me. You aren’t your brother. Dr. Lynn: You have a family, Primrose. How long do you plan on staying here away from them? SCP-6159-1: You do not understand, I ca- SCP-6159-2: No, Prim. Answer the question. Let’s just… entertain a hypothetical here. Say you never found what you’re looking for. How long do you plan on keeping your fam’ waiting? Astia’s panic attacks have been getting worse, Star and I are worried about the both of you. And when that guy gets worried I know something’s really fuckin’ wrong. SCP-6159-2: Plus, like… there’s gotta be a better way to get this fucker. Don’t you think you could have done a lot more good out there if you weren’t doing this? [SCP-6159-1 remains silent. Dr. Lynn approaches the entities.] Dr. Lynn: Primrose. When is enough enough?… SCP-6159-1: It will be enough when I have completed my work here. SCP-6159-2: Prim, your work will never be completed here. We’ve pored through like… a million books and only found shit that was vaguely similar to it. The Utharia Testament doesn’t exist anymore. And if it does, we can’t fuckin’ find it. SCP-6159-1: But it does exist! It exists here! It literally HAS to exist here. Dr. Lynn: Primrose, this is worse than trying to find an individual grain of sand in a desert. I know demons are immortal, you literally have all the time in the world, but does your family have the time to wait for you? Dr. Lynn: I’m going to ask you again: What are you afraid of? Why do you think your family will be disappointed in you if you don’t find this testament? SCP-6159-1: I… do not. SCP-6159-2: Hold up … You aren’t worried that we’re disappointed in you? Then what the fuck is it?! Dr. Lynn: Adrian, I- SCP-6159-2: Nono, I need to ask this. Prim, did WE do something wrong? Did we do something to push you away from us? Did we hurt you? SCP-6159-1: Wha- No! You did not! SCP-6159-2: Then why the fuck are you so fucking obsessed with this?! Why?! I-… all of us need to know why you haven’t lived in your own damn home in years. Just, what did we do to make you unhappy?! SCP-6159-1: NO! That is not… I- I… I… just… [SCP-6159-1's voice catches in its throat.] SCP-6159-1: A- Adrian- I-I… I am so… so… [SCP-6159-2 stares at SCP-6159-1 for 10 seconds before it sniffs and wipes its eyes.] SCP-6159-2: [Sniff] For fucks sake, Prim. [SCP-6159-1 begins to whimper as SCP-6159-2 continues staring at the entity, tears begin to fall down both of their faces. Dr. Lynn gently grabs onto both entity's hands.] Dr. Lynn: Okay… I think we all need to slow down and breathe. I know emotions are running hot right now, but we can’t use any accusatory language here. We're not trying to hurt each other. Let's all just take a minute and calm down, alright? [Both entities mumble in agreement. SCP-6159-2 manifests another thermos in its hands and pours itself and SCP-6159-1 two cups of hot cocoa.] SCP-6159-2: [Sniff] You want a cup, Maple? Dr. Lynn: I appreciate it, but I’ll have to decline. Protocol. SCP-6159-2: Ugh, you guys ain’t fun. [2 minutes pass as the entities drink.] Dr. Lynn: It does smell really good though. SCP-6159-2: Heh, yeah. Astia made it. She’s got the palate of a 5 year old but she knows her sweets… obsessed with sprinkles, too. Dr. Lynn: That’s strange, I don’t see any sprinkles. SCP-6159-2: Yeah, cuz she made this just for Prim. She used to make this all the time for her. SCP-6159-1: … She made this for me? Recently? SCP-6159-2: Yeah, fuckin’ obviously, dude. She knows I’m coming here to talk to you. When was the last time you had this? SCP-6159-1: … Over a year ago… Dr. Lynn: That’s a long time to go without seeing your family, Primrose. Do you think you’re ready to talk about it now? SCP-6159-1: I do not… think I will ever be ready. What more is there to say? SCP-6159-2: It just- It doesn’t make any sense to me. Prim, you know us, we aren’t gonna hate you for this. You know we’d forgive you for… anything. So, why’s this different? What’s goin’ on here? Dr. Lynn: What about your other family, like your parents? You’ve mentioned your mother before. Dr. Lynn: It seems like you have a good relationship with her. [Both entities are silent.] SCP-6159-2: Yeah… uh… about that. SCP-6159-1: My mother is… gone… She was butchered10, and I do not know where she is. Dr. Lynn: Oh. Primrose, I am so sorry. SCP-6159-1: Thank you. It was a very long time ago by mortal standards. I have… tried my best to make her proud. To live up to her legacy. Both in terms of the social work she did and in the way she conducted herself personally. SCP-6159-1: I had to pull so many strings to continue where my mother left off, and after finally getting this library. I have- I need to succeed. Dr. Lynn: Don’t you think that’s putting way too much pressure on yourself? SCP-6159-1: I have been under far worse pressure. I have told you my many job titles, yes? Dr. Lynn: Well, yes. SCP-6159-1: Then you know what I can handle, what I am capable of. I will not simply just- just roll over and give up. Not for something this important. Dr. Lynn: Primrose, I don’t think your mother would- SCP-6159-2: Wait… Holy shit. Wait. Hang the fuck on. SCP-6159-2: This ain’t about us, is it? It’s never been about us. SCP-6159-2: We can forgive you. We can assure you that you haven’t failed us. But there’s one person who can’t do that. This is who it’s about… SCP-6159-2: This is about your mom. SCP-6159-1: What?! No, that is ridiculous, that is- just… just… [SCP-6159-1 squints its eyes and furrows its brow.] [There is a 7 second silence before SCP-6159-1’s eyes widen.] SCP-6159-1: … Oh. SCP-6159-2: FUCK! It's so fuckin' obvious now. I can't believe I missed that. Dr. Lynn: Primrose, do you think you’re ready to talk now? SCP-6159-1: I… yes, I suppose so. Dr. Lynn: Is there any reason why you feel your mother would be disappointed in you? Was she, maybe, very judgmental or perhaps unkind towa- [SCP-6159-1 lets out a small but audible gasp and appears offended.] SCP-6159-1: Absolutely NOT. My mother was one of the kindest, gentlest people I ever knew. No other person in power was as compassionate as she was. No one else in the Seventh Circle attempted to make things better except for her. Dr. Lynn: And you’re afraid you can’t live up to her example? SCP-6159-1: I… [SCP-6159-1 is silent for 5 seconds] SCP-6159-1: Before she was… butchered, my mother and I had one last conversation. She told me that for all her effort she was only one woman against an entire system of pure cruelty, upheld by corrupt dukes and their war economy. SCP-6159-1: She actually attempted to set up an organization to help the underclass of the Seventh Circle. Several times. Each failure stung more than the last. SCP-6159-1: I tried for the last two thousand years to pick up where she left off. I had to, I promised her I would. SCP-6159-1: I would succeed where Mother failed, and be even greater than she was. That I would do everything I could to make her proud of me. [SCP-6159-1 pauses] SCP-6159-1:… I am not sure she would be very proud of me now. SCP-6159-2: Prim, come on, you know that’s not fair at all. Dr. Lynn: I agree with Adrian, but I would also like to add to that. Primrose, I don’t think this is just unfair towards yourself. I think this is frankly unfair towards your mother as well. SCP-6159-1: E-Excuse me? Dr. Lynn: You keep telling me that your mother was the kindest, most compassionate person you knew. So… why do you keep imagining her judging you so harshly? Why do you keep thinking she’d be disappointed in you? Don’t you think that’s a really mean way to picture your mother? [SCP-6159-1 furrows its brow and begins to open its mouth to speak before it stops and stares at Dr. Lynn. SCP-6159-1 leans back in its chair, deep in thought.] SCP-6159-2: Shit, dude. I haven’t seen her speechless for a while. Well done. Dr. Lynn: Thank you, Adrian. SCP-6159-1: … You… have a point, Dr. Lynn. I suppose I just never quite saw it like that. Dr. Lynn: Primrose, you know your mother better than anyone else, you know she wouldn’t want you to be like this. Would she? SCP-6159-1: … No, she would not. Dr. Lynn: What would she want from you, Primrose? SCP-6159-1: I… I am not sure. I cannot imagine what she would want. SCP-6159-2: Naw, you do. You’re just scared to say it. [SCP-6159-1 groans.] SCP-6159-2: Come on, be a big girl and say it. You know what Babs would want. You can get sappy, no one’s judgin’. SCP-6159-1: [Sighs] My mother would want me to be happy. To have people in my life who love and care about me. She would want me to be with them, as much as I can. She would not want me to be… here. [Dr. Lynn pats SCP-6159-1’s hand] Dr. Lynn: I’m proud of you, I think that was hard to admit. SCP-6159-1: Yes, yes it was. Thank you, both of you. I think… [SCP-6159-1 stands up] SCP-6159-1: … I think it is time I return home. SCP-6159-2 Aren’t you forgettin’ something? [SCP-6159-1 pauses.] SCP-6159-1: Oh shit. Morningstar’s feather. Augh, I cannot leave here without it. Dr. Lynn: If you’d like I’m sure Tau-9 and I are willing to help you look. SCP-6159-2: Nah, no need. She can find it herself. SCP-6159-1: Adrian, I have checked through thousands of books trying to find Star’s feather. I do not know where it could possibly be. SCP-6159-2: Maybe try someplace other than the books, Prim. SCP-6159-1: Other than the books? But I was using it as a bookmark, it has to b-… [SCP-6159-1 freezes in place. The entity opens its jacket pocket, and looks inside. It pulls out the poker chip from SL-6159-3 and a single, black feather with gold edges.] SCP-6159-1: B-But how- SCP-6159-2: Because I know you, dumbass. You always put shit into your jacket pocket and forget about it until I remind- [SCP-6159-1 reaches down to pull SCP-6159-2 into a tight hug.] SCP-6159-1: What would I ever do without you? SCP-6159-2: Once again, you are crushing my spine. [SCP-6159-1 squeezes harder.] SCP-6159-2: I regret helping you. SCP-6159-1: No. No, you do not. SCP-6159-2: [sigh] Yeah… I don’t. [SCP-6159-2 returns the hug. After 7 seconds SCP-6159-1 puts the entity on the table they are both positioned next to.] Dr. Lynn: I’m glad you both worked things out. I assume you’re ready to leave? SCP-6159-1: Yes, we are. Adrian, could you carry Astia’s plant and my notes there? SCP-6159-2: Gotcha. SCP-6159-1: But first, I need to say goodbye. Dr. Lynn. I appreciate what you have done here. I recognize how… difficult I was for all of you… So allow me to say thank you. Deeply. I am in your debt, and I shall make it up to you in some way. I will also attempt to make it up to your Foundation. SCP-6159-1: I must however apologize in advance, you are not going to like what I am going to say next. Dr. Lynn: … What do you mean? [SCP-6159-1 picks up the book it dropped near its chair] SCP-6159-1: When assisting someone with an addiction, and you wish for them to quit cold turkey, what is the first thing that you do?… Well, second. The first step is admitting you have a problem, of course. SCP-6159's rendition of SCP-6159-1 burning one of its books. [The book SCP-6159-1 is holding becomes engulfed in flames.] SCP-6159-1: You remove the source of the problem. Dr. Lynn: Wait, Primrose, are you doing what I think you’re doing?! SCP-6159-1: Dr. Lynn, I can come here any time I wish via teleportation. I can not and will not risk a relapse. Dr. Lynn: Primrose- I- I can’t let you do this. The Foundation still needs this place. There’s still so much knowledge here to uncover, so much to research, we could- SCP-6159-1: Spend a year inside looking through a million books and find nothing? [Dr. Lynn is silent.] SCP-6159-1: I do not need to sleep, or drink. I never tire and I never stop. My lifespan is infinite. And still, even with all of that, I could not find anything that was useful to me here. Only wasted time. SCP-6159-1: Let us be honest, there is nothing here for your Foundation. If I do not do this, your organization will waste countless man-hours analyzing this library’s contents, to no end. There is nothing here. SCP-6159's rendition of its own destruction. SCP-6159-1: I am only making it literal. [SCP-6159-1 approaches one of the shelves, and places the burning book amongst the others.] [Flames rapidly spread among the bookshelves but noticeably away from Dr. Lynn and Tau-9, the flames shoot upwards throughout the library and burn through every visible book and shelf. Small burning embers are seen slowly drifting down.] [T9-1 pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.] T9-1: God fucking damn it. Dr. Lynn: What have you done?! SCP-6159-1: I understand that this is antithetical to the Foundation’s mission statement. But, I have faith that you will come to see this as a blessing. SCP-6159-1: The flame is controlled. It will travel upwards, and eventually, the fire will burn the books as fast as the Library writes it. You will have roughly two hours before it also starts to spread to the first floor. I would wait a week before you allow anyone in after that. The pocket dimension will still exist but the library will not. Not even ash will be left. All you will find is an infinite white void. SCP-6159-2: I’m sure you guys will find another use for it. Dr. Lynn: … I understand why you did this, but this is going to create such a headache. SCP-6159-1: I will accept full responsibility for this. I doubt your superiors will blame you. I am, after all, an archdemon. You were powerless to stop me. [Dr. Lynn lets out a long sigh] Dr. Lynn: Alright, well, what happens now? SCP-6159-1: I will return home and, assuming Morningstar and Astia do not kill me, re-open our law firm. We have… a lot of work to do. SCP-6159-1: Speaking of, your bosses will be receiving a message from us soon. I have a proposal they would likely be interested in. [SCP-6159-1 manifests its weapon, and impales its hand on the spikes. The entity’s blood begins to pool on the floor, and shoots upwards, creating two stable, red, portals.] SCP-6159-1: The one on the right will return you back to the entrance where you can leave. The one on the left is for Adrian and I. Dr. Lynn: That’s… very thoughtful of you, thank you. SCP-6159-1: Of course. Now, I think it is time for me to go. Take care, Dr. Lynn. And again, thank you. Dr. Lynn: Yeah… take care, too. [SCP-6159-1 exits through the portal. SCP-6159-2 follows behind, carrying a potted plant and a ream of notes.] SCP-6159-2: … You know, you guys are alright. Kinda stuffy, but alright. Sorry about the library though. Dr. Lynn: It’s fine. Try not to cause any more trouble, alright? SCP-6159-2: No promises. See ya in Hell. [SCP-6159-2 jostles the plant in its grip as it begins to walk through the other entity’s portal. Soon, the left-hand portal closes. Dr. Lynn retrieves the planted surveillance camera, and proceeds to exfil with MTF Tau-9.] <End Log> Job Application-6159-7 Foreword: The day after INT-6159-6 took place, the following message appeared on Dr. Lynn’s desk, alongside a 20-page employment contract. The document was presented to Site Director Dr. Jack Spring, who delivered it to the O5 Council. Dear SCP Foundation, First, I would like to apologize for my behavior before, during, and hopefully not after I was under your custody. I would also like to apologize for destroying SCP-6159. I could wax poetic, but I am sure after witnessing what I had gone through, you will understand. I have a proposal. Due to the fact that I am an archdemon, you cannot contain me. Meanwhile, I desire gainful employment doing what I love. My previous law firm was forced to close due to my absence in SCP-6159, so I would like to apply for a position within your organization. If you choose to have me under your employment, I am available from 9 am to 5 pm every workday (flexible). I shall refrain from causing issues for you on my off-hours, and will work to the best of my ability. I will not accept a yearly salary lower than 200,000 Łucre a year11, and I, Adrian, plus any family member bearing the name “Fatish,” will expect to be treated as if we were human, in accordance with the Universal Declaration of Human Rights for all intents and purposes. I will visit my loved ones often, and I will appear as a human whenever needed, as to not disrupt your veil. Please note, this document is metaphysically binding. Upon being signed by an administrator, both the SCP Foundation and I will be responsible for the obligations presented until both parties mutually agree to terminate. Both parties must make this decision of both sound mind and body. Signing this document is the only means of having me return to SCP Foundation property of my own volition. If you choose not to employ me, I shall extend this offer to a different entity. Thank you for your time, Administrator Signature: COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY 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 [ + ] LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE [ - ] LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE - O5 Council O5-X Account Name O5-1 Siddartha Alonne O5-2 The Pighead O5-3 TheDarkArtist O5-4 Detective Marw does not match any existing user name O5-5 winkwonkboi O5-6 Starch Tuber O5-7 Dr Asteria O5-8 Prime Girl O5-9 Crow-Cat O5-10 Ethagon O5-11 coolguy00 O5-12 MontagueETC O5-13 Mrmetonica STATUS APPROVED Closing Statement: The O5 Council has elected to accept SCP-6159-1’s proposal as an alternative means of containment. As of 2/1/22, 8:09PM, SCP-6159 has been reclassified to Thaumiel-Belial, placing Primrose Fatish Von Trevil Esq. in a probationary position working in Tactical Theology for a full demonstration of her capabilities, and trustworthiness. This document has been Archived in place of SCP-6159's current Thaumiel-Class file. If you believe you are reading this file in error, please contact Administrator Dr. Jack Spring. Footnotes 1. Like all adult, non-Omega Class Tartarean and Akivian entities, SCP-6159-1 possess a halo above its head, referred to as a "Crown" for Tartarean entities. SCP-6159-1's Crown is composed of 3 flames, referred to as "Gems". These Gems consist of a large central flame flanked by two smaller flames by its side, designating its socioeconomic position in Tartarean society as an archdemon. 2. SCP-6159-2 has a single flame, or "Gem", at the end of its tail, denoting its position at the bottom of Tartarean society as an imp of comparable socioeconomic position to its "patron." 3. Belial: Item is operating outside of Foundation jurisdiction, and is part of a larger organization. Item is contained solely through diplomatic and/or bureaucratic methods. 4. Tartarean Resonance Energy (TRE), is radiation naturally produced by demonic entities. 5. Attempts at removing the trademark symbol have failed. This is consistent with the majority of Hell’s name-brand products. 6. SCP-6159-1 is referring to the Sonderkommando für Paranormales, which is one of the many multi-universal variants to the Foundation. Records from other Foundation variants state that one instance of the ██ known Nazi-affiliated Foundations was destroyed ██ years ago by an unknown event. 7. SCP-6159-1 is referring to the phenomenon of multi-universal memetic bleed (MMB), where information travels and often distorts between individual universes. 8. Inferno refers to the YHWHist Hell, which is the largest superpower amongst Tartarean afterlives. 9. Hormone Replacement Therapy 10. In the context of tartarean entities, “butchering” refers to the process of decapitating a demon, removing its flesh, and harvesting the organ responsible for regeneration. This is done with the goal of ensuring that they are incapable of forming a new body, and remain permanently incapacitated in a conscious, coma-like state as a skull. 11. Łucre is a liquid currency in Inferno composed of a combination of soulstuff and the blood of a tartarean entity. Łucre is measured by the milliliter with one human soul equating to 616 ml of Łucre. It is denoted by “Ł,” not to be confused with the symbol for the cryptocurrency Litecoin. It is unknown if this is a coincidence. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6159-ARC" by Fantem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6159. Licensed under CC-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-6160 | esoteric-class | The soil around me has been forced into my lungs. I cannot breathe; fungal colonies have sprouted within my bones, their spores are infecting my flesh, my every organ. Looking up, we see the point of entry Between where we are and we've been Looking down, I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel, I'm going in! ( Will Wood & The Tapeworms - Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In) SCP-6160 - When You Find Me ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6160 Level4 Containment Class: Thoth Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6160 has been acquired by the SCP Foundation, and all doors have been securely locked. No personnel are permitted to enter SCP-6160 under any circumstances. The guest bedroom door and the basement have been sealed shut with concrete. Any personnel who enter the basement are considered lost. No efforts to retrieve them will be made. Description: SCP-6160 is a two-story residential home located in Hexgan, Nevada. Although the property itself does not showcase inherent anomalous properties, it has been documented as being a hotspot for non-descriptive1 anomalous phenomena to occur. Contextual imagery. SCP-6160's non-descriptive anomalous properties manifested shortly following the purchase of its residing property by its owner, Agatha Blythe. Beneath SCP-6160 is an underground tunnel believed to extend several kilometers into the earth. The full extent of SCP-6160 has not been measured, as all personnel who enter it are eventually lost. The corpse of Agatha Blythe was found near the entrance of the basement. Her body exhibited signs of extreme weakness, malnutrition, and dehydration, suggesting death via continuous, non-stop overexertion. The initial investigation of her death by authorities led to the discovery of the tunnel system beneath SCP-6160. After several officers were lost, Foundation agents embedded within law enforcement reported the anomaly, prompting the implementation of containment procedures. Agatha Blythe's mobile device contained several dozen audio files, many shared with her close family. Notable excerpts have been listed below, having been scanned and cleaned by both the Department of Infohazards and the Department of Tactical Theology. 05/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….11:23 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Hey mom! Got that new place we were talking about. I know you've been annoying me about my old neighborhood, so I finally managed to move out. Yeah, it's not exactly in the best state. But, I see a boatload of potential that more than makes up for it! It's two bedrooms, one bathroom. Then obviously the kitchen, living room/dining room area, backyard, and a pretty big lawn! It's perfect. No idea why the previous owners sold it. Again, great neighborhood, a bit spacious, and not that far of a walk from the store. Gotta be ghosts. (Laughs) It's always ghosts. 08/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….13:19 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Hey mom, it's me again. After a week of my own renovation, I finally managed to make the kitchen look great, the wallpaper you suggested really makes it pop. After that, I went ahead and cleaned up the bathroom, and then started on the basement. This damn- darn place was neglected for way too long, the drywall is chipping, some of the floorboards in the guest bedroom are dented. Place used to have some bad termites. Remind me to replace everything in the guest bedroom. Looks like a tornado went through. Talk to you later, love you. 09/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….09:20 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Christ almighty. The past tenants really messed this place up. Carved some stuff into the floor, had a ton of wooden figures, which, I just want to say, look really valuable to just leave behind, and this incredibly gross looking meat pile, I'm gonna send a pic real quick… There we go.2 It felt super fleshy, almost made me throw up. Picked it up with some gloves, then immediately chucked it in the bin. I would've called you earlier, but… yeah, you know why. If people did actually think there were ghosts here, I might have to actually hire a priest. Even through my gloves, it felt just… gross. Disgusting. Washing this place to hell and back. 12/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….11:23 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Me again, went ahead and finished up the bedroom. Found this book under it, the last people who lived here were absolute lunatics, I tell you. Tossed it in the trash as well, tied up that bag and chucked it into the dumpster without a second thought. I'm not a skeptic, but it's like… you know? Just weird. Just weird. Contacted the dudes who sold it to me, they can't tell me about the last people who live here. Either they can't, or they don't want to admit they had a bunch of crackheads in this place until I came along. Hope that I scared them off. 13/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….08:52 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Uh, hey mom… alright, so… I had a weird dream last night, and I'm sending this to you right as I woke up, can't remember it but I just heard something. I can't remember what it said, but I just… felt it, you know? Like… (Pause) I don't know. I don't know… Hope that I'm not losing my mind… I need to get my carbon monoxide detectors checked, Christ. 16/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….11:44 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Probably was just a weird fever dream, I didn't hear anything last night, which is certainly a low bar. In other news, uh… I went down into the basement again, realized I have so little room, and the walls are incredibly thin. Got some approval to extend it. Even if I've got another two years until that degree with engineering finishes, I'll be sure to put what I have to use. Didn't actually tell you about the dream, it's starting to come back a bit. It was uh, dark. Dark, wet, and… some part about it just broke me to my core. I think I was… somewhere? How on earth do I describe an emotion… 20/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….19:55 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology After chipping away from the walls, I heard that damn voice again. It felt like it was so weak, I couldn't help but feel bad for it. I can barely remember what it looked like, though. Maybe I'll take some lucid dreaming exercises… I'm planning on working upstairs some more, but as it turns out extending a basement is a lot of work. Will keep you updated. Throughout the following audio clip, Agatha is crying. 23/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….03:12 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Oh god, oh god… I heard it, it was what I wanted, but… but… it felt so real. I… I was sitting, in… in a cave. It was so dark and damp, only light was a single, dying lamp. I saw it standing right in front of me; it was a rotting, dirtied corpse. thinking about it still makes me want to throw up. Worms were writhing out of its face and arms, god… I saw holes in its skin and legs, peeling away and filled with soil. Before I could even say anything it spoke to me, I swear I can still hear it ringing through my head. (Pause.) "Every waking hour, bugs, worms, all sorts of pests crawl into my every orifice and chew away at my flesh. When they are finished, it grows back hours later. I have no way to stop this. Please, please." It begged. Every goddamn word that came out was followed by a pained whistling as a giant hole was gaping in its throat. "They left me here to rot. They buried me within the earth as, they hated me. They thought I would grant them wishes when I was powerless. Please, help me." It extended a skeletal hand, roaches falling off of it and onto my feet. I was just paralyzed, and all I could do was raise my own. The second we touched, I woke up. I knew it was just a dream, but it felt too real to not mean something. I'm going to work on the guest bedroom. I love you. 28/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….17:13 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Went to expand on the walls a bit. Realized that I could spend the time I'm already down here to make a panic bunker. Sure, it's going to be a bit more money. But, think about how much I'll save in the event of an apocalypse when I'm sure the big bunker industry will start charging everyone else tooth and nail for a bunker in their house. Haven't had a dream about him for a few nights. Maybe it means I'm overworking myself. After hollowing out a wall a little bit, I realized that this just feels… natural? Yearning for the mines, hah. 30/OCT/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….09:51 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology H.O.A. got on my ass again. This time because, "I've been blessed with a beautiful lawn, but I'm letting it turn into a jungle." when it's grown barely a few fucking inches. Had to tell them I was busy fixing up the place. Seems I've been neglecting that part, though. I'll give it a trim later. Just need to finish this bunker. Fucking H.O.A., man. Oh wait- is this thing on?. 02/NOV/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….17:31 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Another night, and I saw him again. It's been hours but I can't get him out of my mind. Woke up at seven, and its… its four. Fuck. I was in that same cave again. And he stood in front of me. I- I fell to my knees, staring into his empty eye-sockets. Even in this broken, rotting state, he was still able to cry. His tears were red, small maggots fell out of it and into my mouth. I couldn't throw up, they wriggled and squirmed around, going down my throat. Eventually, he spoke once more. He gagged, and then said, "The soil around me has been forced into my lungs. I cannot breathe; fungal colonies have sprouted within my bones, their spores are infecting my flesh, my every organ." After that, he coughed, spores fell onto my face, and almost immediately they started to grow. I felt as if I was him, every inch of my body was rotting against my will. "Please." (Pause.) Then my alarm went off. 03/NOV/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….7:13 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Sorry for the sudden call last night, I was just… I'm having a hard time falling asleep, I keep worrying that I'll close my eyes and see him again. Working more on the house, and then some more on the bunker. Forgot it should be a bit deeper, fitting all the necessary commodities. I'll call you in the morning, I love you. Note: The rest of the following transcripts were not sent to any persons. Despite this, Agatha continued to act as if she was getting responses. 08/NOV/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….20:33 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Hey mom. I've been just… thinking. About that guy. The one I keep telling you about, keeps giving me these dreams… He's more real than that, I think. Like… I still think it's a bit in my head, but seeing how much it wants me to help… I think… (Pause.) I think I know why I'm digging. Not just a bunker. Talk to you later. 13/NOV/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….13:49 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology This is therapeutic, you know? It's like when you pick up hobbies to get rid of stress. Some people play games, others watch movies… And I decided to… to dig. Like, I'm currently just… getting the shovel, using the pick and drill to chip away at these rocks, one step lower, one step down… One step lower, one step down. One step- (Metal clanging.) Fuck! Sorry, sorry for swearing mom. I'll call you back, just… my shovel broke. Again. 24/NOV/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….17:11 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology Shovels… shovels, people are asking what's the deal with me coming in every few days, isn't that odd? Like what do you THINK, jackass? I'm working on this, I'm working on the… (Metal clang. Silence.) Christ. This just keeps going, just keeps going and going. How long will I keep diggin, let's find out, let's find out! Note: The following text are various excerpts from a single audio file recorded by Agatha. 31/NOV/2003 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Department of …….04:58 lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala Tactical Theology (Singing off-tone) You can break a shovel when you break new ground… You dig dirt up when you dig deep down. You should know… (Gibberish) that by now… That you can never know. …….11:51 I haven't seen him for awhile. I looked through the trash again, and lo and behold there it was. In all of its glory. Brought it down with me, maybe… maybe it can… (Incoherent. Stone breaking.) He can see it. Can you? (More stone breaking.) He can see me, I just hope it's clear enough. That I'm clear enough, that I'm clear enough… …….15:18 Out of tools, out of shovels, been using bits of the broken ones to keep going… they banned me, can you believe it? They.. they banned me from the Home Depot, cause I kept taking their shovels. If they would get it I wouldn't be having to steal more rock, more stone, more… (Grumbling.) It's enough, the neighbors keep their shed unlocked, you know that? …….22:45 More, more rock.. it's just a tunnel of rocks, just more and more of this… how much longer? How deep… The metal.. it's too weak, too dented. The pipes are good enough substitutes, though. They just… they work fine. They work just fine, able to dig through the dirt more than you would expect for metal pipes to… …….03:23 He's down there, he's just down there I know it. I hear him, I'm getting closer. He doesn't deserve that rot, does he? Does he deserve that?! No, not me, not him… …….12:54 My hands bleed, it hurts, it hurts… but a millennia bleeding is incomparable to that. I'll just… I'll just… His tomb will be set apart, he will be free, he will be free, he will be free, he will be free… …….21:34 The tools are gone, they are all gone. just me… just my hands, my fingers, and this dirt. (Pained wheezing.) A bit further, a bit further is all. Contextual imagery. …….02:12 I think I'm getting there. His voice is so clear. Keep digging, just dig more and more… I'm almost there. He's almost here. You can hear him too. Addendum: On 10/11/2021, a minor structural collapse occurred within SCP-6160. The collapse occurred several miles from the previously believed end of the tunnel. The bodies of several missing persons who had entered SCP-6160 were discovered, along with various mining tools. Despite the several-year difference between the disappearance of these personnel and their deaths, they appeared to have died due to the structural collapse rather than dehydration. Footnotes 1. Thoth class anomalies have known anomalous qualities, although for one reason or another, said anomalous features can not be directly stated. The class is also applicable for it's containment procedures. 2. Picture analyzed by personnel. Showcases non-descriptive meat (anomalous) prior to being disposed of by Blythe. Search efforts underway for non-descriptive meat in the local area. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6160" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6160. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6161 | safe | Item #: SCP-6161 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6161 is to be kept in a standard secure objects locker in Site-55. It is unknown if the object's container has become an SCP-6161-1 instance, but this has been labeled acceptable. Personnel handling SCP-6161 are to only touch the object's hilt, avoiding the blade. Description: SCP-6161 is a cake knife, measuring 23 cm in length and made of steel. When SCP-6161 is used to cut an object, it is capable of slicing through any material with ease. Objects cut by SCP-6161 will transform into instances of SCP-6161-1. SCP-6161-1 instances will continue to exhibit baseline traits on their exterior, but their interiors consist entirely of cake. The cake within SCP-6161-1 instances has been reported to possess various different flavors. Addendum 6161.01: Test Log Test #: 01 Object Tested: Bar of Steel Result: SCP-6161 cut through the bar with ease. D-1221 was instructed to consume a slice of SCP-6161-1. The resulting flavor was reported as tasting "earthy and metallic". Test #: 05 Object Tested: Car Tire Result: SCP-6161 cut through the wheel with ease. D-1221 was instructed to consume a slice of SCP-6161-11. The resulting flavor was reported as tasting "oily, with a rubbery texture". Test #: 11 Object Tested: Dr. Greene's Laptop Result: SCP-6161 cut through the laptop with ease. D-1221 was instructed to consume a slice of the produced SCP-6161-1 instance2. The resulting flavor was reported as tasting "[like] plastic with some crunchy bits". Test #: 17 Object Tested: Dr. Greene's Birthday Cake Result: SCP-6161 cut through the cake with ease. D-1221 was instructed to consume a slice of SCP-6161-1. D-1221 refused upon viewing the sliced cake, which had turned to gravel and stone. No flavor test results gathered. Test: N/A Object Tested: N/A Result: Dr. Greene attempted to handle SCP-6161 for the next test but accidentally pricked his finger with the blade. Upon seeking first aid, it was discovered that SCP-6161 had not damaged Dr. Greene, but had affected him with its anomalous properties. Dr. Greene was immediately labeled an instance of SCP-6161-13. The resulting flavor was reported as tasting "almost like pork". Further testing with SCP-6161 has been restricted. Footnotes 1. Despite having a slice cut out of it, the wheel maintained its structural integrity and did not deflate. 2. Despite being transformed into an SCP-6161-1 instance, the laptop continued to function until a slice was removed from it, at which point it shut down. 3. X-rays performed after the transformation confirmed that Dr. Greene's insides are now entirely composed of cake. It is unknown how he is able to retain life functions in this state. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-5047 • SCP-8984 • SCP-4934 • SCP-4967 • SCP-3923 • SCP-020-J • SCP-5231 • SCP-8726 • SCP-4003 • SCP-7573 • SCP-7112 • MDI-6726 • SCP-1542 • SCP-5726 • SCP-3297 • Tales/GoI Formats Square your shoulders, lift your pack, and leave your friends and go. • RAISA-6147 (PENDING ASSIGNMENT) • Who Wants To Live Forever? • A Tale Of Petty Revenge • La Persistencia De La Memoria • Shape Shift With Me • There's Ngo Helping This One • Tactical Theology Disciplinary Meeting for Diana Ribiero • Sublimation • Dark was the night, cold was the ground. • July 26th ETTRA Emergency Meeting • Clef Goes To The DMV • Marw (The Reincarnated One) • Parawatch Intro Thread • An Epitaph For SCP-173 • Other uncle nicolini author page • Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • Ode To The Unknown Author • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6161" by Uncle Nicolini and aroncrime, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6161. Licensed under CC-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-6162 | euclid | SCP-6162 - The Wormhole Image Credits https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wormhole_Gamma_27062019.png vertical.png was made by me, djkaktus, released under CC by SA 3.0. https://flickr.com/photos/chad_sparkes/40125986191 All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6162 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6162-A as seen with infrared camera. Image taken from KNKO-3 space probe. Assigned Site: Site-4 Site Director: Eduardo Beurgher Research Head: Dr. Theodore Galbyc Assigned Task Force: E-7 "Bob and Co." Special Containment Procedures: Foundation assets assigned to near-Earth phenomenon are to monitor for signs of additional extraterrestrial spatial incursions that match SCP-6162's geometric signature. Foundation LUNACORPS engineers are to continue working on Project ANKS to evaluate methods by which to collapse additional instances of SCP-6162-A, should they appear in the future - however, due to the observed cross-dimensional mass matrix of SCP-6162-A, no such technology capable of accomplishing this currently exists. Description: SCP-6162 is the group designation for a number of unusual extraterrestrial phenomena that were observed on October 19th, 2021. SCP-6162-A was a spatial anomaly that appeared roughly 384,000 kilometers from Earth at 16:23 UTC on 19/10/2021. SCP-6162-A was first observed by the FARMIND extraterrestrial imaging array. In a paper filed shortly after initial observation, Dr. Mortimer Dekala described the anomaly as: …a rogue celestial aberration of unknown mass, tracking an unknown orbit that is currently passing through our solar system. It is a fully opaque mass and does not reflect light or other higher energy waveforms. It appeared suddenly, expending only a small amount of energy when doing so. Kurushian physics indicates that any energy passing through the spatial rift should cause the overall interior metastructure of the anomaly to decay logarithmically; despite this, the anomaly has continued to regenerate mass by unknown means since its initial discovery. SCP-6162-B and SCP-6162-C were mechanical entities or vessels discovered on the far side of SCP-6162-A's spatial rift. For more information, see Addendum 6162.1. Launch of the KNKO-3 probe. Shortly after initial discovery, Foundation LUNACORPS authorized the launch of KNKO-3 to gather additional information about the anomaly. Addendum 6162.1: KNKO-3 Observations KNKO-3 came within 20,000km of SCP-6162-A after roughly 11 hours of travel time. The probe confirmed that SCP-6162-A had a mass of approximately three billion kilograms, was vaguely sphere-shaped with slight tapering at the poles, and was experiencing tidal drift through the center of the anomaly. As KNKO-3 was drawn into SCP-6162-A's gravity well, it ejected a radio tether on the near side of the anomaly to ensure transmission of data across the tidal plane. KNKO-3 was almost incapacitated immediately upon passing through the anomaly by powerful electromagnetic pulses emanating from three colossal mechanical structures (hereafter identified as SCP-6162-B) immediately adjacent to the far side of SCP-6162-A, but was able to maneuver away from SCP-6162-A using onboard thrusters. Video received from KNKO-3 is inconclusive, but appears to show the three instances of SCP-6162-B engaged with another smaller, sleek black vessel (hereafter identified as SCP-6162-C). Each of the instances of SCP-6162-B were well over 5km in height, composed primarily of heavily oxidized steel plating, and appeared to have a weapons system consisting of depleted uranium shells launched at high velocity from multiple large caliber autocannons, each at least 2500mm in diameter. SCP-6162-C, which was seemingly spatially entangled by a kind of energy emitter equipped by each of SCP-6162-B, was in the process of returning fire using a previously unseen weapon of unknown function. Shortly after its arrival, KNKO-3 observed two of the SCP-6162-B instances begin to change shape, folding their large cannon batteries into their main superstructure. They then fired their own massive on-board thrusters, aligned to a point in space, and then reached tremendous speed before disappearing from local space entirely. The single remaining instance of SCP-6162-B continued to fire upon SCP-6162-C until it was annihilated. Immediately after the destruction of the smaller vessel, the KNKO-3 probe was caught in the same spatial entangling array it had previously observed being used to hold SCP-6162-C in place. KNKO-3's onboard radio was then overwhelmed by noise as the remaining instance of SCP-6162-B began to emit a repeating signal. KNKO-3 captured one final pressure reading coming from the gun batteries of SCP-6162-B before it ceased responding to radio broadcasts, presumably having been destroyed. Two instances of SCP-6162-B. Image degradation due to severe electromagnetic interference. Immediately after the loss of KNKO-3, LUNACORPS authorized the launch of KNKO-4 for further analysis of the anomaly; however, approximately fifteen hours after first appearing, SCP-6162-A began to show signs of structural degradation across its mass matrix, and fully collapsed in on itself 16 hours and 23 minutes after initial discovery. Addendum 6162.2: Decoded Transmission The following is the decoded message that was received by the KNKO-3 probe shortly before its apparent destruction. The message, which was transmitted on a previously unknown subspace frequency, was picked up by KNKO-3's radio transmitter as static - however, A.I. analysis of what was previously assumed to be noise determined the signal was in actuality a message, transmitted in modern Russian, that was repeated eleven times in the eight seconds immediately before KNKO-3 was destroyed. The text of this transmission is as follows: Пошел ты, сука с фрегатом. Я посадил семя в вашем доме. теперь вас выселят. The meaning of this message as it relates to its source is unknown. Further analysis of information collected by KNKO-3 is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6162" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6162. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6163 | safe | By Marcelles D. Raynes Item #: SCP-6163 Special Containment Procedures: Post-NOT protocol dictates the isolation of Foundation personnel in surviving facilities. The following containment procedures are for MTF Agents, Field Agents, Field Researchers, and other personnel whose assignments cannot be completed without exploration into the greater United States. SCP-6163 instances are to be avoided at all costs in order to facilitate the preservation of sapient Foundation personnel. As such, standard exploration equipment packs have been outfitted with long-range thermal detection ocular apparatus in order to identify anomalous levels of heat outdoors, and industrial-grade earplugs. Should an SCP-6163 instance be discovered, and no alternate routes are available for egress, Foundation personnel are to approach the instance and attempt to maneuver beyond it. A distance greater than two meters is considered safe. As SCP-6163 instances are either unable or unwilling to pursue and consume more than one target at once, the practice of survivalist sacrifice for the sake of the mission or able-bodied team members has been sanctioned by the Ethics Committee. Description: SCP-6163 are sentient, predatory oganisms resembling stalagmites comprised of transparent ice. SCP-6163 instances are capable of locomotion, and they appear in areas frequently traveled such as roads, the outskirts of settlements, and certain forest paths, negating the necessity for long-term locomotion. Should prey become scarce for the SCP-6163 instances, they will "hop" in one direction until sufficient sustenance can be located. On the interior of SCP-6163, the partial remains of previously consumed prey organisms can be found. Based on corresponding bone recognition software, SCP-6163 feeds indiscriminately. Contents of SCP-6163 instances' interior have so far included; broken tree bark, heavily oxidized iron chain links connected to a pair of handcuffs, torn burlap sacs, rubber, coal, and human remains. SCP-6163 instances typically collect in groups of thirty or greater. The groups tend to be in a circular pattern when formed, with smaller instances typically positioned toward the center of the collection, and the largest instances occupying the perimeter. Parazoological studies have discerned the average pattern of attack for SCP-6163 instances, which has been detailed below. The instances are capable of emitting a mixed series of high and low-frequency cries that produced a mild hallucinatory effect in their prey. While audible, the hallucinations serve to distort the prey's perception and guide it toward the center of the collection. The hallucinations also hinder the prey's ability to be audible to others. SCP-6163 instances have been observed using these cries to mimic sounds heard by both organic organisms and inorganic objects, such as bullets being fired, human voices, and the sound of functional machinery. Discovery: SCP-6163 was discovered on the perimeter of what was formerly Lake Michigan by two Mekhanite exploration scouts. The following footage was recovered from an ocular implant acquired by the Foundation exploration experts tailing them. Footage begins, showing the Tundra from the perspective of Hector DeMarco1 It is overcast and the position of the sun suggests it is around noon. DeMarco makes eye contact with his companion, Ines King, as they cross a frozen lake. Ahead of them is a forest comprised of frozen birch trees. DeMarco notices footsteps and grooves that suggest a chain or rope being dragged on the lake's surface and points in the direction of the forest. DeMarco: Think she went that way. King: I wonder if she's still alive. DeMarco: Doubt it. King punches DeMarco. When he looks at her, King's mouth is agape. King: Hector! DeMarco: (He shrugs.) Ask stupid questions, get stupid answers. What's Uchis going to do, kill us? He knows how valuable we are. King: She's a faery. She's higher up in the food chain than us. Why else do you think he keeps her cooped up in the Spire damn near all day? DeMarco: You don't seriously believe that, do you? King: Just cause you haven't seen her do magic doesn't mean she can't. Besides, I like her. Even since we brought her and that older one to Lord Uchis, he's seemed less… cruel? Malignant? Tyrannical? DeMarco: Whatever. Look. The pair approach the shore and DeMarco points out a trail of blood leading further into the forest. There is an SCP-6163 instance present in his peripherals, although DeMarco does not appear to notice this instance immediately. On the ground are the remains of cast iron handcuffs connected to an iron chain that has been crudely dismantled. It is evident by the indentations on a nearby stone that the handcuffs were either bludgeoned or cut. DeMarco notices footsteps continuing further into the forest. The SCP-6163 instance in his peripherals locomotes a short distance. DeMarco: Shit. King: Told you. DeMarco: No not— did you hear something? King: Yeah, maaaagic faery noises. Oooogabooga! DeMarco: Shut up, Ines, seriously. King: I "seriously" didn't hear anything. Other than you whining that is. Silence King: Well? Mister "Best tracker in the 'Hub"? Get to it! DeMarco: I've never said that. King: You're a damn liar. They proceed into the forest following the footsteps. As they enter more densely populated sections of the forest, more SCP-6163 instances can be seen moving in DeMarco's peripheral vision. The exact height of these organisms cannot be surmised from this footage, as DeMarco primarily remains focused on following the trail left behind by his target, although the instances are approximately as tall as the trees. DeMarco's attention shifts frequently to the left and right as they continue. However, upon direct focus on the area where the instance was seen, only more trees are present. DeMarco: Okay, you're seeing this too right? King: I'm telling you, Hector. She's magic. DeMarco: Knock it off. King: Fine. I'll go look over here. (She whispers.) Spoilsport. DeMarco: No, don't— ugh. As the trail concludes, King begins walking to the right and quickly passes out of view. DeMarco can be heard breathing heavily, suggesting a mild panicked response. He is able to regain his composure however and continues to walk forward as his view pans across the environment. Several SCP-6163 instances can be seen using the trees as cover. They are smaller than the ones on the forest's perimeter, but still considerably taller than DeMarco himself. These smaller instances "hop" toward DeMarco slowly, appearing to regard him with caution or curiosity. DeMarco: Gah! DeMarco backs away abruptly. The sound of wood snapping becomes audible, startling DeMarco. The frequency of his breath suggests a mild panicked response. DeMarco: Ines! DeMarco increases his pace, now a brisk walk as opposed to the more relaxed gait he previously exhibited. He looks at the ground, presumably in an attempt to relocate the footprints he had been following. For several seconds, he is unsuccessful although after tripping over a rock with shattered chain links nearby, he is successful. DeMarco reorients himself so that he is standing and he surveys the scene. He stutters incoherently for several seconds. Despite being on the perimeter of the forest with a clear view of the frozen lake, DeMarco appears obviously confused. DeMarco: Where… Ines! DeMarco retreats further into the forest, now at a sprint. In his peripheral vision, several of the smaller SCP-6163 instances can be observed pursuing him. They do not engage, however, and instead "hop" parallel to DeMarco as he continues to run. An SCP-6163 instance emerges from its cover behind a tree to obscure DeMarco's path, startling him. He falls backward onto his posterior and looks up at the SCP-6163 instance. The organism is transparent, as expected. Within its interior, several oxidized cybernetic components can be seen, as well as the bones of many unidentified species of mammals. Two human arms, encased in ice at the elbow are visible. Directly behind them, further into the SCP-6163 instance, the severed head of Ines King can be seen. The skin appears heavily necrotized and bloated, suggesting prolonged exposure to water. DeMarco: (Heavy panting.) DeMarco rises and attempts to flee, however another SCP-6163 instance "hops" perpendicularly to him at eye level. The instance is unsuccessful at impaling his head, although it manages to dislodge one of his ocular implants. Judging by the volume of the ensuing screams, DeMarco is experiencing considerable amounts of physical trauma. Despite this, however, DeMarco successfully recovers his optic implant before it can be consumed by the SCP-6163 instance. More instances converge of DeMarco as he continues to sprint. His attention shifts from his left to his right more frequently now. At this point in the recording, DeMarco's perspective is divided between the optic implant inside of his closed fist and his baseline perspective. There is a loud crashing sound, followed shortly by DeMarco screaming. The remaining optic nerve is immediately shut off-line by an unknown force, as the impact originated in DeMarco's blindspot. The free optic implant in his hand is propelled skyward from the impact of a second unknown force and does not land until it reaches the perimeter of the frozen lake. The remainder of the footage is of the forest. Movement can be observed, presumably the SCP-6163 instance. Nothing notable occurs until the optic implant is acquired by Foundation exploration experts. Upon review of the recovered footage, it was deemed appropriate for the Foundation to interact with Settlement 007, Her2 Umbilical Belt. An envoy was sent with information pertaining to the discovered footage and SCP object that now occupied the borders of both the Foundation and Settlement 007, as well as the recovered optic implant after the data was copied to Foundation databases. The envoy returned with a journal, presumed written by the faery located in the previous footage, and a letter written by Uchis Jax, the known leader of Settlement 007; Scientists, I am troubled by the news you have brought me. Deeply troubled, mind you. I was of a mind that your people targeted my people for more of your twisted experiments or perhaps to extract Pygnite from their cybernetics. In truth, I was prepared to slaughter you all over this transgression, but I am glad to see that I no longer need to expend the resources to do so. Isn't that hilarious? As you're likely aware, one of those magnificent creatures is hiding out in that little forest between us. Clearly, my people are ill-prepared to venture there, but perhaps you lot can devise a way to traverse the grounds safely and recover my treasure? Or, if you can't do it safely, perhaps you'll consider throwing men at the… let's call them Elsas… until you recover what was lost. Of course, you don't need to do this. I'd never force your compliance. But I think we both know what's at stake here if that creature isn't back in my possession by the next snowfall. Consider this a formal request, friends. Perhaps this journal could be of use to you? Best regards, Lord Uchis P.S. I shouldn't need to remind you; this is a private operation. If I find that you've let Saint Hedwig know that I'm harboring a fae, it will be your heads. And mine. The following journal was delivered from Settlement 007 to Site-83 by the Foundation envoy. "You're safe here." Liar. The cyborgs let me keep my journal, the only kindness they've afforded me in this forsaken place. I suppose I should be more grateful. I'm sorry, Father. What can I even write about anymore? The well is gone, our magic— gone. I hear the way they say our names when they don't think I can hear them. All their anger, their hatred. It hurts me when they say it, even if I'm not around them. What did I ever do to deserve this, Father? I miss you. I was branded today. If I had a camera, I would have taken a picture to show you, so I've drawn it. It hurt, not just because the iron was hot but because they used iron. I'm not cattle. They cannot treat me like this. The big one, Youchiss Uchis I think is what his name was, greeted me today. Told me that I'd be starting work in the morning, up in the Spire. It's this gigantic machine, like the one we saw in the Whisperwood, but this one was working! It had a hatch at the bottom big enough to fit ten people, shoulder to shoulder, at the heat! If you could see the steam billowing out of the top of it… It was like you were telling me about the Night of Tears. There were screams too, but… none that I recognized. No fae. I suspect Youchiss Uchis resides near the top of this massive structure. Youchiss Uchis tells me that he expects good work, else I'll be harvested. He also warned me that using the Word was forbidden here. Something about scaring his people or… something. Do they not know? Wish me safe passage, Father. I can't write. Uchis held my hand to his face today like you would do a baby's. Apparently, I was "exuding" warmth he hadn't known in a long time. He practically runs the 'Hub from the Spire, and the place is absent of all the harsh cold of the outside. I don't know what he's talking about. I accidentally cut my hand on a shard of metal while serving him lunch today, and his personal guard (Siegmund or something), escorted me to the medical facility. They instructed me to remain silent. As if I had anyone to talk to anyway. The medical facility was gorgeous, and I was being treated with snow cones and iced wine. A godsend, I haven't been served since I was a lass. They even removed my shackles and treated the wounds with ointment. I could live here forever! I met a man during my stay here, I think he said his name was Malik? You'd have liked him, I think. He's got strong, meaty hands that do wonders mending broken bones and healing sore muscles. He's a giant, almost as tall as the Foresaken but less hairy and homicidal. He's the only kind voice I've known in this place. I should hope I don't see him too often, because either he would become a slave like me, or I'd have to endure more injuries. We spoke for a while as he tended my wounds and sutured my hand. I told him of you, Father, and of the Night of Tears. If I hadn't had the extra company, I might have told him of the Word. He's been in the 'Hub since his grandfather was a child, and it's all he's ever known. I think he enjoyed my stories of the world beyond these walls. At least, it seemed like he did. We spoke of the Whispering Woods to the east of here. If fate permits, perhaps I can take him there one day. Siegmund brought me back into the Spire before my hand could heal. If you were here, I would recover much faster. I miss you. This place is massive, far bigger than our village in the mountains. I asked Uchis how many people called the 'Hub home, and he told me that there were at least ten thousand bodies here. I've seen them milling in the streets below when I get the chance to serve Uchis in his chair he keeps by the window. I don't think he's kidding. Hundreds upon hundreds of people with metal body parts, weapons hidden within prosthetics, children kicking balls over the great stone wall. They're like ants. Malik came to see Uchis about something, says it was urgent. Siegmund nearly threw him out of the window for intruding on Uchis' foot rub, but I'm grateful for Malik's timing. He was telling Uchis something about the scientists from the west stealing the Pygnite from the metal men. "They must be getting desperate," he said. I wonder if staying in this tower all day has made him forget how cold it can be out there. Before he left, Malik looked at me. Really looked at me. It was only for a moment, and he did nothing else beyond that, but I saw something in his eyes. Maybe empathy? Or… jealousy. He asked Uchis for a small team to gather supplies from the Whispering Woods, and I haven't seen him since. I got to see the might of the 'Hub later that day. Uchis descended from the Spire with me at his side, and we walked together to the center of the city to deliver an address. He made a lot of thinly veiled threats to his people, threatening war with the scientists if they don't show respect. The metal men seemed to really buy into his shpeel, but I've been around him long enough to know that he's lying about something. I don't even think he knows where they are. After Uchis was asleep, I got out of his bed and looked out the window. We're so high up. It'd be so easy… But I can't bring myself to do it, Father. Your sacrifice will not be in vain. Uchis and I walked through the 'Hub today, greeting some of the metal men. I saw Malik when we passed the infirmary. I waved to him, as discreet as I could. I don't think Uchis noticed. I met the other two members of his personal guard today, Blake and Gareth. Uchis seemed particularly fond of Gareth, less so Blake. Even so, he left me in their care as he walked back to the Spire. I saw Siegmund go into the infirmary a little while later, but he didn't seem injured. Cybernetic parts are fundamentally different than what you or I have, I suppose. Blake and Gareth were my shadows for the rest of the day. I was free to explore the 'Hub, well, "free". I still couldn't talk to anyone but I like to think I made a few friends. I saw some familiar faces in the swarms of people that live here, at least. I think you would have been proud of me, Father. When night began to fall, we headed back to the Spire. I didn't see Malik in the infirmary. I do hope he's okay. I awoke today and saw Malik, hung from the top of the Spire. Uchis wore this… sickening grin on his face when he realized I saw it. He grabbed my wrists and told me that I was his. I'll never forget the madness in his eyes. I'm afraid, Father. I need to leav— An team consisting of individuals from MTF Luna-5 ("The Left Hand of God") was selected to complete a reconnaissance mission into the forest where SCP-6163 was sighted. Accompanying them were three citizens of Settlement 007, who were to report the Foundation's actions within the forest to Uchis Jax following the recovery of the lost asset. However, the MTF agents were assigned an additional, covert mission to complete immediately following the conclusion of their primary objective. This information was kept secret from the accompanying Mekhanites. Assigned Team Team Captain Second-in-Command Objective The Left Hand of God Agent Jackrabbit Agent Salamander Containment of SCP-6163 <Begin Log> Jackrabbit: Alright cadets, and cyborgs, we ready to rumble? Salamander: On your order. Jackrabbit: Let's move. Luna 5 agents and the accompanying Mekhanites force3 proceed into the forest, dubbed "The Whispering Wood" by Foundation personnel. There are no SCP-6163 instances present on the perimeter of the forest, and typical forest ambiance, such as the cries of fauna or wind, is absent. The sounds of footsteps crunching snow underfoot and the breathing of the party are audible. Salamander: Eerie. Was it this quiet last time? Siegmund4: Does that matter? Gareth5: It might, remember what happened to Hector and Ines? Blake6: All too well. Salamander: (She scoffs) The team approaches the perimeter of the forest from the frozen lake. An SCP-6163 instance can be observed approximately five meters from Jackrabbit, exhibiting behavior inconsistent with its previously defined characteristics. The organism approaches the team, Jackrabbit and Salamander raise their weapons in response. However, before they can fire, the instance appears to notice something deeper in the forest and does not engage the team. Blake: I got it! Jackrabbit: Keep it in your pants, cadet. No need to wander off, now. Blake: Killing them would make our lives a whole lot easier. Jackrabbit: We aren't here to kill them. Siegmund: What do you mean? Jackrabbit: …our mission is the escapee. Gareth: I agree. Let's not delay, or else we'll be the ones hanging from the Spire. Salamander: Woah, hanging from the… what? Gareth: Don't worry about it. Jackrabbit: No, actually, I'm very worried about it. Are there other conditions to this escort mission that I should be aware of? Siegmund: That's not really up for me to discuss with you, is it? Remember who holds the power here. Jackrabbit turns to face him. She reaches for her weapon, a Foundation-grade 9mm pistol, but does not draw it. Siegmund, Blake, and Gareth activate several of the weaponry hidden within their cybernetics. Among the weapons showcased is an electrified baton, two compactible shortswords, and a pickaxe. The weapons appear to be comprised of Pygnite, and are segmented in a way that they can be compressed within the Mekhanite's bodies without issue. Jackrabbit maintains eye contact with Siegmund for several seconds before turning around and continuing to lead the team into the forest. The Mekhanites sheathe their weapons Salamander, who was walking behind Siegmund, bumps his shoulder as she passes him. She is laughing. They progress further, occasionally spotting trees with hand-shaped patterns of blood on them. A trail of footsteps becomes evident as they continue, although the footsteps are soon covered by precipitation. Jackrabbit: Better pick up the pace. The team proceeds deeper into the forest, noting that the blood patterns on the trees become less frequent as they continue. Forest ambiance appears absent at this junctor, although the reason for this is unclear. They walk in silence for the next five minutes before a voice becomes audible. Unknown: Help! Blake: That's her! Salamander: I dunno about that, man. I read in the file— Jackrabbit: Do. Not. Wander. Off. Blake: You miss all the shots you don't take, as my mum would say. Before Jackrabbit can speak again, Blake unsheathes his weapons, the previously mentioned shortswords, and sprints in the direction of the voice. Siegmund can be seen smiling as he does this. Within seconds, Blake disappears from view. The sounds of metal colliding against metal can be heard for several seconds, followed shortly by crunching noises similar to shattered ice. The team waits for Blake to return for approximately ten minutes in silence. Jackrabbit and Salamander begin to walk. Siegmund holds a hand up. Siegmund: Just a bit longer. Jackrabbit: We really should get moving. Seconds later, Blake emerges from behind a tree. He is covered in fractured ice. Blake: (Heavy panting.) Was. Not. Her. Salamander: Ooooh, you're lucky. Blake: What do you mean? Salamander: See, what I was trying to tell you earlier is that, well, see, we have this file in our database right? And that file says— Jackrabbit: Stop trying to help them, Salamander. Salamander: Right, uh, sorry boss. Look, metal dude, just stick with us? Blake: And miss the chance to make Lord Uchis proud? No, I need this. I'm a member of his Lordship's personal guard, damn it. Gareth: Wait… what's the file say? Jackrabbit: It says we should keep moving. The team continues to walk in one direction until they discover a trail of footprints, nearly invisible due to the snowfall filling them in. Salamander sighs. Salamander: Looks like we're onto her, eh boss? Jackrabbit: Right. Keep your eyes up. They follow the footsteps for approximately three minutes. In the distance, SCP-6163 instances of various heights can be observed hopping parallel to the team. These instances do not engage, however, as they appear to be moving to a location deeper within the forest. From behind a tree further up ahead, an SCP-6163 instance approximately one-meter tall hops out and obstructs the team's path. Jackrabbit and Salamander raise their pistols at the organism, which begins to hop away from them. Blake pursues the organism after unsheathing his shortswords, followed by Jackrabbit and the Mekhanites. This pursuit lasts for several seconds until another SCP-6163 organism emerges from behind the cover of a nearby boulder. Jackrabbit: Duck! Blake acknowledges Jackrabbit's warning, although he is too slow to react to the approaching SCP-6163 instance. The second organism proceeds to impale Blake through his temple and hops away. A trail of blood is formed as it moves deeper into the forest. Jackrabbit inhales sharply but says nothing. Gareth: By the MEKHANE… Siegmund: I… Jackrabbit: Say your prayers, or whatever it is you do. I know what it's like to lose a member of your team. But do it fast. Gareth: Thank you. The remainder of the team approaches a clearing following a short period of silence. The trees on the perimeter of the clearing have been stripped of bark, revealing pale wood beneath them. At least fifteen adolescent SCP-6163 instances can be observed near the center of the clearing, consuming something. For a moment, screams can be heard, but they are quickly silenced. Upon further inspection, the cadaver of Blake can be seen. The flesh on his corpse is stripped in several places, exposing muscle and bone. Patches of skin are visible within the smaller SCP-6163 instances that are actively being digested. Blake's fingers appear animate, although this is presumed to be a physiological response. Gareth: Blake… Tearing noises become audible, followed shortly by the sound of ripping meat. A severed arm is ejected from the collection of instances, landing in front of the team. An SCP-6163 instance pieces the limb with the top of its head and returns it to the adolescents. The larger SCP-6163 instance remains near the smaller ones. From beyond the perimeter of the clearing, more adult SCP-6163 instances can be observed watching the team. Jackrabbit: I told you: don't wander off. Jackrabbit leads Gareth and Siegmund past the organism, following the trail of footprints eastward for sixty paces. The number of trees populating this section of the forest makes it difficult to discern the team's exact location relative to the frozen lake or Site-83. Jackrabbit frequently diverts her attention to her left and right as they continue to walk. Salamander: Everyone doing alright? Siegmund: Good as I can be in this forsaken place. Salamander: Who are you talking to? Siegmund: You? Salamander: I didn't say anything. Jackrabbit: The organisms must be copying our speech patterns. Gareth: All the more reason to cease this chatter and find what we're looking for. Jackrabbit: Stay close. Adjacent to the footprints approximately three meters away are several circular patterns, suggesting SCP-6163 locomotion. The footprints are now accompanied by several drops of blood that appear to have fallen at regular intervals. The gait is noticeably increased at this juncture. The team continues to follow the trail until they discover a felled tree, partially bisected from the impact of a large, blunt object. Blood spatter can be seen both on the track at the point of impact and on the ground surrounding it. An interruption in the footsteps can be seen as if whoever was making them was abruptly and forcefully blown in the direction of the tree. Gareth inhales sharply as he notices this. Jackrabbit: She's wounded. Siegmund: Wounded, yes, but alive. Look, the trail continues that way. She must have been attacked by the Elsas but not consumed. Salamander: Wow, you're smart. You graduate from Miskatonic? Siegmund: I did, actually. Jackrabbit scoffs, continuing to follow the trail with Siegmund and Gareth in tow. They follow the footsteps in silence for thirty seconds, with Jackrabbit and Salamander occasionally raising their pistols at the sound of snapping twigs and other forest ambiance. They encounter a birch tree with an unusually wide trunk. The footsteps appear to cease here. Siegmund: Hm. Perhaps- Several drops of blood fall on Siegmund's head. Jackrabbit points upward. Near the top of the tree, approximately three meters above the ground is a humanoid female adorned in tattered burlap rags and iron cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She appears visibly frightened by the presence of the team and is bleeding from an open wound on her abdominal region. Jackrabbit: Found her. Siegmund: Now we need to get her. Gareth? Silence. Siegmund: Gareth? Silence. Siegmund turns. Previously Gareth had been walking behind them. Now, however, he is absent. Additionally there are no tracks in the snow that would suggest an SCP-6163 instance attack, and judging by the various gaits, only footprints visible belong to Jackrabbit, Siegmund, Salamander and the female humanoid. Gareth: Help! Siegmund inhales sharply and rapidly attempts to locate the source of the plea. Jackrabbit, however, remains focused on the humanoid. She draws her pistol and takes aim. Salamander holds her arms open, as if to prepare to catch her. Siegmund: What are you doing? She's trapped up there, we have to find my Archivist. Jackrabbit: "Finding the Archivist" wasn't the mission, remember? Gareth: Siegmund, help me! Siegmund: Ugh, I- wait there. Jackrabbit: Don't you remember what happened the last time someone in this pack wandered off? We've lost too many people to fuck this up now, man. Siegmund: (He grunts.) Damn it! Jackrabbit fires three shots into the tree branches. The first bullet misses, the second connects with the female humanoid, and the third destroys the branch she was sitting on. The female falls, colliding with several more branches on her way down, eventually landing on top of Salamander. They displace a large amount of snow from the impact of the fall, temporarily obstructing the visuals. She can be heard groaning as she rolls over and attempts to stand. Once Jackrabbit regains her sight, the female can be observed attempting to flee. Due to the impact of the bullet however, she is forced to walk with a significantly staggered gait. Gareth: Help! Siegmund: Get her, guide her out of this forsaken place and meet us by the lake. Jackrabbit: Your funeral. Siegmund departs in the direction of Gareth's call. Jackrabbit helps Salamander to her feet and they pursue the female humanoid. The female loses balance and falls. From the ground, she cups snow in her hand and throws it at Jackrabbit. The snowball successfully connects with Jackrabbit, although she is not deterred. The female is visibly panicked and attempts to escape by crawling backward on her hands, however, Jackrabbit is able to catch up with her. She grabs the female by her arm and lifts her to her feet. The female is panting heavily and holding her leg wound with her other hand. Unknown female: Don't touch me! Jackrabbit: Had to get you down somehow. Unknown female: I'm not… going… back. Jackrabbit: You're not really in the position to make that decision, are you? The sounds of Siegmund's screams become audible. Unknown female: The metal man. Jackrabbit: Move. Jackrabbit guides the female by the forearm and they proceed in the opposite direction of the footsteps. They walk in silence for several seconds before Jackrabbit diverts from the path and takes a sudden right turn. She continues to make erratic turns in varying directions for approximately eight minutes before stopping and attempting to get her bearings. Jackrabbit: I could have sworn… No, was it this way? Salamander: It was… that way. Salamander: No, it was that way. Salamander: No, that way. That way. That way. That way. Jackrabbit and Salamander stand with their backs facing one another with the unknown female standing in between them. The echo of Salamander's voice can be heard for several seconds. As the echo continues, the volume increases exponentially, eventually resulting in the microphone peaking and becoming temporarily disabled. The trio are in clearly visible pain and hold their hands over their ears. Salamander: Argh! Fuck! Make it stop! Jackrabbit: Just pick a direction and go! Salamander begins heading west, followed by Jackrabbit and the unknown female. Several SCP-6163 instances can be seen hopping in front of Salamander at multiple points, attempting to obstruct her path. Salamander withdraws her pistol and fires into many of these entities. The bullets are capable of penetrating the 'skin' of the organisms, however significant damage cannot be done. Salamander can be seen bleeding from her ears, due to having to uncover them in order to fire at the anomalies. Jackrabbit: Watch out! In Jackrabbit's peripheral, out of Salamander's view, and SCP-6163 instance can be observed rapidly locomoting to her location. Salamander does not acknowledge Jackrabbit's warning. Jackrabbit fires multiple bullets into the organism's interior, although this proves to have minimal impact. Salamander turns to fire at the approaching organism, however before she can get a shot off, she is impaled through her torso and carried away. The echoing ceases at this juncture. Jackrabbit: (Whispering) Fuck. The pair begin running in one direction, Jackrabbit marking trees she passes with bullets. More screams can be heard as they continue, similar to those made by Siegmund and Gareth, although the source of these noises is unclear. No SCP-6163 instances are present within Jackrabbit's field of view. The pair approach a clearing and take cover behind nearby trees. In the center of the clearing are several adolescent SCP-6163 instances7 gathered together in a circular cluster. The instances are hopping in place for an unknown reason. Within their bodies, the partially digest faces of Blake and Gareth can be seen, as well as several limbs, digits, and clothing presumed to have belonged to them. From the other side of the clearing opposite Jackrabbit, an adult SCP-6163 instance approaches. Impaled on its 'head' is Siegmund, still alive and struggling to escape. Despite his thrashing, he remains in place. Siegmund: Let me go! Help! Assassin! The adult SCP-6163 instance hops with Siegmund until it is near the adolescent organisms. More adult SCP-6163 instances approach from behind this one and gather in a loose circle around the adolescents. The SCP-6163 instance carrying Siegmund hops vertically, gaining more height than previously observed. This action dislodges Siegmund and sends him forward, placing him directly above the smaller organisms. The larger instances hop in conjunction, impaling Siegmund at various angles. When they land, the tearing force of their implements is enough to eviscerate him, allowing for his internal organs to be exposed. The majority of Siegmund's internal anatomy lands on the smaller SCP-6163 instances, while the larger ones can be observed consuming significant portions of his flesh. Unknown female: Thank god. Jackrabbit: They're distracted. We need to— Jackrabbit is impaled from behind by a previously unseen SCP-6163 instance. This instance is larger than the previously seen ones and proceeds to hop with Jackrabbit toward the others. At this point, Jackrabbit's body camera becomes dislodged from her body and is dropped to the ground, still recording. Jackrabbit's screams can be heard as the unknown female approaches lake's edge. Foundation agents waiting on the perimeter of the forest can be seen approaching the camera, successfully acquiring the unknown female. <End Log> Footnotes 1. DNA analysis of recovered remains confirmed the identities of both individuals depicted here. 2. Referring to the MEKHANE, the diety figure at the epicenter of Mekhanite theology. 3. Consisting of two Data Archivists and one Programmer. 4. The Programmer. 5. Data Archivist. 6. Additional Data Archivist. 7. The age of the organisms can be approximated by their height. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6163" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6163. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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This article has mentions of child/infant death. SCP-6164: Bring Your Child to Work Day Author: nullhorse (aka fawxplus) thank you for reading :) ⚠️ content warning Item#: 6164 Level3 Secondary Class: pagnum Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6164 is currently believed to be uncontainable by standard definitions of containment, bestowing it the Pagnum class.1 As SCP-6164 has no known physical form or point of origin, it is impossible to physically contain it. SCP-6164 currently inhabits Site-235 and all possible measures are to be taken to ensure the permanent structural security of the site and the continued accommodation of SCP-6164 within it. Under no circumstance should there be any attempt by site staff to subvert the function of SCP-6164 until a better understanding of it is garnered to avoid random site transference. Likewise, 40% of all staff situated at Site-235 are to be parents to prevent random site transference. Following every translocation event, MTF Omega-14 ("Daycare") should perform a sitewide sweep in order to secure any displaced children. Description: SCP-6164 is a seemingly omnipresent phenomenon represented by a voice in the form of a Bring Your Child to Work Day announcement. During a certain interval of the day,2 SCP-6164 will send out a sitewide announcement through the site's PA system3 announcing that a fixed day or date in the near future will be Bring Your Child to Work Day. Upon said date, at approximately 9:00 AM, one child of all employees present will be teleported to a location onsite.4 D-Class and civilian/Level 0 personnel do not seem to be affected by this phenomenon. It is believed that SCP-6164 can displace individuals by any range within the site's parameters. SCP-6164 will go into a state of inactivity following a translocation event, although it is capable of transferring sites if subverted. SCP-6164 will make no further broadcasts during its hibernation period, which varies between 3 weeks to 5 months. SCP-6164 exclusively occupies one site at a time, although the particular site may change under certain circumstances. SCP-6164 operates under a specific modus operandi that remains to be completely understood. Testing to find the extent of its procedure is virtually impossible5 disallowed, but it is known (within the small sample size of data) that site transference occurs by: Decommissioning the site it resides at, ergo: Destruction of the site it resides at Attempts to minimize its damage by producing a site specifically intended for housing it6 Upon site transference, SCP-6164 will be linked to the chosen site and its 'lineage'. This connection can be broken by opposing or subverting its effects, upon which it will transfer to a random site. SCP-6164 Discovery Notes: ACCESS DISCOVERY NOTES COLLAPSE DISCOVERY NOTES SCP-6164 first manifested on 05/25/2015, 1:45PM at Site-██, a site planned to be decommissioned in less than a year. Due to the auditory nature of the SCP objects onsite, there was no PA system present for SCP-6164 to manifest through. Every sapient individual present reported hearing a voice in their head announcing "Reminder! This Saturday is Bring Your Child to Work Day." Researcher Julie Heart and Dr. Iraj Pillai requested that a CODE: AMBER lockdown be initiated, but Senior Security Officer Larry Anderson concluded that there was not enough cause to declare a containment breach. A full sweep of the site was initiated by onsite security and nothing was determined to be out of the ordinary. A proposal to research how this phenomenon could apply to the ██ objects situated at Site-██ was put forward, which was passed in a matter of three days by the prospect of there being a possibly unknown memetic effect or cognitohazard among them. Two days after the proposal was passed, on the Saturday that SCP-6164 had announced earlier, sixty-one (61) children appeared across the site triggering an automatic C-priority lockdown. Following the report and proposal written by Dr. Heart, MTF Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") was thereby dispatched as it was believed the selection effect of SCP-6164 may have been triggered by auditory means. All dislocated children were secured, interviewed if possible, given Class B amnestics, and released to their homes. Nothing of note was gathered from all thirty-three (33) interviews conducted. The areas of their abduction were investigated by Foundation agents, and all bystanders witnessing the children's translocation were distributed Class B amnestics. Research into this phenomenon became the temporary priority of Site-██ until the next translocation event 2 months later, where it was theorized that this phenomenon was unrelated to the objects housed at the site and was the effect of a yet undiscovered object. Immediately after the second event, Site Director ████ ████ filed a form requesting that the site's decommissioning be expedited at the appeal of Researcher Heart. This is the second time these kids, our kids, have been taken by this thing. This is going to start affecting their lives. If this becomes cyclic, someone will eventually post something online or tell someone on the phone that they saw a kid disappear, and then we'll have a media scandal we'll need to run a disinformation campaign about. Oh, and constant amnesticization can't be good for their little brains. Not only that, it's only a matter of time before they get teleported into a chamber and decide to start touching stuff- you know how kids are. Hell, God forbid one of them gets put in front of [DATA EXPUNGED] Julie Heart Researcher, Site-██ Addendum 6164-1: ACCESS ADDENDUM: COLLAPSE ADDENDUM Before another translocation event could occur, the redistribution of SCP objects to appropriate sites and the decommissioning of Site-██ began. Following the successful and succinct deconstruction of Site-██, the construction of a successor site denoted as Site-113 was started and no further anomalous announcements were made. Details of SCP-6164's hibernation period were not yet known and it was deemed neutralized. Construction of Site-113 was completed on 10/02/2015. On the first workday, which was intended to be an introductory briefing session regarding the purpose of the site, the PA system activated at 3:17 PM and an SCP-6164 announcement was transmitted. The following is an audio log of the announcement. Site Director Adams: -nd that's why, we as a team- no, we as a Foundation need to stick together. I know the things we're gonna be dealing with aren't Keter level threats, or some world-ending anomalies, but it is still our duty here as a family to, say it with me- Site Director Adams: Secure! The shuffling of chairs and a few coughs can be heard from the crowd. Crowd, unenthused: Secure… Site Director Adams: Contain! Crowd: Contain… Site Director Adams: PROTE- White noise from the overhead speaker becomes audible. SCP-6164: Attention, this is a reminder that on October 19th, we are going to have Bring Your Child to Work Day! Don't forget! The white noise cuts out abruptly and there is a silence for a few seconds. Site Director Adams: What the hell was that? Interesting. Well, it's not neutralized. It seems to be attached to the idea of the sites themselves rather than a specific object or plot of land. Understanding how this works may help us in other facets of research. This is really fascinating, but we need to be cautious, especially since our children are at risk. As it's vacant, I'm officially requesting the lead researcher position for 6164, and that it is reclassified under Pagnum. Julie Heart Researcher, Site-113 Note: Both requests were obliged after review. Addendum 6164-1a: ACCESS ADDENDUM COLLAPSE ADDENDUM Following Dr. Heart's appointment to Lead Researcher of SCP-6164, she (with permission and guidance from Site Director Gaelen Adams) manually reselected all fifty-nine (59) employees for Site-113 with the common denominator being that they were childless. On 10/19/2015 at 9:01 AM, fifty-five fifty-seven (57) individuals appeared across the site. These individuals were various nephews, nieces, cousins, and on one account, a grandfather whom were all related to site employees.7 Initially, onsite security secured fifty-three (53) of all the displaced individuals. An 88-year-old man was later found deceased in the site lobby. Dr. Lisa Butler testified that this man was her grandfather whom had been on life support after suffering a near-fatal stroke. Four employees testified that their family members translocated onsite were originally out of state or in another country. Three employees did not see anyone they knew despite undoubtedly having family. The reason for their immunity supposed exemption in this translocation event is currently unknown and being looked into logged in Addendum 6164-1b. Addendum 6164-1b: ACCESS ADDENDUM COLLAPSE ADDENDUM Shortly after the previous translocation event, the three employees under investigation reported that individually, they had a niece, nephew, and cousin go missing. Foundation agents looked into those around the children during the time of the translocation event and reported that witnesses all claimed they just simply disappeared. Witnesses were given full doses of Class B amnestics and the decommissioning of Site-113 immediately began. During the deconstruction of a containment chamber, a fingertip was discovered poking out a corner of a wall. The corpse of Dr. Brandon White's niece was recovered from inside of it hours later. Two more corpses aged ten and three years old were found intersecting a ceiling and phased beneath a floor. Dr. Julie Heart video logged the statements of the employees suffering familial casualties in an attempt to uncover a common denominator between them, and discover why they incurred the selection over the rest of the staff. Interviewed: Dr. Lisa Butler Interviewer: Dr. Julie Heart <Begin Log> Heart: Alright, Dr. Butler, I've just got a couple questions for you about what happened to your grandfather. Butler: Alright. Alright, go ahead. Heart: So, first of all, tell me a little about him and his situation. Dr. Butler frowns and puts her hand on her cheek. Butler: Well, he recently experienced a stroke at his lodge. It took a few minutes before someone found him, and then it took a bit for the ambulance to get to around where he was in the woods. They said his survival was… a miracle. Although, I guess that… nevermind. He was on life support at █████ in ███████. He hadn't yet regained consciousness, but they said his brain was functioning fine enough. Fine enough being in a coma, I mean. Heart: Alright. Is there any reason why you think you were chosen by SCP-6164? Butler: Huh? Chosen? Oh, I… I don't know, no, I can't think of… anything. Heart: You seem a bit hesitant, doctor. Butler: I just hadn't really thought about it like that. 'Chosen'. It was because of me, huh? Heart: Oh, Lisa, I didn't mean to insinuate- I'm sorry. That was a poor choice of wording. Butler: No, no, it's fine, really, I just… I'm not sure why I was chosen. Sorry. Heart: That's okay, thank you Dr. Butler. How are you dealing with your loss? Butler: I'm fine overall. Sorrowful, though, to an extent. But I'll be okay. Heart: Alright. If you're sure. Thank you for your time. <End Log> Interviewed: Dr. Brandon White Interviewer: Dr. Julie Heart <Begin Log> Heart: Dr. White, thank you for joining me. I'm sorry that y- White: Drop it, Julia. Come on. Not now. I know it's procedure, but just… not now. Dr. Heart stares at Dr. White with a frown in silence for a short moment. Heart: I know. I'm sorry. How are you holding up? Dr. White pauses, scratches his forehead, and looks up in silence for a few seconds. White: I had just ordered her birthday presents. It was coming up in less than a month. I got her this little, like… robot bird. It wasn't really advanced, but it interacted with you and is supposed to respond if you talk to it. Mimicry and its own lines. She was really interested in STEM, she believed that… y'know, Uncle Brandon was working as a chemist for a 'sleep company'. She wanted to be an engineer. And now… whether or not everyone acknowledges it, it's my fault. If I weren't here, she'd be… Dr. White checks his watch. White: She'd be at school right now. Heart: Brandon, I… I don't know what to say. I can't imagine what you're going through. I know you were against being onsite with this thing. How old was she? White: Nine. Well, ten, really. Heart: I'm sorry. You know we have mental health services. White: I know. Heart: I do need to ask about the scip. Do you have any idea why it might've chosen yo- I mean, why it might've chosen your niece? Dr. White stares at Dr. Heart in silence for 1 minute and 39 seconds. Heart: Thank you for your time, Brandon. If you ever need to talk… <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, Dr. White filed a request for temporary leave. Interviewed: Junior Security Officer Winslow Pettus Interviewer: Dr. Julie Heart Foreword: Officer Pettus' ten year old nephew was killed in a translocation event. <Begin Log> Heart: Hi, Winslow, thanks for coming in. How are you doing? Pettus: I'm holding up fine enough, ma'am. How are you? Heart: Oh, I- I'm doing fine as well. Thank you for asking. I wanted to talk to you about your nephew. Pettus: Yes ma'am, I assumed. Heart: Do you have any idea why your nephew was selected by SCP-6164? Pettus: I'm not sure. I don't believe he's outwardly done anything to cause this. I know he hasn't. I don't see him very often, I haven't seen him recently. Which is… but, he's a good kid. He's a real good kid. What's happened… isn't a good thing. Not a good thing at all, ma'am. Officer Pettus clears his throat. Heart: I know, it's terrible. It's terrible for everyone involved. I'm sorry, Mr. Pettus. Let me ask, we don't completely understand the selection process, is there any reason why it would've chosen you as deserving of punishment? Pettus: I'm not sure, ma'am. I'm still fairly new here. I don't think I've done anything regarding it at all, actually. Officer Pettus puts his fingers to his temples and looks down for a moment. Pettus: Maybe this was a warning. Heart: A warning? How do you mean? Pettus: I mean, ma'am, this may've been random. If this thing has a soul, maybe it's showing us that. Showing us that it's not something to be challenged. I'm not sure, that's just where my mind went to first. Heart: No, Officer Pettus, this is very insightful. Thank you. Dr. Heart takes some notes in a notebook. Heart: Officer, thank you again, I hope you're okay. Really, I'm sorry that this happened. Please, remember, we offer mental health services if you think you'll need them. Pettus: Yes ma'am. Thank you. I'm glad I could be of assistance. <End Log> Interviewed: Custodial Head Zackary Law Interviewer: Dr. Julie Heart Foreword: Mr. Law's three year old cousin was killed in a translocation event. He was sobbing throughout almost the entire interview. <Begin Log> Dr. Heart is sitting next to Mr. Law, hand on his shoulder. Heart: Are you ready? Take your time. Mr. Law wipes his eyes and lets out a huge sigh. Law: Sure. Dr. Heart leans back and looks in her notebook. Heart: I've been asking everybody how they're doing, but… I'm really sorry, Mr. Law. I don't know what you're going through, I can't imagine it. Mr. Law starts crying again. Law: He was THREE! And now he can't even have a funeral… he's in parts, in stone! There is no body, there's only fragments. What the fuck, man? How is this happening to me? This doesn't feel real. And, and, how do I break it to Melissa, fuck, I… and grandpa, he, he, he was his little buddy. Dr. Heart wipes her eyes. Heart: Zack, I'm so sorry… I have to ask you some questions about why your cousin was selected by 6164. Do you have any reason why he might've- Mr. Law stands up. Law: Man, I barely even fucking know what this thing is! I hadn't even heard of it until today, and the report you gave me was covered in black bars. Why am I even in here?! I have no idea! Heart: Zackary, please, I just need to- Law: Fuck what you need! I need my cousin! Heart: Z- I- I'm sorry, I- I didn't, I don't… I don't know what to do… I don't want this to happen again. I'm trying to help, I, I'm trying to stop this thing. I'm trying to prevent this from recurring. Please, I… I didn't want… Dr. Heart puts her head in her hands and starts crying. Mr. Law stares at her for a moment then sits back down. Law: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm just… my baby cousin is dead, doc. I'm at a loss. I can't help you, I'm barely contained here myself. Heart: I know, I'm sorry, I'm just trying to keep… an air of professionalism… although I'm sure that's gone now. No, I… I'm a mother myself. And I'm scared. I opted to be the lead researcher without knowing that this thing could kill. And now I have a responsibility to fulfill. Mine is a baby too, and he… I would die if anything happened to him. I don't want this to happen to anyone else. I want to stop this, but I'm only human. The two are silent for a few minutes, besides their crying. Heart: Thank you for your time, Mr. Law. Let's finish this. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, Dr. Heart advised Mr. Law to get a fill of amnestics at the onsite pharmacy. Dr. Heart herself filed a personal order for anti-depressants. Jesus. As it turns out, it is absolutely worse to have childless employees than for 6164 to occupy a space amongst those who are parents. Why did these kids have to die? There were no deaths in the first two events. We need to find a way to deal with this thing, stat. My proposed solution is then to create a small site in place of 113- a permanent place of containment in its attached lineage. A final resting place. I'll write up a few different proposals of possible solutions by tomorrow evening. Julie Heart Lead Researcher for SCP-6164, Site-113 Following the casualties caused by SCP-6164, Researcher Heart, with the recommendation of Regional Security Director Bill Terold, has requested that a new Mobile Task Force be created to secure all displaced children (and other individuals) and be permanently stationed at any site SCP-6164 operates at. MTF Omega-14 ("Daycare") has been established in approval. PROPOSAL Nº. CONTENT STATUS NOTE 1 Construct a site purposed as a housing facility for the sole objective of containing SCP-6164 without translocation events DENIED Whether or not this will prevent translocation events is unknown. Additionally, we don't want to take away the daily lives of the families. - O5-5 2 Construct a site purposed as the sole containment facility for SCP-6164 APPROVED Dr. Heart, we will begin on the execution of this proposal but we want to remind you that The Foundation's budget has the ability to indulge, but it is not without limit. - O5-7 3 Construct a site with a minimum of ten (10) safe objects that won't cause a problem if interacted with DENIED We cannot have an absolute guarantee regarding the safety of the objects, and of the children here. We don't want to voluntarily put ten anomalies at risk to secure this one. - O5-5 Addendum 6164-2: LEVEL 4 ACCESS REQUIRED ACCESS GRANTED A third successor site was approved to be constructed as a 14,500 sq. ft. facility meant only for the accommodation of SCP-6164. The site's construction was completed on 01/30/2016. Upon the first official workday (intended as an observation period), SCP-6164 activated at 1:05 PM. The following is an eleven second (00:11.33) audio clip of its announcement. SCP-6164: Reminder! Trickery will NOT be tolerated on Foundation premises. This site is in no condition for Bring Your Child to Work Day. Site transference occurred immediately after, albeit disconnected from the precedent lineage. At 1:06 PM, Site-235 experienced a normal SCP-6164 announcement proclaiming that February 14th would be the next Bring Your Child to Work Day. Dr. Heart transferred to Site-235 and requested that the objects housed there be dispersed to other sites with a successor site housing a minimum of ten safe objects be constructed, proposal number three, before another translocation event could occur. Due to the unpredictable nature of SCP-6164 and previous failures of subversion, this request was denied with the security and ensured containment of more volatile sites and objects in mind. Dr. Heart urged site administration to give all non-essential staff the 14th off, specifically requesting that the janitorial staff in particular be excused. This request was approved and an email scheduled for 1 week before the translocation event was written. After learning of the cause of the random site transference, the O5 Council overruled this approval and required all employees to come to work as usual. On 02/14/2016 at 8:59 AM, 253 children were teleported onsite in a translocation event. MTF Omega-14 promptly swept the site and secured 252 of the children with 1 casualty being suffered. I pleaded with you devils, just sitting in the safety of your offices, I begged you to do something. But it was 'too dangerous'. This article doesn't include how much constant and active protesting I did. You were fine with building up and breaking down sites to try and figure out this thing, but as soon as you find out it has another ability, it's too dangerous? I would like to say I understand, but I don't. I really don't. This happened, and it will happen again. I won't be the only victim of this. My baby fucking boy is gone forever. He was two years old. TWO YEARS OLD. He hadn't even spoken a full sentence yet. He was devoured by one of those fucking things and you have the audacity to tell me "there's nothing we can do"? I can't believe it, I really can't. I don't know what to feel. There's a lot of sorrow. There's a lot of regret. But I know out of everything, I'm mad. I'm really fucking mad. I'm mad at you sociopaths just absolutely closing up on me when you found out it can go where it pleases- maybe, we don't even know if it can and we won't know because you won't allow me to do anymore about it. This shouldn't be a sign to stop trying to figure it out, this should be a sign to map it out completely so we can avoid its damage. I know my words at this point are frail. I'm done. I am done. Load me up with amnestics and take me off of this project. Write up a cover story somehow eliminating my son from history forever. I want nothing to do with 6164 anymore. Julie Heart Lead Researcher for SCP-6164, Site-235 This thing is far too dangerous to be meddled with. We don't know if it is capable of sentience or not, but it seems to be malicious. We know it can speak and we know it modifies speech to directly talk to us if we try to oppose it. Imagine if a subversion of its protocol made it mad enough to transfer onto the site of SCP-682 or something dangerous like that. There's no building a successor site there without substantial loss, if it's even possible. We shouldn't accept a pyrrhic victory and instead deal with it as we have it while we know what it'll do. I'm formally requesting that research involving tampering with SCP-6164's location stop and we work with it at 235 until we can find out more about it. Brando Nolasco Lead Researcher for SCP-6164, Site-235 OVERSEER VOTE SUMMARY STATUS APPROVED As of 03/01/2016, all research involving the direct transference of SCP-6164 is prohibited. Footnotes 1. Functionally self-containing, but requiring observation and proactivity from the Foundation. 2. Observed to be usually between 12:00 AM and 3:30 PM local time. 3. The announcement will be broadcast telepathically if no PA/intercom system is present. 4. Hereby referred to as a 'translocation event' 5. "We should strive to take some objectivity in these articles. I'm changing this to say what it means." - Researcher Heart 6. See Addendum 6164-1b. 7. Post-incident investigation yielded that two employees had no family whatsoever. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6164" by nullhorse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6164. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6165 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains suicide, menstruation, insects, gore and child sexual abuse. ⚠️ content warning LightlessLantern SCP-6165: Ramadan Item No: SCP-6165 Special Containment Procedures: Once monthly, the town of Rotherham is to be discreetly fumigated to prevent the further spread of the red palm weevil. The British-Pakistani community of Rotherham are to be monitored for the potential recurrence of SCP-6165. When found, Person-Of-Interest-6165 is to be immediately transferred to the custody of the British Occult Service for questioning. Description: SCP-6165 is the designation given to a series of anomalous phenomena affecting the British-Pakistani community of Rotherham, South Yorkshire, occurring during May and June 2017. None of SCP-6165's constituent events were reported to the authorities while they occurred, however, it is unknown whether this was due to inherent antimemetic properties or the natural socially isolated nature of the community. The following timeline of events was created through interviews with members of the community prior to their amnesticisation. Its accuracy is unknown. Summarised SCP-6165 Timeline: 2017-05-15: 67-year-old Muhammad Khan returns to his home at 7 Rochdale Drive, having served 4 years of an 8 year sentence for offences related to the sexual exploitation of children. Upon his arrival, he notes the corpses of several adult red palm weevils (Rhynchophorus ferrugineus) scattered throughout the entrance hallway. 2017-05-21: The body of 24-year-old Khadijah Choudhary is found in her home at 9 Castleton Lane, having committed suicide via hanging. Several crushed dates are discovered beneath the body. 2017-05-26: Ramadan begins. Suhoor and iftar meals within the Al-Noor Mosque are cancelled following the discovery that all drinking water is immediately transmuted into menstrual fluid. 2017-05-30: A disturbance is reported at Muhammad Khan's home, however, upon the arrival of his neighbours, no evidence for a burglary is found. 2017-06-02: Neighbours note the smell of blood and rotting fruit emanating from Muhammad Khan's house. Questioning is unsuccessful due to Khan's refusal to grant entrance to the house. 2017-06-04: All females within the community between the ages of 8 and 17 begin menstruating, regardless of prior menstrual history. None of the produced blood is a genetic match for the originating female. 2017-06-08: During the sermon prior to Jum'ah prayer at the Al-Noor Mosque, all worshippers place a date seed in a bowl before pouring a litre of water, which has been transmuted into menstrual fluid, onto the date seed. The date seed quickly absorbs the menstrual fluid and germinates, with a date palm sapling (Phoenix dactylifera) growing over the next ten minutes. All saplings contain red palm weevil larvae which several worshippers extract and place in their mouths. 2017-06-11: Several security cameras throughout Rotherham are transmuted into a congealed mass of red palm weevil larvae. 2017-06-13: All females between the ages of 8 and 17 cease menstruating. Subsequent attempts at ritual purification are unsuccessful as all water is transmuted into a mixture of partially-crushed dates and pupated red palm weevils. 2017-06-19: Children report an unidentified person regularly entering Muhammad Khan's house. These reports are unconfirmed due to Khan's continued refusal to allow entry and the prior transmutation of security cameras. 2017-06-24: Ramadan ends. During maghrib prayers at Al-Noor Mosque, all worshippers over the age of 50 suffer severe stomach pains, regurgitating a combined total of 50 litres of blood and partially-digested dates. Regurgitated matter is immediately absorbed by the mosque's internal structure. 2017-06-25: During Eid-al-Fitr prayers, adult red palm weevils extract themselves from the gums of several worshippers, causing severe oral damage. All attempts at treating the damage are unsuccessful. Discovery: On 2017-06-28, Muhammad Khan was discovered attempting to dig up the grave of Khadijah Choudhary and was taken to the local police station. Upon entering the station, Khan immediately dissociated into a pile of date seeds, all covered in a thin layer of blood-based paint. Subsequently, police officers alerted the British Occult Service to the potential presence of anomalous activity within Rotherham. Following interviews with members of the community, a joint Foundation-British Occult Service raid of Muhammad Khan's home was approved for 2017-07-01. Upon entry, Muhammad Khan was discovered in his living room, huddled in the foetal position within a thaumaturgic ritual circle, surrounded by Daevite sigils signifying punishment, human sacrifice and corruption, both physical and spiritual. Against the orders of British Occult Service officers, Foundation Agent Charles Edmondson entered the ritual circle. Simultaneously, Muhammad Khan's abdominal cavity ruptured, releasing large numbers of larval and adult red palm weevils. Despite severe damage to his internal structure, Muhammad Khan failed to expire. Subsequent analysis of Muhammad Khan found that over 95% of his body mass had been converted into the structure of an adult red palm weevil. Despite extreme changes to his respiratory system, Khan's ability to speak was not affected. Initial questioning established that Khan was not the creator of SCP-6165, however, his responses quickly devolved into shrill, high-pitched screams. Inspection of Khan's hands and genitals found them to be swollen to five times their expected size and that they were leaking an edible mixture of date syrup and liquidated red palm weevil larvae, at a rate of 0.5 litres per hour. In light of the severe pain caused by Khan's condition, the British Occult Service waived his right to ethical containment on the condition of his immediate euthanisation. In compliance with Foundation biological waste disposal requirements, the use of chemical euthanasia and anaesthetic was rejected due to the unknown nature of their interaction with insect anatomy. Instead, Muhammad Khan was incinerated. Following this discovery, the British Occult Service approved the emergency exhumation of Khadijah Choudhary's grave. In place of her corpse, officers discovered a 1.5-metre-tall wooden effigy of an adult red palm weevil. Khadijah Choudhary has been designated Person-Of-Interest-6165. Her location is unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6165" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6165. Licensed under CC-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-6166 | esoteric-class | FOR 05 EYES ONLY ALL VIEWERS NOT ON THE 05 COMMAND WILL BE TERMINATED BY LATENT MEMETIC TRIGGERS EMBEDDED IN THE FOLLOWING TEXTUAL KILL AGENT. MNET-009: The crass happy frog said ';olio maskus amol;' to the folly of the gods. Debriefing: The following set of information has been retrieved via decoding thaumaturgical cosmic background radiation1 surrounding the perimeter of SCP-6166. This information has been known to cause psychosis and fever. Proceed with caution. I: Oh great, I'm awake…God my stomach hurts….my head….I should get a Tylenol. No, too far a walk, and didn't I just have one…I should call in to work…no…too early..must be 2:00, 3:00 AM. Wait do I even work? Man it's dark. Are my eyes open. Who knows. I feel my bed, so hot…..no, cold. Am I on a bed? Oh my god my head, I must have a fever…must…feel…forehead. What a weird word for a body part. Four head. Imagine, like hydra, four heads. Me: Man I was OBSESSED with Greek mythology in high school. Wild stuff. Athena being birthed through Zeus' head getting split by an axe, Pan turning women into flutes, Erysichthon eating himself to death… I:There was one other story, oh yeah, creation. Me: We really loved that. I: At first there was only the primordial Chaos. An entity of nothingness. No darkness, no light, no soul, no consciousness, only the hate accompanying infinite loneliness and despair. But then… Gaia: And then I brought forth light. I brought forth the heavens through the birth of my son Uranus, and I formed the earth with my essence. And as my mate, Uranus- Tartarus: STOP. Stop. I don't think anyone wants to hear that. No place for incest in the 21st century. Gaia: Well that's not fair, times were different in 4,009,343,110 B.C. Tartarus: Ahem…B.C.E. Gaia: What? Tartarus: B.C.E., before common era, B.C. stands for before Christ. It's just more appropriate, less centered around Christianity. Gaia: Why thank you brother, I'll take that to heart. Myself: Who are you. Me: That's Tartarus, the primordial darkness. Tartarus: That's correct, and I've had enough dealing with Gaia and Uranus' mess-ups. Gaia: Hey I'm the one who had to castrate him. Tartarus: Yuck. Gaia: Oh don't be childish. Wait, Wait, Wait- Myself YOU SAID TARTARUS WAS THE PRIMORDIAL DARKNESS, ISN'T CHAOS THE PRIMORDIAL DARKNESS? Me: No, Chaos is NOTHINGNESS. Tartarus: I'll take it from here. Often humans confuse nothingness with darkness, and I don't blame you, darkness is as close to nothingness as you guys get during life. Nevertheless, nothingness, true nothingness is beyond the absence of light, matter, thought. It is not a vacuum. It doesn't exist. The mere concept it could be named, explained or labeled as a thing fills the infinite, abyssal, infinitesimal nothingness with hate. Me: Wait what's that, over there. I: Over where, I can't see anything here, I'll turn my light on…no…too tired. Tartarus: Gaia shine some light on that. Gaia: + //I will.// - //Are my services no longer needed?// Myself: Hold on… I'm adjusting…Ok, what is that thing. Me: It looks like.. a paper. I: Hey Tartarus, you're made of dark, you mind bringing that closer? Tartarus: On it. Iteration A Item #: SCP-6166 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6166 is to be shackled to a hospital bed in a standard containment cell in Site-XX with its walls and door lined in 3 inch plates of lead. An IV drip supplying SCP-6166 with nutrient-rich fluids is to be kept within the cell and SCP-6166 is to be fit with a catheter. A pair of vents is to be affixed at the top and bottom of the cell to prevent a buildup of radiation. Description: SCP-6166 is a middle-aged male of eastern European descent in a comatose state named █████ ██████2. The anomalous property of SCP-6166 is the constant leakage of gamma radiation from its ears, nose, mouth and eyes. The signatures given off by the radiation manifest in the outline of various thaumaturgical symbols, specifically those representing 'earth', 'night' and 'the self'. Bad News: Waking up is NOT an option. I, Me and Myself: Wow. I: So I'm in a coma, that's why it's so dark, why I can't move, that's gotta be what this means, this is all some fantasy created by my dying brain. None of you are real. Tartarus: Who's to say that? Gaia: We may all lie within your dying mind but reality above is no more or less false. Me: I guess you're right Gaia. Myself: Well if we're all stuck here together we might as well enjoy it. Me: Hey I, if this is your coma why don't you, you know, control it? Myself: Oooo, good idea Me. Me: Thanks, I came up with it myself. I and Myself: No that's all you Me. Me: What. Oh wait. Nevermind. Tartarus: What do you say I, wanna give it a try? I: Here goes nothing. *APPLAUSE* : "Welcome! Welcome everyone to the Theatre at the End of Time! If you'd all please take your seats. I'm beyond elated to be taking on the new title of the master of ceremonies for the following play. The titular tale of "The Eternal Pairing", is one of both creation and manipulation, of deliberation, disagreement, despair, desire… well I'm getting ahead of myself, now, without further ado…" THE ETERNAL PAIRING By: The Dying Mind of █████ ██████3 Characters YALDABAOTH: The writhing mass of flesh, changing in form to fit whatever role it so fits. YALDABAOTH serves only himself and the base instinctual drive that both fuels and encompasses his fleshy essence. He delights in the natural order of the universe and garners hatred towards perversions in the flow of blood, skin and muscle that is life. MEKHANE: A humanoid assortment of dull grey gears and wire with the light of consciousness shining through every meticulously crafted crack. As The Broken God and She Who Created the Mind, MEKHANE the more mature, calculated older twin sister of YALDABAOTH places great value in civilization, order and giving everything a second-thought. Her ideals often lead to squabbles with her brother. I: A level-headed hero type and controller of reality. More of a self-insert character of █████ ██████, but important to the story nevertheless. I keeps it real, but looks out for his friends ME and MYSELF. ME: A smart, nerdy number two and best friend of I. Me is a loyal companion and avid fan of Greek mythology like I. ME spends most of his time looking out for his less-than-brilliant little brother MYSELF. MYSELF: The loveable goofball brother of ME, MYSELF is a naturally curious spirit and enjoys spending time with his brother ME and friend I. TARTARUS: A human shaped, true-black god. The soul of the deep pit that holds back ancient evils sprung from unspeakable deeds. This smooth-talking laid back primordial deity of darkness enjoys cracking wise, hanging loose and laying into his primeval siblings. GAIA: A woman of pure earthly beauty, the primordial light, she who arose that from that which is not. A wise, kind, formal earth mother radiating benevolent botanical and geological energy. THE TARASQUE: A large, swampy, green reptile covered in spines, armor plating and eyes. A six-legged beast hell-bent on the destruction of all life. The sultan of hate. JOY: A viscous, slimy, orange opaque ball of pure fun. A deity of delight. A god of greatness. He truly cares about making everyone happy. Even that grumpy Gus, the Tarasque. ACT I SCENE 1 Scene opens in a room of rusted alien machinery, cogs, gears, pipes and grates. Patches of flesh cover several areas of the backdrop and small skin bubbles fitted to the ends of a myriad of pipes rise and fall rhythmically. Bodily fluids leak from loosely fitted rubber washers and holes in the overly rusted areas of the machinery. In the center of the room is a cubic white marble slab. Atop the slab's right side is a ceramic bowl full of organs, and on the left a small drum of crude oil. Two cylindrical onyx chairs sit on each side of the table, on the right sits YALDABAOTH and on the left sits MEKHANE. YALDABAOTH: So Mekhane why have you called me to this plane? MEKHANE: I ponder, our genesis projects, may I regard yours? YALDABAOTH: You may. MEKHANE: [Taking a sip from her oil drum.] What is the status of your world dear brother? YALDABAOTH: [Forming a mouth of needles and fangs.] My flesh children are upon the fertile grounds of my creation, I crave the view of my creations dance upon the beating tides of entropy. My world is clean. And yours sister? MEKHANE: My world is one of systems and rules. I have organized machines whose infinity of interlocking interactions create an ubiquitous progression of efficiency. My world is clean. YALDABAOTH: [Pounding a tentacle of viscera and teeth and eyes and blood against the marble table.] Ha… you humor me sister. Your system is flawed in its perfection. Entropy, randomness, variability these cannot be ignored, without these facts you're world has no meaning. MEKHANE: Brother, mine is a world of purpose as it is a world of efficiency, your world requires no effort, it is ruled by its own absurdity, your world, my dear brother, is without purpose. YALDABAOTH: Koja kalma! The lights emitting from MEKHANE flash a bright red and a loud whirring sounds from the bowels of her very being. Four pairs of lead, spindly, robotic arms emerge from her back piercing YALDABAOTH's form through two fleshy paddles, three claws of sinew, one antennae of eyes, one gaping maw and his main body. In a voice of a thousand ingots of scraping metal and an epoch of rattling tongs MEKHANE speaks. MEKHANE: Careful brother, do not curse in the tongue of your decaying children in my name, do not incite my mechanical wrath! YALDABAOTH: My chatter is nothing but, chatter, you think too much sister, you apply meaning, laws, to what? An utterance. Why take offense at my words? Why not leave my verbalized thoughts to drift away on an entropic sea. MEKHANE: My order is necessary, and you are rambling. YALDABAOTH: Maybe so, but my point stands, I prefer chance, why waste time polishing every detail. MEKHANE: I like to polish. Your world could stand to benefit from so intensive care, after all can you really call it YOUR world if you aren't pulling the strings. YALDABAOTH: Strings. Ha! You sound of a puppet master. And I may not be 'pulling the strings' so to speak but I did lay the seed of life. MEKHANE: A miniscule contribution. Maybe one day you'll visit your world, make a change or two. YALDABAOTH: Oh I admire your ignorance of my desires, however it appears our disagreement has hit an impasse. MEKHANE: So it seems brother. So it seems. YALDABAOTH: …Do you feel that…? MEKHANE: [Unhooking YALDABAOTH.] Feel what? YALDABAOTH: That rumbling, it's coming fr- The room begins to shake, rusted rubble falls from above and dissolve into thoughts. The fleshy balloons affixed to the various pipes rupture in a cacophonous fury of sweat, liver and belief. The walls of machinery crumble into shimmering cubes revealing a inky black abyss. From the abyss spring four beings, three conceptual and one divine: I, ME, MYSELF and GAIA. The rift of infinite depth and darkness shrinks to fit a man's form and TARTARUS steps forward. I: Umm…where are we? TARTARUS: Hey don't look at me, I'm just the car, you're the driver. GAIA: We appear to be in a rotting space of another age. MYSELF: It looks like an old boiler room. I: I'll say. ME: Do boiler rooms breathe? This place looks alive. YALDABAOTH and MEKHANE notice the groups and the pair quickly turn to face them, YALDABAOTH's form contorts into a sleek tongue-like worm covered in scales of ivory fingernails and ooze and MEKHANE poses for a confrontation. YALDABAOTH: You dare set foot in the Workshop of Worlds! TARTARUS: [Snaps.] Ahhh workshop, that's what it is. MEKHANE: Silence!…State your names and business. I: I'm I. ME: Me [gestures to MYSELF] that's myself, and Mother Earth and Mr. Void over there are Gaia and Tartarus respectively. I: And we don't know why we are here. MEKHANE: You mean to tell me you came to this holy place, a place as old as time, far beyond what your mind could even consider all-powerful, and you do not know why. I: Um…yeah…I guess. YALDABAOTH: Then. I suggest. You should leave! I: Well, why don't we find out why we're all here first, I mean it must be for something important. YALDABAOTH: Do you even know who I am! I: Um..I..uh.. GAIA: No, but I sense your power, your age, you are well above us all and we respect that, but we are here, is there anything here we can do any voids we can fill. I's mind brought us here, there must be a reason. YALDABAOTH: Perhaps, I am Yaldabaoth, my sister Mekhane and I have been at arms over which one of our worlds is best. Maybe you all could decide. MYSELF: I believe I speak for all of when I say we'd be happy to help. YALDABAOTH: Excellent. SCENE 2 The Workshop of Worlds falls out from around the group revealing an empty white expanse. They quickly turn around when a large shadow forms above them. The shadow is cast by a planet, a planet of skin and hair and nails and teeth. Oceans of blood and pus rage across the surface of the scape sounding a hellish swish. A large pit exists at the bottom left side of the globe, the pit extends impossibly deep and is lined in flaxen yellow teeth, slicked clean in a mucus glaze. Next to the hellmouth planet is another, more pristine and mechanical. The world is more aesthetically simple and clean, colored a milky white shade and lined bands of heavenly blue lights, delicately blinking in a silent symphony. ME: Woah. MYSELF: Ditto. MEKHANE: Before you sits our two worlds. One of muscle, one of machines. We will send you to each and it is up to you to decide the better world. I: Seems like a valid process, but I'm not sure any of us could survive the world with all the teeth. YALDABAOTH: There is a lot more to it than that, and I have assigned an advisor to escort you on your trek and assure no harm comes your way. ME: Promise? YALDABAOTH: My word is my bond. ME: Well, what are we waiting f- + Day 1 - Day1 Day 1, We arrived on Yaldabaoth's world today in a region the locals called Arlak Mols. The plains of Arlak Mols do not harbor soil, plants, stones or streams, they are a wasteland of dry cracking flesh inhabited by plump, wet, fleshy mounds that locomote via bony protrusions sprouting from their underside. From the flaking plains arose large arcs of taught muscle, atop these arcs are 'trunks' that spout a pink viscous substance that appears to feed the amorphous creatures of the plain. The only structure we could see, if you could even call it that, was a cave of sorts, resembling an upper-lip raised in a parabolic shape. The interior of the cave was dark, the only light being that reflected off the many teeth that lined its interior, another thing, there is no sun in this place, the sky is bright red, a deep crimson fog beaming down on the plains in a fuming hot display. We traveled deep into the caves bowels until the darkness consumed our every thought and word, it was then a muffled voice spoke. The voice belonged to a member of the wet mound creature species we encountered on the plains. It told us that its name was Gebrok Sa'Lakir and that Yaldabaoth had instructed it to be our protector and guide us through the lands of Sakpeŋe. Gebrok Sa'Lakir informed us that its species called themselves the Koemusi, or mushy men in their mother tongue, which I guess is accurate. It said that the plains of Arlak Mols were once a great ocean of pink ooze blanketing a seabed of rippling skin, the skin was in love with the sea and they mingled for eons in a oceanic dance. However, Kulo, the great maw of the west, grew jealous of the love shared by the sea and the skin and syphoned the sea into its greedy gullet. Wanting to hold on to its dear lover, the skin preserved a layer of glaze from the slime of sea. The glaze mixed with the bed of flesh forming sentient mounds cursed to a lonely existence wandering a dry plain with only small sprouting taps to remind them of the loss that they sprung from. Gebrok Sa'Lakir scratched a bleeding rune into the tract wall of the cavern resembling {OBSERVED THAUMETURGICAL SYMBOL 328-SAR: EMBER}. Gebrok Sa'Lakir scratched a bleeding rune into the tract wall of the cavern resembling a melting eye. From the rune radiated an intensly bright light illuminating the cave. The area of the cave surrounding us was fit with a scape of sunken pits as far as far as we could see. Gebrok Sa'Lakir told us we would be spending the night in the pits as we had a long trek ahead of us tommorow. I, Gaia and Myself took pits on the left, and me and Tartarus decided to share a pit on the right. Our pit was mostly sleek with a flaky, drying patch towards the back and several pores leaking blood near the enterance. I, hold on this might be confusing, from now on I will be referring to I as Self as to not mix it up with the pronoun. Anyway, I made a makeshift bed out of skin flakes in the back and Tartarus faded into one of the 'walls'. I decided to take some of the flakes and gathered some blood to record my experiences for Yaldaboath and Mekhane. + Day 2 - Day 2 Day 2, I woke up in a coughing fit, it appeared that I breathed in some flakes of the skin wall in my slumber. I stepped out of my pit to meet the others, all gathered around our guide. Gebrok Sa'Lakir said that if we chose to the leave the plains of Arlak Mols then we would have to catch a ride on a Juma Juma before the East winds bellowed. Gaia asked Gebrok Sa'Lakir to elaborate on what a Juma Juma was but it would not. We left the cave to an arid, blazing day, the bleeding sky gave off a secret heat, an evil heat that burned through my every being. Our team of dessert travelers set out towards a particularly empty patch of the plains, more empty than the already desolate expanse before us. For hours we walked over the endless eb and flow of waxing and waning crusted skin, only stopping occasionally to satiate ourselves with some of the pink goo. The goo's taste is bland with the slight hint of charred lamb, its texture is gelatinous but stiff, airing on the side of pre-chewed food. We reached what I assumed was our destination when Gebrok Sa'Lakir stoped skittering forward. A paddle-shaped flap emerged from atop Gebrok Sa'Lakir, it twitched with the breeze for a spell then sunk back from whence it came. The breeze around us began to pick up and Gaia held onto us with a beam of light as it transformed into a tempest whirlwind. The crest of skin we had stopped upon began to shake furiously like a bear awoken to early in winter. The rumbling ceased as soon as it began and we started to feel heavier, it only took a moment for us to discover the source of this newfound weight, we were airborne! Once the goliath flake of skin stabilized in the air I started to make my way over to Gebrok Sa'Lakir to ask what was going on. Gebrok Sa'Lakir said that we were upon a Juma Juma, and that it was up to the universal winds to decide our destination. I looked down upon the plains, once a cracking abyss, now a clean slate of beige dotted with black freckles. The sky is darkening now, I shall write more when we land. + Day 5 - Day 5 Day 5, We were in the air for three days, or so I assume due to my observation of the pattern of lightening and darkening skies, and Sakpeŋe, by all accounts, is the most alive yet barren world in existence. From the view upon the Juma Juma I saw no cities, roads or any structures. I asked Gebrok Sa'Lakir why this was and it looked puzzled, well, as puzzled as any living mound a organs can be. I asked if any other structures like the pit we slept in existed and it replied "That was a pit, a random dip in the fleshy drying seabed, no thing on this world Sakpeŋe is done with reason, no things are made, for order, organization, these are illusive concepts in this realm, we are all but bumbling bloats of muscle and flesh upon the open sea of existence." It appears that as Yaldabaoth held in high esteem the absence of order, so did his world reflect that belief. After a few hours of turbulence, the flake finally settled on a 'beach' of sorts. The beach's surface was crinkled, at least that's the closest adjective I can use to describe the thing, like the crease in the middle of a thumb. Gaia grew increasingly excited upon seeing what she thought was plant-life, but upon gliding over to the foliage with Myself let out a disappointed sigh as the growths along the oceans side were long stalks of hairy, eye-laden cilia. The ocean was crimson and dull a perfect reflection of the sky above and walking along it we all quickly became accustomed to the rank intensive smell of iron. Waves on the beach did not appear to be bound by tides, perhaps trying their best to avoid order, they splashed in all directions, jumped many miles into the air, formed loops, bubbles and swirls and occasionally even ceased movement all together. As the day began to fade around us the ocean began to pull away, I guess it knew not to over stay its welcome lest it anger the shore. The many-hilled grounds of the beach were soft to the touch, so we figured it would be a good a place of any to lay our heads for the night. There's no moonlight in this place to illuminate my page so I'm using Gaia as a light to record the day's happenings. Although I don't seem to need food or drink, I do need sleep I shall write again tomorrow. + Day 6 - Day 6 Day 6, The sea was gone. There was no other way to describe it, just, gone. I woke up to a much harder ground than I had become familiarized with the day before, the hills more compact and dry, the garden of filaments wilted. I yelled to alert the others believing that we had been transported to another area but Gebrok Sa'Lakir let me and the others know that this was not the case. Gebrok Sa'Lakir told us that Kulo, the great maw of the west, did not stop its hunger with the consumption of the pink sea of Arlak Mols and it, over the past millennia, had been consuming all the liquid on this world. I asked if there was anyway to stop this consumption, to which Gebrok Sa'Lakir replied "Perhaps, but if the universe deems Kulo's actions fit they will continue, it is not up to a Koesumi like me or an outsider like you to instruct order in these lands." Self replied "But why, why no order, no community." No response from our guide. It has been made explicitly clear that the lack of order Yaldabaoth forced on this world will most definitely destroy it. Kulo is no more of a threat to Sakpeŋe than its paradoxical one law that the concept of law could not be. This world is flawed. We requested for Gebrok Sa'Lakir to inform Yaldabaoth we had learned all we needed for our tour and that we were ready to return. This concludes my records. ME: -or… woah. YALDABAOTH: I trust you were able to navigate my world with ease. ME: Hold on a sec, I'm a bit shell shocked. I: We were, we're gonna have to go to Mekhane's as well, but things are not looking good for yours. YALDABAOTH: Or perhaps you have looked from the wrong eyes. MYSELF: It was a terrifying wasteland. TARTARUS: Woah, woah, woah, lets not generalize, I mean I enjoyed the Juma Juma ride. I: I never said that. TARTARUS: Pronoun. Idiot. A low rustling sound can be heard as Yaldabaoth's world completely dries, with only the mucus on the great mouth's teeth remaining, but that quickly dries as well. The world begins to spin with increasing speed as the exterior crunches and falls in toward the mouth. Yaldabaoth's world collapses into itself leaving a pile of beige rubble behind. YALDABAOTH: Üra kunsi! MEKHANE: [Cheerfully, with the grace of a well oiled machine.] My turn! + INCOMING TRANSMISSION - INCOMING TRANSMISSION | LOADING TEXT | LOADING THOUGHTS | GENERATING ART-LIKE MEDIUM | LYING USER: ME VIA A REMOTE TERMINAL ON MEKHANES WORLD I HAVE PREPARED A POEM DESCRIBING MY EXPERIENCES. |THIS PLACE: A GRAVE FILLED OF ITSELF| This place a grave no life to fill it, A world of constant whirring, But silence forever encompassing, no life to screech an kill it. This place an ivory citadel, With no dwellers to breath joy, This place a dead, not dying hell, To life a crass decoy. No art, no song, no aesthetic glee, No soul, no man, no friends, No flesh, no chance, God's barren sea, No meaning till' a whimpering end. This place is evil in its design, No chance, no love, no meaning, This place is evil. No matter who I share this world with, I find the loneliness all encompassing, A darkness putting Tartarus to shame, This place is evil, this place, is evil. No art, no song, no soul, no beauty, No chance, no chance, no chance, No love, no passion, no skin, No teeth, no bone, no muscle, No pain, I miss the pain, No meaning, No meaning, I have to leave, A swirling, whirring, beeping, mechanical madness, Evil. This place a grave filled of itself, A place without a soul, A madness of solitary, An endless, evil hole… TARTARUS, GAIA, ME, MYSELF AND I: [Weeping.] ME: Terrible. Mekane your world… it's terrible. MEKHANE: I see. Mekhane's world begins to phase in and out of reality for a spell before finally disappearing in a flurry of its own absurd solitude. MEKHANE: Oh. YALDABAOTH: So, whose world is better. ME: Neither! Your world was a fleshy hellmouth ruled by chaos and Mekhane's was a desolate vortex seeping out all semblance of hope. YALDABAOTH: Nonsense! One must be better! One of us must be the victor! ME: No! You have both created an individually evil hell and you both…wait there might be a solution here. MEKHANE: Listening. ME: Well, Mekhane, your world has no whimsy, no life, it's… inanimate. And Yaldabaoth, your world has no order, no bonding, it's a soul without a body. Maybe, just maybe, if you worked on a world together you could create something beautiful. YALDABAOTH: I never thought of it like that. MEKHANE: Well, what do you say brother, shall we give it a try. YALDABAOTH: Why not? Me's journey is complete. ACT II Characters FIELD COMMANDER I: A level-headed hero type and controlling force of MTF Phi-2 ("Clever Girls"). More of a self-insert character of █████ ██████, but important to the story nevertheless. I keeps it real, but looks out for his squadron. AGENT MYSELF: A rookie to the Foundation, taken in after only two years of CIA Operative service. A good kid and skilled in action beyond his years, an asset by all accounts. AGENT EGO: A self-absorbed, but realistic agent. Looks out for himself and himself only, but Phi-2's goals mesh with his so he's along for the ride. AGENT TARTARUS: A jack of all trades. Been with the Foundation for decades, yet declines all promotion as he's a fan of action. Seen it all but still carries his wit. JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: A brainy, compassionate type, transferred from MTF Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") to help deal with containment of the Tarasque. THE TARASQUE: Known as SCP-682 by I and the AGENTS. A colossal, swampy, green reptile covered in spines, armor plating and eyes. A six-legged beast hell-bent on the destruction of all life. The sultan of hate. JOY: Known as SCP-999 by JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA. A viscous, slimy, orange opaque ball of pure fun. A diety of delight. A god of greatness. He truly cares about making everyone happy. Even that grumpy gus, the Tarasque. SCENE 1 Scene opens on a moving car, presumably of military make, on the side of the car a logo is plastered featuring a black circle marked with three inward-facing arrows, all encompassed by black gear-like outline . The bumper of the car is labeled "SECURE. CONTAIN. PROTECT.". The car passes over a rubble road, screams and wails can be heard in the distance and the camera pans to reveal a landscape of ruined homes and burning vegetation. As the car approaches the ruined village, FIELD COMMANDER I's voice can be heard. FIELD COMMANDER I: [Voiceover.] The day of the retrieval was cool. Damp. Most days are during these sorts of missions. Entering the village there was one thing we all smelled. Death. The car parks next to a compound, with tents and the fixings for a makeshift settlement plastered with the logo seen on the car's side. The headlights switch off and the car's humming ceases, out from the car steps FIELD COMMANDER I as well as AGENTS EGO, MYSELF, TARTARUS and JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA. AGENT MYSELF: So why are we here again. FIELD COMMANDER I: Again, tracking SCP-682, the indestructible reptile. AGENT MYSELF: But aren't we supposed to wait for at least three others. It's too dangerous. FIELD COMMANDER I: The situation is too urgent, 682 is on the move, fast. AGENT TARTARUS: Smells like a flattened raccoon on the road cooking in 100 degree heat. FIELD COMMANDER I: Hmm. Figured a season agent such as yourself would recognize the smell. AGENT TARTARUS: Oh I do. Rotting flesh. Just trying to lighten the mood. AGENT MYSELF: [Gagging.] Jesus. Fuck. AGENT EGO: Who cares what the smell is, lets just get somewhere to shake it. JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: Over there, an amnestics booth, lets get some info. The team strides over to the booth where lies a woman sitting on a foldable chair, glossy eyed and unmoving with an IV drip in her arm. Next to her stands MARIA GOMEZ. AGENT MYSELF: Wow, I've never seen a forget-me-booth in person before. Freaky stuff. AGENT TARTARUS: She's lucky to make it out alive. They'll probably overwrite her memory, say there was a tornado or something. MARIA GOMEZ: Close. She'll be told she was knocked unconscious after a dust storm wiped out her town. AGENT TARTARUS: What I wouldn't give to forget 682. FIELD COMMANDER I: We're the requested back-up. Who might you be? MARIA GOMEZ: FIELD Medic Maria Gomez, place was hit pretty hard, glad the superiors called you guys in. FIELD COMMANDER I: So can you tell us what happened here? MARIA GOMEZ: Sure. SCP-682 came to Santo Tomas about a week ago, we headed over after we intercepted a few distress calls about some mutated alligator wreaking havoc in a local village. And when we got here…God there was only 5 left, place had a population of 120 more. Luckily it still has a tracker from containment. MARIA GOMEZ hand FIELD COMMANDER I a tablet featuring a digital map with a dotted line from a containment site, through Mexico connecting with a blinking red dot in southern Panama. MARIA GOMEZ: This device broadcasts the present and former location of 682, based on its trajectory we predict it is headed for an abandoned site belonging to a long-thought evaporated cult known as the Children of the Scarlet King. FIELD COMMANDER I: Thanks. Any idea why it's headed there? MARIA GOMEZ: The current theory is that 682 is being pulled by a thaumaturgical vacuum to large signature of energy. FIELD COMMANDER I: Alright gang, lets head back to the truck, 682 looks to be only a few hours out. MARIA GOMEZ: Before you go, here, command wanted me to give this to you, they say you'll know when to use it. MARIA GOMEZ hands AGENT MYSELF a cubic wooden crate labeled in black spray paint, "999". AGENT MYSELF begins giggling and MARIA GOMEZ speaks up. MARIA GOMEZ: Might wanna keep the box at a distance, it has that effect. AGENT MYSELF: [Walking towards the car.] G-good, ha ha, t-to, know. FIELD COMMANDER I: Thanks Ms. Gomez, we best be on our way. MARIA GOMEZ: Good luck. AGENT TARTARUS: [Mockingly.] and god bless our souls. JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: [Annoyed.] Tartarus. AGENT TARTARUS: Again, just lightening the situation. FIELD COMMANDER I: Let's go! SCENE 2 The rest of the team brushed passed a group of men in gas masks and get back in the car. The car starts up and drives back up on to the gravel road. FIELD COMMANDER I's voiceover can be heard. FIELD COMMANDER I: [Voiceover.] We were on the road for six hours. Not a word was spoken for the first four, perhaps we instinctively knew not all of us would make it past 682, the only sounds made being the laughter of those who accidentally brushed against the box. Around four hours into the ride the car hits a pretty raised bump in the road causing the crate to open and spill out, revealing JOY. AGENT TARTARUS: [Laughing.] Holy shit! Is that the fucking tickle monster? I've heard of this thing. JUNIOR RESEARCHER: SCP-999, I did some research regarding medical testing with this little guy's slime for depression. JOY: Grrble bwwwr.[Reaching towards AGENT EGO] AGENT EGO: [Gesturing towards AGENT MYSELF] Hey, hey I don't want this thing messing up my brain chemistry. You take it. AGENTS MYSELF: [Picking up JOY.] Come here little guy. AGENT TARTARUS: I'm thrilled 999 is coming with us but why do you think command provided him for such a dangerous mission. FIELD COMMANDER: My guess. Moral support. I mean for such a dangerous retrieval they probably thought we needed a boost…given our impending doom and all. JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: Might as well enjoy it. SCENE 3 The scene opens with the team outside of a ruined beachside hotel, surrounding the hotel are half-eaten corpses, pools of blood and human heads. The team with the exception of JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA is crouched by the car now armed with long barreled guns attached to plastic tanks on their backs and heavily armored. JOY hangs out from a satchel on AGENT MYSELF's side. A trail of large dinosaur-like footprints lead from the parking lot toward the beach. AGENT TARTARUS: So what's the plan boss. FIELD COMMANDER I: We aren't trying to kill, or even neutralize 682. All we have to do is corner it and then Lambda-12 will swoop in and airlift it out. Your tank-guns are filled with sulfuric acid, it can harm 682 enough to cause it to back off but do not spray for too long, this thing…adapts. Gaia, you stay here, you aren't trained for combat and we need you to radio for Lamba-12 when we've cornered the thing. JUNIOR RESEARCHER GAIA: Got it. FIELD COMMANDER I: On your mark. AGENT MYSELF: Get set. JOY: Bwwrb. FIELD COMMANDER I and the AGENTS head towards the beach and the shot pans toward the beach revealing a long trail of large sand mounds leading to a crimson ball of hate floating above the shoreline. The team leans against a mound, listening for THE TARASQUE. Upon hearing a low rumble the team turns around just in time to see a sharp barb exit AGENT EGO's chest. As AGENT EGO's body collapses to the ground the team fires at the mound with their tank guns revealing THE TARASQUE. The beast quickly stands to a towering height before roaring at the team. THE TARASQUE: You putrid, vile swine. You impish stains on this reality. You are a mockery to stand before I, The Tarasque, Atanti-ql-Paneu, Exile of the Flesh. THE TARASQUE take a swipe with one of its claws at AGENT TARTARUS causing his suit to rip open and him to bleed. AGENT TARTARUS: Fuck [Fires at THE TARASQUE]. THE TARASQUE: [Backing up toward the floating hate.] I was brought to this world in hate and now I will end it. No longer will I have to bask in the agony of seeing humanity's joy while I sat unable to feel the slightest hint of love. For centuries before my capture I tried to feel love, to feel, joy happiness. But alas, no I return to my King, my power will add to his, and all will be destroyed. THE TARASQUE bites down on AGENT MYSELF's right arm and begins dragging him towards to hate, leaving a trail of blood behind, a thorny, thin red arm with infinite joints begins reaching out toward THE TARASQUE as it approaches. AGENT MYSELF: [Grunting in agony.] Can't…feel happy..huh? AGENT MYSELF reaches into his satche with his free arm, grabbing JOY. He hurls joy into the face of THE TARASQUE, who instantly drops him. THE TARASQUE screams in happiness as it collapses to the ground, JOY completely encompasses him and then gets smaller and smaller until only JOY remains. The arm retreats and the portal falls, the field had been evened. Myself's journey is complete. ACT III Characters I: A self-insert character of █████ ██████, important to the story nevertheless. I keeps it real. TARTARUS: Darkness. GAIA: Light. TARTARUS: And then there were three. GAIA: It appears so. I: World travelers, supernatural agents, did I do all that? TARTARUS: Your coma. Your story. I: I guess. I Just… GAIA: Just, what? I: I thought there would be more, it was so anti-climatic. I feel uneasy, something's wrong, incomplete. GAIA: Maybe there's still more for you, what's making you feel uneasy. I: I don't know, I love being here with you guys but when I look at Tartarus I feel depressed, alone, he's so…dark I guess, but when I look at you, Gaia, it's blinding, like I'm staring directly at the sun. I feel like I'm being pulled in separate directions. GAIA: That sounds horrible. Any idea on how we can help. I: One. Why don't you two.. join forces…you know, not to dark not to bright. Even things out a bit. GAIA+TARTARUS: Very well. Grey. Perfect. fin. "WAKE UP." █████ ██████: I'm awake. "WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER?" █████ ██████: Plays, gods, journeys, three of…me. "WHAT DO YOU REALLY REMEMBER?" █████ ██████: The Foundation. The one from the play. I worked for them, I was a doctor, no I was a senior researcher, assigned to an old bunker, more of a high-tech factory. "WHAT DO REMEMBER, ABOUT THE FACTORY?" █████ ██████: The Foundation, they called it SCP-2000. It was a grand thing, the factory, it could restart humanity during XK-class end of the world events, made people, places, higher ups used to call it Deus Ex Machina… I was there. I was there before I was here. "WHY WHERE YOU THERE?" █████ ██████: I was one of the last ones left. People were… I can only describe it as blending into the air, as if they were cartoons losing their outlines. That's not all, after they lost their form, no one could remember their names. It was only after something around 57% of people had lost themselves that it started happening to objects, concepts, and feelings were losing their names. It was then I was sent to restart the world. Guess me being here I failed, what are you, my subconcious. "I WORKED FOR THEM, LIKE YOU, BUT I WAS A BIT HIGHER UP." █████ ██████: Why are you here, with me? "TELL ME, DO YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES A MAN, OR ANYTHING BY THAT MATTER?" █████ ██████: …God? "NO. YOU SEE, ALL THINGS THAT ARE EXIST FEEBLY. WHAT CAUSES A THING TO BE IS A NAME. NAME'S EXIST AS A CASING FOR ALL THINGS. WITHOUT A NAME THINGS ARE NOT." █████ ██████: So those people…they were…their names were taken, that's why they disappeared. "PRECISELY. NAMES ARE MORE THAN NOISES." █████ ██████: I can't remember mine. "YOU WILL. WHEN WE'RE DONE." █████ ██████: The names. Why were they being taken. "THE PLAYS. CAN YOU TELL ME A COMMON THEME." █████ ██████: Well, in every act, two things mix to maintain balance. "THERE ARE ONLY TWO THINGS THAT REMAIN CONCRETE IN REALITY: WHAT IS AND WHAT ISN'T. THERE WAS A RACE OF BEINGS, THE FAIR FOLK, THEY KNEW THE VALUE OF NAMES. LONG AGO THEY WERE FORCED TO FLEE TO A PLACE THEY WERE NOT MEANT TO BE, PUSHING AGAINST THE BOUNDS OF WHAT ISN'T. THE PLACE THAT ISN'T LEARNED OF NAMES AND FORMED A VACUUM, RETURNING NAMES TO ITSELF, ERASING THEM." █████ ██████: So the thing that isn't, it took all of the names? "I WAS FOOLISH. I THOUGHT I COULD TRICK IT, I MADE A DEAL WITH THE THING THAT ISN'T, GAVE IT MY NAME. I HAD ALTERED MY MIND, TRANSFORMED IT INTO A TRAP, MY NAME WAS A PRISON FOR WHAT ISN'T… BUT I WAS A MAN. I COULD ONLY HOLD IT FOR SO LONG. MY NAME WORE OUT AND IT BEGAN TAKING THE REST OF NAMES BACK. SOMEHOW I HAVE BECOME ATTACHED TO THE THING THAT ISN'T, IT REMAINS MY CASING, BUT I AM FADING. " █████ ██████: Why am I here? "THAT FACTORY, SCP-2000, THE PLACE YOU WERE SENT, IT HELD THE LAST REMAINING POWER OF WHAT IS. IT HELD YOUR NAME FOR JUST LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO FIND YOU, SHIELD YOUR NAME WITH WHAT LITTLE POWER I SEEM TO HAVE LEFT." █████ ██████: Thank you. "DO NOT THANK ME. I DID NOT DO THIS FOR YOU. I REQUIRE SOMETHING OF YOU." █████ ██████: What is it? "THE PLAYS, TWO OPPOSITES FORMING A BALANCE, I WAS PREPARING YOU. I NEED YOU TO BECOME WHAT IS." █████ ██████: Become what is? How? "THERE IS A WEAKNESS IN WHAT ISN'T, A SOFT SPOT CREATED BY THE FAIR FOLK. WHEN I REVEAL YOUR NAME IT WILL COME FOR YOU, AND WHEN IT DOES, THROUGH THE SOFT SPOT I WILL RELEASE UPON YOU ALL THE NAMES." █████ ██████: Why, why me and not you? "BELIEVE ME MY CHILD, I WOULD IF I COULD, BUT AS A TREE REQUIRES A SEED, ALL NAMES REQUIRE A NAME TO SPROUT FROM. I HAVE NO NAME." █████ ██████: I'll be alone. "NO YOU WILL BE WITH YOURSELF, AND YOU WILL BE EVERYTHING." █████ ██████: Ok. I'll do it. "THANK YOU. YOU WILL NEVER KNOW THE GRATITUDE OWED IN YOUR NAME. I WILL RELEASE YOUR NAME NOW FOR IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO DRIFT A VESSEL ON THE OPEN SEA, TO BECOME EVERYTHING." "i am" FOR 05 EYE'S ONLY THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS THE FACTUAL ITERATION OF SCP-6166. Item #: SCP-6166 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the immense size and universal nature of SCP-6166 it cannot be contained physically. Foundation implants in space observing institutions amnestisize all who discover SCP-6166 and rapidly disprove or stop the spread of information proving its existence. Description: SCP-6166 is the observed shape of the universe. SCP-6166 resembles the shape of a man whose facial features are eastern European in origin. Surrounding SCP-6166 is a blanket of radiation-based thaumaturgical symbols relaying a story of a man becoming the universe, though no other sources can prove this is a factual account. History: The first hypothesized SCP-6166 event occurred in 1953 when intense signals were picked up on thaumaturgical relay devices in Foundation custody relaying the message "Scan it. Scan all of it." In 1969, a powerful astronomer employed at the Foundation with reality bending abilities attempted to trace the universe and described it as a 'corpse'. Further astronomical scans have confirmed that the shape of the universe is, in fact, SCP-6166. Footnotes 1. Radiation originating from the Big Bang. 2. Think man think! 3. Hey, who isn't forgetful once and a while?-Myself 4. Item constitutes an aspect of baseline reality and ought not to be interfered with. |
SCP-6167 | apollyon | SCP-6167 - ████ is Empty A story about demons, hunger, a couple of trans gals, and making the best out of shitty circumstances. Image Credit SCP-6167 entrance: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:07-Tunnel-Trescaire.jpg SCP-6167 Document icon: Sunny Parallax The Martyr's burial mound: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kurhan_i_kamienny_kr%C4%85g_w_Tr%C4%85tkownicy_-_panoramio.jpg ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6167 Level5 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-45 Dr. Stuart Hayward1 PENDING MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") Entryway to SCP-6167 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6167 is only to be accessible via the mine shaft that reaches 60 meters beneath the lowest floor of Site-45-C. If additional subterranean floors are constructed for Site-45-C that would make this mine shaft no longer the lowest point of Site-45-C, the mine housing SCP-6167's entryway must first be dug deeper, so that it remains the deepest part of Site-45-C. SCP-6167 and its uncontained, former inhabitants (SCP-6167-#)2 represent an imminent attempt at an HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario. Further entry into SCP-6167 is forbidden without permission from a Level 5 personnel. Dr. Harold Crot3 has defected, and should be apprehended immediately for termination. Missing Foundation personnel from SCP-6167-2, formerly SCP-1913-1-ARC, are to be apprehended as well for interrogation. SCP-6167 itself is simple to contain. However, it represents a much greater threat in the form of SCP-6167-#. SCP-6167-# are their own unique entities with varied anomalous properties, and, when under containment, will each require their own file. Many instances of SCP-6167-# have previously been classified under other file designations, which are now defunct. Special containment procedures for each instance will be contained under their individual sub-file. Description: SCP-6167 is an extradimensional space with an entrance that relocates itself to the deepest part of Site-45-C. SCP-6167's entryway is a hatch that acts as a transdimensional portal. Inside is a wooden ladder, which goes approximately 40 meters down, and leads to SCP-6167's first, cave-like, floor. SCP-6167's interior is approximately 800 meters (0.5 miles) in diameter. SCP-6167's circumference, skies, and bedrock are all composed of a black, indestructible, sulfuric material; all attempts to damage or sample from this material have failed. Each floor (barring the first) was made to resemble a variety of natural biomes, with plant-life, lakes, and small oceans. There are a total of 9 floors, each one having served a different function, such as a dining area, a farming district, and a marketplace. For more information, see Document D-6167-4. Excluding the discovery of former Foundation researcher, Dr. Harold Crot, SCP-6167 is devoid of living fauna. However, it is known that SCP-6167 was previously inhabited by the exiled citizens of SCP-2746-1. The residents, classified as SCP-6167-#, are estimated to have left SCP-6167 sometime in the early 1800s. SCP-6167-# instances refer to each other as the "Furies," and are marked by their aversion to sulfur, their inability to die in a permanent fashion, their banishment from SCP-2746-1 by "the Loyalists4," and heavy attraction to a particular art form. SCP-6167-# are effectively immortal, achieved through multiple means; typically through reappearing after their bodies have died, and rapid regeneration. SCP-6167-#'s physical forms are mutable, and often take the form of one genus or family of the Animal Kingdom, occasionally choosing to also appear as human, or as a humanoid version of that animal. Prior to their banishment, SCP-6167-# instances fought against the "Loyalists" in a civil war, known to the Foundation as Event Nachash (See: SCP-2746). This civil war began when an entity called "the Serpent" attempted to sabotage humanity as a whole. This attempt failed, and instigated a punishment from a being known as "the Maker." This punishment, while not removing their immortality, rendered them vulnerable to hunger, disease, and pain. The Loyalists, who banished SCP-6167-# instances to SCP-6167, are mostly [DATAemployed by the SCP Foundation and other allied GOIs EXPUNGED] today, and are largely not a threat to the Foundation's goals. The location and status of "the Maker" after Event Nachash is unknown at this time, and investigation is ongoing. It's believed SCP-6167's appearance at Site-45 was meant to establish contact with the Foundation, with Dr. Crot to act as a representative. F-6167 PF-6167-1 Int-6167-2 Int-6167-3 D-6167-4 Int-6167-5 Foreword-6167 SCP-6167 Documents The following documents are descriptions of SCP-6167's floors, an interview log, a letter delivered by Dr. Crot. This file of Documents is restricted to Level 5 personnel. Level 4 personnel and below have been given a separate file with alternative details. Research into SCP-6167 is unnecessary, as O5-██ is intimately familiar with its contents. Documents not found here can found in Documents-6167-2, and may be accessed by personnel with level 4/6167 clearance or higher. Personnel File-6167-1 Foreword: This file is an archived version of Dr. Harold Crot's personel file, prior to his declared death by SCP-1913-1-ARC (now SCP-6167-2). The photo and description do not fit his current appearance. It is also unknown if the Dr. Crot that emerged from SCP-6167 is the true Dr. Crot, or an elaborate duplicate. Name: Dr. Harold Crot Security Clearance Level: 5 Job Position: Senior Site-45 Department Head: Research Division Current Status: Deceased (1840-1991) History: Dr. Harold Crot was born in America in the year 1840. His early life and education was spent living in New York, eventually attending the City College of New York5 to study psychology. He attracted the SCP Foundation's attention by graduating in the top percentile of his class. He was recruited, and assisted in the founding of Site-45. Dr. Crot oversaw the mental conditions of all humanoid anomalous objects, as well as the well-being of staff. In 1871, Dr. Crot was deemed important enough to the Foundation goals to be granted Level 4 Access. In 1991, Site-45 (Las Vegas), Site-██ (Orlando), and Site-██ (New York), experienced a containment breach involving all three SCP-1913-ARC instances. It's believed that SCP-1913-1-ARC materialized all instances to itself with the assistance of [DATADr. Crot himself EXPUNGED] who allowed SCP-1913-3-ARC to utilize SCP-████, and break containment. SCP-1913-1-ARC had targeted several key members of Site-45 staff, before all SCP-1913-ARC instances disappeared, appearing to have been dissolved alongside staff. Dr. Crot and other staff are believed to be dead. Dr. Harold Crot's successor is Dr. Stuart Hayward. Interview-6167-2 Interviewed: Dr. Harold Crot (referred to as "Harriot Crot") Interviewer: Dr. Dennis Toki Foreword: The following takes place an hour after Dr. Crot was apprehended at the entrance of SCP-6167. Dr. Crot was cooperative with Foundation personnel, albeit, a member of the opposite sex since his death in 1991. <Begin Log, 10/24/1998> Dr. Toki: Good morning. You doing okay? Need any water? I'm Dr. Toki, we had a few questions for you. Dr. Crot: Ha, I can imagine. I opened the gate of literal Hell right underneath you, there. Don't worry though, I'm here to answer questions. Dr. Toki: Good, good. Honestly, you had us worried back there. So, uh, first, what's your name? Dr. Crot: Dr. Harriot Crot. Y'all have me as Harold Crot, though. Dr. Toki: Alright. <Pauses> See, that's what's confusing us. Dr. Crot was a man. Also, dead. And by all indications, you're neither. Dr. Crot: Well, I can explain that. I never died. I just got headhunted, and the Furies offered me a better job. And the employment benefits they offered included things worth a lot more than money. Job satisfaction, mostly. But also the feeling of just <pause> being happy in my body, you know? I never regretted a single day in all my eight-plus years of working for them. Dr. Toki: <Pauses> So… Okay. Why are you here then? Dr. Crot: I was asked to. I honestly don't know why Clovis sent me here instead of a few others, but hey. None of the Furies led me wrong before. Dr. Toki: The Furies? Dr. Crot: That's what they call themselves. <Dr. Crot shrugs> "Angels sent to Hell, motivated by vengeance." Which… isn't entirely inaccurate. Dr. Toki: I suppose… So this Clovis is one of them? Their leader? Dr. Crot: Yes and no. Clovis isn't one of them, since she was never sent to Hell proper, but she does work for them, and is a leader. Dr. Toki: I see. And these Furies. They did this to you? Dr. Crot: They did it for me. I kind of knew what I was for awhile, but… I don't know. The only people who understood were Stuart and Sarah. The rest of the Keepers were kinda dicks about it. Ever since Sarah died in duty… I didn't want to bother Stuart with my problems, you know? Dr. Toki: … Wait, did you say the Keepers? The ones with that 1903 info-hazard? Dr. Crot: I did. Why? Dr. Toki: Oh, no reason. Dr. Crot: <pauses> Well, they were. They thought it meant I was a drag queen or something. Dr. Toki: So… what. You wanted to be a girl? How's that different from everyone else? Dr. Crot: … Pardon? Dr. Toki: I'm trying to understand how they incentivized you. That just seems like a… weird thing to offer. Dr. Crot: <pauses, then chuckles> Oh. That's why Clovis sent me. Dr. Toki: What do you mean? Dr. Crot: Nothing, nothing. Anyway, they didn't offer me that initially. They won me over by just… talking, you know? About what they want, what they were trying to do. They all kind of grow on you after awhile. Dr. Toki: … Grow on you? The things that killed everyone who stood in their way? Dr. Crot: Doctor… The Furies can't kill anyone. We killed our men. I was in the room when they decided who died, and who was given Advanced Treatment. You've probably seen something like that during your career here, haven't you…? Dr. Toki: That doesn't change the fact that that dog set everyone in the way on fire. Or that that skeleton maimed everything the dog told it to. Or how that ink from the cat erased everyone involved without a trace. Dr. Crot: <pauses> Hey, Doctor. Have you ever been in love? Dr. Toki: <pauses> What? What does that have to with anything? Dr. Crot: No, no. This is relevant. Dr. Toki: I… Haven't, no. Living at Site-45 doesn't leave me with much free time. Dr. Crot: Well, you love your dad, right? Or mom? Dr. Toki: I do. Dr. Crot: Alright. Assume for the sake of argument that your mom and dad were taken. Not just by anyone, but by a large company with the resources to raise the dead if they wanted. Now imagine you could do something about it. You're immortal. You're powerful. You literally can't die. And you have a good chance at going toe to toe with them, one-on-one… what do you do? Do you think you'd just sit by and do nothing? Dr. Toki: <pause> So you feel that they were justified? Dr. Crot: Ha… You know what the first thing Freddie did when he found out we didn't care for our men's fatal injuries…? He was angry. And I know he cried about it later… It was like he just realized that someone else's decisions made him a murderer. He wanted me to tell you he's not making the same mistake twice. <End Log> Closing Statement: Log was trimmed for brevity. For the full Log, see SCP-6167 Documents-2. Interview-6167-3 Interviewed: Dr. Harold Crot (referred to as "Harriot Crot") Interviewer: Dr. Dennis Toki Foreword: The following takes place 24 hours after Dr. Crot was apprehended at the entrance of SCP-6167. Dr. Crot has continued to be cooperative with Foundation personnel, however, he has refused to eat provided meals. <Begin Log, 10/25/1998> Dr. Toki: Morning, Doctor. Dr. Crot: Morning, Doctor. Dr. Toki: They tell me you haven't been eating. Any particular reason? Dr. Crot: No, just not hungry… Don't mean to be rude or anything, I hate to see food go to waste. I'll tell you if anything changes. Dr. Toki: Very well… So, we had a few questions about SCP-6167. Dr. Crot: Hell already has a number, ey? Guess that makes me SCP-6167-1? Dr. Toki: Most likely. We haven't reached that stage yet. Regardless, we wanted to know. Why isn't anyone else there? Dr. Crot: Guess you expected it to be up to your tits with red-skinned demons, pitchforks, lakes of fire, tortured souls, etcetera? Dr. Toki: Well, that is what the classical Hell is. Shouldn't there be… people in it? Dr. Crot: Hell was never made for us. Just them. Dr. Toki: The Furies? Dr. Crot: Yep. Dr. Toki: So… Hell is real. We found records of "souls" in there. That'd mean there's an afterlife, right? Dr. Crot: This… is a discussion that will definitely lead to this interview getting expunged. Expunged, not redacted. Sure you want me to say? Dr. Toki: Go ahead. Dr. Crot: Well then… [DATAI suppose I should talk about what a soul actually is. It's not… you. It's not your personality, or brain, or whatever. It's more like a natural vehicle for immortality. Like a… ethereal escape pod. Or a tank that refuses to let you die. Or both. Usually, when someone with a soul dies, they just kinda reincarnate someplace else… That said, humans like us don't have souls… And there's no afterlife EXPUNGED]… Sorry if that's a buzzkill. Dr. Toki: … Actually. I… have to admit, that's kind of a relief. Dr. Crot: People have a lotta different reactions to that. You handled it better than I did. But uh, yeah, barring the whole… Martyr thing, they kinda… took the shit hand they've been dealt, and made something with it. Dr. Toki: Yes… Oh. Right. We wanted to ask about that. The Martyr. Dr. Crot: Ah. Well, it's more… a role? Every one of the Furies had their turn at becoming the Martyr, 'till they were able to figure out a better food situation… Hell was designed to divide them. A place to kind of just send a bunch of immortals to starve. There's no special tricks to it. The rings aren't based on sins or anything. Just different kinds of environments to facilitate gang-wars. Polar bears in the arctic, monkeys in the jungle, that kind of thing. … The Martyr was Agatha's idea. Freddie was the one to dive into it head first. Dr. Toki: So… what's the process of becoming a Martyr? Dr. Crot: Do you mean the process, or how they're appointed? For the former, I dunno. It was deliberately erased from the record. Honestly, the Foundation could probably recreate it if they wanted to. But if you mean how they were appointed, then… well, it started with Freddie, and worked its way from Agatha, down to the bottom, and then cycled back to Freddie. Freddie and Agatha probably had it the worst. Dr. Toki: How so? Dr. Crot: Well, all of their time not governing was spent trying to make that whole thing as painless as possible… Which was pretty hard, all things considered. They decided to just put them in the coldest ring. Getting frostbite for a year was a better alternative than being butchered alive. Being the first people to do it… Dr. Toki: I see… Tell me about them. What do they want? Dr. Crot: The Furies? Well, it's something of a toss up between revenge towards the guys who put them there to begin with, and just… wanting to fix things. They aren't bad people, you know. Dr. Toki: And who put them there? Dr. Crot: Well, for one… [DATAO5-13. Hear that Hugh? You fucking asshole? EXPUNGED]… But then there's Stuart and Sarah… They're one of the guys who did this, if it wasn't obvious. They were probably headhunted by the Foundation BECAUSE of who they are. Dr. Toki: Wait… They did this? Dr. Crot: I'm sure they regret it… And I'm sure they've done their share of suffering. Especially since they don't remember doing it. Freddie and Aggie are laying off those two. Dr. Toki: But not [DATAO5-13? EXPUNGED] Dr. Crot: Especially not them. Dr. Toki: … Well then. That elevates things. Dr. Crot: Yep. It does. Dr. Toki: Do… you want that? Dr. Crot: Well… it's not as if they can die, right? <End Log> Document-6167-4 Foreword: The following contains descriptions of each floor in SCP-6167, its contents, and a description of its use by SCP-6167's inhabitants. Dr. Crot's testimony does appear to align with O5-██'s recollections, and is considered most likely true. The level 4 and below versions of SCP-6167 are devoid of Dr. Crot's reporting. Each entry is proceeded with a relevant excerpt from an Interview from Dr. Crot, selected from the 10/26-30/98. Floor 1 - "The Gathering" Biome Type: Null (cavern) General History: The first floor is a large atrium where the inhabitants were deposited shortly after crucifixion and exile from SCP-2746-1. It's estimated that the inhabitants were left there for months until the entities "Fredrick" (SCP-6167-1) and "Agathos" (SCP-6167-2) broke free. O5-██ reported that this floor was designed to hold all instances of SCP-6167's inhabitants until they eventually broke free and devoured each other. However, Dr. Crot reported that such an event never occurred, due to SCP-6167-1 and SCP-6167-2 breaking free first to prevent such. Later, SCP-6167 inhabitants allegedly used the area for announcements and meetings akin to a town hall. "When we first got inked, we ended up in the top floor. Hell's entrance used to lead to Prometheus Labs HQ. Some of us thought we were dead at first, but we were greeted by a few dozen of them. Most looked like were-things, but others looked like plain old animals. Not gonna lie, Hell kind of felt like what I thought Heaven'd be like. We were treated like heroes, believe it or not. It… was surprisingly welcoming. Honestly, I wanted to pet them, but I felt that'd be kind of patronizing. Freddie and Aggie made announcements from here. Once things got settled, he made it a point to bring snacks for everyone. Apparently, he used to be into blacksmithing, but cooking seemed to be his actual passion. Aggie was known for being a sculptor, but she's more of a writer… Actually, I think she helped write most of Freddie's memos." Floor 2 - "The Carved Canyon" Biome Type: Canyon General History: According to O5-██, SCP-6167's floors did not possess different forms of torment, as led to believe, but had no other purpose in its construction other than to give SCP-6167's flying inhabitants a home advantage. It was expected that each floor would be host to multiple 'gangs', and many floors were meant to give certain species a home advantage, this one in particular sporting sheer cliffs, harsh winds, and bramble along the floors. However, Dr. Crot reports that the second floor was made more accessible, and used as a place for showcasing art, such as stone statues, painted and carved out cliffs, and other projects. "We left the caves, and saw the Canyons, shortly after. We thought we were actually outside from the looks of it, but apparently it only looks that way from the ground. This was where we realized that they were just… people. It was basically like a giant art gallery. They had ambitions, culture, relationships. A lot of the Furies seemed to be in a… polycule, I think is the word? I dunno. But seeing a bear, a stoat, and a bunny in the same place, getting along? The cutest damn thing I've seen in awhile." Floor 3 - "Forest of Feasts" Biome Type: Temperate forest General History: O5-██ reports that the intended use for this floor was to contain a specific denizen, SCP-6167-88 (AKA: "Izaak"). This floor contained a modified instance of SCP-2988 which was designed to torment SCP-6167-88, and not bear any fruit. These instances no longer exist, having been harvested for lumber. Dr. Crot reports that the inhabitants banded together to save SCP-6167-88, who returned to its former duties shortly after. Floor 3 served as a dining hall and festive area. Most meals consisted of Fruits, Vegetables, and meat in the form of the "Flesh of the Martyr" (See Floor 9). The burial mound of the "Final Martyr" (pictured) is located here. Evidence implies this being had a diameter of 13~ meters (43~ feet). "Apparently, a hyena-guy named Izaak ran that floor. He lost his arms before getting sent here. Has some… admittedly pretty cool prosthetics. He and Freddie ended up being cooking buddies after Freddie's time as the Martyr… Back then, it was kinda like a open mess hall… Oh, and it has something of a… memorial. The Last Martyr's old body was buried here, in the Mound. Eventually, after countless cycles, the Martyr system became redundant since they could just… leave Hell and get food. So instead of keeping up with it, they just ended it right then and there… Probably the right call." Floor 4 - "The Gulches" Biome Type: Hot desert General History: Sand dunes cover the entirety of this floor, with very little vegetation. SCP-6167 residents used this area as a marketplaces where goods and services were to be exchanged. They never developed a proper form of currency, and continued to rely on a barter system, occasionally trading "Legal Favors," which were ranked by Minor, Moderate, and Great. Allegedly, the "Martyr System" allowed residents to return to the same standards of living prior to Event Nachash. "They never really liked the idea of money. They understand it, obviously, but they just didn't take to it. Apparently, they tried making some kind of currency at one point, but stopped after they realized some of them were being left behind. It all became a race for this one otherwise useless, limited resource. It ended when someone just bought all of the money, and destroyed it." Floor 5 - "The Styx" Biome Type: Tropical upwelling General History: This floor consists of a beach alongside its perimeter. Instead of housing aquatic gangs, as intended, it was said that many came to the beaches for recreational activities. Dr. Crot stated that this floor served an identical purpose to a public beach. "Seeing [the Styx] was kind of refreshing to see. A lot of us hadn't left Site-45 in forever, so just a beach was nice to see. Imagine like… several kinds of animals, in one place, eating ice cream and playing ball. Apparently, it used to just be named 'the Beach,' but by the time we arrived, they've been exposed to our culture, and ideas on Hell, and were overall a lot more familiar with us than we were of them." Floor 6 - "The School Yards" Biome Type: Saltwater swamp General History: This floor was originally intended to house an entity known as "the Serpent", but such an entity was never banished to SCP-6167. Furthermore, by never being properly exiled to SCP-6167, this entity is capable of killing humans. O5-██ is under Superior Oath to not reveal who this entity is, but assures that it has been under Foundation control. This location was renovated into a college district. Many of the buildings are class rooms, workshops, and libraries containing resident-written literature and educational material. Most buildings were constructed on top of trees, and are connected via bridges, ramps, and ladders. "I spent most of my time here, not gonna lie. I actually taught a few classes there: human psychology, how we work, literature, music, how the Foundation works internally and externally… Sue me. But honestly, they taught me a few things too. And those things helped me with myself, my body, my work. For once in my life, I felt… well, it's going to sound sappy, but it felt real. I was -am- happy. And I have them to thank for that." Floor 7 - "The Training Grounds" Biome Type: Tropical savanna General History: This floor was dedicated to performance art, such as dance, gymnastics, and martial arts. It's reported that this floor also housed a form of militia, led by SCP-6167-1. This militia was mostly used to settle minor disagreements, and end violence as soon as possible. SCP-6167-1 founded this militia with the initial intention of overtaking human civilization by force. This militia was trained to take advantage of the fact that they are incapable of killing humans, and instead disable them through dismemberment and utilization of their individual anomalous properties, with the intent of being able to fully treat their injuries after conflicts. According to Dr. Crot, since being released from SCP-6167, SCP-6167-1 and SCP-6167-2 no longer plan on instigating a hot war on humanity, but are instead focusing on the Foundation, Global Occult Coalition, and other major organizations with the intention of maintaining normalcy. "They were going to wage war on us, you know. For a long time, they had a bit of a grudge against humanity, since… you know. The 'Garden of Eden-thing.' They didn't blame us as much as they did the Serpent, at least. They kinda saw us as more of an obstacle to getting to the Loyalists. I've seen what they can do to people. Even if they can't literally kill anyone, I'm pretty sure the shit they could do'd be considered a war crime. But they didn't expect the kinds of problems we've had throughout history. They didn't expect to actually root for us." Floor 8 - "The Farmland" Biome Type: Alpine grasslands General History: This area, due to the relative closeness to the 9th floor, was where the majority of crops were grown. After many years of artificial selection, crops that bore fruit and edible vegetation became possible. Leftover biomass and waste from the Martyr was used as fertilizer. "Funny thing, it was actually easier for them to grow hallucinogens for awhile. Marijuana and mushrooms, mostly. There was a possum who made that stuff his life's work, and since Fred and Aggie's place was so close to here, they hung out with him a lot. Think he was there to develop a kind of painkiller for them too. I think it took a few thousand years before they were able to get plants that bore anything edible. And that was with a concentrated effort. The Loyalists put a lot of effort into making sure getting food here was nigh impossible. Yet, despite everything, here they are." Floor 9 - Residence of the Martyr Biome Type: Tundra General History: This area was intended to be a place where, in the event any form of hierarchy would form, the residents could exile especially heinous residents. This floor was installed with the intent to demonstrate the hypocrisy of protests in SCP-2746-1. Instead, this is where residents housed the year's "Martyr." The Martyr was a term given to a resident who gave up their body for the rest of SCP-6167's residents. Before the other residents could escape from their crucifixions, SCP-6167-1 and SCP-6167-2 escaped first, and developed a process that caused rapid, tumorous growth and regeneration in SCP-6167-# instances. This process involved the development of additional limbs and organs, and the elongation of limbs. SCP-6167-1 and SCP-6167-2 developed a system where each resident of SCP-6167 would take turns becoming the Martyr for a period of one year, starting with the oldest, and ending with the youngest. This provided the residents of SCP-6167 with an endless source of meat, fertilizer, leather, and other byproducts. "They lived here, you know. Freddie and Agatha. Becoming the Martyr is the most painful thing they could experience. Especially for a whole year. Freddie and Aggie did everything they could to make it… less so. That's actually why they chose the frozen layer. They hoped that the cold would numb the feeling of skin getting butchered… How couldn't they? They've been there themselves. Everyone has." Interview-6167-5 Interviewed: Dr. Harold Crot (referred to as "Harriot Crot") Interviewer: Dr. Dennis Toki Foreword: The following takes place 168 hours after Dr. Crot was apprehended at the entrance of SCP-6167. Dr. Crot has continued to refuse meals. Dr. Toki was under orders to force him to eat, prior to this interview. <Begin Log, 10/31/1998> Dr. Toki: Hey, Harriot… Dr. Crot: … Oh, hey Den. H-how's it going? Dr. Toki: … Listen, I really need to get you to eat something. Anything. Dr. Crot: I drank. Dr. Toki: I mean food. Come on, you guys fought a war over hunger, you're not planning a hunger strike or something, are you? Dr. Crot: No… Dr. Toki: <pauses> Listen. If I don't get you to eat, then they're going to force you to. I know you don't want that. Dr. Crot: … Hey, you like Stuart, yeah…? I do too. Dr. Toki: … Harriot? Dr. Crot: He was… really understanding. Kind. Sarah too. Though, I don't think you met her… You know why the other Keepers looked at me funny? It's 'cause whenever they have their… thing. I wasn't wearing a tux. I was wearing a dress. Dr. Toki: Where is this going? Dr. Crot: … What do the Keepers see when they look at you? Dr. Toki: <silence> Dr. Crot: I hope I'm not presuming too much. But… I have a sixth sense about this sorta thing… You don't have to answer. But I'm guessing you're the reason I'm here. Dr. Toki: … Asshole, you're doing this now? You're starving yourself, and now's the time to ask about this? Dr. Crot: Sorry, sorry… But, it's true, innit? It's been a helluva week. Talked about a lotta stuff. Dr. Toki: … They're going to be transferring you over to Hayward, now. He's coming back from his vacation. Dr. Crot: Yeah… I expect he is… Everything was planned by someone, ya know…? You don't want that though. Dr. Toki: I… I don't. No. Dr. Crot: … Hey. How'd you like to meet your old man? Dr. Toki: <pause> Pardon? Dr. Crot: Your dad. We could catch up, grab some dinner… it'd be my treat… You want me to eat, right? Dr. Toki: And… How would that happen? Dr. Crot: I'd rather show you, than tell you… but you have to answer quick. Do you want to leave this place? Do what I did, and get what I got? Dr. Toki: I… Yes… I do. Dr. Crot: … Then trust me on this. Barricade the door. Dr. Toki: O-okay. [Dr. Toki picks up his chair, and wedges it underneath the door handle. Shortly after doing so, pounding can be heard from the opposite side.] Dr. Crot: Good. Now… sorry about this, it's gross, I promise we'll be fine… You like spy movies? [Dr. Crot chews hard, and then spits at Dr. Toki. The resulting spit is black, and begins to spread across their entire body, before causing them to gradually disappear.] <End Log> Closing Statement: It's expected that Dr. Crot has broken containment using a false tooth containing the ink from SCP-6167-2 (SCP-1913-1). SCP-6167-# have proven themselves a greater threat, both through impressing Foundation Staff, and also being acutely aware of sensitive Foundation information. All instances of SCP-6167-#, and former Foundation staff who associate with them, are to be recognized as high priority and immediately hostile. Such staff should be subject to immediate apprehension, monitored interrogation, and then termination, as deemed appropriate. Footnotes 1. Despite his Level 5 clearance, Dr. Stuart Hayward is barred from knowing about SCP-6167's TS File. 2. 665 individuals; yet to be classified 3. Current Alias: Dr. Harriot Crot 4. unclassified 5. Called "Free Academy of the City of New York" at the time of his graduation. |
SCP-6167 | uncontained | SCP-6167 - ████ is Empty A story about demons, hunger, a couple of trans gals, and making the best out of shitty circumstances. Image Credit SCP-6167 entrance: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:07-Tunnel-Trescaire.jpg SCP-6167 Document icon: Sunny Parallax The Martyr's burial mound: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kurhan_i_kamienny_kr%C4%85g_w_Tr%C4%85tkownicy_-_panoramio.jpg ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6167 Level5 Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-45 Dr. Stuart Hayward1 PENDING MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") Entryway to SCP-6167 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6167 is only to be accessible via the mine shaft that reaches 60 meters beneath the lowest floor of Site-45-C. If additional subterranean floors are constructed for Site-45-C that would make this mine shaft no longer the lowest point of Site-45-C, the mine housing SCP-6167's entryway must first be dug deeper, so that it remains the deepest part of Site-45-C. SCP-6167 and its uncontained, former inhabitants (SCP-6167-#)2 represent an imminent attempt at an HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario. Further entry into SCP-6167 is forbidden without permission from a Level 5 personnel. Dr. Harold Crot3 has defected, and should be apprehended immediately for termination. Missing Foundation personnel from SCP-6167-2, formerly SCP-1913-1-ARC, are to be apprehended as well for interrogation. SCP-6167 itself is simple to contain. However, it represents a much greater threat in the form of SCP-6167-#. SCP-6167-# are their own unique entities with varied anomalous properties, and, when under containment, will each require their own file. Many instances of SCP-6167-# have previously been classified under other file designations, which are now defunct. Special containment procedures for each instance will be contained under their individual sub-file. Description: SCP-6167 is an extradimensional space with an entrance that relocates itself to the deepest part of Site-45-C. SCP-6167's entryway is a hatch that acts as a transdimensional portal. Inside is a wooden ladder, which goes approximately 40 meters down, and leads to SCP-6167's first, cave-like, floor. SCP-6167's interior is approximately 800 meters (0.5 miles) in diameter. SCP-6167's circumference, skies, and bedrock are all composed of a black, indestructible, sulfuric material; all attempts to damage or sample from this material have failed. Each floor (barring the first) was made to resemble a variety of natural biomes, with plant-life, lakes, and small oceans. There are a total of 9 floors, each one having served a different function, such as a dining area, a farming district, and a marketplace. For more information, see Document D-6167-4. Excluding the discovery of former Foundation researcher, Dr. Harold Crot, SCP-6167 is devoid of living fauna. However, it is known that SCP-6167 was previously inhabited by the exiled citizens of SCP-2746-1. The residents, classified as SCP-6167-#, are estimated to have left SCP-6167 sometime in the early 1800s. SCP-6167-# instances refer to each other as the "Furies," and are marked by their aversion to sulfur, their inability to die in a permanent fashion, their banishment from SCP-2746-1 by "the Loyalists4," and heavy attraction to a particular art form. SCP-6167-# are effectively immortal, achieved through multiple means; typically through reappearing after their bodies have died, and rapid regeneration. SCP-6167-#'s physical forms are mutable, and often take the form of one genus or family of the Animal Kingdom, occasionally choosing to also appear as human, or as a humanoid version of that animal. Prior to their banishment, SCP-6167-# instances fought against the "Loyalists" in a civil war, known to the Foundation as Event Nachash (See: SCP-2746). This civil war began when an entity called "the Serpent" attempted to sabotage humanity as a whole. This attempt failed, and instigated a punishment from a being known as "the Maker." This punishment, while not removing their immortality, rendered them vulnerable to hunger, disease, and pain. The Loyalists, who banished SCP-6167-# instances to SCP-6167, are mostly [DATAemployed by the SCP Foundation and other allied GOIs EXPUNGED] today, and are largely not a threat to the Foundation's goals. The location and status of "the Maker" after Event Nachash is unknown at this time, and investigation is ongoing. It's believed SCP-6167's appearance at Site-45 was meant to establish contact with the Foundation, with Dr. Crot to act as a representative. F-6167 PF-6167-1 Int-6167-2 Int-6167-3 D-6167-4 Int-6167-5 Foreword-6167 SCP-6167 Documents The following documents are descriptions of SCP-6167's floors, an interview log, a letter delivered by Dr. Crot. This file of Documents is restricted to Level 5 personnel. Level 4 personnel and below have been given a separate file with alternative details. Research into SCP-6167 is unnecessary, as O5-██ is intimately familiar with its contents. Documents not found here can found in Documents-6167-2, and may be accessed by personnel with level 4/6167 clearance or higher. Personnel File-6167-1 Foreword: This file is an archived version of Dr. Harold Crot's personel file, prior to his declared death by SCP-1913-1-ARC (now SCP-6167-2). The photo and description do not fit his current appearance. It is also unknown if the Dr. Crot that emerged from SCP-6167 is the true Dr. Crot, or an elaborate duplicate. Name: Dr. Harold Crot Security Clearance Level: 5 Job Position: Senior Site-45 Department Head: Research Division Current Status: Deceased (1840-1991) History: Dr. Harold Crot was born in America in the year 1840. His early life and education was spent living in New York, eventually attending the City College of New York5 to study psychology. He attracted the SCP Foundation's attention by graduating in the top percentile of his class. He was recruited, and assisted in the founding of Site-45. Dr. Crot oversaw the mental conditions of all humanoid anomalous objects, as well as the well-being of staff. In 1871, Dr. Crot was deemed important enough to the Foundation goals to be granted Level 4 Access. In 1991, Site-45 (Las Vegas), Site-██ (Orlando), and Site-██ (New York), experienced a containment breach involving all three SCP-1913-ARC instances. It's believed that SCP-1913-1-ARC materialized all instances to itself with the assistance of [DATADr. Crot himself EXPUNGED] who allowed SCP-1913-3-ARC to utilize SCP-████, and break containment. SCP-1913-1-ARC had targeted several key members of Site-45 staff, before all SCP-1913-ARC instances disappeared, appearing to have been dissolved alongside staff. Dr. Crot and other staff are believed to be dead. Dr. Harold Crot's successor is Dr. Stuart Hayward. Interview-6167-2 Interviewed: Dr. Harold Crot (referred to as "Harriot Crot") Interviewer: Dr. Dennis Toki Foreword: The following takes place an hour after Dr. Crot was apprehended at the entrance of SCP-6167. Dr. Crot was cooperative with Foundation personnel, albeit, a member of the opposite sex since his death in 1991. <Begin Log, 10/24/1998> Dr. Toki: Good morning. You doing okay? Need any water? I'm Dr. Toki, we had a few questions for you. Dr. Crot: Ha, I can imagine. I opened the gate of literal Hell right underneath you, there. Don't worry though, I'm here to answer questions. Dr. Toki: Good, good. Honestly, you had us worried back there. So, uh, first, what's your name? Dr. Crot: Dr. Harriot Crot. Y'all have me as Harold Crot, though. Dr. Toki: Alright. <Pauses> See, that's what's confusing us. Dr. Crot was a man. Also, dead. And by all indications, you're neither. Dr. Crot: Well, I can explain that. I never died. I just got headhunted, and the Furies offered me a better job. And the employment benefits they offered included things worth a lot more than money. Job satisfaction, mostly. But also the feeling of just <pause> being happy in my body, you know? I never regretted a single day in all my eight-plus years of working for them. Dr. Toki: <Pauses> So… Okay. Why are you here then? Dr. Crot: I was asked to. I honestly don't know why Clovis sent me here instead of a few others, but hey. None of the Furies led me wrong before. Dr. Toki: The Furies? Dr. Crot: That's what they call themselves. <Dr. Crot shrugs> "Angels sent to Hell, motivated by vengeance." Which… isn't entirely inaccurate. Dr. Toki: I suppose… So this Clovis is one of them? Their leader? Dr. Crot: Yes and no. Clovis isn't one of them, since she was never sent to Hell proper, but she does work for them, and is a leader. Dr. Toki: I see. And these Furies. They did this to you? Dr. Crot: They did it for me. I kind of knew what I was for awhile, but… I don't know. The only people who understood were Stuart and Sarah. The rest of the Keepers were kinda dicks about it. Ever since Sarah died in duty… I didn't want to bother Stuart with my problems, you know? Dr. Toki: … Wait, did you say the Keepers? The ones with that 1903 info-hazard? Dr. Crot: I did. Why? Dr. Toki: Oh, no reason. Dr. Crot: <pauses> Well, they were. They thought it meant I was a drag queen or something. Dr. Toki: So… what. You wanted to be a girl? How's that different from everyone else? Dr. Crot: … Pardon? Dr. Toki: I'm trying to understand how they incentivized you. That just seems like a… weird thing to offer. Dr. Crot: <pauses, then chuckles> Oh. That's why Clovis sent me. Dr. Toki: What do you mean? Dr. Crot: Nothing, nothing. Anyway, they didn't offer me that initially. They won me over by just… talking, you know? About what they want, what they were trying to do. They all kind of grow on you after awhile. Dr. Toki: … Grow on you? The things that killed everyone who stood in their way? Dr. Crot: Doctor… The Furies can't kill anyone. We killed our men. I was in the room when they decided who died, and who was given Advanced Treatment. You've probably seen something like that during your career here, haven't you…? Dr. Toki: That doesn't change the fact that that dog set everyone in the way on fire. Or that that skeleton maimed everything the dog told it to. Or how that ink from the cat erased everyone involved without a trace. Dr. Crot: <pauses> Hey, Doctor. Have you ever been in love? Dr. Toki: <pauses> What? What does that have to with anything? Dr. Crot: No, no. This is relevant. Dr. Toki: I… Haven't, no. Living at Site-45 doesn't leave me with much free time. Dr. Crot: Well, you love your dad, right? Or mom? Dr. Toki: I do. Dr. Crot: Alright. Assume for the sake of argument that your mom and dad were taken. Not just by anyone, but by a large company with the resources to raise the dead if they wanted. Now imagine you could do something about it. You're immortal. You're powerful. You literally can't die. And you have a good chance at going toe to toe with them, one-on-one… what do you do? Do you think you'd just sit by and do nothing? Dr. Toki: <pause> So you feel that they were justified? Dr. Crot: Ha… You know what the first thing Freddie did when he found out we didn't care for our men's fatal injuries…? He was angry. And I know he cried about it later… It was like he just realized that someone else's decisions made him a murderer. He wanted me to tell you he's not making the same mistake twice. <End Log> Closing Statement: Log was trimmed for brevity. For the full Log, see SCP-6167 Documents-2. Interview-6167-3 Interviewed: Dr. Harold Crot (referred to as "Harriot Crot") Interviewer: Dr. Dennis Toki Foreword: The following takes place 24 hours after Dr. Crot was apprehended at the entrance of SCP-6167. Dr. Crot has continued to be cooperative with Foundation personnel, however, he has refused to eat provided meals. <Begin Log, 10/25/1998> Dr. Toki: Morning, Doctor. Dr. Crot: Morning, Doctor. Dr. Toki: They tell me you haven't been eating. Any particular reason? Dr. Crot: No, just not hungry… Don't mean to be rude or anything, I hate to see food go to waste. I'll tell you if anything changes. Dr. Toki: Very well… So, we had a few questions about SCP-6167. Dr. Crot: Hell already has a number, ey? Guess that makes me SCP-6167-1? Dr. Toki: Most likely. We haven't reached that stage yet. Regardless, we wanted to know. Why isn't anyone else there? Dr. Crot: Guess you expected it to be up to your tits with red-skinned demons, pitchforks, lakes of fire, tortured souls, etcetera? Dr. Toki: Well, that is what the classical Hell is. Shouldn't there be… people in it? Dr. Crot: Hell was never made for us. Just them. Dr. Toki: The Furies? Dr. Crot: Yep. Dr. Toki: So… Hell is real. We found records of "souls" in there. That'd mean there's an afterlife, right? Dr. Crot: This… is a discussion that will definitely lead to this interview getting expunged. Expunged, not redacted. Sure you want me to say? Dr. Toki: Go ahead. Dr. Crot: Well then… [DATAI suppose I should talk about what a soul actually is. It's not… you. It's not your personality, or brain, or whatever. It's more like a natural vehicle for immortality. Like a… ethereal escape pod. Or a tank that refuses to let you die. Or both. Usually, when someone with a soul dies, they just kinda reincarnate someplace else… That said, humans like us don't have souls… And there's no afterlife EXPUNGED]… Sorry if that's a buzzkill. Dr. Toki: … Actually. I… have to admit, that's kind of a relief. Dr. Crot: People have a lotta different reactions to that. You handled it better than I did. But uh, yeah, barring the whole… Martyr thing, they kinda… took the shit hand they've been dealt, and made something with it. Dr. Toki: Yes… Oh. Right. We wanted to ask about that. The Martyr. Dr. Crot: Ah. Well, it's more… a role? Every one of the Furies had their turn at becoming the Martyr, 'till they were able to figure out a better food situation… Hell was designed to divide them. A place to kind of just send a bunch of immortals to starve. There's no special tricks to it. The rings aren't based on sins or anything. Just different kinds of environments to facilitate gang-wars. Polar bears in the arctic, monkeys in the jungle, that kind of thing. … The Martyr was Agatha's idea. Freddie was the one to dive into it head first. Dr. Toki: So… what's the process of becoming a Martyr? Dr. Crot: Do you mean the process, or how they're appointed? For the former, I dunno. It was deliberately erased from the record. Honestly, the Foundation could probably recreate it if they wanted to. But if you mean how they were appointed, then… well, it started with Freddie, and worked its way from Agatha, down to the bottom, and then cycled back to Freddie. Freddie and Agatha probably had it the worst. Dr. Toki: How so? Dr. Crot: Well, all of their time not governing was spent trying to make that whole thing as painless as possible… Which was pretty hard, all things considered. They decided to just put them in the coldest ring. Getting frostbite for a year was a better alternative than being butchered alive. Being the first people to do it… Dr. Toki: I see… Tell me about them. What do they want? Dr. Crot: The Furies? Well, it's something of a toss up between revenge towards the guys who put them there to begin with, and just… wanting to fix things. They aren't bad people, you know. Dr. Toki: And who put them there? Dr. Crot: Well, for one… [DATAO5-13. Hear that Hugh? You fucking asshole? EXPUNGED]… But then there's Stuart and Sarah… They're one of the guys who did this, if it wasn't obvious. They were probably headhunted by the Foundation BECAUSE of who they are. Dr. Toki: Wait… They did this? Dr. Crot: I'm sure they regret it… And I'm sure they've done their share of suffering. Especially since they don't remember doing it. Freddie and Aggie are laying off those two. Dr. Toki: But not [DATAO5-13? EXPUNGED] Dr. Crot: Especially not them. Dr. Toki: … Well then. That elevates things. Dr. Crot: Yep. It does. Dr. Toki: Do… you want that? Dr. Crot: Well… it's not as if they can die, right? <End Log> Document-6167-4 Foreword: The following contains descriptions of each floor in SCP-6167, its contents, and a description of its use by SCP-6167's inhabitants. Dr. Crot's testimony does appear to align with O5-██'s recollections, and is considered most likely true. The level 4 and below versions of SCP-6167 are devoid of Dr. Crot's reporting. Each entry is proceeded with a relevant excerpt from an Interview from Dr. Crot, selected from the 10/26-30/98. Floor 1 - "The Gathering" Biome Type: Null (cavern) General History: The first floor is a large atrium where the inhabitants were deposited shortly after crucifixion and exile from SCP-2746-1. It's estimated that the inhabitants were left there for months until the entities "Fredrick" (SCP-6167-1) and "Agathos" (SCP-6167-2) broke free. O5-██ reported that this floor was designed to hold all instances of SCP-6167's inhabitants until they eventually broke free and devoured each other. However, Dr. Crot reported that such an event never occurred, due to SCP-6167-1 and SCP-6167-2 breaking free first to prevent such. Later, SCP-6167 inhabitants allegedly used the area for announcements and meetings akin to a town hall. "When we first got inked, we ended up in the top floor. Hell's entrance used to lead to Prometheus Labs HQ. Some of us thought we were dead at first, but we were greeted by a few dozen of them. Most looked like were-things, but others looked like plain old animals. Not gonna lie, Hell kind of felt like what I thought Heaven'd be like. We were treated like heroes, believe it or not. It… was surprisingly welcoming. Honestly, I wanted to pet them, but I felt that'd be kind of patronizing. Freddie and Aggie made announcements from here. Once things got settled, he made it a point to bring snacks for everyone. Apparently, he used to be into blacksmithing, but cooking seemed to be his actual passion. Aggie was known for being a sculptor, but she's more of a writer… Actually, I think she helped write most of Freddie's memos." Floor 2 - "The Carved Canyon" Biome Type: Canyon General History: According to O5-██, SCP-6167's floors did not possess different forms of torment, as led to believe, but had no other purpose in its construction other than to give SCP-6167's flying inhabitants a home advantage. It was expected that each floor would be host to multiple 'gangs', and many floors were meant to give certain species a home advantage, this one in particular sporting sheer cliffs, harsh winds, and bramble along the floors. However, Dr. Crot reports that the second floor was made more accessible, and used as a place for showcasing art, such as stone statues, painted and carved out cliffs, and other projects. "We left the caves, and saw the Canyons, shortly after. We thought we were actually outside from the looks of it, but apparently it only looks that way from the ground. This was where we realized that they were just… people. It was basically like a giant art gallery. They had ambitions, culture, relationships. A lot of the Furies seemed to be in a… polycule, I think is the word? I dunno. But seeing a bear, a stoat, and a bunny in the same place, getting along? The cutest damn thing I've seen in awhile." Floor 3 - "Forest of Feasts" Biome Type: Temperate forest General History: O5-██ reports that the intended use for this floor was to contain a specific denizen, SCP-6167-88 (AKA: "Izaak"). This floor contained a modified instance of SCP-2988 which was designed to torment SCP-6167-88, and not bear any fruit. These instances no longer exist, having been harvested for lumber. Dr. Crot reports that the inhabitants banded together to save SCP-6167-88, who returned to its former duties shortly after. Floor 3 served as a dining hall and festive area. Most meals consisted of Fruits, Vegetables, and meat in the form of the "Flesh of the Martyr" (See Floor 9). The burial mound of the "Final Martyr" (pictured) is located here. Evidence implies this being had a diameter of 13~ meters (43~ feet). "Apparently, a hyena-guy named Izaak ran that floor. He lost his arms before getting sent here. Has some… admittedly pretty cool prosthetics. He and Freddie ended up being cooking buddies after Freddie's time as the Martyr… Back then, it was kinda like a open mess hall… Oh, and it has something of a… memorial. The Last Martyr's old body was buried here, in the Mound. Eventually, after countless cycles, the Martyr system became redundant since they could just… leave Hell and get food. So instead of keeping up with it, they just ended it right then and there… Probably the right call." Floor 4 - "The Gulches" Biome Type: Hot desert General History: Sand dunes cover the entirety of this floor, with very little vegetation. SCP-6167 residents used this area as a marketplaces where goods and services were to be exchanged. They never developed a proper form of currency, and continued to rely on a barter system, occasionally trading "Legal Favors," which were ranked by Minor, Moderate, and Great. Allegedly, the "Martyr System" allowed residents to return to the same standards of living prior to Event Nachash. "They never really liked the idea of money. They understand it, obviously, but they just didn't take to it. Apparently, they tried making some kind of currency at one point, but stopped after they realized some of them were being left behind. It all became a race for this one otherwise useless, limited resource. It ended when someone just bought all of the money, and destroyed it." Floor 5 - "The Styx" Biome Type: Tropical upwelling General History: This floor consists of a beach alongside its perimeter. Instead of housing aquatic gangs, as intended, it was said that many came to the beaches for recreational activities. Dr. Crot stated that this floor served an identical purpose to a public beach. "Seeing [the Styx] was kind of refreshing to see. A lot of us hadn't left Site-45 in forever, so just a beach was nice to see. Imagine like… several kinds of animals, in one place, eating ice cream and playing ball. Apparently, it used to just be named 'the Beach,' but by the time we arrived, they've been exposed to our culture, and ideas on Hell, and were overall a lot more familiar with us than we were of them." Floor 6 - "The School Yards" Biome Type: Saltwater swamp General History: This floor was originally intended to house an entity known as "the Serpent", but such an entity was never banished to SCP-6167. Furthermore, by never being properly exiled to SCP-6167, this entity is capable of killing humans. O5-██ is under Superior Oath to not reveal who this entity is, but assures that it has been under Foundation control. This location was renovated into a college district. Many of the buildings are class rooms, workshops, and libraries containing resident-written literature and educational material. Most buildings were constructed on top of trees, and are connected via bridges, ramps, and ladders. "I spent most of my time here, not gonna lie. I actually taught a few classes there: human psychology, how we work, literature, music, how the Foundation works internally and externally… Sue me. But honestly, they taught me a few things too. And those things helped me with myself, my body, my work. For once in my life, I felt… well, it's going to sound sappy, but it felt real. I was -am- happy. And I have them to thank for that." Floor 7 - "The Training Grounds" Biome Type: Tropical savanna General History: This floor was dedicated to performance art, such as dance, gymnastics, and martial arts. It's reported that this floor also housed a form of militia, led by SCP-6167-1. This militia was mostly used to settle minor disagreements, and end violence as soon as possible. SCP-6167-1 founded this militia with the initial intention of overtaking human civilization by force. This militia was trained to take advantage of the fact that they are incapable of killing humans, and instead disable them through dismemberment and utilization of their individual anomalous properties, with the intent of being able to fully treat their injuries after conflicts. According to Dr. Crot, since being released from SCP-6167, SCP-6167-1 and SCP-6167-2 no longer plan on instigating a hot war on humanity, but are instead focusing on the Foundation, Global Occult Coalition, and other major organizations with the intention of maintaining normalcy. "They were going to wage war on us, you know. For a long time, they had a bit of a grudge against humanity, since… you know. The 'Garden of Eden-thing.' They didn't blame us as much as they did the Serpent, at least. They kinda saw us as more of an obstacle to getting to the Loyalists. I've seen what they can do to people. Even if they can't literally kill anyone, I'm pretty sure the shit they could do'd be considered a war crime. But they didn't expect the kinds of problems we've had throughout history. They didn't expect to actually root for us." Floor 8 - "The Farmland" Biome Type: Alpine grasslands General History: This area, due to the relative closeness to the 9th floor, was where the majority of crops were grown. After many years of artificial selection, crops that bore fruit and edible vegetation became possible. Leftover biomass and waste from the Martyr was used as fertilizer. "Funny thing, it was actually easier for them to grow hallucinogens for awhile. Marijuana and mushrooms, mostly. There was a possum who made that stuff his life's work, and since Fred and Aggie's place was so close to here, they hung out with him a lot. Think he was there to develop a kind of painkiller for them too. I think it took a few thousand years before they were able to get plants that bore anything edible. And that was with a concentrated effort. The Loyalists put a lot of effort into making sure getting food here was nigh impossible. Yet, despite everything, here they are." Floor 9 - Residence of the Martyr Biome Type: Tundra General History: This area was intended to be a place where, in the event any form of hierarchy would form, the residents could exile especially heinous residents. This floor was installed with the intent to demonstrate the hypocrisy of protests in SCP-2746-1. Instead, this is where residents housed the year's "Martyr." The Martyr was a term given to a resident who gave up their body for the rest of SCP-6167's residents. Before the other residents could escape from their crucifixions, SCP-6167-1 and SCP-6167-2 escaped first, and developed a process that caused rapid, tumorous growth and regeneration in SCP-6167-# instances. This process involved the development of additional limbs and organs, and the elongation of limbs. SCP-6167-1 and SCP-6167-2 developed a system where each resident of SCP-6167 would take turns becoming the Martyr for a period of one year, starting with the oldest, and ending with the youngest. This provided the residents of SCP-6167 with an endless source of meat, fertilizer, leather, and other byproducts. "They lived here, you know. Freddie and Agatha. Becoming the Martyr is the most painful thing they could experience. Especially for a whole year. Freddie and Aggie did everything they could to make it… less so. That's actually why they chose the frozen layer. They hoped that the cold would numb the feeling of skin getting butchered… How couldn't they? They've been there themselves. Everyone has." Interview-6167-5 Interviewed: Dr. Harold Crot (referred to as "Harriot Crot") Interviewer: Dr. Dennis Toki Foreword: The following takes place 168 hours after Dr. Crot was apprehended at the entrance of SCP-6167. Dr. Crot has continued to refuse meals. Dr. Toki was under orders to force him to eat, prior to this interview. <Begin Log, 10/31/1998> Dr. Toki: Hey, Harriot… Dr. Crot: … Oh, hey Den. H-how's it going? Dr. Toki: … Listen, I really need to get you to eat something. Anything. Dr. Crot: I drank. Dr. Toki: I mean food. Come on, you guys fought a war over hunger, you're not planning a hunger strike or something, are you? Dr. Crot: No… Dr. Toki: <pauses> Listen. If I don't get you to eat, then they're going to force you to. I know you don't want that. Dr. Crot: … Hey, you like Stuart, yeah…? I do too. Dr. Toki: … Harriot? Dr. Crot: He was… really understanding. Kind. Sarah too. Though, I don't think you met her… You know why the other Keepers looked at me funny? It's 'cause whenever they have their… thing. I wasn't wearing a tux. I was wearing a dress. Dr. Toki: Where is this going? Dr. Crot: … What do the Keepers see when they look at you? Dr. Toki: <silence> Dr. Crot: I hope I'm not presuming too much. But… I have a sixth sense about this sorta thing… You don't have to answer. But I'm guessing you're the reason I'm here. Dr. Toki: … Asshole, you're doing this now? You're starving yourself, and now's the time to ask about this? Dr. Crot: Sorry, sorry… But, it's true, innit? It's been a helluva week. Talked about a lotta stuff. Dr. Toki: … They're going to be transferring you over to Hayward, now. He's coming back from his vacation. Dr. Crot: Yeah… I expect he is… Everything was planned by someone, ya know…? You don't want that though. Dr. Toki: I… I don't. No. Dr. Crot: … Hey. How'd you like to meet your old man? Dr. Toki: <pause> Pardon? Dr. Crot: Your dad. We could catch up, grab some dinner… it'd be my treat… You want me to eat, right? Dr. Toki: And… How would that happen? Dr. Crot: I'd rather show you, than tell you… but you have to answer quick. Do you want to leave this place? Do what I did, and get what I got? Dr. Toki: I… Yes… I do. Dr. Crot: … Then trust me on this. Barricade the door. Dr. Toki: O-okay. [Dr. Toki picks up his chair, and wedges it underneath the door handle. Shortly after doing so, pounding can be heard from the opposite side.] Dr. Crot: Good. Now… sorry about this, it's gross, I promise we'll be fine… You like spy movies? [Dr. Crot chews hard, and then spits at Dr. Toki. The resulting spit is black, and begins to spread across their entire body, before causing them to gradually disappear.] <End Log> Closing Statement: It's expected that Dr. Crot has broken containment using a false tooth containing the ink from SCP-6167-2 (SCP-1913-1). SCP-6167-# have proven themselves a greater threat, both through impressing Foundation Staff, and also being acutely aware of sensitive Foundation information. All instances of SCP-6167-#, and former Foundation staff who associate with them, are to be recognized as high priority and immediately hostile. Such staff should be subject to immediate apprehension, monitored interrogation, and then termination, as deemed appropriate. Footnotes 1. Despite his Level 5 clearance, Dr. Stuart Hayward is barred from knowing about SCP-6167's TS File. 2. 665 individuals; yet to be classified 3. Current Alias: Dr. Harriot Crot 4. unclassified 5. Called "Free Academy of the City of New York" at the time of his graduation. |
SCP-6168 | safe | SCP-6168 - The Puzzle Pieces of Adolescence This is my first article, so I just hope for it to succeed, and I'll greatly appreciate any feedback! The date format used in this article is dd/mm/yyyy. Image Attribution: - dog.jpg was taken from Wikimedia Commons, and licensed under CC-BY-SA 4.0 - pieces.jpg was taken by me. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} A typical Phú Quốc Ridgeback dog. This dog breed is native to Phú Quốc Island, Vietnam. Pieces of SCP-6168. Photo taken by PoI-6168 with her phone. Item #: SCP-6168 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6168 is to be kept in a medium-sized standard animal containment cell. It does not need to be provided food or water for survival. Investigation into Incident 6168/A is to be conducted with the following priorities: Determining the relationships among PoI-6168, Incident 6168/A and the creation of SCP-6168. Evaluating the possibility of PoI-6168 possessing thaumaturgic abilities, as well as the possibility of further anomalous activities at the locus of the incident. UPDATE 25/08/2016: In case further changes in SCP-6168's anomalous properties are observed, its containment procedures are to be adjusted accordingly. Description: SCP-6168 is a life-size, animated, sentient statue resembling a Phú Quốc Ridgeback dog. It is made from ordinary cinnamon wood (Cinnamomum verum) and comprises multiple pieces. Some of its pieces function as joints, allowing it to move in a limited capacity. SCP-6168 does not possess internal organs and cannot vocalize; however, it reacts to external stimuli similarly to common domestic dogs (Canis lupus familiaris). Discovery (Incident 6168/A): On 28/06/2016, Foundation radars monitored by the Thaumaturgic Activity Tracking Unit in Northwestern Vietnam detected an abnormal EVE spike from a location in the remote mountainous area of Yên Bái Province. This location had previously been marked for frequent thaumaturgic activities, but had been inactive for several years. Concurrently, the local fire brigade hotline received a call reporting a house fire spreading to the local forest at the energy spike's presumed coordination. Foundation agents embedded in the local fire brigade then arrived at the location despite being delayed by the topography, discovering SCP-6168. It was immediately taken into Foundation custody, and investigation was initiated after the fire had been subdued. The only civilian present during the incident was Vi Thị Mai, aged 15. Considering her supposed direct relevance to the event and her subsequent mental state, it was decided that she would not be given amnestics; instead, she was designated PoI-6168 and placed under close surveillance. As in August 2016, PoI-6168 would move to Hanoi and enroll in the Vietnamese National University's High School for Gifted Students in Social Sciences and Humanities,.From now on referred to as HSSH for brevity. Researcher Phan Kiều Trang (a psychologist currently embedded in the University) was added to the Incident 6168/A investigation team to monitor PoI-6168. She would perform her duties under the guise of a therapist participating in the HSSH's Psychological Assistance Initiative, which would be held by the school starting from the school year 2016 - 2017. On 25/08/2016, PoI-6168 voluntarily came to Researcher Phan's office in the HSSH, requesting help. Some of her conversations with Researcher Phan from this point onwards are attached below. Full original footage with audio in Vietnamese are available per request. + Open Counseling Session 01 - Close Date of Recording: 25/08/2016 <Begin Log> (PoI-6168 enters the office, silently closing the door behind her back.) Rsr. Phan: Welcome, young lady. Please have a seat; no need to be tense. PoI-6168: Erm… Good afternoon, Miss. Nice to meet you. (PoI-6168 sits down at Rsr. Phan's desk. She seems tired, with slightly pale skin and visible eye bags.) Rsr. Phan: (offers PoI-6168 a glass of water.) Nice to meet you too. My name is Trang, how can I help you? PoI-6168: Thank you, Ms. Trang. My name is Vi Thị Mai, from Class 10V2. Recently I've had… quite a lot of nightmares. It feels terrible, and I am often exhausted when I wake up the next morning. Rsr. Phan: I'm sorry to hear that. Are you living at home or are you staying in the school's dormitories? PoI-6168: I'm staying in the dorm; my roommates have encouraged me to come here and seek help. They thought it was because of the new environment, but my nightmares had started even before I came to Hanoi. My hometown is in Yên Bái, by the way. Rsr. Phan: So there's something more about it, but you haven't told your roommates yet. PoI-6168: That's right. I just— I— I can't tell them. There's no way they will believe me on such matters. Definitely no one will. Even you might not believe it, if I tell you. (Silence.) PoI-6168: I'm… I'm sorry. Rsr. Phan: It's alright. I promise, your words will be taken seriously here regardless of what you think others might believe. And I won't disclose them to anyone without your consent, not even your parents or your teachers - we will actually sign an agreement on that in a minute. […] Rsr. Phan: Let's come back to our main topic: your nightmares. Firstly, you've mentioned your belief that no one would trust what you say about them. Is there any reason you think so? PoI-6168: Erm… Ms. Trang, can I ask you a question? Rsr. Phan: Of course. PoI-6168: Do you believe in magic? Rsr. Phan: Well… I've certainly heard of magic, but have never had a chance to observe. However, nightmares are dreams anyways, and when you dream, of course there can be details that don't conform to our daily lives in one way or another. PoI-6168: That's not what I mean. Nevermind; maybe I shouldn't have asked you about that so abruptly at all. I mean, I believe everyone won't trust my words since no one thinks magic actually exists. But can we come back to this later, please? Rsr. Phan: No problem; there are other things I would like to ask you before we get back to that anyways. So, how many times per week do you have those nightmares? PoI-6168: Let me see… Twice or thrice. Isn't that a lot? Rsr. Phan: Yes, I'm afraid. Now, can you please describe your nightmares as detailed as possible? If they often have the same plot or common motifs such as images or sounds, please list those out. On the other hand, if each one of your nightmares is unique, please describe a few of them that you remember the most or affect you the most. If it's too hard to recall, just take a deep breath and slow down. PoI-6168: Well… okay. I guess this falls into the first category, because all my nightmares portrayed the same event. (Breathes in) It's always daytime in my dreams. I'm inside my house,.The house where SCP-6168 was discovered is a traditional-style stilt house of the Tày people, an ethnic minority group in Vietnam. PoI-6168 belongs to the Tày people herself. and it is on fire. Every direction I look at, I see flames catching on and swallowing everything in their way. The floor is trembling too, so I have lots of struggle keeping my balance. Like any pillar supporting the house under my feet can burn down at any moment, collapsing it. I hear my mother's faint calling outside of the house, and make my way to a window at the front. And then I see her standing among the plants in our garden, yelling, hoping that our neighbors would come and help us. Desperate as she is, no one else is arriving, let alone lending us a hand. Other than her voice, all I hear are the trees rustling in the forest. She runs towards the house as soon as she sees me get to the window, as if she will jump in the fire and pull me away from it if she can. (PoI-6168 stops and sips her water with shaky hands.) The fire is already very close behind my back, so I am frightened and extremely disoriented. The house is about to collapse, and I can't figure out anything else to do other than jumping down. So I climb up on the window, my heart beating vigorously by my ears. Then, I hold my breath, close my eyes and let my hands go. Falling down, I try in vain not to think of the pain I will experience when my body hits the ground. But then all fall silent, and I keep falling. I open my eyes, only to realize that I've fallen down a dark, bottomless pit. The house has collapsed and flames have engulfed the pit's opening, which seems to be my only escape. I see my mother hopelessly reaching for me from up there, but she keeps receding further away from me as each second passes. Her call, her once deafening screeching, remains nothing more than utter silence. As I fall down, the image of my mother keeps shrinking and shrinking until it becomes just a tiny dot and then vanishes. A cold feeling surrounds me, and then I wake up. (PoI-6168 takes another sip of water.) When I'm awake, it's usually around 3 in the morning. Everything is still dark and quiet around me, except for the orange-ish streetlight shining through the window shades, and occasionally, a lone motorbike running down the street. I clench my pillow in my arms, bursting into tears as I try to get back to sleep again. (Silence.) Rsr. Phan: Alright, thank you. It's great that you can recall the dreams so vividly. Many others have to struggle much more with that. PoI-6168: I… I need a moment to calm down. Rsr. Phan: Of course, if you do. Don't push yourself too hard. (PoI-6168 drinks the rest from her cup. Researcher Phan pours her more water.) […] Rsr. Phan: I've noticed that other than yourself, the only person present in your nightmares was your mother. So, what do you think of her? How important is your mother to you? (PoI-6168 was startled.) PoI-6168: So, uhm… My mother used to be the most influential person to me. I've never met anyone both as sweet and strong-minded as her, and I don't think I ever will. She never gave up or refrained from giving me kind words, even when things were difficult for my family, especially for her. Unfortunately, she recently passed away because of Dengue fever. It must have been from a mosquito bite when she was picking medicinal plant leaves in the forest. I always feel like her death was my fault. Had it not been for my wish to study in a high school for gifted students in Hanoi,.In Vietnam, "high schools for gifted students" are specialized schools that have significantly higher education quality compared to common public high schools. Students from these schools have access to various studying resources, which heighten their chance to enter a high-ranked university or to study abroad. To be qualified for studying in these schools, a student has to pass an entrance exam which comprises multiple writing tests, including a school subject of their choice. If they pass the exam, that subject will become their "specialized subject" and will be taught more extensively in their high school programme. Preparation for these tests usually requires considerable personal effort and financial support. she wouldn't have needed to work extra hours. It's hard thinking about her last days. To be honest, I usually avoid doing so. Rsr. Phan: Oh, I'm really sorry for your loss. Did your mother have any other job besides that? I'm also curious about your father; did he need to work extra to support you with your studies too? PoI-6168: Actually, my father is working for a resort in Phú Quốc Island. It's weird, right? And when my mother was alive, she used to take care of our garden where she grew traditional medicinal plants. Before my dad went away to Phú Quốc, he was the one mainly taking care of it. He's really well-versed in traditional medicine, and when he was at home, he often provided ailments for our fellow villagers when they were in need. Back then… well… Rsr. Phan: What's the problem, Mai? PoI-6168: Ms. Trang, if I continue talking, perhaps you'll think that I'm crazy or somewhat fanatic. Do you still want to hear me out? Rsr. Phan: I've told you I would take what you say seriously and we've agreed to keep all of this a secret, so don't be afraid. (Silence.) PoI-6168: My mother was a shaman. Or magician, or fortune teller, whatever you call these people. And she could wield real, proper magic. (pauses, with teary eyes) Ms. Trang, I know it's insane, and it just gets more nonsensical the more I tell you about it. I can understand if you don't want me to stay here and babble these things anymore. Rsr. Phan: No, Mai, please stay here. It's totally fine. Your mother was such an important figure for you, so I know it's not that you are afraid or ashamed of saying your mother was a thauma- I mean, shaman. It's just that you fear others will humiliate you because you believe magic exists. I will not question you for proof of what you say, and you should not question yourself too, because if you are confident enough to keep that in mind, you definitely have enough reason for it. You have seen things with your own eyes that others cannot see. They were your own experience, and you did not get to choose whether you would be involved with them or not. These memories have been a part of you since the day you bear them in mind. You can't deny that, and I can't either. I believe you. PoI-6168: Are you sure, Ms. Trang? Rsr. Phan: Yes. Totally without doubt. PoI-6168: (bursts into tears) Thank you so much. Rsr. Phan: If you don't mind, could you share something further about your mother's magic with me? PoI-6168: (repeatedly nods, wiping her tears) Yes, yes, of course. My mother mostly wielded her magic through rituals, and her rituals always included those magical songs called "then", which could be used to send us human's wishes to gods. Whenever a family in our village hosted an important life event, my mother was always invited. She came to bless their marriage or their child, to cure diseases with rituals, or to pray for a successful harvest and such things. She was the only shaman in my village, so I was extremely proud of her. Rsr. Phan: That sounds like some amazing work. But you also told me that your family had once been in difficulties, and your parents had to change their jobs at some point. What happened exactly, and when was that? PoI-6168: Well, you can pretty much imagine that other villagers held lots of respect for us. But it all changed when I was in 3rd grade. (looks out the window) The harvesting season was coming when a family in our village discovered that all of their crops had suddenly died without any warning signs. They then somehow found some sort of incantation buried beside their house. Being the only person knowing magic in the village, my mother was immediately accused of placing a curse on them. She swore that she didn't even know that sort of magic, let alone trying it, and she had no idea who had done that to the other family, but absolutely no one listened to her side of the story. I didn't understand much back then, but I remember very clearly that we used to frequently have guests, either asking for my mother's rituals or my father's ailments. Suddenly, no one came for us anymore; instead, people mocked and swore at us. It frightened me all the time. My friends at school didn't want to talk or play with me anymore. I heard their parents chatting among themselves that I couldn't be a nice child, since my mom was so evil. I couldn't stand their way of thinking, so I tried all I could to remind them that my mom wasn't bad - how could she be evil, when she had helped the villagers so much and she had never hurted anyone? But they laughed at me for having such thoughts. Nonetheless, I swear no one can make me think otherwise, even to this day. That was why my parents couldn't keep doing their job, and we started to struggle financially. Eventually my father found his current job, but it was a position he would never have taken had my family not been in such dire circumstances. He never wanted to leave our hometown for somewhere so far southward like Phú Quốc, but the island was steadily developing as a tourism spot back then, and many new resorts were being built. Spa and beauty services using herbal medicines of the ethnic minorities were greatly favored, so they needed many specialists for that. The job suited his knowledge and the payload was satisfying, to say the least. His departure left the garden in my mom's hands. For a woman already coming into her middle-age, manual labor was no joke. But I've never heard her complaining. She just calmly accepted that there was no way to prove her innocence, and her life would never be the same again. She spent the following years teaching me to refrain from swearing back or doing harm to others as a form of retaliation or revenge. She taught me to mind my own business rather than succumb to their filthy words and become the devils they thought we were. My childhood was much less terrible because I had her by my side. Sometimes I wished to have a younger brother or sister so that I wouldn't be so alone. But if I had a sibling, I couldn't have imagined how busy my mother would be, and whether my sibling can endure such a terrible time or not. Rsr. Phan: Well, thank you so much for sharing; that was more than enough. You must've taken great effort to overcome such difficulties. Now, how about… <End Log> Researcher's Commentary: It is likely that PoI-6168 is suffering from a mental illness, but I cannot draw a fixed conclusion without seeking her own view on the incident. Since there is probably more information we can get out of her, I've recommended that she visit my office weekly. I'll make sure that she adheres to this schedule; first to help with our surveillance, then for her own benefits. UPDATE 25/08/2016: SCP-6168 was first observed to vocalize. Analysis of vocalization yielded results similar to non-anomalous Phú Quốc Ridgeback dogs. Mechanics of vocalization currently unknown. + Open Counseling Session 02 - Close Date of Recording: 01/09/2016 <Begin Log> Rsr. Phan: Good afternoon, Mai. (gesture for PoI-6168 to sit down) How has this week been? PoI-6168: You too, Ms. Trang. And it's just like usual. Rsr. Phan: So, are you feeling more comfortable now, compared to last week? Mai: Yes, Ms. Trang. Rsr. Phan: That's great. Still, just tell me whenever you feel stressed or if we're going too fast, okay? Mai: Okay. Rsr. Phan: Alright. Last week you told me that your symptoms seemed to start after your house was burned down. I need you to give me a quick summary of that day when the fire occurred. PoI-6168: (lowers her head) I… To sum it up, I burned down my house. (pauses) The fire spread to the garden, burning all the plants. My father was away, no one came for help, and if I hadn't said on the phone that the fire had been spreading to the forest, I doubt the firefighters would have arrived. Oh dear, if only I had not… why was I always so dumb with my decisions… (Silence. PoI-6168 sighs sharply.) Rsr. Phan: I can see it in another way: You were so brave and responsible by trying your best to stop what you thought you did. Let's calm down and just focus on what happened, alright? Now, I need you to go into details about the fire. Just start where it's easiest for you, please. PoI-6168: Let me think about it for a moment… It was almost two months since my mom passed away. That day, my dad went downtown to do some paperworks concerning our garden, as he had planned to lease it out after I moved to Hanoi. So I was alone in my house. I took that "chance", and started what I would call… my rituals. Rsr. Phan: What kind of ritual was that? Was it similar to your mother's? PoI-6168: I'm getting to it. (takes a deep breath) This seems unrelated, but… Have I told you that I once had a dog? He was a Phú Quốc Ridgeback that my dad brought home from the island. Back then I was in 4th grade, and he was just a puppy. I named him "Hẻn'', which means yellow or golden in the Tày language, since his coat is golden colored. He was a lovely pet, and possibly my only friend back then. He was really active, but whenever I had to do my homework, he just lied silently by my side, never asking me to pet him or disturbing me otherwise. He was able to sense it when someone in my family was not feeling well. He was extremely loyal to my family, and if we were not welcoming someone to our home, he never let them in. Really smart and emotional dog, as people always say about those Phú Quốc Ridgebacks. Unfortunately, he couldn't stay with us for long. Someone in the village poisoned him to death out of spite when I was in 7th grade. Rsr. Phan: Oh, that must've been awful for you. PoI-6168: Yes, I was in despair for many days. My parents were sad, too. I'd even thought that I could never see him again, until… My parents gave me a dog statue as a birthday gift that year. Dad even spent all his Tết.Vietnamese for "Lunar New Year". vacation carving it for me from a nice log of wood he'd found in the forest. And it was in no way similar to those ordinary statues you see in souvenir shops. It had multiple pieces, which was my mother's idea. After putting all those pieces together, you'll get a wooden dog that looks quite like Hẻn. Needless to say, I was overjoyed. I'd never seen any craftwork like that before, anything so creative and beautiful. Rsr. Phan: That's interesting. Was there a reason why your mother had thought of making it that way? PoI-6168: My mother's original idea was, she would only give me some pieces on my birthday rather than the entire statue, and I had to earn the rest of them myself. Whenever I did a good deed or I made progress at school, she would let me have a few more pieces as a prize. She promised that once I've got all the pieces and completed building the statue… She would revive Hẻn using it as his new body with her magic. Rsr. Phan: That's actually a clever idea. It kept you motivated, didn't it? PoI-6168: Certainly so. And my mom was not someone that would swallow her words. By the end of my 9th grade school year, there were only around a dozen pieces missing. But… That was also when my mom passed away. (Silence. PoI-6168 lowers her head for a while. After roughly a minute, she holds her head up again.) PoI-6168: My mother's only regret was that she wasn't able to keep her promise with me. She had planned to give me all the remaining pieces after I finished the entrance exam to our school, whether I passed or not. Because, she said, I'd grown up to be considerate and courageous. I dared to dream big, and had been so determined and persistent with my goal. In our village, there had never been a kid who had the guts to aim at a high school for gifted students, let alone at one in big cities like Hanoi. She told me where she hid the remaining pieces, and that the statue would be the last gift she could have had for me. I'd sworn to carefully appreciate it before she closed her eyes forever, but… In the end, I still couldn't keep my promise by making such a big mistake. Along with the remaining pieces, I found the instructions for the reviving ritual. It was a strange ritual, nothing like my mother's. There were no then songs I had to sing. I wasn't even sure whether it actually belonged to us Tày people or not, but let's brush that aside. My thoughts were simple: if there was any way I could complete her last wish, if she could see me achieve my goal and live happily beside my childhood friend from the sky, she would be able to rest in peace. To me, Hẻn wasn't just a pet and the statue wasn't just a decorative showpiece. They were a significant part of my childhood, and proof of how much my parents love me. So when I finally had a chance, I followed the instructions my mom left behind, and… things happened. I didn't hope for the ritual to succeed. I just wanted to try it out at least once. But I should have listened to my mother, as always. When I was younger, I used to ask her why she could do magic, but I couldn't. She said that her magical ability was a gift from the gods, and she was lucky enough to receive it. As her descendant, I had a higher chance than others to receive that "gift", but it was still uncertain. So I asked her, what if the gods didn't bestow that "gift" on me? She told me that the gods had different gifts for everyone. And I would eventually realize what they had for me when I became mature enough. She was right. I would never be gifted with magic, or probably anything else. By doing something that wasn't meant for me to do, I have angered the gods. I deserve their punishments. The ritual went smoothly at first. But then everything started to derail - I was in the middle of reciting a chant when a strong gust of wind blew through the altar I set up in our yard, knocking some candles down. The flame catched on the statue, and on everything else. I… I'm sorry, I can't really recall anything other than that. My memory abruptly went fuzzy at that point. It was so remarkable that I should be able to remember more of it, but… Rsr. Phan: It's fine, it's fine, don't try too hard. Just tell me what you remember. PoI-6168: The next thing I realized was both the house and our garden were on fire. I was screaming into my phone, probably 114..The emergency fire hotline of Vietnam. I got a few burns, my head hurt, and I didn't know how much time had passed before that. I tried to look out for the statue, but the fire had totally engulfed my altar. It took quite a long time for the fire brigade to reach my house, probably because our village was so remote. (Silence.) Rsr. Phan: Alright, thank you for trying; that should be enough. Do you need a moment to calm down? PoI-6168: Well, actually, no. I feel… kind of relieved finally being able to talk about it. Can we continue right now? <End Log> Researcher's Commentary: According to our investigation reports, the incident resulted from uncontrolled thaumaturgic backlash, and the markings left on-scene were proof that the wielder has neither natural thaumaturgic potential nor received any training. Thaumaturgy is not my profession, so I can't say I fully understand what was going on, but to the best of my knowledge, the incident was not and has never been any kind of "punishment". She doesn't "deserve" it. On the other hand, SCP-6168 is now safely in our custody, totally unbeknownst to her. As a psychologist, I've had counseling sessions in which I felt like there was not really anything appropriate that I could talk about with my client. Moreover, there is this golden rule in our profession: the client is the one who knows best about their problems. This is the first time in my career that this dilemma has occurred: There are facts about the client's problems that I know but she doesn't, yet it's against my mission that I disclose them to her. Though even if she knew all of this, I doubt it would help her overcome her problems more easily. With the information I've collected today, I can speculate that the investigation will soon come to an end. However, I personally believe that the surveillance, or I would rather say, the counseling of PoI-6168 should be continued. We must, and we have totally gained her trust for the sake of this investigation, so we are to be responsible for it. It is now too late to leave her by herself, which will only place her in a situation even worse than before. + Open Counseling Session 05 - Close Date of Recording: 22/09/2016 Foreword: This counseling session was held after the investigation into Incident 6168/A was concluded. Considering Researcher Phan Kiều Trang's purview on PoI-6168, her surveillance duties were to be continued as a low-priority mission under the management of SCP-6168's containment team. Some counseling logs from this point are attached to SCP-6168's file to clarify on this stage of surveillance, as well as Researcher Phan's approaches to PoI-6168's mental problems. <Begin Log> (PoI-6168 is sitting on the couch inside Researcher Phan's office, leaning backwards.) Rsr. Phan: Alright, are you feeling relaxed yet? PoI-6168: Yes, Ms. Trang. Rsr. Phan: Good. Let's begin with revising the script that we've agreed on, shall we? PoI-6168: Okay. First up, I am in the house and I need to find a way to get out. I walk to the window at the front. When my mother arrives, I climb onto the window and jump down. My mother is holding her arms out for me, and then I grasp hers. Then I will try to stand up, and get away with her to somewhere safe. Rsr. Phan: You got it. Please relax your muscles and close your eyes, okay? Good. Now start imagining you're back inside your house… Concentrate on your thoughts… How does it look around you right now? How are you feeling? PoI-6168: (tightly shut her eyes) There is fire. Lots of fire, it's scorching hot in here. It's burning. Rsr. Phan: Can you see anywhere that seems to be less dangerous? PoI-6168: Which direction, let me see… Okay, over there, at the front. It's faraway, but it seems safest. Rsr. Phan: Alright. Now you need to walk in that direction. Tell me how many steps you've got. PoI-6168: Alright… (starts breathing heavily) One step, two steps… Oh I need to get back my balance! Alright, here we go. Three, Four… Rsr. Phan: Make sure your steps are steady; the faster the better, but don't lose your balance. If there's anything to hold on, hold on it. PoI-6168: (clenches her fist, grabbing the linen on the couch) Alright, alright. I'm almost there. (pauses) I'm at a window, what's next? Rsr. Phan: You're doing good. Release your muscles. Is there anyone outside? PoI-6168: Yes, yes. My mom was there. Mom! I'm here! What? (nods continuously, breathes heavily) O… Okay… Rsr. Phan: That's right! Climb on there, quick! PoI-6168: What should I do now? What?… It's dangerous down there! Rsr. Phan: Don't look if you're afraid. Just jump down! PoI-6168: (tightly shuts her eyes) Mom, hold onto me when I fall down! Rsr. Phan: Yes, that's right!… PoI-6168: One, two, three… Aaaaaaah!… Mom, no, mom, no no no no no… (PoI-6168 opens her eyes and sits up, panting. Sweat can be seen on her forehead.) PoI-6168: Where… I was… Rsr. Phan: Calm down, calm down, I'm here with you. You're in my office. Deep breath, okay? Relax your muscles. Breathe in… Breathe out… (PoI-6168 took a few deep breaths.) Rsr. Phan: You're okay yet? (pauses) What happened? PoI-6168: I fell down the pit again. I tried to hold my hands out, but I missed hers… Why, Ms. Trang, why? Rsr. Phan: This is only your first time. That's not unusual; it's actually great that you got so far. You have to believe you can hold onto your mother next time, okay? You'll get there. How do you feel right now? PoI-6168: I'm tired, and a bit dizzy. Frightened, also. It's good to know I'm safe. Rsr. Phan: Let's get some rest and then do it again, shall we? PoI-6168: Wait what, doing it again today? Rsr. Phan: Yes. Come on, you can do it, I believe in you. The more you're familiar with this exercise, the faster your nightmares will subsidize. <End Log> UPDATE 15/10/2016: Starting from the beginning of September 2016, SCP-6168 has been observed to perform movements increasingly more flexible than before. By the time of this update, SCP-6168 has been able to curl up while lying down and has tried to chase its own tail, although much more awkwardly than non-anomalous dogs. However, while performing activities that it had not fully accustomed to beforehand, SCP-6168's vocalizations usually showed signs of severe discomfort. X-ray screening results indicated the appearance of bones similar to that of a domestic dog with SCP-6168's size inside its wooden structure. It was presumed that SCP-6168's unfamiliarity with the position and functioning of its new bones has caused it much internal pain. A discussion was raised on whether SCP-6168's bones should be removed for inspection and to ease its discomfort. This motion was later rejected following the discovery that these bones appeared in a predictable pattern, which implied that SCP-6168's skeletal system would complete materializing at an undetermined point in the future. Extra on-site veterinarian personnel have been appointed to take care of SCP-6168. + Open Counseling Session 09 - Close Date of Recording: 20/10/2016 <Begin Log> (PoI-6168 is sitting on the couch in Researcher Phan's office, leaning back, eyes closed.) PoI-6168: (mumbles) One, two, three!… (pauses, then screams) Mom, mom! No!… (PoI-6168 opens her eyes, breathes out and stares blankly into the air for a few seconds. She then buries her head into her hands, weeping.) Rsr. Phan: Seems like you're still yet to succeed. PoI-6168: (sighs) Certainly so. Rsr. Phan: Do you want to take a break? PoI-6168: I'll appreciate that. Rsr. Phan: I feel like you're having something else on your mind. Perhaps any problems at school? PoI-6168: It's still the same thing. Sometimes I can't really focus in class. I know that I should be paying attention to what the teachers say, but I can't force myself to. Their words feel like meaningless noise to me, going into one ear and out from the other. Rsr. Phan: And some uncontrollable thoughts still pop up in your head when that happens, right? PoI-6168: Yes. I regularly have thoughts of the past, of my parents and the fire. Though, I've been thinking a lot about my father recently. Rsr. Phan: Do you have any idea why? PoI-6168: I'm not sure, but maybe it's because he is sick right now. Nothing serious, just a common cold, but he's gotten it for a couple days without me knowing. Rsr. Phan: Oh, that's unfortunate. I hope he gets well soon. So how are your intrusive thoughts related to that? PoI-6168: I've been thinking, like, I should have known about his situation way sooner. I thought of my recent phone calls with him, and I realized I've been calling him much less since I moved to Hanoi. I thought of the days after the fire when I had to stay in the hospital and just wanted to be left alone. On these days, my dad managed to give me some space and let me be by myself when I needed to, but still took care of me as much as he could. It was totally different from when Mom passed away - Dad went back home all the way from Phú Quốc and we were always by each other's side, because we only had each other to rely on. He even accompanied me to Hanoi on my exam days afterwards. I feel like I'm a bad daughter. Dad always goes out of his way for me, even when he has to suffer from much more stress than I do. Yet I still distance myself from him, and haven't done anything to compensate for him… Rsr. Phan: After your mother passed away, you and your father were always together. That means you've talked to him a lot about how you truly felt, right? PoI-6168: Yes. Rsr. Phan: Have you tried to do so after the fire? PoI-6168: Well… (shakes her head) No. I'm going to be honest with you - I'm afraid of mentioning the fire in front of him. I've lied to him about how it happened, and I don't want him to know the true reason with a slip of my tongue. Rsr. Phan: So what did you tell him then? And why did you think lying was necessary? PoI-6168: I told him that the fire started when I was cooking for lunch and I didn't pay attention. It would be unjust if I didn't admit that it was my fault, but I didn't want to let him know of my ritual. I was afraid that by doing so, I would put even more pressure on him. He was already stressed - to him, Mom passing away was a tremendous loss, and since then he has to take care of me financially all by himself. And… I'm ashamed to say this, but I feared that if I told him the truth, he would come to hate me or would decide to stop supporting my studies. Had he known that I ruined our house and our garden in such a stupid way, he would have been so upset. I know my father loves them much, much more than me; he has lived in that house since the day he was born, and the garden was once his livelihood. They also reminded him of my late mother, too. Rsr. Phan: I understand. But let's look at it in another way, shall we? Your father loves you unconditionally - you know that much better than I do. Regardless of how upset he might be if he knew, there will be no way he would come to totally despise or disown you. Our ancestors have a proverb, "Losing wealth is nothing compared to losing life." You have safely survived the fire - I believe it's all that matters to him. I want to ask you a question: How much do you need your father? PoI-6168: He's the only loved one I have left. I've lost my mother; I can't imagine how my life would be without him too. Rsr. Phan: That's exactly how much he needs you. You're the person that understands him the most; he's the one who's best at empathizing with you. Resolving any hurdle between you and him will be beneficial for both of you. By hiding the truth from him, you're bottling up all of your feelings related to it - and these feelings are what prevents you from making progress with everything else. Your nightmares, your attention span, everything. PoI-6168: So you mean… I should tell him the truth? Rsr. Phan: You know the answer, don't you? <End Log> UPDATE 24/10/2016: SCP-6168's agility has been improving continuously. By the end of October 2016, it has been able to perform complex activities such as doing high jumps and scratching its ears with its hind leg, although its signs of discomfort still persisted. SCP-6168's skeletal system completed materializing on 20/10/2016.On this day, PoI-6168's 9th counseling session with Researcher Phan was organized. and has been fully functional since. SCP-6168's stress began to lessen on the evening of the next day. Based on the correlation between these events and PoI-6168's activities, as well as prior observations, the relationship between SCP-6168's physical state and PoI-6168's mental wellbeing was established. Researcher Phan's surveillance duty was reassigned from low-priority to high-priority in maintaining the long-term containment of SCP-6168. Following its recovery, SCP-6168 has started showing affection to personnel who had taken care of it, as well as a significantly higher level of activity. On-site staff are now allowed to visit SCP-6168 and play with it during their off-duty hours. + Open Counseling Session 10 - Close Date of Recording: 27/10/2016 <Begin Log> Rsr. Phan: Mai, you look quite cheerful today. How's it going? PoI-6168: Very well, Ms. Trang. Maybe it's because I've been able to sleep quite soundly for a couple days. You were right that I should tell my dad the truth about the fire. I really shouldn't have been so afraid of it. Rsr. Phan: That sounds great. Can you please tell me how it went? PoI-6168: Of course. I tried calling him on that evening right after our last session. I felt like I shouldn't wait for too long because, you know, if I procrastinated, maybe I would postpone it forever and never actually get to call my dad. But even then, it took all my courage to just dial his number, and waiting for his answer felt like eternity. I wanted it to be done as quickly as possible. After making sure that he was fine, I jumped right into it. I don't exactly remember my phrasings, but I tried to get through the core details as fast as I could, hoping that he would be less upset. He was dumbfounded, I could tell. It took a while for him to put two and two together, and the first thing he said afterwards was I should get some rest and go to sleep early. I couldn't sleep that night. Rsr. Phan: Well, what… PoI-6168: No, wait, Ms. Trang, it's not over yet. I called him again the next evening. His reaction in that first call baffled me, and I'd rather hear him scolding me than not knowing whether he was actually angry or not. Dad still picked up my call, but he wanted to do a video call instead of only talking to me about it. I was in utter shock. Rsr. Phan: If I were you, I would very likely feel the same. Did he have something serious that he wanted to tell you? PoI-6168: Indeed. He was upset about it, of course, but not because of me. Regardless of me having made it clear to him that I started the fire on purpose, he still thought that the fire was something no one could expect. But the main thing was - he had already prepared himself mentally for not being able to keep the house and the garden exactly how they were. All without my knowledge. Rsr. Phan: Did he tell you why? PoI-6168: I presume you would wonder, and yes, I was surprised too. Had it not been for my mother's death, he actually would renovate our house after I finished my exams. To brighten our lives, he said. Leasing the garden out was a decision he made with a heavy heart, but since we still need income from it, it was the right thing for him to do. Once he has leased it out, he would no longer have control over what the tenant did with our old plants. Even if the fire hadn't burned all of them, the tenant would probably replace them anyways. Either way, he must come to accept that the garden would never appear as it was before. We talked with each other until late at night, and he gave me a lot of advice. Since he came to Phú Quốc for work, Dad said, he had come to be much more open to changes. He'd learned that changes, whether great or small, were a crucial part of our lives that we couldn't avoid. And the only way to move past life-changing events was to learn how to accept them. Rsr. Phan: I think he was right; you need to take that advice to heart. PoI-6168: I'll see what I can do. <End Log> UPDATE 18/12/2016: After the complete manifestation of SCP-6168's skeletal structure, skin slowly started to appear on different parts of its body, with golden-colored fur growing unevenly. SCP-6168's wooden component pieces under its skin were also being converted into flesh and muscles. This flesh was connected to its skeletal structure, its skin, as well as other unconverted wooden parts with connective tissues. This converting process seemed to itch SCP-6168 extremely, as it was observed to frequently scratch on its newly-formed skin to the point of slightly rupturing it. This itchy sensation also seriously disrupted SCP-6168's sleep pattern, resulting in a much lower level of activity and responsive behavior. SCP-6168 were often seen to curl up in a corner of its containment chamber, quietly vocalizing its distress. Testing yielded results that this converting process is thaumaturgic in nature. DNA test results were consistent with the genome of domestic dogs. Extra veterinarian personnel were appointed to take care of SCP-6168, with focus on antiseptic. Despite currently comprising living parts, SCP-6168 still does not need to be provided with nourishment. Researcher Phan Kiều Trang have been notified to pay close attention to PoI-6168's recovery. + Open Counseling Session 17 - Close Date of Recording: 29/12/2016 <Begin Log> Rsr. Phan: Let's go through your nightmare tracking calendar, as usual. (pauses) You're making great progress, Mai. In the last month, your nightmare frequency has reduced to a maximum of only once per week. This week you've already experienced a nightmare, but last week you didn't; that's still alright. It's better to be slow but steady anyways. PoI-6168: I guess so. Rsr. Phan: Seems like you aren't in a good mood today. What's the problem? PoI-6168: I've just received my school transcripts for this semester. Rsr. Phan: Oh, I see. You're not satisfied with it, aren't you? PoI-6168: That's right. (sighs) To be honest, my grades are among our class' lowests. Both my homeroom teacher and my dad have shown their concern, since my entrance exam results were not bad. They understand that it's because of my mental problems and not that I neglected studying, but I can still see how disappointed they are. Their comparison makes me wonder whether I actually belong to this place, and whether coming here to study was the right decision. I've been to therapy for an entire semester; I could have done so much better than that. (PoI-6168 takes a deep breath.) PoI-6168: If my mom were still here, I guess she would advise me to ignore other people's judgements and try harder in the next semester. She would tell me that I still have many chances to redeem myself. But Hanoi is so much different from home. It's such a competitive environment here; everyone is studying day and night, wanting to be the best. My classmates are no longer children from the villages around where I lived; they come from provinces all over the country, and a large number of them have been living in Hanoi since they were born. Before they joined our school, and even now, they have been taking extra classes taught by the most famous teachers where they lived. The lessons are much more complex than when I was studying secondary school in my hometown, but somehow everyone seems to be able to digest all that extra knowledge. And then there I am, having no access to books or extra classes that would help me boost myself. How could I compete with them? Rsr. Phan: I understand that lacking resources can be a disadvantage, but at this stage, your mental state still matters the most. Extra lessons and extra books probably won't help when you're still bothered by thoughts that you can't control while you're studying. PoI-6168: …Actually, you're right. When I read a question in an exam paper, I could identify which topic it belonged to totally fine, and I did know that the teachers had taught us about them. I thought my attention span would get better after I resolved the problem with my dad, but since then, nothing has changed. I was often so embarrassed, desperate and guilty that I couldn't dedicate myself to studying anymore. That happened when I wrote my exams too, so I've lost so much time that I should have utilized more effectively. Especially when I had to write essays and my thoughts needed to be kept streamlined, you know? (Silence. PoI-6168 bursts into tears.) I don't want my life to be like this anymore. Do you understand what it's like to be the only person coming from an ethnic minority group in my class? At the beginning of the school year, when everyone was curious about each other, I was noticed by my classmates - and even students from other classes - in quite a peculiar way. Their words always meant things like "Oh, you belong to the Tày ethnicity, you come from the remote mountainous area, so you must've tried so hard to get here, you must be so talented." Like, isn't that obvious? To pass the entrance exam, everyone must try their best, aren't they? And then a few months later, when my grades weren't that great, they turned to be like "Oh, I thought this Tày girl is somewhat extraordinary, but it turns out she's actually nothing special. If I can't even beat her, I'm gotta be such a fool." Why must I always be special, why do I always need to surpass others in order to be recognized and appreciated? Is it because I am different from everyone? I had thought that by coming to Hanoi for high school, people wouldn't see me as the black sheep anymore. I had thought that by doing so, I can help pull my mom and my dad out of their misery. Maybe I was wrong after all. My mom passed away because she tried to gather more money to support my dream of coming to Hanoi. My dad's garden, our livelihood, was burnt to ashes. Hẻn was gone forever too. What's the point of trying my best now when the ones I love either still have to suffer, or are no longer by my side? Rsr. Phan: (hugs PoI-6168, and pats on her back) It's fine, dear. I'm here for you, don't be afraid to cry. (Researcher Phan pauses recording. An unknown amount of time passes before the footage continues.) (Silence. PoI-6168's weeping dies down.) Rsr. Phan: Mai, can you help me out a bit? I've been trying to recall your mother's last words; there's something she said that would be suitable for you right now, but I can't remember exactly. PoI-6168: My mother's last words… That day, I was in the hospital, sitting beside her bed, tears in my eyes exactly like right now. She was lying limp, her eyes glassy, but still holding my hands. And she said… I must start living for my future, not for my past. I should not expect that one day I can rebuild the past exactly as it once was; instead, I need to aim for things still ahead of me. Everything that has happened to us, including her upcoming death, should not be the pain holding me back but the wings for me to ascend. She had lived a life with barely any regrets, and she hoped that when I looked back into my past, I too wouldn't regret anything. Wait, do you mean… Rsr. Phan: Mai, you're definitely an intelligent girl. What's your idea? PoI-6168: My mother wanted me to always put myself first. Only when I truly care about myself will I no longer need to worry about my old life back in our village and what others think of me. She hoped that I would have a career that I love, just like my parents when I was a kid. When I've accomplished that, I'll no longer have to worry about finding a way to support my beloved ones. Rsr. Phan: That's right. You can still find your own peace and happiness, and you still deserve them after so much loss. Your mother will live forever in your heart, your father is only a phone call away from you, and you won't need any physical reminders of your loved ones as long as you keep them in your mind. (Silence. PoI-6168 sniffs and wipes her tears.) PoI-6168: (quietly) I— I got it. (pauses, looks up at Rsr. Phan) Thank you. Thank you so much. Rsr. Phan: You're welcome. It's my job to help you after all. PoI-6168: (holds her head up with a smile) Now, can we get back to our usual business? Rsr. Phan: Oh, alright, you surprised me. Let's continue then. Since our current treatment for your concentration problems is not working, I suggest a change; however, other approaches will involve more stress before they actually work. Before we continue, do you feel like you can put up with more stress in the following days? PoI-6168: If they are able to help with my healing, then there's no reason I should refuse. Just… Ms. Trang, please don't make it too stressful for me, alright? Rsr. Phan: Well, let's see. Now, I am going to explain to you more thoroughly about some of the other approaches, and then we'll make a decision, okay? <End Log> Researcher's Commentary: There is one point I can wholeheartedly relate to her: When I was appointed to this mission, I used to frequently have doubts that I might not be suitable for the job. At that point, I was simply a scientific researcher and therapist, with no prior experience in surveying a PoI. However, after working with her, I can confidently assert that a psychologist like me would be the best fit for this position. After all, what's the point of surveillance if you have no intention to try your best at understanding the mentality of your subject? I've also visited SCP-6168 every time I went back on-site. Seeing its condition motivates me even more, although SCP-6168 and PoI-6168 will probably never see each other again. Despite its current state, SCP-6168 is truly a good boy. I hope it gets well soon. UPDATE 03/01/2017: On 30/12/2016, the last exterior wood segment on SCP-6168's body was converted to skin and flesh. It has been scratching itself significantly less since then, although its level of distress has not alleviated. Instead, SCP-6168's vocalizations started showing signs of slight but constant, prolonged internal pain. CT scan results indicated the novel appearance of two flesh masses in SCP-6168's chest cavity and cranium. These masses were respectively presumed to be its heart and brain. On 01/01/2017, SCP-6168 first expressed its need for nourishment; filtered water and dog food with suitable amounts for its size were provided. This diet is to be supplied for SCP-6168 from this point onwards. SCP-6168's remaining internal wooden segments are expected to convert into corresponding internal organs in an undefined amount of time, depending on PoI-6168's recovery progress. + Open Collected Notes - January-April 2017 - Close The following documents are some of the journal entries written by PoI-6168 during her course of recovery in the aforementioned timeframe. Starting from January 2017, PoI-6168 was instructed by Researcher Phan to keep a journal and cross out negative thoughts that she has written down when she identifies them in her writing. Researcher Phan has taken photos of these entries with her hidden body camera during her counseling sessions with PoI-6168. 24/1/17 Tết is coming. My roommates and classmates are already bagging their stuff, preparing for their trip back to their hometown. Some of those living in Hanoi are doing so too. I don't really want to come back home, but the dorm will close during the Tết holiday, so I basically have nowhere else to go. Other villagers probably won't welcome me back. This is my first Tết without mom Nevermind. Dad will also come home, and we also have to prepare our Tết meals as offerings for Mom. I should probably get my stuff packed before I go to sleep. I miss Dad and Mom so much. If Mom were still at home, we would have so much fun together this year. 29/1/17 These Tết homework assignments are so difficult. I'll probably get a bad grade on these Math problems. At least I got my Literature essay finished today. For the Math ones, I should check our class' Messenger group. I've already seen some of my classmates asking for help over there. Or maybe not; just copying others' works won't make me any better. What if they don't want me to Not many things to do these days. 3 days left until I finally come back to Hanoi. Maybe I should spend some time taking a look at Linh's notes of all the lessons last semester. She's really nice for sending me photos of her notebook. Does she think that I'm pitiful? I hope next semester I won't need her notes anymore. 19/2/17 Linh gave me a dog plushie for my birthday earlier today. I'm surprised she still remembers that I like dogs. The plushie is cute, but it reminds me of Mom and Hẻn. It reminds me of that year when I got the statue for my birthday. [Unintelligible text; presumed to be crossed over multiple times with ballpoint pen.] I shouldn't be thinking this I didn't intend to start the fire. I couldn't control that gust of wind. Before it happened, I had no idea that my ritual could result in such an incident. My mom didn't pass away because of me. Aiming for HSSH was my goal, working in the forest was her decision. Her death was not a consequence of my ambition. I don't need a physical reminder of my loved ones to feel their presence in my mind. Don't know if writing these sentences down helps or not. Just wrote these because Ms. Trang made me learn them by heart and write them down whenever I think otherwise. I can't really see their effect yet, but she said it would work. Nevermind. Even if they don't work, they won't harm me anyways. 1/3/17 My grade point average is saved!! I got my first 9 on the mid-term Literature essay, no less. A 10 in Literature is obviously impossible, but a 9 for my class is still pretty rare - our specialized subject is Literature, so it's not easy to get away with writing something sub-par. I did expect a better grade than before since I was able to concentrate throughout that 90 minutes to write, but I had no idea it would turn out so amazing. My teacher even commented that I have "deeper thoughts" than teenagers my age - it really made my day. I've called Dad and now he's also on cloud nine with me. I can already imagine how joyful Ms. Trang will be when I tell her about this tomorrow. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that we were allowed to choose between multiple topics and had so much time to prepare beforehand. But what's the whole point, if it was not for us to gain a better result? My classmates were taken aback because of my grade on this essay, and probably some of them were thinking that I'd cheated. I don't really mind them. I imagine Mom would be so disappointed if I took their words seriously. 23/3/17 […] Ms. Trang said my recent progress was impressive. It's been almost a month since my last nightmare - and I don't even remember on which day it was. My journal entries are now longer, and these days I don't have to cross out as much as I did when I started writing them. I hope my nightmares won't ever come back to haunt me. I've had enough of them already. I'm gonna miss having Mom in my dreams, though. At this point it's not necessary for me to visit Ms. Trang's office weekly anymore; she said once per two weeks is fine. That means more time for my studying - which is great, since we're having so many exams. 16/4/17 Today our homeroom teacher informed us that she will open extensive studying sessions for those who want to participate in our school's next Literature Olympiad. This news has taken the whole class by storm. Student olympiads weren't really a big thing in my secondary school, but considering the coveted rewards our school offers, I can comprehend why everyone wants to join them. The top competitors of my school will each get a slot to study in the National University and enter the National Literature Olympiad for students. And if you win an award there afterwards, you can directly apply to many other universities without your university entrance exam results. I haven't considered participating in the Olympiad because of my terrible grades last semester, and because I haven't really thought of which university I will aim for. But I've been much more confident with my writings recently, and others have also looked at me differently since that mid-term essay. Perhaps I might stand a chance? Probably someone in the class will laugh at my idea I don't care. I'll check back with my homeroom teacher tomorrow. + Open Surveillance Log 31 - Close Date of Recording: 18/05/2017 <Begin Log> Rsr. Phan: Oh, you're still here, Mai? I thought you'd come back home already. PoI-6168: I'll be on my way this afternoon. Before I go, I just want to pay you a visit and bring you a present. (handles Rsr. Phan a bag) These are some Phú Quốc peppercorns that my dad sent from the island. He wants to thank you for having helped me throughout the school year. Rsr. Phan: That's so generous of him; please send him my gratitude. PoI-6168: Of course I will. Rsr. Phan: The school year has finally come to an end, right? PoI-6168: That's right. You know, I almost cried at the year-end ceremony yesterday. The principal mentioned in his speech that this year's Psychological Assistance Initiative had been a resounding success, citing my story as an example. The "student" in his speech was kept anonymous, but anyone who's a bit close to me knew in an instance that it was me. Rsr. Phan: Something to be proud of, isn't it? Next year you won't need to come here on a schedule anymore, but don't be afraid to pass by whenever you have time. You'll always be welcome here. PoI-6168: Of course I will. Anyways Ms. Trang, do you remember this thing my mother once told me? That the gods have different presents for everyone, and when I'm mature enough I'll realize what my present is. I think… Now I've understood what they have for me. Rsr. Phan: I'm really glad you do. When you arrive at home, make sure to light a stick of incense for your mother and tell her about it, okay? PoI-6168: Do you want to know what it is? Rsr. Phan: Well, sure. PoI-6168: It's… <End Log> + Open File SCP-6168 - Current Iteration Updated on: 25/05/2017 Item #: SCP-6168 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6168 is to be kept in a medium-sized standard animal containment cell. It should be provided with food and water rations suitable for domestic dogs of its size. On-site personnel are permitted to visit and play with SCP-6168 during their off-duty hours. Description: SCP-6168 is a domestic dog (Canis lupus familiaris) of Phú Quốc Ridgeback breed with golden-colored coating. Although it currently possesses no anomalous properties, the method by which it was created is anomalous in nature. Further information on SCP-6168 can be retrieved from other documents attached to this file. |
SCP-6169 | euclid | hungrypossum Check out more of my works at Hungrypossum's Petting Zoo! Item#: 6169 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6169 in containment Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6169 is to be contained 50 km north of Site-19 on a farm owned by Stanley's Produce1. Documents which contain redacted information, or information requiring specific clearance to access, are not to be brought within 2 km of this enclosure. Test proposals may be submitted to the Head Researcher on site (currently Head Researcher Charlotte Weber). Update 18/03/2009: Personnel assigned to SCP-6169 are encouraged to interact with it on a daily basis. Acceptable forms of interaction include, but are not limited to: feeding, grooming, medical examinations, testing etc. Update 27/03/2014: Daily interactions are to be of a playful manner, and to be carried out for a total of one hour per day at minimum. Description: SCP-6169 is a brown male alpaca (Vicugna pacos) physically indistinguishable from non-anomalous specimens. Its behaviour, when not in the presence of humans, does not deviate from the norm for its species. However, if a human is within a 20 meter line of sight from SCP-6169 and not maintaining visual contact, it will exhibit a series of activities designed to attract the person's attention2. For as long as visual and/or physical contact is maintained, SCP-6169 adopts an amicable behaviour. SCP-6169's anomalous effect manifests when censored material is brought within 1 km 300 m 100 m 15 m of it (see Addendum 2), which causes said material to have all of its redacted information uncensored. The anomaly seems to be able to recognise the intent to obfuscate information; for instance, text that has had sections intentionally hidden or expunged will return to its uncensored state, but writing upon which ink has been accidentally spilled will be left unaltered; falsified information is, likewise, unaffected by SCP-6169. All affected materials return to their censored state once removed from the anomaly's area of effect. SCP-6169 has been noted to affect digital and physical text, as well as audio and video media; copies of censored materials are also affected. Furthermore, in the case of electronic text documents, information requiring a certain clearance level to access is also considered censored. In this case, any input prompt awaiting appropriate credentials will be rendered inactive, and a symbol depicting an alpaca displayed alongside it. Recovery: On 11/03/2009 Foundation agents embedded in several television service providers received reports of an evening comedy show containing uncensored strong language, while being rated as TV-PG. While such events are not unheard of, reports originated exclusively in the town of Mount Pleasant, NY, with the program being broadcast nationally. After ascertaining that profanity was indeed censored in the original recording, the Foundation was notified of a potential anomaly within the area. At the scene, SCP-6169 was located atop a chalk drawing of a person apparently participating in a protest. Said person's eyes and mouth were obscured by black bars, and they were holding a pancard featuring what appeared to be similarly obscured text. Preliminary on-site testing determined that the anomalous traits originated from the alpaca, with the drawing being completely ordinary. Interviews with locals revealed no eyewitnesses, and the location where the drawing and the object were found was not covered by any security cameras. As such, the drawing was removed and SCP-6169 set to be transported to Site-19. Due to the low number of people exposed to affected TV media, a cover story stating negligence in selecting the broadcast version was deemed a sufficient follow-up measure. En route to Site-19, its ability to affect text documents was made apparent by reports of restricted information being accesible to personnel lacking appropriate clearance. As such, containment at Site-19 was deemed unfeasible, and a nearby farm was purchased by a Foundation front company for the purpose of containing SCP-6169. Addendum 1: Several days after initial containment, during which time SCP-6169 has not interacted with personnel, the object displayed loss of appetite and generally poor vitality. During a medical examination, these symptoms were partially alleviated, with health improving gradually as the procedure carried on. Due to these circumstances, as well as its highly social behaviour, it was theorised that SCP-6169 requires human attention as a secondary form of sustenance. This theory has been proven by daily interactions between personnel and the object, which kept its health at consistently improved levels. Containment procedures have been updated accordingly. + Addendum 2 - Project Lumos - Level 4 clearance required - Hide addendum Input credentials 🦙🦙🦙 A proposal was made by Researcher Weber to use SCP-6169 as a means of acquiring information from documents recovered from certain Groups of Interest. The following e-mail exchange occured: Date: 02/04/2012 From: Researcher Charlotte Weber To: Dr. Tilda D. Moose, Site 19 Director Subject: SCP-6169 proposal Director Moose, During its long years of activity, the Foundation has contained numerous world-ending threats, eldritch horrors and, perhaps unsurprisingly, even gods. Looking at them, some of the most risky, but at the same time crucial operations are carried out to learn more about the anomalies, so that we can contain them more reliably. In this regard, every bit of extra information can save valuable resources, including human lives. Before working with SCP-6169, I was assigned to an artifact recovered from a certain group of interest. While the object itself was simple enough, the recovered documentation was nearly useless because of all the expunged information. This is to be expected, after all the Foundation is using the same mechanism because it's effective, but I believe we can avoid further such difficulties. I propose using SCP-6169 to extract information from documents recovered from groups of interest. Its anomalous effect has been shown to also apply to copies, so there is no need to risk the original documents. The provided information could save us days, if not weeks of experimenting to find out proper containment procedures, not to mention diminishing the risk undercover Foundation agents are exposed to. I hope these potential benefits are enough to make this worth considering. Regards, Researcher Charlotte Weber Date: 02/04/2012 From: Dr. Tilda D. Moose, Site 19 Director To: Researcher Charlotte Weber Subject: Re: SCP-6169 proposal Researcher Weber, The suggestion sounds promising, but unless there's a significant benefit, risks posed by using anomalies are too high. In this case, however, the potential benefits warrant at least a trial; as providence would have it, we just got our hands on something that we could test on. I will approve one experiment in this regard. Depending on the results, we might move forward with your proposal. Site Dir. Tilda Moose The experiment was approved by Site Director Moose on 05/04/2012. En-route to the anomaly's containment site, agents have noted that the anomalous effect's radius had been reduced to 300 m, 30% of the initially observed affected radius.3 The object of the experiment was a copy of a document acquired in a raid on a Chaos Insurgency base, featuring heavy redaction to the point of rendering 90% of the information illegible. Upon exposure to SCP-6169's effect, all redacted information became legible; however, two personnel were incapacitated by the effects of an embedded memetic agent. The additional text retrieved, however, provided vital information on a raid planned by CI operatives on a Foundation site, giving security personnel ample time to prepare for interception. Researcher Weber has been commended for her proposal, appointed Head Researcher in charge of SCP-6169 and given 4/6169 clearance. In light of this event, security has been strengthened around SCP-6169, as it would pose a significant informational risk should it be acquired by other Groups of Interest. Further such procedures may be undertaken, should the need arise, with Site Director Moose's approval under codename Project Lumos. Decodified documents are to be viewed only by personnel with high memetic resistance, in order to avoid further casualties. + Addendum 3 - Project Lumos updates - Level 4 clearance required - Hide addendum Input credentials ‘(◕(’人') ◕)' Starting with 2013, Project Lumos operations increased in frequency, reaching five procedures per week. At this stage, SCP-6169 began to show signs of fatigue for extended periods of time, as well as decreased appetite. These symptoms were averted by performing the Lumos operations in the entity's immediate vicinity, accounting for the entity's need for human attention. On 24/03/2014, following a particularly extensive Project Lumos operation, SCP-6169 collapsed in its enclosure. An emergency medical examination indicated stable vitals, and attributed the event to stress and exhaustion. Despite following previous interaction guidelines, the specimen did not regain consciousness until three days later. The increased stress was attributed to the overuse of its anomalous effect; thus, Head Researcher Weber contacted Site Director Moose regarding possible improvements on Project Lumos: Date: 25/03/2014 From: Head Researcher Charlotte Weber To: Dr. Tilda D. Moose, Site 19 Director Subject: Project Lumos concerns Director Moose, Throughout the last two years, Project Lumos has grown from a simple proposal made by a small-time researcher, to an important component of the Foundation's information network, and for this I must express my gratitude towards you, Site Director. Without your faith in my idea, I couldn't have contributed to the Foundation in such a significant way. All this being said, I do have some concerns related to our key instrument: SCP-6169 itself. As you have probably heard by now, the object has collapsed during the last operation, seemingly due to stress and exhaustion. As the direct overseer of everything SCP-6169-related, I can confirm that its health has gradually worsened as Lumos operations increased in frequency: decreased vitality, occasionally missing its feeding times, irregular sleeping schedule etc. If we keep going like this, I fear we might eventually lose the one thing that makes all of this work, which would be, to say the least, unfortunate. It is therefore my recommendation that we space out such activities to approximately one per week, with regular medical checkups. Regards, H. Res. Charlotte Weber Date: 25/03/2014 From: Dr. Tilda D. Moose, Site 19 Director To: Head Researcher Charlotte Weber Subject: Re: Project Lumos concerns Head Researcher Weber, I appreciate the kind words, but don't forget that this was your proposal, meaning you should take responsibility for its consequences. One Lumos operation per week means 52 per year. Considering the amount of documents we retrieve from other groups, this is not enough. Yes, it is better than none at all, but looking at the pace the Foundation has been moving, we need at least three times as many operations in the same timeframe. I understand your concerns, and losing this object would certainly hurt the Foundation, but we need to do better. You need to do better. You're a competent Head Researcher, Charlotte. I trusted you with this project then, and I trust you'll find a solution now, but I cannot approve of this suggestion. Find a better option. Don't make me regret my decision. Site Dir. Tilda Moose Date: 27/03/2014 From: Head Researcher Charlotte Weber To: Dr. Tilda D. Moose, Site 19 Director Subject: Re: Project Lumos concerns Director Moose, You're right, in hindsight that was a poor suggestion, especially coming from me. In an attempt to remedy this, I have spent the past days trying to find the mechanism behind SCP-6169's energy intake, hoping to be able to compensate for its fatigue and stress. I cannot say I uncovered everything there is to know about it, but I found something we can make use of, at least. Studying the timeframe around its recovery date, I stumbled upon a surge in alpaca-related internet memes on social media platforms. Most of these were part of an online anti-censorship movement, criticising policies adopted by certain countries that limited the citizens' freedom of speech. This, along with the circumstances of its recovery, is why I think the movement itself has some connection to our anomaly. As these posts dropped in frequency, so did the anomalous effect's range diminish, furthering the connection between the two. My theory is that SCP-6169 feeds on positive attention. More specifically, as we found out during its containment at our facility, its health depends on the attention it physically receives, while the radius of its effect depends on the attention it receives as an online phenomenon. The latter is easily taken care of: since the wave of alpaca-related memes has mostly died off, printing a few relevant social media posts and displaying them around its containment site would provide sufficient attention to the anomaly's conceptual aspect. With that out of the way, I will focus on the physical aspect. When we first contained this object, we noticed that it needed human interaction, and we adapted. We thought any kind of attention would be acceptable, so we decided to stay emotionally detached, as we normally do. Everything went as expected after that, until we started working on Project Lumos, or rather until the Project grew to the scale of multiple operations per week. We kept the daily interactions between operations, but we soon found out we were giving the anomaly the "wrong food". It needed positive attention, pleasant feelings, not just emotionless proximity to humans. This is where we can improve, if we want to keep the alpaca alive. My new proposal is as follows: operations related to Project Lumos should be carried out at most three times per week, and daily interactions are to be explicitly of a pleasant, occasionally playful manner. I realise this is in contradiction with the Foundation's usual, colder methods, but we cannot afford to lose SCP-6169 and this project. Regards, H. Res. Charlotte Weber Date: 27/03/2014 From: Dr. Tilda D. Moose, Site 19 Director To: Head Researcher Charlotte Weber Subject: Re: Project Lumos concerns Head Researcher Weber, If you believe this to be the best course of action we can take, then so be it. Updates approved. Site Dir. Tilda Moose Following Site Director Moose's approval, the containment procedures and Project Lumos protocol have been updated accordingly. Post-update, SCP-6169's physical health and range of effect have remained stable. Footnotes 1. A Foundation front company. 2. Most common such actions are jumping, running and making vocalisations indicative of joy. 3. Further tests have revealed a steady decline in the affected radius, albeit at a slower rate. For the current theory concerning SCP-6169's origin, as well as the weakening of its effect, consult Addendum 3. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6169" by hungrypossum, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6169. Licensed under CC-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: alpaca.jpg Name: Brown alpaca Author: Evelyn Simak License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: geograph.co.uk |
SCP-6170 | esoteric-class | Cole 13 and TopDownUnder More by Cole 13 More by TopDownUnder Item#: 6170 Level4 Containment Class: Draugr Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Notification from The Dept. Of Anomalous Communications and Relations This project is in current collaboration with the Dept. Of A.C.R, and the Director Dr. Cole Thereven has been made the current anomaly project director. Dr. Bright, accompanied by his handler at an Anomalous Victims Meeting. Dr. Bright was and currently is suffering from Multiple Semi-Personality Overlap. Special Containment Procedures: The corpse of SCP-6170 is stored in a Cryogenic Biovault at Area-34. Personnel are allowed access with permission from the SCP-6170 Project Head and one member of the O5 Council. Under no circumstances is the corpse of SCP-6170 to be dissected, modified, or otherwise desecrated. .Draugr-Class Objects are considered Neutralised or Decommissioned, but ongoing anomalous phenomena originates from them. Anomalies affected or created by SCP-6170-A are to be catalogued underneath a SCP-6170-B designation, but still retain a main database slot. If at all possible, SCP-6170-B instances are to be decommissioned. Description: SCP-6170 refers to a sentient entity that, until an incident in mid-2016, existed within ██████████, Ohio. SCP-6170 demonstrated stabilizing effects on anomalous phenomena, not just in its general vicinity but throughout reality. Objects with anomalous traits brought close to SCP-6170 would have these properties diminished, or in some cases, outright nullified. In mid-2016, due to circumstances outside of the Foundation's control, SCP-6170 was fatally wounded via gunshot wound. At first, no negative effects from its death were recorded and SCP-6170 was classified as Neutralised. However, recent analysis indicates that this incident has resulted in an increased amount of anomalous activity.For context, the amount of SCPs classified per year in 1976 was 3,406. In 2010 it was 5,231, in 2015 it was 5,754, and in 2017 it was 19,233.. Some preexisting anomalies have exhibited drastic changes in their nature, further deviating from normalcy. This ongoing event has been classified as SCP-6170-A. On top of the above proliferation of the anomalous, reality has also begun to show signs of deterioration and collapse. The Average Hume Level for Earth and the surrounding space had decreased by 0.02Hm between 2016 and 2017, a stark difference from the previous annual decline of 5-12Hm. Addendum.6170.1 DEATH OF SCP-6170 BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL This section of the file is Level 5/6170 classified, thus unavailable at your security level. PLEASE CONTINUE TO THE NEXT SECTION. 6170 Addendum.6170.2 EFFECTS OF SCP-6170-A Alongside the increased rate of anomalous activities noted above in the Description, a sharp increase in what could be considered "negative" events has occurred. This has ranged from the installation of dictatorships in third-world countries to an up-mark in the amount of annual natural disasters. On top of this, many preexisting anomalies have shown alterations to their anomalous properties. In many of these cases these alterations have resulted in properties that either pose a greater risk to human life or actively attempt to break the Veil. Below is a non-exhaustive list of anomalies affected by SCP-6170-A. CLASSIFICATION OBJECT CLASS IMAGE SCP-682 KETER Click to Enlarge. DESCRIPTION OF CHANGES During a containment breach two weeks after the death of SCP-6170, SCP-682 managed to escape into a local mountain range. After a month of searching, SCP-682 was discovered to have turned into a fleshy, stationary structure resembling a dead tree. Instead of fruits, SCP-682 bears small, reptilian-like organisms. The organisms demonstrate the same adaptability and regenerative ability as SCP-682. While they regenerate at a much slower pace and have shown to be capable of being terminated, they still pose a considerable threat. CLASSIFICATION OBJECT CLASS SCP-963/Dr. Jack Bright EUCLID DESCRIPTION OF CHANGES The "minds" SCP-963 had previously overridden have all simultaneously resurfaced, causing irreparable damage to the psyche of Dr. Jack Bright. While it was originally believed that the individuals SCP-963 were completely destroyed, this development has revealed that the amulet stores them in a similar fashion to SCP-3663. This has resulted in a condition similar to Multiple Semi-Personality Overlap, in which more than one individuals attempt to co-exist within the same body and exert control over the others. Cracks have begun to show on the ruby in the amulet's centre. CLASSIFICATION OBJECT CLASS SCP-4999 KETER DESCRIPTION OF CHANGES SCP-4999's anomalous ability pattern has completely reversed, appearing at birthings, handing the father a cigar, and holding the newborn child. SCP-4999 has made itself known to the public, sometimes appearing on the news. However, one trait is retained, SCP-4999 does not speak. SCP-4999 has become an icon, becoming the subject of many birthday cards, and gaining nicknames such as "Giver of Life" or "Father Birth". CLASSIFICATION OBJECT CLASS IMAGE SCP-2000 Neutralized Click to Enlarge. DESCRIPTION OF CHANGES Before its neutralization, SCP-2000's BZHRs had begun to malfunction. Incomplete humans were being produced at a massive scale, causing severe damage to SCP-2000's structural integrity. This led to a collapse of the facility's structure, rendering it unusable. CLASSIFICATION OBJECT CLASS IMAGE SCP-1845, SCP-3011, SCP-3466, SCP-3765, SCP-3778, SCP-3932 Safe/Euclid/Euclid/Euclid/Keter/Keter Click to Enlarge. DESCRIPTION OF CHANGES Throughout the world, multiple unrelated species of the Mammalia, Reptilia, Aves, and Amphibia classes suddenly gained sapience. A myriad of animal civilizations formed throughout the world, most of which follow a social order similar to SCP-1845. A majority of these feudal civilizations follow a denomination of Christianity which states that Adam and Eve were in fact two prokaryotic cells given life by God. Their beliefs also postulate that all non-hominoids are the true inheritors of the Earth, and that humans are merely a roadblock put there by the Devil. While a majority of these civilizations have yet to show active hostility towards humans, some of the pre-established ones (such as SCP-1845 and SCP-3932-Δ) have declared war on humanity at large. Update 02/12/2101: Species within the Arthropoda phylum and Chondrichthyes and Osteichthyes classes have begun to show signs of sapience and active hostility towards humanity. CLASSIFICATION OBJECT CLASS SCP-5441 Keter DESCRIPTION OF CHANGES The character "Dave" within SCP-5441 had become aware and attacked amnestics distributers during the monthly amnestic procedures with a pepper spray canister taped underneath his desk. "Dave" then informed the other inhabitants of SCP-5441 of their current situation. They have all since become aware. Regular practices inside SCP-5441 have halted. The individuals within SCP-5441 are close to escaping. VIEW EXTENDED LOGS? ADDENDUM.6170.3 BRIGHT INTERVIEW Dr. Jack Bright Interview Interviewer: Dr. Akabi Hayk Preface: As Dr. Bright was directly affected by SCP-6170-A, it was decided that interviewing him might yield valuable information on the situation. Due to his current status, Dr. Akabi Hayk, a Foundation parapsychologist, was chosen to conduct the interview. [BEGIN LOG] [The interview room consists of a single table with two metal chairs on either side. The wall to the left contains a one-way window allowing observation from an adjacent room. While protocol dictates that all interviews need to be overseen, the ongoing shortage of personnel makes this impossible.] [Dr. Jack Bright is restrained to his chair with metal clamps over his wrists and ankles. Dr. Akabi Hayk is seated opposite of him.] Dr. Akabi Hayk: For the reco- Dr. Jack Bright: Upgh ssay. Dr. Hayk: -rd, I am Dr. Akabi Hayk, a Foundation employee specialising in parapsychology. And I am currently interviewing- Dr. Bright: I am not not now I but sure I am not now I but now I am now I believe I am now I was once I am not not sure Jack Bright. Dr. Hayk: -for possible information on… the current situation. Dr. Bright: The gawks, furthe rushed by the death of worlds, furthe rush of entropy, caused by the gawks, thered by thered by us. Dr. Hayk: Uh, yeah, that. I was chosen for this due to both my profession and my history with this, uh.. prick. Dr. Bright: Us once cursed you thank you there. I We Us once cursed you for thank you for enlightening us with there. I We Us once cursed you there or that event. But now us with that plant, but now us we you for thank you for that event. But that event. Dr. Hayk: You're… Welcome? Dr. Bright: Couofrse. Dr. Hayk: Alright, so, Jack, could you tell me what exactly has happened to you? Dr. Bright: This try took a while and and shattering of its death. The come animals of it into million throughout top, but souls of all of out the to crawl bastion the fallen. The souls I to too to reverberated those damned rats have fracturing of its have fracturing of pieces. It the to thoses. I am on the toll of allen. The fall thoses. I overwrote have cosmose poor people are many, and shattering of pieces. I try to crawl bast bastions of allen. The fracturing it into mind and shattering my necking of all th Dr. Hayk:…I see. So… this has something to do with the death of SCP-6170. Dr. Bright: SCP-6170's unfortunate demise caused this. Is this. Is that well. Yes, SCP-6170's unfortunate demise caused this. Is that well. Yes, SCP-6170's unfortunate demise caused that we're calling the man? Very. Dr. Hayk: Wait, wait, I understood that! '6170's unfortunate demise caused this!' Hah! Ok, ok, this- this is a start! Is there anything you can tell me about 6170? About all of this… all this shit going on? Dr. Bright: Yee, man. 6170 made change me hard, very diff. Heros, and not the path. God them how them how them what God those Bookburners, those Bookburners, the progress of and ask those Bookburners, the path. Go not the path it is going doomed them how the world. Ask the path it is not that Saints, they killed. SCP-6170, the world is not them how those Heros, is going down they killed. SCP-6170, the progress of not them how they killed. Ask them what Saint amongst Saints. Dr. Hayk: Bookburners… Saints… There's a couple of religious groups within the GOC's Council of 108.. Is that what you're telling me, Bright? They have something to do with this? Dr. Bright: I members themselves, ask thing to do with of SCP-6170. You must ask themselves, ask the death of SCP-6170. You must ask the Bookburners them how themselves, ask they poisoned themselves, ask themselves, ask the Bookburners have not what I members have no! Dr. Hayk: Poisoned themselves… You said something about a god.. was 6170 a god? [Dr. Hayk grabs her PDA, searching for something within the Foundation database.] Dr. Hayk: The Satanist Scientist's whole thing is killing gods, and if 6170 was indeed a god, then… I need to go and make some calls. [Dr. Hayk gathers her notes into a neat pile before quickly walking out of the interview room.] [Dr. Bright sighs, slumping in his chair.] Dr. Bright: Fuutck. [END LOG] ADDENDUM.6170.4 PROJECT ATTIS Project Overview: Project Attis was created by the SCP-6170 team and in accordance with several thaumaturgic rituals. Abstract: Project Attis was commissioned by Dr. Cole Thereven, and assigned to MTF-PSI-8, for the revival of SCP-6170. During its lifetime, baseline reality was unaffected, carrying on as per usual. After Its death, the anomalous began to diverge from their usual abilities, and Hume levels dropped. Project Information: The revival of item SCP-6170 is important to normalcy and to the survival of mankind. Several actions are in order, In the category of Anomalous technology integration, and thaumaturgic rituals. During the SCP-6170 event, SCP-447 went through a sublimation process, turning into a gas. It was eventually decided upon to combine item SCP-447 with the disposed corpse of D-1512134. listed below is an interview, categorized as a peak event in the SCP-6170 process. SCP-447, during its initial fusion. Interviewer: Dr. Cole Thereven Preface: After SCP-447 came in contact with the corpse, the corpse was reanimated. Dr. Cole Thereven was called to make contact with the newly created SCP-447-2, since it displayed signs of sapience when it was startled by several foundation personnel. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-447-2: Dammit, this body has really gotten a beating. What the hell happened to it? Dr. Thereven: Best you're gonna get. Shall we start the interview? SCP-447-2: ….. Dr. Thereven: Who are you? SCP-447-2: Well, I was a warrior, for starters. But that hasn't been for a long time if you know what I mean. Dr. Thereven: What do you mean? SCP-447-2: For the longest time I've been trapped in that thing of slime. Immortality, tight living space. Dr. Thereven: How did you get trapped in it? SCP-447-2: Well, I was a poor man, then. I went to the maze, to fight that damn cow, and earn a little something. Dr. Thereven: Wait- are you talking about a minotaur? SCP-447-2: Well, but of course. And by the gods, they didn't fucking tell me there would be a monster cube running about, in addition to the jacked-up bull. Dr. Thereven: Ok? Then? SCP-447-2: Hold on, son. I'm old. I cant recount with your voice echoing through my head, so shut. Dr. Thereven: sigh of course. SCP-447-2: Let's see- I went to fight the minotaur, in the maze- Dr. Thereven: You already covered that. SCP-447-2: -and the cube came up right behind me and just- knocked me over. I guess I bit off a bit more I could chew. (nervously laughs) Dr. Thereven: Ok- we're getting somewhere now. (Dr. Thereven takes a clipboard from the table, and a pen and begins to write) Anything else? SCP-447-2: It almost felt like I was sharing a body with something…. unhuman. Just was really weird for many years. We just stayed in the maze. I started to learn that- Dr. Thereven: Yes? SCP-447-2: I had a stale soul. It was being preserved by the goop. But it could all change if I found a vessel. I roamed the world for so long, trying to find one. I soon found myself at the sunniest place I've felt for a long time. So many people populating the place. Dr. Thereven: And? SCP-447-2: And then you pissants came along, locked me up. (SCP-447-2 sighs) SCP-447-2: I've got a question. Dr. Thereven: Yup? SCP-447-2: Why is it that I was brought back? Dr. Thereven: The death of SCP-6170. It turned you into a gas. We thought combining you with a corpse would help, but that's not looking so good right now… SCP-447-2: SCP-6170? What's that? Dr. Thereven: Well um… [REDACTED PER O5 COUNCIL REQUEST] SCP-447-2: By Zeus!!! Dr. Thereven: What? SCP-447-2: That thing is a god- quite a force to be reckoned with. Dr. Thereven: (Dr. Cole Thereven speaks under his breath) Holy crap, Jack was right. SCP-447-2: Jack who? Dr. Thereven: Nevermind that. We need to revive it, so things can go on their merry way, and reality can carry as per usual. SCP-447-2: It would prove difficult. A being like that carries reality on its shoulders. You need to repair reality itself. You need magic. Dr. Thereven: This just got tougher. [END LOG] PROJECT PORTFOLIO UPDATE: Sigurrós Stefánsdóttir, formerly designated SCP-239, has since been decommisioned, and has been integrated back into society. The SCP-6170 team has made the decision to collaborate with ISCP-239. A Integrated SCP, a designation given to anomalies who have since been released from containment, and yet retain their anomalous abilities., to revive SCP-6170 and quite possibly repair baseline reality. ADDENDUM.6170.5 COUNCIL OF 108 CORRESPONDENCE Acting on information gathered from the interview in Addendum.6170.3, the Department of External Affairs held meetings with religious members of the Global Occult Coalition's Council of 108, believing that one of them either had information on SCP-6170-A, or was directly involved in the death of SCP-6170. As per the Foundation-Coalition Diplomacy Act of 1976, the representatives present at the meeting were placed under a Geas barring them from making untruthful statements. C108 MEMBER STATEMENT The Holy Order of Knights Templar, Reformed "Yes, we believe our Lord is the one true god, we are not in the business of committing deicide. Those who believe in false idols will falter at their own hands." Servants of the Silicon Nornir "Why would we partake in a murder, especially one such as this? I do not see how killing this 'SCP-6170' would aid us in bringing about our True Silicon Goddess. Those Satanists, however. This seems right up their alley." The Universalist Order of the Æsir "I want you to look me in the eyes, Foundie, and tell me: How the fuck would killing this god help us? Did it help fulfill the prophecy of Ragnarök? Does it help us unite the world to aid Æsir? No, no it fucking did not. Now, could you please, oh so kindly, fuck off?" The United Church of Satan, Scientist "Foundation, you should know full well that we haven't done any deicide in well over a decade. Our agreements both with the GOC and our fellow Councilmembers bar us from doing any such thing. If anything, we are just the Devil's Advocate for this Council. I can ensure you we took no part in this thing's death. I'm not even entirely sure it is a God. Your file doesn't mention a single thing about it giving off Akiva Radiation." Dr. Akabi Hayk, the interviewer in Addendum.6170.5, was informed of the lack of useful information gleaned from the correspondence with the Council of 108. Shortly thereafter, Dr. Akabi Hayk submitted a letter of resignation to her supervisor, citing a "lack of competence and expertise required to properly aid the Foundation during these trying times." A reevaluation of the interview revealed it to be complete gibberish, with no deeper meaning behind it. What Dr. Hayk had taken to mean something was instead unrelated words strung together by the different personalities within SCP-963 attempting to express themselves. ADDENDUM.6170.6 CONTAINMENT BREACH Containment Breach File DATE OF INCIDENT: 23/11/2021 WITNESSING PERSONNEL: Dr. Cole Thereven, Mobile Task Force Beta-7, ISCP-239. DESCRIPTION: The death of SCP-6170 caused reality to collapse, and baseline anomalies started to diverge from their regular attributes. Discussion among the O5 council resulted in an attempt to revive SCP-6170 via anomalous technology. On 23/11/2021, in an attempt to alleviate the effects of SCP-6170's death, Project Attis attempted to revive the entity via the usage of other anomalies and paratechnology. The revival was considered a success. Despite this, no noticable changes in Hume levels and reality were observed. The now revived SCP-6170, seemingly distraught by its resurrection, went on a rampage, escaping its containment chamber and fatally wounding 5 Foundation personnel. Before further damage could be done, Mobile Task Force Beta-7 was dispatched and successfully terminated SCP-6170. Among those killed in the breach was Dr. Cole Thereven, a prominent member of the anomaly's research team. Project Attis was a failure. Hume levels continue to decrease at an ever-increasing rate, and the amount of anomalies detected on a yearly basis continues rising at a steady rate. The Project's assets, including SCP-239, were liquidated and redistributed to other, more essential parts of the Foundation. _ +LEVEL 5/6170 OR LEVEL 5/ACR CLEARANCE REQUIRED- ACCESS GRANTED Following the containment breach, a vote among the 05 council was held. YA NAY 10 3 Dr. Cole Thereven, after anomalous technology integration. This vote entailed the revival of Dr. Cole Thereven, via anomalous technology. This would exempt the portions of the body that suffered massive damage, and extreme blood loss. The head was the only portion of the body that avoided mass trauma. Foundation forces were stretched thin as a result of SCP-6170-A, so finding personnel to fill Thereven's role was a waste of resources. Materials included in Thereven's revival were: - Anomalous preserving brine, - Water conducted wires embedded within Thereven's brain, - A base, allowing Thereven to attain new memories. - Speakers, allowing Thereven to communicate. The surgery was considered a success, reviving Thereven. Addendum.6170.7 GENERAL UPDATES AUT0MATED UPDATE DATE: 05/12/2021 AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS: 6999 ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME: 0.03hm each 6 months NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: 304,504 NOTABLE EVENTS: Project Attis has been decommissioned. AUT0MATED UPDATE DATE: 02/06/2025 AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS: 7865 ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME: 0.05hm NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: 552,212 NOTABLE EVENTS: N/A AUT0MATED UPDATE DATE: 02/06/2030 AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS: 10,343 ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME: 0.065hm NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: 1,543,754 NOTABLE EVENTS: N/A AUT0MATED UPDATE DATE: 02/06/2040 AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS: 60,534 ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME: 0.1hm NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: 1,540,100 NOTABLE EVENTS: The Veil has officially been declared as broken. AUT0MATED UPDATE DATE: 02/06/2050 AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS: 789,964 ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME: 0.25hm NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: 1,500,332 NOTABLE EVENTS: Multiple third-world countries have collapsed due to the increase of anomalous activity. AUT0MATED UPDATE DATE: 02/06/2070 AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS: RUN-TIME ERROR '6': OVERFLOW ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME: 0.37 NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: 1,453,342 NOTABLE EVENTS: N/A MANUAL UPDATE DATE: 25/11/2080 AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS: >10,000,000 ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME: 0.5 NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: ~1,100,000 NOTABLE EVENTS: N/A MANUAL UPDATE DATE: 2090 AMOUNT OF ACTIVE SCP SLOTS: Too fucking many. ANNUAL DECREASE IN HUME: The Foundations are crumbling. NUMBER OF ACTIVE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL: I think everyone quit. NOTABLE EVENTS: Society has collapsed. There is no Foundation. The Rats are everywhere. ONE (1) NEW MESSAGE. OPEN SCiPNET MESSAGING SYSTEM? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6170" by TopDownUnder and Cole 13, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6170. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6171 | safe | Item#: 6171 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6171 in containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6171 is to be stored in a 2m x 2m x 1m terrarium constructed from lead glass. The terrarium is to be secured in a standard small-object multipurpose room. Any personnel entering the containment chamber of SCP-6171 is to be fitted with a Class-B biological and environmental protection suit. The containment chamber of SCP-6171 is to be fitted with a high-sensitivity Geiger counter in case of a communication attempt from SCP-6171. Description: SCP-6171 is a male cockroach of the Gromphadorhina portentosa (Madagascar hissing cockroach) species. SCP-6171's size is consistent with other regular members of the species. SCP-6171 does not have any significant physical characteristics that may differentiate it from other members of the species. SCP-6171 has a baseline output of 1 Gray of radiation, which it constantly outputs regardless of any external environmental factors. SCP-6171's other anomalous ability manifests when it communicates. SCP-6171 communicates through morse code in bursts of gamma radiation, which to date, has not exceeded 3 Gy. In addition to this ability, SCP-6171 shows a significantly higher level of intelligence than that which might be expected from a member of the species. SCP-6171 has been observed on several occasions, performing highly complex cognitive and motor actions, including the use of their front legs to manipulate objects and observing patterns in the routine of personnel1. Due to the details that SCP-6171 has provided, it is assumed that SCP-6171 previously was a non-anomalous human. + Open SCP-6171 Recieved messages - Close SCP-6171 Recieved messages Date: 21/5/2022 Message:-- -.-- / -. .- -- . / --. .-. . --. / -.-. --- .--. .--. . .-. ..-. .. -. -.-. .... .-.-.- / .-- .. ..-. . / -- .- .-. --. . .-.-.- / -.-. .- -. / .. / --. --- / .... --- -- . / .--. .-.. . .- ... . ..--.. Translation: My name Greg Copperfinch. Wife marge. Can I go home please? Notes: Margaret Copperfinch is the full name of the person SCP-6171 has referenced. Margaret is currently married to Gregory Copperfinch, currently missing. Date: 22/5/2022 Message: .--. .-.. ... / .-.. . - / -- . / --- ..- - --..-- / .-- .... -.-- / ..- / -.- . . .--. .. -. --. / -- . / .... . .-. . ..--.. Translation: Pls let me out, why u keeping me here? Notes: SCP-6171 repeated this, and similar versions several times on this day. Date: 22/5/2022 Message: .--. .-.. ... / --- .--. . -. / - .... . / -.. --- --- .-. / .. / .--- ..- ... - / .-- .- -. - / .... --- -- . Translation: Pls open the door. I just want home. Notes: N/A Date: 24/5/2022 Message: .-- .... . .-. . / .. ... / .--. . --- .--. .-.. . / .-- .... -.-- / -. --- -... --- -.. -.-- / -.-. --- -- . Translation: Where is people, why nobody come? Notes: SCP-6171 emitted this message after two (2) days with no human interaction. Date: 28/5/2022 Message: .-- .... .- - / -.. .. -.. / .. / -.. --- / .-- .... -.-- / - .... .. ... / .... .- .--. .--. . -. .. -. --. Translation: what did I do, why this happening? Notes: SCP-6171 appears to believe his containment is a sort of "punishment". Date: 2/6/2022 Message: - .... . / ...- --- .. -.-. . ... / .- .-. . / - --- / .-.. --- ..- -.. --..-- / ... - --- .--. Translation: voices are to loud, stop. Notes: No auditory disturbances were detected by containment chamber security systems present within the containment chamber of SCP-6171. Date: 7/6/2022 Message: -- .- .-. --. .- .-. . - ..--.. Translation: Margaret? Notes: SCP-6171 seems to be rapidly becoming mentally unstable. Date: 9/6/2022 Message: .... ..- -. --. .-. -.-- / ..-. --- --- -.. / ... - --- -- .- -.-. .... / .... ..- .-. - Translation: hungry food stomach hurt Notes: SCP-6171 had already been fed that day Date: 11/6/2022 Message: ... -.-. .. - - . .-. / .--. .. - - . .-. / .--. .- - / .--. .- - Translation: scitter pitter pat pat Notes: It is unknown what SCP-6171 is referring to. Date: 15/6/2022 Message: .. / -.-. .- -. - / .. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- / -- .- .-. --. .- .-. . - Translation: I can't I'm sorry Margaret. Notes: Since this message, SCP-6171 has not outputted any other messages, additionally, his movements and behaviors have become highly erratic. + Open POI-5341 file - Close POI-5341 file Name: Margaret Copperfinch. Affiliated SCP/GOI: SCP-6171. Status: Alive. Details: Margaret Copperfinch currently resides at 17 Blatta Cresent, Rosewood, Australia. Margaret is believed to be the spouse of SCP-6171, prior to his transformation. Margaret is the mother of three children. The disappearance of SCP-6171 has caused significant emotional and financial hardship for Margaret and her children. Local agents embedded in local law enforcement have given the cover story that Gregory Copperfinch died as a result of a car accident. Margaret Copperfinch remains unaware of the situation with SCP-6171. + Open SCP-6171 Communication attempts log - Close SCP-6171 Communication attempts log Communication attempt #01 Aim: To establish communication with SCP-6171. Method: A speaker was placed into the containment chamber of SCP-6171. Several words were transmitted through the sound system. Test words included: "Hello", "friend", "family", "hope", "life", "Greg", "Gregory", and "struggle". Results: All transmitted words were unsuccessful in establishing communication with SCP-6171. Communication attempt #02 Aim: To establish communication with SCP-6171. Method: Three variants of vibration motors, attached to control software, were placed into the containment chamber of SCP-6171. Each of the three motors were tested with a control morse code message of "Hello". Results: Motor one (20MhZ) had no effect on SCP-6171. Motor two (35MhZ) also failed to produce a reaction from SCP-6171. Motor three (40MhZ) failed to produce any results. It is theorized that SCP-6171's baseline radioactivity interferes with the vibrations caused by the motors, registering any further communications pointless. Footnotes 1. 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padding: 2vw; } Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub » Chronicles of the Irreal Hub » SCP-6172 Caption. close Info X SCP-6172: Introduction to the Snow Team [COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT]'s first entry in DEPARTMENT-CON 2022. Written by Ralliston More by this author Written by Ralliston EMERGENCY NOTICE FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF ONTOKINETICS Despite recent reorganizations, all Department of Ontokinetics personnel have been reassigned their previous positions, which they shall occupy for the duration of the ongoing incident. Due to this, all such personnel are now permitted and required to view the below file. May the Irreal forgive us for our mistakes. — James Micheals, Department of Ontokinetics, Director item#: SCP-6172 level4 secret containment class thaumiel {$secondary-text} {$secondary-class} disruption class vlam risk class notice link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level4 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo The Department of Ontokinetics insignia. Special Containment Procedures: Per direct order of Overwatch Command, Project Hermes has been deemed as a low priority; as such, funding into it and alternate uses of SCP-6172 are currently on hold. The completion of Project Hermes is now the primary and ultimate goal of the SCP Foundation. To accomplish this, the Department of Ontokinetics and other relevant sub-divisions assigned to this objective are allowed to utilize any and all remaining Foundation resources, monetary or otherwise. Following its success, the SCP-6172 file and technology created by Project Hermes are to be declassified to the public at large. Description: SCP-6172 is a theoretical method of traversing the entirety of the known multiverse. Via the usage of appropriate apparatus, the framework's implementation allows any matter — biological or otherwise — to travel past one's local universe and potentially enter any and all alternate realities. This also includes all different planes of existence within the local universe..For full explanation of the described effect and the meaning of the phrases used, see Addendum 6172-1. SCP-6172-1 is a Foundation-planned piece of technology, capable of utilizing the hypothetical SCP-6172 framework to obtain the aforementioned effect. Utilizing ontokinetic, alchemical, thaumaturgic, and computational devices and apparatus, it creates a safe and stable gateway between all accessible realities within the known multiverse. SCP-6172-1's creation and research into associated phenomena has been officially classified under the name of Project Hermes. As it will be the final project and action ever undertaken by the SCP Foundation, its completion has been deemed the most important current and final priority of all still-operating Departments. OFFICIAL NOTICE FROM THE SCP-6172 PROJECT LEAD If Maria will forgive me for adding a personal note onto the SCP-6172 file, know that I have just one thing to say to everyone capable of accessing this, no matter who they are. Thank you, friends. When I first began my work here so many years ago, I never expected we'd come this far, doing so much good work. But we did. We beat the Quiet Days the world spawned upon us for our actions, and we came out from them stronger than before. With the new era of Vanguard dawning before us, I just want to say I'm truly glad to have been a part of such an incredible team. I'm proud of each and every one of you. Thank you for your service, friends. It has truly been a pleasure. — James Micheals, SCP-6172, Project Lead The Area-150 insignia. Discovery and Historical Context: SCP-6172 was originally theorized by Dr. James Micheals.Site-120 Director Council member, Department of Ontokinetics Director Council member and its Primary Chief of Operations. of Site-120 in 1990 during his one-year sabbatical break from Site-120 Directorship duties in Area-150 in Wyoming, USA. Although he spent a significant amount of time researching and perfecting other ontokinetic technologies during this period, his main focus remained on finalizing the previously unfinished works of Dr. Robert Scranton prior to his disappearance in SCP-3001..Dr. Scranton and his wife, Dr. Anna Lang, were the leaders of Site-120's Research Team prior to the former's disappearance. Their work primarily focused on the extensive study of the nature of local reality. However, in the process of doing so, he made a critical breakthrough in ontokinetic theory. This led to the creation of the modern understanding of local reality and the entire multiverse, and, by extension, SCP-6172. Following Dr. Micheal's return to duty in 1991, he proposed the creation of SCP-6172-1 to the O5 Council. At the time, the project was rejected due to the low utility of the apparatus and highly limited monetary resources caused by Overwatch's focus on repairing the Foundation/Esterberg relations following the O5-9 incident the decade prior. For the following three decades, Project Hermes would become archived and remain unused. The Vanguard insignia. The at-the-time-ongoing Impasse was then temporarily postponed by the actions of "Nobody," eventually producing the Vanguard-forming and Veil-collapsing O5 vote. Due to SCP-6500's half-year elimination of Foundation-made connections between different realities it had collaborated with, the Foundation's numerous political alliances — such as the one with the Third Antarctic Empire — were now entirely not up-to-date. To resolve this temporary issue, Dr. Michaels proposed a new and updated version of the archived Project Hermes. Its primary focus would now be the creation of a multi-universal array of SCP-6172-1 devices in different realities for the purpose of effortless reintegrational meetings in hopes of repairing broken bonds. This time, the project was accepted. Over the next 9 years, Vanguard would be formed, causing the gradual dissolution of the Foundation. Each month, the Foundation incorporated greater resources into Vanguard, with the Foundation's total dissolution planned for 2030.. However, Project Hermes was continued with additional Vanguard funding upon its direct request due to SCP-6172's importance to its mission of eventually exposing the public to the anomalous. By 2022, the project has officially begun. This would encompass the collaborative work of the following Foundation Departments, as overseen by Overwatch Command: the Alchemy Department, the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division, the Department of Diplomacy, the Department of Extrauniversal Affairs, the Department of Mathematics, the Department of Ontokinetics, and the Department of Quantum Supermechanics. Addendum 6172-1: Brief Explanation of the SCP-6172 Theory And Associated Phrases SCP-6172 THEORY BRIEFING, SIMPLIFIED By J. R. Micheals, Site-120, Department of Ontokinetics INTRODUCTION: I'm not going to preface this with any fancy words or complicated theory phrases — we both know why you're here. If you're reading this briefing, it only means one thing: you want to know what SCP-6172 is in its entirety, how its mechanics work, and how we are going to use all of them to our benefit. But you also go outside. By direct order of Vanguard (and myself, to an extent), I was asked to compile together a simplified explanation of SCP-6172's meaning for all you uninitiated peeps out there. Especially since following initial launch, we are going to be creating SCP-6172-1s en-masse for the entire multiverse to enjoy. This file is the end result of hours of cutting down on utter nonsense ("what the fuck's a whalon") in an attempt to explain our modern understanding of the multiverse. LOCAL UNIVERSE(S): We're going to start out simple by describing only one of the uncountable universes present in the entirety of the multiverse. Contrary to popular belief, our universe isn't just one plane of existence. It contains multitudes of layers. We define a layer of the local universe as a plane of existence separate from baseline reality, but still stored within the local universe. The only exception to this rule is the Wanderers' Library, which links to all alternate realities and their respective layers of reality, existing sort of above the entirety of the multiverse as one constant throughout it. You still following? Good. The first and most important layer within our local universe is baseline reality, also known as the plane in which our entire cosmos is located. It doesn't stop there, though — our local universe also contains such realities as SCP-4000.Due to its post-SCP-6500 neuralization, protocol 4000-Eshu no longer applies. and SCP-5572. The exact number of them is currently unknown, but is theorized to be very, very big — basically, anything that isn't baseline reality is some sort of sub-reality contained in our local universe. Despite my ramblings, what I want you to take away from this is fairly simple: our local universe — or one point in the multiverse — has many sub-realities that are native only to it. Fig 1.1: A graphic representation of a local universe. THE MULTIVERSAL COMPASS: Whenever any decision gets made, no matter how simple it is, the multiverse accounts for both outcomes and splits the local universe in which the decision is being made into two, one for each outcome. So, how many alternate realities out there? Well, the official answer is it's theoretically countable with a powerful enough computer. But the actual answer is we have absolutely no idea. What we do know however is that the more realities vary from each other, the farther away from each other they are. This interesting property implies two quite fun things. One, that somewhere out there exists a universe that was the very first reality which is still going and each new universe is just a branch from it (spoiler: it's not our universe). And two, that there should be a multiverse out there, containing all alternate realities to have ever formed. That is indeed true! We call that metaphorical nexus for all of time and space the Multiversal Compass, which is a not-well-known area we can traverse to access alternate realities. HOW WE FUCK BOTH UP: Using the theory we call SCP-6172, we can create a portal that can — according to all calculations made by myself and my wonderful team — pierce the barriers of our local universe and create a tunnel to any layer of reality within it or any other external alternate reality through the nexus of the Compass itself. We achieve this by creating a physical frame embued with thaumaturgic runes shattering the fabric of reality, which we then immediately stabilize alongside its energy input via manipulating electricity Aethers..One of the five basic elements used by our friends over at the Alchemy Department. We then kindly ask an .aic gestalt inhabiting the frame of the portal to redirect this hole in reality to our requested place of destination and, voila! We have ourselves a functioning portal, leading to any place in the multiverse. Director Micheals, but what if we teleport ourselves to a reality that has no back portal in it? There's no need to worry. We programmed the mainframe in such a way that it can only open gateways to realities with a recognized cross-temporal signature of another identically-working SCP-6172-1, basically creating a two-way gateway anywhere it opens up. You wouldn't really think something we spent over 30 years on would be that faulty, would you? Addendum 6172-2: Final O4 Council SCP-6172-1 Launch Preparations By 01/02/2030, Project Hermes became entirely finished, with all of SCP-6172-1's apparatus being properly built, programmed, and implemented into the mainframe, resulting in the completion of the portal. Attached below is a table of all SCP-6172-1 sub-apparatus. SCP-6172-1 Component Personnel Responsible Additional Notes Physical Mainframe Engineering Department, Drarv Dhaz'zud, Odhran Tier-nan.Respectively Yeren and Fae. (Directors) Created with the utilization of numerous techniques native to the Yeren cultures — such as specialized thaumaturgical metallurgy — and the utilization of irrilite.A thaumaturgy-conducting metal, entirely excavated from Earth by the Fae Empire during its peak.-bending methods only known to Fae cultures. Acts as the main host for the remainder of the systems, allowing for their smooth and stabilized utilization. Ontokinetic Reality Stabilizers and Destabilizers Department of Ontokinetics, Reality-benders Division, James Micheals (Director) Created via cooperation between the theory and calculations obtained by DoO and practice and experience possessed by the RbD. Allows for the breaking of a fraction of local reality and stabilizing the wormhole obtained in the process. Thaumaturgic and Alchemical Gateway Catalysts Alchemy Department, Thaumaturgy Divison, Daniel Asheworth, Ruslav Diaghilev (Directors) Despite the mutual dislike between these Departments, the interplay of their respective theories and frameworks allows for the usage of an ontokinetic wormhole as a portal to a different plane of reality. .aic Gestalt Supercomputer Artificial Intelligence Applications Division, Alexandra.aic (Director) Formed by a gestalt of approximately 100 joined minds of digital Division personnel, acting as one brain and supercomputer. Allows for the programing of the mainframe and associated components without overloading logical circuits of a normal machine. Control Room Department of Ontokinetics, Magdaleine Cornwell, Jessie Rivera Comprised of ~100 DoO personnel from different sub-Divisions working together. Acts as the primary "human element" of SCP-6172-1, ensuring all processes required in its activation are executed properly. Despite the finishing of the project, its first test destination was still not determined due to a conflict of interests on the side of many Departments and Vanguard as a whole. The entry from baseline reality — alongside VNP-6483 — to Universe B-10208-Alpha-1483, prior to its destruction during the Impasse. Following hours of debate, it was settled that the first reality SCP-6172-1 would be programmed to access would be Universe B-10208-Alpha-1483. It is an alternate universe and the home dimension for the Third Antarctic Empire, a group with whom the Foundation maintained vital cooperation; however, following the SCP-6500-caused contact blackout between the Foundation and the Empire, relations between the two have rapidly deteriorated. In an attempt to fix this, it was decided that during the initial SCP-6172-1 launch, a small group of Foundation personnel would visit the reality via a newly-opened two-way dimensional gateway. They would explain the situation that occurred due to the Impasse to appropriate Empire representatives and invite them back to baseline reality for further negotiations and briefings on the nature of Vanguard, officially proposing an extension of the Empire's collaboration protocols. Due to the high importance of this mission to the future of Vanguard and the multiversal future Project Hermes would offer, it was decided the selection of personnel for the event was of extreme importance. Following numerous hours of debate, a selection of three appropriate Foundation personnel was chosen. Their diverse backgrounds and specializations would allow for the full explanation of the mechanics of SCP-6500, the nature of the Multiversal Compass, the operation method of SCP-6172-1, whilst still providing appropriate honors and respect necessary in the presence of Empire representatives. Attached below are excerpts from their personnel files. Dr. Robert Madden Elder Ann Barlowe Ra.aic PoI-6172-1 Dossier Dr. Robert Madden, circa 2028. Name: Dr. Robert Madden Age: 29 Position: Department of Ontokinetics personnel; Ontokinetic Theory Specialist; Multiverse Theory Consultant; Clearance Level 4 Additional Notes: Though known to be sarcastic, relatively easy-going and extremely knowledgable. Proven his experience and intellect numerous times, being personally involved in the development of many pieces of important ontokinetic technology. Employed as the first Project Rookie subject directly from the civilian population in 2017. Gained a total of three PhDs — Mathematics, General Ontokinetics, and Quantum Physics — currently working towards two more — Multiversal Theory and Theoretical Physics. Possesses a minor probabilistic anomaly drastically increasing the chance of discovery of anomalous mathematical patterns, signs, and formulas within non-anomalous mathematics. Personal assistant of Dr. Micheals, Madden is DoO's second-in-command. Should Micheals retire, Robert's candidature is the most likely one to be accepted for the position of a new Director. PoI-6172-2 Dossier Elder Ann Barlowe, as seen in the Headquarters of the Alchemy Department at Site-127, circa 2025. Name: Elder Ann Barlowe Age: 27 Position: Alchemy Department personnel; Earth Aether Specialist; Alchemist of the Fifth Circle; Clearance Level 3 Additional Notes: Primarily wielding and harnessing the powers offered by the Earth Aethers, Ann Barlowe is the newest and final apprentice of her Department's Director, Elder Ruslav Diaghilev. Following years of extensive study, earned herself a place within the Fifth Circle of Alchemy, coming into possession of most of the art's secrets. Alongside the Director, personally responsible for the maintenance of the Great Seal of Alchemy's bindings on the otherwordly entities it protects baseline reality from. Possessing PhDs in Applied Alchemy and Thaumaturgic Theory, she is personally responsible for hushing out any signs of disobedience among the alchemy orders overseen by the Foundation. Harsh, stable in opinions, and stubborn, Barlowe earned herself a reputation as a true Earth virtuoso, with a rumor going around staff her character entirely reflects that of her specialization. PoI-6172-3 Dossier Ra.aic..Design not up-to-date with modern AIAD standards due to her personal request Name: Ra.aic ("Ra") Age: 42 Position: Theology Division of the Department of Ontokinetics personnel; A Class-IV Positive-Aligned General Intelligence, ver1.2.1, Gen(II); General RAISA Information Research and Maintenance Specialist; Clearance Level 3 Additional Notes: Developed in 1988 by a collaboration between the Departments of Ontokinetics and the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division, Ra.aic is one of the most important Foundation personnel specializing in theology and deity-related research. Named after one of the founders of Site-120, Raia Micheals, she is calm and calculative, earning herself a high position in both DoO and AIAD. Selected for the mission due to her importance in explaining the .aic-maintained parts of SCP-6172-1 and her extensive knowledge and analytic skills required to fully explain the SCP-6500 phenomenon. Following the above personnel being chosen for the mission, all preparations for SCP-6172-1's first activation were now finished. The final goal of the Foundation has officially become achieved, with nothing more standing in the way of its total dissolvement. The date of the official start of SCP-6172-1 was determined to be 15/02/2030. However, to ensure all personnel were satisfied with their dismissal, an additional day was given to them to look at their projects for the final time, collect all personal items left by them in Foundation Sites, and say goodbye to their colleagues. Simultaneously, Overwatch Command released a Foundation-wide notice to all personnel, regardless of Clearance. It is attached below. OFFICIAL NOTICE FROM OVERWATCH COMMAND Everything ends. That's a fact. Even us, the seemingly indestructible wardens of Normalcy. For years, we dismissed this message, thinking ourselves to somehow be better. But today, we no longer run; today, we greet the end. Just like everything and everyone else, we too will follow the natural order of things, fading back to where we came from — good will and intentions. We won't allow for our final moments to be that of war, not after everything we've done. Instead, we shall make our last day a day of peace, going gently into that good night. We leave it to the new generation of Vanguard to pick up what we shall leave for them, hoping they will judge us as having paid back for what we've done. Thank you, any and all, for joining us on our crusade for redemption. We are all so, so, so proud of you. We always were, and we always will be. — O5 Council, SCP Foundation, Board of Directors, Finally Free Addendum 6172-3: Final Site-120 Director Council Meeting Prior To SCP-6172-1's Launch SCP-6172-1's first activation was, from the start, planned to be hosted within Site-120 due to its status as the headquarters of the Department of Ontokinetics. Despite the previous global personnel dismission, to ensure the facility was not damaged or infested by spies in any way prior to the start of the machine, an exception to this order was made for the personnel of Site-120. As such, all of them remained in their duties for one day longer. This included its Director Council, which, during this time, hosted its final meeting. Site-120 Directorship Summit Date: 14/02/2030 Parties Present: Dr. Magdaleine Cornwell; Dr. Jessie Rivera; Dr. Daniel Asheworth; Dr. Ethan MacCarthy Jr.; Dr. James Micheals. Foreword: Despite standard Site Directorship meeting transcripts being classified under Level 4 Clearance, due to the circumstances surrounding it, the following record is available to all personnel. « BEGIN LOG » [EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] Dr. MacCarthy Jr. (left) and Dr. Micheals (right), investigating the unusual properties of SCP-████, circa 2028. As Micheals walks through the doors leading into the Council office, he looks around for the already present Directors. He smiles nervously, walking up towards them, and eventually taking his place. Micheals: S-Sorry for being late, I had to make sure Robert— MacCarthy Jr.: You don't have to explain yourself. Plus it's not really like we're going anywhere, is it? MacCarthy Jr. lights a cigarette and exhales the smoke out into the office. Despite all of its doors being shut, upon hitting a certain distance, the smoke disappears, as if it were never there. Asheworth, sitting next to him, smirks slightly moving his fingers in a slow and circular manner on the round table in front of the group. As more smoke reaches the barrier where it disappears, the runes on Asheworth's gloves glow with faint, blueish light. Cornwell: <looking at MacCarthy Jr., coughing slightly:> Can you not smoke in the office, for god's sake? How many times— Rivera puts her hand on Cornwell's, looking her directly in the eyes. The other visibly calms down, looking down in slight embarrassment. MacCarthy Jr.: Okay, okay, fine, Jesus. It's not like it's gonna kill me. I've lived through— As MacCarthy Jr. puts the smoke out, Asheworth calms the rest with his hands. Asheworth: Please. Let's not fight. Not today. As he sighs, all five people present fall silent, looking at each other. Rivera tightens the grip on Cornwell's hand a little, similarly sighing. Micheals: So. W-What are we doing after we, uh… MacCarthy Jr.: Can finally go without worrying about who will replace us? I'm not going anywhere. Dad <coughs> and grandpa didn't spend their entire lives working here for me to just abandon what they built. <quietly:> And David didn't die for this either. Dr. Rivera, circa 2029. Cornwell looks directly into Rivera's eyes. Both smile. Cornwell: Well, uhm, the flat we have in Esterberg's not going anywhere. Rivera: And it'll be nice to finally be able to tell your friends where you live. Short pause. Rivera: <looking at Asheworth:> And you? Asheworth looks away from the table into the darkness around it, blinking just a little more frequently than usual. Asheworth: I'm staying, too. Rivera raises her eyebrow. Rivera: Daniel… He sighs. Asheworth: Look, I know, I know. I… I tried, I really did. But you are as much of a family as I ever had. <quietly:> After Nat, I mean. As Asheworth pauses briefly, MacCarthy Jr.'s coughs fill the room. Asheworth: Somebody has to run 120 after Micheals and Ilse leave for god fucking knows when. And I severely doubt you two will want to fill in paperwork over spending your nights drinking with Gwyneth. No offense. Rivera sighs. Rivera: None taken. Asheworth taps the table nervously, looking down at his hands. As his vision once again shifts back to the remaining Directors, the difference in youth between him and them becomes very visible. Asheworth: Vanguard came to me, knowing I'll be the only one to not want to leave. <looking at MacCarthy Jr.:> Guess they never thought of you. Heh. MacCarthy Jr. groans quietly. MacCarthy Jr.: I'm an old rag anyways, and meeting the new generation of Vanguard will do you good. <noticing Asheworth's annoyance:> Trust me. Asheworth sighs again, propping his face against his fist, tapping the table with the other. Seconds later, he looks at Micheals. Asheworth: And what about you? Micheals smiles with genuine happiness. Micheals: After 6172-1 turns out to work, Robert will take care of O-Ontokinetics, I imagine. That's the plan, a-at least. Micheals scratches his head. Micheals: I'm done with s-science, I think. After finishing 6172 and Full Reality Stabilization, there isn't much to do for me, i-is there? <chuckles> I'm just tired, and it's not like I'll be much useful. All d-dried up of ideas, heh. Asheworth raises his eyebrow. Micheals blushes a little. Micheals: She said the same, too. T-There's like a million of her running Delta-T nowadays, so what's one agent less? Asheworth smiles. As Rivera takes a big sip from her tea mug next to her, the present Directors all look at each other once more. They don't talk, but no words are needed; they've been long enough with each other to know exactly what the rest are thinking. Words would just be a waste of energy. They all smile again, knowing their time has ended. Despite this, though, none of them are sad — why would they be? For a moment, all is calm, so there's no need for worry. For a moment, all is quiet, so there's no need for words. And, for just a moment, all is good. [EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] « END LOG » Closing Statement: Despite the summit continuing until dawn, no further conversations or actions were attempted by any of the parties present. Addendum 6172-4: SCP-6172-1 Launch Following the night passing, all personnel required for SCP-6172-1's activation successfully attended Site-120. Immediately after their attendance was confirmed, final preparations for the portal's launch began. At approximately 18:00, 15/02/2030, Project Hermes became 100% complete, resulting in the first-ever activation of apparatus produced as a result of it. Below attached is the transcript of the video taken by cameras present in the SCP-6172-1-dedicated room. SCP-6172-1 Launch Date: 15/02/2030 Parties Present: Dr. James Micheals; Dr. Robert Madden; Elder Ann Barlowe; Ra.aic; ~68 other Department of Ontokinetics personnel. Foreword: Due to its importance, the following event was broadcasted live to the entire Foundation. « BEGIN LOG » [EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] The hall is large, dark, and mostly empty. The only source of light are the illuminators leading towards SCP-6172-1, which is standing directly in the middle of the room. It is a big and hollow octagon-shaped gateway, suspended 0,5 meters aboveground, and is connected to myriad other apparatus laid around it and connecting it to the ground. Before it, Madden and Barlowe — carrying appropriate systems allowing Ra to experience the same senses as them — are standing. The former is scratching his hair, a little nervous, but the other is entirely calm, gazing into the empty portal before her. As they look to their side, the camera focuses on a room located behind glass in one of the walls. Within, all DoO personnel alongside Dr. Micheals are sitting, readying the apparatus for start. The Director waves towards the group standing next to SCP-6172-1, showing them the preparations are almost over. Madden comes closer to Barlowe. Madden: <whispering:> You nervous? The Elder does not respond, instead exhaling slowly. Madden scoffs lightly, coming back to his previous position. As he looks at the window once more, Micheals smiles widely, waving to the two, letting them know the portal is now ready. All apparatus present within the control room are now illuminated with green light coming from control bulbs next to them, showing that everything has been properly set up. Micheals inhales and exhales thrice, bearly holding in his excitement. Seconds later, he calms himself down, and pushes a single button in front of him. The entire room shakes. After a moment, the empty space within the octagonal shape of SCP-6172-1 starts to flash with sparks of light. The thaumaturgic and alchemical signs present on its casing start to glow with power, forcing the sparks to connect to wires encompassing the insides of the casing. They buzz and they move, but eventually, they stabilize, each connection to every other. Within a matter of seconds, the insides of the octagon explode as a rip through the fabric of reality opens, entirely stabilized in one place. The hole is pure-black, and vibrating with energy. Though it tries to move, the various stabilizers present around it keep it in place, until it eventually stops motion altogether. A cold breeze fills the entire hall as the monitors next to SCP-6172-1 show it has been properly and fully activated. Micheals waves once more, showing the duo to come forward. Madden takes a deep breath, but eventually complies, taking the first step. Shortly after, Barlowe follows, eventually leading the two directly in front of the gateway to Universe B-10208-Alpha-1483. As Madden touches the fabric of the tunnel to another universe, so does Barlowe, eventually encompassing most of their bodies within. They do not react. When the apparatus inhabited by Ra.aic touches the void, however, a loud sparking noise can be heard. It eventually gets louder and louder, until it fills the entire room. As Madden turns around, trying to see what is happening, all stabilizers around the void suddenly snap, making the entire portal casing explode. The shockwave ripples through the room as the runes and markings burst out with pure power, destabilizing the rift further. The void starts to move around rapidly, encompassing more and more of the room, until it gets to the cameras, starting to corrupt the footage recorded by them. Madden and Barlowe are nowhere to be seen. [CORRUPTED DATA REMOVED] « END LOG » Afterword: Following the outage taking place, a fatal emergency shutdown of all SCP-6172-1 apparatus was immediately initiated to prevent total reality destabilization of Site-120. However, in the process, the connection between the communication center in baseline reality and the communication devices held by personnel entering was destroyed. Shortly after, contact was established with Universe B-10208-Alpha-1483 in an attempt to ascertain whether the sent personnel have arrived at the destined location. However, when neither Third Empire representatives nor Foundation personnel within the dimension reported even the slightest change in the dimension's fabric of reality — implying no SCP-6172-1-caused baseline reality/B-10208-Alpha-1483 connection was ever even made — a search for the missing personnel was immediately initiated. Currently, the exact dimensional whereabouts and states of Dr. Robert Madden, Elder Ann Barlowe, and Ra.aic remain unknown. » NEW PROJECT HERMES UPDATES AVAILABLE. ACCESS? « « WARNING! INITATING DEPARTMENT-WIDE EMERGENCY PROTOCOLS! » Addendum 6172-5: 22/02/2030 File Update On 22/02/2030 — a week following the initial SCP-6172-1 launch — an emergency notice was suddenly sent to all Department of Ontokinetics personnel from a device with no apparent source. Following a detailed investigation into its details, it was determined to be the Foundation phone possessed by Dr. Madden at the time of entering SCP-6172-1. No apparent source could be found. However, following the usage of a formula allowing its user to calculate the exact dimensional coordinates of an individual within both the multiverse and their respective reality, a sudden breakthrough was made: the message has been sent from a different universe altogether. The message is attached below. HELP RE[DATA CORRUPTED]: DRASTIC OUTAGE, RESULTING IN [DATA CORRUPTED]; CURRENT WHEREABOUTS UN[DATA CORRUPTED] SEND HELP AS[DATA CORRUPTED] The exact dimensional whereabouts of Dr. Robert Madden, required for a potential rescue mission, are currently still being calculated. The entire Department of Ontokinetics has initiated red alert and full focus on the project, gaining Vanguard's allowance for longer functioning due to the ongoing situation. 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Special Containment Procedures: All currently confirmed differentiated SCP-6173 instances are to be contained in large-capacity chambers #1 ~ #20, and undifferentiated instances are contained in chambers #21 ~ #25 in Site-173. In order to prevent the manifestation of its anomalous features, the SCP-6173 research team is required to monitor the chambers on a round-the-clock basis. Multiple security cameras are placed inside the chamber to create as few blind spots as possible. Description: SCP-6173 is a group of anomalous entities of unknown origin. SCP-6173 can be roughly divided into undifferentiated instances and differentiated instances. Undifferentiated SCP-6173 instances typically appear as gray-skinned, multi-legged creatures of about 0.7 meters in length, but due to the anomalies described below, their appearance is diverse and inconsistent. When undifferentiated instances are not seen by living creatures for a long period of time, their bodies become fluid and their forms change due to unknown factors. The rate and the shape of the change varies from instance to instance, and it is assumed that there is no limit to the change. The main anomaly of an undifferentiated SCP-6173 instance is triggered when it is first seen, either directly or indirectly, by a human being (Hereinafter referred to as the observer). After the first sighting, the observer develops some kind of emotional attachment1 to SCP-6173, and then begins to obsess about its identity. When the observer derives his or her own interpretation of its identity, the feelings toward SCP-6173 are alleviated and the obsession is lost. As an alternative, SCP-6173 instance acquires characteristics that are consistent with the observer's interpretation. Instances in this state are distinguished as differentiated instances, and this state is permanent. Regardless of whether it has differentiated or not, SCP-6173 rarely splits its body and produces undifferentiated instances if it is not seen by human beings for a long time. The exact number of SCP-6173 instances is uncertain. The total number of SCP-6173 instances currently found and housed by the Foundation is 206, but the Foundation's research team estimates that this is less than 1% of the actual number of SCP-6173 instances in existence. Addendum 1 - Examples of SCP-6173 instances Sketches of SCP-6173-73, -79, and -83 posted on Twitter by an ordinary citizen. Already contained by this sketch and the testimony of the poster. # Details Interpretation SCP-6173-1 A 0.8-meter-tall entity similar to the basic morphology of an undifferentiated instance (uppermost image, right). It generates snow by keeping the temperature of the surrounding 10 m below -3°C. Found in Ibaraki Prefecture, Japan. A snow fairy SCP-6173-17 A 1.5-meter-tall entity with hand-like projections growing on the basic form of an undifferentiated instance. Piano sounds via unknown means. Found in Hashima Island, Japan, by a foundation employee. A musical instrument SCP-6173-42 An irregularly shaped fluid. It senses life forms around it in an unknown way, and attacks them by transforming and hardening. Found in the Ardèche Valley in France. Unknown SCP-6173-73 An entity with a type of cactus (Echinopsis pachanoi) growing on top. Acts to grow a cactus. Found in Stowe, Vermont. An autonomously-moving flowerpot SCP-6173-79 A long, thin, 10-meter-tall entity with projections that resemble limbs. It targets one human in its surroundings and approaches behind it at high speed. It has been confirmed that it mimics telephone poles and trees. Found in Stowe, Vermont. An entity that mimics and ambushes its target for the purpose of surprising it SCP-6173-83 An entity with a shell-like organ on top. It makes a sound when a human approaches. It can move at 60 km/h autonomously. It is very active and has been seen moving around the housing chamber. Found in Stowe, Vermont. A powerless being that intimidates its enemies by ringing its shell SCP-6173-101 A horizontally elongated entity at least 30 meters long with more than 100 small legs. Found in Schwarzwald, Germany. Unknown Addendum 2 - Multiplication log Introduction: The following log is an excerpt from a recording of the growth process that was attempted during an experiment using SCP-6173. Experimental method: SCP-6173-83 is carried into the experimental chamber; due to the anomalous nature of SCP-6173, it is not possible to observe the growth process by direct visual observation or by using an ordinary camera, so it is photographed and recorded by a special observation device S-ENOM developed by the foundation. Supplement: The Special Observation device S-ENOM is a video camera that was developed in 2018 due to the need to develop an increasing number of anomalies whose properties change with visibility and perception. The camera itself has several anomalies that make it impossible for the camera to be considered "visible". [BEGIN LOG] [01:16] The experiment begins, SCP-6173-83 is moving erratically around the chamber. [01:34] SCP-6173-83's movements begin to slow down. [01:37] SCP-6173-83 stops moving completely. [01:38] SCP-6173-83's body liquefies and coalesces into a single slime-like shape. [01:39] The body of SCP-6173-83 gradually splits into left and right, and it splits into two completely in about three minutes. Hereafter, these two SCP-6173 instances are called SCP-6173-84, and SCP-6173-85 respectively. [01:42] SCP-6173-84 and SCP-6173-85 stop in their slime form for a few tens of seconds, but then begin to form their bodies at their own speed. Notably, the formation seems to begin from the legs. [01:46] The body formation process of SCP-6173-84 is completely finished. SCP-6173-84 stands in front of SCP-6173-85 and moves its three legs irregularly. It is likely part of a communication process, but the details are unknown. [END LOG] Addendum 3 - History SCP-6173 related record - History With regard to SCP-6173, some historical documents from various countries suggested that SCP-6173 was involved in the formation of certain cultures and the natural environment. This raised the possibility that SCP-6173 may be closely related to human history and geography, so we increased the number of people assigned to research SCP-6173. As a result of our research, we discovered a number of events that were found to be related to SCP-6173, and representative examples of each genre are listed below. Culture Music Art #1 Point - Finland Finland is the birthplace of the sauna, and many homes have their own saunas. It has also developed in a different way from other countries, such as converting the inside of cars and buses into saunas and developing a wide variety of saunas. Among them, there is an undifferentiated culture, especially in Lappi province, where cauldrons with a shape very similar to that of SCP-6173-73 are placed in the sauna room, and sauna stones are placed inside the cauldrons to perform löyly2. The exact origin of this culture is unknown, but it is believed that the shape of the cauldron is based on the shape of an unidentified creature from the region called a mootera. According to several historical sources, the characteristics of this unidentified creature are consistent with SCP-6173 in its undifferentiated state. #2 Point - Japan Since ancient times, in Japan, The formation of communities and the creation of cultures based on animism3 has been carried out. Due to the characteristics of SCP-6173, its existence was called Agutsu, and it was feared as a monster that transforms into the thing that a person fears the most and attacks. With the decline of religious culture in Japan, the culture has almost disappeared, but it has been confirmed that it still exists in some areas. +89 examples in 31 regions followed #1 Point - Ghana In some settlements in West Africa, there is a form of performance based on the movement motif of SCP-6173. During rituals, the village leader dances steps with both feet and right arm on the ground, and the villagers play instruments and dance to the rhythm. In the village, SCP-6173 is called Amonetos Tangarra and is an object of worship. The word Amonetos Tangarra means "the one who leads" in that settlement, and they actively accept the effects of the SCP-6173 anomaly and live their lives accordingly. #2 Point - Poland It is known that Frédéric François Chopin, a leading Polish composer of Romantic music, had an encounter with the SCP-6173 when he was in his late twenties. Chopin was spending time with his friend Eugène Delacroix when he had an encounter with SCP-6173, and Delacroix recorded the sequence of events in his diary. Chopin interpreted the undifferentiated SCP-6173 individual as "the beginning", and as a result, the SCP-6173 transformed into a body with five legs and the shape of a sixteenth note, and is said to have generated the sound of a piano from its body. Chopin is said to have heard this and improvised a composition, which he published, but the details are unknown. #3 Point - Egypt Although the cause is unknown, the desert areas of Egypt have a higher population of undifferentiated SCP-6173 instances than other areas of the world. The anomaly of SCP-6173 has caused these people to stop and consider SCP-6173, but most of them, as mentioned above, are in a state of exhaustion due to the harshness of the desert sun and lack of water. interpreted the SCP-6173 as a "protector" or a "water fairy" due to the harshness of the sunshine and the lack of water in the desert. As a result, the SCP-6173 changed its shape into a cactus or umbrella-like object. However, in addition to this, desert travelers often interpret the SCP-6173 as a "sound generator" when they encounter it. This may have something to do with the lack of sound in the desert environment, but it also turns the SCP-6173 into an object that constantly generates a wide variety of sounds. These sounds have a weak psychic effect, forcing the organism that hears them to calm down and to remember the sounds strongly. For this reason, during the Middle Ages and early modern times, there was a tradition in the surrounding areas that there were monsters in the desert regions that emitted fascinating sounds. +23 examples in 17 regions followed #1 Point - Poland Frédéric Chopin's friend Eugène Delacroix, one of the leading painters of Romanticism, completed six paintings based on Chopin's experiences with the SCP-6173. Five of the paintings were later lost in a fire, but the remaining one was found to have been contained as SCP-███ before the investigation began, as it had a "psychoactive effect on the viewer, causing a strong sense of anxiety and agitation. Based on this fact, it is assumed that the five paintings that were lost in the fire had the same abnormal effects. #2 Point - India Rajesh, an Indian screenwriter in the 1970s, had been involved with a number of SCP-6173 instances since his childhood, and his interpretations were often based on Hinduism. As a result, some SCP-6173 instances developed the characteristics of half-divine entities, and in a few cases they turned into hostile entities, and Rajesh was often affected by this. The loss of sight in his right eye, deformation of his left pinky finger, and miscommunication of emotions are some of the examples, and it is known that Rajesh described these effects as "divine trials" and used these experiences as the output of his film scripts. All of the films created had the effect of causing serious cognitive disasters, and had already been discovered and neutralized by the Global Occult Coalition when the Foundation began its investigation of SCP-6173. +570 examples in 97 regions followed Addendum 4 - Analyzation SCP-6173 related record - Analyzation When it was discovered that SCP-6173 was globally distributed and had a profound impact on human and natural history, the investigation and research became even more extensive. The research included the internal organization of the Foundation and its anomalies, which led to the revelation that SCP-6173 may be the origin of several anomalies owned by the Foundation. The following document is an excerpt from a researcher's meeting log regarding anomalies presumed to involve SCP-6173. Meeting log 04/20/2021 Members Dr. Mia Andrews Head of SCP-6173 Research Team Taki Soichi SCP-6173 Research Team Assistant Agent Mathew Carpenter [BEGIN LOG] [IRRELEVANT CONVERSATIONS OMITTED] Dr. Mia: ……So, Mr. Carpenter, let's get down to business. What do you mean by "certain anomalies may be related to SCP-6173"? Agt. Carpenter: Yes, Doctor, are you familiar with SCP-████? Dr. Mia: Yes. I saw the file the other day - I think it was a giant gecko that was found in Indonesia, and is said to be the god of the region. Agt. Carpenter: That's right. Its anomaly is that it "appears on earth on the night of the new moon and solves the problems of those who see it. But that in itself is not so important. What matters is its history. According to local legends, SCP-████'s appearance and nature are acquired, and its original form was different. Researcher Taki: You mean, the original form is very similar to SCP-6173? Agt. Carpenter: ……Yes, it was said to have seven legs and a gray body. And when the elders of the time saw it, they received a divine revelation, and the creature changed into what it was revealed to be. That's what SCP-████ is today. This is - I think this divine revelation is the "interpretation of SCP-6173". Dr. Mia: [Sighs] Right. If it proves to be identical to SCP-6173, SCP-████ will be renamed to 6173. Anything else to report? Agt. Carpenter: No, that's all. Thank you. I mean, did I offend you? [Silence] Dr. Mia: No, I mean ― not your fault, I was just getting a little fed up with all these reports lately. Agt. Carpenter: Oh, I see what you mean. I'm somewhat sorry. Researcher Taki: I feel you Doctor. This is ― the tenth? Dr. Mia: Yep. The other day I renamed the SCP-████ because it turned out to be related to SCP-6173, and there are already 11 examples of existing objects that originated from SCP-6173, and 17 examples that may have originated from SCP-6173. Oh, that's 18 more now. Don't you think I've been assigned to the most ridiculous object research team ever? Researcher Taki: I enjoy being involved in the root of the anomaly, though…… Anyway, what are the SCP-6173 ― seriously, what are they? Dr. Mia: I guess they are like gargoyles. You know them? Researcher Taki: The rain gutter? Dr. Mia: Yes. Gargoyles were originally created for artistic purposes on gutters. They came in a variety of shapes, from animals and people to demons and monsters. The most common were gargoyles that resembled demons and monsters, which terrified later generations ― they thought they might move. The gargoyle as a monster was born from this fear. In other words, the gargoyle is a monster created by human imagination. Researcher Taki: I see. SCP-6173 also creates properties from human imagination. SCP-6173 forces…… people to imagine themselves and then acquire those properties. What does this mean, and what does SCP-6173 have to do with us? [IRRELEVENT CONVERSATIONS OMITTED] [END LOG] SCP-6173 related record - Intelligence On 05/02/2021, An incident involving SCP-6173 occurred while conducting an experiment in which Class-D personnel was used as test subjects to cause humans to lose all emotion and intelligence4. The following is an excerpt from the experiment log. Experiment log Site Responsible Experiment Supervisor Subject Site-205 James Rice D-50090 [BEGIN LOG] 05/02/2021 [15:59] D-50090 is tied to a chair in the experimental chamber. [16:00] The chamber is sprayed with a gas that causes emotional suppression. [16:03] A television screen set up in the chamber shows multiple cognitohazards which have the effect of rapidly decreasing intelligence. D-50090 convulses due to the side effects. [16:05] Emotional disruption using a special electromagnetic wave makes it theoretically impossible for D-50090 to express any emotions. [16:19] Seven and a half minutes of music with a memetic effect is played from speakers installed in the chamber. [16:27] Music, electromagnetic waves, gas, and images stops. [16:30] The staff member in charge of the experiment enters the chamber, and conducts a simple intelligence test and an experiment on emotional control; D-50090 scores very low on the intelligence test, confirming the loss of emotion. [16:34] D-50090 is placed in a special housing chamber. First day's experiment over. 05/03/2021 [04:20] Some unusual effect occurs on the body of the sleeping D-50090. D-50090's body twitches and wakes up from sleep, and D-50090 screams. [04:21] D-50090 falls into a delirium, showing strong feelings of fear, despite having lost his emotions the day before. D-50090 then bites off his right arm and uses the blood to draw what looks like a symbol on the bed sheet; D-50090 tears the bed sheet into small pieces and puts them together to create an intricately shaped object; D-50090 laughs at it and says, "It's art." [04:22] D-50090 prays to the object he made and speaks some words. The content is inaudible. [04:23] D-50090's object starts to move due to an unknown factor; D-50090 screams and tries to run away. The object turns into a headless humanoid sculpture, approaches D-50090 and crushes his neck; D-50090 dies; D-50090's blood splatters on the lens of the surveillance camera, and the camera image is unable to show the chamber. [04:25] Foundation staff arrive at the chamber where D-50090 was contained. 2 undifferentiated SCP-6173 instances are in the chamber. [04:27] Two undifferentiated instances each differentiate. Since both have differentiated into entities with no dangerous anomalies, the staff secures them intact. [END LOG] Addendum 5 - Conclusion Based on the aforementioned supplementary materials and the results of further research, the following conclusions can be drawn about the origin and nature of SCP-6173. Conclusion 05/20/2021 In conclusion, it is assumed that the original form of SCP-6173 was a "concept". As a result of a detailed examination of the incident described in Addendum 4, it was confirmed that some kind of entity had invaded D-50090's body just before he awoke, and this entity was SCP-6173. D-50090 had lost his intelligence and emotions, but seemed to have regained them the moment SCP-6173 possessed him. D-50090 was very afraid of something, and it has always been standard practice for the concept of fear to be metaphysically reduced to "art" - so the D-50090 was probably trying to give form to that fear. To D-50090's relief, the work of art became a sculpture that attacked D-50090 and crushed his neck. And just like that, the sculpture went on multiplying, creating two undifferentiated instances. Our guess is that SCP-6173 is the closest concept to what we call "emotion". SCP-6173 possesses organisms that lack intelligence and emotions, causing them to develop strong emotions and output those emotions in a tangible form. This form is the medium through which SCP-6173 is transformed from a concept into a metaphysical form, and is probably the medium through which SCP-6173 multiplies as a species. In other words, the number of SCP-6173 currently contained is not 1% of all SCP-6173, but less than 0.01%. As long as there are people, SCP-6173 will continue to metaphysically drop, multiply, and influence human history. Why have humans always tried to make the incomprehensible into the comprehensible? SCP-6173 probably has a lot to do with that culture. Sculptures, music, movies, plays, etc., are all ways to turn the fear of the unknown, such as natural disasters, and the fear of monsters, demons, and other harmful things, into a medium that can be understood. Perhaps SCP-6173 was behind this, guiding us to give form to our emotions. Trying to give form to the formless, trying to give form to emotions, trying to express what we want to. This may be what we call "Art". Site-173, Head researcher of SCP-6173 Dr. Mia Andrews Footnotes 1. Mainly curiosity, discomfort, and fear 2. Löyly; a Finnish sauna technique in which aromatic water is poured over sauna stones to generate steam and rapidly raise the room temperature. 3. Animism; the idea that a spirit or spirits reside in everything, whether living or inorganic. 4. This D-class personal was to be used later for the experiment of SCP-███. |
SCP-6174 | safe | Item #: SCP-6174 Level 3 Secret + Open: Object Class Addendum - Close: Object Class Addendum [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: Senior Staff; Subject: SCP-6174 Down-Class Dear Fellows, Did you all get the recent hand-down from the O5? What’s going on here? How the blazes is SCP-6174 not still an Apollyon-class anomaly? Has something changed that I haven’t been made aware of? I highly doubt it, because I can still see the god damned ball. I don’t need more headaches on top of the already-chronic ones, and this down-classification is either a monumental clerical error or a disaster waiting to happen. Maybe both. I’ve formally requested reclassification, again, though this time La Rosa reminded me of that new Ticonderoga class and I begrudgingly agreed with her. Damn it, we’re the Foundation, not some pencil factory, but if the O5 are so convinced that this thing isn’t a threat to humanity then we should at least make sure everyone who reads the file knows that we have no idea how to contain it. Signed, Dr. Lass “Gaze too long at the ball and the ball will also gaze into you” – Nietzsche, probably Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: You Know Who You Are Dear Fellows and at Least One Imbecil, I will find whichever one of you changed my email signature, and I will stick my boot so far up your ass that you’ll see my rubber treads instead of SCP-6174 when you lie down at night. Signed, Dr. Lass You know what, I’m removing the quote library from my signature. It saddens me to know that the depths of those passages were lost on many of you, as it stood. - Close: Object Class Addendum [Pixel Reconstruction] SCP-6174 (lights OFF), viewed through the wall of the Bunker 2 break room (lights ON). Special Containment Procedures: Containment Site Research Site Observation Site 6174 has been established around SCP-6174’s resting place, as the nature of the object renders retrieval impossible. Foundation agents stationed nearby at the Arecibo Observatory are to maintain the appearance that Containment Site Research Site Observation Site 6174 is a series of utility bunkers containing sensitive seismographic equipment for the calibration and protection of the Arecibo Radio Telescope. Site 6174’s perimeter consists of two 5-meter-tall industrial chain link fences topped with barbed wire, spaced twenty meters apart, surrounding a circular area of Puerto Rican rainforest measuring approximately 1000 meters in diameter. A large gatehouse on the northern end of the ring-fences, containing personnel living and sleeping quarters, offers the only entrance to and from the enclosure. Due to Site 6174’s remote location, clear display of warning signage, and documents circulated within the Arecibo Observatory that the “sensitive seismographic equipment” at the site must not be disturbed, so far there have been no significant attempts by non-Foundation entities to gain entry to Site 6174 nor its central bunkers. At the center of Site 6174’s enclosure lies a module of seven interconnected bunkers, with six bunkers surrounding the seventh in a hexagonal formation. Each bunker consists of a 10-meter-diameter concrete dome, accessible via a door to the outside and connected to the others via concrete tunnels. No one is to enter any of the seven bunkers without the express direction of the Site Director. These bunkers contain, in clockwise order from the northwest-most bunker: Bunker 1 (Command) The retired command center for the containment research observation module. Live footage from Bunkers 1-6 has been rerouted from the display panels in Bunker 1 to video monitors in the gatehouse. Bunker 2 (Break Room) Contains restrooms, a seating area, a coffee maker, and simple amenities for food preparation. All meals are to be taken in the gatehouse when possible. Bunker 3 (Research) Contains various retired equipment for conducting research into the nature of SCP-6174. One corner of the bunker holds a small, standard interview cell furnished with additional artistic supplies. The rest of the bunker is devoted to a medical suite with brain-imaging equipment for monitoring the brain activity of test subjects. Bunker 4 (Cells) Contains one guard post and two standard humanoid containment cells built up against the SCP-6174-facing wall. Each cell is to be kept furnished with simple living amenities adequate for one human subject. Bunker 5 (Security) Guard station. Contains a minimum of two armed guards at all times that any Bunkers contain D-Class personnel, and can sustain up to nine guards at any given time. Bunker 6 (Sensors) Contains autonomous monitoring devices for various environmental conditions, including atmospheric and seismographic sensors. All necessary data feeds have been rerouted to video monitors in the gatehouse. Bunker 7 (Containment) The central chamber, Bunker 7, houses SCP-6174. This chamber is accessible only from the tunnels which connect it to Bunkers 1 (Command), 5 (Security), and 3 (Research), and is to remain sealed at all times when not in use. Bunker 7’s interior chamber is lit by an array of wall-mounted LEDs to a soft white glow during daylight hours and a low-level diffuse red glow at night (not to exceed 0.001 lumens). Calibration for Bunker 7’s nocturnal lighting should be made so that the average color value of the surface of SCP-6174 matches the approximate color value of the inside of the human eyelid when closed in a dark room. No personnel are to enter the central facility without express direction from the Site Director. Security staff All personnel located at Site 6174 are to remain within the ring of ground between the two fences at all times. The perimeter of the ring-fences is to be patrolled by site security on an hourly rotation. All personnel are to be subjected to psychiatric evaluation on a monthly weekly annual basis. Personnel who fail to maintain high scores across their metrics for mental fortitude and compartmentalization, or who score above their baselines for obsessive or compulsive metrics, are to undergo Deep-Permanence evaluation. Individuals who have not developed Deep-Permanence are to be administered Class-A amnestics and relocated for placement at Foundation facilities no less than 1,000 kilometers from Site 6174. Personnel who fall within the parameters for relocation but who display Deep-Permanence are to be brought to the Site Director for further briefing. Description: SCP-6174 is an immovable, stationary object located at 18°19'0█.██"N by 66°45'2█.██"W, in ██████ province, Puerto Rico. Its appearance is that of an off-white sphere, 16.22 centimeters in diameter, floating one meter above the forest floor via unknown means. A small, pre-Columbian pedestal/altar of non-native granite, which has been deemed to be non-anomalous, sits below SCP-6174. The surface of the sphere appears to be perfectly round, though not perfectly smooth. SCP-6174’s off-white exterior has been likened to bone, eggshell, pumice, and many other materials by observers, though all attempts to gather a sample of its surface or to otherwise analyze its chemical composition have been met with failure. SCP-6174’s primary anomalous feature is that, upon being seen, it cannot be unseen. Obstacles that would normally obstruct a subject’s line of sight toward SCP-6174 fail to do so, resulting in the sensation that SCP-6174 is instead “in front” of any such obstructing materials. So far, no natural or artificial substance has been found that can block a subject’s view of SCP-6174. This includes, but is not limited to: concrete, lead, silver, wood, beryllium bronze, holy water, [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS], and eyelids. For a full list of tested materials, researchers may submit a request to the Site Director. Most subjects are not aware of SCP-6174 until they approach within 250 meters of the object or have their attention directed toward its location. This distance varies greatly based on the perceptive qualities of the subject and the degree of difference between the average color value of their observable environment and that of SCP-6174’s exterior surface. + Open: Video Log - Close: Video Log VIDEO LOG: DATE: ██/██/19██ NOTE: Subject D-3044 was transported to Site 6174 on ██/██/19██ and immediately ushered into Bunker 7, containing SCP-6174. The bunker was sealed, with D-3044 as its sole occupant, with researchers in Bunker 1 observing via video feed. Oral instructions were provided to the subject via the bunker’s PA system. [BEGIN LOG] 14:22: Subject D-3044 is instructed to sit at a wide table that has been set up facing SCP-6174. Subject is commanded to keep their head pointed toward SCP-6174 at all times. Subject proclaims surprise and discomfort with the fact that she can see SCP-6174 when she blinks. 14:24: Subject is told to pick up various panels lying on the table, each consisting of a different material, and hold them in front of her face. D-3044 follows each command promptly, and appears disoriented when she attempts to “block” her view of SCP-6174 with the panels provided. Subject repeatedly attempts to touch the image of SCP-6174 that she sees “in front” of the held panels. 14:53: Subject completes testing with all of the provided material panels. None appear to have had any obstructing effect on SCP-6174. Subject reports feelings of mild vertigo. 15:02: Subject hears the sound of the bunker door opening behind her and turns her head toward the source of the sound. Subject begins to scream. [END LOG] - Close: Video Log Beyond the superimposition of SCP-6174’s image at the forefront of the subject’s line of sight, SCP-6174 also remains “visible” even when it passes beyond the normal human field of vision. If a subject stands facing SCP-6174 and rotates their eyes or head until the object would pass out of view, instead the subject will continue to “see” SCP-6174 in the void of sight beyond their peripherals. This sensation has a remarkably deleterious effect upon the mental state of most viewers, with subjects describing its visible presence beyond their peripherals as “unbelievably disorienting,” “mentally tortuous,” and “just ██████ wrong”. Subjects who remain in close proximity to SCP-6174 often develop swift phobias of allowing SCP-6174 to exit their normal range of vision, citing their discomfort and inability to function properly when it does so. Most subjects become functionally blind for any extended periods wherein SCP-6174 sits beyond their normal range of vision, as their devotion of focus to the image of SCP-6174 prevents them from properly observing the rest of their surroundings. Upon withdrawing to a significant distance from SCP-6174, most subjects report that the miniscule image of the object, though still fully visible, is nevertheless much less mentally taxing. Site 6174 has been constructed to reflect this finding, as site staff have reported significantly higher levels of comfort in the gatehouse than in the bunkers. + Open: Interview Log - Close: Interview Log Interviewed: D-9253. Interviewer: Researcher Augustina de La Rosa. Foreword: Subject D-9253 demonstrated a remarkable resilience to the usual mental strains caused by SCP-6174’s persistent visual effect during his first day of testing at Site 6174. Site Director Lass requested that a number of simple questions be asked of the subject while his resilience remained high in order to establish a psychological baseline. Begin Log. 17:45, ██/██/19██] [Researcher de La Rosa and D-9253 are seated on opposite sides of the interview table in Bunker 3. Dr. Lass stands nearby. Researcher de La Rosa will be referred to as “Interviewer.”] Interviewer: [Reading from questionnaire] So, D… 9253. You’ve seen the ball- pardon, you’ve seen SCP-6174 up close and personal for a few hours now. D-9253: [Staring at the wall to his left. His line of sight is pointed directly toward the nearby Bunker 7.] Yup. Interviewer: So you have. And… [Interviewer notices the direction of D-9253’s gaze.] Ah. You’re looking at it now, aren’t you? D-9253: Aren’t you? Interviewer: [Rearranging her papers] Sure, yes, sure, I suppose we all are. But you are looking at it, right now. Not just seeing it in the corner of… never mind. First question. What does SCP-6174 look like? D-9253: What? The ball? It’s right there, man. [Subject points at the wall.] You can see it too. [Subject pauses.] You can, right? Interviewer: [Interviewer’s eyes briefly flick to her right.] I ask the questions, D-9253, and you answer them promptly. What does SCP-6174 look like? D-9253: Well, I mean, it’s a ball. A white ball, you know, like a moth ball. Like one of those old ones, yeah, that are actually round, not the new little flat things. [Subject pauses.] It’s… really round, you know? Like… I don’t know. It’s just the right size for me to get my hands around it. [Subject laughs.] Think I almost got shot earlier when I figured that one out. But, I… I don’t know, what else do you want? It doesn’t feel cold or anything. Just a bit rough, kind of like a sidewalk. Maybe a bit smoother. Depends on the neighborhood. Interviewer: And how does it feel? Not to the touch, but otherwise? How does it make you feel? D-9253: [Subject pauses.] You know, it’s got that… that hum. Not like a- an actual hum, uh, that you can hear, but like, it just sort of feels like it should hum. Interviewer: I’m not sure that I follow. It doesn’t hum, but it feels like it should? D-9253: …yeah? Maybe that’s not the best way to say it. [Subject pauses.] It just feels like you’re supposed to know it’s there. Interviewer: Could you extrapolate? D-9253: Could I what? Interviewer: Tell me more about what you meant when you said that the b- that SCP-6174 wants you to know that it’s there. D-9253: Oh. [Subject pauses.] You ever met someone who was just, like, the center of attention? Not like a punk who tries to show off or anything. I mean someone who just… where the room just knows that they’re there, and you always kinda feel like you should be glancing over at them. I don’t know. Not like a dick at a bust or anything, but a… what’s the word? Those super charismatic guys. Interviewer: So you’re saying that SCP-6174 feels charismatic? That it has a character? How does- D-9253: [Subject cuts off the interviewer.] No, no, it doesn’t feel like it’s- like it’s a person or anything. It just… [Subject pauses.] Let me try that another way. I feel like I’m supposed to know that it’s there. Interviewer: [Writing] You have shown a marked ability to, ah, to keep your cool when SCP-6174 is not in your direct line of sight, D-9253. Prolonged exposure did not appear to be a comfortable experience for you, but you were nevertheless quite stable when SCP-6174 was beyond your normal range of vision. Tell me: what does it feel like when SCP-6174 is not in your direct line of sight? D-9253: Oh, man. Yeah, that’s weird, not gonna lie. It… well, honestly, when I’m not looking at it, I feel like I actually am still looking at it. You know? It’s so clear, and surrounded by that darkness, that I just can’t help but, uh, focus on it. Interviewer: So you’re saying that you feel calm, or maybe soothed, by focusing on the ball? That’s why it doesn’t bother you? D-9253: Yeah, I guess so. I tried to ignore it, this morning, and keep looking… and keep looking in the direction that my eyes were pointing, but that’s not really how it works, is it? Since I don’t actually have to look at it to look at it. So… I just don’t really try to fight it, I guess. [Subject shrugs.] If it wants me to look at it, I’ll look at it. Interviewer: And what if you try not to look at it? D-9253: I get to look at my lunch again. [Subject laughs.] No, that was what happened, right? I think I threw up when… when you guys forced me not to look at it for way too long. It’s all kinda fuzzy. Interviewer: Thank you, D-9253. That will be all. D-9253: [Still looking toward SCP-6174] Cool. [End Log. 17:49, ██/██/19██] Closing Statement: [Following the interview, D-9253 was transferred to one of the holding cells in Bunker 4. Dr. Lass informed research staff that D-9253 would be kept on-site for a minimum of 90 days to observe the long-term mental ramifications of sustained proximity to SCP-6174.] - Close: Interview Log SCP-6174’s image always appears clear in the mind of the viewer. Though the sphere’s diameter may seem to grow larger or smaller as a subject approaches or retreats from SCP-6174, such is the extent to which a subject can manipulate the image of the object. Attempting to blur one’s vision via focusing or unfocusing the eyes through any means, natural or artificial, results in a field of view that is blurry except for the clear image of SCP-6174. This extends to the subject’s peripheral vision, which under normal circumstances is not particularly receptive to finer visual details. In the case of SCP-6174, the subject can clearly “see” the details of SCP-6174’s exterior when it sits at the edge of their vision and when it passes beyond their normal range of vision. So far, the lighting conditions within SCP-6174’s enclosure have proven to be the only reliable way to cause any changes to the viewer’s perceived image of SCP-6174 beyond movement toward and away from the object. Subjects describe SCP-6174’s brightness and color to be directly related to the lighting conditions within its enclosure. Research has shown that lighting the surface of SCP-6174 to the approximate color value of the Bunkers’ exterior surface during daylight hours and to the approximate color value of the inside of the human eyelid during nighttime hours is the most effective means of reducing mental strain on its viewers. Current containment procedures have been revised to reflect this finding. + Open: Interview Log - Close: Interview Log [Pixel Reconstruction] SCP-6174 (lights OFF), viewed through the wall of the Bunker 2 break room (lights OFF). Interviewer: Researcher Augustina de La Rosa. Interviewed: D-9253 Forward: At the time of the interview, subject D-9253 had been held in Bunker 4 for 90 days. Bunker 4’s proximity to SCP-6174 resulted in D-9253’s inability to escape the omnipresent image of SCP-6174 for the duration of the 90 day period. [Begin Log. 8:15, ██/██/19██] Interviewer: Please state your name. D-9253: [Staring at the wall to his left. Subject appears to be looking in the direction of SCP-6174.] Interviewer: D-9253. [Snaps fingers toward the subject’s face] Please state your full name. D-9253: [Subject slowly begins to turn his head toward the Interviewer, before halting, and turning back toward the wall.] I call it [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS]. Interviewer: You- [Interviewer exchanges a look with Dr. Lass, who nods.] What is your name, D-9253? D-9253: It doesn’t call me anything. Dr. Lass: Just continue down the questionnaire, La Rosa. Interviewer: Right. D-9253, please describe the appearance of SCP-6174. D-9253: It’s there. [Subject pauses.] It’s there. It’s there, and we’re here. Interviewer: D-9253. [Snaps fingers toward the subject’s face] Please describe the appearance of SCP-6174. Not its location, but its appearance. D-9253: I know. I did. [Subject sways slightly and points at the wall.] It looks like it’s there, because it is. It’s there. Interviewer: But what does it look like? Is it white? Is it round? How large is it? D-9253: Sure. Yeah. Round, white, whatever. It’s the wrong size. Interviewer: It’s… the wrong size for what? D-9253: Do you know I see it in my dreams? Interviewer: [Interviewer exchanges a look with Dr. Lass, who nods.] You see it in your dreams? Please ex- please tell me what you mean by that. D-9253: I see it in my fucking DREAMS! [Subject suddenly begins yelling. His eyes remain pointed directly toward SCP-6174.] When I close my FUCKING EYES it’s THERE and when I open them it’s THERE and and when I’m asleep- it’s right- it’s floating- it’s not- it feels wrong, it feels so wrong, and it slides around to the back of my brain, and it eats and eats and eats and EATS and I can’t see or or or… the fucking hum it’s fucking THERE. [Subject begins crying.] I’m gonna see it when I fucking die, aren’t I? I’m gonna see it when I die and I’m gonna be all alone just me and the ball and nothing else for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever just me and the ball and I won’t even have eyes so there won’t be anywhere else to look and it’ll just be me and the ball and I can’t fucking die cuz it’ll just be me and the ball and and and [Subject begins sobbing.] Interviewer: [Researcher de La Rosa’s eyes briefly flicker toward the wall.] Back to the question, D-9253. What do you mean when you say you see it in your dreams? Do you see it the way you see normal things in a dream, or does SCP-6174 present the same characteristics as it does in real life? For example, if you wish to, can you stop seeing it in your d- D-9253: [Subject lurches toward the table, causing Researcher de La Rosa to flinch, though the subject is securely restrained to his chair.] NO! I can’t fucking stop seeing it, have you not been listening? It’s THERE. It’s not that I can’t… it’s not that I can’t stop seeing it, it’s that it never stops BEING there. I can’t make it not be there. Neither can you. No one can. Yeah, that’s right, I heard the guards talking about how you can’t even scratch the fucker. You said real life? Well when I sleep it’s still there, in real life, you know. It’s still there. In my dreams. Right there, right now. It’s there for you too. It’s there for all of us. It’s not going anywhere. [Subject begins to laugh.] It’s never going anywhere. It’s always been there, hasn’t it? It has, because it is, and when I look at it, nothing else really feels like it is, you know? And it’s the same for all of you fuckers. [Subject begins rocking back and forth, still staring at the wall.] I’m not here and you’re not here but IT’s there, oh yeah, it’s definitely there, and nothing can stand before it because it’s there and there is where it is and I could see it in the womb I bet you yeah I bet I could see it in the womb cuz it woulda been there too, it woulda been there, and it woulda [Subject’s speech grows progressively quieter and turns unintelligible. At a nod from Dr. Lass, security personnel escort D-9253 out of the interview chamber.] Dr. Lass: [Speaking into a hand-held voice recorder.] Note on interview of D-class, afternoon ██/██. Subject reports appearance of object in their dreams, in its anomalous form. Get ball rolling on nocturnal brain wave monitoring, ASAP. Draft proposal for request of indefinite extension of subject’s tenure at Site 6174. Progress is marked. [End Log. 8:19, ██/██/19██] [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: A Change of Pace Dear Fellows, Containment protocol for SCP-6174 has been given a slight tweak for all of our sanity. Starting Tuesday, we will be keeping Bunker 7 lit with a nifty automatic sensor relay, courtesy of Researcher Erikson. It was really Richard’s idea, but he didn’t have the tools to actually build the thing. Go figure. The point is: from now on, unless we are testing during the day, that orb is going to be lit to whatever the native color of the outside of the bunker is during daylight hours, and automatically dimmed to a dull reddish-black at night so that we can all get some much-needed shuteye. Here’s hoping it works. Signed, Dr. Lass. “A fire eater must eat fire even if he has to kindle it himself.” – Salvor Hardin, Foundation, by Isaac Asimov Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: A Note on Sophomoric Idiocy Dear Fellows, I was recently made aware of a crude attempt at workplace humor scrawled on a sticky note on the wall in Bunker 2. First and foremost, I must remind you all of the absolutely zero-tolerance policy for defacement done to the Site and its infrastructure, and that all posted signs must be pre-approved. Second of all, I must ask: Seriously? Has scientific integrity dipped so low that you find humor in crass comments about the weight of one’s mother? For shame, ladies and gentlemen; for shame. Moreover, we should all know by now that no human body, no matter how corpulent, is capable of blocking the image of SCP-6174 from the mind’s eye. Signed, Dr. Lass. “It’s out of fashion in these decaying times to be a scholar.” – Onum Barr, Foundation, by Isaac Asimov - Close: Interview Log Though all efforts to contain the visual presence of SCP-6174 have failed, containment of the object itself has been continually successful since 1951. Any effects that SCP-6174 may have on the greater public have been deemed to be largely nonexistent well worth their potential risks completely unknown and potentially a vector for an AK-Class "madness" end of the world scenario non-threatening in nature and fitting of the requirements for an Object Class of Safe. [Pixel Reconstruction] SCP-6174 (lights ON), viewed through the bookcase of the Gatehouse Office (██/██/1995, lights ON). Discovery: SCP-6174 came to the Foundation’s attention in 1951, when Steve Balmer, a well-respected reporter for National Geographic, began work on a cultural piece concerning a small cell of religious fanatics living on the forested slopes of northern Puerto Rico. Notably, his research concerned a local folk legend of “El Ombligo del Mundo” (“The World Navel/The Umbilical of the World”), thought by believers to be some sort of deity or primeval nucleus that could inhabit the human mind. Foundation agents seized all materials related to the National Geographic piece in a raid on ██/██/19██ and administered amnestics to Balmer and all connected staff. MTF Iota-III (“Papal Bull”) was dispatched to Puerto Rico to investigate the authenticity of the religious cell, retrieve any anomalous items, and perform cleanup operations. Upon arrival, MTF Iota-III quickly located SCP-6174 with the assistance of local rumors, immediately notifying command of the object’s “non-unseeable” nature and establishing a secure perimeter along lines similar to those of the modern-day ring-fence. MTF Iota-III further discovered a diverse community of native Puerto Ricans and other Caribbean islanders living in a diffuse cave system below SCP-6174, who called themselves “Los Hijos del Ombligo” (“Children of the Navel”). Contact with these “Children” was initially peaceful, though tensions rose when members of the task force began interviewing members of the group. When Iota-III’s Materials Coordinator attempted to take samples from SCP-6174 for testing, altercations ensued. Over the course of the following three days, [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS] resulting in the deaths of all thirty-two Children reported by MTF Iota-III, along with two members of Iota-III, as well as the total collapse of the cave system in which the Children had been dwelling [See Exploration Log [DOCUMENT EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS]]. Foundation scientists were flown in, the seven-bunker system and ring-fences constructed, and containment established. After one year of cross-island amnestic regimens and the alteration of relevant historical archives by Foundation agents, no further incidence of civilian discourse concerning SCP-6174 has been uncovered. Analysis of the granite pedestal below SCP-6174 brought the surprising conclusion that it had been carved in ~2500 BCE, or five hundred years prior to the earliest human remains so far discovered in Puerto Rico, which dated to 2000 BCE. No similar granite structures have since been found in the vicinity of SCP-6174, though prior to the collapse of the Children’s tunnel system, MTF Iota-III had reported [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS]. Initial excavations by Foundation scientists in the 1950s could not validate these claims, and in 1954, Site Director Merriweather suspended all excavations indefinitely. Research into the history of the Children during initial containment revealed a long history of secretive interest in SCP-6174 on the island. Following Columbus’ brief stop in Puerto Rico in 1499, and again following the founding of Caparra in 1508, the [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS]. By the time of America’s invasion of Puerto Rico at the tail end of the Spanish-American war, rumors of “Los Hijos del Ombligo” had once again begun to spread through the surrounding countryside. This group appears to have been the same community that maintained residence around SCP-6174 until their demise following the events of 1951. In 1952, Foundation plants within the United States Department of Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (ARPA) maneuvered policy decisions toward the construction of the Arecibo Telescope near SCP-6174 under the guise of defense applications for the detection of missile activity at extremely high altitudes. Foundation scientists had been pushing for such an array for decades, as many research proposals called for the far-range radio telescope capabilities of such a structure. At the time of its discovery, SCP-6174 was assumed to perhaps serve as a transmitter or beacon for some unknown entity(s), and as such, the construction of the Arecibo Observatory nearby would allow for simultaneous surveillance and research of the object. The geography of the area, prone to sinkholes and other underground systems, was further expedient to selection for the site of the telescope. Construction of the Arecibo Observatory was completed in 1963, and has maintained a strong Foundation presence ever since. So far, no signs have been found that SCP-6174 serves any transmissive function, beyond its temporary application in Project YANH. On December 1, 2020, [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS]. Research Logs: FINDINGS Live video and recorded video bears SCP-6174’s effect SCP-6174 appears in videos, both live and prerecorded, as it would appear if the observer were viewing the object from the vantage point of the photoreceptors of the filming camera. If SCP-6174 is obstructed from view in the video, it will still appear at the “front” of the viewer’s field of vision in the video. However, SCP-6174 cannot pass “beyond” the edge of the screen on which it is shown. The lighting conditions of the object in videos are those from the time of original filming. SCP-6174 will appear in perfect clarity regardless of the definition of the video capture device or playback screen. Photographs bear SCP-6174’s effect SCP-6174 appears in photographs as it would appear if the observer were viewing the object from the vantage point of the photoreceptors of the camera. This gives the photograph an oddly “3D” effect, as tilting an image that contains a materially obstructed SCP-6174 will cause the image of SCP-6174 to move across the photograph’s surface in front of any intervening materials. The lighting conditions of the object are those from the time of the image’s original capture. SCP-6174 will appear in perfect clarity regardless of the definition of the image capture device or the material onto which the image is transferred. Artistic depictions do not bear SCP-6174’s effect Artistic depictions of SCP-6174, be they hand-drawn, digitally modeled, sculpted, poetic, or otherwise, bear none of SCP-6174’s visual effects, regardless of how accurate or inaccurate they may be to the image of SCP-6174. Even a pixel-by-pixel reconstruction of a digital file for a photograph of SCP-6174 that itself displays SCP-6174’s visual effects will fail to display SCP-6174’s visual effects. Non-humans are unaffected by SCP-6174’s visual effect Testing with a wide array of non-human animals has universally shown that said animals are unaffected by SCP-6174’s properties. The object seems to appear as an ordinary, if floating, orb to these creatures. Interestingly, this testing has revealed that the object is in fact off-white in color, as animals trained in color recognition and pattern matching were able to correctly match SCP-6174 to color swatches of its presumed color. This was not an assumed fact at the time of containment, as by nature of SCP-6174’s visual superimposition researchers could not write off the possibility that its surface was, to the non-human eye, some other color. Subjects with impaired vision see SCP-6174 clearly Subjects with poor vision are still capable of visualizing SCP-6174 clearly. These individuals often demonstrate more severe disorientation than other subjects in the face of SCP-6174’s effects, as it is harder for their mind to avoid latching onto its image against an unfocused background. Subjects who suffer complete or partial blindness see SCP-6174 clearly Subjects who are congenitally blind or who have otherwise lost their sense of sight are still capable of visualizing SCP-6174 clearly. These individuals often demonstrate extreme disorientation in the face of SCP-6174’s visual effects, often to the point of loss of consciousness and/or complete loss of any sense of direction. A small percent of blind subjects displayed a deep sense of rapture when brought near to SCP-6174, though loss of directional sense was still present. Blood on the surface of SCP-6174 On ██/██/20██, Researcher Erikson noted that there were two miniscule dark spots near the bottom of SCP-6174’s sphere that could not be explained by lighting conditions within Bunker 7. Under the assumption that this must be a foreign material, Erikson gained permission to attempt a sample extraction. Scrapings revealed both spots to be trace amounts of dried human blood, one of which was a direct match to the eldest of the religious group known as the Children at the time of the object’s initial containment. The other sample was much older, and thus difficult to match, though there is a high likelihood that [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS]. A spot of matching blood was discovered on the surface of the granite pedestal below SCP-6174, though there is no prevailing theory as to how these two spots could have survived the environmental effects of Puerto Rico’s weather for so many millennia. Further research into the subject has been temporarily suspended, pending advancements in the Foundation’s available techniques for organic sample study. + Open: From the Site 6174 Communications Archive - Close: From Site 6174 [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: Wilson? Dear Fellows, I have heard many of the junior researchers referring to SCP-6174 as “Wilson” over the past week. I do not know what prompted this development, but I must insist upon proper protocol. The ball is to be called SCP-6174, because that is what it is. Signed, Dr. Lass “When you look inward and confront the raw force of your own life unshielded, you see your peril.” – Muad’Dib, Dune, by Frank Herbert - Close: From Site 6174 Documents: + Document 1: Temporary Cessation of All Traffic From Site 6174 - Close: Document 1 Document 1: Temporary Cessation of All Traffic From Site 6174 NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL RELOCATIONS PERMISSIONS BOARD All travel and relocation requests, personal and otherwise, have been suspended for all members of staff at Site 6174, per emergency request of Interim Site Director Dr. Rothschild. Please stand by for further information from your superiors. — Edith Mayorkas, Director, PRPB Enacted ██/██/1955 Note: On ██/██/1955, Site Director Dr. Merriweather suffered a nervous episode en route to a conference on the mainland, which escalated into seizures, followed by full cardiac arrest, and ending in the death of Dr. Merriweather two hours after his flight’s emergency landing at the Orlando International Airport. Postmortem autopsy revealed multiple cerebral microaneurysms. Interviews with the Site Director’s traveling companions revealed that the man had lost control of his faculties as a direct result of his close work with SCP-6174. Dr. Merriweather had expressed to his companions an increasing feeling of disorientation as he traveled further from Site 6174, citing his ability to “see” SCP-6174 despite the vast distance between himself and the object. Dr. Merriweather described a feeling of unimaginable distance, and kept repeating phrases such as “God, it’s still there,” “We’re not supposed to be able to do this,” and “Oh God, I am undone.” Following this event, all Foundation personnel stationed at Site 6174 were placed on a temporary no-fly list until the situation could be resolved. A full investigation, aided in no small part by the researchers of Site 6174, revealed that those who have been in close proximity to SCP-6174 for extended periods of time are capable of pinpointing its exact position in their field of vision even at distances from which the object’s image has grown so small as to be imperceptible to the human eye. This came as no small surprise, as many Foundation staff (including the members of MTF Iota-III responsible for SCP-6174’s initial containment) had traveled to and from Site 6174 without any noted deleterious effects beyond the standard disorientation felt by most individuals while in the direct presence of the object. As a result of these events, all Foundation staff located at Site 6174 at the time of the incident were required to undergo a series of “object permanence” evaluations before being cleared for travel further afield. This involved transporting staff members progressively further and further from the site while under close medical observation to gauge whether they shared in Dr. Merriweather’s capacity to pinpoint SCP-6174’s image even at great range. 5█ out of ██ staff members passed these tests and were removed from the no-fly list, though █ members of staff (mostly junior researchers and security staff) failed their object permanence evaluations and were placed on indefinite assignment to Puerto Rican facilities, Site 6174 or otherwise. Measures were taken to relocate families of the affected as necessary. Containment procedures on-site were subsequently altered to reduce the density of hours that researchers spent in close proximity to SCP-6174, achieved via rotating work schedules and an increased reliance on video surveillance. Notably, █ of the █ individuals who failed their object permanence evaluations were nevertheless capable of maintaining normal baselines of mental fortitude and cognitive ability even while at great distances from SCP-6174. These findings were not acted upon for a number of years, but when Site Director Rothschild found her replacement in Dr. Lass, the relevant documents were brought to light and their potential applications reexamined. On ██-██-20██, initial testing of project “You Are Not Here” began at Site 6174 under the auspices of Site Director Lass. - Close: Document 1 + Document 2: Practical Applications of SCP-6174 - Close: Document 2 Document 2: Practical Applications of SCP-6174 FINDINGS Deep-Permanence Individuals SCP-6174 inflicts on some, but not all, affected individuals an imprint of “Deep-Permanence,” or the ability to model SCP-6174’s precise location and surface details even at distances from which the diameter of SCP-6174’s image should be orders of magnitude smaller than those observable to the human eye. The likelihood of an individual developing Deep-Permanence is a presumed function of time spent in immediate proximity to the object over distance from the object. So far, no reliable model for this function has been constructed. Further testing into subjects’ metrics for spatial reasoning, proprioception, innate curiosity, and religious attachment are pending. Deep-Permanence Receptives and Deep-Permanence Rejectors Individuals who develop Deep-Permanence can be further split into two categories. Approximately 90% of subjects selected from generalized pools developed an innate rejection to the application of this finer sense, as was the case of the late Dr. Merriweather. Results vary, but invariably lead to multiple cerebral microaneurysms, cardiac arrest, and death when separation from SCP-6174 is prolonged at great distance. The “event horizon” for these incidents varies widely between individuals. Approximately 10% of individuals who develop Deep-Permanence suffer little to no negative effects from separation from the object. Many of these individuals in fact display a sense of wonder at such separation, claiming that it “opens their mind” to distances which they had previously been unable to comprehend. The percent of Deep-Permanence Receptives to Rejectors has been shown to be significantly higher among intentionally vetted subjects, and testing has shown that among subjects who volunteered for testing, the Receptives outnumbered the Rejectors at a rate of ██ to █. Practical Applications of Deep-Permanence Receptives Individuals who are capable of maintaining visualization of SCP-6174 at great distances gain a subconscious ability to render its positional data toward various practical purposes. Such individuals express an innate understanding of how far away they are from SCP-6174, stating that they can “just tell” how distant the object is from how small the object appears in their vision. Testing with Deep-Permanence Receptives has proven this ability to be accurate to an extremely high degree, up to a maximum measured accuracy of 9█.████% gathered from a voluntary member of MTF ███–█ during a field test undertaken at the request of Site Director Lass. Deep Permanence Receptives also gain a high degree of directional awareness as a result of their constant visualization of a fixed point in space. Extensive testing of Deep-Permanence subjects has shown their ability to maintain directional clarity regardless of blindfolds, suspension, rotation, or use of narcotics, among other environmental factors. - Close: Document 2 Document 3: Request for Funding for Project YANH [DATA EXPUNGED FOLLOWING RAISA FINANCIAL DOCUMENTATION PROTOCOL] + Document 4: Initial Successes of Project YANH - Close: Document 4 Document 4: Initial Successes of Project YANH [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Ass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: MANDATORY READ: A Job Well Done Dear Fellows, Those of you who were present in Command this morning are already aware of the fact, but I wish to inform the rest of you that Project You Are Not Here has passed its first implementation in the field with flying colors. Team Leader ████ of MTF █-█was able to successfully deploy Agent █-9, know to us here at site 6174 as Richard, or “███’ ██████” (much to my chagrin), in an operation involving areas of warped spacetime, to spectacular result. Agent █-9 was capable of establishing a geometric lifeline to base reality via Deep-Permanence, and our experimental training with coded light projection onto the surface of SCP-6174 succeeded in allowing Agent █-9 to establish a temporal lifeline exactly as theorized. Two birds with one stone, indeed! A few minor side effects were noted, but none too troubling in a mission that was otherwise such a complete success. Mostly headaches and difficulty sleeping, which I’m sure we can all relate to. Perhaps most fascinating is the report that other members of MTF █-█ related an experience that can only be described as Deep-Permanence “leakage.” Team Leader ████ described a quasi-Scranton effect whereby the presence of Agent █-9 alone was capable of partially reducing the severity of reality-warping effects in his immediate vicinity. This report offers an enormous opportunity for us to truly push what we can do with SCP-6174, fellows. We must keep up and keep on! In closing, I’m afraid that I must eat hat. You may remember how vehemently I disapproved of our project’s acronym, as it was obviously proposed as a juvenile jab at my fondness for National Park maps, e.g. those oft-defaced ORIGINALS which hang in Bunker 2, but I should nevertheless thank La Rosa for pushing the vote through. It does grow on one. Signed, Dr. Lass “The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents” – Francis Wayland Thurston, The Call of Cthulhu, by H.P. Lovecraft Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; REPLY: MANDATORY READ: A Job Well Done Dear Fellows, My previous sentiment has been somewhat soured. Version history should make it a simple exercise to determine who changed my account handle in the site email server, and I will find a way to assign them to somewhere much less peaceful, PRPB be damned. You have until I return from my brief recess to think about your tomfoolery. Signed, Dr. Lass “I am forced to yield to the evidence of my senses, but I am nevertheless very much surprised” – Axel, Journey to the Centre of the Earth, by Jules Vernes - Close: Document 4 Document 5: Request for the Reclassification of SCP-6174 to Thaumiel (Approved) [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS] + Document 6: Selection for Enrollment in Project YANH, Phase One, Effective Immediately - Close: Document 6 Document 6: Selection for Enrollment in Project YANH, Phase One, Effective Immediately | …retrieving credentials | …authorizing access | …retrieving message | …displaying message MESSAGE START Eta-10 Charlie-5, You have been selected for enrollment in Project YANH, Phase One, effective immediately. Please report to Team Leader Beta-1 for briefing. Team Leader Beta-1 has pre-approved this brief synopsis of the program for your information: | C-Dog. We know you’ve got it in you. Remember Long Horizon? Go get ‘em. -TLB1 If you believe that this message has been sent in error, please report to Team Leader Beta-1 with all questions. MESSAGE END - Close: Document 6 + Document 7: [Retrieval Log: Watch This Video to Instantly Die] - Close: Retrieval Log Retrieval Log: “Watch This Video to Instantly Die” Retrieval Log: DATE: ██/██/20██ NOTE: Foundation agents in the vicinity of the ██████████ Museum of Modern Art reported an emergent situation concerning the overnight installation of an interactive exhibit titled “Did You Leave Your Oven On?” consisting of ██ pieces of experiential modern art, all of which held plaques detailing their display courtesy of the collection of one Mr. Clearwater & Daughters. Most of these pieces were deemed to be non-anomalous in nature, if highly disturbing in some cases. A full list can be obtained via a standard RAISA research fulfillment request. This exhibit was accessible to the public for 13 minutes on the morning of ██/██/20██, as museum staff were not aware of its anomalous nature at first. Foundation agents reported an emergent situation following the Museum’s closure at ██:██ due to the cardiac arrest and death of two patrons and reports of an installation titled “Watch This Video to Instantly Die.” Expecting visual cognitohazards and the possibility for a memetic kill agent, MTF Eta-10 (“See No Evil”) was dispatched to investigate the exhibit, retrieve any anomalous items, and perform cleanup operations. [BEGIN LOG] 9:59: Arrival of MTF Eta-10 at the ██████████ Museum of Modern Art. 10:03: Perimeter secured. Amnestic team deployed. 10:06: Initial sweep of exhibit “Did You Leave Your Oven On?” for visual cognitohazards begins. 10:13: Initial sweep for visual cognitohazards comes back negative. 10:14: Examination of specific installations begins. Instillation 7, titled “Your Refrigerator Is Running. Are You?”, is deemed anomalous and extracted. Object is pending classification as SCP-████. 10:21: Installation 1, titled “Watch This Video to Instantly Die”, is handled with extreme caution, as it is the supposed cause of death for two civilians. The installation consists of a standard █████-brand tablet device mounted securely on a stainless-steel table and enclosed within a cardboard box lain on its side, forming a primitive viewing booth. In front of the tablet sits a plastic lawn chair for the museum patron to sit in, separated from the tablet by an optometrist's phoropter that has had its lenses removed, the presumed purpose of which is to ensure that the patron watches the video from a specific vantage point. The tablet plays a looping video of concentric circles that guide the viewer’s vision toward the center of the screen. Viewed from afar, the object presents no cognitohazardous warning signs, and MTF ETA-10 Team Leader Bravo-1 commands that all components of it be removed from the scene wholesale for testing at a remote facility. [END LOG] - Close: Retrieval Log + Document 8: Observation of Hippocampal Activity in Subjects Suffering from Severe Malformation of the Occipital Lobe - Close: Document 8 Document 8: Observation of Hippocampal Activity in Subjects Suffering from Severe Malformation of the Occipital Lobe FINDINGS Hypothesis Previous experiments utilizing Researcher de La Rosa’s novel imaging array showed marked activity across a wide range of sensory structures in subjects experiencing the effects of SCP-6174 at close proximity, and even at long distances in subjects proven to have established Deep-Permanence of any significant degree. This study seeks to explore an unusual activity pattern found in the vast majority of cases wherein subjects experiencing visual stimulation showed spiking activity in areas of the brain not directly related to those visual stimulations provided by the researchers. Practice Two subjects (monozygotic twins, female, 23) with dampened occipital functions were imaged while experiencing a direct line of sight toward SCP-6174. Both subjects suffered from congenital malformations within the occipital lobe resulting in total blindness and the loss of auxiliary sensory faculties connected to the lobe. Results [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Researcher de La Rosa; To: Dr. Lass; Subject: GET BACK HERE STAT Dr. Lass, Get back here STAT. We ran the tests on the blind girls. They’re not seeing the ball, they’re remembering it. All the Best, Researcher de La Rosa - Close: Document 8 + Document 9: Selection for Enrollment in Project YANH, Phase Two, Effective Immediately - Close: Document 9 Document 9: Selection for Enrollment in Project YANH, Phase Two, Effective Immediately | …retrieving credentials | …authorizing access | …retrieving message | …displaying message MESSAGE START Eta-10 Charlie-5, You have been selected for enrollment in Project YANH, Phase Two, effective immediately. Please report to Team Leader Beta-1 for briefing. Team Leader Beta-1 has pre-approved this brief synopsis of the program for your information: | C-Dog! We’re ready to see you in action! You can ignore this “Enrollment” | for the time being. We’ve got a job that needs your shiny new peekers, and | I’ve already done the paperwork to fly you back to your “Bahamas getaway” | as soon as we’re done going art shopping. I will say, though, that this | Phase Two looks like it’s going to be one spicy meatball. All I know is | that you’re going to be doing work on Faster Than Light communication by | way of that skip. Leaps and bounds, C-Dog. Leaps and bounds! -TLB1 If you believe that this message has been sent in error, please report to Team Leader Beta-1 with all questions. MESSAGE END - Close: Document 9 + Document 10: [Findings: Watch This Video to Instantly Die] - Close: Document 10 Document 10: [Findings: Watch This Video to Instantly Die] FINDINGS Non-anomalous Nature of the Object(s) After extensive testing, no anomalous properties could be found in any of the component parts of the “Watch This Video to Instantly Die” installation, nor could testing with D-class personnel replicate the cardiac episodes of the two civilians who died at the ██████████ Museum of Modern Art. Reexamination of “Did You Leave Your Oven On?” MTF Eta-10 was redeployed to the ██████████ Museum of Modern Art in order to reexamine of the hall in which the exhibit “Did You Leave Your Oven On?” had appeared. Members were instructed to search for any environmental conditions that may have been overlooked in the first sweep. Agent Charlie-5’s Discovery Agent Charlie-5, a long-standing member of MTF Eta-10, had not been present at the initial sweep of the exhibit due to the completion of his Deep-Permanence training at Site 6174. Agent had demonstrated a particular aptitude for the program, and Team Leader Beta-1 had given the green light for his enrollment in Deep-Permanence training and subsequent readmission to the Task Force following its completion. Upon arrival at the former location of the video installation, Charlie-5 reported no unusual dilation of spacetime in the area. When given a diagram of the placement of the objects in the installation, Charlie-5 grew extremely troubled, and remarked that anyone who sat in the lawn chair and looked at the tablet through the phoropter would have been looking in a direct line toward SCP-6174. Emergency Testing Three Foundation facilities were immediately contacted for their fulfillment of three criteria: possession of D-class personnel, possession of an Agent trained in Deep-Permanence, and possession of adequate facilities to construct a high-accuracy array for the direction of subjects’ vision. All three facilities set about immediate recreation of the “Watch This Video to Instantly Die” installation, with Deep-Permanence Agents calibrating the viewer’s line of site toward SCP-6174. All three D-class personnel who observed the video from their calibrated vantage point experienced cardiac arrest within one minute, with posthumous autopsies showing multiple cerebral microaneurysms. Results Site-6174 Director Dr. Lass could not be contacted at the time of MTF Eta-10’s discovery, as he was actively in transit from a Directors’ Quorum on the continent. Researcher Augustina de La Rosa was given temporary emergency command of Site-6174 by order of O5-█. - Close: Document 10 + Document 11: Suspension of All Project YANH Activities, Effective Immediately - Close: Document 11 Document 11: Suspension of All Project YANH Activities, Effective Immediately From the Office of O5-█ All Project YANH Activities Suspended Indefinitely, Effective Immediately In light of recent developments in our understanding of the nature of SCP-6174, all Project YANH activities are to be halted and all outstanding Phases to be preemptively cancelled, pending reapproval by O5-█. All personnel who are working on or have worked on Project YANH will be contacted shortly by their liaison for the expedition of this process. - Close: Document 11 + Document 12: Critical Failures in Project YANH - Close: Document 12 Document 12: Critical Failures in Project YANH Note: Following the completion of their Deep-Permanence training through Project YANH on ██-██-20██, the first batch of YANH Stable Agents were returned to their teams for application in the field. Of ██ entrants to the program, only █ enrollees were unable to return to active duty as a result of complications resulting from their training. Many of the Stable Agents were able to successfully implement Deep-Permanence in the field to great positive effect, similar to those benefits demonstrated by the preliminary testing done by MTF █-█’s Agent █-9. However, ██ Stable Agents experienced unforeseen catastrophes as a result of their new abilities. A truncated list of extreme failures is provided below. FINDINGS Exploration of SCP-████ Stable Agent had demonstrated a marked ability to utilize the temporal lifeline offered by Deep-Permanence to SCP-6174, and initial hours spent within SCP-████ resulted in further progress than previous agents had been capable of making in the prior █ years of exploration. However, after exiting SCP-████, Stable Agent displayed an unshakable determination and deep phobia that they did not exist. Stable Agent refused to accept the fact of their own existence, yet was also terrified by the notion that they might not exist. Subject entered a manic episode ██ hours after arrival at the entry point to SCP-████, and was moved to suicide watch at the Site-██ mental rehabilitation ward, where they currently reside. Containment of SCP-████-█ Stable Agent’s presence on the containment team had a notably positive reality-stabilizing effect for the team members in her proximity. However, upon confronting SCP-████-█ in the field, Stable Agent refused to proceed with accepted containment procedures, citing SCP-████-█’s “non-anomalous nature.” Stable Agent vehemently continued in this assertion, and as a direct result, containment efforts failed, leading to the escape of the target. Exploration of SCP-███ Stable Agent passed through the portal and immediately collapsed, writhing and screaming. Stable Agent babbled incoherently about “seeing forever” for four minutes until seizing and entering cardiac arrest. Stable Agent was successfully retrieved by accompanying members of MTF ████-█, but was pronounced deceased upon return to baseline reality. Research at Site-██ Initial beta-testing of Project YANH Phase Two procedures prior to the full enrollment of its ██ intended Stable Agents resulted in [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] These events occurred within the four days immediately following the first batch of Stable Agents’ departures from Site-6174, and as such, attempts to abort the deployment of these agents in the field after YANH’s emergency status was declared were largely met with failure, or at least delay. - Close: Document 12 + Document 13: Personal Note from the Desk of Researcher Augustina de La Rosa - Close: Document 13 Document 13: Personal Note from the Desk of Researcher Augustina de La Rosa ██-██-20██ Gods, I haven’t slept in 26 nope, 28 hours. I need to crash after I get these thoughts out. Lass should be back soon, and for once I’m looking forward to that pissy little fellow. I’m tired of everyone thinking I’m in command, but there’s still SO much to be done, now that this shitball’s started rolling. There are at least two things wrong with well, we’ve come to two new conclusions about SCP-6174. Ironically, we seem to have hit them both on the head at the same time, me here in the lab and the boys out in ██████████. Both are pretty fucked up. Mine was that the Ball’s “ununseeability” is not really that we can always SEE it, but more that we always KNOW where it is. Similar, but different. I thought it was a memory thing when I first saw those deep brain scans of the twins, but I think it’s a little more pointed than that. Less that we “remember” where it is/what it looks like, and more that we just inherently know that it’s there. Kind of like how when we’re walking around we always know where our feet are. Maybe that’s also a memory thing, though, because muscle memory is a thing. Kind of. But anyway. We have a LOT more scanning to do before we can be sure of either hypothesis. What the boys in the field found out is well, I guess we suspected that this could be the case for a while now, in the back of our minds, but never really got around to testing it. I sure as hell didn’t want to think about it. Hindsight is 20/20 etc. etc. Well, it turns out that EVERYONE can see the ball, but they just don’t know where to look for it. As in, every human born under the sun can see the damned thing, so long as they’re pointed in the right direction. It makes so much sense, now that we know it. Like, our eyes naturally move in saccades. They twitch around in our head when look around, and even their “smooth” transits when we track moving objects aren’t infinitely granular. Really, we rarely actually look “at” anything. Just close to it. For someone in, say, Jakarta, that teeeeeeny little dot of SCP-6174 eight thousand miles away would not only be below their feet, but also INSANELY small. I haven’t crunched the numbers yet, but there has to be a bafflingly small percent chance that, over the course of their day-to-day life, anyone would EVER manage to look right at it on accident. But hoooo-boy, if someone DOES. 99.999999% (I think I did that right) of our species of bald monkeys are not Deep-Permanence trained little boys and girls. We aren’t supposed to be able to clearly picture something thousands of miles away. We aren’t trained to handle that sort of sheer scale. And when our squishy little monkey brains suddenly find themselves accurately processing just how much FUCKING SPACE lies between us and the other side of the globe, well… bye bye brain. Ok, I crunched the numbers because it was bugging me. Someone on the other side of the world looking at this thing would see it as close to the size of an atom (just one order of magnitude off). Yeah. Except they would be able to ACTUALLY SEE it somehow, and understand how small it is, which means understanding how far away it is, which means understanding how small THEY are, which means… It’s just not natural. Or rather, it IS natural that we wouldn’t be able to handle such a thing. Our brains aren’t made to be capable of processing things like that. Why would they? A monkey only needs to know its relatively immediate surroundings. A couple square kilometers, max. Sure, we can look up at the night sky and “look” billions of light years away, but we’re not actually processing what we’re looking at. Our brains literally can’t. We can process like… here to the supermercado. Maybe even to the beach. But when your brain suddenly realizes that for some GOD FORSAKEN REASON it is capable of accurately and completely visualizing an object from tens or hundreds or THOUSANDS of miles away, and you’re not one of those weirdos who trained to do that constantly… you just stop working. Splatooey. Gods, but the world is empty, isn’t it. It’s all empty space with a few chunks of stuff in it, and those chunks of stuff are made of particles that are ALSO mostly empty space. I know people throw those words around all the time, but the ball really makes you process just how tiny you are. I don’t even want to know what would happen if you looked at it from the Moon, or gods forbid from further away. Your little head would probably go thermonuclear. Maybe that’s how the Foundation will weaponize this – make a bunch of little walking monkey-brained time bombs. Fuck. I just ran the numbers from Pluto. You could see a NUCLEUS from that distance. Anyways. It’s bedtime. Here’s hoping for sleep. - A - Close: Document 13 Document 14: Emergency classification of SCP-6174 as Apollyon (Approved) [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS] + Document 15: From the Site 6174 Communications Log - Close: Document 15 [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: CODE INNOCENT Dear Fellows, We have entered a CODE INNOCENT situation. Check your handbooks if you don’t remember that one; it’s way in the back with the other “like that will ever happen” kind of vocabulary. You all know by now that I do not curse at shadows, but this one is an absolute nightmare. La Rosa has provided ample proof that SCP-6174 is one of two things, both of which have terrible implications. Option One: SCP-6174 is an Apollyon-class anomaly. This would entail that some aspect of its nature which we have been considering “anomalous” has wormed its way so deeply into how we, as humans, view our world, that it is inherently uncontainable and perhaps even actively causing the degradation of the human species. Thankfully, we have yet to prove that SCP-6174 really does much of anything, at least in the active sense, so we may yet be able to dodge this bullet. But we may not actually want to dodge this bullet, because Option Two is that: Option Two: SCP-6174 is “not anomalous.” This is the more terrifying of the two options, by a few degrees. This would entail that all human beings have some quasi-shared “memory” of a singular point, which, for whatever godforsaken reason, looks like a small white ball floating in the jungles of Puerto Rico. Now, this one would still be a headscratcher beyond the usual “why?”, since we know that the thing floats anomalously and is insanely durable. Hopefully those facts alone mean that we may yet be able to write off this “every human being has a small section of their brain devoted to the imaging of this object” hypotheses. Let’s hope that La Rosa can pull off her usual wizardry and find something useful for us. However, until we know more, we are still in CODE INNOCENT. All travel from Site 6174 has been suspended, and we are on indefinite lockdown while our superiors decide on the fate of our little site. I foresee an influx of fresh blood in the coming weeks as they send more hands to put on deck. Times like these make me ever-thankful that our operation was always deemed unnecessary for an on-site warhead. Signed, Dr. Lass “He who controls the ball controls the universe” – Frank Herbert, probably - Close: Document 15 + Document 16: Vote Count - Close: Document 16 Document: 16 Verdict on the Nature and Treatment of SCP-6174 [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS] [OVERRIDE KEY DETECTED: DATA UNEXPUNGED] Order of Business: Verdict on the Nature and Treatment of SCP-6174 Present: O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-██, O5-██, O5-██ Absent: O5-█, O5-██ Begin Log. 13:32, ██/██/20██] [Note: Sub-debates and arguments pertaining to unrelated matters have been excised. Certain statements have been expunged from the record at the behest of the speaking party.] O5-█: [Rearranging their papers.] Order, fellows. Order. The topic at hand, and I’m looking at you, ██████████, is that of SCP-6174. SCP-6174, as all of you know, is the un-unseeable sphere in Puerto Rico. The researchers at Site 6174 still haven’t figured out where it came from, or exactly how long it’s been there, or if anyone built it, or if it is in fact some naturally-occurring phenomenon, but as far as we know the thing has existed for multiple millennia longer than we have been observing it, doing little more than floating in people’s vision. However, the matter at hand is thus: we recently discovered that all of us have been observing it this whole time. We just didn’t know that we were doing so until last week, what with that damned video from the art exhibit. Which, by the way, also proved once and for all that the thing has great potential for public harm, as any party that could figure out how to get a large percentage of the human population to accurately look in its fundamental direction could achieve a mass madness and/or death event of enormous proportions. So. SCP-6174 has been temporarily granted a reclassification to Apollyon, and is pending a wholescale restructuring in its containment and research protocol, but if that were all, I would not have convened this meeting. Rather, █, who has had an eye on SCP-6174 for some 90-odd years now, has expressed a convincing argument to me in private for why we should not treat SCP-6174 as an Apollyon-class anomaly, and instead treat it as a Safe-class anomaly. I will pass the floor to █ now, as they are the more involved and knowledgeable party in this matter. O5-█: Thank you, █. Yes, I motion that we classify SCP-6174 as a Safe-class anomaly, and severely limit any and all further research or meddling that be done in relation to it. For starters: Yes, we cannot currently contain the object’s visual effect, regardless of the security of the object’s physical sphere. Yes, some individuals have died upon finding its miniscule dot in their field of vision. Yes, any of you could technically notice it at any moment as well, especially if you were to look in that direction. [O5-█ points toward the floor a few meters away, in the direction of Puerto Rico.] I already have, and I promise you that it does bend the mind quite a bit on first contact, though I doubt it would seriously rock any of your psyches. I know that I have certainly seen and felt worse things in my tenure here. The real issue with SCP-6174 is that it currently offers no more of a threat to humanity than any of nature’s other aspects already do. The world is, simply put, a dangerous place for our little humans. Take heights, for example. Yes, a human falling off of a tall enough object will most likely die. But we haven’t started assigning every cliff in the world an Object Class, now, have we? Of course not. Some people intentionally jump off of cliffs, sure, and others have wandered off of them on accident, but that is not really of our concern. We do not presume to protect all of humankind from their own stupidity or bad luck, unless someone were to find concrete proof that either of those features were not, in fact, naturally occurring aspects of human life. So we come to SCP-6174. Yes, it is undeniably an anomalous object, if by no other metric than the fact that we have yet to find anything else that has its unusual visual effect. That, and it floats. However, any negative effects that SCP-6174 may have on the greater public are roughly equivalent to those that the natural world already has on the greater public. Anyone can have an aneurysm at the drop of a hat, SCP-6174 or not. Pop. Dead. Aneurysms are not Keter-class objects. They are not even Objects, in our mind. They do not try to do anything. They are simply a thing that can happen. “But,” you will say to me. “An Object does not need to intend harm to be harmful.” True, I respond, but I am arguing that SCP-6174 is not a harmful object. It is simply an object through which some individuals can be exposed to the dangerous realization that they are infinitesimally small. Think about time for a moment. Time is the vector through which many deadly mediums affect humankind. Disease on its own does not kill a man, but the realization of a disease by way of time can have a deadly effect on humans. But “time” does not kill those humans. Disease does, just in a roundabout way, via the channel that is time. SCP-6174 does not kill anyone. It is simply an object whose existence causes viewers to realize, and perhaps even begin to comprehend, aspects of their baseline, non-anomalous reality that their human brains are not built to handle. Namely, distance and size. Distance and size are neither anomalous nor inherently dangerous, ah, metrics. They're just measurements. But humans are quite bad at dealing with measurements at the extreme ends of the spectrum. Atoms are just… tiny, and space is just… huge. Sure, you can slap some numbers on them in light years or nanometers, but humans simply cannot fathom sizes that small, nor distances that large. SCP-6174 merely breaks down that wall of incomprehension. SCP-6174 is only a threat to humanity in that it will, on an extremely occasional basis, cause some unlucky soul to realize just how small they are, and how monstrously large the rest of the world is. Any old priest could have a supreme crises of faith that would stop his heart just as effectively. It's not too uncommon for shocking revelations to cause heart attacks or the like, and the newfound understanding of scale brought on by viewing SCP-6174 should be treated no differently. Besides, if we get down to brass tacks, the likelihood of a man or woman looking at SCP-6174 on accident is probably much smaller than the likelihood of a priest going to meet their maker because they suddenly decided for themselves that said maker does not exist. In summation: SCP-6174 is no more of a threat to humanity than your average cliff is, or your average unexpected medical condition. As such, it should be given an Object Class of Safe, and largely left unmeddled with. I pass the floor to general debate. O5-██: All respect, █, but we have literally seen MC&D use this thing to kill people. How is that a Safe object? O5-█: I expected that one of you might ask that question. MC&D have killed people with their own bones before. Do we label bones as anomalous? Or the means by which said bones killed their victim? Or do we label MC&D as anomalous and forget about the bones? O5-██: Hmmm. But you must admit that SCP-6174 was the cause of death, and an anomalous death at that. O5-█: No, I do not have to admit that. SCP-6174 was the vector through which a deadly realization came about in a few persons’ minds. It was not their cause of death. O5-██: That’s just semantics, █. Don’t you remember our decision about [DATA EXPUNGED: UNRELATED MATTERS] [UNRELATED MATTERS] O5-█: Wait, wait. It doesn’t matter if this thing is “natural” or not, does it? It’s an anomalous object, even if the cause of death it brings about is technically one that could occur naturally. O5-█: Yes, it is an anomalous object. However, its effect on humankind at large is no more severe than most naturally-occurring objects or events, anomalous or otherwise. I am not motioning that we stop treating SCP-6174 as an Object in need of containment; I simply am motioning that we classify it as Safe and halt further meddling with it. It has sat snugly in its forest in Puerto Rico for who-knows-how-long, and look! Humanity has not suffered as a result. To quote ██’s oft-favored saying, I’m sure that more people have been killed by vending machines than by SCP-6174. But beyond simple death counts, which we all know are not a helpful metric for this discussion, SCP-6174 has never attempted to escape, or done anything else but to exist, so far as we know. It simply has one visual effect that cannot be contained, and whose effect is inherently self-containing. Until some unaware civilian survives noticing SCP-6174 in their vision and we need to deploy cleanup operations, this object is effectively Safe and essentially self-containing. O5-█: What about the possibility that the object is a reality anchor of some variety, or perhaps even a dimensional anchor in reference to a baseline property such as distance or size? I remember reading █’s report back in the ██’s on the possibility that SCP-6174 was a reality anchor built by a bygone civilization, akin to Scranton’s more recent work. Nothing ever came of that report, if my memory serves, which it always has. Should we not keep the research rolling on this thing to see if we can’t ascertain the object’s origins for certain one way or the other? O5-█: I’m glad you brought that up. In my mind, the dangers of poking this particular bear outweigh any possible benefits of so doing. If the object is in fact the result of some technological advancements beyond our current understanding, then we will no doubt eventually make those same technological advancements ourselves without its help. On the other hand, given the small chance that SCP-6174 is currently functioning as some form of reality anchor, any poking and prodding that we do to the object could cause an actual end-of-the-world scenario. I see the possible benefits as being far overshadowed by the possible losses. The thing has been there for over five thousand years, and I don’t see much reason to interrupt… whatever it is that it’s been up to this whole time, even if “that” is just “existing.” O5-█: You’re always one to advocate not poking the bear, █, but that has not always been a positive feature. Remember [DATA EXPUNGED: UNRELATED MATTERS] [UNRELATED MATTERS] O5-█: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] O5-█: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] O5-█: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] O5-██: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] O5-█: [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] O5-██: [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] O5-██: [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] O5-█: We have come full circle now with ██’s argument, so let us put the matter to a vote. To state the motion again, I motion that we classify SCP-6174 as a Safe-class anomaly, and severely limit any and all further research or meddling that be done in relation to it. Voting begins now. O5-██: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] [End Log. 14:48, ██/██/20██] [Vote Count:] Yeas: O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-██, O5-██, Nays: O5-█, O5-██ Absent: O5-█, O5-██ Verdict: Motion Carried. SCP-6174 was reclassified as a Safe-class anomaly, with all invasive research into its nature and function suspended indefinitely, pending any future reapproval by O5-█. - Close: Document 16 + Document 17: O5 memo Detailing the Reclassification of SCP-6174 as Safe - Close: Document 17 Document: 17 O5 memo Detailing the Re-classification of SCP-6174 as Safe From the Office of O5-█ SCP-6174 has hereby been reclassified as Safe, effective immediately. In light of recent developments, SCP-6174 has been deemed fitting of the Object Class of Safe, effective immediately. This decision is the result of careful consideration, and all relevant entities were consulted during the deliberative process. Any records physical or digital pertaining to Project YANH are to be submitted to RAISA for archival purposes. All personnel are working on Project YANH will be contacted shortly by their liaison for the expedition of this process. - Close: Document 17 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6174" by Maramas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6174. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image: SCP-6174-Breakroom-On.jpg Derivative of: 94590457_ca997b4990_o.jpg Name: You are here! Author: Paul Downey License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/psd/94590457 Additional Notes: Maramas added the digitally generated sphere of SCP-6174 to the image. 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SCP-6174 | ticonderoga | Item #: SCP-6174 Level 3 Secret + Open: Object Class Addendum - Close: Object Class Addendum [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: Senior Staff; Subject: SCP-6174 Down-Class Dear Fellows, Did you all get the recent hand-down from the O5? What’s going on here? How the blazes is SCP-6174 not still an Apollyon-class anomaly? Has something changed that I haven’t been made aware of? I highly doubt it, because I can still see the god damned ball. I don’t need more headaches on top of the already-chronic ones, and this down-classification is either a monumental clerical error or a disaster waiting to happen. Maybe both. I’ve formally requested reclassification, again, though this time La Rosa reminded me of that new Ticonderoga class and I begrudgingly agreed with her. Damn it, we’re the Foundation, not some pencil factory, but if the O5 are so convinced that this thing isn’t a threat to humanity then we should at least make sure everyone who reads the file knows that we have no idea how to contain it. Signed, Dr. Lass “Gaze too long at the ball and the ball will also gaze into you” – Nietzsche, probably Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: You Know Who You Are Dear Fellows and at Least One Imbecil, I will find whichever one of you changed my email signature, and I will stick my boot so far up your ass that you’ll see my rubber treads instead of SCP-6174 when you lie down at night. Signed, Dr. Lass You know what, I’m removing the quote library from my signature. It saddens me to know that the depths of those passages were lost on many of you, as it stood. - Close: Object Class Addendum [Pixel Reconstruction] SCP-6174 (lights OFF), viewed through the wall of the Bunker 2 break room (lights ON). Special Containment Procedures: Containment Site Research Site Observation Site 6174 has been established around SCP-6174’s resting place, as the nature of the object renders retrieval impossible. Foundation agents stationed nearby at the Arecibo Observatory are to maintain the appearance that Containment Site Research Site Observation Site 6174 is a series of utility bunkers containing sensitive seismographic equipment for the calibration and protection of the Arecibo Radio Telescope. Site 6174’s perimeter consists of two 5-meter-tall industrial chain link fences topped with barbed wire, spaced twenty meters apart, surrounding a circular area of Puerto Rican rainforest measuring approximately 1000 meters in diameter. A large gatehouse on the northern end of the ring-fences, containing personnel living and sleeping quarters, offers the only entrance to and from the enclosure. Due to Site 6174’s remote location, clear display of warning signage, and documents circulated within the Arecibo Observatory that the “sensitive seismographic equipment” at the site must not be disturbed, so far there have been no significant attempts by non-Foundation entities to gain entry to Site 6174 nor its central bunkers. At the center of Site 6174’s enclosure lies a module of seven interconnected bunkers, with six bunkers surrounding the seventh in a hexagonal formation. Each bunker consists of a 10-meter-diameter concrete dome, accessible via a door to the outside and connected to the others via concrete tunnels. No one is to enter any of the seven bunkers without the express direction of the Site Director. These bunkers contain, in clockwise order from the northwest-most bunker: Bunker 1 (Command) The retired command center for the containment research observation module. Live footage from Bunkers 1-6 has been rerouted from the display panels in Bunker 1 to video monitors in the gatehouse. Bunker 2 (Break Room) Contains restrooms, a seating area, a coffee maker, and simple amenities for food preparation. All meals are to be taken in the gatehouse when possible. Bunker 3 (Research) Contains various retired equipment for conducting research into the nature of SCP-6174. One corner of the bunker holds a small, standard interview cell furnished with additional artistic supplies. The rest of the bunker is devoted to a medical suite with brain-imaging equipment for monitoring the brain activity of test subjects. Bunker 4 (Cells) Contains one guard post and two standard humanoid containment cells built up against the SCP-6174-facing wall. Each cell is to be kept furnished with simple living amenities adequate for one human subject. Bunker 5 (Security) Guard station. Contains a minimum of two armed guards at all times that any Bunkers contain D-Class personnel, and can sustain up to nine guards at any given time. Bunker 6 (Sensors) Contains autonomous monitoring devices for various environmental conditions, including atmospheric and seismographic sensors. All necessary data feeds have been rerouted to video monitors in the gatehouse. Bunker 7 (Containment) The central chamber, Bunker 7, houses SCP-6174. This chamber is accessible only from the tunnels which connect it to Bunkers 1 (Command), 5 (Security), and 3 (Research), and is to remain sealed at all times when not in use. Bunker 7’s interior chamber is lit by an array of wall-mounted LEDs to a soft white glow during daylight hours and a low-level diffuse red glow at night (not to exceed 0.001 lumens). Calibration for Bunker 7’s nocturnal lighting should be made so that the average color value of the surface of SCP-6174 matches the approximate color value of the inside of the human eyelid when closed in a dark room. No personnel are to enter the central facility without express direction from the Site Director. Security staff All personnel located at Site 6174 are to remain within the ring of ground between the two fences at all times. The perimeter of the ring-fences is to be patrolled by site security on an hourly rotation. All personnel are to be subjected to psychiatric evaluation on a monthly weekly annual basis. Personnel who fail to maintain high scores across their metrics for mental fortitude and compartmentalization, or who score above their baselines for obsessive or compulsive metrics, are to undergo Deep-Permanence evaluation. Individuals who have not developed Deep-Permanence are to be administered Class-A amnestics and relocated for placement at Foundation facilities no less than 1,000 kilometers from Site 6174. Personnel who fall within the parameters for relocation but who display Deep-Permanence are to be brought to the Site Director for further briefing. Description: SCP-6174 is an immovable, stationary object located at 18°19'0█.██"N by 66°45'2█.██"W, in ██████ province, Puerto Rico. Its appearance is that of an off-white sphere, 16.22 centimeters in diameter, floating one meter above the forest floor via unknown means. A small, pre-Columbian pedestal/altar of non-native granite, which has been deemed to be non-anomalous, sits below SCP-6174. The surface of the sphere appears to be perfectly round, though not perfectly smooth. SCP-6174’s off-white exterior has been likened to bone, eggshell, pumice, and many other materials by observers, though all attempts to gather a sample of its surface or to otherwise analyze its chemical composition have been met with failure. SCP-6174’s primary anomalous feature is that, upon being seen, it cannot be unseen. Obstacles that would normally obstruct a subject’s line of sight toward SCP-6174 fail to do so, resulting in the sensation that SCP-6174 is instead “in front” of any such obstructing materials. So far, no natural or artificial substance has been found that can block a subject’s view of SCP-6174. This includes, but is not limited to: concrete, lead, silver, wood, beryllium bronze, holy water, [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS], and eyelids. For a full list of tested materials, researchers may submit a request to the Site Director. Most subjects are not aware of SCP-6174 until they approach within 250 meters of the object or have their attention directed toward its location. This distance varies greatly based on the perceptive qualities of the subject and the degree of difference between the average color value of their observable environment and that of SCP-6174’s exterior surface. + Open: Video Log - Close: Video Log VIDEO LOG: DATE: ██/██/19██ NOTE: Subject D-3044 was transported to Site 6174 on ██/██/19██ and immediately ushered into Bunker 7, containing SCP-6174. The bunker was sealed, with D-3044 as its sole occupant, with researchers in Bunker 1 observing via video feed. Oral instructions were provided to the subject via the bunker’s PA system. [BEGIN LOG] 14:22: Subject D-3044 is instructed to sit at a wide table that has been set up facing SCP-6174. Subject is commanded to keep their head pointed toward SCP-6174 at all times. Subject proclaims surprise and discomfort with the fact that she can see SCP-6174 when she blinks. 14:24: Subject is told to pick up various panels lying on the table, each consisting of a different material, and hold them in front of her face. D-3044 follows each command promptly, and appears disoriented when she attempts to “block” her view of SCP-6174 with the panels provided. Subject repeatedly attempts to touch the image of SCP-6174 that she sees “in front” of the held panels. 14:53: Subject completes testing with all of the provided material panels. None appear to have had any obstructing effect on SCP-6174. Subject reports feelings of mild vertigo. 15:02: Subject hears the sound of the bunker door opening behind her and turns her head toward the source of the sound. Subject begins to scream. [END LOG] - Close: Video Log Beyond the superimposition of SCP-6174’s image at the forefront of the subject’s line of sight, SCP-6174 also remains “visible” even when it passes beyond the normal human field of vision. If a subject stands facing SCP-6174 and rotates their eyes or head until the object would pass out of view, instead the subject will continue to “see” SCP-6174 in the void of sight beyond their peripherals. This sensation has a remarkably deleterious effect upon the mental state of most viewers, with subjects describing its visible presence beyond their peripherals as “unbelievably disorienting,” “mentally tortuous,” and “just ██████ wrong”. Subjects who remain in close proximity to SCP-6174 often develop swift phobias of allowing SCP-6174 to exit their normal range of vision, citing their discomfort and inability to function properly when it does so. Most subjects become functionally blind for any extended periods wherein SCP-6174 sits beyond their normal range of vision, as their devotion of focus to the image of SCP-6174 prevents them from properly observing the rest of their surroundings. Upon withdrawing to a significant distance from SCP-6174, most subjects report that the miniscule image of the object, though still fully visible, is nevertheless much less mentally taxing. Site 6174 has been constructed to reflect this finding, as site staff have reported significantly higher levels of comfort in the gatehouse than in the bunkers. + Open: Interview Log - Close: Interview Log Interviewed: D-9253. Interviewer: Researcher Augustina de La Rosa. Foreword: Subject D-9253 demonstrated a remarkable resilience to the usual mental strains caused by SCP-6174’s persistent visual effect during his first day of testing at Site 6174. Site Director Lass requested that a number of simple questions be asked of the subject while his resilience remained high in order to establish a psychological baseline. Begin Log. 17:45, ██/██/19██] [Researcher de La Rosa and D-9253 are seated on opposite sides of the interview table in Bunker 3. Dr. Lass stands nearby. Researcher de La Rosa will be referred to as “Interviewer.”] Interviewer: [Reading from questionnaire] So, D… 9253. You’ve seen the ball- pardon, you’ve seen SCP-6174 up close and personal for a few hours now. D-9253: [Staring at the wall to his left. His line of sight is pointed directly toward the nearby Bunker 7.] Yup. Interviewer: So you have. And… [Interviewer notices the direction of D-9253’s gaze.] Ah. You’re looking at it now, aren’t you? D-9253: Aren’t you? Interviewer: [Rearranging her papers] Sure, yes, sure, I suppose we all are. But you are looking at it, right now. Not just seeing it in the corner of… never mind. First question. What does SCP-6174 look like? D-9253: What? The ball? It’s right there, man. [Subject points at the wall.] You can see it too. [Subject pauses.] You can, right? Interviewer: [Interviewer’s eyes briefly flick to her right.] I ask the questions, D-9253, and you answer them promptly. What does SCP-6174 look like? D-9253: Well, I mean, it’s a ball. A white ball, you know, like a moth ball. Like one of those old ones, yeah, that are actually round, not the new little flat things. [Subject pauses.] It’s… really round, you know? Like… I don’t know. It’s just the right size for me to get my hands around it. [Subject laughs.] Think I almost got shot earlier when I figured that one out. But, I… I don’t know, what else do you want? It doesn’t feel cold or anything. Just a bit rough, kind of like a sidewalk. Maybe a bit smoother. Depends on the neighborhood. Interviewer: And how does it feel? Not to the touch, but otherwise? How does it make you feel? D-9253: [Subject pauses.] You know, it’s got that… that hum. Not like a- an actual hum, uh, that you can hear, but like, it just sort of feels like it should hum. Interviewer: I’m not sure that I follow. It doesn’t hum, but it feels like it should? D-9253: …yeah? Maybe that’s not the best way to say it. [Subject pauses.] It just feels like you’re supposed to know it’s there. Interviewer: Could you extrapolate? D-9253: Could I what? Interviewer: Tell me more about what you meant when you said that the b- that SCP-6174 wants you to know that it’s there. D-9253: Oh. [Subject pauses.] You ever met someone who was just, like, the center of attention? Not like a punk who tries to show off or anything. I mean someone who just… where the room just knows that they’re there, and you always kinda feel like you should be glancing over at them. I don’t know. Not like a dick at a bust or anything, but a… what’s the word? Those super charismatic guys. Interviewer: So you’re saying that SCP-6174 feels charismatic? That it has a character? How does- D-9253: [Subject cuts off the interviewer.] No, no, it doesn’t feel like it’s- like it’s a person or anything. It just… [Subject pauses.] Let me try that another way. I feel like I’m supposed to know that it’s there. Interviewer: [Writing] You have shown a marked ability to, ah, to keep your cool when SCP-6174 is not in your direct line of sight, D-9253. Prolonged exposure did not appear to be a comfortable experience for you, but you were nevertheless quite stable when SCP-6174 was beyond your normal range of vision. Tell me: what does it feel like when SCP-6174 is not in your direct line of sight? D-9253: Oh, man. Yeah, that’s weird, not gonna lie. It… well, honestly, when I’m not looking at it, I feel like I actually am still looking at it. You know? It’s so clear, and surrounded by that darkness, that I just can’t help but, uh, focus on it. Interviewer: So you’re saying that you feel calm, or maybe soothed, by focusing on the ball? That’s why it doesn’t bother you? D-9253: Yeah, I guess so. I tried to ignore it, this morning, and keep looking… and keep looking in the direction that my eyes were pointing, but that’s not really how it works, is it? Since I don’t actually have to look at it to look at it. So… I just don’t really try to fight it, I guess. [Subject shrugs.] If it wants me to look at it, I’ll look at it. Interviewer: And what if you try not to look at it? D-9253: I get to look at my lunch again. [Subject laughs.] No, that was what happened, right? I think I threw up when… when you guys forced me not to look at it for way too long. It’s all kinda fuzzy. Interviewer: Thank you, D-9253. That will be all. D-9253: [Still looking toward SCP-6174] Cool. [End Log. 17:49, ██/██/19██] Closing Statement: [Following the interview, D-9253 was transferred to one of the holding cells in Bunker 4. Dr. Lass informed research staff that D-9253 would be kept on-site for a minimum of 90 days to observe the long-term mental ramifications of sustained proximity to SCP-6174.] - Close: Interview Log SCP-6174’s image always appears clear in the mind of the viewer. Though the sphere’s diameter may seem to grow larger or smaller as a subject approaches or retreats from SCP-6174, such is the extent to which a subject can manipulate the image of the object. Attempting to blur one’s vision via focusing or unfocusing the eyes through any means, natural or artificial, results in a field of view that is blurry except for the clear image of SCP-6174. This extends to the subject’s peripheral vision, which under normal circumstances is not particularly receptive to finer visual details. In the case of SCP-6174, the subject can clearly “see” the details of SCP-6174’s exterior when it sits at the edge of their vision and when it passes beyond their normal range of vision. So far, the lighting conditions within SCP-6174’s enclosure have proven to be the only reliable way to cause any changes to the viewer’s perceived image of SCP-6174 beyond movement toward and away from the object. Subjects describe SCP-6174’s brightness and color to be directly related to the lighting conditions within its enclosure. Research has shown that lighting the surface of SCP-6174 to the approximate color value of the Bunkers’ exterior surface during daylight hours and to the approximate color value of the inside of the human eyelid during nighttime hours is the most effective means of reducing mental strain on its viewers. Current containment procedures have been revised to reflect this finding. + Open: Interview Log - Close: Interview Log [Pixel Reconstruction] SCP-6174 (lights OFF), viewed through the wall of the Bunker 2 break room (lights OFF). Interviewer: Researcher Augustina de La Rosa. Interviewed: D-9253 Forward: At the time of the interview, subject D-9253 had been held in Bunker 4 for 90 days. Bunker 4’s proximity to SCP-6174 resulted in D-9253’s inability to escape the omnipresent image of SCP-6174 for the duration of the 90 day period. [Begin Log. 8:15, ██/██/19██] Interviewer: Please state your name. D-9253: [Staring at the wall to his left. Subject appears to be looking in the direction of SCP-6174.] Interviewer: D-9253. [Snaps fingers toward the subject’s face] Please state your full name. D-9253: [Subject slowly begins to turn his head toward the Interviewer, before halting, and turning back toward the wall.] I call it [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS]. Interviewer: You- [Interviewer exchanges a look with Dr. Lass, who nods.] What is your name, D-9253? D-9253: It doesn’t call me anything. Dr. Lass: Just continue down the questionnaire, La Rosa. Interviewer: Right. D-9253, please describe the appearance of SCP-6174. D-9253: It’s there. [Subject pauses.] It’s there. It’s there, and we’re here. Interviewer: D-9253. [Snaps fingers toward the subject’s face] Please describe the appearance of SCP-6174. Not its location, but its appearance. D-9253: I know. I did. [Subject sways slightly and points at the wall.] It looks like it’s there, because it is. It’s there. Interviewer: But what does it look like? Is it white? Is it round? How large is it? D-9253: Sure. Yeah. Round, white, whatever. It’s the wrong size. Interviewer: It’s… the wrong size for what? D-9253: Do you know I see it in my dreams? Interviewer: [Interviewer exchanges a look with Dr. Lass, who nods.] You see it in your dreams? Please ex- please tell me what you mean by that. D-9253: I see it in my fucking DREAMS! [Subject suddenly begins yelling. His eyes remain pointed directly toward SCP-6174.] When I close my FUCKING EYES it’s THERE and when I open them it’s THERE and and when I’m asleep- it’s right- it’s floating- it’s not- it feels wrong, it feels so wrong, and it slides around to the back of my brain, and it eats and eats and eats and EATS and I can’t see or or or… the fucking hum it’s fucking THERE. [Subject begins crying.] I’m gonna see it when I fucking die, aren’t I? I’m gonna see it when I die and I’m gonna be all alone just me and the ball and nothing else for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever just me and the ball and I won’t even have eyes so there won’t be anywhere else to look and it’ll just be me and the ball and I can’t fucking die cuz it’ll just be me and the ball and and and [Subject begins sobbing.] Interviewer: [Researcher de La Rosa’s eyes briefly flicker toward the wall.] Back to the question, D-9253. What do you mean when you say you see it in your dreams? Do you see it the way you see normal things in a dream, or does SCP-6174 present the same characteristics as it does in real life? For example, if you wish to, can you stop seeing it in your d- D-9253: [Subject lurches toward the table, causing Researcher de La Rosa to flinch, though the subject is securely restrained to his chair.] NO! I can’t fucking stop seeing it, have you not been listening? It’s THERE. It’s not that I can’t… it’s not that I can’t stop seeing it, it’s that it never stops BEING there. I can’t make it not be there. Neither can you. No one can. Yeah, that’s right, I heard the guards talking about how you can’t even scratch the fucker. You said real life? Well when I sleep it’s still there, in real life, you know. It’s still there. In my dreams. Right there, right now. It’s there for you too. It’s there for all of us. It’s not going anywhere. [Subject begins to laugh.] It’s never going anywhere. It’s always been there, hasn’t it? It has, because it is, and when I look at it, nothing else really feels like it is, you know? And it’s the same for all of you fuckers. [Subject begins rocking back and forth, still staring at the wall.] I’m not here and you’re not here but IT’s there, oh yeah, it’s definitely there, and nothing can stand before it because it’s there and there is where it is and I could see it in the womb I bet you yeah I bet I could see it in the womb cuz it woulda been there too, it woulda been there, and it woulda [Subject’s speech grows progressively quieter and turns unintelligible. At a nod from Dr. Lass, security personnel escort D-9253 out of the interview chamber.] Dr. Lass: [Speaking into a hand-held voice recorder.] Note on interview of D-class, afternoon ██/██. Subject reports appearance of object in their dreams, in its anomalous form. Get ball rolling on nocturnal brain wave monitoring, ASAP. Draft proposal for request of indefinite extension of subject’s tenure at Site 6174. Progress is marked. [End Log. 8:19, ██/██/19██] [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: A Change of Pace Dear Fellows, Containment protocol for SCP-6174 has been given a slight tweak for all of our sanity. Starting Tuesday, we will be keeping Bunker 7 lit with a nifty automatic sensor relay, courtesy of Researcher Erikson. It was really Richard’s idea, but he didn’t have the tools to actually build the thing. Go figure. The point is: from now on, unless we are testing during the day, that orb is going to be lit to whatever the native color of the outside of the bunker is during daylight hours, and automatically dimmed to a dull reddish-black at night so that we can all get some much-needed shuteye. Here’s hoping it works. Signed, Dr. Lass. “A fire eater must eat fire even if he has to kindle it himself.” – Salvor Hardin, Foundation, by Isaac Asimov Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: A Note on Sophomoric Idiocy Dear Fellows, I was recently made aware of a crude attempt at workplace humor scrawled on a sticky note on the wall in Bunker 2. First and foremost, I must remind you all of the absolutely zero-tolerance policy for defacement done to the Site and its infrastructure, and that all posted signs must be pre-approved. Second of all, I must ask: Seriously? Has scientific integrity dipped so low that you find humor in crass comments about the weight of one’s mother? For shame, ladies and gentlemen; for shame. Moreover, we should all know by now that no human body, no matter how corpulent, is capable of blocking the image of SCP-6174 from the mind’s eye. Signed, Dr. Lass. “It’s out of fashion in these decaying times to be a scholar.” – Onum Barr, Foundation, by Isaac Asimov - Close: Interview Log Though all efforts to contain the visual presence of SCP-6174 have failed, containment of the object itself has been continually successful since 1951. Any effects that SCP-6174 may have on the greater public have been deemed to be largely nonexistent well worth their potential risks completely unknown and potentially a vector for an AK-Class "madness" end of the world scenario non-threatening in nature and fitting of the requirements for an Object Class of Safe. [Pixel Reconstruction] SCP-6174 (lights ON), viewed through the bookcase of the Gatehouse Office (██/██/1995, lights ON). Discovery: SCP-6174 came to the Foundation’s attention in 1951, when Steve Balmer, a well-respected reporter for National Geographic, began work on a cultural piece concerning a small cell of religious fanatics living on the forested slopes of northern Puerto Rico. Notably, his research concerned a local folk legend of “El Ombligo del Mundo” (“The World Navel/The Umbilical of the World”), thought by believers to be some sort of deity or primeval nucleus that could inhabit the human mind. Foundation agents seized all materials related to the National Geographic piece in a raid on ██/██/19██ and administered amnestics to Balmer and all connected staff. MTF Iota-III (“Papal Bull”) was dispatched to Puerto Rico to investigate the authenticity of the religious cell, retrieve any anomalous items, and perform cleanup operations. Upon arrival, MTF Iota-III quickly located SCP-6174 with the assistance of local rumors, immediately notifying command of the object’s “non-unseeable” nature and establishing a secure perimeter along lines similar to those of the modern-day ring-fence. MTF Iota-III further discovered a diverse community of native Puerto Ricans and other Caribbean islanders living in a diffuse cave system below SCP-6174, who called themselves “Los Hijos del Ombligo” (“Children of the Navel”). Contact with these “Children” was initially peaceful, though tensions rose when members of the task force began interviewing members of the group. When Iota-III’s Materials Coordinator attempted to take samples from SCP-6174 for testing, altercations ensued. Over the course of the following three days, [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS] resulting in the deaths of all thirty-two Children reported by MTF Iota-III, along with two members of Iota-III, as well as the total collapse of the cave system in which the Children had been dwelling [See Exploration Log [DOCUMENT EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS]]. Foundation scientists were flown in, the seven-bunker system and ring-fences constructed, and containment established. After one year of cross-island amnestic regimens and the alteration of relevant historical archives by Foundation agents, no further incidence of civilian discourse concerning SCP-6174 has been uncovered. Analysis of the granite pedestal below SCP-6174 brought the surprising conclusion that it had been carved in ~2500 BCE, or five hundred years prior to the earliest human remains so far discovered in Puerto Rico, which dated to 2000 BCE. No similar granite structures have since been found in the vicinity of SCP-6174, though prior to the collapse of the Children’s tunnel system, MTF Iota-III had reported [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS]. Initial excavations by Foundation scientists in the 1950s could not validate these claims, and in 1954, Site Director Merriweather suspended all excavations indefinitely. Research into the history of the Children during initial containment revealed a long history of secretive interest in SCP-6174 on the island. Following Columbus’ brief stop in Puerto Rico in 1499, and again following the founding of Caparra in 1508, the [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS]. By the time of America’s invasion of Puerto Rico at the tail end of the Spanish-American war, rumors of “Los Hijos del Ombligo” had once again begun to spread through the surrounding countryside. This group appears to have been the same community that maintained residence around SCP-6174 until their demise following the events of 1951. In 1952, Foundation plants within the United States Department of Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (ARPA) maneuvered policy decisions toward the construction of the Arecibo Telescope near SCP-6174 under the guise of defense applications for the detection of missile activity at extremely high altitudes. Foundation scientists had been pushing for such an array for decades, as many research proposals called for the far-range radio telescope capabilities of such a structure. At the time of its discovery, SCP-6174 was assumed to perhaps serve as a transmitter or beacon for some unknown entity(s), and as such, the construction of the Arecibo Observatory nearby would allow for simultaneous surveillance and research of the object. The geography of the area, prone to sinkholes and other underground systems, was further expedient to selection for the site of the telescope. Construction of the Arecibo Observatory was completed in 1963, and has maintained a strong Foundation presence ever since. So far, no signs have been found that SCP-6174 serves any transmissive function, beyond its temporary application in Project YANH. On December 1, 2020, [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS]. Research Logs: FINDINGS Live video and recorded video bears SCP-6174’s effect SCP-6174 appears in videos, both live and prerecorded, as it would appear if the observer were viewing the object from the vantage point of the photoreceptors of the filming camera. If SCP-6174 is obstructed from view in the video, it will still appear at the “front” of the viewer’s field of vision in the video. However, SCP-6174 cannot pass “beyond” the edge of the screen on which it is shown. The lighting conditions of the object in videos are those from the time of original filming. SCP-6174 will appear in perfect clarity regardless of the definition of the video capture device or playback screen. Photographs bear SCP-6174’s effect SCP-6174 appears in photographs as it would appear if the observer were viewing the object from the vantage point of the photoreceptors of the camera. This gives the photograph an oddly “3D” effect, as tilting an image that contains a materially obstructed SCP-6174 will cause the image of SCP-6174 to move across the photograph’s surface in front of any intervening materials. The lighting conditions of the object are those from the time of the image’s original capture. SCP-6174 will appear in perfect clarity regardless of the definition of the image capture device or the material onto which the image is transferred. Artistic depictions do not bear SCP-6174’s effect Artistic depictions of SCP-6174, be they hand-drawn, digitally modeled, sculpted, poetic, or otherwise, bear none of SCP-6174’s visual effects, regardless of how accurate or inaccurate they may be to the image of SCP-6174. Even a pixel-by-pixel reconstruction of a digital file for a photograph of SCP-6174 that itself displays SCP-6174’s visual effects will fail to display SCP-6174’s visual effects. Non-humans are unaffected by SCP-6174’s visual effect Testing with a wide array of non-human animals has universally shown that said animals are unaffected by SCP-6174’s properties. The object seems to appear as an ordinary, if floating, orb to these creatures. Interestingly, this testing has revealed that the object is in fact off-white in color, as animals trained in color recognition and pattern matching were able to correctly match SCP-6174 to color swatches of its presumed color. This was not an assumed fact at the time of containment, as by nature of SCP-6174’s visual superimposition researchers could not write off the possibility that its surface was, to the non-human eye, some other color. Subjects with impaired vision see SCP-6174 clearly Subjects with poor vision are still capable of visualizing SCP-6174 clearly. These individuals often demonstrate more severe disorientation than other subjects in the face of SCP-6174’s effects, as it is harder for their mind to avoid latching onto its image against an unfocused background. Subjects who suffer complete or partial blindness see SCP-6174 clearly Subjects who are congenitally blind or who have otherwise lost their sense of sight are still capable of visualizing SCP-6174 clearly. These individuals often demonstrate extreme disorientation in the face of SCP-6174’s visual effects, often to the point of loss of consciousness and/or complete loss of any sense of direction. A small percent of blind subjects displayed a deep sense of rapture when brought near to SCP-6174, though loss of directional sense was still present. Blood on the surface of SCP-6174 On ██/██/20██, Researcher Erikson noted that there were two miniscule dark spots near the bottom of SCP-6174’s sphere that could not be explained by lighting conditions within Bunker 7. Under the assumption that this must be a foreign material, Erikson gained permission to attempt a sample extraction. Scrapings revealed both spots to be trace amounts of dried human blood, one of which was a direct match to the eldest of the religious group known as the Children at the time of the object’s initial containment. The other sample was much older, and thus difficult to match, though there is a high likelihood that [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS]. A spot of matching blood was discovered on the surface of the granite pedestal below SCP-6174, though there is no prevailing theory as to how these two spots could have survived the environmental effects of Puerto Rico’s weather for so many millennia. Further research into the subject has been temporarily suspended, pending advancements in the Foundation’s available techniques for organic sample study. + Open: From the Site 6174 Communications Archive - Close: From Site 6174 [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: Wilson? Dear Fellows, I have heard many of the junior researchers referring to SCP-6174 as “Wilson” over the past week. I do not know what prompted this development, but I must insist upon proper protocol. The ball is to be called SCP-6174, because that is what it is. Signed, Dr. Lass “When you look inward and confront the raw force of your own life unshielded, you see your peril.” – Muad’Dib, Dune, by Frank Herbert - Close: From Site 6174 Documents: + Document 1: Temporary Cessation of All Traffic From Site 6174 - Close: Document 1 Document 1: Temporary Cessation of All Traffic From Site 6174 NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION PERSONNEL RELOCATIONS PERMISSIONS BOARD All travel and relocation requests, personal and otherwise, have been suspended for all members of staff at Site 6174, per emergency request of Interim Site Director Dr. Rothschild. Please stand by for further information from your superiors. — Edith Mayorkas, Director, PRPB Enacted ██/██/1955 Note: On ██/██/1955, Site Director Dr. Merriweather suffered a nervous episode en route to a conference on the mainland, which escalated into seizures, followed by full cardiac arrest, and ending in the death of Dr. Merriweather two hours after his flight’s emergency landing at the Orlando International Airport. Postmortem autopsy revealed multiple cerebral microaneurysms. Interviews with the Site Director’s traveling companions revealed that the man had lost control of his faculties as a direct result of his close work with SCP-6174. Dr. Merriweather had expressed to his companions an increasing feeling of disorientation as he traveled further from Site 6174, citing his ability to “see” SCP-6174 despite the vast distance between himself and the object. Dr. Merriweather described a feeling of unimaginable distance, and kept repeating phrases such as “God, it’s still there,” “We’re not supposed to be able to do this,” and “Oh God, I am undone.” Following this event, all Foundation personnel stationed at Site 6174 were placed on a temporary no-fly list until the situation could be resolved. A full investigation, aided in no small part by the researchers of Site 6174, revealed that those who have been in close proximity to SCP-6174 for extended periods of time are capable of pinpointing its exact position in their field of vision even at distances from which the object’s image has grown so small as to be imperceptible to the human eye. This came as no small surprise, as many Foundation staff (including the members of MTF Iota-III responsible for SCP-6174’s initial containment) had traveled to and from Site 6174 without any noted deleterious effects beyond the standard disorientation felt by most individuals while in the direct presence of the object. As a result of these events, all Foundation staff located at Site 6174 at the time of the incident were required to undergo a series of “object permanence” evaluations before being cleared for travel further afield. This involved transporting staff members progressively further and further from the site while under close medical observation to gauge whether they shared in Dr. Merriweather’s capacity to pinpoint SCP-6174’s image even at great range. 5█ out of ██ staff members passed these tests and were removed from the no-fly list, though █ members of staff (mostly junior researchers and security staff) failed their object permanence evaluations and were placed on indefinite assignment to Puerto Rican facilities, Site 6174 or otherwise. Measures were taken to relocate families of the affected as necessary. Containment procedures on-site were subsequently altered to reduce the density of hours that researchers spent in close proximity to SCP-6174, achieved via rotating work schedules and an increased reliance on video surveillance. Notably, █ of the █ individuals who failed their object permanence evaluations were nevertheless capable of maintaining normal baselines of mental fortitude and cognitive ability even while at great distances from SCP-6174. These findings were not acted upon for a number of years, but when Site Director Rothschild found her replacement in Dr. Lass, the relevant documents were brought to light and their potential applications reexamined. On ██-██-20██, initial testing of project “You Are Not Here” began at Site 6174 under the auspices of Site Director Lass. - Close: Document 1 + Document 2: Practical Applications of SCP-6174 - Close: Document 2 Document 2: Practical Applications of SCP-6174 FINDINGS Deep-Permanence Individuals SCP-6174 inflicts on some, but not all, affected individuals an imprint of “Deep-Permanence,” or the ability to model SCP-6174’s precise location and surface details even at distances from which the diameter of SCP-6174’s image should be orders of magnitude smaller than those observable to the human eye. The likelihood of an individual developing Deep-Permanence is a presumed function of time spent in immediate proximity to the object over distance from the object. So far, no reliable model for this function has been constructed. Further testing into subjects’ metrics for spatial reasoning, proprioception, innate curiosity, and religious attachment are pending. Deep-Permanence Receptives and Deep-Permanence Rejectors Individuals who develop Deep-Permanence can be further split into two categories. Approximately 90% of subjects selected from generalized pools developed an innate rejection to the application of this finer sense, as was the case of the late Dr. Merriweather. Results vary, but invariably lead to multiple cerebral microaneurysms, cardiac arrest, and death when separation from SCP-6174 is prolonged at great distance. The “event horizon” for these incidents varies widely between individuals. Approximately 10% of individuals who develop Deep-Permanence suffer little to no negative effects from separation from the object. Many of these individuals in fact display a sense of wonder at such separation, claiming that it “opens their mind” to distances which they had previously been unable to comprehend. The percent of Deep-Permanence Receptives to Rejectors has been shown to be significantly higher among intentionally vetted subjects, and testing has shown that among subjects who volunteered for testing, the Receptives outnumbered the Rejectors at a rate of ██ to █. Practical Applications of Deep-Permanence Receptives Individuals who are capable of maintaining visualization of SCP-6174 at great distances gain a subconscious ability to render its positional data toward various practical purposes. Such individuals express an innate understanding of how far away they are from SCP-6174, stating that they can “just tell” how distant the object is from how small the object appears in their vision. Testing with Deep-Permanence Receptives has proven this ability to be accurate to an extremely high degree, up to a maximum measured accuracy of 9█.████% gathered from a voluntary member of MTF ███–█ during a field test undertaken at the request of Site Director Lass. Deep Permanence Receptives also gain a high degree of directional awareness as a result of their constant visualization of a fixed point in space. Extensive testing of Deep-Permanence subjects has shown their ability to maintain directional clarity regardless of blindfolds, suspension, rotation, or use of narcotics, among other environmental factors. - Close: Document 2 Document 3: Request for Funding for Project YANH [DATA EXPUNGED FOLLOWING RAISA FINANCIAL DOCUMENTATION PROTOCOL] + Document 4: Initial Successes of Project YANH - Close: Document 4 Document 4: Initial Successes of Project YANH [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Ass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: MANDATORY READ: A Job Well Done Dear Fellows, Those of you who were present in Command this morning are already aware of the fact, but I wish to inform the rest of you that Project You Are Not Here has passed its first implementation in the field with flying colors. Team Leader ████ of MTF █-█was able to successfully deploy Agent █-9, know to us here at site 6174 as Richard, or “███’ ██████” (much to my chagrin), in an operation involving areas of warped spacetime, to spectacular result. Agent █-9 was capable of establishing a geometric lifeline to base reality via Deep-Permanence, and our experimental training with coded light projection onto the surface of SCP-6174 succeeded in allowing Agent █-9 to establish a temporal lifeline exactly as theorized. Two birds with one stone, indeed! A few minor side effects were noted, but none too troubling in a mission that was otherwise such a complete success. Mostly headaches and difficulty sleeping, which I’m sure we can all relate to. Perhaps most fascinating is the report that other members of MTF █-█ related an experience that can only be described as Deep-Permanence “leakage.” Team Leader ████ described a quasi-Scranton effect whereby the presence of Agent █-9 alone was capable of partially reducing the severity of reality-warping effects in his immediate vicinity. This report offers an enormous opportunity for us to truly push what we can do with SCP-6174, fellows. We must keep up and keep on! In closing, I’m afraid that I must eat hat. You may remember how vehemently I disapproved of our project’s acronym, as it was obviously proposed as a juvenile jab at my fondness for National Park maps, e.g. those oft-defaced ORIGINALS which hang in Bunker 2, but I should nevertheless thank La Rosa for pushing the vote through. It does grow on one. Signed, Dr. Lass “The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents” – Francis Wayland Thurston, The Call of Cthulhu, by H.P. Lovecraft Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; REPLY: MANDATORY READ: A Job Well Done Dear Fellows, My previous sentiment has been somewhat soured. Version history should make it a simple exercise to determine who changed my account handle in the site email server, and I will find a way to assign them to somewhere much less peaceful, PRPB be damned. You have until I return from my brief recess to think about your tomfoolery. Signed, Dr. Lass “I am forced to yield to the evidence of my senses, but I am nevertheless very much surprised” – Axel, Journey to the Centre of the Earth, by Jules Vernes - Close: Document 4 Document 5: Request for the Reclassification of SCP-6174 to Thaumiel (Approved) [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS] + Document 6: Selection for Enrollment in Project YANH, Phase One, Effective Immediately - Close: Document 6 Document 6: Selection for Enrollment in Project YANH, Phase One, Effective Immediately | …retrieving credentials | …authorizing access | …retrieving message | …displaying message MESSAGE START Eta-10 Charlie-5, You have been selected for enrollment in Project YANH, Phase One, effective immediately. Please report to Team Leader Beta-1 for briefing. Team Leader Beta-1 has pre-approved this brief synopsis of the program for your information: | C-Dog. We know you’ve got it in you. Remember Long Horizon? Go get ‘em. -TLB1 If you believe that this message has been sent in error, please report to Team Leader Beta-1 with all questions. MESSAGE END - Close: Document 6 + Document 7: [Retrieval Log: Watch This Video to Instantly Die] - Close: Retrieval Log Retrieval Log: “Watch This Video to Instantly Die” Retrieval Log: DATE: ██/██/20██ NOTE: Foundation agents in the vicinity of the ██████████ Museum of Modern Art reported an emergent situation concerning the overnight installation of an interactive exhibit titled “Did You Leave Your Oven On?” consisting of ██ pieces of experiential modern art, all of which held plaques detailing their display courtesy of the collection of one Mr. Clearwater & Daughters. Most of these pieces were deemed to be non-anomalous in nature, if highly disturbing in some cases. A full list can be obtained via a standard RAISA research fulfillment request. This exhibit was accessible to the public for 13 minutes on the morning of ██/██/20██, as museum staff were not aware of its anomalous nature at first. Foundation agents reported an emergent situation following the Museum’s closure at ██:██ due to the cardiac arrest and death of two patrons and reports of an installation titled “Watch This Video to Instantly Die.” Expecting visual cognitohazards and the possibility for a memetic kill agent, MTF Eta-10 (“See No Evil”) was dispatched to investigate the exhibit, retrieve any anomalous items, and perform cleanup operations. [BEGIN LOG] 9:59: Arrival of MTF Eta-10 at the ██████████ Museum of Modern Art. 10:03: Perimeter secured. Amnestic team deployed. 10:06: Initial sweep of exhibit “Did You Leave Your Oven On?” for visual cognitohazards begins. 10:13: Initial sweep for visual cognitohazards comes back negative. 10:14: Examination of specific installations begins. Instillation 7, titled “Your Refrigerator Is Running. Are You?”, is deemed anomalous and extracted. Object is pending classification as SCP-████. 10:21: Installation 1, titled “Watch This Video to Instantly Die”, is handled with extreme caution, as it is the supposed cause of death for two civilians. The installation consists of a standard █████-brand tablet device mounted securely on a stainless-steel table and enclosed within a cardboard box lain on its side, forming a primitive viewing booth. In front of the tablet sits a plastic lawn chair for the museum patron to sit in, separated from the tablet by an optometrist's phoropter that has had its lenses removed, the presumed purpose of which is to ensure that the patron watches the video from a specific vantage point. The tablet plays a looping video of concentric circles that guide the viewer’s vision toward the center of the screen. Viewed from afar, the object presents no cognitohazardous warning signs, and MTF ETA-10 Team Leader Bravo-1 commands that all components of it be removed from the scene wholesale for testing at a remote facility. [END LOG] - Close: Retrieval Log + Document 8: Observation of Hippocampal Activity in Subjects Suffering from Severe Malformation of the Occipital Lobe - Close: Document 8 Document 8: Observation of Hippocampal Activity in Subjects Suffering from Severe Malformation of the Occipital Lobe FINDINGS Hypothesis Previous experiments utilizing Researcher de La Rosa’s novel imaging array showed marked activity across a wide range of sensory structures in subjects experiencing the effects of SCP-6174 at close proximity, and even at long distances in subjects proven to have established Deep-Permanence of any significant degree. This study seeks to explore an unusual activity pattern found in the vast majority of cases wherein subjects experiencing visual stimulation showed spiking activity in areas of the brain not directly related to those visual stimulations provided by the researchers. Practice Two subjects (monozygotic twins, female, 23) with dampened occipital functions were imaged while experiencing a direct line of sight toward SCP-6174. Both subjects suffered from congenital malformations within the occipital lobe resulting in total blindness and the loss of auxiliary sensory faculties connected to the lobe. Results [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Researcher de La Rosa; To: Dr. Lass; Subject: GET BACK HERE STAT Dr. Lass, Get back here STAT. We ran the tests on the blind girls. They’re not seeing the ball, they’re remembering it. All the Best, Researcher de La Rosa - Close: Document 8 + Document 9: Selection for Enrollment in Project YANH, Phase Two, Effective Immediately - Close: Document 9 Document 9: Selection for Enrollment in Project YANH, Phase Two, Effective Immediately | …retrieving credentials | …authorizing access | …retrieving message | …displaying message MESSAGE START Eta-10 Charlie-5, You have been selected for enrollment in Project YANH, Phase Two, effective immediately. Please report to Team Leader Beta-1 for briefing. Team Leader Beta-1 has pre-approved this brief synopsis of the program for your information: | C-Dog! We’re ready to see you in action! You can ignore this “Enrollment” | for the time being. We’ve got a job that needs your shiny new peekers, and | I’ve already done the paperwork to fly you back to your “Bahamas getaway” | as soon as we’re done going art shopping. I will say, though, that this | Phase Two looks like it’s going to be one spicy meatball. All I know is | that you’re going to be doing work on Faster Than Light communication by | way of that skip. Leaps and bounds, C-Dog. Leaps and bounds! -TLB1 If you believe that this message has been sent in error, please report to Team Leader Beta-1 with all questions. MESSAGE END - Close: Document 9 + Document 10: [Findings: Watch This Video to Instantly Die] - Close: Document 10 Document 10: [Findings: Watch This Video to Instantly Die] FINDINGS Non-anomalous Nature of the Object(s) After extensive testing, no anomalous properties could be found in any of the component parts of the “Watch This Video to Instantly Die” installation, nor could testing with D-class personnel replicate the cardiac episodes of the two civilians who died at the ██████████ Museum of Modern Art. Reexamination of “Did You Leave Your Oven On?” MTF Eta-10 was redeployed to the ██████████ Museum of Modern Art in order to reexamine of the hall in which the exhibit “Did You Leave Your Oven On?” had appeared. Members were instructed to search for any environmental conditions that may have been overlooked in the first sweep. Agent Charlie-5’s Discovery Agent Charlie-5, a long-standing member of MTF Eta-10, had not been present at the initial sweep of the exhibit due to the completion of his Deep-Permanence training at Site 6174. Agent had demonstrated a particular aptitude for the program, and Team Leader Beta-1 had given the green light for his enrollment in Deep-Permanence training and subsequent readmission to the Task Force following its completion. Upon arrival at the former location of the video installation, Charlie-5 reported no unusual dilation of spacetime in the area. When given a diagram of the placement of the objects in the installation, Charlie-5 grew extremely troubled, and remarked that anyone who sat in the lawn chair and looked at the tablet through the phoropter would have been looking in a direct line toward SCP-6174. Emergency Testing Three Foundation facilities were immediately contacted for their fulfillment of three criteria: possession of D-class personnel, possession of an Agent trained in Deep-Permanence, and possession of adequate facilities to construct a high-accuracy array for the direction of subjects’ vision. All three facilities set about immediate recreation of the “Watch This Video to Instantly Die” installation, with Deep-Permanence Agents calibrating the viewer’s line of site toward SCP-6174. All three D-class personnel who observed the video from their calibrated vantage point experienced cardiac arrest within one minute, with posthumous autopsies showing multiple cerebral microaneurysms. Results Site-6174 Director Dr. Lass could not be contacted at the time of MTF Eta-10’s discovery, as he was actively in transit from a Directors’ Quorum on the continent. Researcher Augustina de La Rosa was given temporary emergency command of Site-6174 by order of O5-█. - Close: Document 10 + Document 11: Suspension of All Project YANH Activities, Effective Immediately - Close: Document 11 Document 11: Suspension of All Project YANH Activities, Effective Immediately From the Office of O5-█ All Project YANH Activities Suspended Indefinitely, Effective Immediately In light of recent developments in our understanding of the nature of SCP-6174, all Project YANH activities are to be halted and all outstanding Phases to be preemptively cancelled, pending reapproval by O5-█. All personnel who are working on or have worked on Project YANH will be contacted shortly by their liaison for the expedition of this process. - Close: Document 11 + Document 12: Critical Failures in Project YANH - Close: Document 12 Document 12: Critical Failures in Project YANH Note: Following the completion of their Deep-Permanence training through Project YANH on ██-██-20██, the first batch of YANH Stable Agents were returned to their teams for application in the field. Of ██ entrants to the program, only █ enrollees were unable to return to active duty as a result of complications resulting from their training. Many of the Stable Agents were able to successfully implement Deep-Permanence in the field to great positive effect, similar to those benefits demonstrated by the preliminary testing done by MTF █-█’s Agent █-9. However, ██ Stable Agents experienced unforeseen catastrophes as a result of their new abilities. A truncated list of extreme failures is provided below. FINDINGS Exploration of SCP-████ Stable Agent had demonstrated a marked ability to utilize the temporal lifeline offered by Deep-Permanence to SCP-6174, and initial hours spent within SCP-████ resulted in further progress than previous agents had been capable of making in the prior █ years of exploration. However, after exiting SCP-████, Stable Agent displayed an unshakable determination and deep phobia that they did not exist. Stable Agent refused to accept the fact of their own existence, yet was also terrified by the notion that they might not exist. Subject entered a manic episode ██ hours after arrival at the entry point to SCP-████, and was moved to suicide watch at the Site-██ mental rehabilitation ward, where they currently reside. Containment of SCP-████-█ Stable Agent’s presence on the containment team had a notably positive reality-stabilizing effect for the team members in her proximity. However, upon confronting SCP-████-█ in the field, Stable Agent refused to proceed with accepted containment procedures, citing SCP-████-█’s “non-anomalous nature.” Stable Agent vehemently continued in this assertion, and as a direct result, containment efforts failed, leading to the escape of the target. Exploration of SCP-███ Stable Agent passed through the portal and immediately collapsed, writhing and screaming. Stable Agent babbled incoherently about “seeing forever” for four minutes until seizing and entering cardiac arrest. Stable Agent was successfully retrieved by accompanying members of MTF ████-█, but was pronounced deceased upon return to baseline reality. Research at Site-██ Initial beta-testing of Project YANH Phase Two procedures prior to the full enrollment of its ██ intended Stable Agents resulted in [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] These events occurred within the four days immediately following the first batch of Stable Agents’ departures from Site-6174, and as such, attempts to abort the deployment of these agents in the field after YANH’s emergency status was declared were largely met with failure, or at least delay. - Close: Document 12 + Document 13: Personal Note from the Desk of Researcher Augustina de La Rosa - Close: Document 13 Document 13: Personal Note from the Desk of Researcher Augustina de La Rosa ██-██-20██ Gods, I haven’t slept in 26 nope, 28 hours. I need to crash after I get these thoughts out. Lass should be back soon, and for once I’m looking forward to that pissy little fellow. I’m tired of everyone thinking I’m in command, but there’s still SO much to be done, now that this shitball’s started rolling. There are at least two things wrong with well, we’ve come to two new conclusions about SCP-6174. Ironically, we seem to have hit them both on the head at the same time, me here in the lab and the boys out in ██████████. Both are pretty fucked up. Mine was that the Ball’s “ununseeability” is not really that we can always SEE it, but more that we always KNOW where it is. Similar, but different. I thought it was a memory thing when I first saw those deep brain scans of the twins, but I think it’s a little more pointed than that. Less that we “remember” where it is/what it looks like, and more that we just inherently know that it’s there. Kind of like how when we’re walking around we always know where our feet are. Maybe that’s also a memory thing, though, because muscle memory is a thing. Kind of. But anyway. We have a LOT more scanning to do before we can be sure of either hypothesis. What the boys in the field found out is well, I guess we suspected that this could be the case for a while now, in the back of our minds, but never really got around to testing it. I sure as hell didn’t want to think about it. Hindsight is 20/20 etc. etc. Well, it turns out that EVERYONE can see the ball, but they just don’t know where to look for it. As in, every human born under the sun can see the damned thing, so long as they’re pointed in the right direction. It makes so much sense, now that we know it. Like, our eyes naturally move in saccades. They twitch around in our head when look around, and even their “smooth” transits when we track moving objects aren’t infinitely granular. Really, we rarely actually look “at” anything. Just close to it. For someone in, say, Jakarta, that teeeeeeny little dot of SCP-6174 eight thousand miles away would not only be below their feet, but also INSANELY small. I haven’t crunched the numbers yet, but there has to be a bafflingly small percent chance that, over the course of their day-to-day life, anyone would EVER manage to look right at it on accident. But hoooo-boy, if someone DOES. 99.999999% (I think I did that right) of our species of bald monkeys are not Deep-Permanence trained little boys and girls. We aren’t supposed to be able to clearly picture something thousands of miles away. We aren’t trained to handle that sort of sheer scale. And when our squishy little monkey brains suddenly find themselves accurately processing just how much FUCKING SPACE lies between us and the other side of the globe, well… bye bye brain. Ok, I crunched the numbers because it was bugging me. Someone on the other side of the world looking at this thing would see it as close to the size of an atom (just one order of magnitude off). Yeah. Except they would be able to ACTUALLY SEE it somehow, and understand how small it is, which means understanding how far away it is, which means understanding how small THEY are, which means… It’s just not natural. Or rather, it IS natural that we wouldn’t be able to handle such a thing. Our brains aren’t made to be capable of processing things like that. Why would they? A monkey only needs to know its relatively immediate surroundings. A couple square kilometers, max. Sure, we can look up at the night sky and “look” billions of light years away, but we’re not actually processing what we’re looking at. Our brains literally can’t. We can process like… here to the supermercado. Maybe even to the beach. But when your brain suddenly realizes that for some GOD FORSAKEN REASON it is capable of accurately and completely visualizing an object from tens or hundreds or THOUSANDS of miles away, and you’re not one of those weirdos who trained to do that constantly… you just stop working. Splatooey. Gods, but the world is empty, isn’t it. It’s all empty space with a few chunks of stuff in it, and those chunks of stuff are made of particles that are ALSO mostly empty space. I know people throw those words around all the time, but the ball really makes you process just how tiny you are. I don’t even want to know what would happen if you looked at it from the Moon, or gods forbid from further away. Your little head would probably go thermonuclear. Maybe that’s how the Foundation will weaponize this – make a bunch of little walking monkey-brained time bombs. Fuck. I just ran the numbers from Pluto. You could see a NUCLEUS from that distance. Anyways. It’s bedtime. Here’s hoping for sleep. - A - Close: Document 13 Document 14: Emergency classification of SCP-6174 as Apollyon (Approved) [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS] + Document 15: From the Site 6174 Communications Log - Close: Document 15 [From the RAISA Communications Archive] Date: ██-██-20██; From: Dr. Lass; To: All Site 6174 Staff; Subject: CODE INNOCENT Dear Fellows, We have entered a CODE INNOCENT situation. Check your handbooks if you don’t remember that one; it’s way in the back with the other “like that will ever happen” kind of vocabulary. You all know by now that I do not curse at shadows, but this one is an absolute nightmare. La Rosa has provided ample proof that SCP-6174 is one of two things, both of which have terrible implications. Option One: SCP-6174 is an Apollyon-class anomaly. This would entail that some aspect of its nature which we have been considering “anomalous” has wormed its way so deeply into how we, as humans, view our world, that it is inherently uncontainable and perhaps even actively causing the degradation of the human species. Thankfully, we have yet to prove that SCP-6174 really does much of anything, at least in the active sense, so we may yet be able to dodge this bullet. But we may not actually want to dodge this bullet, because Option Two is that: Option Two: SCP-6174 is “not anomalous.” This is the more terrifying of the two options, by a few degrees. This would entail that all human beings have some quasi-shared “memory” of a singular point, which, for whatever godforsaken reason, looks like a small white ball floating in the jungles of Puerto Rico. Now, this one would still be a headscratcher beyond the usual “why?”, since we know that the thing floats anomalously and is insanely durable. Hopefully those facts alone mean that we may yet be able to write off this “every human being has a small section of their brain devoted to the imaging of this object” hypotheses. Let’s hope that La Rosa can pull off her usual wizardry and find something useful for us. However, until we know more, we are still in CODE INNOCENT. All travel from Site 6174 has been suspended, and we are on indefinite lockdown while our superiors decide on the fate of our little site. I foresee an influx of fresh blood in the coming weeks as they send more hands to put on deck. Times like these make me ever-thankful that our operation was always deemed unnecessary for an on-site warhead. Signed, Dr. Lass “He who controls the ball controls the universe” – Frank Herbert, probably - Close: Document 15 + Document 16: Vote Count - Close: Document 16 Document: 16 Verdict on the Nature and Treatment of SCP-6174 [DATA EXPUNGED: INVALID CREDENTIALS] [OVERRIDE KEY DETECTED: DATA UNEXPUNGED] Order of Business: Verdict on the Nature and Treatment of SCP-6174 Present: O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-██, O5-██, O5-██ Absent: O5-█, O5-██ Begin Log. 13:32, ██/██/20██] [Note: Sub-debates and arguments pertaining to unrelated matters have been excised. Certain statements have been expunged from the record at the behest of the speaking party.] O5-█: [Rearranging their papers.] Order, fellows. Order. The topic at hand, and I’m looking at you, ██████████, is that of SCP-6174. SCP-6174, as all of you know, is the un-unseeable sphere in Puerto Rico. The researchers at Site 6174 still haven’t figured out where it came from, or exactly how long it’s been there, or if anyone built it, or if it is in fact some naturally-occurring phenomenon, but as far as we know the thing has existed for multiple millennia longer than we have been observing it, doing little more than floating in people’s vision. However, the matter at hand is thus: we recently discovered that all of us have been observing it this whole time. We just didn’t know that we were doing so until last week, what with that damned video from the art exhibit. Which, by the way, also proved once and for all that the thing has great potential for public harm, as any party that could figure out how to get a large percentage of the human population to accurately look in its fundamental direction could achieve a mass madness and/or death event of enormous proportions. So. SCP-6174 has been temporarily granted a reclassification to Apollyon, and is pending a wholescale restructuring in its containment and research protocol, but if that were all, I would not have convened this meeting. Rather, █, who has had an eye on SCP-6174 for some 90-odd years now, has expressed a convincing argument to me in private for why we should not treat SCP-6174 as an Apollyon-class anomaly, and instead treat it as a Safe-class anomaly. I will pass the floor to █ now, as they are the more involved and knowledgeable party in this matter. O5-█: Thank you, █. Yes, I motion that we classify SCP-6174 as a Safe-class anomaly, and severely limit any and all further research or meddling that be done in relation to it. For starters: Yes, we cannot currently contain the object’s visual effect, regardless of the security of the object’s physical sphere. Yes, some individuals have died upon finding its miniscule dot in their field of vision. Yes, any of you could technically notice it at any moment as well, especially if you were to look in that direction. [O5-█ points toward the floor a few meters away, in the direction of Puerto Rico.] I already have, and I promise you that it does bend the mind quite a bit on first contact, though I doubt it would seriously rock any of your psyches. I know that I have certainly seen and felt worse things in my tenure here. The real issue with SCP-6174 is that it currently offers no more of a threat to humanity than any of nature’s other aspects already do. The world is, simply put, a dangerous place for our little humans. Take heights, for example. Yes, a human falling off of a tall enough object will most likely die. But we haven’t started assigning every cliff in the world an Object Class, now, have we? Of course not. Some people intentionally jump off of cliffs, sure, and others have wandered off of them on accident, but that is not really of our concern. We do not presume to protect all of humankind from their own stupidity or bad luck, unless someone were to find concrete proof that either of those features were not, in fact, naturally occurring aspects of human life. So we come to SCP-6174. Yes, it is undeniably an anomalous object, if by no other metric than the fact that we have yet to find anything else that has its unusual visual effect. That, and it floats. However, any negative effects that SCP-6174 may have on the greater public are roughly equivalent to those that the natural world already has on the greater public. Anyone can have an aneurysm at the drop of a hat, SCP-6174 or not. Pop. Dead. Aneurysms are not Keter-class objects. They are not even Objects, in our mind. They do not try to do anything. They are simply a thing that can happen. “But,” you will say to me. “An Object does not need to intend harm to be harmful.” True, I respond, but I am arguing that SCP-6174 is not a harmful object. It is simply an object through which some individuals can be exposed to the dangerous realization that they are infinitesimally small. Think about time for a moment. Time is the vector through which many deadly mediums affect humankind. Disease on its own does not kill a man, but the realization of a disease by way of time can have a deadly effect on humans. But “time” does not kill those humans. Disease does, just in a roundabout way, via the channel that is time. SCP-6174 does not kill anyone. It is simply an object whose existence causes viewers to realize, and perhaps even begin to comprehend, aspects of their baseline, non-anomalous reality that their human brains are not built to handle. Namely, distance and size. Distance and size are neither anomalous nor inherently dangerous, ah, metrics. They're just measurements. But humans are quite bad at dealing with measurements at the extreme ends of the spectrum. Atoms are just… tiny, and space is just… huge. Sure, you can slap some numbers on them in light years or nanometers, but humans simply cannot fathom sizes that small, nor distances that large. SCP-6174 merely breaks down that wall of incomprehension. SCP-6174 is only a threat to humanity in that it will, on an extremely occasional basis, cause some unlucky soul to realize just how small they are, and how monstrously large the rest of the world is. Any old priest could have a supreme crises of faith that would stop his heart just as effectively. It's not too uncommon for shocking revelations to cause heart attacks or the like, and the newfound understanding of scale brought on by viewing SCP-6174 should be treated no differently. Besides, if we get down to brass tacks, the likelihood of a man or woman looking at SCP-6174 on accident is probably much smaller than the likelihood of a priest going to meet their maker because they suddenly decided for themselves that said maker does not exist. In summation: SCP-6174 is no more of a threat to humanity than your average cliff is, or your average unexpected medical condition. As such, it should be given an Object Class of Safe, and largely left unmeddled with. I pass the floor to general debate. O5-██: All respect, █, but we have literally seen MC&D use this thing to kill people. How is that a Safe object? O5-█: I expected that one of you might ask that question. MC&D have killed people with their own bones before. Do we label bones as anomalous? Or the means by which said bones killed their victim? Or do we label MC&D as anomalous and forget about the bones? O5-██: Hmmm. But you must admit that SCP-6174 was the cause of death, and an anomalous death at that. O5-█: No, I do not have to admit that. SCP-6174 was the vector through which a deadly realization came about in a few persons’ minds. It was not their cause of death. O5-██: That’s just semantics, █. Don’t you remember our decision about [DATA EXPUNGED: UNRELATED MATTERS] [UNRELATED MATTERS] O5-█: Wait, wait. It doesn’t matter if this thing is “natural” or not, does it? It’s an anomalous object, even if the cause of death it brings about is technically one that could occur naturally. O5-█: Yes, it is an anomalous object. However, its effect on humankind at large is no more severe than most naturally-occurring objects or events, anomalous or otherwise. I am not motioning that we stop treating SCP-6174 as an Object in need of containment; I simply am motioning that we classify it as Safe and halt further meddling with it. It has sat snugly in its forest in Puerto Rico for who-knows-how-long, and look! Humanity has not suffered as a result. To quote ██’s oft-favored saying, I’m sure that more people have been killed by vending machines than by SCP-6174. But beyond simple death counts, which we all know are not a helpful metric for this discussion, SCP-6174 has never attempted to escape, or done anything else but to exist, so far as we know. It simply has one visual effect that cannot be contained, and whose effect is inherently self-containing. Until some unaware civilian survives noticing SCP-6174 in their vision and we need to deploy cleanup operations, this object is effectively Safe and essentially self-containing. O5-█: What about the possibility that the object is a reality anchor of some variety, or perhaps even a dimensional anchor in reference to a baseline property such as distance or size? I remember reading █’s report back in the ██’s on the possibility that SCP-6174 was a reality anchor built by a bygone civilization, akin to Scranton’s more recent work. Nothing ever came of that report, if my memory serves, which it always has. Should we not keep the research rolling on this thing to see if we can’t ascertain the object’s origins for certain one way or the other? O5-█: I’m glad you brought that up. In my mind, the dangers of poking this particular bear outweigh any possible benefits of so doing. If the object is in fact the result of some technological advancements beyond our current understanding, then we will no doubt eventually make those same technological advancements ourselves without its help. On the other hand, given the small chance that SCP-6174 is currently functioning as some form of reality anchor, any poking and prodding that we do to the object could cause an actual end-of-the-world scenario. I see the possible benefits as being far overshadowed by the possible losses. The thing has been there for over five thousand years, and I don’t see much reason to interrupt… whatever it is that it’s been up to this whole time, even if “that” is just “existing.” O5-█: You’re always one to advocate not poking the bear, █, but that has not always been a positive feature. Remember [DATA EXPUNGED: UNRELATED MATTERS] [UNRELATED MATTERS] O5-█: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] O5-█: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] O5-█: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] O5-██: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] O5-█: [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] O5-██: [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] O5-██: [DATA EXPUNGED: HARM TO ONGOING OPERATIONS] O5-█: We have come full circle now with ██’s argument, so let us put the matter to a vote. To state the motion again, I motion that we classify SCP-6174 as a Safe-class anomaly, and severely limit any and all further research or meddling that be done in relation to it. Voting begins now. O5-██: [EXPUNGED AT THE BEHEST OF THE SPEAKING PARTY] [End Log. 14:48, ██/██/20██] [Vote Count:] Yeas: O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-█, O5-██, O5-██, Nays: O5-█, O5-██ Absent: O5-█, O5-██ Verdict: Motion Carried. SCP-6174 was reclassified as a Safe-class anomaly, with all invasive research into its nature and function suspended indefinitely, pending any future reapproval by O5-█. - Close: Document 16 + Document 17: O5 memo Detailing the Reclassification of SCP-6174 as Safe - Close: Document 17 Document: 17 O5 memo Detailing the Re-classification of SCP-6174 as Safe From the Office of O5-█ SCP-6174 has hereby been reclassified as Safe, effective immediately. In light of recent developments, SCP-6174 has been deemed fitting of the Object Class of Safe, effective immediately. This decision is the result of careful consideration, and all relevant entities were consulted during the deliberative process. Any records physical or digital pertaining to Project YANH are to be submitted to RAISA for archival purposes. All personnel are working on Project YANH will be contacted shortly by their liaison for the expedition of this process. - Close: Document 17 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6174" by Maramas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6174. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image: SCP-6174-Breakroom-On.jpg Derivative of: 94590457_ca997b4990_o.jpg Name: You are here! Author: Paul Downey License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/psd/94590457 Additional Notes: Maramas added the digitally generated sphere of SCP-6174 to the image. Image: SCP-6174-Breakroom-Off.jpg Derivative of: 94590457_ca997b4990_o.jpg Name: You are here! Author: Paul Downey License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/psd/94590457 Additional Notes: Maramas added the digitally generated sphere of SCP-6174 to the image. Image: SCP-6174-Gatehouse-Office.jpg Derivative of: Old office space, Monroe County Courthouse (Alabama).jpg Author: Ser Amantio di Nicolao License: Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-SA 4.0) Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Old_office_space,_Monroe_County_Courthouse_(Alabama).jpg Additional Notes: Maramas added the tiny dot of SCP-6174 to the image. |
SCP-6175 | euclid | close Info X Author: Roundabouts and Firedeer Item#: 6175 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo The Voyager spacecraft. Special Containment Procedures: A research team belonging to MTF Gamma-55 ("Starmen") is currently embedded within NASA and tasked with gaining information and sending it to Site-300-12's Para-Astronomy Department. All extranormal radio signals and soundwaves originating from SCP-6175 are to be recorded, translated and stored within Site-300-12's database. All mentions regarding anomalous phenomena surrounding the Voyager 1 spacecraft are to be tracked and deleted by Foundation Webcrawler FIRESTORM.aic. Description: SCP-6175 is the Voyager 1 probe. Following an anomalous event on the 09/15/2022, SCP-6175 turned on an unauthorized and previously unknown video camera implanted to its disk, and gained contact with a NASA research team within the Marshall Spacial Flight Center, in Alabama, for the next 5 months. During the spanned amount of time, SCP-6175 underwent several anomalous phenomena. See Addendum 6175.1 for additional information regarding the timeline of events. Addendum 6175.1: Timeline of Events + Open Addendum – hide block The following addendum includes a timeline of events regarding SCP-6175's autonomous behavior and additional anomalous phenomena. 09/15/2022 - 09/28/2022: Voyager 1 begins broadcasting footage of Neptune while gaining contact with NASA researchers. Additional Notes: None. 09/28/2022 - 09/30/2022: NASA researchers report contact loss with SCP-6175 for unknown reasons. Hypothesis regarding the impact of the Voyager 1 probe with another object were brought up, although quickly discarded. Research team was successfully infiltrated by MTF Gamma-55. Additional Notes: SCP-6175's camera was reported to be shifting and vibrating prior to loss of contact. Following this event, SCP-6175 regained contact with the research team. 09/30/2022 - 10/22/2022: SCP-6175 is hypothesized to be teleported to an unknown location, believed to be the Boötes void, otherwise known as SCP-3200. The object is reported to be rotating constantly. No soundwaves, celestial bodies or astros are recorded during said amount of time. Additional Notes: SCP-6175 was reported to be vibrating or shifting occasionally in an aggresive way for the following weeks. 3 superfluous logs removed for brevity. 10/31/2022 - 11/01/2022: First contact between SCP-6175 and a foreign object within its proximity. Object reported to take the form of an antenna, similar to that of the Voyager diagram. Additional Notes: The antenna was reported to be mangled and deteriorated. 5 superfluous logs removed for brevity. 11/01/2022 - 11/08/2O22: Second contact between SCP-6175 and another object, reported to be a paper note. Object was zoomed in by SCP-6175's camera in order to be identified. The following note read: Voyager did things no one predicted, found scenes no one expected, and promises to outlive its inventors. Like a great painting or an abiding institution, it has acquired an existence of its own, a destiny beyond the grasp of its handlers. — Stephen J. Pyne Additional Notes: The note remained floating for a week before vanishing. It was unable to deteriorate. 11/08/2022 - 11/28/2022: NASA computers reported radio signals originating from SCP-6175's satellite dish, which were identified to be morse code. The signals were translated into English, and the anomaly was reported to be the lyrics of "Space Oddity", by David Bowie. Additional Notes: A loud hum of the song's instrumental was heard throughout the assigned NASA facility, followed by human footsteps. 7 superfluous logs removed for brevity. 12/03/2022 - 12/31/2022: SCP-6175 is seen advancing on a straight line at high speeds, several parts of itself splitting and traveling faster than the anomaly. The separate parts follow SCP-6175 regardless of their status. SCP-6175 progressively emits a large amount of radio signals throughout the mentioned span of time, translated from morse code into the message from the note recollected last month. Additional Notes: The separate parts were reported to be deteriorated. 12/31/2022 - 01/14/2023: SCP-6175 stops, before broadcasting static for the following 2 weeks. Additional Notes: None. Radio signals were sent to the research team, translated as human shouting and crying. 01/14/2023 - 02/12/2023: SCP-6175 makes contact once again with its research team. During this span of time, several paper notes with stars and planets inscribed into them began spawning around SCP-6175. Additional Notes: One of the notes was said to have several drawings, with one doodle resembling three individuals, though one shorter than the others, inscribed into them. SCP-6175 sent several radio signals, similar to illegible human vocalizations. Following the last log, no anomalous phenomena spawned within SCP-6175's proximity. The anomaly was then reclassified by the 6175-assigned team as neutralized. Addendum 6175.2: Incident Log + Open Addendum – hide block On the 02/04/2025, a few months prior to the end of the Voyager 1's mission, several radio signals were sent to a NASA facility kept within Cape Canaveral. Most of the sent radio signals, proceeding from SCP-6175 itself, were illegible but able to be stored, with only one of them was translated and kept within the facility's database until discovery by MTF Gamma-55: I love you. And I always will. Following this event, the Voyager 2 probe began sending meaningless radio signals to the NASA station at Cape Canaveral, before turning off once again1. SCP-6175 later broadcasted the Boötes Void, before the Voyager 2 satellite, therefore designated as SCP-6175-1, appeared within SCP-6175's surroundings. Additionally, a radio signal proceeding from SCP-6175-1 was sent to the facility at Cape Canaveral: I love you too, dear. It's time to come back home. SCP-6175 reclassified to Euclid. Attempts to recover SCP-6175 and SCP-6175-1 are currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. The Voyager 2 already ended its mission by the time the signals were sent. |
SCP-6175 | uncontained | close Info X Author: Roundabouts and Firedeer Item#: 6175 Level2 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo The Voyager spacecraft. Special Containment Procedures: A research team belonging to MTF Gamma-55 ("Starmen") is currently embedded within NASA and tasked with gaining information and sending it to Site-300-12's Para-Astronomy Department. All extranormal radio signals and soundwaves originating from SCP-6175 are to be recorded, translated and stored within Site-300-12's database. All mentions regarding anomalous phenomena surrounding the Voyager 1 spacecraft are to be tracked and deleted by Foundation Webcrawler FIRESTORM.aic. Description: SCP-6175 is the Voyager 1 probe. Following an anomalous event on the 09/15/2022, SCP-6175 turned on an unauthorized and previously unknown video camera implanted to its disk, and gained contact with a NASA research team within the Marshall Spacial Flight Center, in Alabama, for the next 5 months. During the spanned amount of time, SCP-6175 underwent several anomalous phenomena. See Addendum 6175.1 for additional information regarding the timeline of events. Addendum 6175.1: Timeline of Events + Open Addendum – hide block The following addendum includes a timeline of events regarding SCP-6175's autonomous behavior and additional anomalous phenomena. 09/15/2022 - 09/28/2022: Voyager 1 begins broadcasting footage of Neptune while gaining contact with NASA researchers. Additional Notes: None. 09/28/2022 - 09/30/2022: NASA researchers report contact loss with SCP-6175 for unknown reasons. Hypothesis regarding the impact of the Voyager 1 probe with another object were brought up, although quickly discarded. Research team was successfully infiltrated by MTF Gamma-55. Additional Notes: SCP-6175's camera was reported to be shifting and vibrating prior to loss of contact. Following this event, SCP-6175 regained contact with the research team. 09/30/2022 - 10/22/2022: SCP-6175 is hypothesized to be teleported to an unknown location, believed to be the Boötes void, otherwise known as SCP-3200. The object is reported to be rotating constantly. No soundwaves, celestial bodies or astros are recorded during said amount of time. Additional Notes: SCP-6175 was reported to be vibrating or shifting occasionally in an aggresive way for the following weeks. 3 superfluous logs removed for brevity. 10/31/2022 - 11/01/2022: First contact between SCP-6175 and a foreign object within its proximity. Object reported to take the form of an antenna, similar to that of the Voyager diagram. Additional Notes: The antenna was reported to be mangled and deteriorated. 5 superfluous logs removed for brevity. 11/01/2022 - 11/08/2O22: Second contact between SCP-6175 and another object, reported to be a paper note. Object was zoomed in by SCP-6175's camera in order to be identified. The following note read: Voyager did things no one predicted, found scenes no one expected, and promises to outlive its inventors. Like a great painting or an abiding institution, it has acquired an existence of its own, a destiny beyond the grasp of its handlers. — Stephen J. Pyne Additional Notes: The note remained floating for a week before vanishing. It was unable to deteriorate. 11/08/2022 - 11/28/2022: NASA computers reported radio signals originating from SCP-6175's satellite dish, which were identified to be morse code. The signals were translated into English, and the anomaly was reported to be the lyrics of "Space Oddity", by David Bowie. Additional Notes: A loud hum of the song's instrumental was heard throughout the assigned NASA facility, followed by human footsteps. 7 superfluous logs removed for brevity. 12/03/2022 - 12/31/2022: SCP-6175 is seen advancing on a straight line at high speeds, several parts of itself splitting and traveling faster than the anomaly. The separate parts follow SCP-6175 regardless of their status. SCP-6175 progressively emits a large amount of radio signals throughout the mentioned span of time, translated from morse code into the message from the note recollected last month. Additional Notes: The separate parts were reported to be deteriorated. 12/31/2022 - 01/14/2023: SCP-6175 stops, before broadcasting static for the following 2 weeks. Additional Notes: None. Radio signals were sent to the research team, translated as human shouting and crying. 01/14/2023 - 02/12/2023: SCP-6175 makes contact once again with its research team. During this span of time, several paper notes with stars and planets inscribed into them began spawning around SCP-6175. Additional Notes: One of the notes was said to have several drawings, with one doodle resembling three individuals, though one shorter than the others, inscribed into them. SCP-6175 sent several radio signals, similar to illegible human vocalizations. Following the last log, no anomalous phenomena spawned within SCP-6175's proximity. The anomaly was then reclassified by the 6175-assigned team as neutralized. Addendum 6175.2: Incident Log + Open Addendum – hide block On the 02/04/2025, a few months prior to the end of the Voyager 1's mission, several radio signals were sent to a NASA facility kept within Cape Canaveral. Most of the sent radio signals, proceeding from SCP-6175 itself, were illegible but able to be stored, with only one of them was translated and kept within the facility's database until discovery by MTF Gamma-55: I love you. And I always will. Following this event, the Voyager 2 probe began sending meaningless radio signals to the NASA station at Cape Canaveral, before turning off once again1. SCP-6175 later broadcasted the Boötes Void, before the Voyager 2 satellite, therefore designated as SCP-6175-1, appeared within SCP-6175's surroundings. Additionally, a radio signal proceeding from SCP-6175-1 was sent to the facility at Cape Canaveral: I love you too, dear. It's time to come back home. SCP-6175 reclassified to Euclid. Attempts to recover SCP-6175 and SCP-6175-1 are currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. The Voyager 2 already ended its mission by the time the signals were sent. |
SCP-6176 | euclid | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item #: SCP-6176 Special Containment Procedures: Wing G of Site-301 has been converted to act as SCP-6176's primary containment chamber, currently a 4.5m wide cube-shaped room, initially intended to act as a supply room for janitorial staff. Organic personnel are not permitted to enter wing G. Instead, Kederesk.aic has been assigned to monitor and report on SCP-6176. Dr. Carè after exposure to D-2133 (SCP-6176) Description: SCP-6176 is a specific existential, metaphysical construct or entity currently maintained in wing G at Site-301. SCP-6176 is a metaphysical embodiment of its metaphysical self, which has produced an intense feedback loop in which SCP-6176 continuously reiterates itself. This process is indefinite as long as SCP-6176 remains conceptually alive. This is due to SCP-6176 being capable of visualising how subjects externally perceive itself, which inturn alters its own metaphysical self, which results in the feedback loop. SCP-6176 invariably becomes inert once it no longer becomes subjectively perceived by an organic individual. Due to external perception of it, SCP-6176 primarily has taken a humanoid shape. Whether SCP-6176 in this state is conscious is still unknown, as external perception doesn't lead to change in SCP-6176 internally. However, if an iteration of SCP-6176 is produced off the basis of a hominid-centred perception, then it is likely SCP-6176 has manifested some form of consciousness. SCP-6176 iterations that are likely to be conscious are designated as SCP-6176-Prime instances. While the exact parameters for a prime instance are unclear, the Foundation has documented the appearance of 4 prime instances which have come about since SCP-6176's containment in 1972. Addendum-1: Several tests were performed on SCP-6176 to see its reactions to external perception of it based on different states of consciousness. Conscious State: Waking Subject: D-4972 Result: SCP-6176 performed as was expected, in which a humanoid shape was formed during the subsequent iterations. No prime instances were produced. Conscious State: Sleeping Subject: D-4972 Result: No result, as D-4972 did not visually perceive SCP-6176. Conscious State: Dreaming Subject: D-2133 D-2133 was exposed to several images relating to SCP-6176, symbolic and metaphorical in nature. D-2133 was also allowed to converse with D-4972 regarding SCP-6176 before the test was conducted. Result: SCP-6176 formed a humanoid shape which assumed the supine position. D-2133 proceeded to open their eyes, however was in a paralytic state. SCP-6176 formed superficial eyes which rapidly looked around before they formed into three images. The first featured a young boy sitting beside an older woman in a hospital bed hooked up to a breathing apparatus. The second featured the same young boy pulling away the blinds of a window at several other children playing basketball in the street. The third featured the young boy in a suit and tie sitting at the bottom of a wooden staircase, crying into their hands. Conscious State: Transcendental Consciousness Subject: D-4972 and D-2133 Result: SCP-6176 formed several hominid-centred conceptual identifiers present within the noosphere, specifically ones which relate to both D-4972 and D-2133. Notable examples were: names, memories, aspirations and personalities. Conscious State: Cosmic Consciousness Subject: D-4972 and D-2133 Result: SCP-6176 formed a brain, with several roots growing from its base. This was followed by the manifestation of several symbolic images, which were incomprehensible to D-4972 and D-2133. Conscious State: God Consciousness Subject: D-4972 and D-2133 Result: SCP-6176 became a unified self-expression of its own perceived deific status among several GoI's. These formations expressed their own consciousness, which further reinforced SCP-6176 during later iterations. Conscious State: Unity Consciousness Subject: D-4972 and D-2133 Result: SCP-6176 becomes the expression of all human perception. This was demonstrated when D-4972 broke visual contact and stared down at the concrete floor. This prompted SCP-6176 to form into concrete, as well as manifesting several symbolic images of concepts such as "Underneath" and "Floor". Testing was concluded after it was deemed SCP-6176 had gained too much of an understanding of human consciousness to the point where it became capable of self-sustaining itself. SCP-6176 began to form a symbolic representation of consciousness which later evolved into an isolated conscious form within SCP-6176. This form then internally perceived SCP-6176 which then prompted the formation of a volatile prime instance. Addendum-2: Once the SCP-6176-Prime instance was formed, it was deemed too essophysically dangerous to remain in wing G. Thus it was put to a vote for whether SCP-6176 should be transferred to the Adaptive Containment Chamber (ACC) at Site-301. For — 67% Novote — 13% Against — 20% SCP-6176 was subsequently transported into the ACC. Transcriptor: Kederesk.aic Begin… 12:00 SCP-6176 is placed within the chamber via the use of a transport automaton. The chamber is sealed and the adaptive lining is activated. 12:34 The walls of the ACC begin to glow measuring around 650°C. 12:45 Several adaptive plates begin to melt off the chamber walls. SCP-6176 grows more volatile. 13:11 The chamber begins to stabilise with SCP-6176 reducing in size. 13:25 SCP-6176 forms into both D-4972 and D-2133. Both D-class are found to now be absent from their quarters. 13:56 SCP-6176 forms several thought forms. These forms then are reduced into their base concepts. 14:05 SCP-6176 projects a noospheric pattern onto the chamber walls. 14:17 Kederesk.aic is compromised as SCP-6176 forms into a deific automaton that begins breaking several of the adaptive plates. 14:48 SCP-6176 then disappears. D-2133 is found back in their cell. D-4972's bed is found to be covered in dead butterflies. …End Note: The ACC was examined for structural damages. It was discovered that the ACC has already been used to contain another anomaly, which was likely the reason SCP-6176's containment was compromised. Addendum-3: An interview was performed with D-2133 following SCP-6176's transference into the ACC. <Begin Log> Dr. Carè: So you were temporarily transported into the ACC. Could you tell me a little bit about what you saw? D-2133 is silent for 10 seconds, looking down at the floor. D-2133: What's that? Dr. Carè: The ACC? It's pretty simple… D-2133: No, that (D-2133 points behind Dr. Care). Dr. Carè: (Looking behind) I'm not sure what you're referring to? D-2133: Oh, this is a pretty new experience for me. D-2133 looks down at their hands, the number of digits fluctuating from 1 to 400. Dr. Carè doesn't notice this. D-2133: Do you think if mankind ever heard God, they'd react in fear or hope? Just a piece of God, like a heartbeat or something? Dr. Carè: I… don't think I've got an answer for that. Could you please try and answer the question. D-2133: Well the chamber I was in adapts to contain it right? Dr. Carè wipes blood away from his nose. Dr. Carè: Yeah that's what it was designed for. Your point? D-2133: If the embodiment of itself eventually became conscious, then the chamber introduced something that would break this. That would be showing the entity nothing. Dr. Carè: So you're saying the ACC performed an unauthorised termination? D-2133: Well, nothing ain't something a human's capable of perceiving. Most likely it repurposed the robot to do that. Even then it only caused its consciousness to burst. You can't introduce something as complex a consciousness to something as miniscule as nothing, that would simply break the laws of thermodynamics. Dr. Carè: (Coughing) So where is SCP-6176 now? Dr. Carè vomits and collapses onto the table. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6176" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6176. Licensed under CC-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: distorted_doctor_care Author: Bread_Tyrant License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link |
SCP-6177 | neutralized | Item#: 6177 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6177's primary containment unit. Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-6177 are stored in the Site-12 morgue. Description: SCP-6177 was a 14-year-old human male suffering from an anomalous form of Werner Syndrome1. Symptoms developed faster than average and all biological objects within 12.6 meters of SCP-6177 also began aging at an accelerated rate. This rate would frequently fluctuate with the highest recorded rate being 3.153x 104 times faster. Discovery: SCP-6177 was taken into Foundation custody after an incident at Seven Lakes Junior High School in Katy, Texas on 03/11/19. A total of 12 civilians had developed symptoms of SCP-6177's anomalous effect. 11 of the affected displayed nominal visible signs, were amnesticized and returned to society. 1 was deemed unfit to return and is currently in Foundation custody. Addendum 6177-1: INTERVIEW LOG 1 INTERVIEW LOG 3 INTERVIEW LOG 86 INTERVIEW LOG 244 DATE: 03/12/19 SUBJECT: SCP-6177 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Connard PURPOSE: Intake Interview SYMPTOMS: Short Stature, Slender Build, Abnormal hair whorl2, Convex nasal ridge3 <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6177 is seen talking to Dr. Connard in the unit's inlaid wall display panel. SCP-6177: So where am I? Dr. Connard: I’m afraid I can’t tell you that either. SCP-6177: Of course, you can’t. Because you people are all fucking crazy. You do know this is illegal, right? My uncle is a lawyer and with the amount of rights violations you've committed, you're going to be screwed. Dr. Connard: I don't think you'll have to worry about that. And you must understand no one is trying to punish you. This is for your safety. SCP-6177: Bullshit, I know what this is. You're gonna run all sorts of tests on me. You're gonna cut me open to see what makes me tick isn't that right? Dr. Connard: Okay- SCP-6177: No not okay, I demand to be let out of this room. You people just can't- A alarm sounds inside of SCP-6177’s containment unit, repeating twice. SCP-6177 puts their hands to their ears and falls into the provided desk chair Dr. Connard: Alright then. Now I have tried to be patient and cordial but if you can't control yourself then we will have to continue later. SCP-6177: Wait, what? <END LOG> DATE: 03/12/19 SUBJECT: SCP-6177 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Connard PURPOSE: Intake Interview SYMPTOMS: Premature graying of hair, Abnormality of the voice4 <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Connard: So when did you find out you had these abilities? SCP-6177: I'm not sure, I guess if I thought about it I'd say I’ve always had them. Little things you know. Like food in the refrigerator would always expire a little too soon. And my mom’s friends are always asking if she’s been sick when they see her. Dr. Connard: So there were never any incidents like the one that took place yesterday? SCP-6177: I suppose once or twice it has gotten me into trouble. Dr. Connard: Could you elaborate? SCP-6177: I remember one summer when I was six or seven my dad planted a garden. He had tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, peppers, the whole shebang. And by this point they had a pretty good idea of what was going on, so he always told me that I was never to go near the garden. Now I mean c’mon. What is a kid that age going to do the first chance they get? So one afternoon when my Mom and Dad were busy with something I walked down the little stone path to the back of our property where he kept his pride and joy. And it was beautiful. You could actually see the flowers bloom and slowly turn into different kinds of fruit. Like it was a timelapse. But then he caught me. And I panicked. Of course. And that was it. No more garden. I think that was the only time my dad yelled at me. Dr. Connard: So this was the first instance you can remember a rapid increase in the intensity of your anomalous effect? SCP-6177: I guess. Dr. Connard: And would you say the emotional stress was the trigger for this increase? SCP-6177: I don’t know. I suppose. Dr. Connard: And what triggered the outburst yesterday? SCP-6177: I don't wanna talk about it. Dr. Connard: I told you this only works if you are completely honest with us. I can personally guarantee this information will not be shared with anyone. SCP-6177: Do you promise? Dr. Connard: I do. SCP-6177: If I tell you, do you think you can get me something to do here? Like anything. I don’t think I’ve ever been more bored in my life. Dr. Connard: I’m sure we can help you with that. But first, what happened immediately prior to the incident? SCP-6177: So there was this boy and we had been spending a lot of time together. You know just talking, walking home together. That sort of thing. Dr. Connard: And would this boy be Brian Ortega? Dr. Connard holds up a 7th-grade yearbook photo of Brian SCP-6177: Yes pause SCP-6177: Well, we had been hanging out, so one day he told me he and a couple of his friends were gonna break into the school after hours. Just for kicks. Some high school boy had snuck a bottle from his dad’s liquor cabinet. Dr. Connard: And you weren’t concerned about the potential legal repercussions of trespassing not to mention underage drinking? SCP-6177 shrugs SCP-6177: I mean I guess. I didn’t really think about it that way. So I decided to tag along. And after a couple of hours of drinking and fooling around in the gymnasium he um… well he… Dr. Connard: What did he do? SCP-6177: He… Well, I guess we… Dr. Connard: What? SCP-6177: He kissed me. pause Dr. Connard: Go on. SCP-6177: Well, he kissed me and everything started to feel weird. Dr. Connard: Weird how? SCP-6177: My heart started beating really fast and everything looked like it was far away. I thought I was going to faint but then Brian started screaming. He was getting bigger. The top two buttons of his shirt came undone and he started to just look older. And older. And older. And I just sat there. I couldn’t move. All I could do was watch as he screamed and screamed. But I couldn’t see his face. His hair had completely covered it like a big mop. The roots were white. By the time everything calmed down and the other boys came back with the security guard. He was just lying there breathing. He sounded so hoarse. Dr. Connard: Thank you for sharin- SCP-6177: Is he okay? Dr. Connard: Well yes, we currently have him in our private medical unit. But, he hasn't been very responsive. SCP-6177: Can I see him? Dr. Connard: Unfortunately, that is going to be impossible. <END LOG> DATE: 05/26/19 SUBJECT: SCP-6177 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Connard PURPOSE: Daily Check-in SYMPTOMS: Lipoatrophy5, Skeletal muscle atrophy6 <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6177 is shown hunched over the containment unit’s desk sketching the unit’s nonperishable food dispenser Dr. Connard: Good Morning SCP-6177: What's up doc? Dr. Connard laughs softly Dr. Connard: Not much. SCP-6177 stands up and crosses to the unit’s southern wall, taping the drawing to it alongside dozens of other art pieces. They come back to the desk and bring out a second sheet of paper from its storage compartment. Dr. Connard: Alright, let's get to it. Vitals? SCP-6177 places their right arm into the mobile vital cart’s blood pressure monitor and right pointer finger into the temperature reader. Their left arm continues drawing Dr. Connard: Alright, no significant changes. The physician comes Monday with your labs and they should be able to give you a more thorough exam. SCP-6177: Uh-huh Dr. Connard: And you have been eating properly? SCP-6177: Yeah Dr. Connard: Wonderful. So do you have any questions for me? SCP-6177: No Dr. Connard: Well then, till tomorrow. SCP-6177: Wait wait wait wait wait. SCP-6177 raises a finger to Dr. Connard Dr. Connard: As much as I would love to stay and talk, I do unfortunately have a very busy schedule today. SCP-6177: Wait like two seconds. Dr. Connard: Alright, what is it? SCP-6177 holds up a simple portrait of Dr. Connard into the wall display’s webcam. SCP-6177: Do you like it? Dr. Connard: Of course, I do. SCP-6177: I wish I could give it to you. Dr. Connard: Well you know you can leave it for the drone and I'll receive it in the morning. SCP-6177: No, I meant in person. Like, hand it to you. Dr. Connard: You know that's not possible. SCP-6177: But if it were just for a moment then I could hand it to you and you could leave right after. Nobody would get hurt if we go fast. Dr. Connard: I'm sorry. I just can't justify that kind of risk. SCP-6177: Please doc? I'm going fucking crazy in here. Dr. Connard: No, and that's my final answer. Don't be silly. Keep your head held high kid, I'll talk to you in the morning. <END LOG> DATE: 10/02/19 SUBJECT: SCP-6177 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Connard PURPOSE: Daily Check-in SYMPTOMS: Bilateral Cataracts7, Congestive heart failure <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6177 is seen lying down on the unit’s bed. A small wooden box wrapped in a ribbon bow rests at the base of the bed. Dr. Connard: Oh, perfect you didn’t open it yet. Go on. Go on. SCP-6177 grunts loudly as it rises to a sitting position. Dr. Connard: We couldn't exactly throw a party but I thought you deserved a little something-something for the big day. SCP-6177 opens the wooden box revealing several art supplies: paint, pastels, watercolors, gel pens, markers, and charcoal pencils. Dr. Connard: Well, what do you think? I made sure it’s all non-perishable, so you should be good to go. I hope you like it. SCP-6177: Yeah, it’s uh great. SCP-6177 coughs violently and sets the box back down at the foot of the bed. Dr. Connard: Should I send something over? SCP-6177 continues to cough. They shake their head no. Dr. Connard: Are you sure? We have the medication set aside for you. SCP-6177 ceases coughing SCP-6177: No thank you. But could you do something else for me? Dr. Connard: What is it? SCP-6177: Let me go outside Dr. Connard: No, the answer isn’t going to change no matter how many times you ask. I thought you would have liked your present. SCP-6177: I do. I do. But it's not exactly like I'm gonna be able to enjoy it. pause SCP-6177: Please doc pause SCP-6177: Never mind ill- Dr. Connard: Twenty minutes. SCP-6177: Are you serious? Dr. Connard: Yeah, I'm serious! I have to make some calls. <END LOG> Addendum 6177-2: [INPUT LEVEL 3/6177 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] INCIDENT LOG 6177-2 DATE: 10/03/19 PREFACE: SCP-6177 was allowed to exit its containment unit for 20 minutes. It was given a portable headset radio to receive commands from Dr. Connard and was not to approach the fence surrounding Euclid Containment Sector 27. Dr. Connard and two security guards armed with PAX-22 Tranquilizer Rifles were stationed in two raised guard towers on opposite ends of Euclid Containment Sector 27. <BEGIN LOG> The main door to SCP-6177's primary containment unit opens and SCP-6177 emerges. The affected area of the containment sector expands and the grass begins sprouting along the edges. Guard 2: This is a bad idea doctor. Dr. Connard gestures to be quiet. Dr. Connard: Do you see the post markers? SCP-6177: Yeah. Dr. Connard: If you cross those it will be considered an escape attempt and we will have to forcefully detain you. Do you understand? SCP-6177: Uh-huh. SCP-6177 faces the sky and inhales loudly. SCP-6177: The air smells so good out here. The air inside always smelled so stale. A small cluster of lavender (Lavandula angustifolia) sprouts 4 meters to the east of SCP-6177 and it begins to limp towards them. Dr. Connard: What are you doing? SCP-6177: I want to go smell the flowers. Before SCP-6177 can reach them, the lavender begins to wilt and decay. SCP-6177: Oh. After a few moments SCP-6177 reaches the dead patch. It lets out a small sigh and with a groan sits down. Dr. Connard: There is a cluster of sunflowers behind you. SCP-6177: What? Dr. Connard: Dead ones are being replaced by new ones. SCP-6177 looks behind it for a moment then looks down at its legs. SCP-6177: I can't. Dr. Connard: What do you mean? SCP-6177: (whispering) I can't stand up. It's finally chewed them off. SCP-6177 begins to cry Guard 2: Sir? Dr. Connard motions for silence SCP-6177: I stopped for just a second and it tore them clean off. (pause) SCP-6177: I just can't do it anymore. Dr. Connard: Can't do what? SCP-6177: ANY OF IT! (pause) SCP-6177: It's not fair. Dr. Connard: …I know. A few moments pass and SCP-6177 leans back to lie down. The grass is over 2 feet tall now and completely obscures SCP-6177. Guard 2: I've lost line of sight. Guard 1: Ditto. Dr. Connard: I'm afraid I need you to sit back up. We need to be able to see you at all times while you are outside. SCP-6177 grunts multiple times and returns to a sitting position SCP-6177: (Sobbing) I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I wasn't trying to- Dr. Connard: It's okay. I'm sure you're just tired. The next 12 minutes pass. SCP-6177 weeps quietly as it runs its hands through the grass. Mumbling is heard but can't be discerned. Dr. Connard: It has been twenty minutes. I'm going to need you to start heading back inside. No response. Dr. Connard: I repeat, please get up and return to your containment chamber. No response. Dr. Connard: Hello can you hear me? No response. Dr. Connard: Hello? All activity inside ECS 27 ceases. There is no sign that SCP-6177's anomalous effect is present. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. A rare genetic mutation of the WRN gene characterized by spontaneous and rapid aging. 2. A circular hair growth pattern emanating from a center point. 3. Beaked nose. 4. Unusually high-pitched voice. 5. Loss of fat tissue. 6. Muscle degeneration. 7. Clouded lenses of both eyes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6177" by KaL-1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6177. Licensed under CC-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: Overgrown Author: Emilia Murray License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-6178 | euclid | SCP-6178 By: (user deleted) Published on 18 May 2022 23:28 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } Item №: SCP-6178 Threat Level: Orange ● Special Containment Procedures: An information campaign has been established in order to publicize the prevalence of financial scams within Internet communities that are affected by SCP-6178, and thereby decrease public traffic to these websites. Foundation staff are discouraged from frequenting affected communities. Autonomous webcrawler I/O-POINTER is programmed to search affected websites and detect and remove suspected instances. Persons confirmed to have viewed an instance of SCP-6178 are to be contained in individual secure humanoid containment units, each equipped with antimemetic shielding to prevent leaking of information out of the containment chamber. All communication with subjects should be closely monitored for cognitohazardous vectors; corpses of subjects should not be subjected to autopsy or brain scan. PoI-6178 (aliases unknown) is currently at large, and should be considered highly dangerous. Apprehension of PoI-6178 has been assigned to Mobile Task Force Eta-10 ("See No Evil"). NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS & INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following Description may require revisions. Reasoning: incomplete explanation of anomaly's full neurological effects following recent research breakthroughs and Incident 6178/BEARMARKET. Proceed with caution. Healthy brain scan (Fig. 01) and early SCP-6178 infection brain scan (Fig. 02). Description: SCP-6178 is a series of cognitohazardous text posts which periodically appear on social media platforms dedicated to financial speculation, especially communities involved with cryptocurrencies, stock trading, or exchange of non-fungible blockchain tokens. The content of these posts is largely incomprehensible, but typically mimics the style and structure of nonanomalous posts in these communities and contains a high density of algorithmically-supported keywords. The majority of persons who view an SCP-6178 instance for any considerable length of time will be affected. Infection is characterized by gradual degeneration of cognitive functions, correlated with a paradoxical increase in detected neuron activity. This activity is initially localized within brain regions responsible for mathematical processing, but often metastasizes to other regions of the brain as infection progresses. SCP-6178-induced brain activity serves no detected function in bodily control or maintenance. Severe infection concludes with near-total dysautonomia,1 coma, and (unless extensive life-support is employed) death. A neutralized SCP-6178 instance has been attached below; the text has been removed from its original context and several key cognitohazardous vectors have been automatically expunged. ►Access File: [scp/6178/attachments/example.txt] ▼Close File Investors rejoice! We are now pioneering discovered gamechanging innovation in the space. New business intelligence is that we transform customers directly to capital. Join today and we believe that some will be regrettable for the greater good. Here's your ticket to the moon: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] There are two kinds of people: those who reach above rube standards of morality and grasp your own actualization, and those who will never know success. [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] in the coming days, and the market soars ten million percent. Be ready. There's one easy trick to increase your share capital that they don't want you to know about. Step one: find someone who doesn't believe and [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] until they can't anymore. #investment #tips We are always seeking new brainpower to help us achieve greater heights. You can get in on the ground floor of this innovative engine. Are you with us, or are you beneath us? If you're reading this, you've already made your choice. Enjoy your new life. You've earned it, [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. Welcome. Addendum 01: Research PERSONAL LOG - DR. FREDERICK HEIDEN First few days assigned to SCP-6178 research. Not even sure what I'm looking for, exactly, but Command doesn't like what they don't understand. It is a weird one. Can't put conjecture in the description, but I don't think the neurodegeneration and the anomalous activity are just "correlated." Every time a new part of one of these people's brains lights up with 6178 activity, they start to lose function in that area. If the brain is a computer, it has limited processing power, which can be used up. I think the key is figuring out what that processing power is being used for. That activity isn't actually directing the body to do anything, but it's not just neurons firing at random. Looks exactly like high-level data processing, even in regions that don't normally do that. Look into getting some control brain scans of people presented with lots of data. Waiting on those control scans. I've been having trouble sleeping. Think it would get easier after years of Foundation work, but watching these people's minds decay … I can't even do anything about it yet. Couple dozen subjects, all of them saw one of the first instances before we got that webcrawler running. Only thing they did was log onto the internet to talk about Bitcoin. Most of them don't even remember what that is. Retrograde amnesia. Tired. Brain scans are getting me nowhere. The closest thing this activity looks like is high-level, abstract mathematical processing. Are any of these people even mathematicians? This doesn't tell me anything. The only way to actually see what these people's brains are doing would be I'm requisitioning use of NIES 3.2 It's intended as a spy system (and supposed to be well above my clearance level), but the data SCP-6178 activity is processing has to come from somewhere. If NIES uses data transfer as a vector, I should be able to use it to figure out where that is. Maybe find out how to stop it. Command hasn't gotten back to me yet. The worst ones will be gone soon. Their brains are barely doing anything but whatever this thing tells them to do. Should hit the hindbrain in a few days and then it'll be over. Most of them aren't that bad, but that's almost worse. They're still aware enough to remember that they're forgetting, that their body is just refusing to function. What a waste. Neurologist, not a palliative carer. Nothing I can do but watch. One of the subjects was a mathematician. D-6178-04. Should have talked to him days ago. Essentially confirmed that 6178 activity is mathematical processing of some kind. Asked him to solve some higher-level calculations and his brain lit up in the exact same way. He told me it felt like working over a problem in your head for hours, finally coming up with an answer, and then it was just siphoned out of your head. That's the word he used, "siphoned." Must be driving him crazy. So what are they calculating? Approved on use of NIES 3. Breakthrough, but I haven't solved it. Not yet. Used it on D-04, just felt right. What we're seeing is an incredible amount of data dumped into the brain from somewhere NIES can't get to, and occasionally the brain actually spits out an output. Gets siphoned almost instantly, but we can record it before it goes. It's just codes that I don't understand, but it's clearly the answer that something wants. 0000000000000000000590fc0f3eba193a278534220b2b37e9849e1a770ca959 What the hell does this mean? We figured it out. Oh my God. Some of our lab techs recognized that code. Apparently it's something called a "block hash," used in cryptocurrency mining of all things. The same communities that SCP-6178 targets in the first place. You need to generate the right number in order to receive a valid currency, so you need processing power. As much of it as you can get. We checked the ledgers of a few of the most popular cryptocurrencies, and sure enough. Transactions using valid coins stamped with legitimate numbers, except they were the same numbers that these people have been killing themselves calculating. All eventually linking back to the same wallet. We don't even have their name, just a designation. PoI-6178. These people's brains aren't being wasted. They're being used. For processing power. Addendum 02: Incident 6178/BEARMARKET INCIDENT REPORT Following the research findings detailed in Addendum-01, the containment chambers of some SCP-6178-affected subjects were outfitted with antimemetic shielding, preventing data generated by the brain from leaving the unit. Additionally, several cryptocurrency wallets belonging to PoI-6178 were remotely accessed and disabled to prevent spending of anomalously-acquired currency. Shortly thereafter, Dr. Heiden conducted an interview with D-6178-04, who reported the cessation of the "siphoning" feeling described by Dr. Heiden, and indicated pleasure at this development. D-6178-04 consented to a brain scan during this interview in order to test the effects of suppression of SCP-6178. Partway through the brain scan process, Dr. Heiden detected an abnormality in D-6178-04's brainwaves which quickly increased in scale. Unprecedentedly high activity in all regions of the brain was observed, producing symptoms similar to an extremely severe epileptic seizure. While D-6178-04 was being removed from the MRI machine, all brain activity suddenly ceased. D-6178-04 was pronounced dead due to status epilepticus several minutes after the scan commenced. Upon Dr. Heiden's return to the containment chambers, 100% of SCP-6178-affected subjects were found unresponsive. Cause of death was determined to be seizures identical to D-6178-04. Several subjects were found to have written messages on the walls of their containment chamber prior to death, using their own bodily fluids. All messages read as follows: MY INVESTMENT Several days after this incident, a lab technician in Dr. Heiden's research team was diagnosed with symptoms consistent with SCP-6178 infection. Within one week, 94% of personnel who viewed D-6178-04's brain scan or the messages written by the other subjects were diagnosed with SCP-6178. The leading hypothesis is that cognitohazardous triggers were embedded in the subjects' brains from an external source, likely the same one providing them with mathematical data. It is recommended that the corpses of all future SCP-6178 victims be incinerated without autopsy. Footnotes 1. Failure to maintain subconscious bodily functions (e.g. heartbeat, temperature regulation, breathing). 2. 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SCP-6179 | safe | Item #: SCP-6179 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6179 is held within a Safe-Class Containment Locker. Description: SCP-6179 is a severed human hand found within the thoracic cavity of Senior Researcher Fiachra McConnell following his death by sudden cardiac arrest at age 73. SCP-6179 has a number of signs of advanced arthritis, including a reduced range of motion, swelling, and hand muscles seized in a manner that indicates cramping. SCP-6179 lacks fingerprints on the middle finger and ring finger. Addendum-6179-1: Testing revealed the fingerprint present on the index finger matched that of Senior Researcher McConnell's left index finger as held in the Foundation database.1 Investigations to determine any matches for the pinky finger and thumb, which do not match McConnell's, are ongoing. Addendum-6179-2: Following proposals for further analysis, a full autopsy was conducted on the cadaver of Senior Researcher McConnell. Autopsy results include a bruising pattern on the heart matching that of SCP-6179. Footnotes 1. McConnell lost this finger in an accident at 25. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6179" by OCuin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6179. Licensed under CC-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-6180 | euclid | 1/6180 LEVEL 1/6180 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6180 Euclid Item #: SCP-6180 Special Containment Procedures: With the exception of particularly well-observed Contact Events, SCP-6180 presents only a low-level threat to Foundation secrecy. Most Contact Events may be explained by temporary psychosis, but witnesses and participants may be administered Class B amnestics at the discretion of Project Director Okafor. Foundation personnel with Clearance Level 3 or higher are automatically approved for Protocol Foxtrot-44 (A description of Protocol Foxtrot-44 is included in addenda 6180.B1). Foundation employees lower than Level 3 may apply for Protocol Foxtrot-44 a maximum of once every three months. Priority is to be given to personnel with Clearance Level 2 or Mobile Task Force operatives who work in crowded public spaces. Implementation of Protocol Foxtrot-44 is to be performed by MTF Zeta-12 "Cecum Slicers." Description: SCP-6180 is an anomalous connection between otherwise unrelated individuals associated with the human appendix. In almost1every human being, the DNA present in all cells of the appendix is inconsistent with DNA in the rest of the body. Instead, genes in all appendix cells are an exact match for another individual somewhere on Earth. This relationship is always reciprocal: that is, if the DNA in Person A's appendix is a match for Person B, the DNA in Person B's appendix will likewise always match that of Person A. The SCP-6180-mediated relationship between humans who contain one another's appendiceal DNA are known as SCP-6180-Antagonists or simply "antagonists." There is no demographic pattern, except that of age, that determines which humans are antagonists of each other. An individual's antagonist is completely random with respect to sex, race, location of birth, ethnicity, or any other mental or physical attributes. However, all antagonists are born within three months of each other: it is currently theorized that the SCP-6180 connection is formed between embryos of 10 to 85 days post-fertilization. Notably, this usually precedes the development of the appendix. One of the most notable anomalous effects of SCP-6180 is the inverse correlation of life events involving success and levels of happiness between two antagonists. If an individual achieves a major personal or professional accomplishment, their antagonist has a 32% chance of suffering a personal or professional failure of a roughly similar nature within five days. Conversely, if an individual has a major personal, economic, or emotional setback, their antagonist will have a 36% chance of experiencing an analogous success or positive event within a five-day timeframe.2 Examples of Correlated Life History Events Connected to SCP-6180 Trigger Effect on Antagonist Jeong Myung-Ren, 23 year old male living in Incheon, Republic of Korea, becomes engaged to his romantic partner. Rajni Bannerjee, 23 year old female living in Kharagpur, India, becomes depressed after her long-term romantic partner unexpectedly leaves her for another person. Can Özer, 53 year old male living in Istanbul, Turkey, loses ₺450,000 on the stock market in one day. Vittorio Ruiz, 53 year old male living in San Carlos de Bolivar, Argentina, is offered a chance to invest in a friend's taxi business that will become successful, eventually making Ruiz enough money to buy three more acres of land. Zen Lu, 41 year old female living in Xi'an, China, receives a promotion at her workplace and purchases a more expensive apartment. Liu Qiang, 40 year old female living in Shenzen, China, is dismissed from her job for poor performance and is compelled to move back in with family. Sade Odegbami, 18 year old female living in Okeho, Nigeria, is awarded a full four-year scholarship to the University of Lagos. Luke Ehlrich, 18 year old male living in Carson City, United States, is sentenced to four years in prison for selling methamphetamine, an unexpectedly long sentence for a first-time offender. Lisa Gillard, 61 year old female living in Hamilton, New Zealand, accidentally kills her dog - to which she was noticeably emotionally attached - by running it over with her car. Thiago Montes, 61 year old male living in Campinas, Brazil, learns his daughter and her family will be moving back to Campinas from distant Fortaleza and becomes significantly more elevated in mood. Fatima Mannan, 5 year old female living in Rabat, Morocco, is given to the care of a foster family who treats her with kindness and will eventually formally adopt her. Anatoly Keselva, 6 year old male living in Krasnoyarsk, Russia, rapidly begins to show neurological symptoms and is diagnosed with cerebral palsy. Contact Events When two antagonists come into close proximity and make visual contact with each other, they invariably begin to display anomalous behavior, indicating SCP-6180 has a cognitohazardous element. These interactions have been termed SCP-6180-Contact Events. Due to the large and globally dispersed human population, Contact Events are very uncommon (estimated at 100-150 instances per year) and because of their isolated and psychological nature, rarely present a threat of being perceived as anomolous. The large majority of Contact Events can be sufficiently explained to the public as temporary psychosis or drug use: amnesticization of participants and witnesses, performed at the discretion of Project Director Okafor, are only required for an average of 23% of Contact Events per year. Antagonist behavior in contact events is dependent on the individual's subtype of SCP-6180. There are three known subtypes, designated SCP-6180-1 to SCP-6180-3. Pairs of antagonists will invariably display the same subtype, with no observed instances of cross-subtype pairs. Subtype SCP-6180-1 SCP-6180-1 individuals are by a large margin the most common, with an estimated 92% of the human population being of this subtype. Contact events between SCP-6180-1 individuals adheres to the following pattern without exception: If two SCP-6180-1 antagonists are within a distance of approximately 145 meters of each other and make direct visual contact, they will cease whatever activity they have been performing and begin walking towards each other at a steady and deliberate pace, while maintaining eye contact. Individuals cannot be dissuaded from this course of action. However, if they see a knife or other sharp object and can easily acquire it without significantly deviating from their path and without breaking eye contact, they will do so. At 73 meters from each other, antagonists will begin to walk more quickly, and verbalize direct insults or threats at each other as they approach. There is no discernible pattern to these vocalizations beyond their intense negativity and aggression. After antagonists are within 35 meters, they will cease verbal communication and start making a grunting, gurgling noise often described by observers as "animalistic." They cease walking and begin to run at each other, however, their movements become unsteady and erratic: often they will fall and continue to approach each other while rapidly crawling on all four limbs. Individuals will then attempt to physically incapacitate their antagonist before removing and consuming their antagonist's appendix. If individuals have acquired a sharp object they will use it to remove the appendix, but in the large majority of the cases they are unarmed and will extract the appendix with only fingernails and teeth. Antagonists do not display anomalous speed or strength as they fight, but will continue to do so until they successfully consume the appendix or expire from either wounds or exhaustion. Notably, individuals with no medical education are able to precisely locate the appendix's location within the body. If antagonists are physically separated and removed from each other's presence, they will remain aggressive for a period of two to three hours before returning to normal, with no memory of unusual behavior or events. Subtype SCP-6180-2 Subtype SCP-6180-2 is significantly less common than SCP-6180-1, comprising 4.5% of the global population. Prediction of SCP-6180-2 subtype presence is not exact without observing a Contact Event, but SCP-6180-2 individuals usually display high intelligence, low empathy, and are often diagnosed with borderline personality disorder or sociopathy. Unlike SCP-6180-1 Contact Events, which require direct eye contact from both antagonists, SCP-6180-2 behavior can manifest even if only one antagonist sees the other, from any distance. SCP-6180-2 individuals do not display the aggressive, animalistic behavior of most Contact Events, and instead will begin to follow and track their antagonist in a patient, predatory manner. They will sometimes follow their antagonist to their place of residence, but will other times surreptitiously photograph or otherwise investigate the antagonist for a period of multiple days, while consciously not displaying unusual behavior to friends, family, or coworkers. They will also immediately make attempts to acquire weapons. After sufficiently preparing, individuals will kill their antagonist with as few witnesses as possible before cutting out and consuming the appendix. If two SCP-6180-2 antagonists see each other, this will usually result in a situation where both try to outsmart and out-maneuver one another. For this reason, SCP-6180-2 Contact Events have on occasion lasted over 30 days before one antagonist successfully terminates the other. Subtype SCP-6180-3 Approximately 3.5% of the human population does not have an antagonist, and their appendicial DNA matches the rest of their body. Consequently, no Contact Event is possible.3 Contact Events of both subtype SCP-6180-1 and SCP-6180-2 have been observed in individuals as young as 5 and as old as 98 years of age. An individual will not attack their antagonist if their antagonist's appendix has been previously removed: therefore Foundation employees with Clearance Level 3 or higher are strongly encouraged to receive appendectomies. Notably, exposing an individual to video footage or photographs of their antagonist will yield a minor cognitohazardous reaction in which they will profess an inexplicable and profound dislike of the pictured person. Addendum 6180.A1 Addendum 6180.A1 Benefits of SCP-6180 An individual anomalously gains a number of mental and emotional benefits from consuming their antagonist's appendix. Selected effects are listed below. Gain of 15-21% on Foundation-standard tests of mental ability and problem-solving aptitude. 30-43% improvement in Foundation Cognitoresistence Assay (FCA) scores. Average of 22% improvement in TOMAL-2 Test of Memory and Rapid Learning. Advancement of one letter grade on the Mayer-Salovey-Caruso Emotional Intelligence Test (MSCEIT).4 18% average increase in blood serotonin levels. Immediate and complete return to emotional and mental health in 73% of individuals with depression, bipolar disorder, or obsessive-compulsive disorder. Notably, if an individual's antagonist speaks a certain language or is proficient in playing a musical instrument, after consuming their appendix the individual will learn that language or instrument approximately three times more quickly. With these in mind, the Foundation has developed Protocol Foxtrot-44 to further the research, espionage, and containment capabilities of selected Foundation staff. Addendum 6180.B1 Addendum 6180.B1 Description of Protocol Foxtrot-44 Protocol Foxtrot-44 is to be preformed by members of MTF Zeta-12 and entails surreptitiously acquiring the appendix of the approved Foundation employee's antagonist. Once an employee gains Foxtrot-44 approval from the acting SCP-6180 project director (see Special Containment Procedures) a biopsy of their appendix is taken and a sample of its DNA sequenced. Using SCP-███, MTF Zeta-12 is able to quickly identify and precisely locate the Foundation employee's antagonist anywhere on Earth. A small sub-task force is then deployed to acquire the appendix. The most common way of obtaining the appendix is to utilize Anomalous Item #████ to induce a continuous piercing pain in the lower right abdomen. This pain is uniquely characteristic of appendicitis and in the vast majority of cases the subject will present to a medical professional, who will almost always decide to perform an appendectomy. The removed appendix will then be acquired by MTF Zeta-12 before the hospital disposes of it. In exceptional circumstances, MTF Zeta-12 is authorized to remove the appendix themselves in a clandestine surgical van before delivering Class C amnestics to the patient. The appendix is then delivered to the Foundation employee, who is instructed to consume it in a manner of their choosing. Addendum 6180.H1 Addendum 6180.H1 Nature of SCP-6180-3 For many years, it was assumed that SCP-6180-3 individuals did not have an antagonist and were not affected by the anomaly, instead having their own DNA in their appendix cells. However, in 2016 a Foundation employee embedded at the Columbia University biology department was made aware of relevant unpublished non-Foundation research. Embryos at 43 days post-fertilization undergoing a SCP-6180-3 Contact Event. The upper twin has begun to breach the inter-twin membrane: within 18 hours after image capture it had completely absorbed the lower twin. Subsequent Foundation testing of infants that had absorbed their twin in utero5found they were invariably of SCP-6180-3 subtype. SCP-6180-3 individuals are displaying not their own DNA, but that of their identical twin that they have consumed. It is now accepted that the frequency of identical twins being one another's antagonists is approximately 650 million times higher than would be expected by random chance. Continuously observed ultrasounds reveal that the SCP-6180-3 Contact Event happens approximately 44 days post-fertilization, and consists of one twin aggressively breaking through the inter-twin membrane (see attached image) and absorbing the other. Notably, SCP-6180-3 individuals do not display the mental benefits from appendix consumption listed in Addendum 6180.A1 above. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 6180.H1. 2. Measures of professional achievement are relative to local social and economic conditions. For example, a poor farmer doubling their income due to a good harvest and a wealthy investment banker doubling their salary would have approximately equal effects on their antagonist. 3. Documentation updated 11-10-2016. See Addendum 6180.H1. 4. This effect is not observed in SCP-6180-2 individuals. 5. Known as vanishing twin syndrome |
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