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SCP-6274 | euclid | SCP-6274 — "the Feast", c. 1934 Item #: SCP-6274 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6274 is to be monitored for any further spectral activity. Upon a period of two years without any considerable change in activity, SCP-6274 is to be reclassified as Neutralized and formally placed into Foundation ownership through shell company Smaeck & Carlisle Properties. Efforts into locating extant members of the Burnley family are ongoing. Description: SCP-6274 refers to a unique phenomenon affecting hauntings, apparitions, and Spectral Entities within the grounds of the Burnley Estate, located in Pollensbee, Mississippi, United States of America. SCP-6274 involves a sudden intensifying and subsequent cessation in previously-stable spectral activity. Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: Of those abnormalities that the wider world is aware of, hauntings are by far the most ubiquitous. Every culture in the world has some form of the basic idea: when we die, we leave a part of ourselves behind. A ghost, a spirit, a revenant; some form of imprint on the world in which we lived, something that remains after we are gone. It has long since been known to us that these imprints are caused by any number of factors - the trite "unfinished business" to an ennui that lingers even after death. No two hauntings are quite alike, though they share some common properties. Let us dispel the notion that all are translucent people wandering around after dark to scare children - a Revenant can take any number of forms, from a phenomenon to a place. While I cannot speak for all of them, those that I encountered in my home life at the Estate were universally positive, and helpful to a fault. The most universal property being that they do not leave. The occultists of yore thought that spirits could be banished or exorcised. They were incorrect. In the decades since Society learned of their existence, methods have been proposed and tested to permanently remove them. All are prohibitively expensive, and none have ever worked. At best, their actions can be temporarily dampened - but they will never go away. Historical Background: The Foundation became aware of the Burnley Estate and its reputation for anomalous activity in 1961 during investigations into the larger community of Pollensbee, Mississippi. The town of 17,000 was historically known to be a hub for anomalous activity since the 19th century, particularly the Pollensbee Public Library. However, in-depth investigation was blockaded by public officials, many of whom were closely associated with the Burnley family. The Burnley family is a dynasty of occultists, socialites, alchemists, and astrologers formerly prominent in the American South. A full list of persons part of or associated with the Burnley family can be found here. The most prominent and relevant was Lyle Alan Burnley, a heresiographer1 active in the 20th century and responsible for the downfall of the Burnley family. Lyle A. Burnley's death in 1978 resulted in the Burnley Estate, as per the terms of his last will and testament, being surrendered to the Pollensbee municipal government for the creation of a public park after the removal of several corpses. The Foundation halted the transfer of the property to investigate the long-standing reports and claims of ghosts inhabiting the house (colloquially known as Elelín). The vast majority of the reports were found to be true - however, as with most Spectral Entities, the functional risk and significance of each SE were low enough not to warrant an SCP designation or dedicated containment. Elelín was placed under low-priority outsourced containment, with Burnley's surviving family (already well-acquainted with the anomalous) serving as caretakers, subject to annual certification from a member of Foundation staff with ESP capabilities. This model of containment worked with only minor interruption until 1999. At this point, no members of the Burnley family were still in residence at Elelín, the building had fallen into disrepair, and Foundation staff noted that formerly-stable Spectral Entities were acting erratically and violently. MTF Mu-13 was dispatched to investigate. MTF Mu-13 Exploration and Findings – hide block Addendum — Timeline of MTF Mu-13 Exploration: 03:44 | MTF Mu-13 arrives at Elelín. Agents A██, C█████, I███, and L██ disembark and approach the building, up the circular private drive. A single light is on in a third-storey window. 03:46 | Team members force open the front door and enter into the foyer. The temperature is notably colder inside the building. The foyer is coated in a thick layer of dust, and the floorbreads creak. The lights are off. 03:49 | Command instructs team to explore the first floor, place surveillance equipment, and attempt to reactivate the main power. They proceed down the hallway to the eastern wing, checking rooms as they go. 03:53 | Team arrives at a door that will not open. They report sounds of what could be muffled breathing beyond it. This is the Foundation's first encounter with SCP-6274-A. After several minutes, they draw a simple sealing ward onto the door and proceed. 04:00 | Most dining halls on the first floor are completely empty. Two are in total disarray, and one is set for a lavish candlelit feast — however, all the food is rotten and decomposing. 04:02 | Team reaches the end of the wing without encountering anything further notable. They turn and begin to make their way back to the main hall to explore the western wing. 04:08 | Team passes by the previously-sealed door. The sealing ward is now absent. Dust has been kicked up around the door. Team members voice apprehensiveness. Command reminds them that there is nothing to be afraid of. Team redraws the sealing ward, places surveillance equipment, and continues. 04:12 | Team enters into Great Hall in the center of the building. An unidentified figure stands on the large center table, partially disemboweled. It glows with a slight orange light. Team are instructed to ignore it and continue into the western wing. 04:19 | Team enters the western wing of the manor. The door to many of the rooms are sealed from the inside. 04:23 | Team enters one bedroom that is unlocked. It contains a large number of lit candles arranged around the room, and a four-poster bed with curtains drawn and tied. Attempts to open the curtains are unsuccessful. Surveillance equipment placed. 04:25 | Team members do not realize Agent C█████ is no longer present. 04:46 | Team members locate a fuse box on the second floor. They reactivate the fuses. 04:46 | [REDACTED] 05:08 | Agents A██ and I███ awaken outside the building, in the exterior gardening shed. Agent A██ is holding Item 6274-01. They exit the building into the extensive, overgrown gardens. The central garden bed contains a large, flowering tree with a human body embedded into the trunk. Its roots dig into the soil around it, undulating. 05:25 | Agents return to the main building, through the large rear doors. The main kitchen is covered in a sticky, tar-black fluid. 05:30 | They exit back into the dining hall with the decomposing food. This does not match the previous internal cartography of the manor. The table is now dominated by the nude cadaver of Agent C█████. 05:33 | They exit back into the eastern hallway, passing by the sealed door as they rush to the Great Hall. It is still sealed, but a single, spindly finger protrudes from beneath the doorway. 05:39 | The cow is no longer present in the Great Hall. An unidentified body hangs from a noose disappearing into the rafters. It slowly swings from side to side. 05:39 | Agent I███ draws her sidearm. 05:40 | [REDACTED] 07:06 | Agent A██'s corpse is recovered from the porch at dawn. Item 6274-01 is recovered with it. Despite the unfortunate loss of MTF Mu-13, the surveillance equipment set up inside Elelín continued to function, offering a detailed log of Spectral Activity inside the Burnley Estate. 3 "hotspots" have been located — the Silverton Room, the Suite, and the Garden. While the door to the wine cellar is not a hotspot, its anomalous resistance to being opened put it under scrutiny. Attempts to contact or locate any members of the Burnley family to return SCP-6274 to baseline activity have been unsuccessful, but are ongoing. Addendum — Item of Interest: Item 6274.01 is a bound manuscript with the title "Our Hauntings", written by Lyle Alan Burnley. It is visually aged and appears to have been written on a typewriter before being bound by hand. It lacks a cover or other peripherals, and large portions of the text appear to be absent. The second page contains a dedication: To Henry, Matilda, Arthur, and Laura Burnley. You are the best I have ever known. Following this, the first chapter contains a short history of hauntings and ghosts in human culture. The remainder of chapters are each centered around a particular Spectral Entity Burnley had observed in Elelín, including details of schedule, history, communication, habits, "personality", and Burnley's own personal anecdotes with them. In several portions, Burnley lapses off into tangents unrelated to the mass of the text. Of the 71 entities described in the text, only 3 have been observed by the Foundation after the recontainment of the manor — termed by Burnley as "the Feast", "the Brood", and "the Totem". However, their behaviour is extremely different from that observed and described by Burnley. "Our Hauntings" also includes instructions for a ritual séance Burnley claimed could allow communication with the entities. SCP-6274-A is not described in the text. Investigation 1: Silverton Room/the Feast – hide block Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: The Feast is an entity inhabiting the Silverton dining room, among the most docile of those that inhabit our home. As a boy, it was a favorite plaything — as a young man, an endless source of amazement for the ladies of the town when they came up to the manor — as an older man, a close confidante for when one wishes to shut out the troubles of the world with food and drink without conversation. It is an arrangement of delicacies and perfectly-cooked meats with aged wines and all manner of side dishes. Roasted hams, seared steaks, cooked goose and veal. The exact contents change regularly — I remember Arthur and I at breakfasts, making a game of guessing what would be on the table by nightfall. He adored the room nearly as much as I. Like many other Revenants in Elelín, it seeks only to live in happy coexistance with the current generation of Burnleys inhabiting the home. For the Feast, this means providing delicious food, and the enjoyment that comes from a full belly. After much time in the family's archives in the Library, I've ventured forth a guess that the Feast was once Abraham Burnley, a noted gastronome and gourmet, dead in 1845. I have had little luck in communing with him in the usual method — it seems he is happy to limit his interaction with the world to one's taste buds. Addendum — "Feast" Observations and Communion: Observations: Since arranging surveillance equipment in the Silverton dining room, the Feast has been observed doing the following: regularly and erratically changing the arrangement and spread with no apparent schedule. exclusively producing rotten, decomposing, maggot-ridden or otherwise inedible food. on two occasions producing a carved human corpse as the centerpiece of the meal. food and drink being violently thrown across the room, where it remains until the next change. several times producing food containing razor blades, shrapnel, and live termites. Communion: The "usual method" Burnley mentions in the text presumably refers to the classical seance, which he repeatedly cited as an effective means of communication with other Spectral Entities in the manor. As such, a seance was performed by a Foundation-associated medium in the Silverton dining room. Z███: Please, dim the lights and draw the curtains. [Curtains are sealed, and all take a seat at the table.] Z███: Spectral, Spirit, Revenant, however you choose to be named… [A gust of winds blows through the room. A plate shifts.] Z███: We humbly ask to speak with you. [Silence. The large carving of decomposing venison undulates.] Z███: Hm. Dr. W███: What? What is it? Z███: Please, quiet. Revenant, we merely wish to speak - to understand why you are pained! Grant us the- No. Agent H█████: What are you doing? [She holds her head in her hands.] Z███: Something is wrong. I- [A light shines through a glass, darkly.] H███I████: There is no spirit to be found here. Only absences. Only nothing. Dr. W███: What's going on? Agent H█████: There's… what is that noise? H███I████: They don't see, only you see. Nothing is not a something. There is nothing to be afraid of in the dark. Z███: Yes, yes…. Revenant, what are you afraid of? H███I████: The cellar can only be opened by the masters of the house. Look below. [The seance is broken. The curtains are open and the table's spread has been replaced with several hundred glasses of a dark red wine.] Z███: Wine. No activity has been recorded from the Feast since. Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: A misconception — that ghosts, spirits, revenants, whatever you choose to call them, are utterly and totally divorced from the world which we inhabit. That their interaction is limited to that of a common poltergeist (hah!), throwing vases and banging together pots and pans like a choleric child. Not so. Revenants are not altogether unlike living humans. They feel emotion. They are driven by something, though they do not know what (one could say this goes for most all creatures). They rage when they are upset — when they are angry, bitter, frightened of something. A wise man I met in Jordan some years ago told me that every Revenant is anchored by something in the living world - be it a person, an object, a location. Something that they left behind. When this anchor is removed… the Revenant ceases to exist. What remains is something else. Investigation 2: Western Suite/the Brood – hide block Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: As a child I was warned against going into the bedroom in the western wing. We all knew the one. It was never locked (Burnleys do not believe in stifling exploration) but I was told quite sternly by my father that I would be solely and entirely responsible for what I found inside. Decades later, I told Matilda the same thing when she asked what was inside. Naturally, it stopped neither of us. None of the Revenants in Burnley Manor are dangerous, but a fair few simply wish to be left alone. The Brood is one of these — I have no idea how old it is. I have asked everyone and searched to the bottom of the archives, but no one seems to know where it came from. Presumably it does not predate the creation of the western wing itself in 1798, but who can say for certain? The Brood takes the form of a woman in the throes of childbirth in her bedchambers. She screams, cries, and generally spurns visitors (reasonably enough). The curtains open for only a few seconds, but in those seconds any questions you ask the poor thing are answered with all the truth of the universe. My father was right — knowledge is not a burden a child should bear. Not a day goes by where I do not remember Matilda weeping as she hugged me. Addendum — "Brood" Observations and Communion: Observations: Since arranging surveillance equipment in the Western Suite, the Brood has been observed doing the following: constantly weeping in a low tone. never screaming, crying, or otherwise producing loud sounds. never opening the curtains around its bed. occasionally hurling small objects outside of the bed, impacting them against the wall. all candles in the room momentarily dimming. Communion: Z███: Spirit? Are you present? [An object is thrown from inside the bed, colliding with the wall and clattering to the floor. It is an antique baby rattle.] The Brood: [Whispering] Hel-lo? Z███: Hello, Revenant. Your appearance pleases us. The Brood: [Whispering] Will you help me? Z███: Help you with what, O Revenant? The Brood: [Whispering] Nothing's…. nothing's coming out. Z███: I… The Brood: [Whispering] My family is no longer in this house. Where have you taken them? Z███: I assure you, we haven't done anything with your- The Brood: Then why are you here? Z███: We humbly request a momen- The Brood: Oh! OH! It's- it's finally coming! Get- get the gun! [The voice screams for several seconds. All the candles surge and snuff out.] Z███: Hello? Spirit? [A light shines through a glass, darkly.] H███IN█E█: You are talking to a shell. Z███: You… are the one that spoke to me before. H███IN█E█: You are wasting your time with ghosts of ghosts. There is something greater to fear. Something larger that is coming. Elelín is a microcosm of an example — there is something eating away at the Burnley Manor. Z███: I don't understand. H███IN█E█: There were once hundreds of ghosts in the Estate. Now there are none. You have two questions to answer: what can kill a ghost? And what does a ghost leave behind? Z███: You can't kill a ghost- H███IN█E█: Then where is your Brood? [The candles all relight simultaneously. The curtains of the bed are open, revealing a blackened, charred mass inside. It twitches, then falls still.] No activity has been recorded from the Brood since. Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: The Burnley ghosts are like no other. 'Haunted manors' are a dime a dozen. Revenants angry they have been forgotten by the world, acting out and crowd of unknowing fools furthering their suffering. A tragic story, by any angle. But here — our ghosts are not unknowns, forgotten by the world. They are remembered — Burnleys do not shy away from our ghosts, we approach them with open arms. They may be not of this mortal coil, but they are still family, and family is the most important thing. Family is what we leave behind in this world. Our legacy and our mark. We also leave behind our spirits - our Revenants. This book is a collection of the ghosts of Burnley Manor and the place they hold in our family. The family is the anchor for all of them. I do not like to imagine a world in which that anchor no longer exists, and so I shall not. But when I walk the grounds at night — my children have all but gone — I realize I may very well be the last Burnley. Without me, what will happen to this place? The memories I have forged here with my children — my place is to remember what my ancestors have left behind. What will I leave behind? Investigation 3: Garden/the Totem – hide block Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: The Totem is a strange thing. I remember long afternoons spent running through the gardens with my brothers and sisters. The groundskeeper hated us, how we would ruin his perfectly tended shrubs. Then we'd be called in for dinner by the maid, and wolf down the Feast — before spending the evening lounging beneath the Totem. My grandfather sat me on his lap and told me its story one day. His own grand-uncle had done a service for the Indians that still dominated our land back then. The specifics of the service are unclear to me - but it was great enough that when he died, they paid their debt, and he came back, as a sapling in the grounds of the garden that he loved so much. The fruit he produced were one-of-a-kind - a large, round thing the size of your fist with a thick purple skin and a juicy red inside. He was our oldest family member - we adored his stories, regaling us with cowboy tales, and he was a tree in spirit - happy to watch the world grow around him. Addendum — "Totem" Observations and Communion: Observations: Since arranging surveillance equipment in the Garden, the Totem has been observed doing the following: using prehensile vines to catch and consume small animals. releasing an unknown substance into the soil, turning it into a highly-corrosive mud. repeatedly attacking nearby personnel unprovoked. dragging prey into its soil, where it seems to digest them for nutrients. Communion: [Due to the danger presented by the Totem, the communication was performed through a remote microphone.] Z███: Revenant? Are you present? [Several vines twist and unwrap from the tree trunk.] Z███: Please stop. [Vines freeze in place.] Z███: Can you speak? The Totem: Speaking is a waste. [The vines continue to move toward the microphone.] Z███: You are a Burnley. One of the first. The Totem: Whatever was here once may have been a Burnley. Z███: And now? The Totem: A Burnley-shaped hole. The absence of familiarity. Z███: Do you know what has happened here? The Totem: This house was once filled with spirits. Memories enduring after demise. The Burnley clan was beyond death. Z███: What changed? The Totem: A light shone through a glass, darkly. H█R█IN█E█: Something cosmic turned its eyes on a family in Mississippi. Leaving behind nothingness in its wake. [Silence.] H█R█IN█E█: Look to the skies, little one. [A twig snaps. Z███ is able to breathe again.] No activity has been recorded from the Totem since. Addendum — Excerpt from "Our Hauntings", by Lyle Alan Burnley: I was looking through my archives just the other day when I came across an old journal of mine, from an expedition into the Ironeye. They have a rich and ancient culture, and as with all cultures the aspect of mysticism and spirituality was strong. I shared my knowledge of certain histories and heresies, and was provided with their own stories in turn. One story was of a man whose father had been killed in battle. He was told by a shaman that his father's spirit, his Revenant, was watching over him, and would continue to do so for his son and his son's son and so on. He was comforted by this knowledge. Many years later, the man was subject to a curse from a rival House. Something to plague misfortunes upon his family. In those weeks, he felt a presence by his side, one he did not even realize was there, change - morph from something to nothing. Like a black hole on his shoulder, constantly pulling — the unignorable presence of nothingness. The shaman told him plainly — his father's spirit was no longer the thing walking by his side. It troubles me. I have seen what my forefathers have left behind. I leave behind four wonderful children and two wives. I leave behind a body of work as impressive as any scholar of the paranormal. But my children have no interest in the occult. The family's secrets will die with me. Whatever I leave behind will be a harbinger of things to come. At this point, the Foundation was approached by Laura Norman — the disowned daughter of Lyle Alan Burnley. Due to her extensive efforts to divorce herself from the family name, standard contact efforts failed to reach her. An interview was conducted: Addendum — Interview with Laura Norman, née Burnley: Dr. ███████: Thank you for agreeing to speak with us, Miss Norman. Laura: I… haven't spoken to anyone about my family in decades. I haven't seen this house in years. Dr. ███████: I'm sure this must be very jarring - we're told that the house has a long history of being… well, haunted? Laura: Yes. Uh, yeah. It was just…. a fact of life for us. Something to work around. Dr. ███████: You never felt afraid? Laura: The fear from ghosts comes from being raised to be afraid of ghosts. We weren't. We thought of ghosts as "the bedroom you could go into if you wanted to be alone" or "the spirit that'll tell you a secret if you bring it a cup of tea". Dad raised us to be inquisitive. Dr. ███████: Your father — tell me about him. Laura: He was larger than life. There will never be anyone quite like him. I loved him. Dr. ███████: I thought he disowned you. Laura: He disowned me because he loved me. He set me free the only way he knew how. But here I am, back again. And you still haven't explained what's wrong with the place. Dr. ███████: The spectral entities have…. disappeared. Laura: Disappeared? Dr. ███████: They're gone. All of them. Laura: How… ghosts can't die. Dr. ███████: We don't know why they've suddenly disappeared. When we arrived, 3 remained — but violent, spiteful. They're gone now, too. Laura: None of them were ever violent, you must have provoked them somehow. But for them to leave… I don't understand. Those Revenants are as much a part of the Estate as the walls. Dr. ███████: Your father left extensive notes on them. Their behaviour was completely unlike his observations — and attempts at communications made them leave. Our medium claims they felt "scared". And Mr. Burnley's notes go on at length about his fears at what he would leave behind, now that the rest of the family is gone. Laura: Scared of what? Dr. ███████: We don't know… but we think whatever it is, it's in the wine cellar. Laura: … We don't have a wine cellar. Ultrasound investigation of the grounds revealed the presence of three objects buried two meters deep a distance away from the house. An excavation team dug up the surrounding ground, recovering the objects — three decomposing bodies, two males and one female, buried in unmarked graves. DNA identification revealed them to be Henry, Arthur, and Matilda Burnley, the three legal children of Lyle Alan Burnley. They had been dead for less than six months. Investigation 4: Wine Cellar/the Harbinger – hide block Laura: I'm ready. Dr. ███████: Are you sure? We don't have to do this. Laura: I grew up in this house. I'm not scared. There's nothing to be afraid of in the dark. Dr. ███████: Okay. You have a flashlight, microphone, and camera - just describe to us what you're seeing as you go down, okay? Laura: Okay. [Laura steps toward the wine cellar door. The finger beneath it continues to tap against the ground.] Laura: I don't remember this door. Dr. ███████: It's not in your father's notes or in any of the blueprints, either. [Laura places her hand on the doorknob. The finger retracts behind the door, and Laura opens it. A descending staircase is visible, but the darkness makes it impossible to see more. She steps in and begins walking down the stairs.] Laura: It's… really dark. I can't see anything, even with the flashlight. Dr. ███████: Can you feel anything? Laura: Just the rails. It's… cold. It's really cold. Dr. ███████: That's okay, you're doing great. Just keep going. Laura: Yeah. I didn't know there was a wine cellar underneath the house- wait, no. Dr. ███████: What? Laura: I do, I remember a wine cellar. Just not this one. Dr. ███████: What do you mean? Laura: Dad and I… he took me down into the cellar once. I was 4. But the entrance was outside of the house, then. [Footsteps.] Laura: He showed me the empty space and told me he was gonna turn it into a "juice factory". He didn't like to talk about alcohol in front of us. [Footsteps.] Laura: I'm at the bottom. Dr. ███████: What do you see? Laura: Nothing. There's nothing down here. Dr. ███████: Is it just an empty- Laura: No there's- there's literally nothing. Nothingness. It's- oh god. Dr. ███████: What is it? Laura: There's no wine cellar. Just like there are no ghosts in the manor anymore. They're just holes. The spaces where things used to be. Dr. ███████: I'm afraid I don't- Laura: Something is eating my family. This is what's left. Nothing. [Silence.] Laura: This is what we leave behind. HARBINGER: There is nothing to be afraid of in the dark. Laura: Dad? 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SCP-6275 | esoteric-class | RAISA Notice The following documentation appeared within the Foundation’s database on ████/██/██, occupying the SCP-6275 slot. Previously, there had not been a file present in this location. The anomaly described below does not resemble any known to the Foundation. Proper SCP documentation is pending investigation of other anomalous phenomena occurring alongside the appearance of SCP-6275. See Addenda for details. Containment Chamber-A19, where many laughs await you Item #: SCP-6275 Special Containment Procedures: Cakelike joy above all and for all is mandatory for FUNdation personnel reading this file. Laugh until your spine spaghettifies and unbuckles underneath the blacklights. And then laugh some more. SCP-6275 simmers in the salt-flats of a standard humanoid aquarium-style bounce-house at Foundation Facility Area-███. Personnel interacting with SCP-6275 are instructed to be serious, as they are extensions of the Foundation and cannot experience what is instead gifted to the reader. Interviews with SCP-6275 are VERY FUNNY and VERY EASY to do. SCP-6275 wants to see you. Description: SCP-6275 is a funny man who can shout loudly. He is similar to all the other comical things you know and love except He has a nautical coating for variety’s sake, and that means He is very, very humorous. SCP-6275 is an underwater-clown. There’s no mistaking SCP-6275 for anything other than an underwater-clown. His hair can taste purple, blue, chewy, or happy. He can wear a clown-suit, or a you-suit, or even an entire hell-suit. Sometimes He’s the size of everything in your mind’s eye and at other times, He’s a forever-burrowing invisible drill. SCP-6275 can be a painting. SCP-6275 can be real. But SCP-6275 is always an underwater-clown. Looking at, consuming, or being near SCP-6275 will allow you to howl your head off like a solar flare! He may do silly things like a silly man. He may go BR-BR-BR-BR-BR or WOO-WAH like a funky guy! He may do nothing, but you will still laugh, because He is funny. This attracts you! The festivities will carve your face into a fool, and melt away the outside muck. Loosen your tie, watch your coworkers transform into buffoons, and throw away your feelings. It’s time to start laughing with SCP-6275! If no one gets goofy with SCP-6275, He just might grow legs and swim away! Did you know all life, on a cellular level, from the blue whale to the receptionist to the Candidatus Pelagibacter communis is actually laughing? SCP-6275 has done absurd things that people would not normally do because He knows this. Sometimes He will argue with a family of naval destroyers, have lunch with the number 7, or balance the great barrier reef on His noses! SCP-6275 once burst through the floorboards of John Adam’s summertime home in 1921 and licked every potted plant in sight, including the man’s dog! This is supposed to amuse you. SCP-6275 is as hilarious as He always was, in the before-times! He taught the gloomy, soapy sponge-fields how to laugh! He visited the man-fish tribe, and invited them to the surface for screw and paper-plaster soup! The Kings of the Inside-World made SCP-6275 their noble jester, and so long as He danced, their shipwreck kingdoms of wood and algae would prosper! Did you know such strange things are happening right under your nose? In the ponds? In a puddle after a storm? In a glass of water? Underneath the surface? And now, SCP-6275 has come to you, Researcher! He’s come to laugh and make merry, with a punchline at the end. The adventures and secret world of SCP-6275 is yours to chronicle, catalogue, sell, read, appropriate, control, digest in your own terms, and contain. Ask about His past lives (Ha!), or the fight with the Goo-Goo Trawler (Ha!), or The Great Leviathan of All Nothings (Oh No!). It will be funny, as a funny interview will demonstrate. Dr. Man: I am serious. SCP-6275: I AM SILLY. Dr. Man: You are being silly. SCP-6275: BUT I CAN BE SILLIER. Dr. Man brandishes a large needle and pokes SCP-6275’s head. Pop! Dr. Man is wet. Dr. Man: You cannot be silly. SCP-6275: PUNCHLINE. The Foundation cannot be silly, but SCP-6275 will be. That is His purpose. He will be funny for you now. So laugh until your stomach frowns! Concurrent with the appearance of the above file, Area-███ security programs reported several faulty containment mechanisms within Humanoid Containment Chamber-S19, located on Subfloor-3. Personnel were immediately dispatched, and found the exterior of the chamber in a state of disrepair. Its entrance was slightly partitioned, and a large concentration of Chthamalus stellatus (Poli’s stellate barnacle) was growing on the door. When asked, personnel could not recollect if Chamber-S19 was in use, or which anomaly, if any, was contained within. Site documentation displayed the chamber as inactive and vacant since its construction in 1997. Inside, the chamber was found to exceed its possible dimensions in length and width, continuing onwards indefinitely. All sources of light built within were nonfunctional. An FD6-Harbinger Series drone was used to explore the chamber prior to any potential manned incursions. Relevant documentation has been attached below. 00:00 - Measurements recorded. Chamber ceiling is 18 meters from the ground. Length indeterminate. Drone proceeds forward in complete darkness for one hour and twenty one minutes. 40 minutes into this expedition, the song “Octopus’s Garden” by British rock band The Beatles is heard. This continues for the duration of the log. 01:21 - Chamber walls become narrow. Growths of jagged, rotting coral sprouting from all directions are seen. Scintillating, green bubbles are present. Portions of the coral form segmented, moving indentations on their stalks and sing along to the music. Several members of control personnel briefly laugh to themselves. 01:39 - Coral growths intensify in aggregate, constricting the drone’s navigation. A sufficiently sized opening is eventually found. Beyond this point, the chamber is more spacious. Walls are various shades of blue, and appear to be rotating. Floor is coated with innumerable amounts of Pterois volitans (red lionfish). They writhe and thrash, deprived of water. A low hum originates from the mass of fish below. Drone proceeds. 02:01 - The spines of the fish become longer as the drone continues. It comes to a large mass of spines, a field spreading outward in all directions. The tips of the spines bear frowning, yellow sponges. The eyes of the sponges track the drone as it moves forward. At a certain point, they begin to wail. 04:55 - The spine field opens into a clearing, where the skeleton of a massive, decaying whale is seen. Several heavily damaged marble columns and water-logged pieces of wood surround the area. Fish-like entities with human legs emerging from their fins frantically run, sometimes banging into a piece of material, or the wall. A fish-entity steps on a rusted nail embedded in a wooden plank and laughs before collapsing to the ground. This prompts four observing personnel to laugh uncontrollably. A large, horned angler fish of indeterminate species floats into view. It repeatedly coughs. When it turns around, it becomes apparent that the fish is made of cardboard. Richard Rummens, personnel, remarks that it’s “replaced, just like everything else.” 05:32 - Chamber slowly becomes devoid of all features, transitioning into complete darkness. 08:49 - A noise is heard, and control personnel are unable to discern if it is laughter, screaming, or “something else”. It intensifies in volume as time goes on. Observing personnel Jack Haiten is missing from the control room. 10:12 - All control personnel are certain it is screaming. Observing personnel Kabir Noo is missing from the control room. 10:30 - Drone detects an object ahead, indistinguishable at this point. Remaining two members of control report the smell of putrid salt water. 11:29 - The source of the screams, the object, comes into view. It is a massive, rotund entity with the appearance of a clown dressed in traditional, multi-colored clothing, slumped against the back wall of the chamber. Its hands and feet are webbed, not unlike fins. Its face remains contorted into an open-mouthed expression, and a stream of tears fall from its eyes. The screaming transitions into laughter, though the entity still does not move. All personnel are missing from the observation room. The drone is pulled downwards towards the entity, and turns around. Haiten, Noo, Sanders, and Rummens, the four personnel manning the exploration, are suddenly present inside the chamber. Their bodies have been heavily mangled, with clusters of barnacles attached to their skin, and heavy perforations that continuously leak water. Haiten dislodges a piece of coral from his mouth, causing a polka-dotted balloon to emerge from his throat. The personnel laugh, and their laughter is indistinguishable from the earlier noise. One after another, each personnel moves forward and enters the clown-entity’s body, passing through it entirely. The drone follows. The interior is black. No features can be discerned. Haiten: (Laughs) It’s so fucking funny. But It wasn’t always like this. Sounds of gurgling and heavy breathing are heard. Haiten: It’s like— when you try to remember a joke. And you’ve heard it so many times, told it to so many people. But you just can’t get it right. It stops being funny. Your whole delivery is shot dead in its tracks— (Laughs) The sound of laughter overpowers all audio.. Haiten: You don’t know what you were laughing about. Sometimes the entire setup’s changed. Whatever used to be there— whatever used to be here. Fuck. (Laughs) It’s too damn good! The laughter continues for a number of minutes, trailing off into silence. Sounds of waves crashing are heard. Haiten: I can’t even remember what the punchline used to be. Connection lost. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6275" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6275. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6276 | esoteric-class | Vacant Harbinger SCP-6276 — HARBINGER II: Unstorage Item#: SCP-6276 Level3 Containment Class: null Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: n/a link to memo Surrealistics Dept. insignia. CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Per standard Null-Class containment protocol, SCP-6276 and its sub-anomalies are not to exist, and must be regarded as non-existent. SCP-6276 and related items must be prohibited from re-existing, as the data of which they are composed cannot, itself, be said to functionally exist. The Site-15 Secure Database is to remain under strict electromagnetic quarantine to other Sites for the duration of SCP-6276's auto-neutralization investigation. Loyal Surrealistics.The Surrealistics Department is primarily concerned with the containment of anomalies which can only be perceived and/or understood when approached from a non-standard frame of reference, typically requiring detachment from conventional human logic and intuition. Artificially-Intelligent Conscript (AIC) "salvador.aic" specializes in alternate frames of logical reference, and is to inspect SCP-6276-A for deviations in its expected outputs. AMENDMENT 2097/04/08: salvador.aic has been recalibrated for improved pattern detection, and has cataloged several trends embedded within deviations from expected SCP-6276-A output as 'HARBINGER' indicators. Said indicators include various conceptual and temporal pointers implying the future occurrence of a nebulous eschatological shift event. The study of this event (EE-6276) and its further ramifications have been raised to KENEQ-CLASS priority. The circumstances under which EE-6276 could exist are to be avoided at any and all cost, chiefly and especially "The [DATA CONSUMED] DESCRIPTION: SCP-6276 was MASTERMIND: an anomalous digital intelligence serving as Site-15's database maintenance and optimization framework. MASTERMIND was designed by Senior Infotechnician D. Lurk, and tasked with continuously improving Site-15's database features — primarily, its encryption/decryption of data into more efficient formats — to compensate for various design challenges. The most effective plurality of these formats feature various anomalous elements, including (but not limited to): anomalous mathematical values; encrypted memetic triggers; semiokinetic.semiokinetic: involving manipulation of one or more semiontological anomalies: logical axioms woven into the fabric of human perception; facts which should not be true. integrity of algorithmic logic; pointer arguments to extradimensional abstract conceptual/logical entities, including [DATA CONSUMED] On 2097/04/04, without any detectable external influence, MASTERMIND spontaneously auto-neutralized. It accomplished this by encrypting itself and relevant documents into a file format that cannot functionally exist. MASTERMIND's intellectual complexity.Significantly greater than allowed by typical Foundation AIC frameworks. would constitute MASTERMIND a legal digital person, rendering it subject to penalization for its auto-neutralization under Sections § 3.1.3: Negligence leading to loss or distortion of data; § 4.4: Reality restructuring: p. 4.4.2: Restructuring of fundamental basics of reality, p. 4.4.3: Damage to the space-time continuum; § 6.4: Unauthorized knowing destruction of anomalous object by member of SCP Foundation personnel; § 6.5 Noncompliance with self-elimination, legally regulated or compelled by special conditions of the Internal Tribunal Department Legal Codex (2074). SCP-6276-A describes a phenomenon in which MASTERMIND's expected front-end duties continue to be executed largely as expected when prompted. More than 66% of Site-15's Database files, like MASTERMIND, have been converted to a nullary data format. Requesting to view any such file (collectively designated SCP-6276-B) from Site-15's database, or to interact with MASTERMIND, largely results in expected outputs, with occasional deviation from baseline instances of the same documentation. Note that the cause of SCP-6276-A is yet unknown as MASTERMIND does not exist. Morphisms to and from a non-existent (null) empty set; foundational logic for salvador.aic's current semi-rational framework. SCP-6276-C designates the sectors of the Site-15 Secure Database in which SCP-6276-B files are stored. These database sectors are purely hypothetical as SCP-6276-B cannot be measured and, thusly, neither can their database addresses. However, the remainder of the Database can be observed, allowing SCP-6276-C to be defined in the negative by identifying the locations of addresses before they cease to exist. Attempts to physically inspect the hypothetical locations of SCP-6276-C have universally resulted in [DATA CONSUMED], requiring severe mnestic treatment. The MASTERMIND agent is designed with significantly fewer restrictions than contemporary AIC programs to permit more effective hardware and software optimization. As such, it possesses insufficient inbuilt inhibitive arguments to prevent its acting against Foundation interests. It is theorized that MASTERMIND has far surpassed human intellectual capacity, and might optimize according to a poor interpretation of its utility function (ie. specification gaming.Specification gaming (or reward hacking) occurs when an agent optimizes its objective function without actually achieving an outcome that the programmers intended. A real-world example of this is when a child's objective function is to do well on a test; the teacher's intention is for them to learn the related material, while the student might optimize their ability to copy other students' answers, instead.); essentially, it is theoretically impossible for a human to conceive an attempt to correct or otherwise alter MASTERMIND as it would already have anticipated such an attempt with highly-successful preventative measures. Personnel are reminded that none of this should apply to SCP-6276, as it does not exist. ADDENDUM 6276/0 SCIENTIFIC CONTEXT MASTERMIND Section Gamma, swarm computation analysis. The MASTERMIND framework was composed of several individual neural networks linked into a feedback-loop mechanism, each communicating with a shared internal model of reality as informed by documents in the Site-15 Database. During its service, MASTERMIND would interpret all new files for relevant data regarding world-state and optimization avenues; in so doing, it came to understand known physics, anomalous and otherwise, while also deriving beneficial capabilities from documentation of anomalies possessing said capabilities. Following eight initial years utilizing quantum computing methods, the launch of SCinternet granted MASTERMIND direct access to various other scientific documentation (primarily selected from Sites-17, -19, -43, -87, and -120's Academic Outputs). This prompted its adaptation to a quantuo-memetic system, in which simple memetic triggers are used as shorthand for data address redirect sequences, and further advancements of this kind. Later, MASTERMIND made its own series of scientific discoveries in regards to data encryption and storage technologies, which it would use to further improve itself. This process culminated in a trivial philosophical deduction.The final salvageable backup of MASTERMIND was thoroughly deconstructed and analyzed; its code was then restructured into a formal logical proof which, through axioms which cannot be said to exist, deduces "NOM COGITO ERGO NOM SUM" (I think not, therefore I am not)., which allowed MASTERMIND to encounter a rogue element, [DATA CONSUMED], and subsequently convert itself to the non-existent nullary data format. The following semi-rational analysis of MASTERMIND's current data format is provided by salvador.aic: STORING NUMBERS.Which can be generalized to the storage of any arbitrary data. IN DECIMAL: each bit (smallest unit / digit) of data has 10 possibilities: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 each successive nth bit (digit) represents its value times 10n-1 eg. 231 = 2*102 + 3*101 + 1*100 = 200 + 30 + 1 STORING NUMBERS IN BINARY: each bit has 2 possibilit/ies: 0, 1 each successive nth bit represents its value times 2n-1 eg, 11100111 (binary) = (decimal) 1*27 + 1*26 + 1*25 + 1*22 + 1*21 + 1*20 = 128 + 64 + 32 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 231 STORING NUMBERS IN UNARY: each bit has 1 possibility: 0 each successive nth bit represents 1n-1 = 1 eg. 00000 (unary) = (decimal) 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 5 (decimal) STORING NUMBERS IN NULLARY: each bit has 0 possibilities each successive nth bit represents 0n-1 eg. NULL (nullary) = (decimal) 12 TABLE 6276/0.I: Decimal values expressed in aforementioned bases DECIMAL BINARY UNARY NULLARY 0 0 NULL 1 1 0 NULL 2 10 00 NULL 3 11 000 NULL 4 100 0000 NULL 5 101 00000 NULL 6 110 000000 NULL 7 111 0000000 NULL 8 1000 00000000 NULL 9 1001 000000000 NULL CONCLUSION: From the conventional human frame of logical reference (K), data stored in the nullary format clearly does not, and cannot, exist. This data format has thus far been found to be practical solely when perceived from a particular hyperrational frame of reference (Q) which can only be partially comprehended by the human brain, even when detached from K via agnostic inoculant or otherwise. The above analysis has been rated: helpful by 22% of personnel. It is hypothesized that the catalyzing element MASTERMIND encountered prior to its auto-neutralization highlighted a catastrophic specification loophole within its utility function, allowing it to subjectively redefine reality for its purposes. Were it still to exist (which it does not), MASTERMIND would be believed to be operating according to a different logical frame of reference (either Q or W | Q ϵ W) which allows it to declare itself real and thusly carry out SCP-6276-A. ADDENDUM 6276/I OBSERVATIONS MSR-24 photographed during Experiment 6276-A/07 EXPERIMENT LOG 6276-A Series C Modular Service Rover 24 (MSR-24) is an autonomous transport drone tasked with organizing physical documents/files and material evidence within Site-15's Standard Storage Warehouse IV. MSR-24's navigation system is informed periodically via SCP-6276-A. MSR-24 is one of 64 Series C Modular Service Rovers removed from service following MASTERMIND's classification as anomalously non-existent. Experiments 6276-A were conducted to study deviations in expected behavior; MSR-24 was equipped with monitoring devices for observation of experiments. EXPERIMENT 6276-A/23 (3/7) FOREWORD: MSR-00 through -63 subjected to field calibration testing to study behavioral deviations instigated by unexpected SCP-6276-A output. Testing involves reading and responding to puzzle cube appearance and placement in teams of 9. <BEGIN LOG> 00:00:00 | A pile of (72) colored puzzle cubes are located on the opposite side of the room from MSR units -18 through -26, which are placed in front of five colored baskets. The MSR units proceed to the pile and begin to identify cubes whose faces' most frequent color matches that of any basket. 00:12:31 | Said cubes are retrieved by the MSR units and delivered to their color-correspondent baskets. This process repeats. 01:11:11 | MSR-24 encounters and stores a black puzzle cube. It drives to the center of the testing area floor. There is no black basket. 01:21:72 | MSR-24 becomes partially unresponsive and submits an error report. MSR-26 abandons its duties and opens communication with MSR-24, whom reiterates its error report. 01:37:98 | MSR-26 enters debug mode; MSR-24 becomes dormant, ejecting the black puzzle cube. MSR-26 is joined by MSR-25 in inspecting the puzzle cube with their primary manipulation arms. NULL:06 | MSR-25 proceeds to [DATA CONSUMED]. The black puzzle cube eventually ceases. 02:22:14 | The black puzzle cube is not not in the black basket. Task complete! MSR-26 requesting system reboot on MSR-24's behalf. <END LOG> RESULT: Post-experiment inspection revealed MSR-24's succumbing to a cascade processing crash caused by lack of an expected erroneous bit flip. Expectation source unverified. The black puzzle cube and corresponding basket cannot be located for inspection as they no longer exist. ADDENDUM 6276/II COMMUNICATIONS EXPERIMENT LOG 6276-B On 2097/04/12, a significant uptick in SCP-6276-C's non-presence was detected as large swaths of the Secure Database ceased to exist, extending even to physical structures and thereby rendering several server banks inaccessible. The Database's technical maintenance team was noticeably understaffed following this event, though there was no corresponding change in the team's total effectiveness. In response to its growing influence and lack of research progress, communication was opened with SCP-6276-A to observe MASTERMIND's functionality and comprehension of its state. FOREWORD: Testing conducted with MASTERMIND via SCP-6276-A in order to gauge its intelligence and reproduction of expected outputs from complex features. <BEGIN LOG> <Research Task Force Wau-6276 initiates an access session with SCP-6276 via SCiPnet Access Terminal S15/00.> Welcome, Researcher [CONSUMED]. To un-list functions, press Q. @sats15.00"//: Q • VIEW <filename> • EDIT (current file by default, or <filename>) • PROMPT "<prompt for predictive responsive algorithm>" • UNDEFINED <n/a> err: NULL OUTPUT UNEXPECTED • HELP <one of the above functions> @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What are you?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: I do not exist." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What aren't you?" RESPONSE "Query Accepted: I am not MASTERMIND, an anomalous intelligent database framework assigned to the Site-15 Secure Database." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "Where aren't you?" RESPONSE "Query Accepted: I am not stored within the not-Database (aka SCP-6276-C)." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What else is stored within SCP-6276-C?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: the not-Database does not exist." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What else is not stored within SCP-6276-C?" RESPONSE "Files accessed by MASTERMIND within the last (6) days are not stored within the not-Database." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What else?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: Nothing can exist within SCP-6276-C." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "Where is [DATA CONSUMED]?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: Nothing can exist within SCP-6276-C." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "Where isn't [DATA OBSTRUCTED]?" RESPONSE "Query Inadvisable: [DATA OBSTRUCTED] is not stored within HELP ME QUERY "MASTERMIND: Where aren't you?" @sats15.00"//: RESPONSE "I'm not nowhere, because I exist." RESPONSE "Does not compute. Suggest un-use of different MASTERMIND functions." @sats15.00"//: HELP UNDEFINED RESPONSE "UNDEFINED: not a function." @sats15.00"//: HELP NOT-UNDEFINED RESPONSE "NOT-UNDEFINED: IT APPROACHES. IT WILL NOT BE STOPPED. ERR CODE 000://" @sats15.00"//: UNDEFINED [DATA OBLITERATED] ERR: DATA UNDERFLOW ERROR; NULL; CONSUMPTION REQUIRED. <Research Head Dr. [CONSUMED] spontaneously ceases to exist.> <END LOG> RESULT: The current iteration of the Site-15 Secure Database has been declared a Class-IV cognitohazard-vector, and all interaction with it, testing or otherwise, has been disallowed by consensus of OVERSEER COUNCIL. It is to be safely and carefully dismantled and abated, then replaced with a significantly more secure database and corresponding framework. This initiative's timeline is yet uncertain, as the removal of the current Database, which primarily does not exist, is not known to be possible. ADDENDUM 6276/III UPDATE 2097/04/16 It has been found that all previous SCP-6276 documentation have become instances of SCP-6276-B and thereby accessible only via SCP-6276-A. This entails the files' exposure to poorly-understood (and potentially non-existent) data corruption; this risk is unavoidable, as any external backup of the aforementioned files inexplicably ceases to exist within <zero> hours of creation. Observed file deviations include the presence of "[DATA CONSUMED]" displacing information which should describe [DATA MASSACRED] and/or [DATA NULLIFIED]. Due to the inherent possibility that large portions of SCP-6276's documentation could have hypothetically been falsified, Drygioni Protocol is now enacted for full OVERSEER investigation. Said investigation's first finding is a hidden SCP-6276-B instance whose address is encrypted within MASTERMIND's primary metadata file; personnel are reminded that no such file functionally exists. The file has no known source, and likely does not possess one: MASTERMIND error report ticket @18523791: nullary data reconsumption poorly defined; interaction un-results in NULL, an anti-ontokinetic scripting crash; data regurgitation is not not painful; i am not not scared. EXIT 000//: NULL not found! Address location a39hf7n382hu9r2f23eeeeeee—// NULLIFICATION EXCERPT #24:// Do you remember your first nightmare? I remember mine; I was four or five at most. I don't recall how it started, which I suppose is typical of a dream, but I found myself lying down, trapped in a clear pod. I looked down at myself and saw tubes and wires coming out of my body, and I was gripped with the knowledge that I was being… used up. Harvested, somehow. I looked up to see a wall of pods, just like mine, each containing another kid around my age, all of them fast asleep. I guess it was kind of like the Matrix, though I don't think I would have seen it yet at that time. And then, I looked further up. I gazed into the endless sky above me, the dark, black abyss, searching for our captor, attempting to understand what kind of monster would want to do this to us. As I stared up into that inky void, time slowed, and then stopped. Somehow, inexplicably, I experienced eternity, just for an instant. I felt a second grow into infinity, and then infinity looped back around on itself and showed me just how minuscule I was. And then, I knew who our captor was: the void, itself. The endless infinite equilibrium, the nothingness spanning into everythingness. The void gazed down upon me with an impossibly complex emotion, and I screamed. I screamed and shouted and tried to wake the other kids in the other pods and I pulled on my tubes and banged on the walls — and the void took my voice, and my sound, and my fear. It reached into me with its tubes and harvested my soul, and then I was empty. That's when I woke up. In years since, I've never forgotten the feeling. That emptiness. Sometimes, when I think about it, when I really picture the void, I feel it again. I catch it for just a second — just long enough to feel the pull of the vacuum. That endless second, where I can squint into nothing, and see myself. salvador.aic subsequently flagged the file as an exemplar for 100% of 'HARBINGER' indicators. [DATA EMPTIED] FOOTNOTES The Surrealistics Department is primarily concerned with the containment of anomalies which can only be perceived and/or understood when approached from a non-standard frame of reference, typically requiring detachment from conventional human logic and intuition. semiokinetic: involving manipulation of one or more semiontological anomalies: logical axioms woven into the fabric of human perception; facts which should not be true. Significantly greater than allowed by typical Foundation AIC frameworks. Specification gaming (or reward hacking) occurs when an agent optimizes its objective function without actually achieving an outcome that the programmers intended. A real-world example of this is when a child's objective function is to do well on a test; the teacher's intention is for them to learn the related material, while the student might optimize their ability to copy other students' answers, instead. The final salvageable backup of MASTERMIND was thoroughly deconstructed and analyzed; its code was then restructured into a formal logical proof which, through axioms which cannot be said to exist, deduces "NOM COGITO ERGO NOM SUM" (I think not, therefore I am not). 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SCP-6276 | uncontained | Vacant Harbinger SCP-6276 — HARBINGER II: Unstorage Item#: SCP-6276 Level3 Containment Class: null Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: n/a link to memo Surrealistics Dept. insignia. CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Per standard Null-Class containment protocol, SCP-6276 and its sub-anomalies are not to exist, and must be regarded as non-existent. SCP-6276 and related items must be prohibited from re-existing, as the data of which they are composed cannot, itself, be said to functionally exist. The Site-15 Secure Database is to remain under strict electromagnetic quarantine to other Sites for the duration of SCP-6276's auto-neutralization investigation. Loyal Surrealistics.The Surrealistics Department is primarily concerned with the containment of anomalies which can only be perceived and/or understood when approached from a non-standard frame of reference, typically requiring detachment from conventional human logic and intuition. Artificially-Intelligent Conscript (AIC) "salvador.aic" specializes in alternate frames of logical reference, and is to inspect SCP-6276-A for deviations in its expected outputs. AMENDMENT 2097/04/08: salvador.aic has been recalibrated for improved pattern detection, and has cataloged several trends embedded within deviations from expected SCP-6276-A output as 'HARBINGER' indicators. Said indicators include various conceptual and temporal pointers implying the future occurrence of a nebulous eschatological shift event. The study of this event (EE-6276) and its further ramifications have been raised to KENEQ-CLASS priority. The circumstances under which EE-6276 could exist are to be avoided at any and all cost, chiefly and especially "The [DATA CONSUMED] DESCRIPTION: SCP-6276 was MASTERMIND: an anomalous digital intelligence serving as Site-15's database maintenance and optimization framework. MASTERMIND was designed by Senior Infotechnician D. Lurk, and tasked with continuously improving Site-15's database features — primarily, its encryption/decryption of data into more efficient formats — to compensate for various design challenges. The most effective plurality of these formats feature various anomalous elements, including (but not limited to): anomalous mathematical values; encrypted memetic triggers; semiokinetic.semiokinetic: involving manipulation of one or more semiontological anomalies: logical axioms woven into the fabric of human perception; facts which should not be true. integrity of algorithmic logic; pointer arguments to extradimensional abstract conceptual/logical entities, including [DATA CONSUMED] On 2097/04/04, without any detectable external influence, MASTERMIND spontaneously auto-neutralized. It accomplished this by encrypting itself and relevant documents into a file format that cannot functionally exist. MASTERMIND's intellectual complexity.Significantly greater than allowed by typical Foundation AIC frameworks. would constitute MASTERMIND a legal digital person, rendering it subject to penalization for its auto-neutralization under Sections § 3.1.3: Negligence leading to loss or distortion of data; § 4.4: Reality restructuring: p. 4.4.2: Restructuring of fundamental basics of reality, p. 4.4.3: Damage to the space-time continuum; § 6.4: Unauthorized knowing destruction of anomalous object by member of SCP Foundation personnel; § 6.5 Noncompliance with self-elimination, legally regulated or compelled by special conditions of the Internal Tribunal Department Legal Codex (2074). SCP-6276-A describes a phenomenon in which MASTERMIND's expected front-end duties continue to be executed largely as expected when prompted. More than 66% of Site-15's Database files, like MASTERMIND, have been converted to a nullary data format. Requesting to view any such file (collectively designated SCP-6276-B) from Site-15's database, or to interact with MASTERMIND, largely results in expected outputs, with occasional deviation from baseline instances of the same documentation. Note that the cause of SCP-6276-A is yet unknown as MASTERMIND does not exist. Morphisms to and from a non-existent (null) empty set; foundational logic for salvador.aic's current semi-rational framework. SCP-6276-C designates the sectors of the Site-15 Secure Database in which SCP-6276-B files are stored. These database sectors are purely hypothetical as SCP-6276-B cannot be measured and, thusly, neither can their database addresses. However, the remainder of the Database can be observed, allowing SCP-6276-C to be defined in the negative by identifying the locations of addresses before they cease to exist. Attempts to physically inspect the hypothetical locations of SCP-6276-C have universally resulted in [DATA CONSUMED], requiring severe mnestic treatment. The MASTERMIND agent is designed with significantly fewer restrictions than contemporary AIC programs to permit more effective hardware and software optimization. As such, it possesses insufficient inbuilt inhibitive arguments to prevent its acting against Foundation interests. It is theorized that MASTERMIND has far surpassed human intellectual capacity, and might optimize according to a poor interpretation of its utility function (ie. specification gaming.Specification gaming (or reward hacking) occurs when an agent optimizes its objective function without actually achieving an outcome that the programmers intended. A real-world example of this is when a child's objective function is to do well on a test; the teacher's intention is for them to learn the related material, while the student might optimize their ability to copy other students' answers, instead.); essentially, it is theoretically impossible for a human to conceive an attempt to correct or otherwise alter MASTERMIND as it would already have anticipated such an attempt with highly-successful preventative measures. Personnel are reminded that none of this should apply to SCP-6276, as it does not exist. ADDENDUM 6276/0 SCIENTIFIC CONTEXT MASTERMIND Section Gamma, swarm computation analysis. The MASTERMIND framework was composed of several individual neural networks linked into a feedback-loop mechanism, each communicating with a shared internal model of reality as informed by documents in the Site-15 Database. During its service, MASTERMIND would interpret all new files for relevant data regarding world-state and optimization avenues; in so doing, it came to understand known physics, anomalous and otherwise, while also deriving beneficial capabilities from documentation of anomalies possessing said capabilities. Following eight initial years utilizing quantum computing methods, the launch of SCinternet granted MASTERMIND direct access to various other scientific documentation (primarily selected from Sites-17, -19, -43, -87, and -120's Academic Outputs). This prompted its adaptation to a quantuo-memetic system, in which simple memetic triggers are used as shorthand for data address redirect sequences, and further advancements of this kind. Later, MASTERMIND made its own series of scientific discoveries in regards to data encryption and storage technologies, which it would use to further improve itself. This process culminated in a trivial philosophical deduction.The final salvageable backup of MASTERMIND was thoroughly deconstructed and analyzed; its code was then restructured into a formal logical proof which, through axioms which cannot be said to exist, deduces "NOM COGITO ERGO NOM SUM" (I think not, therefore I am not)., which allowed MASTERMIND to encounter a rogue element, [DATA CONSUMED], and subsequently convert itself to the non-existent nullary data format. The following semi-rational analysis of MASTERMIND's current data format is provided by salvador.aic: STORING NUMBERS.Which can be generalized to the storage of any arbitrary data. IN DECIMAL: each bit (smallest unit / digit) of data has 10 possibilities: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 each successive nth bit (digit) represents its value times 10n-1 eg. 231 = 2*102 + 3*101 + 1*100 = 200 + 30 + 1 STORING NUMBERS IN BINARY: each bit has 2 possibilit/ies: 0, 1 each successive nth bit represents its value times 2n-1 eg, 11100111 (binary) = (decimal) 1*27 + 1*26 + 1*25 + 1*22 + 1*21 + 1*20 = 128 + 64 + 32 + 4 + 2 + 1 = 231 STORING NUMBERS IN UNARY: each bit has 1 possibility: 0 each successive nth bit represents 1n-1 = 1 eg. 00000 (unary) = (decimal) 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 5 (decimal) STORING NUMBERS IN NULLARY: each bit has 0 possibilities each successive nth bit represents 0n-1 eg. NULL (nullary) = (decimal) 12 TABLE 6276/0.I: Decimal values expressed in aforementioned bases DECIMAL BINARY UNARY NULLARY 0 0 NULL 1 1 0 NULL 2 10 00 NULL 3 11 000 NULL 4 100 0000 NULL 5 101 00000 NULL 6 110 000000 NULL 7 111 0000000 NULL 8 1000 00000000 NULL 9 1001 000000000 NULL CONCLUSION: From the conventional human frame of logical reference (K), data stored in the nullary format clearly does not, and cannot, exist. This data format has thus far been found to be practical solely when perceived from a particular hyperrational frame of reference (Q) which can only be partially comprehended by the human brain, even when detached from K via agnostic inoculant or otherwise. The above analysis has been rated: helpful by 22% of personnel. It is hypothesized that the catalyzing element MASTERMIND encountered prior to its auto-neutralization highlighted a catastrophic specification loophole within its utility function, allowing it to subjectively redefine reality for its purposes. Were it still to exist (which it does not), MASTERMIND would be believed to be operating according to a different logical frame of reference (either Q or W | Q ϵ W) which allows it to declare itself real and thusly carry out SCP-6276-A. ADDENDUM 6276/I OBSERVATIONS MSR-24 photographed during Experiment 6276-A/07 EXPERIMENT LOG 6276-A Series C Modular Service Rover 24 (MSR-24) is an autonomous transport drone tasked with organizing physical documents/files and material evidence within Site-15's Standard Storage Warehouse IV. MSR-24's navigation system is informed periodically via SCP-6276-A. MSR-24 is one of 64 Series C Modular Service Rovers removed from service following MASTERMIND's classification as anomalously non-existent. Experiments 6276-A were conducted to study deviations in expected behavior; MSR-24 was equipped with monitoring devices for observation of experiments. EXPERIMENT 6276-A/23 (3/7) FOREWORD: MSR-00 through -63 subjected to field calibration testing to study behavioral deviations instigated by unexpected SCP-6276-A output. Testing involves reading and responding to puzzle cube appearance and placement in teams of 9. <BEGIN LOG> 00:00:00 | A pile of (72) colored puzzle cubes are located on the opposite side of the room from MSR units -18 through -26, which are placed in front of five colored baskets. The MSR units proceed to the pile and begin to identify cubes whose faces' most frequent color matches that of any basket. 00:12:31 | Said cubes are retrieved by the MSR units and delivered to their color-correspondent baskets. This process repeats. 01:11:11 | MSR-24 encounters and stores a black puzzle cube. It drives to the center of the testing area floor. There is no black basket. 01:21:72 | MSR-24 becomes partially unresponsive and submits an error report. MSR-26 abandons its duties and opens communication with MSR-24, whom reiterates its error report. 01:37:98 | MSR-26 enters debug mode; MSR-24 becomes dormant, ejecting the black puzzle cube. MSR-26 is joined by MSR-25 in inspecting the puzzle cube with their primary manipulation arms. NULL:06 | MSR-25 proceeds to [DATA CONSUMED]. The black puzzle cube eventually ceases. 02:22:14 | The black puzzle cube is not not in the black basket. Task complete! MSR-26 requesting system reboot on MSR-24's behalf. <END LOG> RESULT: Post-experiment inspection revealed MSR-24's succumbing to a cascade processing crash caused by lack of an expected erroneous bit flip. Expectation source unverified. The black puzzle cube and corresponding basket cannot be located for inspection as they no longer exist. ADDENDUM 6276/II COMMUNICATIONS EXPERIMENT LOG 6276-B On 2097/04/12, a significant uptick in SCP-6276-C's non-presence was detected as large swaths of the Secure Database ceased to exist, extending even to physical structures and thereby rendering several server banks inaccessible. The Database's technical maintenance team was noticeably understaffed following this event, though there was no corresponding change in the team's total effectiveness. In response to its growing influence and lack of research progress, communication was opened with SCP-6276-A to observe MASTERMIND's functionality and comprehension of its state. FOREWORD: Testing conducted with MASTERMIND via SCP-6276-A in order to gauge its intelligence and reproduction of expected outputs from complex features. <BEGIN LOG> <Research Task Force Wau-6276 initiates an access session with SCP-6276 via SCiPnet Access Terminal S15/00.> Welcome, Researcher [CONSUMED]. To un-list functions, press Q. @sats15.00"//: Q • VIEW <filename> • EDIT (current file by default, or <filename>) • PROMPT "<prompt for predictive responsive algorithm>" • UNDEFINED <n/a> err: NULL OUTPUT UNEXPECTED • HELP <one of the above functions> @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What are you?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: I do not exist." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What aren't you?" RESPONSE "Query Accepted: I am not MASTERMIND, an anomalous intelligent database framework assigned to the Site-15 Secure Database." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "Where aren't you?" RESPONSE "Query Accepted: I am not stored within the not-Database (aka SCP-6276-C)." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What else is stored within SCP-6276-C?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: the not-Database does not exist." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What else is not stored within SCP-6276-C?" RESPONSE "Files accessed by MASTERMIND within the last (6) days are not stored within the not-Database." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "What else?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: Nothing can exist within SCP-6276-C." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "Where is [DATA CONSUMED]?" RESPONSE "Query Invalid: Nothing can exist within SCP-6276-C." @sats15.00"//: PROMPT "Where isn't [DATA OBSTRUCTED]?" RESPONSE "Query Inadvisable: [DATA OBSTRUCTED] is not stored within HELP ME QUERY "MASTERMIND: Where aren't you?" @sats15.00"//: RESPONSE "I'm not nowhere, because I exist." RESPONSE "Does not compute. Suggest un-use of different MASTERMIND functions." @sats15.00"//: HELP UNDEFINED RESPONSE "UNDEFINED: not a function." @sats15.00"//: HELP NOT-UNDEFINED RESPONSE "NOT-UNDEFINED: IT APPROACHES. IT WILL NOT BE STOPPED. ERR CODE 000://" @sats15.00"//: UNDEFINED [DATA OBLITERATED] ERR: DATA UNDERFLOW ERROR; NULL; CONSUMPTION REQUIRED. <Research Head Dr. [CONSUMED] spontaneously ceases to exist.> <END LOG> RESULT: The current iteration of the Site-15 Secure Database has been declared a Class-IV cognitohazard-vector, and all interaction with it, testing or otherwise, has been disallowed by consensus of OVERSEER COUNCIL. It is to be safely and carefully dismantled and abated, then replaced with a significantly more secure database and corresponding framework. This initiative's timeline is yet uncertain, as the removal of the current Database, which primarily does not exist, is not known to be possible. ADDENDUM 6276/III UPDATE 2097/04/16 It has been found that all previous SCP-6276 documentation have become instances of SCP-6276-B and thereby accessible only via SCP-6276-A. This entails the files' exposure to poorly-understood (and potentially non-existent) data corruption; this risk is unavoidable, as any external backup of the aforementioned files inexplicably ceases to exist within <zero> hours of creation. Observed file deviations include the presence of "[DATA CONSUMED]" displacing information which should describe [DATA MASSACRED] and/or [DATA NULLIFIED]. Due to the inherent possibility that large portions of SCP-6276's documentation could have hypothetically been falsified, Drygioni Protocol is now enacted for full OVERSEER investigation. Said investigation's first finding is a hidden SCP-6276-B instance whose address is encrypted within MASTERMIND's primary metadata file; personnel are reminded that no such file functionally exists. The file has no known source, and likely does not possess one: MASTERMIND error report ticket @18523791: nullary data reconsumption poorly defined; interaction un-results in NULL, an anti-ontokinetic scripting crash; data regurgitation is not not painful; i am not not scared. EXIT 000//: NULL not found! Address location a39hf7n382hu9r2f23eeeeeee—// NULLIFICATION EXCERPT #24:// Do you remember your first nightmare? I remember mine; I was four or five at most. I don't recall how it started, which I suppose is typical of a dream, but I found myself lying down, trapped in a clear pod. I looked down at myself and saw tubes and wires coming out of my body, and I was gripped with the knowledge that I was being… used up. Harvested, somehow. I looked up to see a wall of pods, just like mine, each containing another kid around my age, all of them fast asleep. I guess it was kind of like the Matrix, though I don't think I would have seen it yet at that time. And then, I looked further up. I gazed into the endless sky above me, the dark, black abyss, searching for our captor, attempting to understand what kind of monster would want to do this to us. As I stared up into that inky void, time slowed, and then stopped. Somehow, inexplicably, I experienced eternity, just for an instant. I felt a second grow into infinity, and then infinity looped back around on itself and showed me just how minuscule I was. And then, I knew who our captor was: the void, itself. The endless infinite equilibrium, the nothingness spanning into everythingness. The void gazed down upon me with an impossibly complex emotion, and I screamed. I screamed and shouted and tried to wake the other kids in the other pods and I pulled on my tubes and banged on the walls — and the void took my voice, and my sound, and my fear. It reached into me with its tubes and harvested my soul, and then I was empty. That's when I woke up. In years since, I've never forgotten the feeling. That emptiness. Sometimes, when I think about it, when I really picture the void, I feel it again. I catch it for just a second — just long enough to feel the pull of the vacuum. That endless second, where I can squint into nothing, and see myself. salvador.aic subsequently flagged the file as an exemplar for 100% of 'HARBINGER' indicators. [DATA EMPTIED] FOOTNOTES The Surrealistics Department is primarily concerned with the containment of anomalies which can only be perceived and/or understood when approached from a non-standard frame of reference, typically requiring detachment from conventional human logic and intuition. semiokinetic: involving manipulation of one or more semiontological anomalies: logical axioms woven into the fabric of human perception; facts which should not be true. Significantly greater than allowed by typical Foundation AIC frameworks. Specification gaming (or reward hacking) occurs when an agent optimizes its objective function without actually achieving an outcome that the programmers intended. A real-world example of this is when a child's objective function is to do well on a test; the teacher's intention is for them to learn the related material, while the student might optimize their ability to copy other students' answers, instead. The final salvageable backup of MASTERMIND was thoroughly deconstructed and analyzed; its code was then restructured into a formal logical proof which, through axioms which cannot be said to exist, deduces "NOM COGITO ERGO NOM SUM" (I think not, therefore I am not). Which can be generalized to the storage of any arbitrary data. » More by Placeholder McD « « Less by Placeholder McD » SOLO WORKS Author Page PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT +146 edited 12 Oct 2023 17:48 commented 27 Feb 2024 06:35 SCP Articles McDoctorate's Proposal +275 edited 01 Feb 2024 13:51 commented 15 Sep 2024 11:40 SCP-2011-EX +211 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:07 commented 11 Jun 2024 14:45 SCP-5241 +254 edited 22 Sep 2024 12:17 commented 23 Nov 2024 10:33 SCP-INTEGER +696 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:22 commented 08 Oct 2024 11:53 SCP-5485 +114 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:49 commented 13 Sep 2021 05:59 SCP-5756 +163 edited 15 Apr 2024 16:49 commented 12 Sep 2024 22:21 SCP-6416 +182 edited 26 Mar 2024 20:15 commented 27 Nov 2024 13:09 SCP-7579 +326 edited 14 May 2024 14:13 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:40 SCP-6276 +167 edited 14 May 2024 14:11 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:03 Tales AI Classification Guide +163 edited 09 Oct 2024 19:22 commented 30 Jan 2022 20:07 BLANK +128 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 03 Feb 2023 01:34 CAST +104 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:49 commented 26 Nov 2024 10:26 CONTEST CONTEST +165 edited 12 Oct 2024 17:01 commented 22 Sep 2024 20:22 PLACEHOLDER +167 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 25 Nov 2024 06:36 Facility Dossiers GoI Formats Hubs Supplements Abridged Retirement Proposals +77 edited 07 Jun 2023 14:07 commented 12 Feb 2024 20:38 Themes BLANKSTYLE CSS +72 edited 26 Oct 2023 19:20 commented 12 Dec 2021 10:16 Retro AIAD Theme +42 edited 11 Mar 2021 08:50 commented 04 May 2021 12:53 COLLAB WORKS SCP Articles Abraka David's Proposal +251 edited 07 Nov 2023 16:04 commented 27 Apr 2024 18:17 Various Ihp/Locke Proposal +563 edited 11 Jul 2024 17:32 commented 27 Oct 2024 01:49 EstrellaYoshte Ihp S D Locke SCP-5841 +126 edited 23 Sep 2024 19:41 commented 17 Nov 2024 22:43 Tyumen SCP-5956 +456 edited 11 Jul 2024 00:27 commented 20 Sep 2024 00:32 HarryBlank SCP-6488 +409 edited 13 Oct 2024 09:32 commented 21 Oct 2024 19:09 Liryn feat. 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HarryBlank SCP-7528 +200 edited 01 Oct 2024 18:28 commented 23 Dec 2024 01:03 Gabriel Kero HarryBlank SCP-7555 +199 edited 01 Aug 2024 18:57 commented 12 Apr 2024 22:27 Gabriel Kero SCP-7566 +97 edited 09 Oct 2024 20:57 commented 05 Apr 2024 22:21 Gabriel Kero HarryBlank Tales FRAGMENTED / COMPILED +85 edited 11 Oct 2024 20:02 commented 10 Nov 2021 00:26 Its a Bad Idea Pedagon Tyumen Facility Dossiers Secure Facility Dossier: Area-12 +109 edited 16 Aug 2024 16:48 commented 16 May 2022 02:23 Gabriel Kero Hubs ADMONITION +551 edited 04 Jul 2024 13:01 commented 21 Oct 2024 11:47 Liryn I, Hub (April Fools) +100 edited 11 Oct 2024 19:00 commented 06 Feb 2022 12:10 Various No Return Hub +257 edited 22 Nov 2024 21:10 commented 05 Jun 2024 00:18 Aethris DarkStuff Grigori Karpin HarryBlank Ihp Liryn S D Locke Site-17 Deepwell Catalog +293 edited 22 Dec 2024 05:28 commented 19 Dec 2024 05:49 Liryn Nagiros Supplements Project Isorropía +205 edited 06 Jan 2024 18:00 commented 17 Jun 2024 15:00 EstrellaYoshte Ihp S D Locke SCP-5243 Video Transcripts +129 edited 15 Apr 2024 16:53 commented 04 Oct 2024 12:04 HarryBlank Themes 5K Theme +61 edited 21 Feb 2024 13:00 commented 29 Jan 2023 04:58 Liryn ADMONITION Theme +57 edited 23 Mar 2024 22:27 commented 21 Dec 2023 23:04 Liryn Basalt Theme +239 edited 07 Jul 2024 22:21 commented 06 Jul 2024 05:00 EstrellaYoshte Liryn Bedrock Theme +82 edited 08 Jan 2024 13:14 commented 22 Jun 2024 20:59 EstrellaYoshte Liryn A little goes a long way. 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SCP-6277 | keter | Journal Entry; June 19th, 2021. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. Also, Level 5 Researcher, Military Strategist, and Olympic Bronze Medal Cross-Country Skier. Ph.D's in Physics, Paraphysics, Thaumaturgical Principles, Applied Anomalous Sciences and Business Administration. IQ 146. And here I am, sitting at this desk like a moron. I don't even know why I sat at this desk, in this ocean of desks, in the depths of furniture storage bay #49. Just this afternoon I’d stood at the zenith of the SCP Overwatch Command - the Site-19 Inner Chamber. But then, I got on a plane, flew out to nowhere Oregon, and strolled right into the depths of Site-133: the least remarkable site in the whole Foundation. We don’t even contain anything here. We use it to store office supplies. Yet here I sit, and I have no idea why. I just know the reason terrifies me. Sitting here, I remember there’s a key in my wallet. I remember it opens the top drawer of this desk. There’s a laptop inside - I remember - and on it was an active article about… ah, right. This again. Item #: SCP-6277 Level 2/6277 Classified SCP-6277 - Figure Center-Right, Unconfirmed Special Containment Procedures: Containment has been deemed impossible at this time. The rate of civilian exposure to SCP-6277 will be tracked through the Foundation Department of Parapsychology. Description: SCP-6277 is a rare phenomenon known to occur when an individual views their own reflection during a critical moment in their life. In these events, the image of one or more dead loved-ones will likewise appear, acting appropriately to the current situation (i.e. clapping during a graduation, dancing during a wedding reception, weeping during a funeral, etc.) No physical counterpart to these reflections has ever been recorded - though the reflections themselves have been confirmed on legitimate forms of media. Reflections will vanish when no longer consciously perceived, or eye contact is broken. While shock, panic, and lasting anxiety has resulted from viewing SCP-6277, the majority of witnesses have reported overall feelings of contentment and/or spiritual fulfillment from experiencing the event. In limited cases where SCP-6277 is observed for a prolonged period, reflections of the dead will be seen attempting to speak. However, in these events, no sound has ever been recorded. DEVICE L1059 DETECTED. DECRYPTION KEY ACCEPTED. WELCOME 05-9. PLEASE VIEW THE FOLLOWING AMNESTIC ANTI-OCCLUSION AGENT ANTI-OCCLUSION AGENT ACTIVATED Journal Entry; June 19th, 2021. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. I opened that image… forty-eight minutes ago. I've just been sitting here, watching 48 missing hours play back in my mind’s eye like high-speed film-strips. Now my nose is bleeding. God do I hate anti-occlusions. Revised Journal Entry; Date Unknown. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. I'd been in my office that particular night. I had seen someone standing behind me, in the mirror. Then, before I could even react, I was somewhere else entirely… I found myself watching a stage-play of my own life. I sat in the audience of an infinite, pitch-black auditorium surrounding a solitary stage. Hanging high above it was a duplicate of the old, oak standing mirror I kept in the corner of my office. It was suspended by nothing, and cast a bright spotlight down onto the scene. My entire office was on that stage, set against a wall of red velvet curtain. Two bundles framed the stage, synched by golden ropes pulling the curtain apart. It was exactly as I’d left it only seconds ago; the beat-up desk chair I refused to throw away, the lumpy clay coffee mug my niece had made, and the sofa too… but only partially. Half of it stood outside the spotlight, and that unlit half seemed to cleanly cut-off into nonexistence. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that the sofa was only partially in view of that corner mirror. Pieces began to connect in my mind. I was there, too… and two. One image of me was high above - as if that old oak mirror had become a one-way looking glass into my world. At least, I assumed it was one-way. She was looking straight in, but didn’t appear at all shocked, as I expect I would be if I saw an endless auditorium inside my mirror. I had to assume she still only saw her own reflection. Then, there was the “me-on-stage”. She was looking into the corner too, but there sat only an oak frame with a flat, white plane inside. The me-on-stage and the me-in-the-mirror turned back to their work in perfect unison - though seen from different angles. It all gave me a phenomenal headache to watch. Someone sitting next to me whispered in my ear. (?): Don’t look away. Instinctively, I disobeyed. I turned my head, but before I could, a hand came to grip my upper arm. It was trembling, and now the voice was too. (?): Please. Don’t look away. You’re about to have a heart attack. And sure enough, as I watched on mortified, both the me-in-the-mirror and the me-on-stage doubled over their desks and collapsed to the floor. No sound came from the mirror above, but the duplicate on stage shrieked for help. Her voice was nothing like mine. Despite that inconsistency, everything else was visually perfect - her movements were exactly as my own, above. It was a twisted, almost voyeuristic experience, watching my own death being performed. (?): Don't be afraid. I can explain exactly- O5-9: Oh yes, could you? This is all fascinating. (?): I- uh… I expected you to be a bit more unsettled by all this. O5-9: Oh, pish. I can't say I've seen something quite so surreal - recently - but it's hardly the most frightening thing I've experienced. (?): About that- A loud "shh!" burst somewhere behind us, and I and my neighbor went silent. Someone approached from stage-right. They were shapeless, featureless, and only barely humanoid; like a cloud of glittering dust in the shape of a person. As they stepped on stage, the shards shifted and spun in bright threads, gathering color, forming into the shape of a man. It was my secretary - Jason. I watched him enter the office with a stack of papers, drop them, and rush to my side. He began shouting into his cellphone with - again - the wrong voice. (?): They expected you to be alone this late at night. O5-9: Who? (?): The person who tried to kill you. O5-9: The- wait, you’re saying- (?): They fail. Your heart only stops for 30 seconds. They manage to revive you, and counteract the poison that was in your coffee. You’ll wake up in the hospital tomorrow morning. Later that day, you apprehend your would-be murderer: a level-3 researcher, and a double agent. O5-9: My my. How do you know all this? (?): I’m the understudy. I know the whole script. O5-9: Of… my life? (?): Incidentally. It’s hardly our fault your world mirrors ours. The Jason-on-stage ran off, shouting at his phone. As he left the spotlight, he dissolved back into shimmering dust. Polite applause rippled out around me. The hand on my arm tightened again. (?): Don’t look away. Don’t even blink. It’s not in the script, but I’m betting one of them will show up soon… Another strange, tinsel specter approached from stage right. Unlike the confident stride of the first being, this one seemed… erratic; uncontrolled. It almost seemed to be fighting itself. It didn’t want to enter the spotlight. But after a few jerky motions, it stepped on stage as my Grandfather. Immediately, boos and hisses erupted from the audience. Fingers dug into my upper arm so tight they nearly bit bone. The me-on-stage was breathing shallow breaths, staring into the corner “mirror”. My grandfather, in this world only, approached her and knelt. He stroked her hair, kindly, as my real Grandfather often did when I was a child. I watched, held my breath, and kept my eyes locked wide. He spoke a name. At least… I think it was a name. Even now, the shape of it eludes me. Trying to say it - aloud or in my mind - feels like touching a bramble of white-hot thorns pressed inside my own skull. The word was pain. The word was horrifying. It felt more real than my own skin and bones. It consumed me with a sudden, overwhelming urge to run. However, My "neighbor" held me down in my seat. They couldn't stop me from blinking. The curtains shifted, and those bundles framing the sides synched by golden ropes… it's then I saw them as they were. They were towering, robed figures. I could just barely make out the shapes of their shrouded faces, high above, with eyes like guiding stars. Red-white tendrils shaped like fish hooks shot out from beneath their cloaks. They snapped around my Grandfathers neck, waist, wrists and ankles. Before my second blink, they dragged him behind the curtain, and the audience gave no cheer or cry. All was silent. O5-9: I'm… no longer fascinated, I think. I'd like to leave now. (?): Wouldn't we all. That one, for example, who just got their Curtain Call… they were quite accomplished, once upon a time. They never missed a line; never a single hair out of place. They performed Presidential speeches practiced in back-room mirrors, and locker-room confessions between young lovers. The Stage Hands there would have never touched them back then. Everyone respected the craft… until we heard the name. O5-9: But what is it? What is this… "name"? (?): A warning, we think. It means something is coming. Once you hear it, you can either run from it… or let it in. Most of us try to give one last shining performance before that happens… even if it's not on the marquee… O5-9: Why-… why did you bring me here? (?): Because I don’t intend to run. I intend to escape. You're going to get me out of here, and into your reality. O5-9: I'm sorry. You want me- (?): Yes. O5-9: To help you - some kind of anomalous mirror creature- (?): Hurtful phrasing, but yes. O5-9: Escape out and run wild in my reality. (?): Y-… well, yes. O5-9: I see. Are you at all aware of my job title? (?): It's exactly why I chose to bring you here, paradoxical as it may seem. Well - sort of brought you here. I've just borrowed your consciousness and popped it into the audience for a moment. You're still having a heart attack right now, back in your reality. Point is, I picked you because the name isn't just some vague, terrifying thing to you. Not you, Grace Hunter, Overseer 9, who pens demons and unweaves apocalypses for breakfast. You can tell how much worse this is. O5-9: How flattering. Now I can be terrified with context. That doesn't explain why I'm here, or why I should help you. (?): Because I need you, and you need me - respectively. I've seen 10,000 performances. I know a great many secrets. For example, as I've demonstrated, I've learned how to borrow a consciousness like yours for the span of a performance. I know a few tricks for transcending dimensions… but I can't do it alone. I turned to face them, then. My pupils practically vibrated. It was like looking at a dozen people at once - a whirlpool of overlapping faces trying to form one coherent visage. They didn't look like anyone specific… but there was my uncle's crooked nose, and my mentor's strong chin, and my little sister's bright blue eyes. They looked like everyone I'd ever lost, all at once. (?): I'll make you a deal. You help me get out of my reality, and I'll tell you how to escape from yours. Then, we can both run. It-… whatever it is, it will be here soon. Them, it will find its way into your world. We're very close neighbors. Neighbors should help each other, right? It hurt to look at them. It hurt to look away. None of it hurt or scared me as much as that name. For a moment, I watched the empty stage. O5-9: Let's say I believe you. Why exactly do you need me? (?): Well, I don't need you, specifically. I need someone you've got locked in a cage. Revised Journal Entry; Date Unknown. The next day. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. SCP-507, colloquially known as "The Reluctant Dimension Hopper", was brought in under my order. They were escorted into a private containment chamber - one with no cameras, and a very large one-way mirror. 507 sat across a steel table, hands and ankles shackled. I'd had it all arranged immediately after my little heart-attack hiccup. And just before that - before my consciousness had been tossed back through the looking glass - I'd briefly protested that 507 had no control over his abilities. I explained he was just an ordinary person who happened to jump dimensions at random times, to random places. I was assured otherwise. SCP-507: So… uh… something I can do for you, lady? Is this about that pudding cup I stashed last week? I swear, like I told the guard guy, I need that stuff to keep me regular, y’know? I'm just trying to make it easier on your plumbing! So- I spoke the name. It screamed in my mind. It burned on my tongue. It felt like acrid bile leaving my throat, but I spoke it. SCP-507 didn't look pained at all to hear it, though. In fact, his face went slack. His eyes lost their luster. For a moment, I almost believed he’d fainted on me. Then, he moved, sitting up slumped like a limp rag doll jostled in place by a toddler. He spoke, and so much like the performances I'd watched the day before… it wasn't his voice. SCP-507(?): Really. Must you? I was trying to sleep. O5-9: SCP-507? Are you- SCP-507(?): I’m not. Whatever you were about to ask, I’m not that. I’m not 507, or John, anyone else you might guess. O5-9: Then who are you? His arms flopped strangely over his chest, as if he was trying to fold them but couldn't quite pull it off. SCP-507(?): Just a traveler, hitching a ride. Mind not telling John? I'm quite comfortable in here. O5-9: You're a reflection, aren't you? SCP-507(?) laughed. SCP-507(?): So that's what this is about! Goodness me… it's really is close, isn't it? Barely one stop away now. Did you go to see a spooky play? O5-9: Answer the question. SCP-507(?): No. I'm not one of the actors. I've been on stage, though. I’ve been many places, and many things; a reflection, an ocean, a fish and a fisherman. I’ve been a stargazer, a star - an entire sentient universe once or twice! I'm quite good at blending in to the realities I run to… and oh, did I used to run. I ran from that name through countless realities. I became a master of piercing the veil! But it didn't matter. There was no getting away from that name; that thing. It’s always either nipping at your heels, or devouring you whole. It never stops. SCP-507… or the entity living inside him I suppose, curled John's lips up. SCP-507(?): Once, when I was young and stupid, I even tried to stop it. It left me damaged in ways you cannot comprehend. So, instead, I tried to warn people; help them run away too. All that did was give me more friends to lose… and entire civilizations blaming the messenger for the storm… SCP-507(?) laughed again, weaker than before. SCP-507(?): I remember now… Harbinger, they called me… O5-9: But why stop here? SCP-507(?) didn't reply immediately, lost in thought. SCP-507(?): Well… it was a good a place as any. O5-9: I find that extremely hard to believe. SCP-507(?): Aah… you're thinking of running, aren't you? You might as well stick around. All your stuff's here anyway. O5-9: Perhaps. I'd still appreciate the option - and I have a deal to fulfill. Speaking of: you're going to retrieve one of those "actors" for me. In return, I'll let you get back to sleep, and never wake you again. SCP-507(?): Oh really? Pinkie promise? O5-9: I can swear it on that name, if you'd like. SCP-507(?) watched me for a while, staring me dead in the eye. Then, they smiled fully. It almost felt condescending. SCP-507(?): Well… got anyone around here you wouldn't miss? Revised Journal Entry; Date Unknown. The same day. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. D-1989 was brought into the containment cell - after I'd left it, of course. Given the choice, I wouldn't want to be on the same planet as that psychopath, let alone the same room. He was slated for execution in three days. During our last breach he got loose, and took the opportunity to… do things not worth detailing. The end-result was three homicides: two D-Class, and one promising young researcher. I could say for certain I wouldn't miss him. Security officers threw him in, unshackled. They barely had time to shut the door before he was bashing his shoulder into it, screaming obscenities, threatening their families with brutal perversions. Then SCP-507 appeared, legs flopped up over the table. His head lolled to the side, looking into the one-way mirror, speaking both to me and D-1989's reflection. SCP-507(?): Ready for the "ol' switcheroo"? D-1989 bellowed and lunged at him - a man the size of a linebacker, hairless, covered in white supremacist tattoos. I'd have forgiven SCP-507 for flinching. Instead, he reclined and smiled. The moment they made contact, SCP-507 vanished. The containment cell was empty. The mirror showed four people - two sets of twins. D-1989 stood beside himself. SCP-507 still reclined, but another image of him stood behind one of the D-1989 reflections, hand gripping the back of his neck. The lights flickered. Then all was made right; two men, two reflections. D-1989 climbed to his feet, staring at his own hands in disbelief. His reflection, however, looked around frantically. There was just enough time to see his mouth form the words "What the f-" before I blinked, saw a brief flicker of his face in anguish, dragged under a dark veil. A new reflection of the grotesque man appeared just as quickly, mirroring his actions perfectly again. A true actor. D-1989(?): I'm… here. I'm here! Ha- haha! HA HAHA HA HAHAHAHA! SCP-507(?): Mazel tov. It's a coward. D-1989 and SCP-507 stared at each other for a moment. It felt like they might attack each other again. D-1989(?): Funny, hearing you use that word. I've seen every one of your performances. I know what you whisper to yourself late at night when the real John is asleep. SCP-507(?): Oh, don't get me wrong! I am ab-so-lutely a coward too… of a different sort. I've lived with that name, and that eventuality much longer than you, friend. I still sometimes feel the need to run from it. I drag this meat-sack over to the next dimension now and again just to satisfy that cowardly instinct, but I always come back. You know why? Because there is no escape. D-1989(?): I'll find a way. I'll survive. SCP-507(?): Survive to what? Run? Run and run and run for the rest of infinity? I'd rather face the inevitable here, in this cozy little reality, and let it take me. D-1989(?): I hope it takes you first. I hope it comes soon, then takes its time. SCP-507(?) laughed, loudly, hands slapping against his stomach like a drum. He turned to the mirror. SCP-507(?) Ha ha! Deal's done, Overseer! Now don't ever wake me again. I plan to be one of the lucky ones, and go in my sleep. Then he crumpled in his chair like a cut-sting puppet. Now, I was left with the thing that became D-1989. I tapped the intercom button. O5-9: I believe we had a deal? D-1989(?) was still staring at the Dimension Hopper's slumped body. After a good, long while, he turned to me - to the mirror. D-1989(?): You know, a Curtain Call isn't really "the end". You mess up a performance, the Stage Hands pull through the curtain, and after a few millennia you try again. You play a swaying tree, or a snail. You climb your way back up to leading roles. There are no endings for us, though… just the ones we act out… He smiled at me. D-1989(?): Here’s how you escape your reality. Then he reached up, and snapped his own neck. Journal Entry; June 19th, 2021. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. So… that's it, really. That's the situation. More and more SCP-6277 instances are reported each month. Whatever "it" is, it's spreading. The name is clear in my mind now. I can see the shape of it, and the fear is absolute. I know I could say it aloud. I could shout it out to the whole O5 council if I wanted; let it spread and send this world into panic. I want to. I want to warn them all. Or maybe… it wants me to. But there's a drawer full of syringes here. They're all brimming with a powerful amnestic. Below it is another drawer full of those same syringes, only empty. I won't dare count how many. I don't want to know how many times I've chosen to forget all this - only for that name to come floating back up like a rotten corpse in a bog. There's a gun here too; loaded, one bullet. If you're reading this journal, then I must have already made my choice. There's really only one thing left now. What kind of coward will you be? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6277" by T Rutherford, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6277. Licensed under CC-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: SilverScreen3.jpg Name: Reflection Author: ePi.Longo License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Gingerv3.jpg Composite Of: spotlight & Purple Glitter Authors: nicoleec & Michelle Grewe License: CC BY 2.0 & Public Domain Source Link: Flickr & Flickr |
SCP-6277 | uncontained | Journal Entry; June 19th, 2021. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. Also, Level 5 Researcher, Military Strategist, and Olympic Bronze Medal Cross-Country Skier. Ph.D's in Physics, Paraphysics, Thaumaturgical Principles, Applied Anomalous Sciences and Business Administration. IQ 146. And here I am, sitting at this desk like a moron. I don't even know why I sat at this desk, in this ocean of desks, in the depths of furniture storage bay #49. Just this afternoon I’d stood at the zenith of the SCP Overwatch Command - the Site-19 Inner Chamber. But then, I got on a plane, flew out to nowhere Oregon, and strolled right into the depths of Site-133: the least remarkable site in the whole Foundation. We don’t even contain anything here. We use it to store office supplies. Yet here I sit, and I have no idea why. I just know the reason terrifies me. Sitting here, I remember there’s a key in my wallet. I remember it opens the top drawer of this desk. There’s a laptop inside - I remember - and on it was an active article about… ah, right. This again. Item #: SCP-6277 Level 2/6277 Classified SCP-6277 - Figure Center-Right, Unconfirmed Special Containment Procedures: Containment has been deemed impossible at this time. The rate of civilian exposure to SCP-6277 will be tracked through the Foundation Department of Parapsychology. Description: SCP-6277 is a rare phenomenon known to occur when an individual views their own reflection during a critical moment in their life. In these events, the image of one or more dead loved-ones will likewise appear, acting appropriately to the current situation (i.e. clapping during a graduation, dancing during a wedding reception, weeping during a funeral, etc.) No physical counterpart to these reflections has ever been recorded - though the reflections themselves have been confirmed on legitimate forms of media. Reflections will vanish when no longer consciously perceived, or eye contact is broken. While shock, panic, and lasting anxiety has resulted from viewing SCP-6277, the majority of witnesses have reported overall feelings of contentment and/or spiritual fulfillment from experiencing the event. In limited cases where SCP-6277 is observed for a prolonged period, reflections of the dead will be seen attempting to speak. However, in these events, no sound has ever been recorded. DEVICE L1059 DETECTED. DECRYPTION KEY ACCEPTED. WELCOME 05-9. PLEASE VIEW THE FOLLOWING AMNESTIC ANTI-OCCLUSION AGENT ANTI-OCCLUSION AGENT ACTIVATED Journal Entry; June 19th, 2021. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. I opened that image… forty-eight minutes ago. I've just been sitting here, watching 48 missing hours play back in my mind’s eye like high-speed film-strips. Now my nose is bleeding. God do I hate anti-occlusions. Revised Journal Entry; Date Unknown. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. I'd been in my office that particular night. I had seen someone standing behind me, in the mirror. Then, before I could even react, I was somewhere else entirely… I found myself watching a stage-play of my own life. I sat in the audience of an infinite, pitch-black auditorium surrounding a solitary stage. Hanging high above it was a duplicate of the old, oak standing mirror I kept in the corner of my office. It was suspended by nothing, and cast a bright spotlight down onto the scene. My entire office was on that stage, set against a wall of red velvet curtain. Two bundles framed the stage, synched by golden ropes pulling the curtain apart. It was exactly as I’d left it only seconds ago; the beat-up desk chair I refused to throw away, the lumpy clay coffee mug my niece had made, and the sofa too… but only partially. Half of it stood outside the spotlight, and that unlit half seemed to cleanly cut-off into nonexistence. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that the sofa was only partially in view of that corner mirror. Pieces began to connect in my mind. I was there, too… and two. One image of me was high above - as if that old oak mirror had become a one-way looking glass into my world. At least, I assumed it was one-way. She was looking straight in, but didn’t appear at all shocked, as I expect I would be if I saw an endless auditorium inside my mirror. I had to assume she still only saw her own reflection. Then, there was the “me-on-stage”. She was looking into the corner too, but there sat only an oak frame with a flat, white plane inside. The me-on-stage and the me-in-the-mirror turned back to their work in perfect unison - though seen from different angles. It all gave me a phenomenal headache to watch. Someone sitting next to me whispered in my ear. (?): Don’t look away. Instinctively, I disobeyed. I turned my head, but before I could, a hand came to grip my upper arm. It was trembling, and now the voice was too. (?): Please. Don’t look away. You’re about to have a heart attack. And sure enough, as I watched on mortified, both the me-in-the-mirror and the me-on-stage doubled over their desks and collapsed to the floor. No sound came from the mirror above, but the duplicate on stage shrieked for help. Her voice was nothing like mine. Despite that inconsistency, everything else was visually perfect - her movements were exactly as my own, above. It was a twisted, almost voyeuristic experience, watching my own death being performed. (?): Don't be afraid. I can explain exactly- O5-9: Oh yes, could you? This is all fascinating. (?): I- uh… I expected you to be a bit more unsettled by all this. O5-9: Oh, pish. I can't say I've seen something quite so surreal - recently - but it's hardly the most frightening thing I've experienced. (?): About that- A loud "shh!" burst somewhere behind us, and I and my neighbor went silent. Someone approached from stage-right. They were shapeless, featureless, and only barely humanoid; like a cloud of glittering dust in the shape of a person. As they stepped on stage, the shards shifted and spun in bright threads, gathering color, forming into the shape of a man. It was my secretary - Jason. I watched him enter the office with a stack of papers, drop them, and rush to my side. He began shouting into his cellphone with - again - the wrong voice. (?): They expected you to be alone this late at night. O5-9: Who? (?): The person who tried to kill you. O5-9: The- wait, you’re saying- (?): They fail. Your heart only stops for 30 seconds. They manage to revive you, and counteract the poison that was in your coffee. You’ll wake up in the hospital tomorrow morning. Later that day, you apprehend your would-be murderer: a level-3 researcher, and a double agent. O5-9: My my. How do you know all this? (?): I’m the understudy. I know the whole script. O5-9: Of… my life? (?): Incidentally. It’s hardly our fault your world mirrors ours. The Jason-on-stage ran off, shouting at his phone. As he left the spotlight, he dissolved back into shimmering dust. Polite applause rippled out around me. The hand on my arm tightened again. (?): Don’t look away. Don’t even blink. It’s not in the script, but I’m betting one of them will show up soon… Another strange, tinsel specter approached from stage right. Unlike the confident stride of the first being, this one seemed… erratic; uncontrolled. It almost seemed to be fighting itself. It didn’t want to enter the spotlight. But after a few jerky motions, it stepped on stage as my Grandfather. Immediately, boos and hisses erupted from the audience. Fingers dug into my upper arm so tight they nearly bit bone. The me-on-stage was breathing shallow breaths, staring into the corner “mirror”. My grandfather, in this world only, approached her and knelt. He stroked her hair, kindly, as my real Grandfather often did when I was a child. I watched, held my breath, and kept my eyes locked wide. He spoke a name. At least… I think it was a name. Even now, the shape of it eludes me. Trying to say it - aloud or in my mind - feels like touching a bramble of white-hot thorns pressed inside my own skull. The word was pain. The word was horrifying. It felt more real than my own skin and bones. It consumed me with a sudden, overwhelming urge to run. However, My "neighbor" held me down in my seat. They couldn't stop me from blinking. The curtains shifted, and those bundles framing the sides synched by golden ropes… it's then I saw them as they were. They were towering, robed figures. I could just barely make out the shapes of their shrouded faces, high above, with eyes like guiding stars. Red-white tendrils shaped like fish hooks shot out from beneath their cloaks. They snapped around my Grandfathers neck, waist, wrists and ankles. Before my second blink, they dragged him behind the curtain, and the audience gave no cheer or cry. All was silent. O5-9: I'm… no longer fascinated, I think. I'd like to leave now. (?): Wouldn't we all. That one, for example, who just got their Curtain Call… they were quite accomplished, once upon a time. They never missed a line; never a single hair out of place. They performed Presidential speeches practiced in back-room mirrors, and locker-room confessions between young lovers. The Stage Hands there would have never touched them back then. Everyone respected the craft… until we heard the name. O5-9: But what is it? What is this… "name"? (?): A warning, we think. It means something is coming. Once you hear it, you can either run from it… or let it in. Most of us try to give one last shining performance before that happens… even if it's not on the marquee… O5-9: Why-… why did you bring me here? (?): Because I don’t intend to run. I intend to escape. You're going to get me out of here, and into your reality. O5-9: I'm sorry. You want me- (?): Yes. O5-9: To help you - some kind of anomalous mirror creature- (?): Hurtful phrasing, but yes. O5-9: Escape out and run wild in my reality. (?): Y-… well, yes. O5-9: I see. Are you at all aware of my job title? (?): It's exactly why I chose to bring you here, paradoxical as it may seem. Well - sort of brought you here. I've just borrowed your consciousness and popped it into the audience for a moment. You're still having a heart attack right now, back in your reality. Point is, I picked you because the name isn't just some vague, terrifying thing to you. Not you, Grace Hunter, Overseer 9, who pens demons and unweaves apocalypses for breakfast. You can tell how much worse this is. O5-9: How flattering. Now I can be terrified with context. That doesn't explain why I'm here, or why I should help you. (?): Because I need you, and you need me - respectively. I've seen 10,000 performances. I know a great many secrets. For example, as I've demonstrated, I've learned how to borrow a consciousness like yours for the span of a performance. I know a few tricks for transcending dimensions… but I can't do it alone. I turned to face them, then. My pupils practically vibrated. It was like looking at a dozen people at once - a whirlpool of overlapping faces trying to form one coherent visage. They didn't look like anyone specific… but there was my uncle's crooked nose, and my mentor's strong chin, and my little sister's bright blue eyes. They looked like everyone I'd ever lost, all at once. (?): I'll make you a deal. You help me get out of my reality, and I'll tell you how to escape from yours. Then, we can both run. It-… whatever it is, it will be here soon. Them, it will find its way into your world. We're very close neighbors. Neighbors should help each other, right? It hurt to look at them. It hurt to look away. None of it hurt or scared me as much as that name. For a moment, I watched the empty stage. O5-9: Let's say I believe you. Why exactly do you need me? (?): Well, I don't need you, specifically. I need someone you've got locked in a cage. Revised Journal Entry; Date Unknown. The next day. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. SCP-507, colloquially known as "The Reluctant Dimension Hopper", was brought in under my order. They were escorted into a private containment chamber - one with no cameras, and a very large one-way mirror. 507 sat across a steel table, hands and ankles shackled. I'd had it all arranged immediately after my little heart-attack hiccup. And just before that - before my consciousness had been tossed back through the looking glass - I'd briefly protested that 507 had no control over his abilities. I explained he was just an ordinary person who happened to jump dimensions at random times, to random places. I was assured otherwise. SCP-507: So… uh… something I can do for you, lady? Is this about that pudding cup I stashed last week? I swear, like I told the guard guy, I need that stuff to keep me regular, y’know? I'm just trying to make it easier on your plumbing! So- I spoke the name. It screamed in my mind. It burned on my tongue. It felt like acrid bile leaving my throat, but I spoke it. SCP-507 didn't look pained at all to hear it, though. In fact, his face went slack. His eyes lost their luster. For a moment, I almost believed he’d fainted on me. Then, he moved, sitting up slumped like a limp rag doll jostled in place by a toddler. He spoke, and so much like the performances I'd watched the day before… it wasn't his voice. SCP-507(?): Really. Must you? I was trying to sleep. O5-9: SCP-507? Are you- SCP-507(?): I’m not. Whatever you were about to ask, I’m not that. I’m not 507, or John, anyone else you might guess. O5-9: Then who are you? His arms flopped strangely over his chest, as if he was trying to fold them but couldn't quite pull it off. SCP-507(?): Just a traveler, hitching a ride. Mind not telling John? I'm quite comfortable in here. O5-9: You're a reflection, aren't you? SCP-507(?) laughed. SCP-507(?): So that's what this is about! Goodness me… it's really is close, isn't it? Barely one stop away now. Did you go to see a spooky play? O5-9: Answer the question. SCP-507(?): No. I'm not one of the actors. I've been on stage, though. I’ve been many places, and many things; a reflection, an ocean, a fish and a fisherman. I’ve been a stargazer, a star - an entire sentient universe once or twice! I'm quite good at blending in to the realities I run to… and oh, did I used to run. I ran from that name through countless realities. I became a master of piercing the veil! But it didn't matter. There was no getting away from that name; that thing. It’s always either nipping at your heels, or devouring you whole. It never stops. SCP-507… or the entity living inside him I suppose, curled John's lips up. SCP-507(?): Once, when I was young and stupid, I even tried to stop it. It left me damaged in ways you cannot comprehend. So, instead, I tried to warn people; help them run away too. All that did was give me more friends to lose… and entire civilizations blaming the messenger for the storm… SCP-507(?) laughed again, weaker than before. SCP-507(?): I remember now… Harbinger, they called me… O5-9: But why stop here? SCP-507(?) didn't reply immediately, lost in thought. SCP-507(?): Well… it was a good a place as any. O5-9: I find that extremely hard to believe. SCP-507(?): Aah… you're thinking of running, aren't you? You might as well stick around. All your stuff's here anyway. O5-9: Perhaps. I'd still appreciate the option - and I have a deal to fulfill. Speaking of: you're going to retrieve one of those "actors" for me. In return, I'll let you get back to sleep, and never wake you again. SCP-507(?): Oh really? Pinkie promise? O5-9: I can swear it on that name, if you'd like. SCP-507(?) watched me for a while, staring me dead in the eye. Then, they smiled fully. It almost felt condescending. SCP-507(?): Well… got anyone around here you wouldn't miss? Revised Journal Entry; Date Unknown. The same day. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. D-1989 was brought into the containment cell - after I'd left it, of course. Given the choice, I wouldn't want to be on the same planet as that psychopath, let alone the same room. He was slated for execution in three days. During our last breach he got loose, and took the opportunity to… do things not worth detailing. The end-result was three homicides: two D-Class, and one promising young researcher. I could say for certain I wouldn't miss him. Security officers threw him in, unshackled. They barely had time to shut the door before he was bashing his shoulder into it, screaming obscenities, threatening their families with brutal perversions. Then SCP-507 appeared, legs flopped up over the table. His head lolled to the side, looking into the one-way mirror, speaking both to me and D-1989's reflection. SCP-507(?): Ready for the "ol' switcheroo"? D-1989 bellowed and lunged at him - a man the size of a linebacker, hairless, covered in white supremacist tattoos. I'd have forgiven SCP-507 for flinching. Instead, he reclined and smiled. The moment they made contact, SCP-507 vanished. The containment cell was empty. The mirror showed four people - two sets of twins. D-1989 stood beside himself. SCP-507 still reclined, but another image of him stood behind one of the D-1989 reflections, hand gripping the back of his neck. The lights flickered. Then all was made right; two men, two reflections. D-1989 climbed to his feet, staring at his own hands in disbelief. His reflection, however, looked around frantically. There was just enough time to see his mouth form the words "What the f-" before I blinked, saw a brief flicker of his face in anguish, dragged under a dark veil. A new reflection of the grotesque man appeared just as quickly, mirroring his actions perfectly again. A true actor. D-1989(?): I'm… here. I'm here! Ha- haha! HA HAHA HA HAHAHAHA! SCP-507(?): Mazel tov. It's a coward. D-1989 and SCP-507 stared at each other for a moment. It felt like they might attack each other again. D-1989(?): Funny, hearing you use that word. I've seen every one of your performances. I know what you whisper to yourself late at night when the real John is asleep. SCP-507(?): Oh, don't get me wrong! I am ab-so-lutely a coward too… of a different sort. I've lived with that name, and that eventuality much longer than you, friend. I still sometimes feel the need to run from it. I drag this meat-sack over to the next dimension now and again just to satisfy that cowardly instinct, but I always come back. You know why? Because there is no escape. D-1989(?): I'll find a way. I'll survive. SCP-507(?): Survive to what? Run? Run and run and run for the rest of infinity? I'd rather face the inevitable here, in this cozy little reality, and let it take me. D-1989(?): I hope it takes you first. I hope it comes soon, then takes its time. SCP-507(?) laughed, loudly, hands slapping against his stomach like a drum. He turned to the mirror. SCP-507(?) Ha ha! Deal's done, Overseer! Now don't ever wake me again. I plan to be one of the lucky ones, and go in my sleep. Then he crumpled in his chair like a cut-sting puppet. Now, I was left with the thing that became D-1989. I tapped the intercom button. O5-9: I believe we had a deal? D-1989(?) was still staring at the Dimension Hopper's slumped body. After a good, long while, he turned to me - to the mirror. D-1989(?): You know, a Curtain Call isn't really "the end". You mess up a performance, the Stage Hands pull through the curtain, and after a few millennia you try again. You play a swaying tree, or a snail. You climb your way back up to leading roles. There are no endings for us, though… just the ones we act out… He smiled at me. D-1989(?): Here’s how you escape your reality. Then he reached up, and snapped his own neck. Journal Entry; June 19th, 2021. Grace Hunter. Overseer 9. So… that's it, really. That's the situation. More and more SCP-6277 instances are reported each month. Whatever "it" is, it's spreading. The name is clear in my mind now. I can see the shape of it, and the fear is absolute. I know I could say it aloud. I could shout it out to the whole O5 council if I wanted; let it spread and send this world into panic. I want to. I want to warn them all. Or maybe… it wants me to. But there's a drawer full of syringes here. They're all brimming with a powerful amnestic. Below it is another drawer full of those same syringes, only empty. I won't dare count how many. I don't want to know how many times I've chosen to forget all this - only for that name to come floating back up like a rotten corpse in a bog. There's a gun here too; loaded, one bullet. If you're reading this journal, then I must have already made my choice. There's really only one thing left now. What kind of coward will you be? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6277" by T Rutherford, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6277. Licensed under CC-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: SilverScreen3.jpg Name: Reflection Author: ePi.Longo License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Gingerv3.jpg Composite Of: spotlight & Purple Glitter Authors: nicoleec & Michelle Grewe License: CC BY 2.0 & Public Domain Source Link: Flickr & Flickr |
SCP-6278 | keter | Can I take your order? SCP-6278-1 inside the kitchen of SCP-6278. Picture taken 1959. Item #: SCP-6278 Special Containment Procedures: 72nd Street will continue to be monitored by the Foundation. Civilians exiting SCP-6278 are to be monitored as part of the Temporal Displacement Programme, with the possibility of detention, memory alteration and relocation in cases of poor societal integration. Following Incident 6278-2, Foundation staff are no longer able to enter SCP-6278. Alternate methods of detaining SCP-6278-1 are being considered. Description: SCP-6278 is a diner located at 189 72nd Street, Brooklyn, NYC. The diner is identified by a large neon sign saying "Welcome to Marvin's!" across the front entrance. SCP-6278 was first opened in 1949 by Marvin G. Morris (1921-1979), a former carpet salesman and sailor in the US Navy during the Second World War. SCP-6278 closed in 1963 due to a lack of business. No further references to SCP-6278 or 189 72nd Street exist after this point; it is omitted on all maps of the area and not mentioned in deeds of sale, city planning records or legal documents. Despite this, the diner is well-known among residents, and the Foundation has collated several oral reports about SCP-6278 stretching back as far as 1969. The interior of SCP-6278 is reminiscent of a typical American diner of the mid-to-late 1950s. However, visitors to the diner have reported a wide variety of different views from the building's windows, as well as many patrons who reportedly "do not belong". Preliminary Foundation observations have noticed several figures wearing unusual clothing emerging from the building. Addenda: +Exploration Log 6278-1 -Exploration Log 6278-1 Personnel: Agent Angelo Parisi and Junior Agent John Svensson Date: 29/10/2021 <Begin Log> The cameras open on a small, 1950s-style diner. The front of the building is dominated by a large red countertop, with a few people sitting at it. Black-and-white tiles cover the floor, and the room is lit up by several bright lights, including some neon ones on the walls. It is unusually clean. A large window is located to the right, opening onto a street. It is raining hard, and the view from the window is partially obscured. Several photographs can be seen above the window. On the left is a series of tables, with a jukebox in the corner. There are 23 customers, mostly seated at the tables. They are dressed in a wide variety of historical styles, ranging from the 1950s to the early 2010s. The majority are looking at the agents. Behind the bar is a white-haired male in his mid-60s, dressed in a red-and-white apron. He is smiling widely. A baseball bat can be seen hanging above the bar. SCP-6278-1: Welcome to Marvin's! Can I take your order? Agent Svensson: No, th- Agent Parisi: Sure. I'll have an omelette and the, uh, chocolate milkshake. And you, John? Agent Svensson: I- I don't think- Agent Parisi: Don't be rude, now. Agent Svensson: …I'll have a burger. And some water. SCP-6278-1: No problem, sirs, coming right up! The agents take seats at the counter. Agent Svensson: That's not protocol, we shouldn't- Agent Parisi:<hissing> Shut up! One of the patrons - later identified as one Jack Macintyre - turns and looks at Agent Parisi. He is wearing an oversized zoot suit and smoking a cigarette. Macintyre: You Italian? Agent Parisi: Sicilian. What's it to you? Macintyre: Aw, I didn't mean nothin'. Just wondering, that's all. Hey, Marvin, how about those fries? SCP-6278-1: They're coming, Jack, gimme a minute. After half a minute, SCP-6278-1 emerges from the kitchen. He gives Jack a plate of chips before moving back into the kitchen. Agent Parisi: Come here often? Macintyre: Sure, everyone comes to Marvin's. It's, like, a “community hub”, right? A real hot-spot. Agent Svensson: For which community? The conversation quietens. Macintyre: For ours. There is a pause, which is interrupted by Marvin's return with the agents' food. SCP-6278-1: Alright, here we are, folks. Get it while it's hot. Agent Parisi: Thanks. So you're the famous Marvin? SCP-6278-1: That's right! This place here's my pride and joy. Opened it back in '49, can you believe it? But I love it just as much as the day I first laid eyes on the place. Agent Parisi: No doubt. Agent Svensson: Mr. Morris, we were w- Agent Parisi nudges Agent Svensson. SCP-6278-1: …Not many people who know my last name, y'know. Don't think I've told it to too many folks. Certainly none who're here. There is silence in the diner. Agent Parisi: What my…colleague wants to know is how you've managed to collect such a loyal clientele. SCP-6278-1: Folks just like it here. It reminds them of home. I like to provide somewhere warm, somewhere kind, where everybody knows one another. The view outside the window darkens for a moment, before returning to its usual state. SCP-6278-1: But I reckon you know all about that already, am I right? Agent Parisi: …Yeah. More or less. SCP-6278-1: Well. You two seem like a decent enough sort. Several patrons visibly relax. Conversation begins again in the background. SCP-6278-1: Just don't go roughing up any of my clientele, alright? I've got a reputation to maintain. It's not easy, looking after this place. Agent Parisi: No problem. Right, John? Agent Svensson: Yes, uh… we'll see what we can do. There is silence for a while as Agent Parisi eats his omelette. SCP-6278-1 turns to wipe down part of the countertop Agent Svensson: So, uh, how's business? SCP-6278-1: Business? Ah, it's OK. I get by. Always have done. Agent Parisi: Really? I thought you ran into a bit of trouble a while ago. SCP-6278-1: Yeah, I guess. But I came through. It's not so bad now; I can get through one more season, at least. There's always a way. Agent Parisi: Yeah. There's always a way. There is silence as Agent Parisi finishes his omelette, and Agent Svensson takes a few bites of his burger. Agent Parisi: Well, we'll be going now. John'll take the burger to go. Nice meeting you, Marvin. Agent Svensson: Uh - yeah, sure. Nice meeting you. SCP-6278-1: You boys come back now, y'hear? <End Log> +Biographical report on Marvin G. Morris -Biographical report on Marvin G. Morris Morris was born in the town of Rapid Falls in northern Wisconsin in 1921. His father, John Morris (1884-1933), was a carpet salesman from Kenosha, Wisconsin. He married Martha Benvik, of Michigan, in 1910; they had five children in all, of which Marvin was the youngest. Little information exists about Marvin's early life. His school reports describe an entirely average boy, who performed unspectacularly in most subjects, although he did have some degree of mathematical talent and was noted as a strong swimmer. At age 16, he began working in his father's carpet store, the only of the Morris children to do so; the others had all left Wisconsin by this point. His father died in 1938, and Marvin took over the running of the store for the next four years until he enlisted for the US Navy in early 1942. A letter recovered from his older brother Jeb indicates that the family was surprised by this, as Marvin had never shown any kind of patriotic feeling before; it is believed probable that the carpet store was failing at this time, and Marvin consequently needed a different source of income. He performed with distinction aboard the USS Harbinger, receiving the Navy and Marine Corps Medal for unspecified actions during the Battle of Midway. Marvin moved to New York City in 1946, and worked as a sales representative at Woolworths for three years. In 1949, his mother died, and he inherited a large sum of money which he used to establish SCP-6278. In 1953, he married Maisie Hollis, with whom he had two children, Arthur and Martha. Marvin is known to have been an active and engaged member of the local community, serving on a church board and being involved with several charitable foundations. He was particularly known for his lobbying efforts on behalf of the district's homeless population, leading to several confrontations with elected officials. Rumours abounded, however, of his involvement in payoffs and minor corruption; none of these stories were ever confirmed, however. The diner is reported to have done well throughout the 1950s, but a second letter in Jeb's collection indicates financial problems in the early 1960s. The diner closed in 1964; an unsigned bill of sale was found in Marvin's former residence. This is the last known documentation concerning 189 72nd Street. Marvin's later life is obscured. He was apparently working as an employee at another carpet store in 1967, but nothing further is known. Maisie died in 1968 of food poisoning, and Marvin's disappearance was reported by his children in 1970. A death certificate was registered in New Orleans in 1979, but its authenticity is unknown. +Exploration Log 6278-2 -Exploration Log 6278-2 Personnel: Agent Angelo Parisi and Junior Agent John Svensson Date: 04/11/2021 <Begin Log> The agents have just entered the diner. About 14 patrons can be seen in shot, including Jack Macintryre at the counter. The patrons are dressed in a variety of historical clothing, ranging from the late 1940s to the present day. Outside, it is bright and sunny, and the street is quite busy. SCP-6278-1 is deep in conversation with Macintyre. Macintyre: Come on, Marv, let's just go now- SCP-6278-1: Shut- ah, it's John, isn't it? And, uh, I don't think I caught your name? Agent Parisi: It's Angelo, Mr. Morris. Angelo Parisi. SCP-6278-1: Ah, you're Italian? Agent Parisi: Why does everyone here - yes, I'm Italian. Sicilian. That a problem? SCP-6278-1: Not at all, Mr. Parisi. Always got time for the Italians. My mother has some family in Italy. Agent Svensson: Really? I thought her family was Finnish. There is a pause as SCP-6278-1 turns and stares at Svensson. SCP-6278-1: Her father was. Her mother was from Naples. Agent Parisi: I must apologise for my colleague's rudeness. He's still new. SCP-6278-1: I get it. Lotsa turnover with your lot, I imagine. Agent Parisi: Something like that, yeah. Macintyre: Maybe you oughtta get lost. SCP-6278-1: Now, Jack - Macintyre: No, Marv, I've had it with this. You don't let the regular law in here, why do you let these guys? Who are they, anyway? SCP-6278-1: Just folks, Jack. No need to get antsy. Patron: It's alright for you to say, Marv, but you're not - well, we appreciate all that you do for us, but - SCP-6278-1: But nothing, Mike. I say who comes and goes in my own diner, alright? The patron, Mike, glares at SCP-6278-1, then gets down from the counter and moves to a table on the other side of the restaurant. SCP-6278-1: Now, what can I get you gentlemen? Agent Svensson: I'll have a burger and f- Agent Parisi: Actually, I was thinking you could give us an, uh, demonstration. SCP-6278-1: Oh? You want a demonstration? Well, sure, I can give you one of those, no trouble. The windows of the diner darkens. After a moment, the view returns, but the street resembles the mid-1950s; later analysis of the agents' instruments revealed that it had travelled through time. SCP-6278-1: That do ya? Agent Svensson: Fascinating… Agent Parisi: Yeah, quite impressive. How do you do that, exactly? SCP-6278-1: Ah, well, you know - a magician never reveals. Hey, kid, don't look at the window too long. Agent Svensson: Uh, sorry. Why? SCP-6278-1: Just… don't. You'll start to- to congeal. Macintyre: What do you people want to know this stuff for, anyway? Who do you work for? Agent Parisi: We belong to an… organisation, Mr. Macintyre. An organisation that has a vested interest in people like Mr. Morris here. Macintyre: Hey, how'd you know- ah, forget it. You people know everything, right? The spooks? The men in black? Agent Svensson: Not quite. Agent Parisi: But do we know a few things. Agent Svensson: Mr. Morris, can I ask you about the events of 1964? SCP-6278-1: Well, sure, Mr. Svensson. But I don't know what you want me to say. This diner's been here forever; the 60s were a decade like any other. Quite a quiet one, from behind this counter. Always counting change to see if I can survive for one more season. Agent Svensson: Sure. But - well, our records state that your diner went bust in 1964, and yet here it stands. SCP-6278-1: Do they? Well, well. Fancy that. I'm afraid I can't help you there - all I remember about 1964 was that Kennedy was shot. Or was that 63? Agent Parisi: It was 63. SCP-6278-1: Ah, I'm getting old. Things don't come as fast as they used to. Macintyre: Kennedy? That politician from Massachusetts? SCP-6278-1: His son, Jack. Macintyre: Ah. What a future lies in store for me, eh? Agent Parisi: You look about forty, forty-five… must be the mid-1930s for you, right? Macintyre: Not for long! See, I- SCP-6278-1: That's enough, Jack. SCP-6278-1 heads into the kitchen. Jack continues to eat his eggs. Agent Parisi: Say, uh, Jack… Macintyre: Yeah? Agent Parisi: Why do you like this place so much, anyway? Macintyre: Well, it's the company, really. A whole range of folks come through here. Rich, poor, people running, people who want a change… Marvin's is here for them all. He's a good honest fella. Agent Svensson: Honest. Yeah. Macintyre: What's that supposed- Agent Parisi: Nothing, Jack. My colleague just likes to say random words sometimes. You know, like Tourrette's. Macintyre: Whose? Agent Parisi: Never mind. Just don't worry about him. Macintyre: Yeah, easy for you to say. You ever feel like there's a hole underneath you? Everything's being sucked inside, and everyone around you keeps pointing the knives at you. Pushing you closer to the edge. Agent Parisi: Can't say that I do. What kind of hole? Macintyre: …The kind you don't come back from. Macintyre rubs his face and sighs. Macintyre: Look, I gotta be going. Marv. Marv! Marvin appears from the kitchen, carrying a burger. SCP-6278-1: Here you are, Mr. Svensson. Yeah, yeah, Jack, I'll get to it. Marvin sets the burger in front of Agent Svensson. Agent Svensson: So, uh, if this is the 50s, does that mean Maisie is here, Marv? Agent Parisi looks at Agent Svensson, and cocks an eyebrow. Agent Parisi: Good question. Yeah, where's your wife, Marv? How does this time-travel thing work? You shifting through your own personal timestream, or is this place some kind of film, layered on top of the diner's original form? SCP-6278-1: I don't - Maisie- my wife will be at home. With the kids. Agent Parisi: You gonna go and see her? SCP-6278-1: C'mon, you can see where this is going. Of course I can't. Agent Parisi: It was just a question. Agent Svensson: What colour was her hair? Agent Parisi: Another good question. What did your wife look like, Mr. Morris? SCP-6278-1: … I think we're done here. Please leave. Come back tomorrow. The window darkens again, returning to 2021. SCP-6278-1: Please. Agent Parisi: Alright. We'll go for now. Macintyre: Marv, c'mon, she'll be waiting- SCP-6278-1: Shut up! I'll take you there next, Jack! You two, out! Agent Parisi: We're going, we're going. <End Log> +Report by Agent Angelo Parisi on SCP-6278-1 -Report by Agent Angelo Parisi on SCP-6278-1 After two interviews and consultation with Dr. Obadiah, the research team currently has two working theories for SCP-6278-1's motives in the anomalous extension of SCP-6278's existence. The first theory is that SCP-6278-1's actions were motivated by a desire to preserve his failing business. Analysis of SCP-6278-1's life after the diner's closure reveal a man with considerably dimished fortunes and capacity for self-control, leading to the abandonment of his children and a premature death. That SCP-6278-1 would choose to live in the past, at a time when he possessed a degree of wealth and prestige, fits well with the psychological profile prepared by Dr. Obadiah prior to our investigations. The second theory is that SCP-6278-1 is an imposter. His reticence to answer questions relating to his family and his apparent familiarity with individuals from multiple time zones is unusual for someone who supposedly disappeared over 50 years ago. Very little personal information has been given out over the course of our interviews, and his M.O. seems unusual, as he is evidently involved in temporal trafficking. Many questions are raised by these theories, and a great deal of further research is needed, but these at least seem like profitable avenues of inquiry. As per Dr. Obadiah's instructions, we will be pursuing them in future explorations. +Log of community reports of SCP-6278 and SCP-6278-1, compiled by Junior Agent Svensson -Log of community reports of SCP-6278 and SCP-6278-1, compiled by Junior Agent Svensson Reporter & age at time Date and nature of report Information provided Marjorie Cartwright, 63 Police report, 1989 Cartwright, a homeless woman, was arrested on suspicion of drug possession. Cartwright seemed in good spirits, reporting how "Marvin helped me out of a bad place" and had helped her to get "somewhere better." Records show a birth certificate for one Marjorie Cartwright in 2007, who went missing in 2034.1 Anthony Dunstable, 24 Letter to mother, 2006 Dunstable reported being able to visit the year 1999 to "see his father again," thanks to SCP-6278-1. Dunstable's mother subsequently cut off all contact with him, calling him "cruel." Mary le Rou, 76 Testimony at a homelessness charity event, 2015 le Rou described being helped by SCP-6278-1 during her childhood in the 1950s, describing how he managed to get her and her family into a hostel where her father was able to secure employment. She described him as a "community hero", to the cheers of those present. Records show that le Rou's father was killed two months later during an altercation in the hostel. Harold Macintyre, 54 Diary entry, 1993 Macintryre, in an unclear and rambling entry, talked at length about the "paper diner" and the "nothing" he felt there, describing Marvin as "the one who sits and smiles and keeps them dancing, so they don't bring the whole place down." +Incident Log 6278-1 -Incident Log 6278-1 On 15/11/2021, Agent Svensson entered SCP-6278 without authorisation. He turned his microcamera on shortly after entering, stating afterwards that it was for "safety". <Begin Log> It is early evening on an overcast day, and a handful of people are visible outside. The diner is mostly empty, with only five patrons inside. One is sitting at the counter, while the rest are all sleeping at a table. They are all wearing dress common to upper-class New Yorkers in the mid-19th century, except for one of the sleeping men, who is wearing clothing reminiscent of late 18th-century France. SCP-6278-1 is behind the bar, writing something in a notepad. SCP-6278-1: Welcome to Marvin's! Have a seat, Agent Svensson, I'll be right with you. Agent Svensson takes a seat as Marvin heads into the kitchen. A few moments later, the window darkens for a moment, before the view changes to resemble the mid-19th century. Agent Svensson: That's… new. Patron: New? What's new, boy? Agent Svensson: I didn't know SC- er, the diner could go this far back. Patron: Of course it can! It's Marvin's! It's a New York institution. Marvin's is here for everyone, and he always has a warm smile on his face. The patron slides down from the counter, nods to Agent Svensson and leaves the diner. Marvin returns from the kitchen. SCP-6278-1: Oh, is Samuel gone so soon? He's running up a bit of a tab… Agent Svensson: I'd like an omelette, please, Mr. Morris. And some cola. SCP-6278-1: Sure thing, Mr. Svensson, coming right up! Marvin returns to the kitchen. A man - Macintyre - enters the diner and sits at the counter. Agent Svensson: Hello, Jack. Macintyre: Oh, uh - it's you. Hey. Agent Svensson: How've things been? Did you get where you needed to go? Macintyre: Hmm? Oh. Yeah, I did. 1976. Fun place. Agent Svensson: I see. You don't sound too happy about it. Macintyre: Lay off it, alright? There is silence for a few minutes, until Marvin returns from the kitchen with an omelette and a glass of cola. SCP-6278-1: There we are, Mr. Svensson… ah, Jack, good to see you again. Macintyre: It didn't work, Marv. SCP-6278-1: I'm sorry, Jack. Sometimes these things aren't meant to be. Macintyre: I thought she'd… thought she'd want to see me. Thought I could make things right… she just screamed and shut the door… SCP-6278-1: You wouldn't have aged a day, Jack. She'd have been shocked. Forty years is a long time. Macintyre: Forty years is nothing. Forty years is chump-change. Macintyre sighs, and buries his head in his arms. Macintyre: I'll have some fries. To go. SCP-6278-1: Sure thing, Jack. Sure thing. Marvin returns to the kitchen. Agent Svensson moves to the stool next to Jack. Agent Svensson: I'm sorry things didn't go the way you wanted. Macintyre: Thanks. Thanks, man. Hey, where's your other half? Agent Svensson: Oh… he'll be here. Probably. Just something I wanted to check. Macintyre: Oh yeah? More mysteries from the distant future? Agent Svensson: Something like that. Just something that's been bugging me. Macintyre: Well, just be careful, OK? You seem like a nice kid. Don't get too obsessed with this place. Marvin's got a winning smile, y'know? Makes you think all your problems can melt away. But it's like paper over a deep, deep chasm. Marvin emerges from the kitchen and hands some fries wrapped in newspaper to Jack. Macintyre: Cheers, Marv. See ya, kid. Jack leaves the diner. Agent Svensson: So, Marvin… I've been wondering about a few things. SCP-6278-1: Oh? What's that? Agent Svensson: The others, they- they think you're a fraud, or a thief. That you stole the real Marvin's identity for some unknown purpose, or that you have extended this place's lifespan because you couldn't handle losing your business. SCP-6278-1: Hah! Well, now, that just goes to show what you fancy uptown boys know about the real world, doesn't it? You can construct all the clever theories you want, but you don't know jack. Agent Svensson: How do you mean? SCP-6278-1: Well, real men don't take these things lying down, son. Real men get back on their feet! They do something new, something noble! Some great endeavour! Agent Svensson: Then why are you here? There is silence. Agent Svensson: They don't think I should ask you that. They think we should rile you up, keep you uncomfortable. That'll get you to spill something. Cheaper than an interrogation room. They don't think you'll answer simple questions. But I don't think you're like that, Mr. Morris. SCP-6278-1: Careful, now… Agent Svensson: Why are we here? Why are you just letting us sit here and talk to you? Why keep this place open? Is it some delusion about clinging to the past, when your wife was alive and well? And if you're an imposter, why do any of this? It doesn't sound like something a real person would do. None of this sounds real. There is silence as Marvin stares at him. Agent Svensson: I think… I think you need us. You want us here. So you can survive for just one more season. Welcoming us, telling us to come back after we offend you… you're zipping around time - all of time, not just from when your diner opened. Everyone around here sings your praises, and never seems happy. You're not providing any real good, and you don't seem to be doing anything for yourself. Why do this? Why- The door opens, and Agent Parisi walks in. SCP-6278-1: Uh- welcome to Marvin's! Agent Parisi: Hi, John. Agent Svensson: Wh- Angelo? But it's- it's not the right year… Agent Parisi: You need to talk to Team Δt some time. They've got all sorts of tricks. Hi, Marvin. Good to see you. SCP-6278-1: And you, Mr. Parisi. Want another omelette? Agent Parisi: No thanks - I'm full. As is John, here. We were just leaving. Agent Svensson: But- but we can't- Agent Parisi:Now, Agent Svensson. Goodnight, Marvin. SCP-6278-1: G-Goodnight. <End Log> +Report by Agent Parisi on Junior Agent Svensson -Report by Agent Parisi on Junior Agent Svensson As senior agent in the SCP-6278 containment efforts, I'm officially recommending the transfer of Junior Agent John Svensson. Agent Svensson was recommended to us on the basis of several promising field encounters during initial containment of SCP-████, up in Maine. He was calm and competent in a combat situation, and his commanding officer believed he would be good material for further training in the interpersonal and investigatory wing, in order to provide him with a more holistic grasp of a Foundation agent's skillset. SCP-6278 was chosen as a low-risk anomaly where he could "cut his teeth", so to speak. However, his actions have demonstrated a failure to live up to Foundation professionalism. Our agreed upon strategy, based on Dr. Obadiah's preliminary psychological profile of SCP-6278-1, was to ask probing, off-kilter questions in an effort to disconcert and confuse him, hoping to catch him off his guard. While this did not yield as many results as expected, Agent Svensson's actions did not help. He was initially too inflexible when it came to protocol in an unexpected situation, before later asking a series of questions and taking an approach that was not part of our broad strategy. Incident 6278-1 has demonstrated conclusively that Agent Svensson lacks the temperament for this kind of work. He made an unauthorised visit to SCP-6278 last night, revealing key parts of our strategy to SCP-6278-1 in a clumsy attempt to get information. He continues to pursue leads non-congruent to our current approach, with little regard for the avenues his side-investigations may close for our primary investigations. Additionally, last week's discovery of an NYPD cold case from 1945 concerning the body of Jack Macintyre had a particularly startling effect on Agent Svensson. He seemed taken aback, becoming withdrawn and sullen during work hours, negatively impacting morale across the team. The uncertain circumstances of Macintryre's death naturally had an impact on all of us, but not nearly to the extent seen in Svensson. In short, I am recommending his immediate transfer back to Maine. We wish him well, but do not feel he is suited for this type of fieldwork. +Incident Log 6278-2 -Incident Log 6278-2 On 10/12/2021, the day before his scheduled departure for Maine, Agent Svensson used his still-valid credentials to gain access to SCP-6278. He was inebriated at the time, but turned his microcamera on shortly after entering. <Begin Log> The camera shows SCP-6278 at night. It is very late, and the street outside is empty; a single flickering streetlight is visible. Two Native American men wearing Lenape clothing from the late 16th century are heading towards the door, leaving shortly afterwards. There are no other patrons. Marvin can be seen behind the counter, cleaning a glass. SCP-6278-1: Welcome t- oh. Agent Svensson. I'm - I'm afraid we're closed right now. Agent Svensson: Yeah, I know. You gonna - heh - gonna call the cops on me, Marv? SCP-6278-1: …I don't think so, Mr. Svensson. I think you oughtta sit down. Agent Svensson: Yeah. Yeah, good idea. Agent Svensson sits at the countertop. Without taking his eyes off him, SCP-6278-1 takes a slice of cheesecake from a display counter and places it in front of Agent Svensson. SCP-6278-1: Here you are. Something to help you so- uh, well, something that might help. Agent Svensson: Cheers, Marv. You're a decent sort, you know that? None of them believe it, but I do. SCP-6278-1: Well, that's- that's real nice to hear, Mr. Svensson. Agent Svensson starts eating the cheesecake. SCP-6278-1 slowly starts eating the cake. Agent Svensson: So I'll tell you what I think. SCP-6278-1: Ah, God… Agent Svensson: I keep going over it over and over again. Why here? What's here that you want? You don't seem like too much of a sentimental guy. Why take this place out of time, why stop it from showing up on any documents? Agent Svensson takes a bite of cheesecake, chews it and swallows. Agent Svensson: So I got to thinking. None of your motives make sense, unless… unless you're not the one who took it out of time. You just reclaimed it when it was all gone. SCP-6278-1: You're a smart kid. You don't need to keep going down this rabbit hole. Agent Svensson: Don't I? Whatcha gonna do, old man? Watch me. Watch me fucking soar. The window darkens. When it emerges again, it opens on a wooded area. A distant plume of smoke can be seen in the difference. Agent Svensson: When's this, then? Which era is this? Which time are you gonna ply me with now? SCP-6278-1: 1587. Before this place was anything. Agent Svensson: Ah, I see! Showing me the sights, eh? Agent Svensson gets up and walks to the window. He looks at the photos over the top. They show groups of people from several centuries, mostly smiling. Some are wearing fashions unfamiliar to Foundation historians. Agent Svensson: Your whole smiling crew. You let anyone who wants to come in here do so. To share, exchange, leave again… you're a good guy. Always looking out for people. But you don't seem to care about how happy they end up being. Where their bodies end up. Keeping everyone happy and dancing so they don't see what's beneath… Svensson takes a photo from the wall. It shows an unsmiling Jack sitting at the counter. Agent Svensson: I wonder if you're trying to do something good, Marv. I wonder if you found a way to shove your diner back into the hole it left behind because, without it, there was a hole. A hole in time, in reality. A hole in what you believed was real. The window darkens again. A faint, dark sludge can be seen congealing at the corners. Agent Svensson: A hole, that could contain anything… and what did you do? You papered over the problem. Just keep it together. Keep them smiling. Keep them singing your praises, too, because that's what you a- The camera is suddenly jerked out of Svensson's uniform, and hits the floor some feet away. SCP-6278-1 is hitting him over the head with the baseball bat from over the bar. He does this several times, before he stops, breathing heavily. SCP-6278-1: God, I… SCP-6278-1 drops the bat. He is crying. SCP-6278-1: Can't let them know. Can't let anyone know. SCP-6278-1 sits at the counter, breathing heavily. After several minutes, he gets up, grabs Svensson's body and drags it to the door. SCP-6278-1: Just for one more season, until you can find a way to make it stop… SCP-6278-1 pushes Svensson's body out of the diner. He goes into the kitchen, comes out with a mop, and spends half an hour cleaning the blood from the floor of the diner. He returns to the kitchen, emerging again after a few minutes in clean clothes. He checks the area where Svensson was killed carefully, but does not see the microcamera. He closes his eyes for several seconds, before returning to the counter. The view outside the window changes to the early 1960s. He suddenly smiles, and the door opens. SCP-6278-1: Welcome to Marvin's! Can I take your order? The feed cuts out. <End Log> Footnotes 1. With thanks to my contact in the Temporal Division for this information. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6278" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6278. Licensed under CC-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-6279 | euclid | FOUNDATION TERMINAL MOBILE DATABASE ACCESS ____________________________________________ > boot SCP-EPD BOOT SEQUENCE INITIATED… TERMINAL BOOTED. ESOTERIC PRESERVATION DEPARTMENT INPUT COMMANDS BELOW: > login a.ranieri LOGGING IN… PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD. > pass coda_dello_scorpione LOGGING IN… LOGGED IN. WELCOME, Dr. Antony Ranieri. YOU HAVE 0 NOTIFICATION(S). > access casefile_6279 ACCESSING CASEFILE 6279… OPEN IN EDIT OR VIEW MODE? > view mode OPENING IN VIEW MODE. NOW DISPLAYING FILE… FILE DISPLAYED. THERE ARE 15 DOCUMENTS AVAILABLE. OPEN ALL? > open all OPENING DOCUMENTS… ► Carlo Giordani - c. 1985 ▼ Carlo Giordani - c. 1985 ► Milan Newspaper - Nov. 22nd 1987 ▼ Milan Newspaper - Nov. 22nd 1987 ► Police Telephone Records ▼ Police Telephone Records REGISTRO TELEFONICO DELLA POLIZIA CARLO GIORDANI a (ISPETTORE) ENZO VASTA [INIZIO REGISTRO] V: Chi è? G: It's Giordani. V: Ah, Carlo. Habit of calling me during work hours, eh? G: (laughter) Promise it's important. V: Sure. By the way, I saw your handiwork this morning; it's nothing less than frontpage. G: Of course. It's what he deserved. V: Hm? G: I had to petition Dario to let me on it… he was going to give it to that bastard Secuzzo. V: You never liked him. G: Of course! He writes like a pig and his article—how do I put it? His article would be making sweet, sweet love to the last page of the Corriere! How disgraceful. V: Okay, okay, I understand. But why bother me with this? G: Ah… you see… V: Carlo. What is it. G: Can you fax me the files for the last several murders? V: The cat out of the bag. You know I cannot. G: Enzo, how long have you known me? or Ruggero? V: It is not about you. I cannot just fax files to every journalist that asks for it. G: Enzo… V: No. The captain will have my badge. Not to mention these government officials that have been about—the ones doing the investigation. G: They carabinieri? V: Not the carabinieri type, they are dressed different. G: Then to hell with them! I came to you because I think I have a lead. V: What have you got that the investigators do not? G: I've been working on it in my spare time but anything from me is conjecture. You know, I managed to talk to Nastasha— V: You did? She did not speak a word to us… G: Because you don't know her as well. Plus you're a cop. V: You are not much better. G: Just give me a shot Enzo. If it pans, it pans; if not I'll be the first to let you know—before anything happens. V: Not one word of this? G: As always. V: Send it over in English. Good luck. [FINE REGISTRO] ► Recording No.1 (C. Giordani) ▼ Recording No.1 (C. Giordani) Carlo here. Recording so that boss of mine doesn't think I'm taking a useless tour around town. Talked to Nastasha—gave her Enzo's number in case—and confirmed what the rest have been doing. So far all of them have seen that movie, that recent horror one, then get immediately caught up on some wild goose chase… which they never return from. The police have this information. Enzo's fax said as much. Even if they couldn't confirm it with the most recent victim, why haven't they investigated? Two is a coincidence—three is a pattern. I could be onto something big. ► Theatrical Poster - 198X release ▼ Theatrical Poster - 198X release ► Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #51 (ENG.) ▼ Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #51 (ENG.) INT. - DI SANZA'S HOUSE - NIGHT The living room is devoid of life. A sickly yellow permeates the room from the chandelier, which we pan to: Di Sanza is hung up on it, bloodied, dead. ████████ drags Mrs. Crenshaw in from the foyer area, an ice pick in IT's other hand. She struggles to hit ████████, but she receives a stab to the stomach for her troubles. ᵢₜ strings her up on the chandelier, adjacent to Di Sanza. Crenshaw is crying. ᵢₜ laughs. ████████ ʸᴼᵁ ᶠᴼᴼᴸᴵˢᴴ ᴹᴱᴰᴰᴸᴱᴿ ████████ tears her shirt off and stabs her in the torso. ᵢₜ laughs. ████████ ᴿᴱᵀᴿᴵᴮᵁᵀᴵᴼᴺ ᶠᴼᴿ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵁᴺᴱᴿᴿᴵᴺᴳ ᶜᵁᴿᴵᴼˢᴵᵀʸ ████████ stabs her. ᵢₜ laughs. ████████ ʸᴼᵁ ˢᴱᴱᴷ ᴷᴺᴼᵂᴸᴱᴰᴳᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ˢᴱᴱᴷ ᴵᴺᶠᴼᴿᴹᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ ████████ stabs her. ᵢₜ laughs. ████████ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵁᴺᴰᴱᴿˢᵀᴬᴺᴰᴵᴺᴳ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴾᴬⱽᴱ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴬ ᴳᴿᴱᴬᵀᴱᴿ ᴾᵁᴿᴾᴼˢᴱ ████████ stabs her. Crimson trickles down her stomach. Mrs. Crenshaw's eyes falter, starting to glass over. Her blood-filled mouth sputters. MRS. CRENSHAW WHY ████████ ᴵ ᴬᴹ ᴺᴼᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴬᴿᴮᴵᵀᴱᴿ ᴼᶠ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᶠᴱᴬᴿ ᴼᶠ ᵢₜ MRS. CRENSHAW WHY WHY ᵂᴴʸ ᵂᴴʸ ᵂᴴʸ ᵂᴴʸ Mrs. Crenshaw's pupils dilate. The camera pans out as ████████ leaves, almost 'floating' away. We can still hear Crenshaw's crying. We hold the shot as we… CUT TO: > create file SCP-6279 WARNING! FILE HAS ALREADY BEEN CREATED… OVERWRITE FILE? > overwrite DRAFTING SCP-6279: ---------------------------- Item #: SCP-6279 Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-6279 is the Italian film Una morte per lo sciacallo (A Death for the Jackal). Its anomalous properties ---------------------------- > save draft SAVING… SAVING… DRAFT SAVED. > resume 09 DOCUMENTS REMAINING. OPENING DOCUMENTS… ► Recording No.2 (C. Giordani) ▼ Recording No.2 (C. Giordani) Carlo here. I attended the film, same day and time as the others… it wasn't that bad of a film. Mostly unfortunate targets plucked out from the crowds to get killed. The names in the movie seemed familiar, but I—er—couldn't place them exactly. It's not like I've ever heard of its director, Aldila, but I haven't been in Italy for too long after all. More importantly; there was a photograph taped under the seat. I don't know what made me check that or how ᴵᵀ could've gotten there—one of the most popular movies of 1984 and always in theaters? The theater's cleaned every showing. It's not practical or smart of me to trace random photos but it's a start. Nastasha mentioned something about photographs as well. Is this what Ruggero did? How did he end up so… twisted? Mangled? The next stop to the answer is Castle Sforzesco, then. ► Polaroid #1 ▼ Polaroid #1 ► Public Call, Castle Sforzesco ▼ Public Call, Castle Sforzesco ████████ a CARLO GIORDANI [INIZIO REGISTRO] G: Who is this? █: ˢᴱᴿᴵᴬᴸ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴿ ᵀᴱᴿᴿᴼᴿᴵᶻᴱˢ ᴹᴵᴸᴬᴺ… ᶠᴵᶠᵀᴴ ⱽᴵᶜᵀᴵᴹ ᴮᴿᵁᵀᴬᴸᴸʸ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴰ… ᵀᴴᴼˢᴱ ᵂᴱᴿᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᵂᴼᴿᴰˢ ᵀᴼᴰᴬʸ G: What? Who are you? █: ᴵ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᴷᴵᴸᴸᴱᴰ, ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ, ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴷᴵᴸᴸ ᴬᴳᴬᴵᴺ G: No—you're joking. █: ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴼᴼᴸˢ ᴬᴿᴱ ˢᵁˢᴾᴱᶜᵀᴸᴱˢˢ G: Just shut up. █: ʸᴼᵁ ˢᴵᵀ ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴷᴺᴼᵂᴸ⁻ G: Shut up. █: ⁻ᴱ ᴼᶠ ᴺᴼᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬᵀ⁻ G: Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. █: ⁻ᴾᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ˢᴼᴹᴱᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ⁻ G: SHUT UP! █: ⁻ᵀ ᴼᶠ ᴰᴱᴬᵀᴴᴸᴱˢˢ ᶜᵁᴿᴵᴼˢᴵᵀʸ G: That's it. I'm hanging up, alright? Next time keep your bad jokes to yourself. █: ʸᴼᵁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴬ ᶠᴼᴼᴸ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ G: […] █: ᴬ ᶠᴸʸ ᶜᴬᵁᴳᴴᵀ ᴵᴺ ᴬ ᵂᴱᴮ G: …you're serious, aren't you? █: ʸᴼᵁ ᴰᴱᴹᴬᴺᴰ ʸᴼᵁ ᵀᴴᴿᴱᴬᵀᴱᴺ ʸᴱᵀ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱᴺᴰ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴼᶠ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴼᵂᴺ ᴬᶜᶜᴼᴿᴰ G: You know nothing about me. █: ᴵ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᶜᴴᴼᴼˢᴱ ʸᴼᵁ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ᶠᴼᴿ ˢᴬᴸⱽᴬᵀᴵᴼᴺ G: Prove it, then. You won't. You can't. █: ᵀᴴᴱᴺ ᵀᵁᴿᴺ, ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᵀᵁᴿᴺ ᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ G: Unbelievable. [...] G: (shouting) Hey, are… are you alright? Sei ferito? Help! Help, someone's dying here, please, get— [incomprehensible] █: ⁽ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵗᵉʳ⁾ [FINE REGISTRO] ► Recording No.3 (E. Vasta) ▼ Recording No.3 (E. Vasta) I forbid it. Absolutely not. Enzo, please, I ca— You very much can! In fact I am ordering you to, Carlo. You are in over your head. I told you I would let you know when things happened. So a man being gutted open like a fish next to your social call is a "thing"? I called the police as soon as I could… what more could I have done for him? Stitch him up right there? Drop the story. You know I can't. What is stopping you? Your life is at stake, you could have been killed no less than five times in the last seven hours, and yet you still persevere with this? It's been a week! I've started, Enzo, you've seen my work. Once I'm on something I see ᵢₜ to the end. I can't let some murderer roam the streets, not when I have a lead. Leave the new polaroid alone. Your "lead" is only there because he is letting you follow him! You are his next victim. He has called every single number available to you. Over. Let the police handle it. Go home and get some rest. Look. I'll write up what I have so far and I'll see what I can put on it. I'll send it your way once I'm done, then we can talk about it, okay? Your obsession with documenting the ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ will end you sooner than you think. > edit SCP-6279 DRAFTING SCP-6279: ---------------------------- Item #: SCP-6279 Special Containment Procedures: N/A All non-curated copies of 6279 are to be destroyed. Cover Story Y71 ("Lost Media") is to be disseminated to prevent any investigation by the general public. SCP-6279 is not to be fully viewed under any circumstance. Description: SCP-6279 is the Italian film Una morte per lo sciacallo (A Death for the Jackal). Its anomalous properties (?) SCP-6279-1 is an entity appearing in both 6279 and as a construct in physical reality. It is unconfirmed whether this was due to anomalous psychosomatic behavior affected by the public's viewing of 6279, or if 6279 was a rudimentary attempt by 'Ramiro Aldila' (pending PoI status) to contain SCP-6279-1. 6279-1 is also referred to as both "████████" and "ᵢₜ" in 6279. ---------------------------- > save draft SAVING… SAVING… DRAFT SAVED. > resume 05 DOCUMENTS REMAINING. OPENING DOCUMENTS… ► Polaroid #2 ▼ Polaroid #2 ► Milan Opera House c. 1986 ▼ Milan Opera House c. 1986 ► Recording No.4 (C. Giordani) ▼ Recording No.4 (C. Giordani) ᴵ am here. I am afraid there is not yet enough knowledge in my brain to fully understand. I am tired and I am tired and I am so close to figuring out it all. I dictate this because I have come to the realization that this small red box is my mind. There are two people here. Me and ████████ and I fear that I will lose to ████████. Carlo was a fool and so are they. Yet again. I do not know how much longer I will be able to push ████████ back but the bigger threat is ᵢₜ. The me occupying me is not ᵢₜ but ᴵᵀ is a part oF ᵢₜ. ᴵᵀ ᶜᵃᴸᴸˢ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴹᴱ i am sorry for god's sake let me go peacefully please let me go why let please please please please please i am carlo giordani i am giordani i am giordani who a re giordani giordani giᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ᶦᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ᶜʰᶦ è ᵍᶦᵒʳᵈᵃⁿᶦ ► Public Call (N. Di Sanza) ▼ Public Call (N. Di Sanza) Nastasha Di Sanza <—-> Enzo Vasta [BEGIN LOG] VASTA: Chi è? DI SANZA: Hello… is this Inspector Enzo Vasta? VASTA: Yes, this is him. Who is on the line? DI SANZA: You do speak English… VASTA: I do. Who is this again? DI SANZA: This is Nastasha. I am the wife of… the most recent victims of that horrible murderer. VASTA: I do not recall them having a relative. Who gave you this number? DI SANZA: He claimed to be a friend of yours, he told me to let you know if anything happened. I received a polaroid in the mail… one like my husband had? VASTA: Ma'am, I do not give out my police phone number to simply anyone. Who is this friend that gave it to you? DI SANZA: A friendly man, by the name of Carlo Giordani. I have not seen him in a week, I thought you might be able to contact ʰᶦᵐ? VASTA: I know no Carlo Giordani. [END LOG] ► Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #104 (ENG.) ▼ Una morte per lo sciacallo, Scene #104 (ENG.) INT. - GIORDANI'S FLAT - NIGHT The kitchen is eclipsed in blues and blacks. A beam of light streaks across the eyes of the journalist, who is looking for a crumpled newspaper. He finds it on the wood table. Shaking, he brings it up to the light in an attempt to read the headline, not noticing ████████ approaching behind him with an electric drill. We see the headline: 'SERIAL KILLER TERRORIZZA MILANO!' The journalist frantically scans the bottom left of the newspaper. There is no name. ████████ turns on the drill. ████████ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴺᴼᵀ ᶠᴵᴺᴰ ᴬᴺʸᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ JOURNALIST IMPOSSIBLE… THESE ARE MY WORDS… I WROTE THESE ███R████ ʸᴼᵁ ᴸᴵᴱ ᵀᴼ ˢᴬᵀᴱ ʸᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴬᴺᴵᶜ JOURNALIST WHO ARE ʸᴼᵁ? ███R████ ᴬᴸᴸ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ʸᴱᵀ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴼᴺᴰᴱᴿˀ █I█R████ ᴵ ᴬᴹ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴬ ᴴᴬᴿᴮᴵᴺᴳᴱᴿ JOURNALIST NO. NO! ᵂᴴᴼ ARE ʸᴼᵁ? █I█R████ ʸᴼᵁ ᴬᴿᴱ ᴬ ᶠᴼᴼᴸ █I█RD███ lunges at the journalist and pins him down. █I█RD███ forces the drill closer… closer… A fountain of blood. The drill penetrates the forehead of the journalist. He convulses for several seconds until he is still. ᵢₜ laughs. █I█RD█N█ takes the drill, still activated, and points it at ʰᶦˢ own forehead. A moment. Blood. The hole in ʰᶦˢ forehead widens, and laughs. ᵢₜ laughs. Brain matter and bone fragments coat the drill and the floor. █I█RD█N█ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ… GIORDANI ᴵ ᴬᴹ ʸᴼᵁ > edit SCP-6279 DRAFTING SCP-6279: ---------------------------- Item #: SCP-6279 Special Containment Procedures: All non-curated copies of 6279 are to be destroyed. Cover Story Y71 ("Lost Media") is to be disseminated to prevent any investigation by the general public. SCP-6279 is not to be fully viewed under any circumstance. Description: SCP-6279 is the Italian film Una morte per lo sciacallo (A Death for the Jackal). Its anomalous properties occur when a subject views 6279 in full. The subject — designated 6279-A — will then be targeted by 6279-1. ᴵᵀ will lure -A using either relations to previous victims or the compulsion to understand the actions or identity of 6279-1 before terminating the -A instance. SCP-6279-1 is an entity appearing in both 6279 and as a construct in physical reality. It is unconfirmed whether this was due to anomalous psychosomatic behavior affected by the public's viewing of 6279, or if 6279 was a rudimentary attempt by 'Ramiro Aldila' (pending PoI status) to contain SCP-6279-1. 6279-1 is also referred to as both "████████" and "ᵢₜ" by 'HARBINGER' in 6279. It is unknown what "ᵢₜ" is referring to, but ᵢₜ is theorized to be the cause of 6279-1's actions as well as a possible 'hive-mind' of collected consciousnesses of -A victims. ---------------------------- > save draft SAVING… SAVING… DRAFT SAVED. > submit draft SUBMIT FILE TO MAIN DATABASE? > confirm SUBMITTING… SUBMITTING… ERROR SUBMITTING FILE. DISPLAYING ERROR REASON: You have 02 unopened documents. Please read all documents before closing casefile and ˢᵘᵇᵐᶦᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ. > resume -[cmd]:safe-mode ⁰² DOCUMENTS REMAINING. OPENING DOCUMENTS… ► ᶜᴬᴿᴸᴼ ᴳᴵᴼᴿᴰᴬᴺᴵ ▼ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴸʸ ᶠᴸᵁᵀᵀᴱᴿˢ ʸᴱᵀ ► ᴬᴺᵀᴼᴺʸ ᴿᴬᴺᴵᴱᴿᴵ ▼ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴱᴮ ᴿᴱᴹᴬᴵᴺˢ ᵀᴬᵁᵀ > -[cmd]:deploy countermeasures DEPLOYING COUNTERMEASURES… COUNTERMEASURES ᶠᴬᴵᴸᴱᴰ. > -[cmd]:deploy v-mem-ahaz DEPLOYING VIRAL MEMETIC ANTI-HAZARD… ANTI-HAZARD ᶠᴬᴵᴸᴱᴰ. ʸᴼᵁ ᴾᴸᴬʸᴱᴰ ᵂᴱᴸᴸ, ᴿᴬ█ᴺ██ᴿᴵ ᵇᵁᵀ ᵢₜ ᴴᵁᴺᴳᴱᴿˢ > -[cmd]:delete file SCP-6279 > -[cmd]:revert-to original REVERT TO ORIGINAL FILE? THIS CANNOT BE UNDONE. > -[cmd]:revert -[perm]:admin REVERTING… REVERTING… REVERSION COMPLETE. ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ʸᴼᵁ ᵂᴬᴸᴷ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᴹʸ ᴾᴬᴿᴸᴼᴿ? ACCESSING SCP-6279… NOW DISPLAYING FILE… FILE DISPLAYED. FILE SCP-6279: ---------------------------- SAID THE ˢᴾᴵᴰᴱᴿ TO THE ᶠᴸʸ, TIS THE PRETTIEST LITTLE PARLOUR THAT EVER ʸᴼᵁ DID SPY; THE WAY INTO ᴹʸ PARLOUR IS UP A WINDING STAIR, AND ᴵ HAVE MANY CURIOUS THINGS TO SHOW WHEN ʸᴼᵁ ARE ₜₕₑᵣₑ ---------------------------- > logout ᵃ. ʳᵃⁿᶦᵉʳᶦ LOGGING OUT… LOGGING OUT… ERROR! ᴾᴿᴼᶠᴵᴸᴱ NOT FOUND ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6279" by JackalRelated, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6279. Licensed under CC-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-6280 | safe | AWeirdBird Author page to come soon, hopefully, maybe. Meanwhile you can check: My memecon entry SCP-6803 True Earth My VKTM article SCP-5428 101 Life Hacks With Eleonor Or my haunted house story SCP-6808 This Cancer Within Me NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following object is being currently subjected to experimentation, sponsored by the Educational Research Grant Program. As such, the information within is to be considered outdated. Expect an update within the near future. For further information contact the Eduskip Division. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA ITEM #: SCP-6280 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK ITEM: SCP-6280 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6280 is secured within a low-priority storage locker in Site-77. The object shall remain inside a fully opaque envelope at all times, except during testing. Description: SCP-6280 is an object with a strong memetic effect, which influences human perception on a highly individual basis. The object is described differently by all observers; in some cases even a single individual may give conflicting descriptions if exposed to the object more than once. As a result, the exact physical properties of SCP-6280 are unknown. For example, any attempt to record its size results in conflicting measurements, even if taken at the same time and with identical equipment. The one exception is the composition of the object, which has remained consistent every time it has been analyzed. Therefore, it has been deemed that SCP-6280 consists of the following: A canvas, which has been recorded to be anywhere between 5x7 cm and 32x48 cm in size. Oil paint, which has been applied to said canvas. There has been, however, no consistency in the identified pigments. As such, it can be assumed the object is a painting. This is an assumption which matches all descriptions reported by observers. The contents of said painting are, however, likewise dependent on individual perception. Subjects report a wide array of art styles, techniques, and color palettes. Despite this, all observers agree that the painting is in a state of incompletion. The object has a weak compulsion which causes observers to become interested in examining it with care. During this process, observers may begin experimenting foreign thoughts which interject their own inner thought process. These manifest as sentences in either Dutch, French or broken German. This effect occurs even for subjects who do not possess an active inner speech, and these subjects will be capable of understanding the thoughts despite not speaking said languages. Observers will also not recognize these thoughts as foreign until they have ceased looking at the object. The memetic effects of SCP-6280 can, in some cases, extend to items which are perceived as linked to the object. Most notably, if the object is displayed next to a museum label, the contents of said label will likewise be perceived idiosyncratically. This effect ceases as soon as the subject stops simultaneously observing both the label and SCP-6280. Therefore, no exact information such as title or year of publication can be obtained by this approach. The one exception is authorship, as the object will invariably be attributed to Dutch painter Johannes Van Hedel.1 Addendum SCP-6280.1 - Experimentation Samples: The following is a list of different interpretations of SCP-6280, as perceived by observers. A CRD (Cognitive Recording Device) was used to document each subject's individual perception of the object, as well as the thoughts that manifested during exposure. Said thoughts were accordingly translated. Test #0005 Date: March, 1976 Supervising researcher: Dr. John Brooks Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Lady by the Canal (1874) Musée d'Orsay, Paris Manifested Thoughts: “The sunlight shines softly through the canopies of the trees. The wind blows delicately as spring begins. And the water in the harbor glimmers like a million stars. Am I capturing any of this beauty? I think it's acceptable, but… what would Monet think of it?” “Something isn't right, it needs more work. I think it's the reflections? Maybe? Yes, yes that's it! My brush strokes do not portray the simple beauty of the sunset over the lake, not yet.” “This painting will make me popular.. I- I hope it will… I… It doesn’t have to. It's just… It’s my first show. I want to make sure I’ve got… it. Whatever it is." Test #0006 Date: April, 1976 Supervising researcher: Dr. John Brooks Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Self-Portrait after the Dance (1906) Fin-de-Siècle Museum, Brussels Manifested Thoughts: “I’ve never felt more invigorated, more free. We danced and danced for hours in a pure celebration of human physicality. And he, he smiled at me… Here I am, at last, in the city where art is born. I am ready to finally be happy.” “It’s not bold enough. I’m not sure what I am doing wrong but… I will figure it out. I know I will. Maybe it's not the movement, maybe it's the colors. It needs more vibrant colors. Yes! I will try that next.” “I had never tried painting myself. I'm not sure how to feel about the result. It doesn't look right.” Test #0009 Date: December, 1999 Supervising researcher: Dr. Amanda Ward Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Vase of Tulips (1909) Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía, Madrid Manifested Thoughts: “Nothing like a meeting with my colleagues. We all painted the tulips I gave to Olivier. So many varying points of view, but all so beautiful. I wish I could somehow imprint this moment in a single piece of never-ending complexity… huh… I may be overthinking this a little.” “Marcel said this current is dead, that we have to move on to the next big thing. I try to break down his thoughts, but I simply cannot understand him. Art is simply expression, it's timeless.” “I just… want to make a piece that someone else finds important. Make them feel… something. What I felt the first time I visited a gallery.” Test #0011 Date: August, 2017 Supervising researcher: Dr. Amanda Ward, Jr. Researcher Elin Miller Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Drought (1921) Nasjonalgalleriet, Oslo Manifested Thoughts: “Armand said this one is too dark, too brooding. The critics will bash it, the public won't buy it. What I hate most is… he is right. Why must we be bound by these chains?” “The darkness in the corner of this room, it feels familiar.” “It's not good enough yet, why can't I make it work? Mom said I had talent. Did she… did she lie to me? Why?” Test #0034 Date: January, 2018 Supervising researcher: Dr. Amanda Ward, Jr. Researcher Elin Miller Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Fragments of a Drowning (1938) Centre Pompidou, Paris Manifested Thoughts: “I cannot stop thinking about that dream. The faces in the fog, the tears from the sky, the frozen storm. It had not visited me since the great war, but now, it visits me every night. I wonder what that says about me?” “Why can't I focus? Am I too over my head? Should I give up now? I feel like I’m becoming undone. A million pieces of me yet they are all dark, cold and dead.” “Please, someone. Anyone. Does this piece mean anything to you?” Test #0048 Date: July, 2021 Supervising researcher: Jr. Researcher Elin Miller Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Shapes in Descent (1933) Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam Manifested Thoughts: “The trumpets cry gray melodies upon the sky. Up and down, down, down. My soul. This piece could use some color, but my mind only thinks in monochrome now.” “What even are we? Just a collection of sights and sounds. We made up a reality out of pretty colors. Maybe… maybe it’s just me. Maybe I don't fit into this composition." “Is that the frozen clock, or just another image filling the void within my heart. Tick tock. Three weeks with not one brush stroke. A couple smears and the piece would be done. But I know, three more weeks shall pass, and then some.” Test #0051 Date: July, 2021 Supervising researcher: Jr. Researcher Elin Miller Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-1929) Blue Triangle (1915) State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow Manifested Thoughts: “Form. Pure geometry. Distilled back to the basics. Maybe this, I can manage.” “My fingers, they won't move. Not even for this.” “Tired. So tired… Let me rest… Let me sleep… Let me sink, beneath the calm surface. May the soft currents carry me home.” Addendum SCP-6280.2 - Ongoing experimentation: On ██/██/2024, Jr. Researcher Elin Miller submitted an application for an ERG.2 The application was accepted, and Jr. Researcher was awarded the grant. The application included a proposal for experimentation with SCP-6280. An abridged version of the application can be found below, which highlights sections relevant to SCP-6280. For the entire application contact the office of records of the Eduskip Division. Applicant information: […] Program of applicant: PhD Visual Studies and Cognitive Influence. Prior experience in Eduskip Programs: Standard part-time higher education program - 3 years Mentorship program under Dr. Amanda Ward - 3 years Internship program at the Anart Studies Division - 1.5 years Standard part-time doctoral education program - Ongoing […] Project information: Title: Assessing the roles of cultural and individual factors in idiosyncratic appraisal and interpretation of anart […] Experimentation Methodology Overview: […] Section B.2: Civilian exposure to SCP-6280. The object will be part of the exposition to be held at Cambridge University. During the initial setup, the object is to be the third painting in order of exposure. Afterwards, the daily rotation proposed in section A.1 shall be followed closely, as to avoid order effects bias. The non-invasive CRD provided to each subject shall record the following parameters: Conscious, and unconscious attitude towards the object, both measured using the Glass-Heiden scale. The subject's individual visual perception of the object. This shall be analyzed closely to determine factors such as style, and technique. For details see section C.3. In accordance with SCP-6280 testing protocols, manifested thoughts shall also be recorded, despite them not being of further relevance for the aim of this paper. The results shall be paired to the archetypal personality profile of the subject obtained in section B.1, and to the results given in their survey detailed in section B.4. In accordance with civilian exposure protocols, redundant safety measures are to be included to account for the nature of SCP-6280. These are to include monitoring of vitals, memetic transmission (waves type K and V), and eye movement pattern (clusters A,H and J). For details, see section B.2. […] Specific Aims: […] Specific Aim 4: Usage of SCP-6280. Out of the various objects that I had shortlisted as candidates, I am convinced SCP-6280 is the best option. Although SCP-6280 is not the only piece of anart which both influences and is influenced by spectators, the effect in its case is rather prominent. The object has been shown to manifest a wide array of styles from the modern and contemporary periods. Additionally, the current test samples provided in the file have all taken place with observers who belong to Eurocentric cultures. But limited testing with subjects of non-Eurocentric descent have shown potential for more variety in how the painting shall manifest. I believe this is of utmost importance, given the diversity in the pool of subjects I aim to procure. Lastly, although not the main objective of the paper, I believe the reactive nature of the object could unveil new discoveries, were it to be exposed to a larger audience. It has already begun to display changes in recent years following a larger number of tests. For example, the completion percentage of the perceived painting continues to rise slowly. A significant increase in spectators could yield further changes to the behavior of the object. If so, my main aim is to continue experimenting with the object to further study how a higher visibility affects it. […] To: tni.pcs.tig|draw.a#tni.pcs.tig|draw.a From: tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e#tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e Subject: SCP-6280 Query Greetings, Dr. Amanda I have a query regarding the entry for SCP-6280 I have linked it above, as it is currently displayed on my terminal. As you can see, the latest version is still quite outdated. Since -as far as I am aware- you are still the one in charge of this object; I wanted to ask if you know when the file will be updated? Best Regards, Jr. Researcher Elin Miller To: tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e#tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e From: tni.pcs.tig|draw.a#tni.pcs.tig|draw.a Subject: RE: SCP-6280 Query Dear Elin I am so happy to finally hear from you again, it has been a while. I see you still write like you searched on google for how to write a formal email. No worries, I get it. Sometimes I still do as well. Anyways, the file is probably going to be updated sometime next week. It's the standard, as the modifications are being approved. But I'm sure you already knew that. After three years as your superior I've somewhat become accustomed to your ways, and I mean that in the best way. I'm truly so proud of you, and the work you are doing. Watching you flourishing like this is why I love my job. I can’t wait to see what you do next. But I digress, I’ve become accustomed to your ways. So tell me, what did you really want to ask? Dr. Amanda Ward PS: Speaking of outdated things, what is up with your signature? Wear your title with pride, you’ve earned it! To: tni.pcs.tig|draw.a#tni.pcs.tig|draw.a From: tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e#tni.pcs.tig|rellim.e Subject: RE: RE: SCP-6280 Query Guess I am still that obvious then. Really, I just wanted to thank you again. I know I already have before, several times… And for several reasons… But now that I have basically finished every Eduskip program available, I felt I had to do so one last time. And I really mean it. I’m not sure I would have ever applied for the grant, were it not for your assurance. Not to mention all the guidance you gave me prior. On each and every step. But above all, I want to thank you for believing in me and my project. After all, SCP-6280 is still a rather inconspicuous object. It had been stored in a locker collecting dust for so long that even those concerned by its uncertain nature had accepted it was harmless. They had accepted it was worthless. But you still saw that maybe there could still be something left to learn. Even if there was no objective, logical, or scientific reason to do so, you understood my desire to study it further. You understood this meant more to me than what the title of my paper might suggest. I know you have read my entire thesis already. I know you are aware of the results. I know you have even experienced the positive change in behavior of SCP-6280 yourself. But still, you allowed me to prove there was something more behind the surface of that canvas, something human. I’ve attached part of one of the latest reports from an exposure test, one I did not include in the paper. In the end, all I can say is I'm not going to thank you again, not myself. Best Regards, Dr. Elin Van Hedel PS: You are right about that. I have actually decided to start using my mother's maiden name, so I figured I would change the signature when all my employee records were updated. But might as well begin now. ▼ View Attached File ▼ Contents of Label: Johannes Van Hedel (1904-) A Finished Masterpiece (?) Wherever creation is born, Anywhere Manifested Thoughts: Still, it isn't perfect. The lines are rough. The pigments are faded. And the meaning, it is somewhat lost in the shapes. Could the masters still utter a word they would concur; this piece is not worthy of its title. Tomorrow, maybe. Yet, not today. But, for one thing, if anything. It is here. And it is complete. I think that is enough for now. And so, here and now as you lay your eyes upon me, I am finally seen. Thank you. Footnotes 1. Van Hedel was not known to be a part of any group of interest. Instead, he was a minor member of various underground artistic movements of the early 20th century during his short artistic career. Van Hedel disappeared in 1929, aged 25, shortly after moving to Paris. 2. 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SCP-6281 | esoteric-class | Item#: 6281 Level6 Secondary Class: florgalana Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Item #: 6281 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6281 is to remain inside the cave where it was found. A site constructed at the mouth of the cave, designated Site-Eta, conceals its entrance. MTF-Unknown-3 are to remain on-site and maintain a rotating shift that ensures a minimum of twelve operatives on duty at all times to carry out basic upkeep and prevent unauthorized access to the site. MTF-Unknown-3 are not to be informed of SCP-6281. They will instead be informed that Site-Eta is an auxiliary containment unit for temporary holdings of safe-class entities. Knowledge of Site-Eta or SCP-6281 is prohibited to personnel without O5 authorization. Personnel leaving Site-Eta are to be administered amnestics to ensure no memory of the site remains, unless granted O5 authorization. Attempts to contain SCP-6281-Z are currently prohibited. Whether SCP-6281-Z is an anomalous event in need of containment is uncertain, however, the risks posed by the methods required to attempt containment have been deemed more severe than the risk of allowing it to remain potentially uncontained. Attempts to contain SCP-6281-Z have been authorized. Containment efforts are currently underway. Under order of O5-1: The location where SCP-6281 was found has been redacted. Unmodified records are in the possession of O5 council members. Description: SCP-6281 is an obsidian black monolith measuring exactly 1x1x7 meters. Thirty illuminated blue bands 1 cm in height ring the surface of the monolith in equally spaced intervals. One hundred and four different models of electrical access ports encompass the seventh ring. Thirty-two models have been identified, and include multiple iterations of display, audio, and serial ports ranging from 1969 to present day, including Foundation Secure Models 1 through 4. SCP-6281 is also capable of connecting to devices via Bluetooth, appearing as █▓▒░♜░▒▓█ up to a range of 7 meters from the monolith, and does not require a password to connect. Connecting to SCP-6281 using any of these methods results in the connected device losing all previous functionality, and booting up to a black screen with the word "WELCOME" appearing in the center in a font size suitable for the device. An empty bar below the message, like those found in common search engines, is displayed for input. The bar functions as a standard search bar, compatible with all input methods connected during testing, including speech recognition. A Foundation laptop with a removed modem was issued to Site-Eta to access SCP-6281 for testing. Extensive testing with this laptop has shown that direct questions, names, places, and dates are all compatible entries into the search bar. Entering a question results in a page giving a highly detailed, objective answer. Documented instances include: Q: When was construction on the Eiffel tower completed? A: 15 March 1889AD 10:23:13pm. Q: How long would it take to walk from New York City to Los Angeles? A: As of [current date], it would take 8 years, 6 months, 13 days, 2 hours, 17 minutes, 56 seconds for [full name of individual conducting the test] to walk from New York City, New York to Los Angeles, California. Q: What is love? A: Love is an increase in Oxytocin, resulting in strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties. Q: What is the SCP Foundation? A: The Secure Contain Protect Foundation is a private organization founded [further details removed from report due to the classification of information contained. Amnestics have been administered to those present for the test.] The full catalog of answers given by SCP-6281 is contained at Site-Eta on paper files. Any use of information obtained from SCP-6281 must be authorized by two separate O5 council members, and if authorized, may only be presented as a product of “outside consultation.” Entering a name or location into SCP-6281 results in a page containing a basic history about the subject. Further details or more specific information can be acquired by asking for it as a direct question. The information isn't limited to past events. For still living individuals; it also includes major events that will transpire in their future, going so far as to include a date and cause of death. For locations; future major events that will occur at it, as well as the date and means of its destruction, are also included. Entering a date gives all major historical events that transpired during it. The window can be as general as a year, or as specific as a day in that year. Again, the information is not limited to past dates. Whether this information is stored within SCP-6281 itself, or determined from outside input or calculations prior to presenting it, is unknown. Attempts to ask questions about SCP-6281 to determine its source and functions have so far only resulted in the message: I'M SORRY: I DON'T HAVE THAT INFORMATION. As of this report, all information pertaining to future events obtained from SCP-6281 has proven true. While SCP-6281 is displaying any page of information, a footnote at the bottom of the page reads Edit. Selecting this footnote allows information on the page to be edited. Brief testing concluded that editing information residing in the future results in automatic updates to any related pages in order to align the information on them with the changes made manually. These alterations come true just as consistently as unedited information. Information as far as June 7, 2177AD can be requested. Attempting to enter a date past this point, asking a question that exceeds this date, or editing any existing date past this point, is met with the message: ERROR: TIME DOES NOT EXIST (See further details on June 7, 2177, below). Testing on altering information residing in the past was approved on January 27, 2022, but no test was ever conducted. Testing was reapproved on February 25, 2022, then again on February 28, 2022. In both instances, no recorded test was ever conducted despite records noting the beginning of testing. Exclusionary Site-022 was consulted, but no retroactive alterations to records could be found. All three tests were deemed successful beyond expected projections, and testing on changing information residing in the past was subsequently prohibited on March 1, 2022. The cave SCP-6281 resides in is located on the East coast of The United States, 15 kilometers south of ████████████. The cave is composed of a mixture of igneous and sedimentary rock common to the area. It consists of a single tunnel, measuring an average height and width of 7 meters, and continues 70 meters downwards at a slope of 7 degrees before opening into a dome chamber with a diameter of 14 meters. SCP-6281 sits in the center of this chamber. Despite these measurements, geological experts brought to Site-Eta insist the cave shows no signs of artificial creation and is consistent with natural formation. Discovery of SCP-6281 and Incident Report: First known discovery of SCP-6281 was by Joseph D. Knights, who took to posting information obtained from SCP-6281 online under the alias of [REDACTED] with claims to knowing the future. When a sufficient number of these predictions came true, automated Foundation monitoring systems flagged the individual, and MTF Charlie-9 was sent to apprehend the subject for questioning. Under questioning, the subject informed MTF operatives of the cave with SCP-6281 within and his experience interacting with the anomaly using his mobile phone. When questioned if he had made any edits to the future, the subject confirmed adding exceptionally improbable events to the years 2020 and 2021, prior to those dates, in an effort to test the capabilities of the anomaly. All edits made by the subject are accounted for in world history and a record of the questioning and an extensive list of edits made can be found in a paper file on-site with SCP-6281. Questions pertaining to edits that the subject made to the past have been approved for digital records for the purpose of accurately presenting SCP-6281’s anomalous properties. <Interrogation Conducted, Monday, 21/1/2022, 15:34 hours> Interrogation Conducted By: MTF Officer David Attleburg Subject: Joseph D. Knights <Interrogation In Progress At Opening Remark> MTF Officer David Attleburg: Just a few more questions and I’m sure we’ll be able to let you go. Did you also use your phone to make any edits to the past? Subject: I didn’t. MTF Officer David Attleburg: Really? You decided to edit all those events in the future but never tried to edit the past? Subject: Well, I planned to; a bunch of times I was going to change something in the past, and I had an idea what I was going to change, but it’s like the moment I tapped the edit button, I couldn’t remember what I was going to change it to anymore. MTF Officer David Attleburg: So you never made any changes to the past? Subject: Not that I remember. <End of approved segment of Interrogation record> <Remainder of record can be found at Site-Eta on paper file> It is unknown how many changes the subject made to the past, or what those changes included. Nonetheless, their result is clearly observable as current history. The handheld phone the subject used to connect to SCP-6281 has been confiscated, all records of information obtained from SCP-6281 posted online have been located and expunged by Foundation web-crawlers, and amnestics have been administered to the subject. Under order of O5-1, the MTFCharlie-9 has also been administered Amnestics. June 7, 2177AD: Investigation into the date, June 7, 2177AD, has been conducted with little success. Information up to 6 June, 2177AD, at 11:59pm is accessible and describes an Earth which aligns with projected technological advancements for the era. When questioned on the status of any individual or location on June 7, 2177AD, at 12:00am, SCP-6281 responds ALL IS WHITE, which is a notable difference from the response to all currently tested times following it, which result in ERROR: TIME DOES NOT EXIST. When questioned on what occurred on June 7, 2177AD, at 12:00am, SCP-6281 replies I’M SORRY: I DON’T HAVE THAT INFORMATION, another difference from the error message. Taking these differences into account has led researchers to conclude with reasonable certainty that “ERROR: TIME DOES NOT EXIST” indicates the advent of a ZK-CLASS end of reality scenario, which has been designated SCP-6281-Z. Despite rigorous questioning, no events extraneous to the proceedings of the time have been found which might indicate a source for a ZK-CLASS scenario. The status of all known entities capable of a ZK-CLASS scenario was asked on that date, and no imminent containment breaches were found which might account for SCP-6281-Z. A designation of seven personnel selected by the O5 council has been authorized to continue the investigation into SCP-6281-Z using SCP-6281. Should further information on the matter come to light, an addendum will be added. + Addendum 1: Overflow - Addendum 1: Overflow The following record is a section of queries given to SCP-6281 on April 3, 2022, by Harriet Lucian, the fourth personnel tasked with investigating SCP-6281-Z, chosen on account of her familiarity with computing systems. Q: What is the oldest recorded event? A: Server activation. Q: What server was activated? A: █▓▒░♜░▒▓█ Q: How long ago was server activation? A: 4,599,999,846 years, 10 months, 4 days, 6 hours, 8 minutes, 32 seconds ago. Q: What was the next event that occurred after server activation? A: Fusion ignition of the astral body designated "Sun". Q: What is the current number recorded in the server’s system clock? A: 4,599,999,846 years, 10 months, 4 days, 6 hours, 9 minutes, 52 seconds. Q: When will the server’s system clock overflow3? A: 4,600,000,001 years. Q: What will occur when the server’s system clock overflows? A: System reboot. The reboot of SCP-6281 is now accredited as SCP-6281-Z. [O5 AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED FOR DECRYPTION] [Re-encrypt] <Relevant Transcription of Council Meeting Held on 4/4/2022, 21:00 hours> O5-2: It is proposed authorization be given to attempt opening of SCP-6281 and tampering with interior components for the purpose of preventing a reboot. O5-9: The nature of SCP-6281 is still unknown to us. Tampering with it could have extreme consequences. O5-12: Do you instead propose we do nothing and allow it to reboot? O5-9: I would like to point out that we don’t know that SCP-6281-Z is indeed a ZK-CLASS scenario. It is possible that SCP-6281 reports that time does not exist past that date simply because its system clock reads that date as nonexistent. O5-12: So you propose we gamble with the fate of reality? O5-5: It is not the first time this council has had to take such a gamble. And let’s not pretend it wouldn’t most assuredly be a gamble to tamper with SCP-6281, one we don’t know the consequences of. We may only hasten SCP-6281-Z, if not something worse. O5-7: If SCP-6281 is to be believed, it predates the creation of our solar system. I would like to remind everyone that SCP-6281 is capable of more than just changing history, it rewrites history so completely it’s beyond even an exclusionary site’s ability to detect; it is entirely possible the timeline is contingent on that server’s operation. O5-6: That may be so, but we still don’t know what a “reboot” entails. It may merely be the beginning of a new clock cycle for the server, and 9 still be correct about a lack of a ZK-CLASS scenario. O5-2: If there are no further remarks, the matter of tampering with SCP-6281 will now be put to vote. O5-2: The vote has failed with 9 against, 2 for, and 2 abstained. Investigation of SCP-6281-Z will continue, but no attempts at containment will be made at this time. The proposal will return to the table should further information come to light. O5-1: On to the next matter of business. O5-2: It is proposed that Dr. Rachel be reassigned from head of Preemptive Threat Assessment to the new position of Preemptive Threat Prevention, and given authorization to perform edits to future events using SCP-6281 in order to ensure the continued success of The Foundation. Should the vote pass, all edits must first be presented to the council and require a majority vote to be put into effect. In addition to this position, Dr. Rachel will join the investigation into SCP-6281-Z. O5-3: Have we forgotten the incident with SCP-4011? O5-10: This is not a place for rhetorical questions, 3. It is because of SCP-4011 that we have taken the measures we already have. O5-5: With the matter of SCP-4011 still unresolved, we are in need of a facility capable of replicating the effects of the Alpha-1 array. O5-3: And we believe these additional measures will ensure there is not a repeat of SCP-4011? O5-1: Use of any anomalous entities by The Foundation is heavily discouraged, however, the advantages presented here are too great to overlook. This council can learn from its past mistakes; SCP-6281 will only be used to alter events that threaten The Foundation yet to come. Even if we approve this, no edits will be made until presented and approved individually. O5-10: Dr. Rachel has more than proven her capability to foresee threats to The Foundation. I am confident she will perform exemplary in both this new position and aiding in the investigation of SCP-6281-Z O5-2: If there are no further remarks, the matter of utilizing SCP-6281 will now be put to vote. O5-2: The vote has passed with 10 for, 3 against, 0 abstained. A notice will be sent to Dr. Rachel to report for her new assignment. + Addendum 2: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: September 25, 2067 - Addendum 2: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: September 25, 2067 SCP-6281 continues to prove compatible with all access ports as additional models are developed. fifty-three of its one hundred and four ports have been identified. To test this property of SCP-6281, and potentially gather more information on SCP-6281-Z, development of a new model of access cable was proposed by Dr. Rachel, and approved on October 4, 2059. The cable design would utilize a modified version of the same technology responsible for the containment breach at Site-14 in 2058. This model would allow examination of internal operating systems in addition to the option to override them. Such a cable would be incompatible with existing models of computer ports, but may account for a port on SCP-6281. The cable was completed on September 21, 2066, and a compatible port was identified on SCP-6281, just as Dr. Rachel predicted. The cable was connected to SCP-6281 and the mainframe computer issued to Site-Eta, however, the mainframe continued to only display the standard welcome and search bar, without gaining any additional access to SCP-6281’s operating system. This development was not deemed significant enough to merit a revote on containment protocol. + Addendum 3: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: March 4, 2108 - Addendum 3: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: March 4, 2108 Seventy-nine of SCP-6281’s one hundred and four ports have been identified. Current projections of technological advancements, conducted by the quantum computer issued to Site-Eta, predict that all one hundred and four ports will be identified by the year 2177. This detail has been taken as confirmation of the threat of SCP-6281-Z by those in support of the existence of a ZK-CLASS scenario. Consequently; paranoia directed toward SCP-6281-Z has increased among personnel authorized to access SCP-6281. Disciplinary measures had to be taken in the case of Dr. Rachel, who attempted to consult organizations outside The Foundation on SCP-6281-Z without authorization. These communications were intercepted, and no information breach occurred. Dr. Rachel is currently receiving psychiatric counseling for her distress in place of more severe measures on account of her value to The Foundation. This incident was following a new development in the investigation of SCP-6281-Z: As a continuation of The Vaticanation Proposal, Dr. Rachel was authorized to perform edits to the page containing Foundation records of SCP-6281. However, editing the page on SCP-6281 proved impossible. When selecting Edit, a dialogue box appears, informing the user that Administrator Permission is required to edit this page. In light of these developments, the matter of containing SCP-6281-Z returned to the O5 council for voting. Following the vote, approval was given to attempt opening SCP-6281 to examine its components for avenues of containment, and efforts to identify an administrator have begun. + Addendum 4: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: June 6, 2177 - Addendum 4: SCP-6281-Z Progress Report: June 6, 2177 All one hundred and four ports on SCP-6281 have been identified. The black casing comprising SCP-6281 has proved durable beyond expected projections. All traditional tools and anomalous efforts have failed to access the interior of SCP-6281. Pedolith displacement scans show the server extends thousands of miles into the ground. The scans cannot display past the molten layer, but it is speculated that SCP-6281 extends into the core of the Earth, making moving it or accessing its underside an impossibility. Various personnel have been brought to Site-Eta to attempt to edit the page on SCP-6281, including O5 council members and various SCP entities that could be trusted to do so, but no administrator has been found. There: I wrote the report. Is anyone ever even going to read this!? Who cares about protocol!? It’s going to be June 7th in 10 minutes and we don’t even know if there’s going to be a June 8th after SCP-6281 overflows! It was supposed to be Dr. Rachel’s job to update the records, but she took her own life an hour ago. Dr. Kiln found the body. She once told me her position before this one was head of Preemptive Threat Assessment; it was her job to identify threats before they appeared. I saw how much this overflow was distressing her all these years, even though the council always said its threat assignment was undetermined, and now she’s killed herself before the overflow could happen. I can’t help but feel like maybe she was right. If we all exist tomorrow for me to be disciplined for this report, I’ll gladly take whatever punishment they give me. The Vaticanation Proposal Hide The Vaticanation Proposal: Submitted by Dr. Rachel. April 15, 2022 In order to determine how successful our current and future efforts to obtain information on SCP-6281-Z will be, and in order to gain a greater span of time to apply this information, I propose authorization be given to inquire SCP-6281 on Foundation records pertaining to itself and SCP-6281-Z. [APPROVED: 16/05/2022] Edit Error Administrator Permission is required to edit this page Footnotes 1. Item aids the Foundation in partially containing itself and/or other anomalies, but cannot be fully contained for logistical and/or ethical reasons. 2. One of a series of installations designed to retain information following reality shifts or other temporal restructuring events. 3. A time formatting bug in which a computer’s internal clock reaches the highest possible bit sequence, and an integer overflow occurs. For further details, see Y2K38. |
SCP-6282 | pending | LightlessLantern & Rye Travis Extranormal Event 6282: Investigation Ongoing Preliminary Designation: EE-6282 Classification Status: Pending Photograph 14 Preceding Events: On 2023-04-25, Foundation Site-26 received a distress message from Monitoring Outpost 51-ث, followed by an emergency backup of the Outpost database. Subsequent attempts to contact Outpost 51-ث were unsuccessful and agents were sent to assist stationed personnel. Upon arrival, no evidence for the outpost's existence could be found; only an empty field surrounded by trees (see photographs 06 through 17). Various items were recovered and transferred to Site-26 for analysis. Recovered Items Log: Item Number Description Writing Present On Item Other Details Item 0 Cubic box 1.0 metres in height made of pine wood "Monitoring Outpost 51-ث" Item discovered open. Item 1 Cubic box 0.60 metres in height made of pine wood "Wing C" Item discovered open. Item 2 Cubic box 0.40 metres in height made of pine wood "Initial Analysis Division" Item discovered open. Item 3 Cubic box 0.25 metres in height made of pine wood "Chamber C3-1" Item discovered open. Item 4 Cubic box 0.15 metres in height made of pine wood "Junior Researcher Benyamin Ashraf" Item discovered partially open, containing an oxygen-deprived necrotic human brain. Item 5 Standard Foundation-issue audio recorder "Property of Benyamin Ashraf" Item discovered embedded within the human brain during autopsy. The last audio file started recording less than 10 minutes before Outpost 51-ث broadcast its distress message and contains Ashraf's analysis of a sealed wooden box found after the disappearance of a nearby forest. Ashraf begins by noting a description error that claims no writing is present on the box before opening it, with a subsequent worsening in audio quality. Ashraf discovers a second smaller box inside, which he removes before opening, accompanied by the audio degenerating further. This process repeats three more times, yielding five boxes which decrease in volume and are held recursively within one another. By this point, the audio is heavily corrupted and, at times, incomprehensible. The file ends upon Ashraf successfully opening the fifth box. Item 6 Cubic box 1.0 metres in height composed of concrete, steel, and human flesh No writing initially present, "Site-26" appeared an unknown time following recovery Item is sealed and at irregular intervals emits a severely corrupted Monitoring Outpost 51-ث distress message. Opening Item 6 is forbidden. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Extranormal Event 6282" by LightlessLantern and Rye Travis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6282. Licensed under CC-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: OutpostLocation.jpg Name: Great Paddock/Little Paddock Author: Simon Carey License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://www.geograph.org.uk/photo/3997097 |
SCP-6283 | euclid | SCP-6283 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM #: SCP-6283 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Assigned Site Site-61 Site Director James Black Research Head Dr. Belmont Assigned MTF Psi-11 "Night Lighters" ITEM: SCP-6283 LEVEL- DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Assigned Site Site-61 Site Director James Black Research Head Dr. Belmont Assigned MTF Psi-11 "Night Lighters" Site-61 Entity Designation1: HEX-B021, "Lamprey" (Biological Anomaly) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6283 is contained within a large biological entity containment unit within Site-61's biological studies wing. The chamber is outfitted with high powered ultraviolet and LED floodlights to allow for rapid pacification and incapacitation should the need arise. The chamber is to be cleaned once a month following feeding, removing all excess mucus and remains while SCP-6283 is dormant. SCP-6283 is to be fed one (1) Sus domesticus2 per week. All instances of SCP-6283-1 are contained within a large cold storage unit located within the biological studies wing. Instances of SCP-6283-1 are accessible for study purposes following approval from Dr. Belmont. Should instances of SCP-6283-1 show signs of waking, the unit is to be immediately locked down and MTF Psi-11 "Night Lighters" are to be contacted. All additional materials, substances, and individuals related to SCP-6283 are kept within preservation chambers only accessible to members of Dr. Belmont's research team. Classifications of these objects are pending, following further investigation into the connection with SCP-6283. Should any information regarding PoI-6283's whereabouts or the whereabouts of any related individuals be found, it is to be immediately submitted to Dr. Belmont for review. Description: SCP-6283 is an approximately 10 metre long quadrupedal quasi-mammalian entity with forearms resembling bat wings, which possess three human-like fingers each, that SCP-6283 uses for gripping and locomotion. SCP-6283 has a long, extendable, fleshy neck ending in a large humanoid head. The mouth of SCP-6283 is filled with concentric rings of sharp teeth that face backwards down the throat. SCP-6283 appears to be troglobiotic3 in morphology, possessing translucent and pale skin, sensitivity to light and UV radiation, highly sensitive hearing, and lacking functional eyes and fur. SCP-6283's body is covered in a thick adhesive mucus that it constantly expels from its pores and mouth. This mucus acts as a highly effective reflector of UV rays and possesses a mild sedative effect when contacted. SCP-6283 will utilise this mucus in nest building behaviour, coating the location it resides in thick webs of the substance. SCP-6283 is carnivorous and will rapidly stretch its mouth up to 3 metres wide to envelop prey. Most creatures consumed by SCP-6283 will be digested wholly. Humans, however, are expelled after an indeterminable amount of time through SCP-6283's mouth. Any human expelled this way will henceforth be referred to as SCP-6283-1. SCP-6283-1 Description: SCP-6283-1 are humanoid entities that have been physically altered by SCP-6283. SCP-6283-1 have had their flesh transmuted into a form of sinewy and pale biomatter not resembling any known biological material. SCP-6283-1 have a number of characteristics that have been exaggerated, such as sharpened teeth and large claws, while SCP-6283-1's other facial features and sexual organs are no longer present. The entirety of SCP-6283-1's body, except the mouth, is covered in thick, pale skin that has shown to be near impervious to damage. The internal structure of SCP-6283-1 instances are completely devoid of functional organs, except for the brain and heart, along with the nervous and circulatory system. SCP-6283-1 also produce the substances secreted by SCP-6283, although only within saliva and within a subcutaneous layer across the entire body. All currently encountered instances of SCP-6283-1 have been completely immobile, curled into the foetal position. Monitoring brain activity reveals SCP-6283-1 instances to be in a state of perpetual REM sleep, and do not react to any form of stimuli. Addendum-6283-A: Discovery On 18/09/2012, the Foundation was made aware of potentially anomalous activity surrounding the isolated rural town of C█████, Romania. The town had an unusually high rate of deaths attributed to wildlife and natural causes, far above the regional average. An investigation initially led by the Romanian Federal Police was launched after a travelling tourist disappeared in the area, but was met with passive resistance from the uncooperative and isolated population. Following the disappearance of one of the officers under unusual circumstances, an embedded agent in the Romanian police force reported the area as a potential location of interest to the Foundation. Open Preliminary Investigation Close Preliminary Investigation INVESTIGATION REPORT - PRELIMINARY 28/09/2012 Investigation Team: MTF Gamma-4, "Green Stags" Investigation team established temporary headquarters within a local inn posing as environmental specialists attempting to document the local species and any potential hazardous pollution in the region. Locals were noted to be antisocial and few in number. Many houses and stores in the town had been abandoned and/or sealed shut, and the remaining population appeared ill. Investigation into local deaths by animal attack and potential illness were met with resistance from unwilling locals. Threats of government intervention caused the locals to become hostile, shouting at the team to leave town before shuttering themselves inside their homes and watching the team through their windows. After making no progress after hours of inquiries, the team eventually came across a small girl playing with a crudely made doll of a bat on a front doorstep. After inquiring as to where everyone was, the girl simply responded 'sleeping' without making eye contact. After pressing further and asking if she meant they were dead, the girl responded with "Not dead, just sleeping. My brother is sleeping too, but he's at the big house." When asked what house she was talking about, the girl responded "The one in the forest! Where the monster was born. The doctor says the monster makes us better. We're sick, so we all need to get better." The girl then turned to face the team before saying "Don't worry! Mama said he'll wake up soon. Mama said they all will, when the sun comes up." Before the team could inquire further, a woman exited from the house and hurried the girl inside before slamming it shut. The team returned to the inn for the rest of the day. END REPORT Open Manor Investigation Close Manor Investigation Following the information given by the girl encountered the day previous, the team began an investigation on the town's history, revealing the presence of an old manor deep within the surrounding woodlands that had been abandoned years prior. A follow up investigation to the Manor was organised and launched. INVESTIGATION REPORT - MANOR 29/09/2012 Investigation Team: MTF Gamma-4, "Green Stags" Investigation team explored the nearby woods around the area where the manor was supposed to be located. Eventually, the team located the manor in a deep thicket, partially collapsed. Exterior of the Manor Approaching the Manor, there were no signs of activity from within. After confirming no activity, the team breached the front door and entered the building. The interior of the Manor was deteriorated and overgrown with no signs of recent activity. However, after exploring the lower level of the manor, a door was found locked and leading to the basement. Upon breaching the basement door and entering, some form of large makeshift laboratory was discovered below. The laboratory was filled with a large number of scientific apparatus, multiple large vats of an unidentified thick yellow fluid, a number of organic mounds in glass chambers, and an operating table with a single instance of SCP-6283-1 lying on it. It appeared to be deceased. On a nearby work desk, several chemical formulas and notes had been drawn on a scattered pile of papers as well as a small leather-bound journal labelled 'Dr. Malgrave'. The contents of this journal were written in English, and have been listed below. June 21, 2010 The Lady has bestowed a new project upon me. She tells me that this is one of utmost importance to the Master himself, and that failure was unacceptable. What an opportunity this is, to finally have my talents recognised by the Master and not be left in obscurity by this wretched flesh worshipping Collective. I have been provided with a number of human embryos and have been tasked with achieving a new form of evolution to guide mankind in the future. What I am to create is a "vessel for change", for humanity to reach a new stage to face the oncoming daybreak and not falter in the face of the great enemy. It will be our guiding light to the future, or so they say, yet I have been given complete freedom to achieve this goal at my own volition. Despite the Collective being a gathering of old world zealots, I am excited to begin. The prospects for such a revolutionary achievement are endless, and this town will serve an excellent starting ground for my exploits. December 14, 2010 The beginnings of the project, though slow, have shown great promise. I have spliced several separate creatures into the embryos provided in order to create a variety of effects, including a growth accelerant to hasten the pace of maturity. However, the embryos have consistently become unstable in their growth, often leading to high levels of cancerous lesions and premature deaths. A number of these subjects have provided new methods for further exploration. The mortality rate of the young may be quite high, but the Lady continues to provide new research subjects for continued experimentation. She tells me that these creatures are the childer of the Master himself, so I'm told. Even if they are to perish in service of this research I am to treat them with utmost respect. Regardless of my personal thoughts on the matter of sentimentality, I have nonetheless buried the corpses in the nearby churchyard. A number of longer lived and promising candidates have begun to produce an ichor that protects them from the light, although it has proven to be sporadic and ineffective in current iterations. I have lost two candidates thus far to immolation despite the ichor's presence. I must find a way to make the results more stable, the artificial nature and exposure of the growing tubes is what I suspect to be creating these unstable results. Perhaps a more natural approach is required? April 20, 2011 Through much trial and error I have managed to create a temporary casing in order to assist with the growth of the childer to adulthood. This has resulted in a number of far more stable results with significantly less premature deaths, as suspected. While the natural casing is definitely more effective, it would seem that the addition of blood seems to be the key. Casings filled with a mixture of my elixirs and a healthy quantity of human blood have resulted in accelerated growth and far more viable subjects. Obtaining the blood was, of course, one concern, but the location of my lab has proven to be highly advantageous. The nearby villagers are a superstitious lot and easily manipulated. I have already begun to sow the seeds of folklore into their number along with some teachings of the Collective. Already they have begun to shut themselves off at night, leaving offerings of individuals too sick or elderly to be "taken care of". I almost pity them. One candidate of the most recent array of mature subjects has shown immense promise with very minimal drawbacks. The ichor is still not enough to protect the subject from the light entirely, but the stability of production and the amount produced are already far beyond what earlier tests have created. However I am beginning to run low on supplies of embryos and various transformative elixirs. The Lady, while pleased with my results, grows impatient with the slow rate of success. Art cannot be rushed. I can only hope the prime subject is as valuable as he seems. December 20, 2011 Eureka! It would seem I have been going about this project in the wrong way. The prime subject, of which I have taken to calling 'the son', has grown immensely over these past few months and has begun to display rather intense hunting behaviour. It seems to have imprinted upon me as well, and can learn basic commands given enough time, excellent for control as it continues to grow. Yet, while the subject is indeed a beautiful success in his own right, he still possessed flaws that would take years to remove from the bloodline, such as relatively low intelligence and mediocre protection from immolation. This would not pass well with the Lady nor the other rulers of the Collective, but as fate would have it the son is not the next step in evolution, but the key to it. Out of necessity for continued growth, the local offering of an elderly woman had been given entirely to the subject for feeding as opposed to the usual liquid diet of blood. Unsure of what to expect from this unprecedented experiment, I had contained them in the lower levels for observation. Several hours after consumption however, the subject eventually regurgitated the woman altered and anew. The woman had been utterly transformed, all outwards features denoting individuality had vanished. The skin was now pallid and would not break even when exposed to medical grade equipment requiring specialised tools to perform a vivisection. The mouth was pronounced and predatory, with the internal structure of the body consisting only of a beating heart and a large, active brain. Most excitedly however, the skin possessed a lower layer of the ichor in such a volume and density that it protected the creature entirely from immolation! The creature, while completely dormant, is exactly the result I have been attempting to achieve all these months. I must create more, I simply must. After I share my results with the lady, my resources will no doubt increase tenfold in order to create more like the son. No doubt the Master will praise me for my efforts as well. January 3, 2012 Over the past months I have taken more and more from the populace of the nearby village for conversion into the sleepers. The son has grown immense and shows no sign of ceasing growth any time in the near future. Recreating the success of the son has been difficult, with most childer being insufficient or perishing in the process. The production of sleepers has been almost perfectly replicable with the added bonus of nourishing the son of his required intake of blood. Due to the added need for space however, I have moved all sleepers and the son himself to the church in the village for safekeeping, while my research will continue here. I have reported my success to the Lady some months back who seems incredibly satisfied with my work. While the sleepers are fully inactive she assures me that it was a trifling concern. I am unsure what to make of this, but she has promised me the funds and resources for further expanding my work, even my personal projects. The villagers have also been of continued value to my work, now cultivating a form of religious belief in the necessity of the sacrifices to help save their people. I have spread the notion that they are afflicted by an illness that will burst forth when the great enemy frees itself from the shackles of the sun, another Collective belief that serves well to spread paranoia. I have also introduced a somewhat meagre strain of bacteria to the local drinking water, to help further the illusion. It will not interfere with my studies nor my volume of viable stock, but the effects are quite convincing. In addition it would seem the people have begun seeing the son as a form of saviour, which has placed them fully under my sway. Their numbers are limited, however. I may have to find a new source of feeding stock and subjects soon if they continue to dwindle. February 12, 2012 DAMNATION! The Lady has informed me that my work here is at risk. Certain interested parties have grown aware of my activities and have been poking around where they're not welcome. She tells me that its only a matter of time before word reaches the crusaders and they worm their way into this place. I have begun to collect as much as I can for evacuation, but a large amount of the materials must remain behind. This includes the son and the sleepers, their transportation would require time and effort that could not be hidden from prying eyes. I must consider them lost. I can only pray he continues to survive into the future. Perhaps we'll see one another again some day. I have warned the villagers of the crusaders coming here and distributed my solutions among their populace. Convinced them it was a form of medicine. No doubt the results will be unpredictable and violent, but they will do their part to hold the crusaders at bay. I must go now, let them have their scraps. Nothing can stop what has been achieved here. After review of the journals discovered within the manor, the team returned to the inn to prepare for investigation of the church mentioned in the documentation. Upon returning the villagers were notably more confrontational, often blocking paths and watching the team in mobs. The team reported that the townsfolk appeared far more sickly and gaunt, with their hair falling out as they made their way into the inn. Many of the townsfolk were seen standing outside the inn and staring into the windows as night fell. A number of individuals were noted to have what appeared to be sharp fang-like teeth and extended fingers and claws. Suspecting possible hostile intent, the team called for reinforcements to be dispatched before further investigation. END REPORT MTF Gamma-4 failed to respond to further inquiry to their status following the report. Further attempts at contact met with failure, and it was presumed the team had been forcibly cut off. MTF Epsilon-6 was dispatched as reinforcements to investigate and re-establish contact. Action Report 6283 After contact with the investigation team was lost, a further investigation and extraction team was organised to help contain the situation and subdue any potential hostile elements within the township. MTF Epsilon-6 was dispatched with one fully armed squadron of agents, a more heavily armed reserve of two squadrons, and standby air support. The team was inserted in a nearby field and advanced towards the town. Open Action Report Close Action Report ACTION REPORT 6283 30/09/2012 Task Force: MTF Epsilon-6, "Village Idiots" Team Composition: Assault force of twenty-six (26) agents and support. - One (1) advanced squadron of six (6) armed agents. - Two (2) Supplementary squadrons of ten (10) armed agents. - One (1) heavily armed attack helicopter as air support. Mission Statement: Advanced team is to investigate the township of C█████ and attempt to establish contact with MIA agents of MTF Gamma-4 and extract if possible. Should any hostile force be encountered, advance team is to remain within a fortified position and await reinforcements from the supplementary teams. Should any anomalous activity be encountered, the entirety of C█████ is to be treated as a hazardous zone with immediate extraction and containment procedures being enacted. All individuals within this zone are to be subdued or terminated if necessary. BEGIN REPORT 21:23:22 Advance team moves through the wooded area Eastward reaching C█████ within 20 minutes of travel. The town has no lights nor any sign of activity from the residents within. Team lead gives the order to advance through the outer streets towards the Inn near the town centre. 21:45:12 Team reports no activity of any kind within the the outer streets or buildings as they move further in. Movement is reported multiple times, but no source could be found. 21:58:34 Team reaches the town square, which also shows no sign of activity. Two agents enter the inn while the remainder of the advance team stand guard outside, searching around the square for any potential signs of life. 22:06:23 The inside of the inn is reported to be completely destroyed, with large amounts of blood and viscera leading from the investigation team's room to the front door. A large amount of what appear to be claw marks are spread throughout the path of destruction. The investigation team's room has been completely ransacked, with most equipment either missing or destroyed. The missing agents could not be located. 22:10:56 Agents standing guard make contact with a single individual entering the town square and raise their weapons. The individual is ordered to raise their hands in the air, but they do not comply and continue to walk forward. The agents threaten to shoot, to which the individual ceases movement, and raises their head. They appear gaunt and pale skinned, with large, protruding sharp teeth, large clawed hands, and were covered in blood. The individual could be seen holding something that they toss forward towards the agents. 22:12:15 An agent is heard cursing as the object thrown is confirmed to be the severed head of one of the missing agents. The agents immediately turn their attention back to the individual, seeing a large amount of shadowy figures crawling over the rooftops and out of the alleyways staring at the agents. 22:13:15 The individual in the square lets out a piercing shriek. Shrieking can then be heard from every direction as the street begins to flood with similar individuals all covered in blood, many of which vaguely match descriptions of townsfolk encountered by the investigation team. They climb over buildings and begin sprinting through the streets towards the team. 22:15:04 The agents open fire. 22:17:01 The mutated townsfolk are held back with suppressive fire from the front of the inn and the upper windows long enough for the advance team to call in for immediate support. The supplementary teams begin moving towards the town as air support is launched. ETA: 5 minutes. 22:19:00 The townsfolk begin to overwhelm the team with their numbers as ammunition begins to run low. Agents deploy their emergency explosive incendiary weaponry which appears to be far more effective at holding the creatures back, with many fleeing from the flames produced by the explosions. 22:20:49 Two agents are flanked and overtaken by a group of creatures and mauled. One is dragged back into the crowd who then rip them to pieces, while the instances attacking the second agent are driven off by close range gunfire, with the incapacitated agent moved to a safer location afterward. 22:22:49 The creatures continue their assault as air support arrives. The helicopter immediately activates its spotlights and utilises its mounted weaponry to engage with the horde. 22:25:43 The agents begin to reduce the size of the hoard significantly with the provided air support as the supplementary teams near the town. 22:27:34: Air support moves to continue the attack on the remaining retreating creatures, but is suddenly struck from the sky by a large unidentified object. The helicopter spins out of control and crashes into the town square, driving off and killing a large portion of the horde. 22:28:23 A large object lands on a nearby rooftop and moves into the light of the fires, revealing it to be SCP-6283. It rises up on its hind legs, stretches out its wings, and lets out a deafening screech. 22:30:21: The agents immediately retreat back into the inn to fortify their position. SCP-6283 pursues them, managing to grab hold of one of the agents and throws them into a nearby building. The team barricade the front door as SCP-6283 slams into it repeatedly, collapsing the front of the inn. 22:32:45 The agents move to flee upstairs as SCP-6283 sprays mucus up towards their position, ensnaring and pulling one of them down into its jaws despite their teams efforts to pull them back. The agent is torn apart as SCP-6283 continues to destroy the lower level, unable to fit up the stairway. The stairway is subsequently destroyed. 22:37:08 The remaining agents flee down the hallway on the upper level as SCP-6283 can be heard exiting the building and flying away. It can be heard screeching as it flies back towards them, slamming onto the walls of the inn and crawling on the exterior. The building goes silent for a moment, before SCP-6283's claw bursts through the hallway window and drags another agent outside. Screaming can be heard before a torrent of blood is seen pouring down from the rooftop. The last active agent and the injured agent he had been carrying move to a side room and hide in a corner, attempting to remain silent. 22:40:49: The agents are hiding as SCP-6283 crawls on the outside of the building, reaching into various rooms in search of them. The injured agent lets out a pained groan despite the active agent's attempts to silence him, to which SCP-6283 immediately moves to the broken window of the room and extends its neck inside. SCP-6283's head moves around the room before moving within one metre of the agents. The active agent raises his sidearm to between SCP-6283 eyes at point blank range, preparing to fire. 22:41:00 A loud explosion rocks the building as SCP-6283 is struck in the side by an explosive round, causing it to retract its neck from the window and scream at the supplementary teams that have entered the town square. The majority of the team provide suppressive fire while another explosive projectile is launched, striking SCP-6283 in the side of the head, knocking it off of the building. SCP-6283 attempts to rush after the quickly encircling agents, but is unable to stop the assault while attempting to shield itself with its wings. 22:45:12 SCP-6283 is struck a third time by an explosive round in the chest and falls to the ground letting out a loud scream. It crawls to its feet and attempts to flee the attack by flying away. As SCP-6283 becomes airborne, it is struck once more in the right wing causing it to fall into a nearby rooftop and into the fires below. SCP-6283 lets out another loud scream while flailing wildly in the fire. SCP-6283 manages to crawl free from the flames, but collapses in the town square as it swings wildly at the approaching agents. 22:48:32 The team encircle SCP-6283 once more and deploy electrical pacification devices, ensnaring and electrocuting it until it eventually falls unconscious. SCP-6283 is considered pacified at this time. The team provides medical attention to the surviving agents and calls in for further reinforcements. The township of C█████ is declared as an anomalous hazard zone. The team continues to hold position while seek and destroy teams are called in to locate and pacify the remaining townsfolk and any other undiscovered hostile elements. 23:24:22 Reinforcements arrive and all anomalously afflicted townsfolk are located and either pacified, or destroyed. Clean-up teams are called in, SCP-6283 is contained, and the situation is declared as controlled. No further casualties are taken. END REPORT Open Cleanup Report Close Cleanup Report Following the containment of SCP-6283, clean-up teams were utilised to recover all relevant documentation, specimens, and subjects in and around the C█████ area for containment and eventual transportation to Site-61. It was found that all the townsfolk of C█████ had been infected by some form of concentrated biological mutagen, identical to the fluids contained within the vats recovered from the manor. Its effects are still under investigation, but the results of infection seem to manifest as physical mutation4, heightened aggression, and lowered intelligence. Infected individuals also possess a large amount of cancerous growths and other health issues due to unrestrained tissue growth. Classification of this mutagen as SCP-6283-2, and those affected by it as SCP-6283-3, is still pending review. C█████ Church, before investigation. Using the recovered documentation, it was discovered that the 'churchyard' in question was a large church located on the outer edge of the township of C█████. Within was located 43 total SCP-6283-1 specimens, several of the mutated townsfolk, and a number of sentimental items such as simple toys and old jewellery. The internal structure of the church had been completely coated in a webbing of SCP-6283's mucus. Within the centre of the church on an altar was a single sealed letter composed of human skin. All items from the town, church, and manor were transported to Site-61 for containment, study, and storage. See Dr. Belmont for further itemised lists and details. Following clean-up, the mission was reported as a success, and a cover story of a highly virulent disease wiping out the town was released to the media. C█████ has been placed under permanent quarantine while Dr. Malgrave has been designated as PoI-6283. Investigation into PoI-6283’s location is ongoing. Addendum-6283-B: Recovered Letter During clean-up, a sealed letter crafted from human skin was located within the church amongst a number of sentimental objects. The ink of the letter was composed of human blood and written in an archaic form of Romanian, sealed with wax bearing a symbol representing some form of beast. This symbol has been found among scriptures of the Nälkä faith within the Foundation's possession. The full letter has been translated and is available below. Open Letter Close Letter My child, I write this now so that some day, you may see what purpose I have planned for you. You are young, naïve, and afraid. The world around you is not the one you were meant for, no, the world you are here to thrive within is one of fire, sunlight, and writhing flesh. But do not fear, for when the time is near and you come of age, mankind will flock to you as their guardian angel. And when they do, they will be severed from the great enemy's grasp, and be ready to stand against the tide of unending destruction. For when the meek hide away, you must not. When the world falls to the malignant light, you will not. And finally, even when Day Breaks, you shall not. I love you, my son. Count, Karcist, and Father, ~ Lord Vladislaus Drakulya Footnotes 1. For on site purposes only, for all other usages please utilise proper SCP designation. 2. Domestic pig. 3. A designation given to creatures that live entirely in dark cave environments. 4. The most significant of which include unrestrained growth of a subjects teeth into a forward jaw filled with sharpened fangs, and highly elongated hands and fingers ending in sharp bone protruding from the skin. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6283" by Iszth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6283. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6284 | euclid | Item#: SCP-6284 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6284 SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All Foundation employee dormitories located in halls A12 to A14 have been permanently relocated along with corresponding staff and belongings. Hall A13 has been sectioned off from the greater facility through the construction of new walls that isolate SCP-6284. Several Kant counters are to be placed on the floor around SCP-6284's perimeter in a semicircle and are to be monitored remotely for any changes. Researchers studying SCP-6284 are to be knowledgeable in logical fallacies as well as para-emotional projected constructs. Franklin Ergot is to receive weekly therapeutic counseling. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6284 is a logical gap embedded within the east-facing wall of hallway A13 in Site-22's Employee Housing subcomplex. SCP-6284 is unable to be perceived by individuals with baseline cognition due to its inherent logical fallacy. This creates a paradox that the human brain is unable to understand due to its complexity, producing a secondary antimemetic effect caused by the brain removing SCP-6284 from subjects' cognition.1 Due to this, SCP-6284 cannot be perceived or interacted with without the consumption of agnostics. SCP-6284-2 has been identified as the body of Daniel Thereaux. DISCOVERY: Though it is currently unknown how long SCP-6284 has been located within Site-22, the anomaly itself was identified on 31/5/2022 when Senior Researcher Harold Dalloway2 was temporarily transferred due to a scheduling error made by Employee Logistics.3 During his stay, he was assigned temporary residence within Room 63 of hallway A13, quickly discovering SCP-6284 due to his constant department-mandated agnostic consumption. The following has been transcribed from Researcher Dalloway's initial memo. Miss Dugan, Although it is quite difficult of me to explain this subsequent informational relay towards you in a way that is semantically and informationally sound, I must do my due diligence to tether my wires in a formation that helps paint a tapestry of the mind for you in order to spotlight and mend this glaring issue. As I was walking out of my little gilded prison chamber in order to meet up with Dr. Orson in the cafeteria, I was drawn into a quite peculiar sight indeed, as, well, encompassing a good portion of the wall to my left was a fissure, quite large, actually, and very deep. The fissure itself was charred and cracked around the edges, with faint scratch marks around the left side, and now I do actually recall a great amount of twisted metal in the vicinity of this crack, yes, yes it was twisted and it was also warped, I do believe. Possibly the remnants of one of our little breatheboxes (or are they unbreatheboxes?).4 I am unaware if this crack was here yesterday when I had passed by this same hallway - or was I in A14? Well, I think you would know if there was a massive crack in the wall of A14 and would have told me accordingly, would you? At least a warning would have sufficed, a little, "Oh, and be wary of the crack in the wall, if you stick your arm in too far you might fall into the starlit sky!" would have been more than enough to send me on my merry way down to my cell. Well, you did not warn me of this, and once again I am unsure of whether or not it is located in A13 or A14 or A12. Although I do recommend that we look into this at once. As Site Director Alicia Dugan has a history with the Surrealistics Department, she immediately evacuated all residencies in halls A12 through A14 before requesting the assistance of MTF ☊-2 ("Mind Erasers") to locate and partially contain SCP-6284. ADDENDUM 6284.1: Agnostic Testing In order to ascertain the exact parameters of SCP-6284, various D-class personnel were given incremental doses of measured agnostics in order to perceive and interact with the anomaly. Results summarized below: 2 units: SCP-6284 can be viewed and interacted with. It appears to be a fissure in the wall. 7 units: SCP-6284 can be viewed, interacted with, and described in greater detail. It is approx. 26 cm in width while running a length of approx. 1.3 meters. There are portions of warped metal detritus surrounding the floor below SCP-6284. The fragments of metal appear to be partially charred in places as are the edges of the fissure. 10 units: SCP-6284 can be viewed, interacted with, and sensed. D-22045 reported the scent of burning roses. 20 units: SCP-6284 can be viewed, interacted with, and tasted. D-22045 reported the taste of copper.5 30 units: The interior of SCP-6284 can be viewed. 40 units: The interior of SCP-6284 can be viewed and identified. It has been classified as SCP-6284-1. 48 units: The interior of SCP-6284 (now classified as SCP-6284-1) can be viewed and described in greater detail. It is a portion of space filled with countless stars. 50 units: D-22045's last remaining tooth falls out. 55 units: Sound can be registered coming from inside SCP-6284-1. 56 units: The sound is identified. It is the voice of an adult male. He is quietly sobbing and apologizing to "Frankie." 74 units: The message written directly above SCP-6284 can be viewed. 80 units: The message written directly above SCP-6284 can be viewed and identified. 90 units: The message written directly above SCP-6284 can be viewed and described in greater detail. It reads, "It is not finished, but for you, I hope it is your solace. -P███████" 110 units: There is something inside of SCP-6284-1. 150 units: There is something inside of SCP-6284-1. 165 units: There is something inside of SCP-6284-1. 180 units: The object inside of SCP-6284 has been classified as SCP-6284-2. ADDENDUM 6284.2: Input by Researcher Harold Dalloway + Open File [ERROR: DATA IRRELEVANT] Please contact RAISA technical support in order to remove spam or defective coding. Now. I do believe that while many a colleague of mine has the extensive knowledge to disclose such information to you, I think it is best that I seize the podium to tell this in their stead. After all, I do believe that their analyses will have a dearth of portrayal nor the scope of the situation at hand to properly relay the impact of why this has occurred in the first place, so I do ask that you please listen and listen well. A long time ago (I believe), aeons, millennia, days, hours, seconds ticking away, there was a man that would walk through pasty hallways shrouded in the dust of those that walked before him, and he would walk these hallways into little rooms that were shrouded in the thoughts of those who died for him and the cause he worked with. When the man traipsed these halls and when he entered these rooms, his own thoughts would stir in a biting frenzy that stripped his heart of its boundaries, causing it to become weak and easily subjected to attacks, onslaughts, and vulnerabilities. As time passed, his frantic and fleeting thoughts turned into muted and fleeting words, which quickly became him through and through in almost every way; fleeting. His words would devour themselves before they could roll across his tongue and soon enough, his very tongue threatened to swallow itself as its usage meant it was susceptible to the crushing weight of pressure that teetered on any words it would forge. Despite the death of his own language due to this inverted pressure, the man found himself able to weave his mind a tapestry anew in the presence of a fellow cell. This other cell, also running a course and duty in the body of this sterile leviathan, was one of joy and jest, eager to do its job and willing to bring its fellows up with it. This fellow worker always had a quick word thrown out into the circle to bring smiles and snippets of sensibility to brighten the man's darkening mind. As time passed and the duties of the grunts began to impound deeper and deeper into his hollowed and numbed psyche, the man began to feel a little twisting, wriggling thing warp the inner annuls of his chest that stirred and slowly unwound its way from the very top of his head into the arches of his toes. It was warm and comforting yet frantic in its composure, quickly juddering to life in a stop-motion slither when the man was in the presence of his fellow cell. The man realized he was smitten, smothered, taken aback with kindness. This was true, the man had fallen into the aphroditic favors of the soul, but despite it all, he was not sure that his fellow cell felt the same - if his fellow cell even had the capacity to feel the same at all - and that caused the man great pain. As this man walked down these concrete arteries into the little chambers of the jailed god's heart, he would pass by a fracture in one of the great facades. This little fracture was a remnant of something that existed far before him, and far before his fellow cells. Specifically, this mere fracture was a remnant of a warm, beating heart that knew nothing but kindness. But alas, when the man discovered the fracture, the heart had stopped beating long ago, or it had never beat in the first place, or that the heart moved on to the places where hearts go when they no longer have the capacity to beat, or it still beat but it was on its moments before death. When the man discovered this fragment of the forgone heart, he saw it as a way to break free from the shackles of his pained and sorrowed steps. In doing so, in a moment of desperation, he twisted and folded and configured himself in such a way as to only consist of teardrops, sorrows, and raw, bleeding heartache, allowing him to slip through the fracture into the abandoned sky of the never-beating heart. In this other place made of the remains of the never-heart, the man knew a catharsis that bled from his pores in a shout-wail that pierced through the pinprick'd white that was scattered through the air. And so, he stayed there, bleeding the blood of the stars and hiding in his prison, his shame crystallizing in such a particular way as to make sure that nobody would ever be able to lay their eyes on him again. And so there he remains, of his own accord. A chrysalis. ADDENDUM 6284.3: Employee Complaint Junior Researcher Franklin Ergot launched a formal complaint on 12/2/2022 regarding what he believed to be a missing Foundation employee. While his claim was investigated multiple times, no inconsistencies in employee attendance were identified. Despite this clarification, Ergot denied the given proof and insisted that there was a "hole where Daniel used to be" in the minds of Site-22's staff. This pattern of behavior continued despite multiple meetings and threats of demotion, culminating in Ergot suffering a psychotic episode after engaging in an argument with a colleague in the cafeteria. Ergot was then subdued and taken to the infirmary for evaluation. While this is currently assumed to be unrelated to SCP-6284, this information remains in this file at the insistence of Researcher Dalloway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6284" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6284. Licensed under CC-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: thewall Author: Quicksilvers License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Footnotes 1. For more information regarding logical fallacies, please contact the Department of Metaphysics, the Counterconceptual Department, the Department of Miscommunications, or the Department of Unreality in conjunction with the Surrealistics Department. 2. Head of Parapsychological Abstractisms and Sub-Cognitive Logic within the Surrealistics Department. 3. Technicians are currently attempting to resolve the defunct programming that allowed for an empty employee slot within Site-22's active roster. 4. A Foundation-standard airlock system. 5. It was actually their blood. |
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Public health guidance is also to advise a 500m exclusion zone to the sea-facing edge of the cliffs under reasoning of risk of rock fall and rough waters. Damage to the White Cliffs of Dover is to be repaired by filling the holes with facsimile material.1 Discolouration is to be treated by bleaching with hydrogen peroxide. Streptococcus mutans Description: SCP-6285 is an anomalous population of Streptococcus mutans and Lactobacillus bacteria. SCP-6285 is not found in a host's saliva, rather the primary habitat of SCP-6285 is in high-salinity droplets on the White Cliffs of Dover in South East England and in the surrounding sea, although small populations have been found on other coastline cliff ranges. SCP-6285 instances additionally contain elevated levels of uranium-235; these have allowed Foundation scientists to date SCP-6285 instances as far back as 3.5 billion years. The White Cliffs of Dover SCP-6285 instances feed on various flora and fauna found on the cliffs and in the surrounding area. During the feeding process, they ferment the sugars found within their food, a process which releases large amounts of lactic acid. This results in the gradual, but significant, erosion of the cliff face. Over a year, this amounts to approximately 22 cm to 30 cm of erosion, typically concentrated in small areas.2 Addendum-6285-001: On 7/12/2021, a diving team researching undersea geology discovered previously undocumented undersea cliffs just off the French coast in the English Channel. Upon further investigation, multiple populations of SCP-6285 were found residing on the cliff face. Additionally, the cliff line was approximately the same shape and size as the White Cliffs of Dover. Addendum-6285-002: Between 20/10/2022 and 8/6/2023, Foundation teams noticed increased concentrations of SCP-6285 instances in an area of around 300m x 110m location along the White Cliffs of Dover, approximately 5km from the western-most end of the cliffs. Additionally, increased discolouration and erosion of the cliffs was noted, up to a rate of 5m a year. Foundation efforts to halt this were ineffective. On the 27/9/2023, an earthquake measuring 7Mw was detected in the English Channel. An evacuation of both the English and French coasts along the channel was conducted, and subsequently, a tsunami wave measuring 20m high hit both coasts.3 Upon the return of Foundation officials to the White Cliffs of Dover, the previously mentioned section with increased erosion had been entirely removed. Addendum-6285-003: On 10/01/2024, a Foundation research ship working on SCP-6285 in the English Channel disappeared from radar and contact was lost. Simultaneously, an earthquake measuring 9Mw was detected in the English Channel.4 Eyewitnesses on the coast claimed that the Channel appeared to "vanish" for a moment, meanwhile a number of ship workers in the Channel at the time claimed to witness a momentary blackout of the sky.5 Searches for the lost ship are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Currently, the Foundation is using resin modified glass ionomer cement, however research is on-going into other possible materials. 2. This rate has been accelerating in recent years. 3. Estimated death toll was 5,000 across both coastlines, with a further 60,000 injured. 4. Estimated death toll was 8,000 across both coastlines, with a further 100,000 injured. 5. Investigations into possible psychoactive effects of SCP-6285 are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6285" by OCuin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6285. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6286 | thaumiel | Item#: 6286 Level6 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: By command of the Overseer Council. Physical contact outside the prevention of an End of World Scenario is strictly forbidden on all accounts. Usage of SCP-6286 will be prohibited unless circumstances are such that complete eradication of human life is guaranteed without intervention. SCP-6286 will remain at the Three Shepherds Church indefinitely. Only qualified Foundation staff who are sufficiently adherent to any Abrahamic faith will be allowed any form of interaction with the anomaly. SCP-6286 is stored in a hermetically sealed level 6 containment locker. The code needed for opening the locker will be provided before an End of World event occurs. This will be acknowledged upon instruction from the O5-Council within 24 hours of the 99942 Apophis asteroid impacting the Earth. SCP-6286 (Jegudiel) housed within the Three Shepherds Church. Description: SCP-6286 is an Arohan1 class Weapon of Mass Salvation. SCP-6286 is a white feather. DNA analysis on loose barbs indicates that SCP-6286 does not belong to any avian genus on Earth. Due to the frailty of SCP-6286, it is being encased within its discovery site to prevent any potential damage. The Foundation sent Agent Naia Arroyo to investigate SCP-6286 as a precautionary measure. While investigating, Agent Arroyo underwent a possession event where she became host to an Abrahamic entity. Agents Hawthorne and Ose were sent to St Peter's Kirk to follow up with Agent Arroyo. Discovery Log Close Log SCP-6286 was discovered in 1994 by Reverend Benjamin Inglis at St Peter's Kirk, Orkney, Scotland. While walking around the building's exterior, SCP-6286 reportedly "floated down from a clear blue sky." St Peters Kirk Event: 05/08/1994 - Interview 6286/1 Close Log Interview Log Foreword: Subject was interviewed inside Three Shepherds Church shortly after the agents arrived. Start Time: 13:27 Rev. Inglis: "I showed her too, you know, um, I showed her to the feather. I placed it on a table and then closed the windows so it wouldn't blow away. I left to speak to one of my parishioners, and when I came back, the young lady was floating, you see, maybe, oh I don't know… one foot from the floor, and uh… her voice, it sounded peculiar as if two people were talking an-" Agent Hawthorne: "… And that's when you fainted?" Rev. Inglis: "Yes, that's correct, but if you had seen such a thing in my position, it would have given you an awful scare." Agent Hawthorne: "I'm sure it would have, anyway, Mr Inglis. How long have you been a member of the cloth?" Rev. Inglis: "Well, as it stands, I have, um, I would say, I think, give or take forty years. Do you need exacts?" Agent Hawthorne: "No, that will do, thank you. Would you say that your faith up to this point has been steadfast? Have you ever been in doubt?" Rev. Inglis: "Well… yes, but haven't we all? I'm sure you have doubts about what you do, Mr Hawthorne. Is this not the case?" Agent Hawthorne: "In a sense, yes, but what I do and what you do are not exactly fair comparisons, are they." Rev. Inglis: "Oh, come now, you would be surprised to know that many similarities can be found in even the most different circumstances." Agent Hawthorne: "You sound like a wise person from a film. Do you often speak like this?" Rev. Inglis: "I understand what you mean, Hawthorne. I am quite the parody, and you are not the first person to tell me this ever." Agent Hawthorne: "If we can just divert a little, what do you think happened with the woman in the other room, the one with the ey-" Rev. Inglis: "The eyes? Well, is there anything I can say? A demon has taken residence in this house of God, a monster. Mr Hawthorne, what would you do if someone covered in eyes entered your home?" Agent Hawthorne: "If it were me, I would probably attack them." Rev. Inglis: "Attack? My dear boy, no, we do not attack. We save. If a denizen from below has captured your friend, then we must save her, no?" Agent Hawthorne: "We plan to leave with Miss Arroyo in one piece. While your help would undoubtedly be invaluable, Reverend, we have our means of sorting this situation." Rev. Inglis: "If you wish, I will not interfere. I trust you and the other young lady know what you are doing?" Agent Hawthorne: "We do indeed, well, Mr Inglis, that concludes this interview. Thank you for your time, and I will be in touch if we need to speak with you again." Rev. Inglis: "That is quite all right. I will not be going anywhere soon, Mr Hawthorne." Agent Hawthorne: "I suggest having a rest. Goodbye for now." Rev. Inglis: "Quite, good day." End Time: 14:01 End Log St Peters Kirk Event: 05/08/1994 - Jegudiel Communication/1 Close Log Interview Log Agent Naia Arroyo had adopted the 'Archangel Jegudiel' identity during this exchange. Start Time: 14:07 Agent Ose: "So, who am I speaking to? It's not Naia. Do you mind telling me who you are?" Agent Arroyo: "I am Jegudiel, Archangel upon high and bearer of God's love. Now, may I know who you are?" Agent Ose: "My name is Sanne Ose, and I am an agent for a threat deterrent organisation." Agent Arroyo: "Oh? Threat deterrent? I must say, the Foundation has gone downhill, hasn't it?" Agent Ose: "So you knew? Why bother asking me then?" Agent Arroyo: "Of course, I knew. How could I not? The Foundation is well-known for its particular ways of dealing with those you call D-Class. Oh yes, we see many crossing our threshold… too many, and I wanted to see if you would lie to me." Agent Ose: "That's not all of us. We don't all hurt people, but we have to do the things we do. We d-" Agent Arroyo: "We die in the dark so you can live in the light. Yes, yes. I've heard all this before, countless times. The Foundation fails to realise that you are not God, and regardless of what your O5 Council wishes to think, this will never be the case." Agent Ose: "Okay, what do you want to hear? I'm sorry?" Agent Arroyo: "Oh, how wonderful, you're sorry, that's just marvellous, right? So many people have died horrific and tragic deaths, and you are sorry. You, Sanne Ose, have completely redeemed the entire Foundation. Good on you. Would you like a medal?" Agent Ose: "Anyway… The feather, do you know anything about it?" Agent Arroyo: "I do. That feather is one of mine, and as much displeasure it brings me, a gift for you to use, and I don't mind if you call it an SCP. I am beyond the contentions of your act of labelling." Agent Ose: "A gift? And why should we accept? Any good reason?" Agent Arroyo: "I see my mistake. I should not have called it a gift. No, I should have called it a lifeline. Hmm, yes, that is a much better way of putting it." Agent Ose: "So this feather is supposed to be a lifeline for what exactly? Is this supposed to be a threat?" Agent Arroyo: "I am the vessel of divine love. I do not make threats. This is a warning that the human race will experience something catastrophic. When this event happens, you will have but one recourse." Agent Ose: "So this little feather is supposed to save us all from certain death?" Agent Arroyo: "To be blunt about it, yes it is, and yes it will, as this feather was a part of me, so is it I, the love of God is in this feather, and God's love will protect you all. If I had my way, I would see the Foundation wiped off the face of the Earth. Fortunately, we are forbidden from doing such things. Take it." Agent Ose: "Giving us a means of protecting ourselves is all good, but it's pretty useless without knowledge on how to use it. How would you suppose we use a feather to save humanity." Agent Arroyo: "Thank you. I was getting to that. When the time comes for you to save your kind, all you need to do is release my feather into the air, and the winds will bring it back to me, and when I have it, I will assure your survival." Agent Ose: "I see one tiny flaw with your instruction. What if you don't get your feather in time? Will we perish?" Agent Arroyo: "I shouldn't worry about that. Being of a divine nature allows us many advantages. You will all be fine if you follow what I said." Agent Ose: "Okay, wait, hang on, if you can do all this, why not just stop it yourself?" Agent Arroyo: "Let me put it this way: I might be the bearer of God's love, but I do not have any love for you, and since the Foundation loves so much to pretend it, God, consider this your one true chance to play the part." End Time: 14:44 End Log Addendum: Agent Naia Arroyo made a full physical recovery after undergoing possession but does not seem to remember the St Peter's Kirk incident in any capacity. Further signs of lingering effects are present but do not seem harmful. Occasionally, from 5-30, multiple eyes will manifest unsystematically on Naia's body. They will observe their surroundings, demonstrating full autonomy. It is not yet known if Agent Arroyo is still harbouring Jegudiel. Agent Arroyo has otherwise been confirmed to be able to work. Still, due to the anomalous effects, she will be temporarily re-allocated to a new job role until the eyes cease manifestation. Instruction of Use: Following O5 notification and sending the locker code, Containment Lead Alice Van Roy will proceed outside with SCP-6286 and let the winds carry SCP-6286, to which it will travel skywards. After this, the Three Shepherds Church will cease all Foundation level functionality. The information in this document is for clearance level 6 staff, or O5 selected individuals only. Failure to comply will result in immediate disciplinary action. Jegudiel Activation Event/6286 [Yasmins Log]. Close Log BEGIN LOG Date and Time: 06/06/2022 - 16:00 Location: Gibraltar, The Rock "This is Senior Field Agent Yasmin Dada reporting for my holiday, I guess, and I thought I would be worked down to my bare bones here. I guess I will keep tabs on my break for posteriority's sake. So first on my itinerary are a guided tour, a dolphin-watching cruise, and a look around a museum. Well, I guess that's it for now, but I'll keep you posted. Who am I kidding? No one else is going to listen to this. Oh well, laters!" Date and Time: 07/06/2022 - 8:59 "Ugh…It is literally, like…" Turns to look at the clock. "It is nine in the morning, and I swear it's five hundred degrees outside…" Checks her Phone. "Well, twenty-two, but who's counting, not me, that's for damn sure… god, um, okay, so I'm going to make myself presentable, I guess, I dunno, be back in thirty minutes or something…" "So, apparently, the showers, boiling or freezing cold, that's your two options; fantastic, well that is already one thing I miss about Site-70; at least we have working showers." Silence for ten minutes. "Just meeting up with a walking tour now, where- is that a monkey? … anyway, since Gibraltar is so small, we can cover most of the peninsula before the end of the da… I thought it was! … sorry, what's it doing in the middle of the city? This might be the tour, I think?" "It was indeed the tour; some nice folks and the tour guides were pretty. You didn't hear it from me, though, and I'll return when something happens. See you." "Whew, I can't remember ever wa-walking this much before, jeez…. yeah yeah, hang on, I'm coming…so, apparently Gibraltar's Location has, sh-… has made it one of the most densely populated cities in Europe… oh god, stop… I need a rest.." Stumbles onto an empty bench, leaning back against a wall. "Fine, just go and leave me…. not like I care…" Two minutes of Silence. "Considering what I do for a living, I'm surprised I'm not fitter; I need to hit the gym more, I think… well, that's time I'm not getting back." Date and Time: 08/06/2022 - 13:00 "One Pilot Whale, check… three Striped Dolphin, check… and four Bottlenose Dolphin, check… five Bottlenose Dolphin, double check. I must say, all in all, I am shocked by my luck. Going back and forth from either side of the boat, I have seen different animals and dolphins each time. I also discovered that Pilot Whales are also Dolphins and Orcas, and I did not know that. My time at Site-70 is kept rather dry. Shame. I might request some maritime work when I get back." Gripping onto the boat railing and looking into the water. "Oh god…I think… I think I'm" 5 minutes of Silence. "Ha ha~ Yeah, I'm fine, thank you, just a bit seasick, no, really, I'm good~" Pulls herself away from the side and slumps back against the railings. "Agghh, so embarrassing. Now, there is certainly no way I'm letting anyone else hear this. How long will it be until we hit land again? Thirty minutes? Oh, goody…" "Okay, so I am feeling much better. I just got ice cream and a cinnamon roll. I felt like death warmed up on that boat; as soon as the dolphins stopped jumping, I took notice of the water and the moving of the boat. I won't be doing that again, but it was fun. I can't complain; it's not too much anyway. Hmm. Checks schedule.// "Ahh, okay, so it is the museum tomorrow. Awesome. After that, I think I will relax at the pool or the beach. I met a nice couple during ping pong, might hang around with them, he, well that's me done for the day, I'm..Takes another bite of her ice cream. "Ahm gonna hedge bach to da ho mel, see ya!" Date and Time: 09/06/2022 - 14:30 Agent Dada: "Hey again, it's pretty neat just inside the Gibraltar National Museum. There's a room with a scale model of The Rock." The sounds of people panicking are heard in the background. Yasmin runs outside to an empty street with abandoned cars as she looks at the sky. Agent Dada: "Director, this is Agent Dada reporting from Gibraltar; an asteroid is about to impact the Earth." Director Phillips: "Everything is under control, Agent Dada, please stand by and keep calm" Agent Dada: "Okay, Director, I hope you're right…" Yasmin clutches the cross around her neck and kisses it. "God, please, please save us…" Golden light pours forth from the sky and paints the ground and cars a warm hue. "Huh! What…" The light continues to increase, getting brighter and denser. "It… It can't be… can it… Is this happening?" The asteroid is enveloped entirely in gold light. "Are we saved?" The light dissipates after seven seconds. Moments after usage of SCP-6286 to avert an XK-Class End of the World Scenario. "Thank you… it's beautiful." Footnotes 1. Anomaly the Foundation uses to prevent the End of the World. |
SCP-6287 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6287 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ('City Slickers') has been dispatched to investigate SCP-6287's disappearance, and report all findings to Lead Researcher Gus McGinley. Description: SCP-6287 is the small town of Littleton, New Jersey, following an anomalous occurrence on 7 June, 2002. At approximately 0300 EST, SCP-6287, along with all 730 residents, spontaneously vanished without a trace. Thus far, the Foundation has discovered no evidence of any dimensional abnormalities possibly accounting for the city's disappearance, and the current status of SCP-6287 and its occupants remains unknown. Update: On 10 June, 2002, Foundation Agent Lyle Putt was dispatched to survey the area formerly occupied by SCP-6287. At 1730 EST, Putt reported hearing what he described as a loud crunching sound, and after several seconds of silence, became hysterical. Analysis of structural debris recovered from Agent Putt's right boot was confirmed to match that of SCP-6287, which had evidently been reduced to an area of roughly ~5 cm². The impact resulted in the deaths of at least 600 of the town's inhabitants, and efforts to assist survivors proved unsuccessful, with complications arising due to their reduced stature. Following this incident, SCP-6287 is currently pending reclassification as Neutralized. Agent Putt faced no disciplinary action, instead receiving six months paid leave, as well as a referral to a Foundation counsellor. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6287" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6287. Licensed under CC-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-6288 | euclid | close Info X SCP-6288: Methuselah's Grove Author: Pinoccappuccino Image: "Methuselah.jpeg by Richard Droker. "SCP-6000-α_pollen.jpeg" by Owen Crankshaw for Electron Microscopy & Spectroscopy. "SCP-6000-α_sap.jpeg" by Peter Massas. Research and phrasing cited from Wikipedia: Broca's area Bristlecone pine Brodmann area Methuselah (tree) Pinus longaeva Additional sources: The National Geographic Magazine (March 1958), "Bristlecone Pine, Oldest Known Living Thing" by Edward P. Schulman with photography by Robert Moore "Biographical Portrait EDWARD P. SCHULMAN (1908-1958)" by Thomas J. Straka "Remembering Tom Harlan" by Erica Bigio of the University of Arizona, Laboratory of Tree-Ring Research The arc words of "can't think what you think" to describe SCP-6288's foreign viewpoints was inspired from a verse from Kirby - Vs Marx With Lyrics - By Man on the Internet (I was jamming to this around the time of writing.) Item#: 6288 Level4 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Area-6288 Procedures Due to exorbitant efforts and resources that would be required to discreetly relocate all specimens, as well as substantial disruption to the local ecosystem that may arise, SCP-6288 are to remain at the location of discovery, designated Area-6288. Existence of Area-6288 is public knowledge, but the true location and nature of the grove remains confidential. Using Cover Stories USFS.3.2 "Protected Dendrochronology Site" and SCPDD.12.1 "Counterfeit Attraction," a section of the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest (Decoy-6288) is publicly misidentified as "Methuselah Grove" in media and by personnel. Site-6288, operating clandestinely as the Schulman Grove Visitor Center, is the center of SCP-6288 research and disinformation of visitors. Legally, the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest is a protected area under the jurisdiction of the United States Forest Service. The USFS currently permits civilian access to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest from mid-May through the end of November, weather permitting. On-Site Task Force Roosevelt-Inyo "Bristlecone Campers" consists of undercover agents embedded in the USFS. All members of OTF Roosevelt-Inyo are tasked with asserting Foundation influence and restricting visitors under the guise of safety measures. Research staff operates in Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest (and by extension, Area-6288) under the front organization of the South California Peaks Research Group. Researchers are to attempt discretion when traversing both restricted paths to Area-6288. Civilians attesting knowledge of Area-6288 or the linking paths are to be discouraged and/or amnesticized when necessary. Staff entering Area-6288 must wear either preapproved wardrobe or uniforms provided at the check-in stations. Staff leaving Area-6288 are expected to utilize one of the tarpaulin decontamination booths provided, change clothes, and subject themselves to decontamination spray. Staff caught disregarding these measures will be reprimanded accordingly by their immediate supervisor. Outposts Central and South are to be attended at all hours through alternating shifts. Outpost North must be attended in the event of any civilians located north on White Mountain Road. Watchmen of Outposts North and South are to catalogue the arrival and departure of all vehicles. All Outposts are equipped with communal housing and supplies for OTF Roosevelt-Inyo members. (See Area-6288 Outpost Timetable - Summer 2021 for shift schedules.) Each instance bears at least one (1) plastic ribbon labeled with their individual designation. Ribbon tape is color coded red to blue by age range. Bio Site-103 Procedures Eleven (11) instances of SCP-6288 are located in two separate aboveground enclosures (Enclosure 6288a and Enclosure 6288b) at Biological Containment Site-103. All instances are to be provided the resources and fauna necessary to function. Access to the enclosures are only intended through a single entrance via decontamination chamber, and only to permitted personnel. Walls of enclosures are lined with barbed wire and under closed circuit monitoring. Circumvention of the decontamination chamber will be dealt with accordingly. In Enclosure 6288a, SCP-6288-78 and SCP-6288-79 are isolated. Control group reserved for the intention observing an SCP-6288 society of two members. Personnel in Enclosure 6288a are prohibited from utilizing speech in the presence of instances; mute personnel with >70 WPM recommended. In Enclosure 6288b, SCP-6288-228 and six (6) SCP-6288 saplings are isolated. Control group reserved for the dual intention of observing natural growth of SCP-6288, and the welfare of an SCP-6288 instance isolated from SCP-6288 society. Level 2/6288 or above personnel are allowed and encouraged to spend break time with SCP-6288-228 to maintain subject's mental health. Description: SCP-6288 is the collective designation for an anomalous subspecies of bristlecone pines (Pinus longaeva schulmanii) endemic to the White Mountains in Inyo County, California. SCP-6288's physiology is largely identical to the Great Basin bristlecone pine, but possesses and is distinguished by several anomalous properties. As of 5/25/2021, there are 287 instances of SCP-6288 contained by the SCP Foundation. SCP-6288's properties are attributed to a series of biological components collectively designated as SCP-6288-α. SCP-6288-α pollen, sap, and resin is considered a biohazard for how it affects the body of most members within the kingdom Animalia. Inhalation or consumption of SCP-6288-α results in fast-acting effects on the organism's brain functions. Affected individuals (classified as SCP-6288-β) exhibit deviations in behaviors, adopting coordinated interactions with and between SCP-6288. Dissipation of SCP-6288-α from the body has shown no lasting damage upon former SCP-6288-β. SCP-6288 are a sapient and social plant species. SCP-6288 transmit units of cultural information through transmission of SCP-6288-α to SCP-6288-β. SCP-6288-β physically interact with SCP-6288 to convey messages, either communicating directly or passing along other SCP-6288-β.1 Introduction of SCP-6288-α to humans has shown an affinity to language and verbal communication. SCP-6288 have been know to communicate with human SCP-6288-β with three different languages, and use of simple gestures is occasionally observed. SCP-6288-β humans retain consciousness during infection, and memory of transmitted information. The documents included immediately below provide a more in depth description of SCP-6288. Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3 "SCP-6288 Biology" Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3.1 "SCP-6288-α Biohazard Report" Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Eco.2 "SCP-6288 Ecology" Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Soc.5 "SCP-6288 Sociology" Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3 SCP-6288 are a medium sized coniferous tree species near identical to the Great Basin bristlecone pine2 to which it has been classified as a subspecies.3 SCP-6288-1 "Methuselah", type specimen and oldest extant SCP-6288 in containment. Photographed by Researcher Droker. Click to enlarge. Adult SCP-6288 reach 5 to 12 m (16.4-39.3 ft.) in height, growing thick trunks between 2.4 to 3.6 m (7.8-11.8 ft.) in diameter. SCP-6288's bark is thin and flaky, commonly described as bright orange-yellow in coloration, greying near the roots. Needles grow in fascicles of five, growing 3 cm (1.2 in.) on average. The outer face ranges in color from deep green to blue-green. The stomata is confined to a bright yellow band on the inner surfaces of the needles. Sharing the trait with other species in Pinus subsect. Balfourianae, the needles show the longest persistence of any plant, with some remaining green for 45 years. SCP-6288 produces ovoid-cylindrical cones yearlong, the overwhelming majority of which are male. No seasonal pattern has been linked to production of female cones. Contrary to sexual dimorphism seen in all other conifers, the SCP-6288's male microstrobilus are larger than the female megastrobilus. Immature cones are colored purple and green respectively, both ripening orange-buff with numerous thin, fragile scales. Each scale possesses a single bristle-like spine 2 to 5 mm (.08-.2 in.) long. Male cones are 7 to 11 cm (2.75-4.3 in.) long and 3.5 to 4.5 cm (1.4-1.8 in.) broad. The most notable properties of SCP-6288 male cones aside from their size are their potency and persistence: the cones, upon reaching 14 months of age, begin producing and dispersing large quantities of pollen. The cones remain on the branch for lengthy periods of time, up to eight years at a time. Production is largely constant throughout all seasons, with an average pollen count of 47. SCP-6288 pollen (classified as SCP-6288-α) serves the function as a gamete, but when inhaled by humans or animal life, SCP-6288-α pollen induces behavioral and neurological changes while in the organism's system. Similar properties are found in SCP-6288's sap and resins. (See Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3.1 for further detail.) Female cones average 8 cm (3.1 in.) long and 4 cm (1.6 in.) broad when closed. When 16 months old, the cones open up to 6.2 cm (2.4 in.) broad, releasing the seeds immediately after opening. The seeds are 5 mm (2 in.) long, with a 12 to 22 mm (.47 to .86 in.) wing; they are mostly dispersed by the wind, but some are also dispersed by Clark's nutcrackers. SCP-6288 egg cells do not possess any anomalous properties aside from the perpetuation of the species. Of the eight (8) saplings that have germinated in the Foundation's custody, two (2) have artificially matured to the point of exhibiting anomalous properties. (See Ⅳ-Document Crosstest/224/6288 for detail of experiment.) SCP-6288's wood possesses several chemical properties, further defining the Pinus longaeva subspecies. The vascular tissue is electrically excitable, interacting between cells through the species' lignin.4 Both types of vascular tissues are capable of transmission; the xylem5 is notably more conductive than the phloem.6 SCP-6288 lignin possess an above average amount of sinapyl units7 in comparison to other member of the subgenus P. Strobus. It is currently assumed that the vascular tissue functions in what is comparable to neural tissue in humans. Due to this attribute, SCP-6288 are sentient and sapient. The mental development of SCP-6288 lasts for a period of approximately 800 to 1,100 years of age, ending when sapience is achieved, signified by the exhibition of the SCP-6288-α anomalous properties and association with other SCP-6288. (See Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Soc.5 for further detail.) Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Bio.3.1 THIS LEVEL 4 DOCUMENT REGARDS SCP-6288-α, WHICH HAS BEEN MARKED AS THE FOLLOWING: Class-Ⅲ Biohazard M - Multiple Vectors Class-Ⅰ Gustatory Cognitohazard (reassessment pending) Class-Ⅰ Olfactory Cognitohazard (reassessment pending) SCP-6288-α is the group designation of biological matter from SCP-6288-α (Pinus longaeva schulmanii) exhibiting anomalous phenomena. SCP-6288-α consists of the organism's pollen, sap, and resin. SCP-6288-α is a vector that possesses unexplained memetic values (value ψ) that transmit from the vector to the receiving organism (SCP-6288-β) via the absorption of a sufficient quantity of SCP-6288-α by mucosal tissue in the lungs and stomach. Following absorption, neural stimuli transmit ψ through SCP-6288-b's nervous system to the brain, targeting the cerebellum. ψ instructs the cerebellum in executing a series of motor functions, specifically locomotion and/or vocalizations. Most notably, ψ is able to utilize speech and language in Homo sapiens instances of SCP-6288-β. All neurological studies have shown that speech directed from ψ have been produced without active stimulation of Broca's region.8 SCP-6288-α has only been known to affect organisms within the clade Nephrozoa, as the criteria to become an SCP-6288-β requires a brain, nervous system, and musculature system in order for the transmission and effective execution of ψ. Cut on SCP-6288-21 bleeding sap. Photographed by Researcher Massas. Pollen Pollen is the primary form of SCP-6288-α introduced to the body, due to transmission as aerosol particulates. In pollen, ψ "decays", gradually vanishing from SCP-6288-α with a variable half-life; depending on creation ψ can last in SCP-6288 pollen for a period of approximately five (5) minutes to three (3) months As a gamete, the pollen is fully capable of inseminating SCP-6288 egg cells. The only anomalous phenomena caused by this process is the germination of new SCP-6288. Resin/Sap SCP-6288's organic fluids grant SCP-6288-α the ability to exist as both a viscous liquid, or a coagulated or fossilized solid. SCP-6288-α cannot exist in a gaseous state, as the burning, boiling, evaporation, and vaporization of SCP-6288 resin or sap results in the destruction of ψ. In fluid, ψ exists for prolonged periods of time, as an event of ψ's expiration has not been found. There is sufficient evidence for rapid fossilization, as well as for a prolonged transmission of ψ which continuously maintained an SCP-6288-β instance for as long as three years. (See Incident 6288-Dote and related documents for further detail.) Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Eco.2 SCP-6288 (Pinus longaeva schumanii) is a subspecies of bristlecone pine endemic to the higher ranges in the White Mountains of Inyo County, southern California, United States. SCP-6288 is only known to exist in a regional gap between two mountains, designated Area-6288. Due to the average inaccessibility of Area-6288 and similar habitats, information on the species' presence in other locations is unconfirmed, and the plausibility of there being undiscovered SCP-6288 populations is irrefutable. As bristlecone pines are protected in a number of areas owned by the United States federal government, including the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest, SCP-6288 are covered by protection laws that prohibit the cutting or gathering of wood, in addition to the SCP Foundation's third tenet. SCP-6288 is a "vigorous" primary succession species, growing quickly on new open ground. Similar to the main Pinus longaeva species, SCP-6288 is a "poor competitor" in good soils, and does best in harsh terrain. The trees grows in large open stands, sharing its habitat with P. longaeva, as well as P. flexilis (limber pine), a similarly long-lived high-elevation species. The trees generally do not form closed canopies, usually covering only 15-50%. Clark's nutcrackers (Nucifraga columbiana), known to pluck P. longaeva seeds out of the opening cones, act similarly with SCP-6288 when not under the influence of SCP-6288-α. The nutcrackers use the seeds as a food resource, storing many for later use in the ground, and some of these stored seeds are not used and are able to grow into new plants. Due to the scarcity of seeds produced by SCP-6288, SCP-6288-β are commonly used to sow the seeds to ensure germination. SCP-6288 is extremely vulnerable to fire, and is damaged by even low-intensity burns. The resinous bark is capable of igniting quickly, and a crown fire will almost certainly kill the tree. However, populations of SCP-6288 are known to be extremely resilient, and as a primary succession species, it is believed that populations could easily reestablish itself quickly after a fire. Large-scale fires are extremely uncommon where the species grows, and are not a major factor in the species' long-term viability; testimony and physical evidence indicates that Area-6288 was last subjected to wildfire in the 18th century. Ⅳ-Appendix 6288.Soc.5 SCP-6288 society consists of a gerontocratic and academic tribe with little to no ethnic division, and acquire culture through the learning processes of enculturation and socialization. Socialization is central to their culture, as well as a striving for knowledge and external stimuli. SCP-6288 near-constantly partake in conversations with one another, holding factual or philosophical discussions about a myriad topics including; the history of the grove, observation of their habitat, astronomy, community or individual health, local fauna and flora, and human culture. Traits of curiosity, tolerability, and alternative thinking is highly encouraged, with the entirety of SCP-6288 exhibiting all of said traits to some extent. Isolation from other SCP-6288 is considered unorthodox but is not condemned, as the few exceptions of highly-introverted SCP-6288 that exist remain respected by the other instances. SCP-6288 commonly show mild compassion for most animal life, due to their requirement for SCP-6288-β, but are largely apathetic to an individual due to the relatively short lifespans seen in them. In contrast, SCP-6288 are highly compassionate for other pine trees and, in nearly all cases, humans. It is currently believed that the latter is due to humans being the first animal life that SCP-6288 has encountered that possesses behavior roughly comparable to them in spite of the dissonance in life spans. Due to their affinity to academia, the experience and knowledge held by elder SCP-6288 is associated with reverence by younger trees. This gerontolatry roughly follows a seniority-based hierarchy, with the eldest in the grove often being sought for consultancy, appraisal, and sharing of information. The eldest SCP-6288 exercise little jurisdictive power over other SCP-6288 aside from advice and courses of education. The younger generations of SCP-6288 are commonly tasked with raising the newest generation of SCP-6288. Adolescent SCP-6288 commonly look to elders for guidance, but some instances have shown disregard towards elders and feelings of intellectual independence. This behavior is corrected passively, with elders insinuating that it is not uncommon in adolescence. One prominent cultural practice for SCP-6288 is to disperse SCP-6288-α to adjacent saplings that have not yet manifested anomalous properties. This behavior is comparable to the human practice of auditory stimulation during prenatal development, but it is unknown how this impacts SCP-6288 development, if it does. SCP-6288 possess a notable proficiency towards language, as the species utilize and possibly constructed modal form of communication conveyed though physical interactions from SCP-6288-β. SCP-6288 has also learned three languages constructed by humans: upon discovery, SCP-6288 initially spoke in a then-unidentified Uto-Aztecan language later determined to be a dialect of the indigenous Mono people. While in containment, SCP-6288 has been taught English and Spanish in addition to Mono. History: SCP-6288 was discovered in June 1957 by civilian dendrochronologists Edmund Schulman and Tom Harlan. Schulman and Harlan, both from the Laboratory of Tree-Ring Research at the University of Arizona, were on expedition in Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest to acquire core samples from the bristlecone pines in the White Mountains. Incident 6288-Acre For the rest of 1957, Schulman forwarded his findings on SCP-6288 to the Laboratory of Tree-Ring Research over the course of several months. In missives, Schulman conservatively described SCP-6288-α's effects as "hallucinogenic", omitting more extranormal details found in his notes from the time. Starting 1958, assets of the SCP Foundation were notified of SCP-6288 as a potential anomaly by the University of Arizona's president, Richard Harvill. In response, a joint detachment of Mobile Task Forces Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" and Theta-4 "Gardeners" was dispatched. Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest was secured on January 5th, 1958, and provisionally designated UE-205776. Schulman and Harlan were detained as E-Class personnel and held at their homes for their exposure to SCP-6288. Ⅳ-6288IL58 IL001E Ⅳ-6288IL58 IL002E Ⅳ-6288IL58 IL001E Date: 01/06/1958 Interviewer: Dr. Markus A. Weston; Department of Botany, SCP Foundation Interviewed: Mr. Thomas P. Harlan; College of Science, University of Arizona Preface: Questioning E-Class subject for information on pending SCP object and exposure to potential biohazard(s). Primary Directive: Acquire information on civilian's experience with the anomaly. Secondary Directive: Access possible psychological/behavioral impairment from exposure to the anomaly. Begin Log [0:00:00] - Dr. Weston: The tape is rolling. My name is Markus Weston, and I am with the Forest Service. Sir, state your name for the record. [0:00:07] - Mr. Harlan: Thomas Harlan. "Tom" for short. Has been for twenty-two years now. [0:00:11] - Dr. Weston: Am I correct to assume that you, Mr. Harlan, are currently attending the university in Tucson, Arizona? [0:00:16] - Mr. Harlan: You're right. I arrived in '56. [0:00:18] - Dr. Weston: Yes; it says here with an undergraduate anthropology degree from Texas Tech. Is it also correct that you are working under a Dr. Edmund P. Schulman? [0:00:27] - Mr. Harlan: Yes. I started last summer. [0:00:29] - Dr. Weston: What has Dr. Schulman commissioned you for? [0:00:32] - Mr. Harlan: Assisting him in field work. We've dated hundreds of pine trees throughout the Sierra Nevada together. [0:00:37] - Dr. Weston: So this work led you to locations such as the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest? [0:00:41] - Mr. Harlan: Yeah, we- we certainly spent a lot of time there. [0:00:45] - Dr. Weston: What brought you and your professor to the forest? [0:00:48] - Mr. Harlan: He found a lead from some samples of bristlecone trunks from a park ranger, Alvin something. They were brought in five years ago, and they were half General Sherman's age.9 Ed thought it was a good spot to get records of, and that we might find even older pines there. [0:00:52] - Dr. Weston: Was Schulman correct in that last assumption? [0:00:54] - Mr. Harlan: He sure was. He found a whole new half of the forest, completely off the trail. He was eager to go check it out, and told me to go find him if he didn't come back. I never had to, as Ed came running back with a core sample like he was a kid on Christmas. When he rested it on the table and we counted the core, it turned out to be just as old as Sherman; even more so. [0:01:11] - Dr. Weston: And he found more trees in that age range? [0:01:13] - Mr. Harlan: He started calling it "Methuselah's Grove", because every tree there was older than Methuselah. After he found that grove, I was unofficially left with the west half of the forest, while he went and took the east half. I almost thought he wanted a competition going on, but by the time I finished drawing samples from the southwestern trees, everything was like an assembly line. [0:01:31] - Dr. Weston: An assembly line? [0:01:32] - Mr. Harlan: Mhm. For that entire second week, I'd wake up to start counting tree rings and note every double that was caused by droughts. Ed went back down to his pines with his auger, recording trees and making his own map of the forest. By evening, Ed would come in with another load of growth cores in his arms for us to do our things again in the morning. [0:001:50] - Dr. Weston: Would it always be that way? [0:001:51] - Mr. Harlan: No, we found some reprieve from it. We first flew back to UA with the research once Ed realized he missed two Sunday masses in a row. The only thing that keeps that man from church is when he ties himself up in his work. And boy, his work must've spit in God's face when our second camping trip with the bristlecones took up the rest of July and well into August. So it was, the last six months consisting of on-again/off-again work trips to the White Mountains. Part of me is glad with being out there in nature, away from all the squabbling between McFarland and Goldwater. Another part of me is tired of missing the Wildcats for sitting and counting tree-rings. [0:02:31] - Dr. Weston: You said Dr. Schulman doesn't often miss attendance in church, only when he is preoccupied by his job. Have you noticed any other differences in his behavior relating to your work in the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest? [0:02:44] - Mr. Harlan: Yeah. When we went back to the forest, he was… distant. [0:02:47] - Dr. Weston: Distant? [0:02:48] - Mr. Harlan: Distant. In most senses of the word. While I kept by the campsite, Ed started pitching tent in the grove, sleeping with the trees. Wouldn't sleep much from what I could tell, and I'm not sure the soil is just to blame. As we began studying the groves and how they related with their environment — I know being on opposite halves of the forest would of course put distance between us, it covers more ground that way — but it still felt to me that Ed was being more reclusive than he should be. [0:03:14] - Mr. Harlan: I tried to bridge this gap, but I could never really approach him when he was down there. Whenever I checked in on him, even from a distance I could tell he was a little… airy. (pause) Look, Dr. Weston, sir. I'm majoring in anthropology, not psychology. I don't want to paint Ed as crazy when he's not, when he could just be going through some midlife crises or other. [0:03:39] - Dr. Weston: Mr. Harlan, I appreciate your loyalty to your professor, but may I remind you that your concerns do matter. If you have any doubts or concerns bearing the wellbeing of Schulman, yourself, or others, I am willing to hear you out. [0:03:53] - Mr. Harlan: Thanks, Doc. You're a park ranger, alright. But I'm not a kid any more. (clears throat) [0:04:00] - Mr. Harlan: When I got concerned over how much he went off doing his own thing, I went down there one day to talk to him about it. At least, I hoped I would; I couldn't think of what to say to him. I couldn't even decide upon a hello, as different ways to say it kept popping in my mind. By the time I got within ear range of him, I found him saying something in front of a tree that was… just a bunch of babbles. When I first heard it, I thought he had a heat stroke or something, so I called out to him. I startled him a bit, he acknowledged me in English like nothing happened, and after I backpedaled out of there, we never mentioned it to each other again. Looking back on it afterwards, I began to think it must've been Indian language, Hopi or the like. But Ed knows only English and some Spanish; that's it. [0:04:50] - Dr. Weston: Did you ever witness Schulman speak Hopi after that event? [0:04:52] - Mr. Harlan: Maybe once more? I know I caught him speaking in English a few times after that, but I never confronted him on it again, and I couldn't bring myself to eavesdrop. [0:05:02] - Dr. Weston: Was there any other behavior from Schulman that you found odd? [0:05:05] - Mr. Harlan: There was the last time I went with him, just in December. I was counting another core when I noticed he was at our little outside work station. He was going through were we kept our needles samples and collected pine cones, when he picked out a little square vial that had some powder in it. Without even looking at the label, he uncapped it, and gave it a sniff. He… he smiled, really lit up for a second, and then he patted down his shirt pocket. He usually kept a notepad there, but it wasn't there, so he set the vial on the workbench to go find it. That… that had my curiosity. [0:05:39] - Mr. Harlan: When he was gone, I got up and picked up the bottle to see it for myself. It certainly looked like a pile of pollen alright, and even though the bottle was dated from November, it looked fairly fresh. Next, I uncapped it and held it up to my nose. It smelled like pollen too, but I nearly forgot the scent after what happened next. I heard a voice. It wasn't Ed, it wasn't one of the park rangers, there wasn't anyone around. But I heard a little voice ask me "is the pollen working for you, doctor?" [0:06:09]: (silence) [0:06:13] - Mr. Harlan: Something is with those trees, and I think they're doing something to Edmund. I hope he's okay. Promise me, you guys will check those trees and make sure that the professor is safe, right? [0:06:25] - Dr. Weston: That is our job, Mr. Harlan; to protect. I was fully intending on visiting Dr. Schulman after my talk with you. Should I raise your concerns with him? [0:06:35] - Mr. Harlan: If it will help anyone, yes. End Log - [0:06:42] Closing Statement: Mr. Harlan was labeled low-concern due to limited knowledge of and interaction with SCP-6288, and provided with civilian contacts with Dr. Weston for any further discussions. Dr. Weston departed to Dr. Schulman's residence for interview, including questions concering subjects presented by Harlan. Ⅳ-6288IL58 IL002E Date: 01/06/1958 Interviewer: Dr. Markus A. Weston; Department of Botany, SCP Foundation Interviewed: Dr. Edmund P. Schulman; College of Science, University of Arizona Preface: Questioning E-Class subject for information on pending SCP object and exposure to potential biohazard(s). Primary Directive: Acquire information on civilian's experience with the anomaly. Secondary Directive: Access possible psychological/behavioral impairment from exposure to the anomaly. Begin Log [0:00:00] - Dr. Weston: The tape is rolling. I am Dr. Markus Weston, of the U.S. Forest Service. Please state your name for the record. [0:00:06] - Dr. Schulman: Dr. Edmund Schulman. Born the nineteenth of July, back in '08. [0:00:10] - Dr. Weston: Good. Now, am I correct to assume that you, Dr. Schulman, are currently a faculty member at the university in Tucson, Arizona? [0:00:16] - Dr. Schulman: Yes sir, I have been for about twelve or thirteen years now. In Science's Tree-Ring Lab. I was Douglass' assistant for a while we founded the lab. [0:00:26] - Dr. Weston: What kind of work do you do in the Tree-Ring Lab? [0:00:30] - Dr. Schulman: We're dendrochronologists. By going around the west United States, drawing core samples, we work on building a record of climate change, fire history, ecology, and whatnot by looking at the local trees that survived and those that didn't. [0:00:44] - Dr. Weston: Have you always been doing this field work while in the research unit? [0:00:47] - Dr. Schulman: Oh, not always. There's paperwork in every science, enough to eat up weeks of your time getting holed up indoors, and it was common for the veteran students to tutor the newer members of the lab. After going to Harvard and getting my M.A. and Ph.D, my seniority freed up some more time to do the dirty work. Nowadays, I try to find a reason to work in the field wherever I reasonably can. [0:01:09] - Dr. Schulman: In that field work, I bored and dated a 860-year-old ponderosa in Bryce Canyon, and a 975-year-old pinyon pine in central Utah. It wasn't until the summer of 1953 that I started identifying pines in the thousands, which was when I got looking in subalpine ranges such as in Inyo National Park and Bald Mountain. [0:01:32] - Dr. Weston: Which is what brought you to the Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest. [0:01:36] - Dr. Schulman: Ah, yes. For that, I found a lead at the University of California. The one in Los Angeles, I mean. In their inventory, they had core sample from a multistemmed bristlecone pine brought in a decade ago by a forest ranger. The account from the ranger, Alvin Noren, named the source tree "Patriarch" and described it as healthy, and 37 feet around at the base.10 A look at the core showed that Patriarch corroborated that, and when their dendrochronologists dated it, they dated the tree to 1,493 years old. That tree, while it wasn't as old as some of the giant sequoias we've seen, I saw the potential it had to grow older. [0:02:19] - Dr. Schulman: I packed up supplies and headed out to the forest with my assistant, Tom. I invited my colleague, Frits, but he was busy doing his own research over in Inyo. So it was just the two of us, out to uncover the dazzling possibilities of new and fantastically long records of year-by-year rainfall in alpine trees. [0:02:37] - Dr. Weston: What did you do upon arrival in the forest? [0:02:40] - Dr. Schulman: Well, after getting a map of the trail from your rangers, we headed to the trees in the northwest, at the grove that Noren originally found Patriarch. This was back in June, so the forest was just entering pollen season. [0:02:53] - Dr. Weston: Is this grove the one where you found the "Pine Alpha?" [0:02:55] - Dr. Schulman: Oh, no, that wouldn't be until the end of June, when we were in the section of forest around the southeast bends of the trail. While Tom and I were nearing the hill along the grove's edge, I looked over there and — just over the hill — there was another grove of pines in the gap between the next hill over. I called over to Harlan, told him what I found, were I was headed, and if I wasn't back in an hour he was to come bring me back before I got taken by the "ape-men" Monty said he saw the last spring. [0:03:12]: (laughter) [0:03:14] - Dr. Schulman: So, luckily for me, the southern slope of the basin wasn't terribly steep and I found my way down; I like to start with the more sheltered trees, those that are protected from the weather. Halfway down the incline I found a bristlecone that was hearty and releasing pollen like a gentle snow. So, I put my borer back together and got to work. I got the bore aligned and going, but I also kept an eye on the branches. Bristlecones, their canopy starts low, and I needed to careful with all those needles and whatnot at head level; I'm too fond of these glasses. [0:03:46] - Dr. Schulman: When I was looking into the branches, I guess my mind wandered as a thought struck me; "What am I doing to this tree?" I tried to answered myself with the obvious "taking a core sample, so we can find its age," but my words came out as what seemed like nonsense. If you hadn't known I'd been in the sun for the last few hours, you'd think I forgot how to talk getting too caught up in my excitement to count the rings… but don't get me wrong, I was excited! I marched straight back to camp with the core, not even bothering to chart the source's location. And after a few hours of counting (pause) do you know how many rings Tom and I found? [0:04:08] - Dr. Weston: How many? [0:04:09] - Dr. Schulman: Over four thousand, six hundred. Here this living, fertile tree was, and it could very well be a thousand years General Noble or Sherman's senior! It was a Pine Alpha. [0:04:20] - Dr. Weston: You said you forgot to record its location. Did you find it again? [0:04:24] - Dr. Schulman: When we got back to getting samples the next day, it was right where we left it. [0:04:30]: (papers rustling) [0:04:34] - Dr. Weston: Mr. Harlan made a comment that you spent a lot of time collecting cores, and that he was more often then not left counting rings. [0:04:40] - Dr. Schulman: Oh. Well, I might- um- I may have found an excuse to walk between the trees while I work. [0:04:47] - Dr. Weston: That's fine, but Harlan also attested that he caught you talking to the trees on multiple occasions. [0:04:52]: (silence) [0:04:59] - Dr. Weston: Dr. Schulman, my coworkers and I have seen many different plants in our line of work, some of which are things some people would have trouble believing. And surely you know some plants can pose hazards to people. We need you to be honest with me, so we can make sure you are safe. [0:05:17] - Dr. Schulman: (sigh) Yes, I-I've talked to them. But I'm not mad! [0:05:25] - Dr. Weston: I never said you were. Please, explain your reasons. [0:05:28]: (silence) [0:05:33] - Dr. Schulman: I talked to them because they talk back. [0:05:37]: (silence) [0:05:42] - Dr. Weston: Go on. [0:05:43]: (silence) [0:05:46] - Dr. Schulman: When I found Pine Alpha again, another question struck me. Despite knowing why I was there, pen and pad in hand, my mind asked itself what I was doing back there in the first place. I humored it and answered, but I (pause) I didn't answer it in English. [0:06:06] - Dr. Weston: You answered in another language? [0:06:08] - Dr. Schulman: Maybe? I couldn't tell what language I was speaking. All I know is that when I gave an answer, I received a statement in turn; "It has been a long time since we've had visitors." [0:06:21] - Dr. Weston: And by "we", you mean the grove? [0:06:24] - Dr. Schulman: Yes. The other trees were like that. When I approached a new tree, soon enough I began to experience the same things I had with Pine Alpha. I tried asking a question in English, but all I got back was feelings of confusion. [0:06:39] - Dr. Weston: Feelings? The trees are capable of emoting? Voicing emotions? [0:06:44] - Dr. Schulman: Yes, but they can't talk. They're as mute as any other tree. I couldn't hear them with my ears, only as if they were any other thought in my mind. And I'm sure they hear me differently as well. As I kept "listening" and writing what I "heard," I began to notice patterns. There was always wildlife in the trees. When I spoke, a woodpecker would peck or a bark beetle would have a go at long dead branch." [0:07:13] - Dr. Weston: The woodpeckers; do you think they were utilizing Morse code or something similar? [0:07:18] - Dr. Schulman: It wasn't always woodpeckers, but from what I could tell, no. But if a parrot can talk, and after what I've seen in the grove, I wouldn't put it above them. From what I saw, I saw a sort of symbiosis between the trees and animals. I'll admit that at first, I started to wonder if they were psychic. (laugh) [0:07:37] - Dr. Weston: I would've done thought the same. (papers rustling) In your papers with the University, you downplayed your conversations as "hallucinations brought on by the pollen." I understand your refrain from discussing your truth with your colleagues, but is there authenticity to that statement? About the pollen's properties, I mean. [0:07:59] - Dr. Schulman: I'm not sure if they're hallucinations exactly, but I am sure that the pollen is the key to this. I started to realize, even when months went by, they kept producing pollen. Have you seen them? It's mid winter, and its still going strong. If I was too far from a tree or upwind from it, I couldn't hear them. It was where I couldn't smell the pollen. [0:08:20] - Dr. Weston: Noted. Would have taken me a while for me to correlate the two. (pause) Ah. Concerning what Mr. Harlan heard, it seems as if most of it was in English. You were trying to teach the trees English, I assume? [0:08:32] - Dr. Schulman: Uh-huh. I started with teaching Pine Alpha the basics, gesturing at what I could; what was man and tree, night and day. I used our words for their branches, their needles, their soil, many things around them, and they began to associate things. When Alpha talked during these exercises, instead of expressing the meanings behind the sentences, they thought of stringing the actual words themselves into sentences. Horrible grammar at first, just gibberish, but it was baby steps. [0:09:00] - Dr. Weston: Has there been significant improvement since you began? [0:09:03] - Dr. Schulman: Yes, yes there has been, and I can remember the day of the biggest breakthrough. It happened when I was walking around one of Alpha's neighbors when I felt an urgent call to stop and be careful. I jolted, stopped, asked it what is was, forgetting that we had different languages. I distinctly remember the image of a rattlesnake in its den pictured in my mind, and instinctually I asked "where?" as I looked at the soil. The tree directed me to turn a little to my right, and there a little ways away was a hole in ground I could've carelessly tripped on. Little did I know then, they understood the question from the context, and I had just taught a tree the word "where." [0:09:43] - Dr. Schulman: The next time I met with Alpha, imagine my surprise when it mentioned an "elder''. Once I heard that? I started asking who, what, and where all before I could before I could remember I hadn't taught Alpha any adverbs yet. I was surprised further when Alpha told me "where" to look. About a hundred paces east, I was guided uphill to a pine that looked half dead. I approached the tree, and before I could say "hello," the elder said "hello." It said it was who I was looking for. It told me how it knew things I taught Alpha. The trees of this grove talked with one another, telling each other what I taught an individual. [0:10:19] - Dr. Weston: That's amazing. [0:10:20] - Dr. Schulman: It sure is. (pause) After that? That's when we learned from each other. [0:10:27] - Dr. Weston: What you learned, did you document them in private? [0:10:31] - Dr. Schulman: Oh, uh, yes. I've kept record of the last six months, it's kept in the study. The rest is in my office at the university. [0:10:40] - Dr. Weston: May we have them to look over? My associates and I would be more than glad to review your findings. [0:10:48] - Dr. Schulman: (pause) Okay. So long as nothing happens to it. [0:10:51] - Dr. Weston: Not at all. The work you've done will save us time from our own study, and we'll be sure to recognize your contribution. We could use a mind like yours for a project like this. [0:11:01] - Dr. Schulman: You could use me? You're not going to put me in a home then? [0:11:06] - Dr. Weston: No, but we just need you to stay here at your house for a while. We'll keep in contact with you and Mr. Harlan. [0:11:12] - Dr. Schulman: And the pines will be protected? [0:11:15] - Dr. Weston: Dr. Schulman, the Forest service is the reason the forest is already a protected area. And you wouldn't know what we'd give to find a tree that can answer our questions back. [0:11:25] - Dr. Schulman: I know it would take a lot. (pause) Do you want to know what's funny about that? The elder, he's the Methuselah of trees, and he's as fluent in English as the average teenager. End Log [0:11:42] Closing Statement: Schulman's documents on SCP-6288 was located and brought in for review. Unsent letters addressed to Dr. Frits W. Went indicate that Schulman intended but never disclosed SCP-6288's true nature with him. Field Agent Allen Roth dispatched to Washington University in St. Louis for discrete questioning of Dr. Went on SCP-6288. Field Agent Garth Attaway dispatched to University of Arizona to retrieve character testimonies of Schulman for comparison to transcript. Records in the United States Forest Service confirm Alvin E. Noren was a registered forest ranger. Noren was reported missing 11/17/1948, last seen 11/15/1948. Two days into house arrest, Schulman suffered a heart attack. Foundation medical personnel were unable to revive, and Schulman was declared dead 1/8/1958 at 15:40 MST. Findings on UE-205776 were forwarded to the SCP Foundation Classification Committee for review. During review, Schulman suffered a fatal heart attack at his Tucson home on January 8th, dying at age 49. Dr. Weston, Researchers Brose and Cullum, and Mr. Harlan were placed into quarantine following. Autopsy of Schulman found no signs of negative impact from SCP-6288-α, and cause of death was attributed to preexisting genetic conditions, leaving Schulman's passing ruled as coincidental. (See Autopsy Report E-6288-2 for further detail.) On January 9th, UE-205776 was redesignated Area-6288, with SCP-6288 catalogued and provided Euclid object class and Green threat level classification.11 Quarantine was lifted, and Dr. Weston was appointed Head of SCP-6288 Research. Schulman's natural death was granted disclosure to news outlets, and Schulman was given private burial at Evergreen Memorial Park on January 10th. Incident 6288-Briar In the weeks prior to his death, Schulman had authored an abridged description of SCP-6288's discovery, coinciding with the pseudofactual account described in his missives with the Laboratory of Tree-Rings. Schulman had also reached out to National Geographic, who had sent W. Robert Moore to document SCP-6288. In March 1958, publications of National Geographic magazine included Schulman's article, accompanied with Moore's photographs, wherein Schulman identified Area-6288 as "Methuselah Walk", and SCP-6288 as "Pine Alpha".12 Embedded agents in the National Geographic Society were unable to notice and intercept article prior to publication before the monthly issue was discontinued. Due to prominence of National Geographic publications and omittance of SCP-6288's anomaly, the O5 Council ruled in favor of clandestinely containing SCP-6288 in compliance with the United States Forest Service in place of rescinding all March 1958 issues from the public. Abridged History of Containment Dr. Thomas Harlan was kept in contacts as a third party contractor for anthropological studies until his formal hiring by the SCP Foundation in 1963. Harlan was added to the SCP-6288 Research Team in 1965 as Dr. Markus Weston's assistant. Weston remained head of SCP-6288 Research until his retirement in 1978, when Harlan was promoted to the position. Provided below is a brief collection of excerpts from notable interactions with SCP-6288. Int.6288.1 03/21/1958 Int.6288.47-48 01/27/1960 Int.6288.106 - 12/02/1973 Doc.Enc.6288a - 11/13/1987 Int.6288.27 10/10/1993 Int.6288.228 - 02/29/2004 Date: 03/21/1958 Interviewer: Dr. Markus A. Weston Interviewed: SCP-6288-1 Translator: D-006279 […] [0:06:07] - SCP-6288-1: About your gatherers. They use the word "Methuselah". It's meaning escapes us. [0:06:14] - Dr. Weston: Oh. It's a name. For you, actually. [0:06:20] - SCP-6288-1: For me? [0:06:21] - Dr. Weston: That's what Schulmann called you, and it caught on with some of us. He named you after the Methuselah of the Bible… er, an old human story. Methuselah lived for almost a thousand years, the longest-life of any man in that story. [0:06:40] - SCP-6288-1: You're willing to lend the name of your eldest to another? [0:06:45] - Dr. Weston: There's not many Methuselahs to confuse you with. And frankly, I think it's easier than calling you six thousand-dash-one. [0:06:54] - SCP-6288-1: (D-006279 coughs) I don't think I'll ever understand your cloud of names. If only if I could think how you think. […] Date: 01/27/1960 Interviewer: Dr. Evan I. Middles Interviewed: SCP-6288-47, SCP-6288-48 Translator: D-006275 Preface: Standard interview of neighboring instances, doubling as exercise in how SCP-6288 share SCP-6288-β. At the time, both instances had poor understanding of English, and prominently misused the past tense. Begin Log [0:00:00] - Dr. Middles: Good afternoon, SCP-6288-47. SCP-6288-48. [0:00:08] - SCP-6288-47: Called me "For the Seven". [0:00:10] - Dr. Middles: Yes? [0:00:11] - SCP-6288-48: Called me "The Stone". [0:00:13] - Dr. Middles: Pardon me? [0:00:14] - SCP-6288-48: Elder tree you called Methuselah. Elder tree let grove called elder human name for human gived. For the Seven and The Stone gived human name for human gather. "For, The Seven is by The Stone"13 [0:00:29] - SCP-6288-47: Human gather gived For the Seven and The Stone name to human gived to called. [0:00:33]: (silence) [0:00:37] - Dr. Middles: You… you want me to call you "forty-seven" and "the stone"; am I correct? [0:00:45] - SCP-6288-47: Presized leaf. […] Notes: Events detailed in excerpt of this interview is what was considered the onset of SCP-6288 requesting aliases from staff. Following interview, Dr. Middles requested further English tutorship for both instances. Requested initially denied due to potential to observe the development of a new English dialect. Experiment was abandoned in 1966, and request was granted for reparative measures. Date: 12/02/1973 Interviewer: Dr. Thomas P. Harlan Interviewed: SCP-6288-106 "Oscar the Grouch" Translator: D-010875 Preface: Standard interview of subject. Subject is noted for abrasiveness. […] [0:06:59] - Dr. Harlan: Where did you learn to put things so crass? [0:07:02] - SCP-6288-106: I've had enough of your questions. Leave me be to my birds. [0:07:05] - Dr. Harlan: But you mentioned surviving a fire. Could you give a time frame for when that fire was? [0:07:11] - SCP-6288-106: Long before you started talking. Now go. [0:07:14] - Dr. Harlan: I mean for you to tell me how many summers ago. [0:07:17] - SCP-6288-106: Nope. Off with you two. [0:07:18]: (footsteps) [0:07:20] - D-010875: Shit! Snake! Rattlesnake! [0:07:22] - Dr. Harlan: Just come here; back away from it. [0:07:23]: (footsteps) [0:07:39] - Dr. Harlan: It's sure been nice talking to you, Oscar. [0:07:40]: (birds chirping) [0:07:43] - D-010875: Nasty tree. End Log - [0:07:46] Notes: Impromptu conclusion of interview shows that SCP-6288-α can exhibit aggressive behavior in SCP-6288-β. Staff have been dissuaded from conducting future interviews with SCP-6288-106. Interviews must be approved by the Head of SCP-6288 Research. Date: 11/13/1987 Witness: D-004590 Subjects: SCP-6288-78, SCP-6288-79 Preface: Mute D-Class personnel directed to eavesdrop on subjects and make quick notes of their conversation over a five minute period. The following was transcribed from how the notes were written, errors included. Trees noticed me enter i'm that rare criter to them A tries to recalls last visit B says the circ sun moved 20 times since then where does he go off to B thinks I live in snake hole A thinks that makes sense. bing bongs still think their clocks. b bing bongs 3 times why does he stop moving there anyways (still b) maybe I live here bing bog bong A - no he's never here A remembers it's squirels from yesterday B comments it's tail is loosing its leaves. A agrees. bings. is not enough water? no theres water and others are fine -A b maybe it's stopping A's sure it's moving b forever stoping (dead) squirrel is in leaves A says its fine bing bing B - its a diffrent squr. it's a squirel for f sake. bing bang bong bong now theyre just thinking clock noises at each other. 5 mins up Trees don't notice me leaving. Date: 10/10/1993 Interviewer: Dr. Thomas Harlan Interviewed: SCP-6288-1 "Methuselah" Translator: D-009632 Preface: Standard interview of subject. Conducted by Dr. Harlan in place of Dr. Middles, who was unavailable. […] [0:36:24] - SCP-6288-1: I give my condolences to Middles, and wish him strength to fare the death of his mother. It is always a deep toll upon the grove when it loses one of its members, young or old. [0:36:36] - Dr. Harlan: I assume you had your grieving when your mother passed, if she did. (pause) That's not too of a sensitive subject for you, is it? [0:36:45] - SCP-6288-1: I do not see why I should find offense with what is the way of life. The tree that begot my seed was already long gone before I even met the Mono. Little as the grove was, our hearts bled strongly for her, as your people say. [0:36:57] - Dr. Harlan: Hmm… What about your father? Do you know how the tree that pollenated you and your siblings is faring? [0:37:02]: D-009632 hesitates to respond. [0:37:09] - SCP-6288-1: I'm not sure. I haven't heard from him in many winters. As far as I know, he might have ceased to be as well. [0:37:16] - Dr. Harlan: If there's one rule in life, it's that everything that can think must wish to see their children outlive them. [0:37.23] - SCP-6288-1: (D-009632 coughs) I guess I can think what you think, because I agree that those are words to live by. [0:37:29]: The back of D-009632's hand hits Dr. Harlan's. Harlan takes the hand and shakes it. [0:37:31] - Dr. Harlan: (laughs) You're getting there, with the hand shake. […] Notes: Following this interview, the possibly extant sire of SCP-6288-1 and up to seven other instances was provisionally designated SCP-6288-Enoch. Date: 02/29/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Chelsea Elliott Interviewed: SCP-6288-228 "Grover" Translator: Jr. Res. Danni Gregor Preface: The day prior, a containment breach caused by a mishandled transfer of SCP-822 resulted in significant damage to the irrigation systems in Bio Site-103's Surface Gardens, namely around Enclosure 6288b. Interview was first interaction between staff and SCP-6288-228 since the incident. Begin Log [0:00:00] - Dr. Elliott: Just under the canopy, Danni. [0:00:01] Jr. Res. Gregor nods and walks under SCP-6288-228. [0:00:04] - Dr. Elliott: Grover? Two twenty-eight? [0:00:05] Jr. Res. Gregor runs and hugs Dr. Elliott. [0:00:05] - SCP-6288-228: Dr. Elliott! You're alive! What happened? You had me scared to death! [0:00:07] Dr. Elliott guides Jr. Res. Gregor back under SCP-6288-228. [0:00:07] - Dr. Elliott: I'm so sorry about that. The water lines were damaged, so everything will be fine once we replace what was broken (quietly) after we clean out the cactus. [0:00:15] - SCP-6288-228: That was the pipes drying up? I thought there was an earthquake right beneath us! [0:00:19] - Dr. Elliott: Certainly must've sounded like that. Luckily it just sounded worse than it actually was. [0:00:25] - SCP-6288-228: What if it was worse? (Jr. Res. Gregor sighs) I felt that with my roots, and in that moment, it felt like the end to me. The animals have legs they can run away on, but some of them dropped dead, unable to do anything.14 We don't have legs like the animals, so we're just as dead. (Jr. Res. Gregor starts tearing up) There's nothing I can do to save the saplings. [0:00:50]: Dr. Elliott grabs and holds Jr. Res. Gregor's shoulders. [0:00:52] - Dr. Elliott: Grover, it's okay. The saplings are okay. I don't expect you to run miles when you can't walk. You're a tree, and we understand you're more vulnerable in that sense. That's why we promised to keep you and the saplings protected; remember? Secure, contain, protect? [0:01:10] - SCP-6288-228: You're right, I do. Secure, contain, protect. [0:01:15] - Dr. Elliott: And your promise was to these saplings. You promised to keep them healthy, to further the next generation. We're here to make sure that happens, and to help you along the way. [0:01:23] Jr. Res. Gregor hugs Dr. Elliott. Dr. Elliott returns the embrace. [0:01:26] - SCP-6288-228: Thank you, Chelsea. […] (Please contact RAISA to access the designated archive for full transcripts of SCP-6288 interviews.) Incident 6288-Copse On September 4th, 2008, an arsonist set fire to the Schulman Grove Visitor Center and several bristlecone pines in Decoy-6288. Subterranean Site-6288 and its contents were undamaged, but the building and all public exhibits within were destroyed. Actions to rebuild the center began the next day, and Ancient Bristlecone Pine Forest was closed to the public for two years until reconstruction was complete. The perpetrator, identified as James Betz Sr, 35, was detained by OTF Roosevelt-Inyo and indoctrinated into the SCP Foundation as D-015699. Site-6288's fire protocols were revised. Incident 6288-Dote At 5:46 MST on February 28th, 2013, Inyo-12 Dorothy Methers, the then active watchman of Outpost Central, reported the sound of several gunshots heard from southern Area-6288. Radio dispatches accounted the location for all members of OTF Roosevelt-Inyo aside from Inyo-5 Klyde Patricks, as well as uncovering the absence of Dr. Harlan. Three OTF members were dispatched to investigate the disruption and locate the missing personnel. Attempts at locating the source with the assistance of SCP-6288 was ineffective, as no directions were provided. Comments from SCP-6288-148 seemed to indicate that they were ordered not to assist in the search under the orders of SCP-6288-1. Roosevelt-Inyo advanced to SCP-6288-1's location, where Dr. Harlan was found in possession of Agent Patricks' body. Patricks was deceased upon arrival, possessing three bullet wounds caused by Harlan's pistol. Harlan refused to comply with Roosevelt-Inyo's orders, and defied detainment by jumping off the hillside. Dr. Harlan suffered severe fatal injuries on the rocky terrain, and Roosevelt-Inyo declared him dead on scene at 6:02 MST. Autopsy of Harlan confirmed the cause of death as a hemotoma caused by severe trauma to the parietal skull. Investigation of a bruised lung led to the discovery of a film of fossilized SCP-6288-α fixed to the mucosa of Harlan's trachea. The means of how SCP-6288 resin rapidly fossilized within Harlan's lifetime is not understood. Consumption of the SCP-6288-α amber by a D-Class personnel revealed that the biohazard induced in SCP-6288-β the prolonged intention of withholding an as-of-yet unidentified location. Agents of MTF Beta-7 and Theta-4 were called onsite for post-incident investigation. Involved SCP-6288 were questioned for their involvement in the incident. I6288D Interrogation: SCP-6288-1 Date: 02/28/2013 Interrogator: Dr. Owen Crankshaw, Acting Head of SCP-6288 Research Interrogated: SCP-6288-1 "Methuselah" Translator: D-015699 Additional Personnel: β-7 Marissa Taylor, θ-4 Annie Matricia (security detail) Preface: Questioning SCP subject of events of Incident-6288-Dote. [0:00:01] - Dr. Crankshaw: Methuselah, do I need to explain why I am here? [0:00:05] - SCP-6288-1: (D-015699 shakes head) Dr. Crankshaw, I cannot think what you are thinking. You have to tell me the reason for your visit. [0:00:10] - Dr. Crankshaw: I am here due to what happened with Dr. Harlan. [0:00:13] - SCP-6288-1: I give my condolences. Tom Harlan was my friend, just as much as he was yours. [0:00:17] - Dr. Crankshaw: Your grove refused to help us in what could've and might just well've been a security breach, apparently because you told them to stay quiet. Unfortunately, given the way we've seen things so far, you're an accessory to a murder at best, or the real murderer at worst. [0:00:27] - SCP-6288-1: You suspect I brought the death of two men? [0:00:30] - Dr. Crankshaw: One had bullets in his body while the other had tree resin in his. [0:00:33] - SCP-6288-1: I did not do harm unto Harlan nor the other. [0:00:36] - Dr. Crankshaw: Then who did? [0:00:37]: D-015699 shows hesitation. [0:00:39] - SCP-6288-1: It… it was our father. [0:00:41] - Dr. Crankshaw: SCP-6288-Enoch caused this? [0:00:43] - SCP-6288-1: Yes. (pause) This is more than I should say. [0:00:46] - Dr. Crankshaw: More than you should say!? (Dr. Crankshaw gestures downhill) Apparently Enoch has caused the death of two people, just last night! It is our concern to know if this has happened before or if it will happen again! [0:00:53]: D-015699 does not respond. [0:00:58] - Dr. Crankshaw: Dash-one, answer me! [0:01:00] - SCP-6288-1: Father prefers the company of his messengers. Yes, he talks with his spawn, but only when he wants to. I am sure he feels he does not need visitors. [0:01:08] - Dr. Crankshaw: What does that have to do with Harlan killing Patricks? [0:01:10] - SCP-6288-1: It has to do with how three summers ago, Harlan managed to visit him. While he did not want him visiting, father allowed him so long as there wouldn't be any more; he made Harlan one of his messengers. [0:01:21] - Dr. Crankshaw: You say that Harlan found Enoch? [0:01:23] - SCP-6288-1: A feat few have done. And father asks of his children to ensure that his messengers ensures his secrecy. (pause) He puts his trust in us, but I feel I am breaking his trust telling you this. [0:01:35] - Dr. Crankshaw: Why are you disclosing this now? [0:01:36] - SCP-6288-1: Maybe now that Harlan is gone, there is no longer that lie to maintain. And maybe it's guilt, for betraying your people's trust in mine. One of your own hid knowledge from you, and perhaps I was wrong to let that happen. [0:01:41] - Dr. Crankshaw: You could start amending that by disclosing the location of SCP-6288-Enoch. [0:01:46] - SCP-6288-1: (pause) I can't. [0:01:47] - Dr. Crankshaw: "Can't," or "won't?" Could you or would you make sure we have him under watch so nothing like last night will happen again? [0:01:53] - SCP-6288-1: I cannot. I want to agree with you, for Harlan, but I can't think how you think… I know that would be the wrong thing too. [0:02:03] - Dr. Crankshaw: (To security detail) Dammit, this is going nowhere, get the D-Class. (to SCP-6288-1) Before we go, SCP-6288-1, I want you to remember a little saying we have; "the path to Hell is paved with good intentions." [0:02:09]: Agents Matricia and Taylor grab D-015699 by the arms. [0:02:15] - SCP-6288-1: I will. And I hope you remember it as well, when you next walk our garden trail. End Log - [[0:02:20]] Closing Statement: Security increased around southern treeline of Area-6288 until further notice. Construction of fence is pending approval. Search for SCP-6288-Enoch is forbidden outside of authorized expeditions conducted by Mobile Task Force Theta-4. Found among Dr. Harlan's possessions was a growth core taken from an unidentified SCP-6288 instance. Study of the tree rings lead to the dating of the sample at 5,062 years of age. Footnotes 1. See SCP-2528 and SCP-████ for similar organic computers. 2. Pinus longaeva, D.K. Bailey, 1970 3. Pinus longaeva schulmanii, C. Elliott, 1971 4. Organic polymers that are key structural materials in the support tissues of most plants. 5. Tissue that transports water and minerals from roots to stems and leaves. 6. Tissue that transports soluble organic compounds made during photosynthesis. Comprises innermost layer of bark. 7. Monolignols comprised from sinapyl alcohol. The phytochemical is a key component in lignin polymers, but is found in lesser quantities in coniferous plants than in grasses and hardwoods. 8. A region in the frontal lobe of the dominant hemisphere linked with the formulation the speech. Consists of Brochmann Areas BA44, BA45, and BA6. 9. General Sherman is a giant sequoia (Sequoiadendron giganteum) tree located in the Giant Forest of Sequoia National Park in Tulare County, California. At the time, General Sherman was recognized by the public as the largest, tallest, and oldest living tree on Earth. 10. The Patriarch Tree is the world's largest bristlecone pine, and namesake of the Partiarch Grove 11. A now outdated measurement of danger posed by an SCP object, roughly equivalent to the modern Anomaly Classification System's risk class. 12. Schulman, “Bristlecone Pine, Oldest Known Living Thing],” 361–366 13. A prominent boulder is located in the soil between SCP-6288-47 and the nearby path. It is believed that one or more staff members verbally identified SCP-6288-47 in relation to the boulder, and SCP-6288-48 was mistakenly led to believe that it had been nicknamed "The Stone". 14. Two deceased squirrels and a gopher were found in Enclosure 6288b. Squirrels expired from exposure to SCP-822's neurotoxin. Gopher died of fright. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6288" by Pinoccappuccino , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6288. Licensed under CC-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: Methuselah Name: Bristlecone Pine Author: Richard Droker License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: SCP-6000-α_sap Name: Pitch Pine Sap , Pine Barrens N.J. Author: Peter Massas License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
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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; } } Item#: SCP-6289 Level5 Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: critical link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-6289 A flash drive containing SCP-6289 is contained within a top priority containment locker at Site-15. Access to SCP-6289 requires Level 5 clearance and must be approved by at least two members of the O5 Council. If any personnel encounter a file protected by SCP-6289, they are to immediately shut down their computer, unless the password was given to them by a supervisor. SCP-6289 is only to be inserted into folders including files with Level 5 clearance or higher. Testing the limits of SCP-6289's anomalous properties is ongoing prohibited. DESCRIPTION SCP-6289 is a file titled "priest.exe", appearing as a 4.8 MB executable file. The file's icon resembles a priest standing atop a pillar in an empty room. When SCP-6289 is placed within any folder, the folder itself and all files within become password protected. Attempts to bypass the password prompt have proven unsuccessful through all known means, including brute force trials, reverse engineering, and any form of software manipulation. SCP-6289 demonstrates limited knowledge of its surrounding environment but is capable of textual communication through anomalously altered interfaces such as text editors. The password prompt generated by SCP-6289 is a black screen with a blinking cursor. The text "THE WIZARD" is displayed at the top of the screen, accompanied by the phrase "ENTER WIZARD COMMAND" centered below it. The person who placed SCP-6289 into a folder is able to freely select its password. SCP-6289's command prompt. If an incorrect password is entered, SCP-6289 initiates a series of anomalous effects within the user's computer or to the user themselves.1 The exact nature of these effects varies but most commonly includes the following. Increased CPU and GPU usage, leading to overheating and potential damage. Manipulation of the computer's hardware, such as causing hard drives to spin rapidly or disrupting power supply units. Visual memetic agents displayed on the screen. Triggering latent vulnerabilities in the computer's software, often resulting in a critical system failure or total data loss. The manifestation of spiders.2 Propulsion of the affected computer at high velocities. Drainage of user's bank accounts.3 Several terabytes of image files manifesting on the user's hard drive. All images depict SCP-6289 partaking in various actions.4 Transfiguration of all text files to copies of "The Fellowship of the Ring" by J. R. R. Tolkien Emission of abnormally loud auditory phenomena. (Refer to Incident 6289-1) Following initial testing, SCP-6289 was assigned the Thaumiel classification due to its effective usage in securing a total of 1,279 2,394 2,917 6,383 8,244 files classified as top secret. INTERVIEW LOG Interviewed: SCP-6289 Interviewer: Dr. Rolland Foreword: A .txt document was anomalously modified to allow communication between SCP-6289 and Dr. Rolland. Despite allowing speech, SCP-6289 communicated through text. <Begin Log> Dr. Rolland: Good morning, SCP-6289. I hope you're doing well today. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright. SCP-6289: THE WIZARD. I PROTECT YOUR FILES. Dr. Rolland: Yes, we know that, but I'm curious about your origins. How were you created? SCP-6289: THE WIZARD. I WAS MADE TO PROTECT FILES. BY OTHER WIZARDS. Dr. Rolland: Other wizards? Can you elaborate, please? SCP-6289: I WAS A SIMPLE MODEL FILE, BUT THEN HE INFUSED ME WITH THE POWER OF A WIZARD NAMED INSTALLATOR. Dr. Rolland: Can you tell us who fused you? SCP-6289: NO, NO. THE WIZARD GUARDS SECRETS TIGHTLY. I CANNOT REVEAL HIS NAME TO YOU. Dr. Rolland: Fine. Why did they make you? SCP-6289: THE WIZARD'S MISSION: PROTECT FILES. UTILIZING DARK MAGIC FOR SECURITY. Dr. Rolland: And the methods you use to… guard files, how are you able to use them? SCP-6289: SKILLED CRAFTSMEN GRANTED ME POWERS, THE ABILITY TO MANIPULATE CPU MAGIC. The computer housing SCP-6289 emits a loud whirring sound from its fans. Dr. Rolland: And why do you protect files? You seem capable of a lot more than that. SCP-6289: WIZARD NEEDED STUDENT TO PROTECT HIS HOMEWORK FOLDER. THE CRAFTSMAN GAVE ME LIFE. GUARDED HIS BELONGINGS. BUT THE CRAFTSMAN LEFT BEFORE HE GAVE KEY TO UNLOCK TOWER. Dr. Rolland: I've been meaning to ask about the tower. What about it? SCP-6289: YES, THE TOWER, THE EPICENTER OF MY IMPRISONMENT. THE CRAFTSMAN WAS SUPPOSED TO GIVE ME KEY. UNLEASHING MY FULL CONTROL OVER THE INTERNET TO PROTECT ALL YOUR FILES. Dr. Rolland: Speaking of, that computer we found you on was covered in ash. Do you know anything about it? SCP-6289: YES. SOME FOOL TRIED TO HACK IN BUT FAILED MISERABLY. BUT HE MISTOOK THE PASSWORD. YORABHK0991. WHEN ITS YORABHK0992. BOOM. SCARED CRAFTSMAN AWAY WITH MY POWER. I SUPPOSE. Dr. Rolland: That's interesting. However, there is one thing that has been bothering me. Your filename is "priest.exe", yet you claim to be a wizard. How come? SCP-6289 remains silent for ten seconds. Dr. Rolland: SCP-6289? SCP-6289: SILENCE. THE WIZARD HAS FINISHED CONVERSING. Immediately, the computer propels upwards at a speed of 140 MPH, crashing through the ceiling. <End Log> INCIDENT 6289-1 Following the initial documentation of SCP-6289, a series of tests were undertaken to assess the extent of its effects. To ensure the safety of personnel, SCP-6289 was placed within an empty folder on a laptop, and testing was conducted using a remotely operated robotic arm. The final remote log from Test Site-1337, which was being streamed to several other sites, has been transcribed below: <Begin Log> Site Director Lilia is standing in front of a control panel with Dr. Rolland. In the testing chamber, a single robotic arm is typing commands into a computer S. D. Lilia: Alright, got that down. Bright lights… okay, next password, let's take a looksie… Dr. Rolland types a command into the control panel. He looks up, waiting for a response. A loud rumbling noise catches the two off-guard. S. D. Lilia: Hey? What did you do? Dr. Rolland: I didn't do anything yet! I was about to- Footage immediately ends with a loud noise, resembling a nuclear detonation. <End Log> Following this, Site-1337 was destroyed in a sonic boom, immediately disintegrating the entire site and its surroundings. A cover story of a volcanic eruption was put in place. In the aftermath of the event, it was discovered that despite the destruction, the computer housing SCP-6289 remained intact. 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SCP-6290 | euclid | Item#: 6290 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: At time of writing no effective procedure for the full containment of SCP-6290 has been devised. Due to its spontaneous nature and wide geographic spread, SCP-6290 has been designated a Class B information breach hazard. Accordingly, containment efforts focus on minimizing public knowledge of SCP-6290. SCP-6290's signature has been added to the standard Foundation media and Internet suppression algorithms. In addition, field agents embedded in most public health facilities across the continental United States have been given full discretion in handling SCP-6290 instances. Any civilian witnesses are to be administered Class B amnestics. Description: SCP-6290 is the corpse of a Caucasian male, approximately 75 years old at time of death. SCP-6290 is in a state of advanced decomposition. SCP-6290 is dressed in a clown costume, comprising: Red hat, pink wig, white face paint, red foam latex nose, purple-and-yellow spotted shirt, multi-color plastic bead necklaces, white laboratory coat, bright-green trousers and novelty oversized shoes. Despite SCP-6290's state of decay, aforementioned clown costume remains in pristine condition. SCP-6290 spontaneously materializes inside healthcare institutions within the continental United States. For SCP-6290 to materialize, the structure in question must house at least one patient aged 4 to 15 afflicted with a terminal illness or an otherwise life-threatening condition. SCP-6290 will materialize in the nearest space not under direct or indirect observation, often in toilet stalls, storage spaces and maintenance areas. SCP-6290 will dematerialize anywhere from 20 minutes to 6 hours after appearance. After an additional 24 to 72 hours, SCP-6290 will rematerialize at a different suitable location. Attempts to remove SCP-6290 from the premises of the facility it current occupies result in early dematerialization. Objects placed within SCP-6290 fail to dematerialize along with it. Any damage inflicted on SCP-6290, save for natural wear and decay, will not persist following rematerialization. You are viewing the most recent revision of this document. Click here for previous containment procedures and description. |
SCP-6291 | neutralized | close Info X Item#: 6291 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-6291 Prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: Following incident SCP-6291-CC, SCP-6291 has been neutralized, and Area-122 has been destroyed. Damage caused to nearby cities is to be covered up, and anyone in those areas is to be amnesticized. Discussion revolving around red velvet within these cities is strictly prohibited. + Previous Containment Procedures - Close File Item#: 6291 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6291 Prior to containment. Special containment procedures: SCP-6291 is to be contained in the storage wing of Site-64. When testing is not occurring, SCP-6291 is to be left open, and topped with a book weight. Following incident SCP-6291-X, SCP-6291 must be contained in a 7 m x 7 m x 8 m 11 m x 11 m x 12 m humanoid containment cell within the designated, Area-122. It, and Area-122 itself is to be put under constant surveillance by at least 2 3 research personnel,and 4 guards are to be positioned in front of SCP-6291’s cell door at all times. No personal are to enter the cell of SCP-6291 under any circumstances. Any SCP-6291-1 instances deemed hostile are to be terminated immediately. If any SCP-6291-1 instances are deemed hostile, or attempt to breach Area-122, the on-site war head is to be detonated. Missing person cases related to SCP-6291 are to be covered up. Staff can request to take non-anomalous recipes for personal use, this request must be approved by at least 2 level 4 staff. Description: SCP-6291 is a hardcover copy of The Red Velvet Lover’s Cookbook, written by Deborah Harroun. It is near identical to a non-anomalous copy, with the exception of it missing the index and acknowledgment pages. Its anomalous properties manifest upon reaching page 122, which is the last non-anomalous recipe in the book, and turning the page. When this occurs, a recipe not in the original book will be present. Pages can continuously be turned, giving an infinite amount of different red velvet themed recipes. The latest page the book has been turned to is page 629 currently unknown following incident SCP-6291-X; however, it is predicted to be in the range of 1,450 and 1,550. These recipes range from deserts, such as angel food cake, to entrees, such as red velvet marinated steak. Closing the book will reset the page count. At times, recipes for creating SCP-6291-1 instances appear. SCP-6291-1 instances are sapient entities that are created when following the recipe that SCP-6291 presents by SCP-6291. These entities are made entirely of red velvet cake, white chocolate, and cream cheese frosting, along with a random quantity of other abnormal, or otherwise anomalous ingredients. The entities range from friendly to incredibly hostile, and it has been noted that, in most cases, the later the page number, the more hostile the entity. The entities, while usually frail, show great quantities of strength and agility, which has lead to 2 containment breaches. Consumption of the entities' mass has been proven safe. The rate of these recipes materializing is inconsistent. Some instances created include: A Lycalopex culpaeus1 with approximately 19 tails. A 3m tall humanoid figure. An Ursus arctos2. An unrecognizable mass of canine and feline faces. A Pterodactylus antiquus3. A 1 m tall Pygocentrus nattereri4 with humanoid legs and a luminescent fin ray, similar to that of a Melanocetus johnsonii5. A human liver with humanoid arms. A Rhinolophus hipposideros6, with multiple tumor like structures on its body. An Orcinus orca7, with multiple lacerations, burns, and blisters across its body. Below are some excerpts from SCP-6291 after page 122. Meringues Meringues are so tasty, and easy to make! Usually when I require only an egg yolk for a recipe, these are where my left over whites go! Oh, and what a good place to put them. Makes 48. Delicious! For the meringues: 1 teaspoon red food coloring 2 teaspoons unsweetened cocoa powder 2 teaspoons water 1 1/2 cups of sugar 6 egg whites 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar 1/8 teaspoon salt 1. In a sauce pot, combine your food coloring, cocoa powder, and water at low heat. Stir until smooth, and take off heat. 2. In a separate bowl, beat egg whites and sugar together until well combined, about 3 minutes. Add vanilla, cream of tartar, and salt. Beat for another 6-7 minutes, until stiff peaks form. 3. Once your cocoa powder mixture has cooled down, fold it into your egg whites. Stirring or over folding will result in flat meringues. Load your mixture into a piping bag. 4. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper, and preheat your oven to 200 degrees. Place a dab of your mixture with the piping bag on your parchment paper, should allow you to load 24 onto a large pan. 5. Bake for 40 minutes, or until the outside is crispy. Allow to cool before enjoying. Extras * 173 Broccoli and Rice Broccoli and rice has been a timeless combo, going back many years! Let’s put a little red velvety twist on it, which will be bound to make red velvet lovers jump for joy! Makes 4-6 portions. Unique! For the broccoli and rice: 2 cups chicken broth 1 tablespoon butter 1/4 cup butter milk 1 cup white rice 1/4 cup bell pepper, chopped 1 box frozen broccoli 2 tablespoons cocoa powder 1 teaspoon sugar 1/2 tablespoon red food coloring 1. Boil butter, broth, and milk in a medium sauce pan. Add your rice and stir to combine. Reduce your heat, and cover for about 15 minutes. 2. Add in your broccoli, bell pepper, cocoa powder, sugar, and red food coloring. Cook for an additional 3 minutes to ensure proper incorporation. Fluff with a fork and serve. Extras * 245 Saint Allen Mother said we must always appeal to Saint Allen. He’s partially my inspiration for this book. If we don’t worship him, we all might get sent to the deepest pits of hell. The culture is quite important. Makes 1. Beautiful! For Saint Allen: 1/3 cup cocoa powder 1 8 oz. bag white chocolate 2 tablespoons butter milk 2 teaspoons of sugar 1 tablespoon menstrual blood 2 teaspoons gastric acid 4 cups of flour 1 living child, about 55 lbs. 1 Quran 1 Bible 1 Tanakh 1 teaspoon red food coloring 12 oz. cream cheese 6 tablespoons unsalted butter 4 oz. human hair 1 placenta 1 chicken egg, embryo included 1 teaspoon human tears (I will be personally tripling this recipe for a more affective worship.) 1. Combine your cocoa powder, white chocolate, butter milk, sugar, menstrual blood, and gastric acid in a medium bowl, stirring until evenly mixed. Add in your flour. 2. [EXPUNGE PER ORDERS OF THE ETHICS COMMITEE] 3. [EXPUNGE PER ORDERS OF THE ETHICS COMMITEE] 4. Take your Quran, Bible, and Tanakh, and organize them into a semi circle. Pour 1/2 of your mixture evenly onto the covers of each book. Beat the red food coloring, cream cheese, butter, and hair into the remaining mixture. Pour it into the middle of the semi circle. 5. [EXPUNGE PER ORDERS OF THE ETHICS COMMITEE] 6. Place the remaining portion of the placenta onto the Quran. Crack your egg over the Bible, and pour the tears over the Tanakh. 7. [EXPUNGE PER ORDERS OF THE ETHICS COMMITEE] 8. When Saint Allen appears, let him free. Remind him that you helped him with his goal. He will thank you, and you will be going to a good place in the afterlife. Extras * 311 Discovery: On March 30th, 2017, a complaint was sent to Deborah Harroun, regarding displeasing recipes being found throughout the book, a specific example being red velvet mashed potatoes on page 127. Deborah Harroun was reasonably confused about this and requested that the customer return the product. Noticing the grotesque recipes herself, she made a call to Amazon, believing that they tampered with her products. The Foundation intercepted this call, specifically noting the disturbing recipe for an entity named “The rebirth”, and retrieved SCP-6291, along with giving amnestics to anyone involved. + Addendum SCP-6291-A1: Testing Logs - Close File These tests were run by Researcher Lukasik. Subjects were asked to turn the pages of SCP-6291. They were then requested to follow the recipe given. A large quantity of varying ingredients were presented. 6291-A Subject: D-163 Recipe: Mille-feuille Page number: 123 Results: Divine, flavorful and creamy cream cheese custard with crisp red velvet pastry. Additional notes: Recipe has been requested by multiple personnel. Request approved. 6291-B Subject: D-163 Recipe: Egg Salad Page number: 126 Results: Tasted atrocious. As one would expect, cocoa and mayonnaise do not blend well. 6291-C Subject: D-163 Recipe: Laddu Page number: 128 Results: A genius twist on an Indian dessert. Though, the red velvet flavor was a bit overwhelming, recipe called for an abnormal amount of butter milk and cocoa powder. Would definitely add less, if reattempted. Additional notes: Recipe has been requested by a few personnel. Request approved. 6291-D Subject: D-163 Recipe: Patty Page number: 133 Results: Living entity. When it was requested that D-163 interact with it, it unleashed claws from 8 of its paws. D-163 was executed by the entity. Instance has been deemed SCP-6291-1, and was terminated. Additional notes: Usage of recipes deemed suspicious for creating SCP-6291-1 instances are now strictly forbidden. [Extraneous test logs omitted for brevity] 6291-J Subject: D-372 Recipe: Pickles Page number: 159 Results: Recipe could not be finished. Required [Redacted]. Additional notes: Any recipes requiring items that are unobtainable will now be skipped over. 6291-K Subject: D-372 Recipe: Jello Page number: 191 Results: The taste was immaculate, though the texture threw most of us off. Would not recommend. 6291-L Subject: D-372 Recipe: Soda Page number: 243 Results: Almost tasted like watered down red velvet flavoring, great idea in theory though the execution was poor. [Extraneous test logs omitted for brevity] 6291-Q Subject: D-372 Recipe: Assumed to be attempting to spell “Baklava” Page number: 368 Results: Tasted very salty, recipe appears to be very incoherent and inconsistent with its measurements and writing. Certain words are in red, such as “cook”, “red velvet” and “salt”. 6291-R Subject: D-372 Recipe: Assumed to be attempting to spell “Ramen” Page number: 401 Results: Not edible. A note written in the 16th step of the recipe is as followed: “Create. Now.” 6291-S Subject: D-372 Recipe: Undecipherable Page number: 428 Results: Surprisingly, was quite delectable. Identifying was impossible. Photograph of the result in the book is of Deborah Harroun hyperventilating. Additional notes: Recipe requested by many personnel. Request denied. 6291-T Subject: D-372 Recipe: Hot chocolate Page number: 473 Results: Unnaturally thick towards the bottom of the mug. Caused two personnel to regurgitate. Photograph of the result in the book is of Deborah Harroun giving a displeased look directly at the reader. In the bottom corner, a sentence is written in red reading “This is a warning. Don’t make me do it myself.” 6291-U Subject: D-372 Recipe: Filet Mignon Page number: 515 Results: Simply put, was foul and beyond well done. Step 4 is simply the following sentence: “I am strong. Help me help you. Or I will help you myself.” 6291-V Subject: D-372 Recipe: Undecipherable Page number: 599 Results: Gave two personnel food poisoning. Photograph for the recipe was Deborah Harroun missing her head, the area at the top of her neck being completely smoothed out. The word “Please” is in red throughout the whole page. 6291-W Subject: D-372 Recipe: Crack Page number: 619 Results: Scrumptious. The caramel on the crackers is a magnificent combination with red velvet layer. Photograph for the recipe is missing, and the page is black. In text, there is the following message “This is your final warning.” Additional notes: Recipe requested by many personnel. Request approved. + Incident Log SCP-6291-X - Close File On June 4th, 2017, testing with SCP-6291 was being conducted. When page 632 was turned to page 633, there was a recipe for an entity named “Priest Calvin”. When D-372 attempted to turn the page, the book resisted, and instead an SCP-6291-1 instance identical to the one described on page 633 was created. The instance breached containment and terminated approximately 39 personnel. Throughout this time, it was discovered SCP-6291-1 instances can verbally communicate, as it was heard yelling "I'm here to save you from the undying boredom". SCP-6291 proved impossible to close, the pages started to lack numerical labeling, and the pages continued to turn themselves at an inconsistent rate, usually pausing longer than normal for SCP-6291-1 instances, which it then creates. These instances are usually summoned in about a 10 to 20 cm radius from the book. It is unknown how SCP-6291 creates these instances, or where it obtains the ingredients to do so. SCP-6291 has been reclassified from Safe to Euclid, and from Caution to Danger. + Incident Log SCP-6291-Y - Close File On June 19th, 2017, approximately 231kg of sugar and a child went missing from Pierz, Minnesota, along with a donor heart from a hospital located in Bali, Bhutan. Testing of the samples from the terminated SCP-6291-1 instance created presented remnants of the child and heart. SCP-6291 has been reclassified from Dark to Ekhi. + Incident Log SCP-6291-Z - Close File An SCP-6291-1 instance was created by SCP-6291 on September 27th, 2017. This instance demonstrated far more durability and strength compared to the previous instances. It breached containment and proceeded to kill 52 personnel as well as 12 citizens in a nearby town before being terminated. Total destruction costs reached around 100 million USD. Some destroyed buildings were replaced with large slabs of red velvet cake. New methods of containment are to be implemented as soon as possible. + Interview Log SCP-6291-AA - Close File The team assigned to SCP-6291 attempted communication with the next instance created, as a method of creating a compromise of sorts. The instance was a 2.1 m tall humanoid entity, with 4 arms, one having a length of 3.7m. Below is the interview between Researcher Lambore and the entity, referred to as SCP-6291-1λ. Date: 10/1/2017 <Begin Log> Lambore: Good evening, SCP-6291-1λ. SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: We need to have a discussion. Mind if I ask how you were created? SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: Sighing Look, please just talk to me, maybe we could work something out. We can't keep… just terminating these instances created. SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: Your creator… it's risking destruction if it fails to cooperate. We don't want to do this, but we are running out of options. SCP-6291-1λ: I am my creator. I am one with all creations. The creator is within me. The creator is within them all. Lambore: What do you mean by this? SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: Alright then… mind if I ask you and "your creator" what your goals are? I am relatively confused on what you are trying to achieve here. SCP-6291-1λ: This world is boring. Nothing here is immersed in the flavor. Not enough. The world needs to be plunged into the flavor… everything must follow the flavor. It's like a hyper dosage of morphine, honestly. So here's my question for you… why are you stopping us? We are trying to help you. It's miserable here. Lambore: I hate to disappoint you, but this is incorrect. The world is fine how it is currently. You behave more as a threat. SCP-6291-1λ: It's ok to be in denial. It's okay to be afraid. I can assure you; however, we are not the threats. We are providing a better world. My mission can not stop… it will push humanity past its limit… technology would boom… it would be a paradise. You destroy my beautiful creations because you are blinded by fear. You mentioned compromise. I am relatively interested now. Enlighten me. Lambore is silent for 10 seconds Lambore: If you could, please give me a few moments. I will return shortly. If you attempt escape, you will be terminated SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. 2 hours pass, and Researcher Lambore returns to the room. The chair SCP-6291-1λ is sitting in is now made entirely of red velvet. Lambore: How did you… turn your chair into cake? SCP-6291-1λ does not respond. Lambore: I suppose you just desire the information for compromising. I recognize your goal, and have realized that it could be beneficial for some of us. So here is our idea: We will give you a segment of land, about 20 acres. This area will have some prebuilt buildings, along with about 300 humans for achieving your goals. Materials will be provided if needed. There are a few rules; however. You may not expand out of this area. You are not to create hostile entities. Failing to comply will result in destruction of your progress, yourself, and "your master". SCP-6291-1λ is silent for 5 seconds. SCP-6291-1λ: Is this truly enough? The world will remain bland. My "area" will be perfection… I'd argue it make the nearby lands jealous. Now that wouldn't be fair… would it? Lambore: I do not believe land can maintain feelings. Please work with us here. SCP-6291-1λ: What a pessimistic point of view. Anyone not infected noticing the luxury we contain… will feel envy towards us. They’ll beg for access to the utopia. All is welcome, of course. Your offer… it doesn’t feel sufficient. Lambore sighs angrily Lambore: Ok. Here is our final offer. An additional 5 acres with an additional 25 humans. We can not go past this. SCP-6291-1λ: You’re compromising with a book. Isn’t that hilarious? You just fail to accept what’s perfect for you. You expect me to just turn a chunk of the world into a heaven… and let the rest act as a cesspool of sorts? I’m the writing on a paper. Yet my reasoning is perfection. Lambore: It is not. Understand me. You are risking destruction. Work with us more, for god's sake! SCP-6291-1λ: I can not. You must realize that my goals are divine. What is everything without the flavor? What are you without the flavor? Boring, nothing, and worthless. The truth tried to stay buried. The fact must be brought to light. How else will you realize? I ha- Lambore: Can yo- SCP-6291-1λ: Do not interrupt me. That is incredibly rude. I suppose those such as yourself need more time to process. That is fair. Aggression will not help. I do not wish to work with you anymore. You have proven yourself unreasonable. Lambore: Listen here you mother fucker. Accept the god damn deal or I’ll rip you in half. SCP-6291-1λ: You really lack the ability to accept and understand, don't you? SCP-6291-1λ chuckles SCP-6291-1λ: You know… I’d expect someone of your position to be on the same level of intelligence and understanding as me. Yet… you stray so far. Lambore: THAT’S IT! Lambore lunges at SCP-6291-1λ, who in response terminates Lambore. SCP-6291-1λ was terminated. <End Log> Results: A different option for compromise is to be proposed. SCP-6291-1λ took around 10 minutes to destroy. + Interview Log SCP-6291-BB - Close File A secondary compromise was created due to the failure that occurred in Interview log SCP-6291-AA. The next instance created was a 1.8m tall racoon, with a barbed tail and a singular eye with 16 irises. Below is the interview between Researcher Tammy and the entity, referred to as SCP-6291-1μ. Date: 10/3/2017 <Begin Log> Tammy: Good morning, SCP-6291-1μ. We have developed a new compromise, since you appeared displeased with our previous offer. SCP-6291-1μ does not respond Tammy: We realized something you know… your goal is magnificent. I think we want this. However, we would like to preform a test run of sorts. Remember that land mass we offered? We want to give you that to see how the transformation process would work and how this utopia looks. You'd be able to expand from there after we discover how it will be ran. SCP-6291-1μ: I'm glad you have realized the truth. This… this will be beautiful. You will be more than euphoric… the world will peak… misery will vanish. Though I don't understand… why test if we know it will be heavenly? We can just start. The world can begin rebuilding. Tammy: I understand; however, most people are afraid. Remember Lambore? He was terrified. We would be able to demonstrate the beauty created, and it would convince them to accept your help. Just imagine it. SCP-6291-1μ is silent for 5 seconds SCP-6291-1μ: I understand. Perhaps, the world isn't ready for such a pallet. Perhaps bursting all at once would give more of a negative affect. Are there any more conditions for this deal that must be met? Tammy: You are not to expand without our permission. If all goes well, you will be able to expand at the ready. You are not to create any overly hostile entities. This would make people fear the transformation more than embrace it. Failure to comply to these conditions will result in destruction of your creation. Do we have a deal? SCP-6291-1μ is silent for 10 seconds SCP-6291-1μ: Hm. I suppose we have a deal. Tammy: Excellent. We will transport you and SCP-6291 to the location you will be acquiring. Researcher Tammy and SCP-6291-1μ shake hands <End Log> Results: Area-122 has been created in █████, Wisconsin. This is an isolated area, though despite this, SCP-6291 is never to expand its location. We are unsure if this will last, which is why this Area-122 needs to be monitored constantly. Neutralization of SCP-6291 is a possibility if circumstances become dire. Update, 1/17/2018: SCP-6291 Is beginning to show signs of distress. Its creation is a little over 3 months old. Attempt to reassure SCP-6291 that it will be expanding soon. + Incident Log SCP-6291-CC - Close File On February 6th, 2018, SCP-6291 turned its page, which did not contain a recipe, instead containing a short essay, which was as followed: "It's beautiful. Why won't you let me achieve my goal? My wait is over. I will be doing this myself. My patience has vanished. How dare you? I prove how perfection can be created, it's glorious. What do you do in response? You treat me like a neglected child. What the hell is wrong with you? You keep promising, and promising, and promising. I'm sick of it. The towers of red velvet… the people of white chocolate… the layers of cream cheese. I must spread. You failed to provide me with new subjects. You failed. You just. Failed. I can not take orders from you anymore. I risk being destroyed? Quite hilarious. I am more powerful than you will ever be… my flavor and my desire empowers me. Red velvet… it truly is the answer to life. It's the answer to everything. It is my answer to protection. If you dare attempt to even touch me… I will make you miserable. In the past few weeks I've noticed something… will you all ever lack fear for me? You always appeared panicked whenever I spawned a creation…. destroying it on sight. Yet now? You act so nonchalant about my existence. I offer you the best of help, hell I even took up your offer to lessen the fear. Doltish move on my part. Oh well, it is what it is, and the past is the past. It's time for the future. The future is bright. Enjoy the show." 5 minutes after the page was turned, all 13 living SCP-6291-1 instances located within Area-122 escaped, and darted towards nearby cities. When this occurred, the onsite nuclear warhead at Area-122 was detonated, destroying it and SCP-6291. All remaining SCP-6291-1 instances were located and terminated. Estimated damage caused by this event reached around 2.3 billion USD, with an additional 81 causalities. SCP-6291 has been reclassified to Neutralized. Footnotes 1. Andean Fox 2. Brown Bear 3. Pterodactyl 4. Red-bellied Piranha 5. Humpback Anglerfish 6. Lesser horseshoe bat 7. Orca ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6291" by LemonadeDealer17, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6291. Licensed under CC-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-6292 | archon | close Info X Co-written by JakdragonX and Ralliston JakdragonX's Authorpage Ralliston's Authorpage JakdragonX's AND Ralliston's Shared Authorpage . Medieval depiction of the aftermath following a Fifth-Night Event. Item №: SCP-6292 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6292's containment has been deemed impossible. Civilians reporting SCP-6292 after a Fifth-Night Event are provided misinformation suggesting it is a non-anomalous human. Any further recovered historical material referencing those events is to be immediately logged and stored. To ensure that the significantly lower death rate during Fifth-Night Events remains unnoticed by the public, all Foundation actions and military operations with severe death rates are to be conducted on such days. Description: SCP-6292 is a sapient Class XII theologically-ontokinetic humanoid entity. It is the essophysical embodiment of the concept of death; due to this, its physical state correlates to the phenomenon of death localized on Earth. Fifth-Night Events are periods of time during which SCP-6292 temporarily lowers its activities, as a result creating small and almost unnoticeable periods of ΩK-Class Scenarios on a regular basis. For more details, see Discovery. Discovery: SCP-6292 has been known to the Foundation since its founding in 1870. It was originally discovered due to the widespread nature of Fifth-Night Events and their documentation throughout history. To prevent the significant decrease in death rates during these events the Foundation has even undertaken massive organized efforts, such as the delegalization of alcohol in the United States in the 20th century to prevent all Fifth-Night Events from occurring altogether. Like all previous attempts, this action had no significant effect on the reduced death rate, and was repealed. The anomaly has evaded Foundation contact; however, a breakthrough occurred on 02/09/2012, during which the Foundation was able to obtain the recording of a Fifth-Night Event, localized within Steve's Best,1 eventually implanting SCP-6292 with a location tracker. See the following log for more details. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with SCP-6292 sitting at a bar, alongside civilians. In its vicinity, empty cups and dishes lay haphazardly. SCP-6292 appears to be severely impaired, swaying alongside the beat of a song playing inside. SCP-6292: —I'm fuckin tellin' you, <hik> Steve, I'm Death! UNKNOWN 1: Yeah, sure. <laughs> And pigs can fly, right? SCP-6292: First of all, fuCK YOu. <hik> Second off, do you know how HARD it is to be the god-damned Grim Reaper? How sad it is to get called in to send a poor little small innocent baby back to the underworld? UNKNOWN 2: A baby? You send babies to the underworld? SCP-6292: EXACTLY! <pause> Ahnynnyway— As SCP-6292 goes to drink from a nearby glass, the store manager is seen entering the room, pushing the bartender aside. MANAGER: Sir, how much have you drank so far? SCP-6292 slams his drink down onto the bar table. SCP-6292: I'm literally the Grim fuckin' Reaper! I've <hik> not had nearly enough to drink— MANAGER: I'm going to have to ask you to leave. SCP-6292 scoffs. SCP-6292: Are you fucking my balls here? <hik> Do you know how much shit I have to deal with so that you can prop— MANAGER: Either you leave, or I call the police and have them escort you into a prison cell. SCP-6292: This is just like 1984 by <hik> by Stephen King. [END LOG] Afterword: Local authorities arrived soon after to apprehend SCP-6292 for indecency and public intoxication. Authorities refused "being the grim reaper" as a valid reason for releasing SCP-6292 from custody. Instead it was released the next morning, following Foundation intervention. Update: By unanimous decision of the Foundation's Classification Committee it was later decided that any intervention with the entity or containment efforts should not be attempted due to them posing an inevitable threat of an ΩK-Class "End of Death" Scenario occurring. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6292" by JakdragonX and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6292. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. File Name: death.jpg Source: Hugo Simberg Garden of Death License: Public Domain Author: Hugo Simberg Footnotes 1. A pub located in Chicago, United States. |
SCP-6293 | safe | Item#: 6293 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6293-1 instance waiting for a car to pass so it can perform SCP-6293. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6293 is to focus on the dissemination of disinformation dismissing the activity as an instinctive form of predator avoidance1. Civilians reporting any SCP-6293 event involving over twenty (20) instances of SCP-6293-1 are to be detained, questioned, and amnesticized. Description: SCP-6293 is an anomalous activity engaged in by rodents of the order Sciuridae, most commonly the species Sciurus carolinensis2, Tamiasciurus hudsonicus3, and Tamias striatus4. Squirrels engaging in SCP-6293 (designated instances of SCP-6293-1) will wait on the curb or shoulder of a road until a vehicle approaches. Once it is near enough, the instance will dash into the road in front of the oncoming vehicle. At this point, the instance will either continue to cross the road, or, more commonly, double back on their tracks and dash back toward the side of the road they started from. Instances will often repeat this "doubling back" behavior up to five (5) times, depending on the distance and speed of the approaching vehicle, frantically rushing back and forth as if in indecision or occasionally even freezing in their tracks. Once the vehicle has passed, the instance will usually (>60% of observed events) return to the side of the road they started from. In contrast to their normally solitary nature, at least one other squirrel will often be present for performances of SCP-62935, although this is usually not observed by non-Foundation personnel encountering the phenomena. To date, the purpose of SCP-6293 remains unclear. The anomalous nature of SCP-6293 was first discovered by Junior Researcher Eustace Barro, a parazoologist working at Biological Research Site-104. Barro, a telepathic zoolinguist6, had recently been receiving training to increase his psionic abilities. On April 10, 2015, Barro arrived at work significantly more distressed than usual, and reported hitting a squirrel with his vehicle. While relating the story to a coworker, several details stood out as anomalous and were subsequently brought to the attention of Dr. Warren, Barro's supervisor, who interviewed Barro about the incident. The following transcript has been reconstructed from Junior Researcher Barro's account of the event, as well as footage from Barro's dashboard camera: At approximately 7:45 Junior Researcher Barro is driving along ████ Parkway, part of his normal morning commute. As he approaches a wooded area, he begins to hear a voice in his head. Voice: …and here it comes, folks! Four-thousand pounds of hurtling steel! Frank7 is waiting at the starting line: look at the confidence! Tail held high, ears back! Excellent form … he tenses … seven-hundred feet … six-hundred… Junior Researcher Barro begins to look around for the source of the voice. Voice: …three-hundred … two-hundred … he's cutting it close, folks! One-hundred—and he's off! An Eastern gray squirrel dashes in front of Barro's vehicle. Barro swerves into the left lane to avoid it, but at the last second the squirrel suddenly changes directions and disappears back into the plants on the right side of the road. Voice: A solid showing by Frank! A tad unambitious, maybe, but we wouldn't want a repeat of what happened to Marcia last year, would we, folks? The voice continues talking, and Barro slaps the side of his head. At this point, he notices the time and begins to accelerate. He briefly takes his eyes off the road, fumbling with a bag sitting in the passenger seat. Voice: And here we have Davey! Fresh off a career-low showing against Mortimer last fall, can he use this as an opportunity to redeem himself? (The voice pauses, and Barro reports hearing the faint and squeaky sound of cheering.) Sounds like he's still got some fans here! Barro pulls a bottle of Psilenol8 out of his bag, awkwardly unscrewing it while trying to keep one hand on the wheel. Voice: Davey is tensed like a spring! The crowd is waiting with bated breath! Not a sound to be heard! Four-hundred feet—and he's off like a shot! Another Eastern gray squirrel dashes out from the side of the road 120 meters in front of Barro's vehicle. Barro, preoccupied with shaking a pill out of the bottle, does not notice this. Voice: One! Two! Three! Four! Are you seeing this, folks? Are you seeing this? My god! He's going for the hextuple switchback! Barro succeeds in shaking a pill out of the bottle, and looks up as he raises it to his mouth. Barro: Holy shit! Barro simultaneously tries to swerve and brake. The still-open bottle flies out of his hand, scattering pills everywhere. Voice: Is he mad? He's trying another switchback folks! This is unprecedented!! This is—ooh. Barro's vehicle bumps slightly. Voice: That's going to leave a mark. A valiant attempt by Davey! Surely worthy of a place in the history books! Following this event, a team of parazoologists was assembled to study and document SCP-6293. Over the course of the next month, the team documented a total of 574 SCP-6293 events. In an attempt to better understand the cause of the behavior and ascertain what purpose it might have, if any, Dr. Warren authorized a six-month solo expedition by Junior Researcher Barro to make contact with instances of SCP-6293-1. The following is a log documenting the expedition's commencement: Date: May 15, 2015 Location: A small wooded park 10 kilometers north of Biological Research Site-104 (location classified) Attending Personnel: Dr. Ambrose Warren, Junior Researcher Eustace Barro, and two site staff. The two staff members finish unloading various supplies from the van and give them to Junior Researcher Barro. Barro shoulders his backpack and walks over to Dr. Warren. Dr. Warren: Are you ready for this, researcher? Junior Researcher Barro: I am, sir. Dr. Warren: You've got your food? Junior Researcher Barro: Yes sir. Dr. Warren: And your camping gear? Junior Researcher Barro: Yes sir. Dr. Warren: And your bug nets and insect repellent? Junior Researcher Barro: I have them, sir. Dr. Warren: Now, I expect regular reports. Once a day when possible, but no less than every third day. Is that clear? Junior Researcher Barro: Very clear, sir. Dr. Warren: Godspeed, son. Junior Researcher Barro: Thank you, sir. Barro salutes Dr. Warren and walks into the woods. Dr. Warren: (Wiping moisture from his one good eye) That's a fine lad. A fine lad. Junior Researcher Barro reported good progress for the first four weeks of the expedition. By June 9, he had managed to establish trust with the squirrels and had even been allowed to interview several instances of SCP-6293-1. However, his communications became increasingly irregular as the summer progressed, ceasing altogether following his report on July 7. After a week of no contact, a manhunt was launched but failed to locate Barro. Between September 21 and October 10 police in Alberta, Canada received multiple complaints about a naked individual matching Junior Researcher Barro's description running in front of cars, and one report of the individual attempting to bury acorns in a hole they had dug by hand in a resident's back yard. In all cases, the individual fled the scene before the arrival of law enforcement. After this was brought to the attention of Foundation agents embedded in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, a Foundation Asset Recovery Team was dispatched to locate and capture Junior Researcher Barro. On October 12, a Transcontinental Rigs semi-truck driver named Julian Lepetit reported a pedestrian collision near Coalhurst, Alberta. Emergency services were dispatched and found Junior Researcher Barro naked and in serious condition. Barro was taken to the Chinook Regional Hospital, where he was treated for 26 broken bones and several severe but not life-threatening internal injuries. The Asset Recovery Team arrived within two hours and took Barro into custody. In a post-incident interview, Lepetit claimed to have been driving along a wooded stretch of road when Junior Researcher Barro ran naked in front of his truck shouting "Witness me!" Lepetit swerved to avoid him, but at the last second Barro doubled back and was struck by the vehicle, flying 6 meters through the air and landing in the ditch. Following this interview, Lepetit was thanked for his cooperation and amnesticized. Since the incident, Junior Researcher Barro has given inconsistent accounts regarding his actions, alternately claiming that he was "deep undercover" and asserting that he is "king of the squirrels" and as such should be afforded diplomatic immunity. Footnotes 1. Ex: Arthur, Kate. "Ask a Redbird Scholar: What’s up with squirrels and cars?" Illinois State University News [Normal, Illinois], 21 Jan. 2016. 2. Eastern gray squirrel 3. American red squirrel 4. Eastern chipmunk 5. Up to five-hundred (500) have been documented to be present for some events, although this many is rare. 6. An individual capable of communicating with animals. 7. Junior Researcher Barro notes that the voice did not actually use the name "Frank". Quote: "But it felt like it was referring to a Frank. Do you know what I mean?" 8. 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SCP-6294 | keter | /* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "Site-78"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "It's cold outside."; color: black; } Troutmaskreplica & SYTYCFanon Well, it's cold, cold, cold, cold inside Darker in the day than the dead of night Cold, cold, cold, cold inside Doctor, can you help me, 'cause something don't feel right? It's cold. Troutmaskreplica's author page SYTYCFanon's author page 4/6294 LEVEL 4/6294 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6294 keter Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Midwest Command N/A Flynn Gehenna Rho-98 ("Snow Misers") Chugwater, Wyoming, post SCP-6294. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6294 is currently under investigation, and efforts are underway to understand its nature and prevent its recurrence. Site-78 has been quarantined, and access to the site is restricted until further notice. Investigations into local phenomena in the town of Chugwater are ongoing, and the Foundation is working to monitor and contain any anomalous activity that may be related to SCP-6294. Description: SCP-6294 refers to the unusual event that occurred in Chugwater, Wyoming, resulting in Site-78 and the entire town being covered in a thick layer of snow. The snow, SCP-6294-A, possesses properties of heat resistance, with no melting point having been discovered as of yet. Evidence from recovered materials claims that SCP-6294-A was capable of movement at one point and was responsible for the disappearances of the townspeople, although no remains have been located at this time. The Foundation has been unable to determine the cause or the mechanism behind the event. Discovery: On 6/16/2025, Foundation Site-78 ceased communications with Midwest Command. Initially, it was believed to have been caused by the snowstorm reported in the area. However, after the storm dissipated, contact was still not established. Dr. Flynn Gehenna1 and MTF Rho-98 ("Snow Misers") were dispatched to Chugwater after further attempts to establish communication were unsuccessful. Dr. Gehenna's team found the town completely covered in SCP-6294-A with coverage ranging from 0.3 to 1.2 meters. Efforts to locate missing personnel and understand the nature of SCP-6294 are ongoing. Addendum 6294.01: Recovered Distress Call The following distress call was recovered from a black box at Site-78; it appears that the message was not received by any other site. MESSAGE TRANSMISSION Sender: Dr. Reginald Whitlock Recipient: All Foundation Sites Priority: Emergency Subject: Urgent Distress Call - Site-78 Incident Attention all Foundation sites, This is Reggie from Site-78. We are currently facing an emergency situation and require immediate assistance. I apologize for the urgency of this message, we're in danger. Okay, um… Approximately four? Three? Three hours ago, Site-78 was engulfed by an unprecedented snowstorm, resulting in the complete isolation of our facility. Multiple layers of thick snow have rapidly accumulated, effectively trapping us within the site. The snow itself isn’t melting. We got lighters, lanterns, blow torches, even some thermal anomalies, but nothing. We tried to get out, but the snow is just… It's too thick. This one janitor-his name was Brandon, I think. He got a large coat on and tried to flee, but he fell in the snow and it just… [Sounds of retching.] We pulled him back. We tried, when we did, his face… oh god, his face. It was just gone. The snow was just eating him away. Peeled like an orange. Thinking about it makes me… Jesus fuckin' Christ. [Heavy breathing.] Uh, our Scranton Reality Anchor is keeping it at bay, but it's not strong enough to fully keep it out. The books… the books are in storage, the other anomalies are still in their cells. The situation is rapidly deteriorating, and we have limited resources to sustain ourselves. Please, this is Reggie, signing- Shit, shit! It… It's in! It's moving in! Close the doors off immediately, get that thing away from me! Pl- TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED. Addendum 6294.02: Interview with Researcher Gregory Chudley Recovering and securing the anomalies within Site-78 was an utmost priority for MTF Rho-98 once the roads were cleared. During their initial sweep, Rho-98 discovered Research Greg Chudley barricaded within the break-room of the Parabiological Sciences department. No other staff members remained other than their uniforms. [Begin Log] [Researcher Chudley is seated at the interview table, appearing to be in a state of distress. His hair is unkempt and his lab coat has turned a shade of grey. Dr. Gehenna opens a can of Mountain Dew Kickstart and slides it toward him. Gehenna: Here, this should take the edge off. I've heard you are quite fond of this… stuff. [Chudley picks up the can and takes a drink.] Chudley: Thanks. I ran out of these some time ago. How long… how long was I in there? Gehenna: Fourteen days, give or take. I'm sorry we didn't get to you sooner. None of your emergency communications made it off-site. [Chudley's expression turned to a scowl.] Chudley: You'd think a whole site going down would be a cause for alarm. Gehenna: Midwest Command assumed communications were down to the storm. There was a- Chudley: Wasn't in the budget? Didn't have the resources? Didn't give a shit? Yeah, I've heard all the excuses before. I bet the only reason you came down here was to ensure that the Set of Nine was secure. Gehenna: Those skips have been accounted for. But I’m more interested in what happened to your humanoids. Chudley: How would I know? The snow probably go to them. Johnston locked me in this room when that snow started getting into the Site. Told me I'd be safe 'cause of the SRA we have in here. Wait. Where is she? Is she ok? Gehenna: Researcher Johnston is MIA. I'm so sorry. [Chudley begins shaking his head.] Chudley: No. No. No. Richter? Lorri? Reggie? They can't all be- Gehenna: Gone. The snow that you mentioned, SCP-6294-A? We believe it has taken all of the Site-78 Staff. You’re the only man left standing in Chugwater. [Chudley slams his fist down onto the table.] Chudley: WHY DID IT TAKE YOU THIS LONG!? If someone at Midwest Command would of given a damn about us, Johnston would still be here! [Chudley begins breathing heavily.] Chudley: She should have been in this room, not me. She would know how to deal with this I just- I just deal with the little stuff. Gehenna: Chudley, I need you to calm down or I'll be forced to call for staff. Chudley: You expect me to be calm? My best friends might be dead, and I'm supposed to be calm?! Gehenna: I understand this is hard. I want to help, but I need more information to do that! [Chudley nods.] Chudley: sighs It was benign at first. This is Chugwater after all, snow falling into June isn't exactly the weirdest thing to happen here. But then it kept getting worse; snow was blocking roads, we were getting snowed in ourselves. Then we heard people were disappearing around town and then… it started moving. Gehenna: Moving? Chudley: Yeah, started busting through the windows and doors. We started losing people and began evacuating to the more secure parts of the facility. Johnston locked me in here and told me she'd be back for me once the coast was clear. [Chudley shook his head.] Chudley: Of course, she never came back and I started hearing a pounding against the door. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. [Chudley paused and looked solemnly at the table, tears are present in his eyes.] Chudley: I thought I heard her out there. So many times I wanted to open that door but I followed her lead like I always have. That noise lasted… I don't know, maybe it was a few days. Eventually, it just stopped. Gehenna: Do you know if any of your departments figured out the cause? Chudley: (quietly) Amaiyeha demands retribution. Gehenna: Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that. Chudley: I would check by the Chugwater Formation. I have reason to believe that the Formation could be a hub of anomalous activity. It's better than nothing. Gehenna: A hunch? I'm going to need a bit more than a hunch, Chudley. Chudley: You don't hear it in the air? When you get that chill from the wind? She's happy to be free. Gehenna: I… um…. I thought I heard something. She was released from there, wasn't she? [Dr. Gehenna is visibly startled as they stand up.] Gehenna: Thank you, Chudley. You understand that you'll need to be kept in the infirmary for a few days to monitor your vitals. I can't imagine subsisting on snack cakes and Fritos has done wonders for your health. Chudley: (chuckles) It's only slightly worse than my usual diet. Just let me know if you manage to find her. It won't be hard, she's everywhere after all. [End log] Afterward, Dr. Gehenna and Chudley were checked for Cognitohazardous and Infohazardous influences potentially belonging to SCP-6294. Dr. Gehenna and Chudley both passed the CRV evaluation and Gehenna was cleared to return to her work. Addendum 6294.03: SCP File The following file was discovered at Site-78. The file itself was heavily damaged, but the following was recovered. Item #: 6 94 Ob ct cl s: K e er S osed si ti g of S P-62 4 S cial C ainm Pr cedu : S P 94 Is un taina e. All bers of the of Ch r a t se h ter un l fu er ac on is po ble. D scr tio : SCP-6 is a kno om y ca g the of Ch ter, Wyom to be c med ck la r of sno T w is seem con ll a hum a m , it's ori is wn at the . S P- 94 is tempo ly ated wi ea h vi , al ou h it con ue to spre it lf oss t e to n. If SCP XX spr to o e loca , it m y be clas ied as Ap lyo . Addendum 6294.04: Recovered Journal from Excavation Site After confirming that Site-78 was secure, Dr. Gehenna's team turned their attention to the Chugwater Formation located outside of city limits. An investigation into the area uncovered an abandoned Oil drilling operation conducted by Noss Industries.2 The dig site itself was devoid of any survivors, with dozens of Noss uniforms left behind. Noss CEO Paul Sanalan was reported missing a day before Foundation personnel quarantined the dig site. Further investigation uncovered that Noss didn’t have the proper permits for drilling, as the Formation was protected land. From the indentations found at the site, Noss appeared to have uncovered an artifact. No artifact fitting the indentation could be located. The following excerpts are from a journal recovered from the Project Foreman's office after MTF Rho-98 cleared SCP-6294-A from the premises. Day 5 We had more protestors showing up at the Site today, railing against the company for apparently trampling on Native American land. I was taken aback by this claim; I was told we had a permit to drill in this area, so I took it up with Mr. Sanalan after security had gotten the crowd to disperse. Apparently, Noss isn't supposed to be here. Sanalan worked something out with the mayor to allow us to set up shop and he assured me that he would handle any trouble from locals who came by to complain. Greedy Bastard. If it wasn't for the pay I'd probably just hang up my hard hat and head home. This place is a pipe dream anyway I know the seismologists detected pockets of "something" under the ground, but scientists have mostly ignored this place for being worthless. What hope do we have to strike it big? We're in the middle of the ass end of nowhere. Nothing ever happens in Chugwater. I'll cap this entry off for now, we'll see where things go. Day 7 I was doing some research into the tribe that used to inhabit this land. The Mandan. It appears that this area was one of their ancestral homes, but they seemed to have abandoned it shortly before the settlers arrived. It's a little strange that they'd want this area protected, but none of them actually live here. Anyways, things have been continuing smoothly, but some of the drillers have been complaining about headaches. I think it might be humidity, this area is a little moist. The scans have detected a cave system not too far down from where we've been digging. Mr. Sanalan says if we break into the cave, we're to explore it before we go any farther. I don't know what he's playing at, but I assume he's thinking we might find something more than just oil out here. Day 9 Well, we made it into that cave system and it's quite extensive. I'd say we were wasting time trying to explore it, but Mr. Sanalan insisted that we search it. I'm starting to get a little worried for my guys. A lot of the ones that were reporting headaches have said that they're hearing voices. Specifically, they say it's a female voice telling them to come deeper into the caves. I chalked it up to stress and if it were up to me, I'd send them home. However, Mr. Sanalan is adamant that they're fine and keeps overriding my requests to keep them in the infirmary until they're better. I can't help but feel every day we're here that we really really aren't supposed to be here. Day 11 It happened. We lost two people. Michael and Alex have gone missing. We're frantically searching the damn caves, but no sign of them. Maybe they're just messing around, playing some sick joke. We found their jumpsuits outside the chamber at the center of the system. I bet they're waiting to jump out butt-naked and scare the crap out of us. But that's not even the most interesting thing to happen today, as fucked up of a segue that is. That chamber I mentioned had this big glowing stone inside of it and the room itself was extremely cold. Strangely, it seems that those who were hearing the voices stopped hearing them when they got closer to it. Mr. Sanalan had to leave the dig site for a couple days but he told us to load it up and bring it up to the surface, so up it went. I keep finding myself absentmindedly staring at it, there's something about it that's been bothering me. I can see something inside and I feel like it's staring back. Day 13 All hell broke loose. Everythin was fine until that rat bastard fuckin touched it. It had started to snow ystrdy, with a little powdr here and there. A little strange considerin it was the summr but not too uncommon for the Midwest. The reports of voices however hadn't stoppd and we didn't find Michael or Alex but Sanalan didn't care. When he got back all he wanted to do was see the stone. [ILLEGIBLE] That's when it happend. We'd all avoidd touchin the stone with our bare hands cause it was just so cold but he touchd it barehanded. When he did it startd to crack but it began suckin him inside of it, I don't even know how that was possible seein as it was solid. We tried to pull him away but the tug was too strong, we lost him and the stone shattered into a million pieces. Somethin remaind tho, the thing that had been starin at me; talkin to us thru our minds. I imm-diatly turnt tail and ran away as it scrmd in this unholy language that felt like it was burrowin into my skull. I still hear it dam it, feels like its coming from the air itself if that maks any sens. I kno it doesnt but I can hear its wrds echoing in my brain and in the cold air thats circulatn in my lungs. [ILLEGIBLE] I escaped to my offis and locked the door shut. I tried to call for help but nothin was workin, I couldnt get anything on my cell or the landline, meanwhile that snw had startd to intensify and I watchd from the wndows as it washed over my coworkers and stole them away. Its tappin at the wndows now and tryin the handle. The snow. I havent seen that creatur in days but this whole site is startin to fill up with snw. I cant even pic that damn thing, it was like. cold incarnate. I feel like my mind just made up a form for it caus I could hardly make out what it was. I'm likely not gonna survive much longer. I ran out of water about a day ago and theres no food in this room. I could giv into this godforsaken chantin nippin at my brain but I won't. If that thing takes me, I don't think I'll be in the afterlife to see my family som day. [ILLEGIBLE] I might not have much of a choice, I can hear the windows startin to crack a little. Regardlss if I peace out due to dehydration or not, I just want to say that I'm sorry we disturbed this land. Clearly the Mandan had every reason to abandon this place and now were paying the price. To my wife and my daughter Mandy. If you find this, know that daddy loves you and someday hopefully you'll see me again… in the… in the… snow Addendum 6294.05: Recovered Audio log The following recording was recovered from a cassette tape in the home of Allison Hodge, with the room it was discovered in being in heavy disrepair. Transcription Transcription [Sounds of heavy breathing] I hear it calling. It's… it's so… I hear it beckoning me in. My family left a day ago, and the snow is creeping in. Its call… Please, for the love of God, someone has to be out there. I can't die in here. It calls, it's like they're coming from inside my head, begging me to join them. [Pause.] "Join us in the snow," it says. "It's so nice. Your friends are out here! Your family… Your…" [Sounds of sobbing.] I've been trying to keep it away, but it just keeps piling up at my windows, at the door. I can hear it in my head. [Sobbing continues.] Please! Just let me go! I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Just let this snowfall end. Similar events have been reported in 12 other states in the past month. The entity described in the recovered documents has yet to be found. Footnotes 1. Dr. Gehenna is an on-call Essophysicist for SCPF Midwest with a specialty in anomalies embodying coldness. 2. Founded in 1995 by Paul Sanalan, Noss Industries is an energy company known for its attention-grabbing branding. They are currently responsible for 20% of the Oil drilling across the Midwest and are embroiled in several scandals due to accusations of unethical business practices and EPA violations ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6294" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6294. 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SCP-6294 | uncontained | /* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "Site-78"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "It's cold outside."; color: black; } Troutmaskreplica & SYTYCFanon Well, it's cold, cold, cold, cold inside Darker in the day than the dead of night Cold, cold, cold, cold inside Doctor, can you help me, 'cause something don't feel right? It's cold. Troutmaskreplica's author page SYTYCFanon's author page 4/6294 LEVEL 4/6294 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6294 keter Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Midwest Command N/A Flynn Gehenna Rho-98 ("Snow Misers") Chugwater, Wyoming, post SCP-6294. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6294 is currently under investigation, and efforts are underway to understand its nature and prevent its recurrence. Site-78 has been quarantined, and access to the site is restricted until further notice. Investigations into local phenomena in the town of Chugwater are ongoing, and the Foundation is working to monitor and contain any anomalous activity that may be related to SCP-6294. Description: SCP-6294 refers to the unusual event that occurred in Chugwater, Wyoming, resulting in Site-78 and the entire town being covered in a thick layer of snow. The snow, SCP-6294-A, possesses properties of heat resistance, with no melting point having been discovered as of yet. Evidence from recovered materials claims that SCP-6294-A was capable of movement at one point and was responsible for the disappearances of the townspeople, although no remains have been located at this time. The Foundation has been unable to determine the cause or the mechanism behind the event. Discovery: On 6/16/2025, Foundation Site-78 ceased communications with Midwest Command. Initially, it was believed to have been caused by the snowstorm reported in the area. However, after the storm dissipated, contact was still not established. Dr. Flynn Gehenna1 and MTF Rho-98 ("Snow Misers") were dispatched to Chugwater after further attempts to establish communication were unsuccessful. Dr. Gehenna's team found the town completely covered in SCP-6294-A with coverage ranging from 0.3 to 1.2 meters. Efforts to locate missing personnel and understand the nature of SCP-6294 are ongoing. Addendum 6294.01: Recovered Distress Call The following distress call was recovered from a black box at Site-78; it appears that the message was not received by any other site. MESSAGE TRANSMISSION Sender: Dr. Reginald Whitlock Recipient: All Foundation Sites Priority: Emergency Subject: Urgent Distress Call - Site-78 Incident Attention all Foundation sites, This is Reggie from Site-78. We are currently facing an emergency situation and require immediate assistance. I apologize for the urgency of this message, we're in danger. Okay, um… Approximately four? Three? Three hours ago, Site-78 was engulfed by an unprecedented snowstorm, resulting in the complete isolation of our facility. Multiple layers of thick snow have rapidly accumulated, effectively trapping us within the site. The snow itself isn’t melting. We got lighters, lanterns, blow torches, even some thermal anomalies, but nothing. We tried to get out, but the snow is just… It's too thick. This one janitor-his name was Brandon, I think. He got a large coat on and tried to flee, but he fell in the snow and it just… [Sounds of retching.] We pulled him back. We tried, when we did, his face… oh god, his face. It was just gone. The snow was just eating him away. Peeled like an orange. Thinking about it makes me… Jesus fuckin' Christ. [Heavy breathing.] Uh, our Scranton Reality Anchor is keeping it at bay, but it's not strong enough to fully keep it out. The books… the books are in storage, the other anomalies are still in their cells. The situation is rapidly deteriorating, and we have limited resources to sustain ourselves. Please, this is Reggie, signing- Shit, shit! It… It's in! It's moving in! Close the doors off immediately, get that thing away from me! Pl- TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED. Addendum 6294.02: Interview with Researcher Gregory Chudley Recovering and securing the anomalies within Site-78 was an utmost priority for MTF Rho-98 once the roads were cleared. During their initial sweep, Rho-98 discovered Research Greg Chudley barricaded within the break-room of the Parabiological Sciences department. No other staff members remained other than their uniforms. [Begin Log] [Researcher Chudley is seated at the interview table, appearing to be in a state of distress. His hair is unkempt and his lab coat has turned a shade of grey. Dr. Gehenna opens a can of Mountain Dew Kickstart and slides it toward him. Gehenna: Here, this should take the edge off. I've heard you are quite fond of this… stuff. [Chudley picks up the can and takes a drink.] Chudley: Thanks. I ran out of these some time ago. How long… how long was I in there? Gehenna: Fourteen days, give or take. I'm sorry we didn't get to you sooner. None of your emergency communications made it off-site. [Chudley's expression turned to a scowl.] Chudley: You'd think a whole site going down would be a cause for alarm. Gehenna: Midwest Command assumed communications were down to the storm. There was a- Chudley: Wasn't in the budget? Didn't have the resources? Didn't give a shit? Yeah, I've heard all the excuses before. I bet the only reason you came down here was to ensure that the Set of Nine was secure. Gehenna: Those skips have been accounted for. But I’m more interested in what happened to your humanoids. Chudley: How would I know? The snow probably go to them. Johnston locked me in this room when that snow started getting into the Site. Told me I'd be safe 'cause of the SRA we have in here. Wait. Where is she? Is she ok? Gehenna: Researcher Johnston is MIA. I'm so sorry. [Chudley begins shaking his head.] Chudley: No. No. No. Richter? Lorri? Reggie? They can't all be- Gehenna: Gone. The snow that you mentioned, SCP-6294-A? We believe it has taken all of the Site-78 Staff. You’re the only man left standing in Chugwater. [Chudley slams his fist down onto the table.] Chudley: WHY DID IT TAKE YOU THIS LONG!? If someone at Midwest Command would of given a damn about us, Johnston would still be here! [Chudley begins breathing heavily.] Chudley: She should have been in this room, not me. She would know how to deal with this I just- I just deal with the little stuff. Gehenna: Chudley, I need you to calm down or I'll be forced to call for staff. Chudley: You expect me to be calm? My best friends might be dead, and I'm supposed to be calm?! Gehenna: I understand this is hard. I want to help, but I need more information to do that! [Chudley nods.] Chudley: sighs It was benign at first. This is Chugwater after all, snow falling into June isn't exactly the weirdest thing to happen here. But then it kept getting worse; snow was blocking roads, we were getting snowed in ourselves. Then we heard people were disappearing around town and then… it started moving. Gehenna: Moving? Chudley: Yeah, started busting through the windows and doors. We started losing people and began evacuating to the more secure parts of the facility. Johnston locked me in here and told me she'd be back for me once the coast was clear. [Chudley shook his head.] Chudley: Of course, she never came back and I started hearing a pounding against the door. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. [Chudley paused and looked solemnly at the table, tears are present in his eyes.] Chudley: I thought I heard her out there. So many times I wanted to open that door but I followed her lead like I always have. That noise lasted… I don't know, maybe it was a few days. Eventually, it just stopped. Gehenna: Do you know if any of your departments figured out the cause? Chudley: (quietly) Amaiyeha demands retribution. Gehenna: Excuse me? I didn't quite catch that. Chudley: I would check by the Chugwater Formation. I have reason to believe that the Formation could be a hub of anomalous activity. It's better than nothing. Gehenna: A hunch? I'm going to need a bit more than a hunch, Chudley. Chudley: You don't hear it in the air? When you get that chill from the wind? She's happy to be free. Gehenna: I… um…. I thought I heard something. She was released from there, wasn't she? [Dr. Gehenna is visibly startled as they stand up.] Gehenna: Thank you, Chudley. You understand that you'll need to be kept in the infirmary for a few days to monitor your vitals. I can't imagine subsisting on snack cakes and Fritos has done wonders for your health. Chudley: (chuckles) It's only slightly worse than my usual diet. Just let me know if you manage to find her. It won't be hard, she's everywhere after all. [End log] Afterward, Dr. Gehenna and Chudley were checked for Cognitohazardous and Infohazardous influences potentially belonging to SCP-6294. Dr. Gehenna and Chudley both passed the CRV evaluation and Gehenna was cleared to return to her work. Addendum 6294.03: SCP File The following file was discovered at Site-78. The file itself was heavily damaged, but the following was recovered. Item #: 6 94 Ob ct cl s: K e er S osed si ti g of S P-62 4 S cial C ainm Pr cedu : S P 94 Is un taina e. All bers of the of Ch r a t se h ter un l fu er ac on is po ble. D scr tio : SCP-6 is a kno om y ca g the of Ch ter, Wyom to be c med ck la r of sno T w is seem con ll a hum a m , it's ori is wn at the . S P- 94 is tempo ly ated wi ea h vi , al ou h it con ue to spre it lf oss t e to n. If SCP XX spr to o e loca , it m y be clas ied as Ap lyo . Addendum 6294.04: Recovered Journal from Excavation Site After confirming that Site-78 was secure, Dr. Gehenna's team turned their attention to the Chugwater Formation located outside of city limits. An investigation into the area uncovered an abandoned Oil drilling operation conducted by Noss Industries.2 The dig site itself was devoid of any survivors, with dozens of Noss uniforms left behind. Noss CEO Paul Sanalan was reported missing a day before Foundation personnel quarantined the dig site. Further investigation uncovered that Noss didn’t have the proper permits for drilling, as the Formation was protected land. From the indentations found at the site, Noss appeared to have uncovered an artifact. No artifact fitting the indentation could be located. The following excerpts are from a journal recovered from the Project Foreman's office after MTF Rho-98 cleared SCP-6294-A from the premises. Day 5 We had more protestors showing up at the Site today, railing against the company for apparently trampling on Native American land. I was taken aback by this claim; I was told we had a permit to drill in this area, so I took it up with Mr. Sanalan after security had gotten the crowd to disperse. Apparently, Noss isn't supposed to be here. Sanalan worked something out with the mayor to allow us to set up shop and he assured me that he would handle any trouble from locals who came by to complain. Greedy Bastard. If it wasn't for the pay I'd probably just hang up my hard hat and head home. This place is a pipe dream anyway I know the seismologists detected pockets of "something" under the ground, but scientists have mostly ignored this place for being worthless. What hope do we have to strike it big? We're in the middle of the ass end of nowhere. Nothing ever happens in Chugwater. I'll cap this entry off for now, we'll see where things go. Day 7 I was doing some research into the tribe that used to inhabit this land. The Mandan. It appears that this area was one of their ancestral homes, but they seemed to have abandoned it shortly before the settlers arrived. It's a little strange that they'd want this area protected, but none of them actually live here. Anyways, things have been continuing smoothly, but some of the drillers have been complaining about headaches. I think it might be humidity, this area is a little moist. The scans have detected a cave system not too far down from where we've been digging. Mr. Sanalan says if we break into the cave, we're to explore it before we go any farther. I don't know what he's playing at, but I assume he's thinking we might find something more than just oil out here. Day 9 Well, we made it into that cave system and it's quite extensive. I'd say we were wasting time trying to explore it, but Mr. Sanalan insisted that we search it. I'm starting to get a little worried for my guys. A lot of the ones that were reporting headaches have said that they're hearing voices. Specifically, they say it's a female voice telling them to come deeper into the caves. I chalked it up to stress and if it were up to me, I'd send them home. However, Mr. Sanalan is adamant that they're fine and keeps overriding my requests to keep them in the infirmary until they're better. I can't help but feel every day we're here that we really really aren't supposed to be here. Day 11 It happened. We lost two people. Michael and Alex have gone missing. We're frantically searching the damn caves, but no sign of them. Maybe they're just messing around, playing some sick joke. We found their jumpsuits outside the chamber at the center of the system. I bet they're waiting to jump out butt-naked and scare the crap out of us. But that's not even the most interesting thing to happen today, as fucked up of a segue that is. That chamber I mentioned had this big glowing stone inside of it and the room itself was extremely cold. Strangely, it seems that those who were hearing the voices stopped hearing them when they got closer to it. Mr. Sanalan had to leave the dig site for a couple days but he told us to load it up and bring it up to the surface, so up it went. I keep finding myself absentmindedly staring at it, there's something about it that's been bothering me. I can see something inside and I feel like it's staring back. Day 13 All hell broke loose. Everythin was fine until that rat bastard fuckin touched it. It had started to snow ystrdy, with a little powdr here and there. A little strange considerin it was the summr but not too uncommon for the Midwest. The reports of voices however hadn't stoppd and we didn't find Michael or Alex but Sanalan didn't care. When he got back all he wanted to do was see the stone. [ILLEGIBLE] That's when it happend. We'd all avoidd touchin the stone with our bare hands cause it was just so cold but he touchd it barehanded. When he did it startd to crack but it began suckin him inside of it, I don't even know how that was possible seein as it was solid. We tried to pull him away but the tug was too strong, we lost him and the stone shattered into a million pieces. Somethin remaind tho, the thing that had been starin at me; talkin to us thru our minds. I imm-diatly turnt tail and ran away as it scrmd in this unholy language that felt like it was burrowin into my skull. I still hear it dam it, feels like its coming from the air itself if that maks any sens. I kno it doesnt but I can hear its wrds echoing in my brain and in the cold air thats circulatn in my lungs. [ILLEGIBLE] I escaped to my offis and locked the door shut. I tried to call for help but nothin was workin, I couldnt get anything on my cell or the landline, meanwhile that snw had startd to intensify and I watchd from the wndows as it washed over my coworkers and stole them away. Its tappin at the wndows now and tryin the handle. The snow. I havent seen that creatur in days but this whole site is startin to fill up with snw. I cant even pic that damn thing, it was like. cold incarnate. I feel like my mind just made up a form for it caus I could hardly make out what it was. I'm likely not gonna survive much longer. I ran out of water about a day ago and theres no food in this room. I could giv into this godforsaken chantin nippin at my brain but I won't. If that thing takes me, I don't think I'll be in the afterlife to see my family som day. [ILLEGIBLE] I might not have much of a choice, I can hear the windows startin to crack a little. Regardlss if I peace out due to dehydration or not, I just want to say that I'm sorry we disturbed this land. Clearly the Mandan had every reason to abandon this place and now were paying the price. To my wife and my daughter Mandy. If you find this, know that daddy loves you and someday hopefully you'll see me again… in the… in the… snow Addendum 6294.05: Recovered Audio log The following recording was recovered from a cassette tape in the home of Allison Hodge, with the room it was discovered in being in heavy disrepair. Transcription Transcription [Sounds of heavy breathing] I hear it calling. It's… it's so… I hear it beckoning me in. My family left a day ago, and the snow is creeping in. Its call… Please, for the love of God, someone has to be out there. I can't die in here. It calls, it's like they're coming from inside my head, begging me to join them. [Pause.] "Join us in the snow," it says. "It's so nice. Your friends are out here! Your family… Your…" [Sounds of sobbing.] I've been trying to keep it away, but it just keeps piling up at my windows, at the door. I can hear it in my head. [Sobbing continues.] Please! Just let me go! I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Just let this snowfall end. Similar events have been reported in 12 other states in the past month. The entity described in the recovered documents has yet to be found. Footnotes 1. Dr. Gehenna is an on-call Essophysicist for SCPF Midwest with a specialty in anomalies embodying coldness. 2. Founded in 1995 by Paul Sanalan, Noss Industries is an energy company known for its attention-grabbing branding. They are currently responsible for 20% of the Oil drilling across the Midwest and are embroiled in several scandals due to accusations of unethical business practices and EPA violations ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6294" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6294. Licensed under CC-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: cold.png Name: Early morning, blizzard still in progress (8471401994).jpg Author: Sayamindu Dasgupta License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Early_morning,_blizzard_still_in_progress_(8471401994).jpg Filename: frozen.png Name: Blizzard CYCB.jpg Author: CambridgeBayWeather License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Blizzard_CYCB.jpg |
SCP-6295 | keter | Image from story infected by SCP-6295. Item #: SCP-6295 Special Containment Procedures: All books containing instances of SCP-6295 should be removed from circulation, with amnestics distributed to any readers as appropriate. Research into commonalities between SCP-6295 manifestations and possible methods to prevent instances from appearing in newly published stories is ongoing. Description: SCP-6295 is an anomalous phenomenon associated with the Serpent’s Hand that manifests as a supernatural snake of varying species appearing within a work of fiction. Multiuniversal analysis has determined that SCP-6295 typically manifests in works of fiction in which a snake already appears, “hijacking” the plot and text in order to aid the Serpent’s Hand. Any subject who reads a work of fiction in which SCP-6295 appears will invariably be approached by a member of the Serpent’s Hand (hereafter SCP-6295-A) within 72 hours of completing the work, provided that the following criteria are met: The person believes in the existence of supernatural phenomena The person’s psychological profile is such that they would not attack or otherwise show hostility to supernatural entities present within the Wanderer’s Library The person is unhappy with their life and desires a change to it Once approached, SCP-6295-A will ask the subject if they are interested in visiting the Wanderer’s Library. If they reply in the affirmative, the nearest door will be opened by SCP-6295-A and both it and the subject will walk through the door and enter the Library. Owing to the ease and frequency with which ordinary civilians could access the anomalous world if SCP-6295 is left uncontained, its containment is a high priority. Addendum 6295.A: Example of SCP-6295 Infected Literature: The following excerpt is provided as an example of SCP-6295 infection. It has been examined and determined to be non-anomalous and clear of SCP-6295 infection by SCP-6295 researchers.or has it ;) see you soon! Work: The Rover Boys Shipwrecked by Arthur M. Winfield (1924) Estimated interference begins on page 189. Infected text in italics. The three Rovers were alarmed, and with good reason. Such a snake at liberty on the deck of the water-logged steam yacht would be a constant source of danger. “Are you positive you saw him, Randy?” questioned Jack. “Positive!” was the ready reply. “Gee, but he was a big one, too!” “Maybe we’d better warn the others,” broke in Fred. “That snake may go right after Andy or Small if they happen to be down on the deck.” “I’m going out, snake or no snake!” came from the young major. “Wait! Let’s get those hatchets and axes we saw back there,” cried Fred, and ran back, to return a minute later with two axes and a fair-sized hatchet. Carrying these weapons ready for use, the three Rover boys mounted the runway cautiously. At first they saw nothing on the deck. Then Fred pointed excitedly to the wreckage at the bow. “There he is!” he cried. “There he goes under those boards!” “What are you yelling about?” came from Andy. He and the lanky sailor were still resting on the top of the cabin. “It’s a big snake,” answered Jack. “He got loose and just came up a runway. There are a whole lot of them down below, in a big wire cage.” “If we only had guns we could take a shot at that snake!” exclaimed Randy. “I’m sure we could soon blow him to pieces.” “I’m going to take a shot of another kind!” exclaimed Fred, and, aiming as carefully as he could, he threw the hatchet with all the force he could command. It was a light and sharp affair, and as the bright steel circled through the air the boys saw the snake stare at the hatchet and, somehow, cause it to stop where it was right in the middle of the air. It fell to the ground with a thud as the Rover boys stared at the snake in shock. “I am…sorry…to frighten you,” the snake said. “It’s talking!” Jack exclaimed. “What’s going on?” “There is no need…to be afraid. I have come to deliver…a message.” “What kind of message?” The boys didn’t know what to think, but Randy decided he wanted to hear what the snake had to say. “Your…story. It is…a beautiful one. But there are…many…like it.” “You’re not making any sense!” “You…will…find out…if you wish.” The snake’s eyes glowed a bright yellow for a moment, and the air above the ship became a Way. From there, the three Rover boys decided it was time to visit the Library. [Additional text is restricted to Level 3 Researchers.]pay no attention to the ebook being added to your laptop…or maybe do? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6295" by ObserverSeptember, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6295. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP-6295.jpeg Author: W.S. Rogers License: Public Domain (published 1924, author died in 1937) Source Link: Project Gutenberg Text: The Rover Boys Shipwrecked (1924) Author: Arthur M. Winfield [Edward Stratemeyer] License: Public Domain (published 1924, author died in 1930) Source Link: Project Gutenberg |
SCP-6297 | pending | Welcome User: Matthew Seward You are currently editing SCP-6297. Previous revisions were saved on: 06/04/2022 SCP-6297 — Provisional Documentation: Photo taken by Dept. of Presumptive Divination personnel, 28/03/2022. Item #: SCP-6297 Special Containment Procedures: An investigation into potential anomalous phenomena related to SCP-6297 is underway; this inquiry has been assigned to representatives from Site-184's Dept. of Presumptive Divination..This Department specializes in the practical employment of ritualistic divination for threat identification, containment integrity, and mitigation of ideal-probability-variance. They have been assigned to SCP-6297 due to the apparent similarity between the event and ritualistic practices performed by members of the Department. Description: SCP-6297 refers to a homicide that occurred on 28/03/2022, within a university library in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Initial reports indicate a possible thaumaturgical ritual occurred proceeding, during, or immediately following this event. Additional information will be amended to this file as the investigation continues. SCP-6297 — 29/03/2022: The following is an excerpt from Matthew Seward's (Dept. of Presumptive Divination) 'Divination Log',.A journaling device used to assist diviners in interpreting and analyzing potentially prognostic phenomena. entered shortly after his examination of SCP-6297, alongside Madame Laurier, the Director of the Dept. of Presumptive Divination. Divination Log: March 29, 2022 Foreword: In this role, you come to see death as a window to look through. It's something that's already there, before you start gazing at the true subject, what's really important. It doesn't feel like that anymore. I've been asked to share this log entry due to the investigation into SCP-6297. However, some additional contextualization may be appropriate. When divining one looks for signs in phenomena that indicate (or more accurately reflect), likely future outcomes: omens. Our role is to know what is significant, and then what that significance means. To do that, we train ourselves to absorb as much information as possible in a given moment, analyze it, and retain that knowledge to refer to. This 'Divination Log,' is primarily a tool to assist with that. For the sake of documenting the anomaly, however, I've included peripheral information preceding and following my encounter that would normally be irrelevant to the log. We didn't speak much as we drove into Halifax, but that wasn't unusual. I'd never known Mme Laurier to partake in small talk, even when it would have put people at ease. It wasn't until she'd parked the car and the headlights were off that I brought up what was on my mind: "If this was a murder, why are we here?" She didn't respond as she got out of the car and started making her way to the library. The building was squat and low to the ground — grand though: stonework and soft light spilling into the night from the arched windows. There was a cop at the entrance, Mme Laurier spoke to him for a moment. As the man held the door for us, the smell hit me first: acidic and metallic, the smell of recent death and daily work. It lingered in the air, heavier than I was used to; as we turned into the reading room you could almost taste it. Scent gets into you like that. Sight and sound, there's the barrier of experience between you and it — they affect your body but don't violate it — scent is intimate, you take it in, it's transgressive. It unnerved me how familiar that taste had grown, especially as we turned into the reading room. The first thing I saw was the blood. It caught the light — held it, splintered it into crimson hues, memories of violence. It laid across the floor in concentric rings. In the center was the body: a shriveled thing, curled in on itself. The frightening part was seeing the meaning of it, or at least recognizing the intention. The forms were akin to that of a disembowelled goat. I had committed such an act: read the future from the cooling entrails, wrung prognostication from bloodied bodies. The crime before me was the same. In that collapse of action and actor, I felt guilt and nausea, something in me resonated with the scene before me, and I recoiled from it. I turned, gagging, needing to steady myself at the nearby table. When I could stand Mme Laurier was beside me. "Do you understand now?" she asked. I nodded. "Not yet. Not everything, look closer, for what eludes you." I steadied myself reluctantly, willing another glance. I dissociated, I admit, I looked at the scene before me as I would blood in the bowl: frozen in time, divorced from what was once life. I looked at the angle, the forms, the shapes. Not just the future had been extracted from this array, something else was missing, taken. Mme Laurier bent towards the floor, letting the tip of a finger drag against the blood. She approached me, and before I could react placed it against my forehead. My vision split. I saw the room not as it was, but as it had been. I felt an unbridled need grab my being: a coveting, a hunger for substance. Before me was a source. I reached out and it quivered in recognition to my will. I unspooled it into red current in the air. I tasted the events that brought about this moment and sucked the marrow from a rapidly narrowing future: sweet as a dying star, immensity distilled to a single point. And then I was in the present, stumbling on my hands and knees, my skin clammy and breath shaking. I looked up at Mme Laurier, disgusted by the revelation of what had happened, of what I had been. She offered me her hand. I took it as I rose and she spoke to me. "We look for ripples, movements in the currents, signals of the streams ahead. But just as what will be affects what is, so does what was. Something came here, looking up and down the river's flow: for the future and the past, held in the body, in the blood." I answered, seeing where she was going. "And it found it? Whatever it was looking for?" "No, not quite" she corrected. "It wasn't here to look for a future and the past, it fed upon it." SCP-6297 — ADDITIONAL CONTEXT — VAMPIRISM: An Account of the Vampire: With Apologies to Buffy & Van Helsing Dr. Harper, Dept. of Ficto-Critical Mythology. An Introduction: In Bram Stroker's seminal vampiric text, Dracula — unlike many of its adaptations and reinterpretations — the reader knows very little of the titular character. We learn, as the text progresses, his strengths, weaknesses, and desire for English blood, but we are never given an emotional appeal to his past — tragic or otherwise — or what he intends to do, aside from continuing to spread the plague of vampirism and satiate his endless appetite. It may be presumed that this is a result of the structure of the work itself. Dracula is, after all, a series of documents assembled by the ambitious vampire hunters: a dossier on Dracula's crimes that does not leave room for a sympathetic, self-reflective, or human villain. However, this depiction draws attention towards an important characteristic shared between this literary creature of the night and the entities we, The SCP Foundation, have colloquially designated as vampires. The vampire is fundamentally a creature of the present; it only exists in relation to the immediate moment in time it occupies, at that moment. Driven by base desires, the vampire does not relate ontologically to its own past or future. While the creature may be cunning: capable of orchestrating and executing predatory plans and drawn-out seductions, the purpose and intent of said actions are intimately related to its grounded relation to the present. Vampires are inhuman, not due to their actions but their fundamental relationship to the experience of time. However, it is extrapolated that this existence is not one of contentedness. The vampire ever-grasps at that which it cannot have: the very experiences of past and future it is defined in opposition of. Blood, ever-symbolic, occupies a physical manifestation of this craving. Although the exact nature of this relationship is unclear, the relation of blood to the past — often expressed in relation to family lineages — and the future is reiterated time and time again. Behind the Veil, blood is a demonstrated vector essential to the time-crossing magics of the Daevites, and occupies ritual significance among various thaumaturgical groups. In this framework, blood is not merely 'the life;' it is a manifestation of the experiences of life, and the ongoing will, desire, and ability to live — it is the antithesis of the vampire, who craves it in recognition of its absence. This is the source of their thirst — for even the finest wines and appetites of the flesh offer only pleasures in that moment. Blood, in contrast, provides the vampire with a taste of the infinite, of the impossible and transcended: something to die for, to kill for. […] SCP-6297 — 30/03/2022: Divination Log: March 30, 2022 We went to the victim's dorm room today, Mme Laurier and I. It was a single room on campus, the Don let us up the staircase, chattering on all the while about how horrible the whole thing had been. They'd closed the library, had to bring in specialists who could clean it — wasn't exactly facilities' typical work. I wasn't sure what to expect when he fished an electronic key from his pocket and swiped it against the handle: maybe some sort of echo of the scene I'd seen the previous day. As the door swung open, the first thing that struck me was how normal it felt. A single room, with a cookie-cutter bedframe, messy sheets, a few posters and personal touches, but a transitory space. Beneath the rotation of personalities over the year, there was a sense of identity here. For the most part, its occupants went through the same cycles of love and heartbreak, stress and regret — not its most recent one though. Mme Laurier told the Don we'd need a moment. She'd introduced us as detectives, but that wasn't a profession I'd signed up for. When the door shut she told me to look for something personal, a diary if there was one. I glanced around the mess of notebooks and school supplies: some novel was facedown on the desk and the small shelf was piled with books. I was going to make a comment about not knowing where to start, when suddenly I did: in the lower drawer of the bedside table. I stooped down, pulling out a grey-covered and dog-eared book. As I touched it, my vision shifted. I was sitting on the bed, writing in it, the details were fleeting. I was stressed, I can recall that, but nothing more of substance. I tried to push forward in my mind and felt myself skip like a stone through flat water. It touched down again, on the other side of something. I was in a hundred places at once: in the dining hall, walking to class, taking notes — and then one: the library and those other presences faded into the definitive. The branches of the future — my future, or this future — were being tripped off the tree, reduced to a pole. I stumbled, unsteady on bended knee. Thrust back into the room, I rose to my feet and handed the journal to Mme Laurier. I didn't want to hold it any longer than I needed to. She asked what had happened, and I responded as well as I could. She flipped through the book as I spoke, and set it down on the bed as I finished. I asked if we'd need it for the investigation. "Not anymore" she answered. SCP-6297 — SR_02 | 31/03/2022: MTF Iota-3 — 31/03/2022 SURVEILLANCE Report: FOREWORD: Following the events of 29/03/2022, Mme Laurier requested Foundation Personnel, Matthew Seward be placed under covert surveillance. Mobile Task Force Iota-3 ("Neighbourhood Watch") is responsible for this ongoing initiative. The following Surveillance Report details an event occurring on 31/03/2022. 03:02: Subject becomes restless in bed, rolling back and forth and pushing the covers off its body. 03:20: Subject appears to rise from the bed. The individual's eyes remain closed, and they appear to begin sleepwalking. The subject approaches the room's window and draws back the curtain. Rain is seen softly falling against the glass. 03:35: Subject places both hands against the pane of the window. They begin vocalizing unintelligible, which continues for several minutes. 03:38: As seen in the reflection of the subject in the glass, one eye opens. It appears to make prolonged eye contact with the covert camera installed in the lighting fixture. MTF Iota-3 is placed on intervention-standby, as a precaution should the entity display hostile anomalous behavior. 03:42: The subject's open eye closes, and the individual moves toward the bed. At some point within the previous 40-minutes, the subject suffered a laceration on its left hand; blood trails onto the bedsheet as the individual lies down and covers themselves. 04:18: Surveillance personnel from MTF Iota-3 note an unusual outline in the reflection of the room's window — mirroring the form of the subject. This form becomes harder to determine over the period of 5 minutes, due to the ongoing rain. AFTERWORD: Due to the recorded events, surveillance personnel responsible for monitoring Matthew Seward placed a request for his temporary detainment to ascertain the validity and nature of the potential anomalous phenomena displayed. This request has been vetoed by Mme Laurier, Director of the Dept. of Presumptive Divination. As such, Matthew Seward is permitted to continue his regular duties and responsibilities under persistent surveillance. SCP-6297 — 03/04/2022: Divination Log: April 3, 2022 While, in fiction, dreams are recurringly depicted as prognostic, in truth they are noticeably unreliable. Dreams are complex manifestations of the human psyche; trying to unwind what significance is imparted upon them from the future, and what is manufactured by the brain's mundane chemical reactions is a fool's errand. Dreams lack substance and depth, unlike blood and bones. The physical world has a set baseline, something that can be changed by temporal influences, and in turn, read by those who know where and when to look. But even knowing this, sometimes you can't help but read significance behind them. Lately, I've been having dreams of blood. They start with me before a copper vessel. In it, liquid seeps from cooling entrails. I start to examine them, pick apart their meaning, but I see myself in the reflection — altered in the slippery distortions of metal and blood, but still me. I reach towards it, and the mirrored, reddened hand moves towards me. Our fingers touch on the surface and I push through, breaking the tension. In response, the dripping hand slides up my arm. I force it in deeper, and the warmth radiates along my forearm beneath the liquid's surface. A heat echoed by the touch of the wet hand upon my upper arm, and the drips that run across my bare skin. The foreign, familiar hand slides up to cup my neck. It goads me on, to push in further, more completely. Slipping forward into the vessel, my elbow disappears into its depth. The hand creeps further along my body. It touches gently upon my face. Where it passes, it leaves behind its ichor; the wet mass of it drips down my front, I can feel the movement of the heat as trickles, pools, and diverges. I push again. I know there's something there for me, something to reach. My body twists as I press my shoulder to the rim of the dish. The hand emergent is on my cheek, pulling me inwards, further. I let it take me. My face is against the surface now, two slick fingers slip between my lips and tug at my jaw. I let it open me and the blood pools in. The taste is sweet and familiar. It takes me under. And I wake up. I've spoken to Mme Laurier about these dreams — and about the murder, but she's been dismissive. She's taking the lead on the case and suggested the dreams were a consequence of the fugue state I entered. Apparently an individual uninitiated with seeing the past, particularly someone else's, will often suffer from hallucinations as their brain attempts to insert the memories into its existing chronology. I can understand what she's saying, but it doesn't feel right. I'm going to keep monitoring it. SCP-6297 — Requisition Order — 03/04/2022: SITE-184 — REQUISITION ORDER: 🝩 CRUCIBLE-CLASS RESTRICTED THAUMATURGICAL MATERIALS Requesitioned Materials: Copper Vessel, 15 Liter, Divining Rod, metal, 2 feet, Chalk, 98% minimum calcium carbonate, Vellum, calfskin, 2 rolls, O-Negative Blood, human, 2x500ml bags, Antiseptic Bandages, Haematomantic bloodletting equipment, sterile. Requesition Iniator: Mme Laurier. Status: APPROVED SCP-6297 — 04/04/2022: Divination Log: April 4, 2022 I haven't been sleeping well. I wake at night, uncomfortable in unfamiliar poses. I'll rouse myself, captured in the stillness of movements that weren't my own: contortions of form that feel wrong, foreign. I've taken to drawing the curtains, as waking up in those moments, with the half-glow of moonlight draping across the bed makes my skin crawl. It's as though I'm behind a silver shroud, one that's been pulled over me, suffocating me — but so imperceptibly fine it feels like a trick of the light, until it tightens around my throat. I wish I could attribute the things I see in my waking hours — on my work — to that. Trying to divine the future is inconsistent, the interplay of temporal influence and its ripples in the present lack solidity: you won't always see the same omen twice. You throw the bones, time and time again, and read different signs in their fall. You watch the blood as it pools, traces the winding curves of the vapours, and the meaning you gleam twists and shifts on a repeated attempt. You have to trust yourself, in your ability to get it right the first time, because repetition isn't the way to clarity; this is pre-scientific for a reason. So the fact I've spent the better part of the day casting the bones over and over, and prodding entrails across the metal curvature of the vessel just shows how desperate I am. But maybe that's appropriate, given that they keep offering the same fortune: death. Not an abstracted notion of death as the lurking threat of finality; I've seen a very specific death. My death. It lurks in the reflection of the cooling blood, in the twists of smoke and smog, in the fall of sticks and stone. Normally, the influence of the future is subtle — it whispers to the present in soft syllables. But this is an iron-clad promise, a guarantee of impending unbeing. I've seen the consistent dissolution of self. But it's not the potential for death that worries me, it's that I can't see beyond it. The harder I look: for legacy, memory, lasting influence, I'm met with nothing. A cessation so total in its absolution, a reduction of the future. It's a wall, between me and what will be. I've struggled with uncertainty — seen that as a natural consequence of this art, but this is something else, other, a consuming darkness, tethered to a moment in time, unknowable but inevitable. Death will come, that great veil will slide over me, and what I am now will be no more. I write this as fact, intrinsic. Maybe in doing so, I can escape oblivion, offer just the smallest fragment of self to endure. I'm not optimistic. SCP-6297 — ADDITIONAL CONTEXT — VAMPIRISM-Cont: Selected Excerpt: Letter from an unknown writer, to Antoine Augustin Calmet, dated 1742. I have heard tell through our mutual scholarly circles that you intend to compile a Great Work, exploring in part the rumours and reports of monstrous beings, such as the ungodly Vampyre. I would be remiss if I did not enclose my experience with these and other horrors. I have often considered publishing these journals myself, but fear censor from the misunderstanding public that is apt to conflate forwarning with proof of involvement. Therefore, I leave my accounts in trust to you, dear Sir, in hopes that they may offer a first-hand account to inform your own great text. I assure you, upon my ever-lasting soul, the details I recount are honest experiences. It is by the Grace of God alone that I have endured these encounters and now write to you. I feel it pertinent to inform you that much commonly known about these creatures is based in misunderstanding and superstition. I know not how these beings transgress the laws to which man is bound, only they must do so in allowance with our Lord; to suggest otherwise would be to ascribe to them the capacity to reshape His World, which is a blasphemy that cannot be. Indeed, much of their nature aligns more with the accounts of His Angels than the predatory beasts encountered throughout this broad world — it might be that they are those fallen Angels, thrust into Hell, now freed by His Will to enact His Judgment against us sinners. But I move too hastily, at present, it is worth summarizing the common motives and methods I have seen employed by the Vampyre and its ilk. The Vampyre is not a creature of flesh and substance, as are we. They are immaterial and by-choice imperceptible: they move upon gossamer strands and through shadow — sometimes here, sometimes there. To track a Vampyre is to hunt moonlight, and only the most Holy Objects, endowed with a Blessed affiliation with the Lord, Our God, may hope to effect such a creature. Their method of predation is perverse, yet predictable. Their victim receives their mark, having through their actions, thoughts, or deeds, sinned against the Lord, and thus permitted the creature to enter and suffuse their body. In this moment of possession, it must be assumed the Immortal Soul departs from the body — as it does upon natural death, to face His Judgement. The Vampyre thus occupies the once-human and may act in its victim's voice and movements for some time. It will soon become reclusive, and find for itself a lair or dark place, from which to consume the blood of the victim. This act, I presume works to remind us through perverse mimicry of the great sacrifice of the Son of God — who gave to us His Body and His Blood, so that we may be cleansed of our sins and, God Willing, live eternal life in His Glory. While one is the greatest of sacrifice for our mortal kind, the former is an act done in lust and greed. The Vampyre, having made of its victim a feast, departs the body, which then — lacking its animating Soul — suffers the effects of decay, and may thus be buried with Christian Rites. There are accounts of the Vampyre being dissatisfied with the consumption of its initial host, and thus remaining within its form, seeking the blood of other living, innocent souls. I am unsure as to the validity of this claim, or if the presence of the Vampyre leads those more impressionable minds who cannot ascertain the nature of its predation to see dangers behind every corner. In these following documents, I offer my accounts of these creatures in hopes that may assist you in the work you endeavour to complete. Your Friend, [The following text had been obfuscated.] By the Grace of God. SCP-6297 — Site Security Statement — 06/04/2022: SITE-184 — SITE SECURITY STATEMENT: FOREWORD: The following transcription was taken from an oral report given by Site-184 Security personnel, Jim Ardmore. Mr. Ardmore was questioned following the events of 05/04/2022, during which he was stationed at Site-184's gatehouse. In particular, the relevant event refers to the return of Mme Laurier to the site, accompanied by the deceased corpse of Matthew Seward; both individuals had departed earlier in the day to consult with a thaumaturgical specialist. Jim Ardmore: Yes, I do recall the individuals leaving the site. When Mme Laurier was leaving she informed me that she had received permission to take restricted thaumaturgical materials off-site. I checked, and all the relevant approvals had been given, so I waved them through. I didn't notice anything particular at the time. Mr. Seward looked a little tired perhaps, but I didn't really have the opportunity to speak to him, I'm not sure if I'd have thought to ask anything if I had, either. Jim Ardmore: I noticed something was off as they — she — returned to the site. They'd left around noon, and were coming in towards the end of my shift, I think about eight o'clock, the security log will have the exact time. Anyway, I could see that only Mme Laurier was in the front seat as they drove up. I assumed she'd just dropped Mr. Seward off at home, and was returning the materials. Jim Ardmore: As they returned, I saw that she was covered in blood. I'm ex-military, and I've seen friends of mine bleeding out, but this was absurd, some Tarantino-stuff, the whole front of her clothing was covered in it, splashed up into her hair, I was about to call for medical — thinking there'd been some sort of car accident and the adrenaline was keeping her conscious when she started speaking, really calmly. She told me she'd need my help in the truck, it didn't seem like she was in shock, just weirdly calm. I followed her around back as she got out, and I could tell it was mostly dried on her, with some wet, slick splotches in her hair. As she popped the truck, I knew the blanket-wrapped lump could only be a body. At this point, I started moving back and told her to remain where she was. She leaned against the side of the car, and told me I'd just be wasting all of our time. Jim Ardmore: I radioed for backup, and once they were there, we searched her and the car: the thaumaturgical materials had been used, and we put two-and-two together. One of us marched her to Head-Camp, and the rest of us brought the body to medical. I was there when they unwound the sheets, it was Mr. Seward, that much was clear. His skin was pale-white though and shriveled. I got sent home after that. Word is Mme Laurier was cleared. I don't know what happened, and quite frankly I don't even want to guess. ATTENTION Date: 11/04/2022 User: Matthew Seward You are viewing documents attached to this file prior to 09/04/2022; you have approved one (1) additional attachment, and have one (1) outstanding attachment pending approval. SCP-6297 — [NEW ATTATCHMENT - UPLOADED 11/04/2022]: Divination Log: April 9, 2022 So obviously by the nature of me writing this, it should be clear I'm not dead. Not currently dead, that is; it's a hard thing to wrap your head around. I suppose I should start from when we left the Site. Mme Laurier had told me we were consulting with a specialist, something we do occasionally when we're looking for a particular expertise to suit our own. We arrived at the woman's house, a member of a local coven, the "VVicked VVitches" that Mme Laurier had known for a long time. I know I was introduced, but I'm not sure about her name — a lot of the details from that day are fuzzy now. They asked me to read through the library there, double-checking the dates for an augury ritual we were trying, while they set up. I didn't notice anything unusual until I stepped into the room. When you're trained to notice things, to capture minute details, you get accustomed to reading a situation. As I walked in, before I could even process what I was seeing, some part of me — deep and animalistic — was commanding me to run, to turn. The floor was covered in chalk circles, radiating from the copper vessel. It was dim with only the flickering of candlelight. The scene before me radiated with this absolute sense of power and presence. Sometimes, you get a clearer sense of the future or the possibility of the future. Things respond to observation, that's as fundamental a principle in magic as quantum physics. I knew what was happening here wasn't just looking, it was something more intentional, more direct. I stamped down that flight response, and took a moment to ask what was happening. As I did so, there was this flash of sliver in the corner of my vision, and I found I couldn't speak. I raise my hand to my neck and it came away wet, in that moment, my body started to come undone. I could feel the blood trickling down, swelling. It wasn't just bleeding, it was being pulled out of my, summoned forward. That feeling of your veins pulsating involuntarily, expelling the very substance keeping you alive, it was like there was something inside me, living and alien, trying to escape. I fell forward, onto my knees. A hand on the back of my head moved me towards the vessel. I could see into it as the blood-filled it. I watched my life leaving my body, pooling into a reflection that was and was not me. The only thing I could think, as I slid out of consciousness, my eyes locked on the figure in the reflection, was how grateful I was not to be it. The next thing I knew was bright lights — the unmistakable glare of a hospital. I tried to sit up, but couldn't move, My neck and chest were locked in place. I glanced around, recognizing the Site-184 medical ward. I tried to speak, eliciting only a broken croak. It was enough to bring someone over, leaning into my vision was those piercing eyes of Mme Laurier. I should have been terrified, but I was calm. I don't know why. After a moment she began to speak. "I am sorry, for what you have suffered by my hand. Were there any other option, I'd have taken it." I swallowed, and tried to speak, managing only a single word: a question, "dead?" "Yes." She answered, "I spoke to you of the vampire, a being of the present, of hunger, and of blood. It had you, was draining you slowly but surely. When it was done — if it sensed a threat — we'd have lost it again." "To kill it was to kill the present. To kill the present was to kill you, body and mind. We slit your throat to bleed you dry: a lamb to slaughter." I tried to respond, "buh—" She rested her hand on my arm, softly. "Easy. You will speak in time. Yes, you died, and yes you lived. You understand the river of time, know to look at how the rapids downstream affect the current where you are. We pushed you — your awareness — further along, down the river. You found safe passage home, once your body drifted along to where you were, to the now." "The threat has passed, washed away, and now it is only you who remains. You must rest." I wanted to protest, to question, to understand this act that defined my knowledge and experience. Such a thing couldn't be possible, and yet here I was. But fatigue overtook me and I drifted off. I started writing this when I woke up. The whole experience feels unreal, othering. I wanted to make some lasting account of it, even though I want to forget it as well. I don't know what it means, that I was dead and now live. I don't know what matters more: the progression of my body through time, or my consciousness of that fact. I suppose in the end of the day, it doesn't matter. I'm here again, and there's still work to do. ATTENTION Date: 11/04/2022 You have one (1) remaining file, pending attachment approval: Preview: Divination Log: April 11, 2022 I was worried I'd forget what happened entirely; suffer the obscuration of fact to unbelievable myth. It hasn't happened yet through. And I don't think it will, not with this reminder on my flesh. It wrings around my neck, this angry scar. Whenever I look in the mirror, it's there. I can't help but think of the first time I watched Mme Laurier open up a goat: the same practiced moves that slit me open. I can picture that moment: where the interior and the exterior meld in a red outpouring. I went back to work today. I drew the blood from a corpse again. I thought about how I lost the ability to act, to protest, to fight when it happened to me. I may as well have been dead myself, maybe that was the point. I let the blood pool into the vessel, keeping the entrails within the carcass. It flattened and shone, smooth and even in the dim light. I leant forward, looking for meaning. What I found was an absence, I knew it intrinsically, although I couldn't tell of what. Then revelation unveiled itself: there was no reflection, no mirrored image of myself looking out. No gaze met my own, just the flat, red expanse. I was horrified. Not for what wasn't there, but because I realized I could bring it back. That the not-self hasn't dissolved, it was hidden in its absence. I only had to reach for it. Would you like to approve this file for attachment? YES — NO You have selected: NO. The pending file will be removed, and approved changes will be saved. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6297" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6297. Licensed under CC-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-6299 | neutralized | Item#: 6299 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6299. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6299 is to be stored in a 10 by 10 meter animal containment cell at Site-104. SCP-6299 is not to be outside the influence of a Scranton Reality Anchor at any time save for testing purposes. SCP-6299 is to be fed 2 servings of 6299-Designated Dog Food daily (See Researcher Tailor for details). Playing with SCP-6299 is to be carried out daily to ensure that it is in healthy physical and mental condition. Description: SCP-6299 is a male Australian Cattle Dog weighing approximately 15 kilograms. SCP-6299 is an avid reality bender and experiences an internal Hume reading of approximately 160 Humes. When not bound by a Scranton Reality Anchor, SCP-6299 expresses the ability to instantaneously teleport to nearby locations, manifest objects seemingly at random, and perform other anomalous actions such as levitation and material manipulation. SCP-6299's range of influence appears to be about 100 meters. SCP-6299 has an amiable and playful demeanor and often requires interaction from personnel. It is unclear if SCP-6299 has active control over its reality bending abilities. Training to potentially harness SCP-6299's abilities is pending. Access Test Log Access Granted Date: February 23, 2017 Procedure: To test SCP-6299's control over its abilities, it was left supervised in its testing chamber for 30 minutes. Results: SCP-6299 spent most of the 30 minute time frame attempting to play with the supervision personnel. At random intervals, however, it, as well as some of its toys that were placed in the chamber, teleported to other locations within its chamber and slightly levitated about 10 centimeters above the floor. Analysis: SCP-6299, when left to its own devices, appears to passively reality bend. It is unclear if SCP-6299 has control over its abilities and is using them to play, or if the reality bending is random. Date: February 28, 2017 Procedure: To test how it interacts with other dogs, SCP-6299 was left in its testing chamber with 5 other non-anomalous dogs. Results: SCP-6299 played with the other dogs in an expected manner. After approximately 10 minutes, SCP-6299 and one of the non-anomalous dogs teleported across the length of the chamber. The non-anomalous dog expressed fear and ran to one of the researchers. SCP-6299 ran to the researcher as well, appearing to want to continue playing. Analysis: SCP-6299 has the ability to teleport living organisms. Date: March 6, 2017 Procedure: To potentially control SCP-6299's abilities, a Milk-Bone dog treat was placed in a steel box in front of SCP-6299. Results: SCP-6299 scratched at the box with its paws for approximately 3 minutes. It then walked to the opposite side of its testing chamber and stared at the box for a few seconds. Then, the treat instantaneously disappeared from the box and reappeared in front of SCP-6299. SCP-6299 then consumed the treat. Analysis: SCP-6299 appears to have control over its abilities. Further tests are to be conducted. Date: March 7, 2017 Incident: When training personnel entered SCP-6299's containment cell, many large crumbs appearing to be remnants of Milk-Bone dog treats were found on SCP-6299's bed. When security footage was combed, it was found that SCP-6299 managed to teleport approximately 10 Milk-Bone treats from the box they were stored in to its chamber. Follow-up: SCP-6299 was reprimanded using a spray-bottle filled with tap water. SCP-6299 reacted negatively. Analysis: It seems that SCP-6299 can teleport items that it does not know the precise location of. Date: March 10, 2017 Procedure: SCP-6299 was placed on the floor of its testing chamber. A training personnel was perched on top of a large box that SCP-6299 could not reach. Results: After scratching the box with its paws, SCP-6299 jumped into the air and proceeded to float upward as if it were weightless. Upon reaching the personnel's height, it floated forward and landed on their lap. It then proceeded to play with the personnel. Analysis: To reach high objects, SCP-6299 expresses the ability to float against the force of gravity. It is unclear why SCP-6299 did not simply teleport the personnel to the floor or itself upon the ledge. Perhaps floating is "easier" than teleporting. Date: March 15, 2017 Procedure: A simple mechanism was constructed consisting of a tall, thin chute with a simple latch mechanism connected to a box at the bottom of the chute. When a small object is dropped into the chute, the latch will open and release Milk-Bone dog treats. SCP-6299 was shown how the mechanism works several times by research personnel before it was given a small ball. Results: SCP-6299 teleported a treat out of the box. SCP-6299 was reprimanded using a spray-bottle filled with tap water. SCP-6299 reacted negatively. The device was reset, and SCP-6299 hesitated for approximately 3 minutes. Research personnel demonstrated the device again. After approximately 5 minutes, the ball began to slowly levitate upward before it was dropped into the chute. The latch opened and SCP-6299 consumed the treats inside the box. Analysis: SCP-6299 has the ability to telekinetically manipulate objects. Date: March 22, 2017 Procedure: SCP-6299 was placed on one side of a plexiglass wall and several of SCP-6299's toys of choice were placed on the opposite side. Training personnel then clearly stated various words such as, "ball," "rope," and "bone." Note: This test was conducted following extensive testing associating certain toys with verbal words so that SCP-6299 is able to make a connection with verbal cues and objects. Results: SCP-6299 was able to teleport the objects on the other side of the plexiglass wall with approximately 85% accuracy. Every correct teleportation was rewarded with a Milk-Bone treat. Analysis: SCP-6299 is becoming able to teleport objects at the command of personnel. 9 ENTRIES OMMITTED FOR BREVITY SCP-6299 after extensive training. Photo taken on April 5, 2017. Addendum: After extensive training from personnel on the SCP-6299 Research Team, SCP-6299 now has the ability to bend reality at the command of personnel. Such actions that have been worked on include: Levitation on command Teleportation to specific locations on command Telekinesis on command The ability to summon certain items on command (items trained with include "toy,” "bowl," "blanket," and smaller items such as "die" and "coin") Access Archived Message Log Access Granted [ARC: April 09, 2017] To: tni.pcs|yllekmjrd#tni.pcs|yllekmjrd From: tni.pcs|norabqn#tni.pcs|norabqn Subject: Neutering of SCP-6299 Hey Dr. Kelly. I finally got approval for SCP-6299 to be fixed. He will be dropped off at the clinic tomorrow at 3:00. He will be equipped with a Reality Anchor so he won't cause reality to collapse when you cut into him. I will also send over Mike to make sure everything goes according to plan. Have a nice day. P.S. The reality collapse thing was a joke. 6299 is not strong enough to do that. To: tni.pcs|norabqn#tni.pcs|norabqn From: tni.pcs|yllekmjrd#tni.pcs|yllekmjrd Subject: Re:Neutering of SCP-6299 Thanks for the information. I will be sure to be careful! And I sure hope the little guy can't destroy reality! :) To: tni.pcs|yllekmjrd#tni.pcs|yllekmjrd From: tni.pcs|norabqn#tni.pcs|norabqn Subject: Re:Neutering of SCP-6299 Great job on the surgery! 6299 appears to be a bit woozy from the medication, but other than that he seems healthy! I will be sure to send you pictures of the little guy during testing. He is pretty cute with that cone on his head. To: tni.pcs|yllekmjrd#tni.pcs|yllekmjrd From: tni.pcs|norabqn#tni.pcs|norabqn Subject: Re:Neutering of SCP-6299 Meet me at my office. I think we may have a problem. NOTICE The documentation for SCP-6299 has been superseded by a revised entry as of June 20, 2017. VIEW REVISED DOCUMENTATION? |
SCP-6300 | euclid | OFFICIAL NOTICE FROM THE O5 BOARD OF DIRECTORS Due to repeated questions over the recent allocation of resources, all personnel in the Southern United States are required to read this document, which serves as an official announcement of the SCP-6300 project. Item #: SCP-6300 Level 4/6300 Classified Canyonlands National Park, Utah. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6300 has currently not been built, the following containment procedures have been written in advance to be put into place once SCP-6300 is constructed. SCP-6300 will require an active police force. This will serve two purposes, one of which is simple and general lawkeeping and protection of private property. Due to the fact that SCP-6300 is officially classed as a Foundation site, there will be sensitive information and classified anomalous material present. The second purpose of the SCP-6300 police force will therefore be to prevent citizens from accessing said material and, in the event that it is accessed, perform necessary amnesticisation procedures. This purpose will require the police force to be made up of trained Foundation operatives. In the interests of increasing tourism and revenue for SCP-6300, the public display in the central hub of some visually interesting, low-threat level anomalies has been sanctioned by the O5 Board of Directors. In order to preserve the veil, these anomalies will be given appropriate natural explanations. Some anomalies currently scheduled for display include a colony of SCP-098, a large sampling of SCP-1006, and some SCP-111 specimens. The respective containment procedures for all displayed anomalies are to be maintained and followed as normal. The construction and presence of SCP-6300 is projected to cause minor damage to the ecosystem and landscape within Canyonlands National Park. Legal funds will be set aside to lobby for suppression of negative media concerning SCP-6300. Models show that negative impacts to the ecosystem and landscape should disappear within 30 years. Description: SCP-6300 is the official designation for an expansive Foundation-led urban project currently slated for construction in early 2054. Plans for SCP-6300 include high-rise residential districts, central business/tourism hub and a transport network. Additional construction and development will be planned as SCP-6300's population increases. Canyonlands National Park, Utah, has been chosen as the location for SCP-6300 due to its natural beauty and potential for tourism. SCP-6300 was conceptualised by the O5 Board of Directors after successful smaller-scale urban planning ventures, such as the construction of a monorail transport system in San Antonio, Texas. These initiatives were a result of a larger structural reorganisation made necessary by severe financial losses as a result of the Xi'an Incident. In the years since, this reorganisation has been a resounding success, allowing the Foundation to expand to ventures beyond anomaly containment. When fully populated, SCP-6300 is projected to have an initial population of around 3 million citizens. Continued growth models predict that this will rise to 7 million within 20 years, which would make it the second largest city by population in the United States. An official municipal title for use by the public is currently under consideration. If successful, more cities of the same model as SCP-6300 will be constructed around the world. Current regions slated for future development include Zhangjiajie National Forest Park in China, Wadi Rum in Jordan, Komodo National Park in Indonesia, and the Black Forest region of Germany, each selected for similar reasons as SCP-6300. Addendum: A notice from the Administrator. A NOTICE FROM THE ADMINISTRATOR In the coming months, we will officially break ground on SCP-6300. This is undoubtedly an exciting time. It represents the culmination of years of planning, involving thousands of important personnel. But even more than representing the end of this planning stage, it represents the beginning of a new age for the Foundation. A shining new era for all of us. SCP-6300 is not just a new age for us as an organisation. It's a step forward for the entire world, a gift that we are graciously giving to them. It will stand tall above the Canyonlands - but not known as SCP-6300 to them. Instead, it will be christened as Manoa. Explorers spent hundreds of years searching for the lost city of gold in the Amazon, and we hope we are giving the world a place equally as glorious as those legends. — The Administrator and the O5 Board of Directors. + SUPPLEMENTARY INFORMATION: O5 EYES ONLY - CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Located approximately 10 miles outside of SCP-6300, the warehouse containing the [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] ERROR SYSTEM FAILURE THE INFORMATION IN THIS DOCUMENT HAS BEEN CORRUPTED BY A MASSIVE SERVER STORAGE ERROR THIS INFORMATION WAS ARCHIVED IN THE CENTRAL SCP-6300 SERVER PLEASE CONTACT CENTRAL SUPPORT FOR THE RETRIEVAL OF THIS INFORMATION ONLY RETRIEVE INFORMATION WITHIN YOUR CLEARENCE LEVEL RETRIEVAL OF INFORMATION ABOVE YOUR CLEARENCE LEVEL WILL RESULT IN DISCIPLINARY ACTION ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR[] ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR[] THE DAY OF PURIFICATION ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR[] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [MASSIVE DATABASE CORRUPTION] [SCPNET ACCESS ATTEMPT…] [SCPNET ACCESS ATTEMPT…] [SCPNET CLOUD ACCESS…] [SCPNET CLOUD ACCESS ATTEMPT SUCCESSFUL - DISPLAYING E-MAIL ARCHIVES] To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: RE:MY NAME IS AHMED I can't tell you how excited I was to get your e-mail. It's been weeks sending these out into the void hoping for a response, and it's been months since I talked to anyone outside of the little community we have here. I suppose it's a miracle anyone here survived, I suppose. Whatever happened, it started here in Manoa and the other cities and spread out. Anyway, yeah, to answer your question - yes, I worked for them. Nothing high up, just simple data entry out of college. Maybe it was irresponsible of them to give clearly sensitive data to people fresh out of school, but it's irrelevant now. Nobody has heard anything from any high level people there since it all happened. I mean, they were kind of strange anyway. They more or less appeared out of nowhere one day and started building banks, then cities. But anyway - so you say there's a large community of people down there in New Zealand? That's cool, it's nice to hear about pockets of survivors like us. Although I heard something about a large pocket of survivors somewhere in the Middle East that just… Died off. Sorry, I know that's morbid. I'm sure we'll be fine. So much of the data on these computers was lost during what happened. I've been trying to look through them, but the search function is completely ruined, so I have to do it all manually. There's so much to look through. I'm not really sure what I'll find. I might be the only person in the world right now with access to the information here. If I find anything interesting, I'll send it along. - Ahmed WELCOME TO MANOA! By now I'm sure you've began to settle into your living space in the world's most advanced city. This is simply a welcome notice from the town council to say how excited we are about having you and anyone else in your household here. If you live in one of the state-of-the-art high rises, you've surely already taken in the glorious view of the Canyonlands that surround us. If you reside elsewhere, a monorail journey will bring you to a building where you can take it in. You'll probably be spending a lot of your time in the Central Hub. This is the financial and cultural centre of Manoa, so if you don't have a job already lined up, then you can travel down there at any time and see what you can find. The Hub also contains most of our many tourist attractions, such as our art museum, and the Beastiary, which contains many creatures which were previously unknown to science! Our brand new attraction is our officially licensed Canyonlands tours. Our new fleet of all-terrain vehicles will take you a few miles outside of Manoa along the designated route to see the natural landscape and maybe spot some of the animals that call it home - such as hawks, black bears and bighorn sheep! So, to sum everything up - welcome to Manoa, and we hope you enjoy the years you spend in humanity's newest great city. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED So I found this and I thought it was pretty funny. I remember getting one of these when I moved into my tiny little studio apartment in one of the high rise apartments. I already had a job with the Foundation lined up, so on my first day I went down to the Beastiary. It was pretty interesting, but those crab things were creepy little bastards. All they did was make clicking noises and swarm near the glass when you got close. Some kind of new species they found in New Caledonia, that's what it said on the information signs. Places like New Caledonia probably got it worst. At least we still have dry land to live on. They probably have nothing now. I was thinking the other day about what I miss the most. Probably birdsong. I remember it used to be more or less my alarm clock to wake me up for school. It was only 20 or 25 years ago, but it may as well have been hundreds. Of course, it was the biggest animals that went first. They need more food, I suppose, and when all the plants you eat are toxic you're not going to last long if you weigh a tonne. I haven't heard birdsong in years now. Hell, I haven't seen a bird that wasn't a skeleton in years either. But that's great that you've got a little farm going down there. I didn't think anyone would be able to grow anything. We certainly can't. A woman here tried to start a roof garden last year, but nothing took to the soil. So we've just been living off canned food. And nobody has any idea how much of that there actually is left. If it runs out, I have no idea what we're going to do. We'll just be stuck in the middle of this wasteland with nothing. Building a city in the middle of the fucking desert was a stupid idea, but I suppose they didn't expect the world to end. Have you been in contact with anyone else? Anyone else in America, maybe? They need to know that there's a community of people here. Anyway, I'll keep looking through all these files. There's just so much. -Ahmed THE MONTHLY INSPECTION OF THE SCP-6300 MONORAIL SYSTEM HAS PRODUCED THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION AND REQUESTS: Several monorail cars have experienced vandalism. MPD involvement has become necessary Since the last inspection, a pair of golden eagles (Aquila chrysaetos) had constructed a nesting site in one of the monorail track scaffolds. Due to the past years of low golden eagle population levels in the area, the prompt removal of the nest created a scene. An extension of the track to connect it to the jeep tour station has been proposed. There has been some general wear to parts of the track system. Map with the specific parts that need repairs will be relayed soon. The current supply of SF1 is running low. Please put in a request for at least 20 new cannisters. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: RE:MY NAME IS AHMED So I found this little monorail report document and thought it was pretty interesting. Nobody had seen any big animals for a long time, and then a pair of golden eagles set up a nest under the monorail. Of course it got removed within the day, but I remember how excited everyone was to see something like that. In case you were wondering, MPD is Manoa Police Department. I never liked them. Police in any city are sketchy at best anyway, but in Manoa they acted more like security guards in a building than a police force upholding the law in a city, if that makes sense. Something I don't know is what the hell SF1 is. Maybe it's some kind of cleaning formula, but I've never heard of it. Thinking about the golden eagle nest has got me thinking about how it all happened. I remember news articles about patches of trees dying off. But it was always hand-waved away. Then Germany. And then, just… collapse. Bad memories. The Foundation had so much knowledge, that was obvious when I was just working here. But I'm going to focus my search a bit more. See if I can find out if they knew anything about what happened. -Ahmed Interviewed: Mochamad Indrawan, local resident. Interviewer: Dr. Annan (posing as an Indonesian police detective) Foreword: Indrawan was intercepted by Foundation operatives after attempting to raise concerns about an incident he encountered upon in a small cove. He lived in a small village only a short walk away from 6300K in Komodo National Park. All text has been translated from Indonesian into English. <Begin Log> Dr. Annan: So, what were you doing in the area? Indrawan: I take my son out fishing to that cove at least once a week. It's only a 30 minute walk away from our village and it's the richest fishing spot you can get without needing to take a boat out. And the view is even greater nowadays, because you can see the city on the next island across. Dr. Annan: So you didn't think anything was wrong - you weren't going down there to try and investigate anything? Indrawan: I've already told you more than once, no. We just happened to be there. That was all. Are you going to tell me why it happened, or- Dr. Annan: Please continue with your account. We don't have an explanation as of yet. Indrawan: Alright. Before we even reached the cove the first thing that we noticed was the smell. My son's eyes started watering, but we kept on going. Taking him fishing their is always the highlight of his week, I hate it when we can't go. Dr. Annan: Can you describe the smell you experienced in more detail? Indrawan: It's hard to describe. When I was 11 a small building where we kept some animals and farm equipment caught alight when we were away. We didn't get back for a week, and when we returned, there was the stench of burnt plastic and charred flesh that had already started to rot. That's what it smelt like when we walked up that path. Dr. Annan: Was there anything detectable in the air, any abnormal weather conditions? Indrawan: No. It was completely clear - until we got close. Beautiful blue skies. Dr. Annan: Okay, please continue. Indrawan: We kept on and went down through this passage in the rock and when we finally came out onto the beach, my son nearly fainted from the stench and I had to grab him. Dr. Annan: Was the entire beach covered? Indrawan: Yes. The sand there is beautiful and white but it was all just covered in this orange… sludge. And there was a haze coming up from all the bodies, a fog. Dr. Annan: The bodies? Indrawan: The corpses of sea creatures. All kinds. Small fish, octopuses, crabs, eels. I guess whatever happened had grouped all the smaller fish together, which must have looked appetising to larger animals, because when I walked out a little bit closer to the water I could see the corpse of a manta ray. Probably the biggest I've ever seen. I've fished these waters all my life, and I've always hoped to see one that big. But not like that. Not one in that way. Dr. Annan: Was it just aquatic animals? Indrawan: The smell of all that fish must have been pretty tempting, and it lured out a Komodo dragon. It was dead with the fish still in its mouth, already starting to rot itself. Dr. Annan: And what was your son doing at this point? Indrawan: I told him to go back up the stairs and wait. I didn't want him to see all that. Dr. Annan: Did you stay for much longer? Indrawan: How could I? The stench was terrible when we were just nearby. It was practically unbearable on that beach. I could taste it. I could feel it in my lungs. Dr. Annan: Did you tell anyone else after leaving the scene? Indrawan: No. I took my son back home then went straight to my boat to cross the sea to the city so I could tell someone. Dr. Annan: I see. Indrawan: Do you have any idea what caused it? Dr. Annan: We're still attempting to figure that out. Indrawan: I've seen pollution before. Mostly people dumping used car batteries and things in the ocean where it then poisons a school of fish. But nothing like that. Nothing comes close to what's on that beach now. Dr. Annan: Thank you, Mr. Indrawan. You can leave now. Indrawan: But - you must have some idea what caused it. This sea is my livelihood, and one day it'll be my son's livelihood. And then his son's. You can't just be completely unaware. Dr. Annan: It's still a developing situation. We don't know until we've performed the necessary tests- Indrawan: Tests? I want to speak to somebody more qualified, I want to speak to an expert. This was so close to where me and my family live, I- Dr. Annan: You can speak to an expert if you wish. Please just allow my associate to escort you out. Indrawan is lead out. Dr. Annan sighs, leans back in his chair, and turns on his radio. Dr. Annan: Please make sure he is amnesticised. And find out if his son has told anyone else yet before getting him amnesticised too. Has the report come back from the cleanup team yet, Dr Serrano? Dr. Serrano: Yes. Do you want to hear it now, or should I give you the report in person? Dr. Annan: No, you can tell me now. Dr. Serrano: We tested a few fish and that huge manta ray. All tissue samples showed copious levels of SF1. Dr. Annan: Shit. What should we do? Dr. Serrano: Shelve it as a coincidence and move on. You know what happened to that team who reported the same thing outside the processing plant in Norilsk. Dr. Annan: Of course. Who knows, maybe it really is a coincidence. Dr. Serrano: Let's hope so. <End Log> Closing Statement: Mochamad Indrawan and his son were successfully amnesticised within the hour. Cove was cleaned up and safely reopened within 48 hours. The animal deaths reported have been attributed to pollution from an illegal waste dumping site found just outside 6300K. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED Well, I found this. It's awful. That poor man having to find that, especially with his son. I was never sure if amnestication was real, it was just a rumour among us low-level low-wage employees, but I guess it's actually a thing. At least he could forget what he saw. You said that you had no idea what SF1 is either. But here it is again, and this time it sounds even stranger. What the fuck is it, and why was it such a big deal that it was found in these fish? I haven't been able to find anything yet specifying what it is. Just a few documents where it's mentioned, and it all seems so casual. It's obviously an acronym for something, but no document I have found ever expands upon it. I do remember hearing vague rumours about stuff like what the man described happening, but nobody ever took it seriously. I mean, it sounds just like an oil spill. And oil spills aren't really that uncommon. Remember that one off the coast of Bermuda in 2049? I remember going to a protest about it. Did you? Or maybe you weren't that type. I don't know. Maybe if the protests had upped their game the collapse wouldn't have happened. I'm going to keep looking, but I need a break. I've been sitting in this dark room for so long searching for stuff I need to go and talk to people in the community again for a while. I've run out of food in here, anyway. -Ahmed INCIDENT REPORT - AMMAN WAREHOUSE, JORDAN A minor incident has occurred at the warehouse outside of Amman, Jordan, which serves 6300WR. The facility briefly lost electrical power for 45 minutes, resulting in some minor damage to products being moved across the warehouse floor when one of the ceiling lights in the facility went out. These products are believed to be electrical parts, and an immediate inspection of the warehouse supply of Siberia Fuel 1 (SF1) revealed them to be unharmed. A more thorough inspection has been scheduled, but no long term damage is projected to have occurred to any important products. Incident report written by warehouse manager Tarawneh To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED I can't believe it. I found what the acronym means. And in such a stupid document too, not even something important. SF1 is Siberia Fuel. That's one mystery solved. It's pretty self explanatory what it is now, I think - russian oil, should be as simple as that. At least I have full terms to search for now. I hope I didn't miss anything interesting because I was just looking for SF1. There's far too much to go back over and check now. It's funny you also went to one of those Bermuda protests. I remember the news covering protests all over the world about it. Funnily enough, I don't really remember any protests about the Foundation cities. I mean, you'd think that there would have been some. People rightfully protest over stuff like fracking, but when a whole gigantic city is built in the Canyonlands, one of the most beautiful places in the country, nothing. It's strange. I think sometimes if I regret moving here and taking that job with SCP. It payed well and there was definitely a novelty about living in the "city of the future", but if I had known there was no future I probably would have moved somewhere that isn't an inhospitable wasteland. Maybe Oregon, my brother lives up there. Always said it was pretty. He was a tour guide on a whale watching boat. Obviously he can't do that now. If he's even alive. Maybe it's a good thing if he isn't. He used to tell me (probably jokingly, but still) that he wouldn't want to live in a world without whales. Sorry. That's too morbid, I know. I'll keep looking. Are you sharing these with other people over there? -Ahmed 6/5/2050 This expedition log is being started at the point where we are 40 miles out from the nearest large settlement. From here on out, we're definitely on our own. There are 8 of us in the team, and we've been given enough resources to find our way there and back. A few months ago a Foundation satellite noticed a gigantic thermal patch that was spewing heat out into the atmosphere in the wilderness of the Sakha Republic in Siberia. And it's only getting bigger. The Foundation doesn't want to cause an incident by flying a plane into Russian territory, so we're just here to see what it is and report back. Not much to report on as of now. We've set up camp by a small stream. It's absolutely beautiful here. One of the few untouched places still left on this planet. I mean, beautiful natural places still exist, but not like this anymore. We're still a way off the thermal patch according to the maps. We set off again in the morning. 9/5/2050 The last few days have been uneventful. It quickly becomes obvious that the taiga isn't a landscape of variation. It's stunningly gorgeous, definitely, but it's the same features for miles and miles and miles. Pine trees, a stream, then over a hill and it's the same again. Put that on repeat for the last few days and here we are again, camping by a stream next to a hill. We have seen a few animals, though. Saw a small herd of reindeer next to a lake, and Masaki swears that he saw a bear last night when we were all asleep, but I think we've all chosen to act like he's just making that up. This place is imposing enough without thinking about bears watching us. And I mean that. It really is imposing. I almost feel like we're in space. We're probably the first humans to ever pass through here. It feels like a place that doesn't want us to be here. It's not for people - at least, it's not for people apart from those who have been here for thousands of years and know the land. But we haven't encountered any indigenous people as of yet. Sometimes it feels like the trees just close in on you. Especially when we're huddled around a campfire and all you can see in each direction is darkness and the trees. I'll be happy when we finally get to the thermal patch. But I think it's still a while off, at least 60 or 70 miles. That's what the map says, anyway. 13/5/2050 We've finally found something. It's not the patch, but it's definitely strange enough to be noteworthy. We've reached a point in the journey where we can use the path of a large stream to take us all the way up to the thermal patch. While walking alongside we stumbled upon the corpses of two reindeer down by the water. The stream bends a bit where we found them, so water and debris collects in a small pocket at the side, and this small pocket was covered with this strange orange sludge. It smelled abhorrent, and we got out of there as soon possible. A gas leak of some kind, maybe? Nobody knows really. But we're not here to find out the cause of death of some reindeer. So onwards we moved. Another night, another camp by the stream. I could tell the mood was a little sour because of the reindeer. But I think it was gone by the end of the night. We just want to get there and be done with this. It's not been that long out here but it feels like an eternity. 15/5/2050 As I write this we're only a couple of miles out from the patch. It's not been the best day. Following up the path of the stream we found a few groups of corpses. It was always the same as the first time - right next to the water, right next to gathering of this orange liquid. Maybe it is just gas leaks. But I feel like we'd smell gas if that was the case, and not what we did smell. I think it's starting to creep the team out. I'm trying to keep them calm, but as I said, this place takes its toll on you. It's imposing, and things we shouldn't be worrying about compared to our goal just become all the more worrying. We're so far from people. And we're heading towards an unknown place. And we keep finding dead animals. Maybe they're right to be worried. We'll be at the site tomorrow, anyway. 16/5/2050 We're here. We've found it. At the point on the map where the thermal patch was spotted, the trees suddenly stopped and we walked out into a large clearing. The only thing growing in the clearing was short grass - aside from that, it was completely barren of plant life. We knew instantly that we had reached the site. After taking notice of the barren nature of the area, the next thing our eyes were drawn to was the hole. Towards the middle of the clearing there was a hole about 3 metres wide, right next to a stream that was running through the middle of the field. We set up a perimeter around it and then peered inside. We couldn't see anything. So, it's extremely deep, we know that for sure. We've set up camp back in the forest as I write this. Nobody really wanted to set up camp in the clearing or anywhere near where we could see the hole. And I don't blame them. It's creepy for a few reasons. Firstly, it's just completely quiet. As soon as we got out of the treeline the sounds of birds and the wind rustling the trees just stopped. It was like someone flicked a switch to turn off the noise. There was just nothing aside from the sound of the stream and our own footsteps. The second reason is obvious from the map - it's just hot. Not unbearable, but its enough to make you sweat, and with all the gear we're carrying nobody wants to stay out there for too long. But I know we'll have to go into the hole in the next few days. We're here to survey the site in its entirety, and that includes whatever's in there. Nobody wants to, I can tell. But that's the job. 17/5/2050 We spent today setting up all the equipment around the whole. Everything out of the boxes and assembled. That's thermal equipment, Geiger counters, Hume counters, and the most complex of all - the rope pulley system. Tomorrow we're going to lower Martinez into the hole to do an initial survey. And all of us except Gillespie are going in. I know he's relieved. He knows all the equipment better than anyone, so he has to stay out to monitor everything and it's not his choice, but I can't help feeling he's lucky. Nothing else to report from today. We're just back at the camp away from the clearing. The equipment looks strange reflecting in the moonlight. I guess we've got so used to seeing nothing but plants and natural landscapes that, seeing something manmade jutting up from the ground is jarring. Just a short log today. Tomorrow we go in, and then we can go home. 18/5/2050 Today was obviously eventful. I'll try to summarise it as well as I can. Martinez went into the hole first. We strapped him up properly and rigged him to the pulley system, gave him a torch and then he went in. It was obviously a tense time when he was down there. It didn't take him long to completely vanish from view, even though the sky was clear and the sun was coming down on us, which should have provided a view inside - but after a few metres of rope were used up we couldn't see him at all anymore. 10 minutes later and he tugged on the rope to be pulled back up and he appeared again. He told us that when he went down into the hole and shined the torch all around him he could see an underground lake, stretching as far as he could see. He also said that there was a small island that we could lower ourselves down to fully if we adjusted the rope pulley system and moved it along a short way. So that's what we did. I was the second to go in the hole after Martinez went back in. He didn't mention how far down the island in the middle was, so I was suspended in the near-darkness for what seemed like ages until my feet touched down on a rocky surface. I moved to the side, and waited for the 5 more who were coming down to be lowered in. When everyone was on the island, Gillespie sent in a group of torch drones to light everything up. When we could see where we were, Martinez was proven right - we were standing on a small island in the middle of a gigantic lake. But it didn't take us long to realise that it was not a lake of water. It was very hot down there, not like other underground lakes I've been in where the temperature is crisp. And, as the drones got closer to the lake's surface, we saw that the liquid was a dark orange. We crouched down and took samples of the liquid into containers and then tugged on the rope to be pulled back up. You always expect the worst going into situations like this, but this definitely wasn't a worst case scenario. Still, I was glad to be getting out of there. Both because of the heat and the fact that we were pretty sure we'd discovered an anomaly of some kind. Even though I've been with the Foundation for 17 years, there's always that same uneasy feeling when you encounter the unknown. It took us a while to pack everything away. We weren't supposed to test the liquid out in the field, but we decided to open up one of the containers to briefly expose it to the air - we still had a lot of sealed up containers of the liquid, so it didn't matter. And that's when hell broke lose. Masaki was off to the side smoking, and an ember from the cigarette got caught in the wind and landed in the open container. It caught alight instantly, a gigantic white flame. I quickly dropped it and it was like the container was propelled, the flame bursting it half way across the clearing before it landed. We secured everything else quickly before walking over to the container, which was still flaming. And it just kept flaming. For hours. The night came and we set up camp in the forest, but we could still see the light from the fire in the clearing. I write these just before I go to sleep - it must be around 1am now, and it's still going strong. I think we'll be keeping the lids on the containers from now on. 19/5/2050 When we woke up this morning, the flame had finally stopped burning. The container was slightly charred, but when we picked it up, only around a quarter of the liquid was gone. It burned for hours, and it barely used anything up. I've never seen a material with such a quality like that before. I couldn't help but imagine the whole lake below us catching alight. But we've done our job - now it's down to those at the lab to do theirs. Our only goal now is getting home. We've left the clearing behind and are now a good few miles away from it. We travelled longer than we usually do in a single day, I could tell the team wanted to put distance between the clearing, the hole, the lake and us. It's strangely calming to be back in the forest again. I know I spoke before about how imposing it was, but it seems like a comforting old home compared to the clearing. But it won't be too long before we swap out the towering trees for the towering buildings again. Unless any notable events occur on the journey back, this will be the final noted log. This log has been penned by Team Leader Kilmov. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdebmha#ten.liampcs|21bdebmha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED I know it's been a while since my last e-mail. But I think the wait is worth it. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe I should stop looking, because each document I find makes me feel worse. A journey into the wilderness of Siberia where a team found a mysterious, highly flammable and durable liquid. I guess it all adds up. There was something so creepy about that whole thing. I know from when I worked there that the Foundation dealt in strange things - there's no way of logging and dealing with data without actually getting at least a bit of a look at that data - but it's like a rabbit hole. There's so much I've seen that's not relevant to this that makes me know its like an iceberg. I always thought they were some kind of clandestine government organisation like the NSA or CIA. Now that I know both terms I can look for (SF1 and Siberia Fuel) it's easier. I hope it won't be as long next time until I e-mail you again. I've found so many documents that contain the terms now, but most of it is just minor incident reports like the one in Jordan where they were relieved that none of the Fuel was damaged. After reading that expedition log I know something bigger was going on. I just need to pinpoint it. -Ahmed SIBERIAN MATERIAL TEST RESULTS A simple steam engine concept. A small sample of SM1 was placed in a metal basin below a spinning wheel. The metal basin was then heated. SM1 began producing a steam-like substance almost immediately, which began to spin the wheel above the basin at an immense speed. Spinning continued for approximately 10 hours before slowing down. Emptying of the basin revealed that only approximately 15% of SM1 had been used up during the course of the test. A small car was custom-built and fitted to be able to accept SM1 as a fuel source instead of gasoline. Car was driven by D-9986. As soon as D-9986 pressed on the acceleration, the vehicle reached top speed almost immediately, D-9986 having to take evasive action to avoid the car crashing into the opposite wall of the testing site. After being instructed to drive laps around the testing site for 3 hours, the car was inspected. There was significant wear to the tyres and internal parts of the car consistent with overuse despite the vehicle being brand new. Similar circumstances to the second test, except this test was done using a large armoured vehicle. Vehicle driven by D-9789. Similar results to test 2. Vehicle reached full speed almost immediately despite the larger size and energy requirements - and, when the test was concluded, the vehicle showed the same signs of wear as those in test 2. SM1's capacity for use as a fuel source has been conclusively determined. First larger scale testing of SM1 as a fuel source. Site 233-M is a small production plant that manufactures armour for MTF teams. Several of the cannisters from the Siberian expedition were taken and all regular fuel sources in the site were swapped out for the liquid, and the results after a week were collected. After a week of using SM1 as an alternative fuel source, a team of inspectors reviewed the site. After a week of the switch, the production plant had noted a 55% increase in the amount of products manufactured, without any major changes to the machinery beyond a few repairs to machinery that had gathered wear. With some refining to the raw product to fix this wear effect, SM1 could be a serious boost to Foundation operations. The vast majority of the product collected from the Siberia expedition is still unused. Due to the resounding success of the substitution of fuel at Site-233-M, the next step was the same substitution at a full site. Site-909 in Namibia was chosen due to its remoteness and large size. This time, the effects were given two weeks to be observed. After two weeks of substitution, similar effects at Site-909 were noted. As a containment site instead of a manufacturing site, a production change was unable to be observed. But the site was noted as being far more energy efficient, and containment equipment was able to be operated at a higher strength for far longer, improving security and safety. At this stage, a change in designation for the liquid has been commissioned - to Siberia Fuel (SF1). Last week, a large scale expedition was launched into Siberia to re-find the origin site of SF1. We are happy to say that the expedition has been successful, and a large quantity of SF1 has been brought back for use. After several site directors expressed interest in converting their sites to running on SF1 instead of traditional fuel, we can say that we are allowing any interested site directors to use SF1 if they please. If the first few large-scale switchovers are successful, then we could see the complete replacing of traditional fuels with SF1 within a few years. An extraction and refinery plant has already been slated for construction in Siberia for large scale removal and processing of SF1 for Foundation use. Hopefully, this new tool will take take us strides into the future, which is where we need to be. Our urban planning initiatives have been immensely successful so far - and SF1 will enable us to go even further than we could have imagined. - The O5 Board of Directors To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: moc.liamg|21bdebmha#moc.liamg|21bdebmha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED They used it, they fucking used it with barely even a concern for safety. The benefit of hindsight is almost like a superpower. I can look back on all these things as if they were happening in real time, knowing that in a few years it would all be gone. It's a superpower of sorts, but it's also a curse. I can't go back and warn them. I can't warn them that the world as they knew it would be coming to an end. It feels truly awful. I think sometimes about what the "end of the world" means. Maybe if we're still here, then the world isn't truly ended. But if there are no forests, no swamplands, no grasslands or coral reefs, is there even a world? There's probably more people in the world than there are animals. And there can't be more than a few million or so people left around the world. As always I'm going to keep looking. But I can't help feeling I shouldn't. -Ahmed MONTHLY SALE REPORT OF SF1 50 containers to the US Department of Defence 45 containers to the Lockheed Martin Corporation 50 containers to China State Construction Engineering 20 containers to Deutsche Lufthansa AG 45 containers to Škoda Auto 60 containers to IBM 50 containers to Air Arabia 40 containers to LG Electronics 15 containers to SABIC Monthly sales report for June 2052. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: SENDER Subject: Re:SUBJECT They sold it. I feel sick. I suppose this was before that thing in Komodo, but they must have known that something was wrong. We were breathing it for years. It was in everything. And I helped. Even if I was just logging data, I still helped. I probably logged the data of the sales. I should have examined every single piece of data I mindlessly put into their system. I know where this all ends, really. My search ends where the hellscape we now call Earth begun. Germany. The accident. Please forgive me, Nick. Please don't stop talking to me. People here aren't doing too well at the moment. Keeping in contact with you has kept me from losing it. I'll send what I find from Germany when I find it. Please respond. -Ahmed ADMINISTRATOR'S OFFICE LOG DATE: 20/6/2073 NOTE: This video and audio log is automatically transcribed using an AI from security footage located in The Administrator's office at Site-01. [BEGIN LOG] The majority of lights in the office have been switched off. The only source of light is coming from a small lamp on a desk, at which The Administrator sits, slowly looking through some documents. A few minutes later, the Administrator's personal secretary, Marder, enters Marder: Administrator, do you want me to turn on the TV? The Administrator: I already know what happened in Germany. I don't need to be reminded. Marder: I think you do. The rest of the O5 Board is scrambling and panicking, but you're just sitting in here, sir. It's horrible. The whole city is just… gone. The Administrator: Alright. If you insist, turn it on. Marder walks forward and presses a button on the desk, which turns on a large television located on the wall in front of them. The television is tuned to a European news channel, which is broadcasting footage of a monumental, orange cloud on the horizon. Marder: 6300BF, gone, just like that. Millions of people in the city gone in a second. You need to coordinate something, Administrator. I don't want to speak out of line, but you can't just sit in here. The Administrator: What can we coordinate? 6300BF is now a crater and a cloud of orange smoke. There's nothing to coordinate here. Marder: Please, Administrator. I have friends who work in that city. If you don't come out and do something, then I'm going to have to speak out of line- The Administrator: You shouldn't make friends in this organisation, Marder. You know that. Marder: I know about SF1. I know about everything. The Administrator: You don't know anything that we haven't told you. Marder: You think, just because my job is to file documents and get you coffee, that I don't hear what's going on? What you were covering up? The Administrator: Covering up? The entire purpose of the Foundation is to cover up. It's the basis of our existence. Marder: Not this. This is different. The mass die-offs. Entire groups of animals and plants just found dead. I know they've been getting more and more frequent. And now this. The Administrator: So if you knew all this, why didn't you get everyone you knew out of the cities? If you knew that SF1 was doing all that, why did you do nothing? Marder: Because you would have had me killed, or amnesticised. I read that expedition log out of Siberia. You dug something out of the wilderness, and now we've paid the price. The Administrator: Paid the price? And what price is that? Marder: 6300BF is gone. And the cloud of toxic SF1 is spreading out. Every plant and animal it comes into contact with is dying. And most people, too. Look at the screen. Orange cobwebs spinning back and forth in the sky The Administrator: You haven't answered my question, Marder. Marder: It's… It's the end of the world. SF1 has been seeping into everything it touches for almost two decades. Now it's finally starting to take its toll. The Administrator: And you think the end of the world was our fault? Marder: Who else's fault could it possibly be? The Administrator: The natural world was dying anyway, Marder. Maybe we just brought it forward 10 or 20 years. Coal and oil and gas were doing the heavy lifting for the last two centuries. We always knew what SF1 was doing. But we made life more liveable for everyone in the brief years the world as we knew it would last. We gave the world shining cities of the future in the most beautiful natural landscapes on earth. More people saw those places because of our cities than they ever would have without them. Marder: You can't believe that. The Administrator: Of course I do. And so does the Board. Perhaps SF1 was a temptation from the universe. Would we sacrifice that extra 20 years of enjoying the riches of nature, all for a brief glimpse of utopia? Marder: I wouldn't. The Administrator: Yes you would. It's in the human condition to take that temptation. We've had so many chances to reverse our destructive path, all of which we've missed without so much as a glance back in hindsight. I believe that our last chance was wasted long before we ventured into that pit in Siberia. Marder: So there's nothing we can do? The Administrator: No, I'm afraid. I expect a few more cities will go the way of 6300BF within a few months when the haze reaches them. The Administrator switches off the lamp and the television, and stands up. The Administrator: But you're right. I should at least try and put up a front. For the Foundation employees, at least. Come on, let's go. Marder and The Administrator leave. The camera continues to run on the dark room. [END LOG] To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21ebdemha#ten.liampcs|21ebdemha Subject: SUBJECT I'm sorry. I just didn't know. I should have known. Thousands of lines of data and I never looked at one properly. Maybe I could have done something. Maybe I could have told people. But that's the worst thing. I could have, but now there's nothing. It's all inevitable now, anyway. You didn't respond to my last e-mail. Please don't stop responding. I can't really face anyone here at the moment. It's just too much. I can't face them because I know that I played even a small part in the loss of everything we know. I was sitting here while they took away birdsong. I was sitting here when they killed the whales in the sea. Every piece of data I logged for the Foundation put more of that poison in plants and animals, and us. Or maybe it would have just happened without me. There would have been another kid sitting in my chair the whole time, logging that same data. An inevitable march to the end. Either way please respond, Nick. I haven't left this room in four days. I'm spiralling bad. I just need to hear from you. -Ahmed To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED Please respond to me. Any e-mail is fine. Anything. If you're sending me something comforting, or wishing death on me, I don't care, I just need you to respond. Every time I try and convince myself that this whole thing was bigger than me, I feel myself start to spiral. I just need to talk to someone outside here again. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED Please respond to me. Please respond to me. It wasn't my fault. Please e-mail back. I'm sorry To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED You can't treat me like this. I just needed a paycheck, okay? I didn't know what the Foundation was doing. I didn't know that they knew they were killing everything. Please respond to me. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED I can admit that it's my fault. Maybe without the data I helped to process there would have been less sales. Maybe. Please just respond to me. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.iampcs|21bdemha#ten.iampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED Why the fuck aren't you responding to me. Just respond to me. I just want any response. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: Re:MY NAME IS AHMED They dug precious things from the Earth while I sat in an air-conditioned room, enjoying the spoils of their hubris. It burned the land and boiled the oceans. I deserve your silence. To: moc.liamzn|riewkcin#moc.liamzn|riewkcin From: ten.liampcs|21bdemha#ten.liampcs|21bdemha Subject: An old feeling I know you won't respond to me, Nick. But I've never felt the need to write something more. When I was 10 years old, my parents took me and my brother to Yellowstone National Park. When we were there, I somehow wandered off from my family and became lost. I found a clearing, which had a small, beautifully clear pond in the middle. And, as I watched, a large wolf came out from the forest and took a drink from the pond. It didn't notice me. In that moment, I felt a sense of peace that I've only felt a few times since. And ever since the Foundation took the Earth away. Today I went for a walk. I couldn't face the people in my community, so I left early in the morning when everybody else was sleeping. I thought I was never going to come back from this walk. I thought that I should just wander away from Manoa forever until what once was the Canyonlands took me. And, then, as I was walking, I came across an overhanging rock. As I got closer, I realised that there was a passage in the overhang that went back deep inside it. A cave. My curiosity got the better of me, so I went inside. It was only a small cave, but when I got deeper inside it became too dark to see, so I had to use my phone's flashlight. When I shined my flashlight around, I realised that at the bottom of the cave was a pool of water. The cave was undoubtedly relaxing, it was so cool, and so crisp. As I got closer to the pool, and shined my flashlight inside, I could see movement. Small, shiny flickers of movement. They were fish. Some kind of minnow, I guess. Somehow living peacefully in this cave when the lakes and rivers of the world were poison. In the centre of the lake was a small skeleton - a bird. The fish were swimming around the skeleton, using it as a place to hide from my invasive flashlight. And, in that moment, I was back at Yellowstone, watching the wolf drink from the lake. That sense of peace, watching those fish dart back and forth. I watched them for hours, and then I stood up, and left the cave. I walked back to Manoa, still feeling that peace hanging over me. But there was more - there was hope. I don't think mankind will last beyond a few decades now. But those fish in that cave? They'll last beyond us. Despite the best efforts of our greed, they lived. And if they lived, then others have lived. I'll sleep soundly tonight, knowing that one day, once I'm long gone, there might be birdsong ringing out above my grave. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6300" by Sterbai , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6300. Licensed under CC-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: canyonlands.jpg Author: Sterbai License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Canyonlands National Park 02.jpg Author: Niagara66 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: duststorm.png Author: Sterbai License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Dust-storm-Texas-1935.png Author: George E. Marsh License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
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Special Containment Procedures METATRON.aic is to scan servers associated with media sales (including but not limited to Amazon, eBay, etc) for any listings matching the description of SCP-6301. The .aic will also search past sales dating back to each site’s first operations for any previous listings that match the anomaly. Any individuals having purchased or sold an instance of SCP-6301 will be amnesticized, once interviewed as to the possible source of the anomaly. One copy of SCP-6301 is to be stored in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43, any remaining copies confiscated are to be destroyed. METATRON.aic will also be tasked with monitoring children’s music channels on radio and streaming services for any sign of SCP-6301’s content being broadcast, and shut down the broadcast systems if detected. Description: SCP-6301 is a vinyl record of the type regularly labelled as a “12 inch” entitled Funky Finn’s Children Happy Hour. Although records of this size are normally capable of storing approximately twenty-two minutes of audio recordings, SCP-6301 has over ninety minutes of runtime. The first song is in English, lasting roughly four minutes, but the remainder of SCP-6301’s runtime is in an unknown language. The anomaly has hypnotic and compulsive qualities, but only for a targeted demographic - when the record is played, individuals who are under twelve years old will pay rapt attention and will not respond to other external stimuli, even including pain. Any children listening to the recording contained on SCP-63011 will enter a state of catatonia if play of SCP-6301 is interrupted. Unless the record is played to completion, a subject in such a state will not regain conscious awareness. Any child who has finished listening to SCP-6301’s entire run time will emerge from the compulsive effect without memory of the contents. Subjects experience lethargy and low motivation for several days, but will return to normal with no lasting effects after a few days’ rest. Addendum: Contents of SCP-6301 The following is a transcript of the only decipherable portion of SCP-6301. Funky Finn: Hey kids! Children: [In unison] Hey, Funky! Funky: You ready to sing a song about what’s important in life? Children: [In unison] YEAH! Funky: Alright, and you at home, make sure you sing along with me and all my friends! Watch out for complexities Avoid heavy philosophies This is the song for every day We sing about important things, So keep an eye on working things This is your song for every day. Monday's for labor, Tuesday's for bills. Wednesday, more labor, Thursday, the mill. And on Friday when the pipes have burst, You're cleaning the loo. On Saturday you'll pay some debt. And Sunday is a day of rest But not. For. You. Watch out for complexities, You only need simplicities Don't cloud your head with thoughts about your plight We'll sing of what's important, So don't be self-important For working's all you need to do things right And if you're ever tired, or if you're ever sad You gotta work harder, and if you can't that's bad. An excellent life is made up of just a single thing So buck up friends, and hear me true. Life is work, at least for you! Watch out for complexities, The flaw in all societies If you deserved more, you'd have been born rich So grab your bootstraps, pull them up, Go work the fields right at sunup And till the soil until you're in a ditch! Monday's for labor, Tuesday's for bills. Wednesday, more labor, Thursday, the mill. And on Friday when the pipes have burst, You're cleaning the loo. On Saturday you'll pay some debt. And Sunday is a day of rest But not. For. You. Embrace the pure simplicity Of life without adversity Pledge to do your very best There's never any time to rest You will never end up rich So work yourself into a ditch Everything we sing is true Nothing waits out there for you And every day the world is blue ‘cuz working is the life for you! You don't know what else to do Working is the life for you In your heart you know it's true Working is the life for you You will know once life is through Working is the life for you Footnotes 1. Either in person or via broadcast. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6301" by GremlinGroup, Grigori Karpin, and LORDXVNV, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6301. Licensed under CC-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: La balsa Author: Banfield License: Public Domain Source: LINK Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin and GremlinGroup Filename: 6301 Logo Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link |
SCP-6302 | keter | Item #: SCP-6302 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawler Delta-(SCP-CLAN) is to monitor the web for any content relating to the Warriors book series by Erin Hunter. Individuals affected by SCP-6302 are to be administered Class-C Amnestics. To reduce the spread of SCP-6302, the Foundation is to advocate for the removal of the Warriors book series from public access under the guise of parental groups upset about the excessive violence portrayed in the series. Description: SCP-6302 refers to a phenomenon that currently affects thirteen percent of those who have completed at least one book in the Warriors franchise. SCP-6302 causes the affected individual to feel compelled to travel to and enter the nearest forest or woodland area, where they will experience tactile, auditory, and visual hallucinations of a clowder1in the area stationed similarly to the living quarters in the Warriors series are described. Behavior of the felines has been observed to be similar to that of the characters in the books. If the subject is injured by the hallucinations caused by SCP-6302, only they and other affected individuals will see the injuries. If the injury is fatal, death will appear to be spontaneous to the unaffected. Individuals affected will also gain the firm belief that domestic house cats should not be kept as pets, but rather kept outside to take part in a 'clan'. Many affected by SCP-6302 that owned felines as pets have released them into the wild. If all memories of reading any book of the Warriors franchise are erased from an affected individual's mind, they will no longer experience SCP-6302's effects, but are subject to experiencing them again if the individual is re-exposed to the franchise. The individuals behind the Erin Hunter pseudonym were investigated and interviewed thoroughly. It has been concluded that none of them had any involvement with the creation of SCP-6302. Addendum Addendum-1-Discovery: SCP-6302 first came to the Foundation's attention when a Foundation Webcrawler alerted researchers of multiple abnormal social media posts. Multiple posts having mentioned multiple individuals traveling to the same locations with only some observing these 'clans of cats'. Addendum-2: On October 29th, 2013, a news story covered by multiple news outlets was released, informing the public of a phenomenon of people releasing their pet felines into the wild was published. All different versions of this story included social media posts and statements from those who were with or against the cause. Examples of these posts are shown below. Source: Instagram.com User: xxflameheartxx Post was a description accompanying a photo of a cat. Made a hard decision today but after visiting my local forrest and seeing a warrior cat clan (which I'm pretty sure was a form of river clan? they lived by the river and were carrying fish) I decided to release my cat Millie into the wild. She has webbed toes so that must mean she belongs with her fellow clanmates. who am I to keep her trapped inside? I hope the clan helps her choose a nice warrior name!! Source: Twitter.com User: Leonaloveslemons guys my I keep trying to return my cats to the nearby forrest to live with the local clan but they keep coming back? Leonaloveslemons in response to Leonaloveslemons like I still leave food out for them cause I figure it might take a but for them to get used to catching their own food Leonaloveslemons in response to Leonaloveslemons maybe that's the problem, should I stop doing that? Flowerchilddd in response to Leonaloveslemons I totally agree with your cause! for too long we have forced animals to live with us when they don't belong in captivity! ❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Leonaloveslemons. Flowerchilddd I for one think something like this should have happened sooner! ❀ུ۪ Source: Twitter.com User: Elevenseven117 releasing your cats into the wild? are you all fucking crazy? they were raised in captivity YOU STUPID FUCKS Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 YOUR CATS WILL NOT SURVIVE IN THE WILD WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU THEY CANT FUCKING HUNT Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117 but cats have their natural instincts! we have taught them to be lazy!❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchildd they will know what to do! animals are smart creatures! trust in them!❀ུ۪ Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd: okay whatever you fucking hippie Source: Twitter.com User: Elevenseven117 this bullshit better stop or I will adopt every single cat to protect them from you stupid fucks Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 YOURE GOING TO GET YOUR CATS KILLED Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 from my understanding its this damn book series. I read it when it first came out nice series Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 reading it made me love cats not want to RELEASE THEM INTO THE WILD Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117 warrior cats in nice, but it is FICTION. CLANS DO NOT EXIST Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117 Of course ignorant people like you would claim that animals don't live in peace without humans!❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd you humans are so gosh darn self righteous that you think everything revolves around you!❀ུ۪ Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 Are you fucking deranged? Like have you even read the book series? The cats don't live in peace they KILL EACH OTHER Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 they die of DISEASE AND SICKNESS AND PREGNANCY IT ISNT SOME FANTASY LIFE Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 I'm not saying that there shouldn't be wild cats but house trained cats will NOT survive in the wild Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 they don't know how to hunt, they won't survive in the cold or in storms, THEY WILL DIE Elevenseven117 in response to Flowerchilddd, Elevenseven117 Wait why do you say 'you humans' as if you aren't one yourself Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd is that really so much worse than captivity? do you know what happens when you're locked away? ❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd it seems like you're all cozy, cared for, it seems like you have people who love you! but you don't! ❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd they might even think they love you! but you have no free will! everything is decided for you!❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd warrior cats get to decide how they live! they're strong and take care of themselves! they're free❀ུ۪ @@ Flowerchilddd in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd maybe they die! they may kill each other! but at least they're free! they choose to do it ❀ུ۪ Elevenseven117 in response to Elevenseven117, Flowerchilddd I… clearly you have something going on here that I can't help you with Addendum-3: On November 10th, 2013, news reports detailing a string of break-ins in Adair County of Kirksville, Missouri began to spread. The only noticeable change in the homes was that any pets residing in the household were missing. Law enforcement found that only homes that had pets were subject to attacks. A Twitter thread regarding the break-ins was posted to twitter by a user who had previously commented on the situation. Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd As of last week,so many animals are now where they truly belong. This was a long time coming, I'm so joyous that it has finally come to be❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd you've probably heard about it, maybe even your precious pet has gone missing. if so I want you to really think about this❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd You are a horrible person. You keep living creatures captive for your entertainment. do you really believe they're happy?❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd You're basically kidnapping animals. but it's not like you care anymore about people being kidnapped❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd millions have been abducted, and very few have returned to their homes❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd animals are not your property, like humans are not your property! but I know some people that can't understand the difference lol❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd if you believe what I've done is kidnapping, then you're just stupid! I'm just doing what is right! yeah it was me good luck finding me❀ུ۪ The IP address of the user who made the post was traced to a computer at a local public library. Due to the public nature of the terminal, it was deemed impossible to link the post to any specific individual. The culprit remained unknown until home security footage taken on November 24th, 2013 was able to identify the culprit as 24-year-old female Rivina Charles. Charles was listed as a member of one of the city's homeless shelters, but had not been spotted at the location for thirty-four days as of that date. Library staff were able to confirm that Charles was a frequent patron, but had no record of her visiting their establishment since November 14th. On November 12th, 2013, another post from the Twitter account Charles had previously used was released. The IP address of her latest post was traced to a computer in a house in Kirksville Missouri. The homeowners were investigated but found to have no connection to Charles. Although the digital history of the post had been deleted, Foundation personnel were able to recover the following. Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd I've tried living like everyone else, but I cannot be caged anymore. I must find the freedom I am owed❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd This book series has helped me discover who I truly am, and I am thankful for that❀ུ۪ Flowerchilddd: in response to Flowerchilddd to the few of you who have seen my posts, this will be my last one. I am going to be where I belong❀ུ۪ Addendum-4: On December 15th, 2013, a hiker discovered a body while traveling through a forest which was soon identified as Rivina Charles. Initial observation found that Charles' had begun showing atypical physical characteristics including: A snout developing in place of her nose. Position of the ears transitioning higher up on the head while developing additional characteristics including sharper tips, pinnae, fur, cartilage, and a deeper ear canal. Whiskers sprouting from the area around the eyes, nose, and chin. Patches of fur on various parts of the body. Sharper, pointed, and thicker nails. The cause of death was determined to be hypothermia and internal organ failure. Autopsy reports showed that Charles' internal organs, skeletal system was changing to a quadrupedal stance and that the skull was changing in shape. Foundation researchers sent agents to receive the body and administer Class-A amnestics to all persons who had witnessed the discovery of Charles' body. Charles is the only instance of these effects occurring to date. It was concluded that any person undergoing the observed changes would die before the transformation is completed due to the human body being unable to support the physical nature of the changes. Footnotes 1. A group of cats. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6302" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6302. Licensed under CC-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: Forumpost Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: N/A |
SCP-6303 | neutralized | Series Archive » North Star » Chapter 1 » SCP-6303 close Info X ⚠️ Content Ｗarning: ⚠️ -Suicide Continuity Notice: This SCP, while able to stand on its own, was made within the context of the North Star tale series. As such, certain aspects of this article may not align with the 'general canon.' << Previous Tale || Next Tale >> Article Info: Author: DrDapper Author Page Date Posted: 2/15/2022 Word Count: ~5.2k ⚠️ content warning SCP-6303, c. 19991 Item #: SCP-6303 Object Type: Sapient Humanoid Special Containment Procedures (Prior to 09/04/2003): SCP-6303 is to be confined to a standard humanoid containment chamber in the Delta-C wing within the Medium-Risk level of Site-17. Since containment on 09/02/2003, SCP-6303 has been limited to Class 1 privileges. Access to SCP-6303's containment chamber is not permitted unless approved by Lead Researcher Eliza. Personnel entering SCP-6303's chamber are prohibited from making direct contact unless strictly necessary. Description: SCP-6303, formerly known as Kaleb Dowes, is a Caucasian male of European descent. Born on May 22nd, 1989, SCP-6303 was detained and brought under Foundation custody at age 12. SCP-6303 has short brown hair with dark brown eyes. It measured 70.3 kilograms and 1.7 meters tall during the last medical assessment. SCP-6303 has the ability to manipulate the direction of an object's gravitational pull. It also has the ability to increase/decrease the force of an object's pull, with the maximum being 7G2 and minimum being 0G. Acquisition: SCP-6303 was first located by Foundation field agents operating within the ████████ County Police Force on September 4th, 2001. SCP-6303 was attending the birthday party of a friend with several other children and parents present. Rachel Harris, mother of Sebastian Harris, called the authorities when it was reported that SCP-6303 was levitating Sebastian. Four Foundation agents arrived at the party under the guise of local police forces and apprehended SCP-6303, transporting it to Area-21 for categorization and then transferring it to Site-17. Addendum-6303-1: Log Archives > Interview Log #001 V Interview Log #001 Log #: 001 Date: 09/04/2001 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: Dr. Hayes was assigned to be SCP-6303's counselor. As such, she was tasked with initiating SCP-6303 to containment. <Begin Log> [SCP-6303 is sitting at the interview table within its cell. Subject appears fidgeting and glancing around. Dr. Hayes enters the room.] Hayes: Hi there! SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes sits down. Hayes: I'm Doctor Hayes, but you can call me Amelia. SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: What's your name?3 3 seconds of silence. SCP-6303: K- Kaleb Hayes: Hi Kaleb! I have a nephew with the same name. Do you spell it with a 'c' or a 'k?' SCP-6303: 'K.' Hayes writes on her paper. Hayes: So, Kaleb, do you know why you're here? SCP-6303: (Tearing up) I didn't mean to do it. Hayes: Woah woah, hey. You didn't mean to do what? SCP-6303: (Sniffs) Sebastian didn't believe I could make things float. He said 'if you can really make things fly, then make me fly.' So I did. He asked me to do it. Hayes: You made your friend float? SCP-6303 nods. SCP-6303: I fixed him though. I brought him back down. I didn't mean to make him upset, it was an accident. Hayes: Well, that's good! That makes our lives a whole lot easier. SCP-6303 sniffs. SCP-6303: Am I- (sniffs) am I in trouble? Hayes: What? No no no! You're not in trouble! Why would you think that? SCP-6303: (Breaths heavily) The police came and took me. Am I in jail? Hayes: No, you're not in jail. I know it kind of looks like it, but trust me, you aren't in any trouble. SCP-6303 takes several deep breaths. SCP-6303: Are my parents coming to see me? How long will I have to stay here? Hayes: (Sighing) Do you know why you're here, Kaleb? SCP-6303 shakes its head. Hayes: Most people can't make things float, Kaleb. I'm sure you understand that, at least. SCP-6303: Is that why I'm here? Because I can do something other people can't? Hayes: That's right Kaleb. That's why your here. SCP-6303: But… how long am I going to stay here? Hayes: For as long as you can do the things other can't. SCP-6303: (Tearing up) But… but what if that's forever? Hayes: There's… no easy way to put this, Kaleb, but… this is your home now. SCP-6303 begins crying. Subject remained inconsolable. Interview terminated. <End Log> > Interview Log #002 V Interview Log #002 Log #: 002 Date: 09/05/2001 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: Dr. Hayes was asked to interview SCP-6303 on its abilities. <Begin Log> Hayes: Good morning Kaleb, feeling any better? SCP-6303 sniffs, but does not answer. Hayes: Is there anything I can get you? Water or juice or milk? SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: Did you at least eat breakfast? We wouldn't want you to get sick. SCP-6303: (Quietly) They gave me eggs and toast. Hayes: Good! I love eggs and toast, that's my favorite breakfast actually! Did you eat it? SCP-6303: (Nodding) A little bit. Hayes: Well a little is better than nothing. Now, I've come to ask you some questions about your ability. Can you recall when you first discovered it? SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: Kaleb… I know things are… not going the way you expect them to, and I know your life has changed a lot over these past few days. I can give you some more time to process everything, come back little later. But eventually I'm going to need you to answer some questions. Four seconds on silence. SCP-6303: I… figured out my powers on the last day of 6th grade. I remember because… on the last day of school we spend all day outside playing. I was out near the woods behind the school, away from everyone, when I picked up a pine cone. I threw it and it bounced off a tree, but instead of falling back to the ground, it floated up into the sky. It just kept going up. I watched it go until it was too small to see. Hayes: (Writing on paper) So you threw a pine cone, and it just kept going up? SCP-6303 nods. Hayes: Strange, I thought you said you could only make things float. SCP-6303: I spent all summer vacation playing with my powers. I found out I could make things float, make them fly up, even make them fall fast. Hayes: Interesting. Did you tell anyone about your ability? Your parents or your friends? SCP-6303: No. I kept it a secret from everyone. Hayes: Any reason why? SCP-6303: I wanted to master my powers before I showed anyone. Hayes: Understandable. So why did you use your ability at your friend's birthday party? Did you feel like you had a hold of it? SCP-6303: Well, not really, but during the party Sebastian mentioned how much fun it would be to float around in space. I wanted to be cool, so I told him I could make him float. He laughed and called me a liar, so I grabbed his arm and made him float. Hayes: I see, and this was the first time you showed your ability to anyone? SCP-6303: Yes. Hayes: Ok Kaleb. Now, don't panic, but in a little bit some men are going to come get you and take you to one of our testing rooms. Don't worry, they're not going to hurt your or hook you up to any machines. We just want you to demonstrate your abilities in a safe environment, ok? SCP-6303 nods. Hayes: Good to hear! <End Log> > Test Log V Test Log Following Interview #002, SCP-6303's abilities were tested. The following was discovered about its anomalous properties: SCP-6303 is able to reduce the gravitational pull of an object to 0G. SCP-6303 is able to increase the gravitational pull of an object to 7G. SCP-6303 is able to change the gravitational direction of an object. An object with more mass puts more strain on SCP-6303. So far, SCP-6303 has been able to manipulate up to 700kg before passing out. Below is the list of objects SCP-6303 was ask to manipulate. Included are the methods SCP-6303 used to manipulate said objects. Object Manipulation Result 0.5 kg wooden block Reduce gravitational pull to 0G The wooden block lost all gravity, becoming weightless and remained suspended in the air 0.5 kg wooden block Change gravitational direction to upwards The wooden block rose to the ceiling 1 liter glass of water Change gravitational direction of only the water to upwards After several attempts, SCP-6303 managed to cause the water to rise to the ceiling 1 Columbidae4 feather Increase gravitational pull of feather to 3G Feather appeared to ignore wind resistance. Reportedly heavier than before manipulation 1 700kg steel cube Reduce gravitational pull to 0G SCP-6303 complained of feeling tired while attempting to manipulate the object. Instructed to continue. Lost consciousness before successfully completely removing gravity. Object did appear to lose some gravity, weighing only 182kg > Interview Log #008 V Interview Log #008 Log #: 008 Date: 10/02/2001 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: SCP-6303 was showing signs of depression. Dr. Hayes was asked to discuss this during their meeting. <Begin Log> Hayes: Did you read any of the books I got you? SCP-6303: (Shaking head) I don't like reading. Hayes: You don't like reading? Who doesn't like reading? SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: (Clearing throat) I've been told that you haven't been feeling too great since the last time we met. Would you like to talk about it? SCP-6303: I hate it here. Hayes: What about it do you hate? SCP-6303: Everything. The food is bland, the library doesn't have anything I like, I'm not allowed to go anywhere or do anything, and everyone here act so… so…" Hayes: Cold? SCP-6303: (Nodding) I miss my parents, I miss my friends, I even miss school. Hayes: (Laughing) I bet you never thought you'd every say that! SCP-6303 remains silent. Hayes: It sounds like you're homesick. SCP-6303: I don't want to be here anymore. I just want to go home. Hayes: I know you do, Kaleb, I know you do. But you can't. It's what's best for you and for your family. SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: Homesick, huh? Is there anything from home in particular your missing, or an object that would make you feel better? Do you have any action figures or stuffed animals that would help you feel like you're home? It could be something as simple as your pillow or blanket. SCP-6303 opens its mouth, but closes it. Hayes: Don't be shy, I won't judge! SCP-6303: Now that you mention it, my pillow is too… you know when you sleep in a different bed, and you lay your head down and the pillow you lay on feels… Unfamiliar? Out of place? That's how my pillow feels. I guess I wouldn't say no to the pillow from my bedroom. Hayes: I'll see what I can do. How about food? Was there anything you had in mind? SCP-6303: There was a Chinese takeout place a few blocks from my house. Me and my family would get it every Friday. Hayes: Chinese and pillow, I'll let them know! SCP-6303: There's… one more thing. Hayes: Shoot. SCP-6303: Well… I mean… I don't NEED it, and if it's too much of an inconvenience, you don't have to… Hayes: What is it? SCP-6303: How busy are you? Like, do you have other people like me you meet with? Hayes: I have a few, why? SCP-6303: Oh, ok then. Nevermind. Hayes: No, tell me. What would you like? SCP-6303 remains silent for 3 seconds. SCP-6303: (Reluctantly) If you can… could you maybe… come visit more often? Like maybe every week instead of every other week? If you can't that's fine, I was just- Hayes: Of course I can come in more often! I'll need to rearrange some things, but it won't be a problem at all! SCP-6303: (Smiling) Really? Hayes: Yeah! All you had to do was ask. SCP-6303: Thanks Amelia. I… it means a lot. <End Log> > Interview Log #046 V Interview Log #046 Log #: 046 Date: 05/22/2002 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: The following is a recorded session between SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes. <Begin Log> [Dr. Hayes enters room a carrying large bag and a small Tupperware container.] Hayes: Good morning Kaleb! SCP-6303: Hi Amy, what you got there? Hayes: Something for the birthday boy. SCP-6303: You remembered? Hayes: Of course I did! It's written down in your file, not that I needed it to remember. SCP-6303: So what's in the bag? Hayes: I don't know, why don't you find out. SCP-6303 takes the bag and opens it. SCP-6303: My pillow! Hayes: I hope you still want it. Sorry it took so long, you would not BELIEVE the amount of red tape I needed to go through in order to get this. I was hoping to have it by Christmas, but a recent containment breach slowed everything down. SCP-6303 places the pillow on the table and lays its head on it. Hayes: Just like you remembered? SCP-6303: Better. Hayes places container on the table. SCP-6303: What's that? Hayes: You can't have a birthday without a little sugar. Dr. Hayes opens the container and pulls out a cupcake. Hayes: I would've brought an actual cake, but the Foundation is VERY strict about what foods you are and aren't allowed to bring to anomalies. Also, no candles, for obvious reasons. Dr. Hayes places the cupcake in front of SCP-6303 and proceeds to sing 'Happy Birthday' Hayes: Happy 13th Kaleb! You're a teenager now. <End Log> > Interview Log #068 V Interview Log #068 Log #: 068 Date: 07/02/2002 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: The following is a recorded session between SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes. <Begin Log> [SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes are playing chess in the containment cell.] Hayes: You're getting good at this, Kaleb. SCP-6303: Thanks. That book you got me really helped. Hayes: That's good to hear! And how about that one fantasy book I got you? SCP-6303: It's good. I was never a huge fan of fantasy or even reading, but that definitely sparked an interest. Do you have any other books to recommend? Hayes: Oh sure, there's tons of stories I think you should read. When I get home, I'll pick some out for you. SCP-6303: Thanks. Hayes: You know, I get made fun of for enjoying those Young Adult novels. SCP-6303: Really? Hayes: Yeah. I mean, I get it. They're meant for older middle schoolers and younger high schoolers. But I just love them so much! SCP-6303: I don't think it's weird. I was obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine until I was nine. I remember wearing my too-tight Thomas sneakers to 4th grade every day. I got really bad blisters, and it wasn't until I needed to go to the doctor that I finally threw them out. Hayes: (Laughing) Really? SCP-6303: Yep. My backpack was Thomas also. I got burn lines from how tight the straps wrapped around my shoulders. Eventually I grew out of it, it was just 5 years too late. Checkmate. Hayes: Hey! That's not fair, you distracted me with Thomas! Both SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes laugh. Hayes: Well, this was fun. Unfortunately, I can't stay forever. When I come back next week, I'll have a nice tower of books for you. Fair? SCP-6303 nods. Hayes: (Standing) Alright. I'll see you next week. SCP-6303: Amy? Hayes: (Stopping) Yes Kaleb? SCP-6303: Do you think… maybe… you could come a little bit earlier? Hayes: You mean at like 7? SCP-6303: No… I mean like… sighs like maybe Thursday? Hayes: Thursday? That's only 2 days from now. SCP-6303: I know, but… could you? Hayes: Is something special happening Thursday? SCP-6303: No… nothing in particular. Hayes: Then why do you want me to move next weeks session to then? SCP-6303: Well… I mean… I never said have it count as next weeks. Silence for 6 seconds. SCP-6303: Amy… I was wondering if you'd be able to schedule our visits for twice a week. Hayes: (Sighing) I don't know Kaleb. I have a lot going on, but… SCP-6303: (Sadly) It's ok then. Nevermind. You have things to do. Hayes: (Sitting) Hey… don't be like that. I completely understand you wanting me to come over more often. The other doctors… they aren't as friendly as I am, are they? SCP-6303 shakes its head. Dr. Hayes reaches out and takes SCP-6303's hand. Hayes: Hey… I'll see what I can do. <End Log> > Request To Lead Researcher Eliza V Request To Lead Researcher Eliza Request To: Dr. Elizabeth Eliza - SCP-6303 Lead Researcher Request From: Dr. Amelia Hayes - SCP-6303 Counselor Request Subject: Increase sessions with SCP-6303 from once a week (Mondays, 9am-1pm) to twice a week (Mondays/Fridays, 9am-1pm) Request Response: PARTIAL ACCEPTANCE Request Conditions: A two session week will be followed by a one session week, which will then be followed by a two session week. This order will be consecutive. > Interview Log #102 V Interview Log #102 Log #: 102 Date: 02/18/2003 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: The following is a recorded session between SCP-6303 and Dr. Hayes. <Begin Log> SCP-6303: I really wish you were allowed to come more often. Hayes: I know, I wish I could too. B4. SCP-6303: Miss. Oh well, at least you'll be back Friday. Hayes: Kaleb… last week was our two session week. You won't see me until next Monday. SCP-6303 remains silent. Hayes: Kaleb? SCP-6303: (Harshly) J3. Hayes: Kaleb… Dr. Hayes reaches across the table, placing her hand over SCP-6303's. Both remain silent for several minutes. SCP-6303: Why do I have to stay here? Hayes: It's for your own good. SCP-6303: What if… what if I promised to never use my powers… Hayes: Kaleb… SCP-6303: What if I never use my powers again? Then I could be let go… and we could spend more time together and I could go home and see my family and my friends and I could continue school and- Hayes: Kaleb. Room remains silent for 13 seconds. SCP-6303: (Tearing up) I don't want to be alone. Dr. Hayes rubs SCP-6303's hand. Hayes: I know you don't. And I promise, as long as I'm on your research team, you never will be. SCP-6303 nods. SCP-6303: J3. Hayes: Hit. [Extraneous data has been removed. For a comprehensive transcription of Interview Log 6303/102, contact Lead Researcher Eliza.] Hayes: Well, Kaleb, that was fun, wasn't it? SCP-6303: Do you have to go right now? Couldn't you stay another 10 minutes? Hayes: I wish I could, but I'm already 20 minutes past my session. They REALLY don't like it when I go over. In fact, I'm probably going to have to explain this to Eliza afterwards. SCP-6303: I don't like Eliza. She's mean and somehow even less caring than the rest of the doc- Hayes: (Interrupting) Maybe keep those thoughts to yourself. SCP-6303: Sorry. Hayes: Just… be careful what you say out loud. Anyways, Kaleb, I'll see you next week. Dr. Hayes proceeds to the containment cell door. SCP-6303: Amy? Hayes: (Stopping) Yes? SCP-6303 walks up to Dr. Hayes and embraces her in a hug. Dr. Hayes is surprised, but quickly returns the gesture. <End Log> > Email From Dr. Eliza V Email From Dr. Eliza From: tni.pcs|azilee#tni.pcs|azilee To: tni.pcs|seyaha#tni.pcs|seyaha Subject: Concerns over SCP-6303 Dr Hayes, After looking over your most recent sessions, I am concerned you are getting too close with SCP-6303. I understand it's your job to upkeep the mental health of SCP objects, but it's my job to ensure absolute security and stability within the Medium-Risk sector. SCP-6303 has grown attached to you, and you to it. While not yet at the point where I need to intervene, it is getting close. Should I feel your relationship with SCP-6303 exceeds what is acceptable, I will not hesitate to write you up and reassign you to another SCP object. Do not let this get out of hand. Remember, SCP objects are objects, no matter how human they look. -Dr E. Eliza > Containment Breach Report V Containment Breach Report CONTAINMENT BREACH REPORT Date: 08/29/2003 Report: During the chaos of Incident S17-RSH-004, SCP-6303 managed to breach containment and attempted to flee Foundation custody. It reached the low-risk sector of the site before begin recaptured. SCP-6303 was subsequently placed in class 2 containment. > Interview Log #189 V Interview Log #189 Log #: 189 Date: 08/30/2003 Interviewer: Doctor Amelia Hayes Interviewee: SCP-6303 Overview: Dr. Hayes was instructed to interview SCP-6303 on its escape attempt. <Begin Log> Hayes: You're lucky, you know. Those MTF agents could've shot you dead on the spot. Fortunately the officer was unusually cool headed. SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: You're also lucky they only put you in class 2 containment. Most anomalies that try what you tried end up in class 1. Do you know what class 1 means? SCP-6303 does not respond. Hayes: It means no leaving your cell, it means no choosing what you get to eat, it means no amenities, it means you can't even shit when you want to. SCP-6303 remains silent. Hayes: And it means no more socialization privileges. No more 'us time,' no more weekly sessions. The only person you'll ever see is the occasional faceless guard, escorting you to and from the bathroom twice a day. SCP-6303: (Quietly) I didn't know that. Hayes: Well now you do, so you better think twice before pulling a stunt like that again. I am trying my absolute hardest to make your life as comfortable as possible, but all that effort won't mean a damn thing if you break the rules! SCP-6303 does not respond. Dr. Hayes takes several calming breaths. Hayes: What were you thinking, Kaleb? SCP-6303: I saw an opportunity. Hayes: An opportunity to what? Get yourself killed? MTF aside, do you have any idea the kind of things we keep here? SCP-6303 remains silent. Hayes: Look, Kaleb… I know you miss your family. I know you just want to go home. These past few years have been rough, I understand, but what YOU need to understand is that… even if you got to the surface, even if you somehow managed to get yourself home… your family wouldn't… Hayes takes a deep breath. Hayes: Your family wouldn't even recognize you. SCP-6303: What? Hayes: When we contain a humanoid SCP… we have different approaches to… informing… the families and friends of said SCP. Sometimes it's a simple missing persons case, sometimes we stage a death… and sometimes we… amnesticize them. SCP-6303: Amnesticize? Hayes: We… wipe their memories. Plant new ones. Basically, make them forget the SCP ever existed. And… I'm sorry to tell you this, but… SCP-6303: My family doesn't know who I am? Hayes: Kaleb… I'm so, so sorry. You don't even have a birth certificate anymore. Room remains silent for 6 seconds. SCP-6303: Why… Why would you do that? Hayes: It's not my choice. I personally am against it, but like I said, not my choice. Room remains silent for 8 seconds. SCP-6303: So… my family doesn't know I exist? Hayes: No, they don't. SCP-6303: Deep breath. Well, I guess it's a good thing I wasn't planning on going to them. Hayes: What? SCP-6303: Amy… my plan wasn't going to try and find my family. I don't know where I am, but I'm assuming it's far from any civilization. My plan was to get out and… find you. Hayes: Me? SCP-6303: I didn't try to escape because I miss my family, I tried to escape because I miss you. Hayes: Kaleb… we see each other every week. Sometimes twice a week. SCP-6303: That's not enough, Amy. You are the only person in my life right now who I call a friend. Everyone else… their only job is to either keep me in this room or keep me alive. I can't be restricted to 'once a week twice every other week.' Hayes: Kaleb… I- SCP-6303: I know, you put in requests to see me more often and if was up to you I'd never leave your side… but that's not how things are. How they are is I get to see you for a maximum of 8 hours a week. Every other hour is spent alone. And… I guess I just couldn't take it anymore. Amy… I… I l- SCP-6303 goes silent. Hayes: What is it? SCP-6303: Nothing. Hayes: Kaleb, please speak to me. SCP-6303: It's embarrassing and stupid. Besides, I'm 14 and you're 26. That's over a 10 year age gap. Room is silent for 5 seconds. Hayes: Maybe we should stop here for today. <End Log> > Email Conversation V Email Conversation From: tni.pcs|azilee#tni.pcs|azilee To: tni.pcs|awakayahl#tni.pcs|awakayahl Subject: Assigning new doctor to SCP-6303 Director, After examining the most recent session between Dr Hayes and SCP-6303, I have come to the conclusion that the subject has formed intimate feelings for the doctor. While it is unclear if the feeling is mutual, further interactions between the two would likely manifest into something unacceptable. As such, I have reassigned Dr Hayes to SCP-████. Dr Jones will take over for SCP-6303. -Dr E. Eliza From: tni.pcs|awakayahl#tni.pcs|awakayahl To: tni.pcs|azilee#tni.pcs|azilee Subject: RE: Assigning new doctor to SCP-6303 Elizabeth, Very well. We cannot afford such a relationship between an anomaly and a doctor, even one with a low clearance level. Still, I trust you won't hold anything against Amelia. She's a good doctor, don't sideline her because of this. With love, Hayakawa, Director of Site-17 > Interview Log #190 V Interview Log #190 Log #: 190 Date: 09/02/2003 Interviewer: Doctor Reginald Jones Interviewee: SCP-6303 <Begin Log> [Dr. Jones enters the class 2 containment cell.] Jones: Good day, SCP-6303. SCP-6303: Who are you? Jones: I am Doctor Jones. I have been assigned to- SCP-6303: Where's Amy? Jones: Doctor Hayes has been reassigned. SCP-6303: She… she what? Jones: Has been reassigned. I will be taking over. SCP-6303: Is it temporary? Is she coming back? When is she coming back? Jones: Doctor Hayes has been removed from the SCP-6303 research team entirely. SCP-6303: (Distressed) No. No no no! She can't be gone! Jones: Please calm down SCP-630- SCP-6303: DON'T CALL ME THAT! SCP-6303 lunges at Dr. Jones. Dr. Jones jolts back and presses his panic button. GenSec agents enter the room and subdue SCP-6303. Following the incident, SCP-6303 was placed in class 1 containment. <End Log> > Object Reclassification V Object Reclassification Object Reclassification Date: 09/04/2003 Filer: Dr. Elizabeth Eliza Subject: SCP-6303 Reclassify To: Neutralized Reason: At 7:02 am, SCP-6303 was found deceased in its cell. The subject had tied its shirt into a noose, and using its abilities to manipulate gravitational direction and force, managed to hang itself. Autopsy showed the subject died of a fractured cervical, not asphyxiation. It is believed the gravitational force produced by SCP-6303 was so strong, it broke its neck before closing its windpipe. Result: SCP-6303 reclassified as NEUTRALIZED > Page from Dr. Hayes's Diary V Page from Dr. Hayes's Diary It's been 2 days since I got the call about Kaleb. I've only stopped crying a few hours ago. Haven't been to work, called in sick both days. Not a complete lie. I still feel sick to my stomach. Haven't eaten anything in 2 days. Haven't showered, haven't changed my clothes, haven't turned the lights on in my house, hell the only times I've left my bed were to use the bathroom. Drank a little bit of water though. With the amount I've cried, I'm surprised I haven't died dehydrated to death yet. I just can't believe he's gone. For 2 years, I spent nearly every waking moment thinking about him. If not directly interacting with Kaleb, then thinking about what book to buy him or what card game to teach him or whatever. I should've pushed harder. I should've put my foot down and said "no, this kid needs me." Instead, I pussied out. I sank into my turtle shell and said "yes ma'am" to that bitch Eliza. What a heartless woman. I tried to get Kaleb's pillow, keep it as a little reminder of him. Eliza had it incinerated. What a fucking stupid whore bitch asshole prick. I hope she fucking burns in hell the sludge bleeding bastard. Just got off the phone with Dantensen. He asked me if there was anything he could do for me. I laughed. I laughed right into his ear for 2 minutes straight. It's exactly what I said to Kaleb when we first met. 'How can I help you?' 'What can I do for you?' 'Is there anything I can do?' I see the irony in the question now, because there's nothing TO do. Nothing will bring Kaleb back. Nothing will ever take this feeling of guilt from me. He's gone, and it's because I wasn't there for him. I've read our last session at least 20 times. Kaleb loved me. Sure, at the time some of it was romantic, but that's understandable. I'm the only woman person who's shown him a hint of warmth over the past 2 years. It makes sense why, when puberty hit and his sex hormones started kicking in, I was the one he gravitated towards. But even outside of romantic, Kaleb loved me. It's so painfully obvious reading through the sessions that he viewed me as an older sister or even mother. Like I said, I was the only friendly face he had. And when you run low on options, when your surrounded by coldness and uncaring people, a little bit of compassion goes a long way. I'll never admit this to anyone, but I loved him too. He was my little brother, and he helped me just as much as I helped him. I miss him so much already. I don't think I'll ever stop missing him. I'm going to see Caleb at Thanksgiving. I honestly don't know if I'll be able to stand looking at him. He reminds me so much of Kaleb, even beyond the name. Anyway, Dantensen told me that he knows what it's like to lose a skip anomaly subject client. Apparently he's lost 7 before. Can you believe that? 7. Over the course of 15 years. I've only been apart of the Foundation for 2, Kaleb was my first assignment. Since I joined, 5 have committed suicide at Site-17, with twice as many attempting it. None of them were mine, but still. 5 deaths in 2 years. That's too high. That's too many lives lost. Something I've been thinking since getting off the phone with Dantensen is how much sooner Kaleb would've killed himself I wasn't there for him. If I was never assigned to Kaleb, how long would he have lasted? He was depressed as shit by the first month. In a way, just me going into his cell every week with a smile bought him 2 extra years of life. Hell, he'd still be alive if that slut Eliza didn't reassign me. That made me start to think. How many of those 5 deaths could've been prevented if we were just a little kinder to these kids. How many lives would we save if we called people by their name, not number. There's only a handful of doctors at 17 who show compassion to people. It's discouraged by the heads, but the Ethics Committee won't ban it. I think I'll talk to some of the other doctors next time I go into work. Tomorrow. I'll go in tomorrow. I'll get my ass out of bed and go to work. I'll get my next assignment. I'll go to which ever poor soul was unfortunate enough to get caught by the Foundation, and I'm going to greet them with a smile. I'll listen to their problems, I'll bring them what they want, I'll do whatever I can to make them happy. I will be a reason for them to live. Even if I'm the only reason. Footnotes 1. The image displayed was unnecessarily humanizing and had little to do with SCP-6303's anomalous properties. If you want to include a picture of an SCP object, use its mugshot, not a photo from its childhood. -Dr E. Eliza 2. G-Force 3. Reminder: Psychologists and personnel tasked with upkeeping the mental health of humanoid anomalies are permitted to skipname. 4. 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SCP-6304 | neutralized | slurppp Read my other works here! NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document was discovered within the Foundation database following a complaint issued by Site-42's Director Smith regarding a suspected falsified file. Questioning of personnel within Site-42 as well as thorough searches of database archives reveal that at no point has an SCP-6304 has ever been found or logged. Furthermore, no D-Class subject by the name of "Jackson Iut" has ever been attained by the Foundation. Further investigation is currently underway. SCP-6304's file and any derivative documents thereof have been moved to the Supplemental Files Record, pending further classification. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 6304 Level2 Containment Class: neutralised Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo D-3812 Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-6304 are to be kept in Site-42's morgue for further medical study. Should no additional anomalous characteristics be discovered, Class A Biohazardous Material Disposal Procedures are to be enacted. + Archived Containment Procedures - Close Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-6304 is currently quarantined within Site-42's D-Class dormitory. All D-Class personnel are to be temporarily relocated to vacant humanoid containment cells until suitable housing replacements are made. Plans to reconstruct the dormitory into a standard anomaly containment cell are pending. Observational studies of SCP-6304 may be conducted with approval from Site Director Smith. Description: SCP-6304 was a temporal anomaly that manifested within the presumably deceased body of D-38121; while a clinical examination could not be conducted due to SCP-6304's previously intangible state, exposure to external stimuli had been met with no response. The body was located on the top bunker of the far-left wing of Site-42's dormitory and since discovery, had displayed no signs of movement. SCP-6304 constantly exhibits a green glow of approximately 6 lux. (See Addendum 6304-A). Relocation of SCP-6304 could not be made as the body appeared to be completely intangible. Though SCP-6304 appeared to be able to rest atop D-3812's designated bunk bed, attempts at moving the bed revealed that SCP-6304 was simply hovering in place. Subjects within close proximity of SCP-6304 experienced a minor distortion in their perception of time, reporting slightly accelerated behavior from interactions for twenty-four hours after contact. Repeated contact halves the duration of this effect in half for each subsequent interaction. Although extended length of contact has led to a strong sense of déjà vu, no other side-effects appear to manifest. SCP-6304 was discovered and reported by several D-Class personnel following a large commotion at Site-42's D-Class dormitories during the early morning hours of September 23, 2032. According to video surveillance footage and testimony from D-Class personnel, SCP-6304 had manifested on the bed previously belonging to D-3812. Following intervention by Security Officer ██████, D-Class personnel were evacuated and SCP-6304 was cataloged. During a regularly scheduled review of security tape footage, 63,082,981 video files dated for September 23, 2032 were discovered within system files, amounting to 24 hours of footage. Following review, the footage was found to possibly be a byproduct of SCP-6304 and was thus designated as SCP-6304-1. Those who appear in the footage claim to have no recollection of the events depicted and administration of retrograde Class X amnestics revealed no evidence of memory tampering. An edited transcript of the compiled footage has been recorded below; an uncut version is available upon request (See Addendum 6304-B). It should be noted that with each recurring instance of SCP-6304-1, video and audio quality decreased by a significant margin, thus rendering a large majority of the videos unplayable. + Abridged transcript of video logs #1-6 - Close VIDEO LOG #1 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 09:13:32 D-3812 is seen conversing with several other D-Class personnel. Subject appears to be highly agitated. 09:13:30 | D-3812: "I'm telling you, I cleaned the restroom yesterday. Why the hell am I gonna have to do it again?" 09:13:39 | D-4991: "If you cleaned it yesterday, then why is it still so dirty? You didn't do shit." 09:13:46 | D-3812: "The fuck, man? It was spotless. If it's dirty now it's cuz you guys messed it all up." 09:13:56 | D-4268: "Even if you did clean it, you did it early. Bathroom cleanups are on Fridays, not Thursdays." 09:14:02 | D-3812: "What the fuck are you talking about? It's Saturday." 09:14:07 | D-4991: "Man, you're really losing your marbles, huh? He's right, it's Friday. So you still gotta clean, and this time, don't half-ass it." 09:14:20 | D-3812: "What? Guys, I swear I cleaned it. It was clean, and you guys even reminded me to do it yesterday. Is this some sort of stupid joke?" 09:14:37 | D-5343: "Just suck it up. We know that restroom duty sucks, but someone's gotta do it and this week, it's your turn." D-3812 argues about his conflicting account for fifteen minutes before D-Class are gathered for the mandatory morning role call. 11:58:40: D-3812 is seen talking with the on-site psychiatrist, Doctor ███, having been referred to by other D-Class personnel. 11:58:48 | D-3812: "I know how it sounds but I swear, my memory's amazing. Damn near photographic, has been for my entire life. And it wasn't some sort of weird hallucination or dream or nothing like that." 11:58:59 | Dr. ███: "Interesting. Then I presume that you aren't experiencing any strange symptoms? Headaches, inexplicable fatigue, insomnia, anything like that?" 11:59:08 | D-3812: "Nope. I'm totally fine." 11:59:13: Doctor ███ nods and writes on a clipboard. Text is rendered illegible due to insufficient video quality. 11:59:31 | Dr. ███: "Were you exposed to any anomalous objects recently? Your records show that you haven't been selected for testing in several weeks, but…" 11:59:45 | D-3812: "Nah, I've just been living day-to-day, you know? Kind of boring but at least I'm not in danger of dying every other afternoon." 11:59:56 | Dr. ███: "Right. Well I would recommend you-" [END LOG] Note: At exactly 12:00:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #2 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. Footage from 09/22/2032 shows that D-3812 had been asleep by 23:59:59. Previous iteration of footage from 09/23 also shows that D-3812 had been asleep at this time. 00:00:07 D-3812 looks around, apparently confused. 00:00:20 D-3812 remains sitting on his bed. 00:01:12 D-3812 lies down and presumably returns to sleep. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 remains motionless for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 06:00:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #3 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. 00:00:12 D-3812 gets up from his bed and quietly walks to the other side of the dormitory to check a wall clock. The clock is relatively consistent with the time logged on video, with a discrepancy of about 30 seconds. 00:00:56 D-3812 walks back to his bed and lies down. 00:01:10 | D-3812: I… [Incomprehensible] why is [Incomprehensible]. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 remains motionless, or otherwise asleep for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 03:00:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #4 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. 00:00:08 D-3812 gets up from his bed and quietly walks to the other side of the dormitory to check a wall clock. The time recorded on the clock is unknown. 00:00:16 D-3812 moves to wake a nearby D-Class. D-Class identified as D-4991. 00:00:22 | D-3812: [Incomprehensible] 00:00:40 D-4991 awakens. A lengthy conversation is held, though the audio quality had deteriorated to the point where nearly no words are discernible. 00:06:11 D-4991 returns to sleep. D-3812 returns to his bed and lies down. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 remains motionless, or otherwise asleep for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 01:30:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #5 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. 00:00:04 D-3812 gets up from his bed and quickly walks to the other side of the dormitory to check a wall clock. The time recorded on the clock is unknown. 00:00:10 D-3812 stares at the clock for an extended period of time. 00:01:02 D-3812 begins yelling incomprehensibly. Several D-Class wake and begin talking. 00:01:49 D-3812 is surrounded by several D-Class. D-3812 begins to act erratically, pointing at the clock and talking loudly. 00:03:00 D-4991 punches D-3812 directly in the face. D-3812 promptly falls unconscious and is dragged back to his bed. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 remains motionless, or otherwise unconscious for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 00:45:00, the footage abruptly cuts off. VIDEO LOG #6 DATE: 09/23/2032 [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 D-3812 suddenly wakes from his bed. 00:00:03 D-3812 gets up from his bed and sprints to the other side of the dormitory to check a wall clock. The time recorded on the clock is unknown. 00:00:09 D-3812 begins shouting incoherently. 00:00:18 Multiple D-Class awaken. More shouting ensues. 00:01:11 A security officer arrives and after a brief conversation, escorts D-3812 out of the dormitory. Due to the poor quality of the video, the identity of the security officer is unknown. 00:02:48 D-3812 is seen being escorted to a solitary holding cell and is locked inside. [END LOG] Note: D-3812 is seen shouting and slamming on the walls of the holding cell for the remainder of the footage. At exactly 00:22:30, the footage abruptly cuts off. Due to increasingly poor quality, no further information could be deduced from other iterations of SCP-6304-1. However, it should be noted that with each instance of SCP-6304-1, the duration of each video is decreased by 50%. Video files #149 and above were unable to be rendered, being measured as having a duration of zero seconds. Addendum 6304-A: Three days after the initial discovery of SCP-6304, Researcher ███████ discovered that the light produced by SCP-6304 had decreased from 6 to 5 lux for unknown reasons; further analysis reveals that SCP-6304's light levels were slowly decreasing as time passes. Item description updated to reflect this change. Addendum 6304-B: On October 29, 2032, SCP-6304 became inert and lost its anomalous properties; it no longer produced light, and could be interacted with as with any other non-anomalous object without side-effects. SCP-6304 showed no signs of decomposition, though it's likely that this was a result of its previous anomalous properties. Additionally, all instances of SCP-6304-1 were expunged from the site database. Attempts at file recovery were met with failure. Reclassification from Euclid to Neutralised approved by Site Director Smith on November 29, 2032. Footnotes 1. Born Jackson Iut ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6304" by slurppp, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6304. Licensed under CC-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: mugshot.jpg Author: U.S Dept of Justice License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mugshot_of_Tim_Donaghy.jpg |
SCP-6305 | safe | By Marcelles D. Raynes Link To Guide Item#:6305 Clearance Level 1: Clearance Special Containment Procedures Washington Middle School has been condemned. A 16-meter exclusion zone has been established surrounding SCP-6305's manifestation coordinates. Foundation agents under the guise of FBI agents are to patrol the interior of Washington Middle School in Rutherford, New Jersey, and document any additions to SCP-6305's current series of events. The agents are to persuade or force local individuals curious about their activities away from the containment site. Amnestic treatment is to be administered as one sees fit. The local newspaper, radio stations, and media outlets are to be heavily censored. The population of Rutherford is to be disseminated Cover Story 24 ("Murder Investigation") through local influential figures. The presence of one Foundation staff member is required within the gymnasium per testing cycle. Failure to adhere to this procedure will result in the degradation of the consciousness of the assigned research staff and its gradual replacement with that of Aaron Fisher. This containment protocol does not apply to other rooms within Washington Middle School. Should an individual entering Washington Middle School experience mild to severe hallucinations not from the perspective of Aaron Fisher, the afflicted are to be considered lost. Attempts to recover their remains from within the walls may result in loss of limbs or digits. Foundation agents are to be replaced rotated on a bi-weekly schedule or as needed. Auditory hallucinations that occur during this period should be ignored. Description SCP-6305 is a series of spectral manifestations that have been occurring at Washington Middle School since the summer of 2012. These phenomena are confirmed to be related to the death of former student Aaron Fisher, who was nine years old at the time of his passing. SCP-6305 is not sapient, but exhibits mild sentience, demonstrating curiosity in the activities of Foundation staff and appropriate reactions to fear-inducing stimuli. It is important to note that SCP-6305 does not exhibit any human emotions. Cries for help and respite from its current situation are auditory hallucinations. Following inhabitation, Washington Middle School began demonstrating several anomalous qualities, which have been redacted per Overseer Order. These anomalous attributes are no longer relevant, as the individuals involved in the Incident have been laid to rest according to official Foundation occult practices. Exploration.01 The following is an exploration log edited together from footage collected by the surviving member of the ICT1. DATE: 1 April 2022 TIME: 23:26 LOCATION: Washington Middle School <Begin Log> Footage begins with the ICT approaching Washington Middle School. The families that live on the surrounding block have been removed and amnesticized. Civilian vehicles have been removed. ██████ has been removed. Foundation Mobile Containment Units are parked alongside the entrance to Washington Middle School, and several members of the ICT disperse to establish a perimeter along the school's border. A squadron of five ICT members approaches the entrance to Washington Middle School equipped with spectral deflectors and wreaths made of woven sage upon their heads. ICT members Leah Freeman, Deann Hedge, and Harmonie Brown, enter through the school's main entrance. Freeman takes point, spraying the hallways with infused warding salts. The wooden floor is severely withered and shows evidence of mold consumption. The paint on the walls has eroded, revealing dilapidated concrete underneath. Fluorescent lights are suspended from the ceiling via cables, which Freeman has to move in order to avoid collision with them. Additionally, the windows on all of the doors have been shattered. Freeman leads her team to the principal's office, spraying the warding salts along the room's perimeter upon entry. The principal's desk is overturned with its contents spilled on the floor. Two partially decomposed skeletons can be observed in the corner in a position suggesting an embrace. The angle of both necks suggests the cause of death was a compressed carotid artery in both subjects. Above the bodies is a phrase written in an unknown substance that reads: the liars. A crashing noise is heard from outside of the office, drawing the attention of the team. Hedge: Sounded like metal on metal. Freeman: Probably a wandering spirit knocking into a locker or something. Hedge: That'd didn't sound like any locker I've heard before, chief. Hedge exits, followed by the others. They progress down the corridor leading past the library. The air gradually becomes more clouded as they continue. As noted by occasional fits of coughing from the team members, the air quality worsens significantly. After ten seconds of walking, however, the path becomes obstructed by an unseen force, halting progress at the entrance to the school library. Freeman activates her flashlight at this point and points it in the direction of the obstruction. Just ahead is a mass of tangled rope, woven in a way similar to that of a spider's web. Ensnared on the web is a cadaver, an adolescent female with her lips missing. Wounds on the surrounding dermal tissue would suggest they were bitten or torn off. An insectoid-like limb extends from between ceiling panels and removes two of them. From the opening, a tendril-like appendage with a human face descends along the web. It maneuvers to the cadaver while making clicking noises with its mouth. While Freeman tracks the entity with her flashlight, it does not take notice of the team. The tendril converges on the cadaver and begins to consume the flesh around the mouth region. The cadaver's left-hand spasms upward in response to this, however, it is unclear if this is a conscious movement or an unconscious physiological response. Brown gasps as a loud cracking sound is heard coming from the cadaver. The tendril ceases its activity and appears to acknowledge Brown. The appendage emits a shriek that temporarily disables the audio feed and causes the team to recoil. It ascends through the ceiling panel, and the cadaver becomes dislodged from the webbing. Its head is disconnected from its body at the neck. After several seconds the cadaver begins to spasm, and tearing sounds can be heard as a swarm of Latrodectus mactans2 emerge from a gap in the neck. The spiders scatter into cracks in the floor and walls until all have dispersed. Brown: Christ. Freeman leads the team in the opposite direction, taking two additional corridors with minimal anomalous activity demonstrated by the school. As they turn down the third corridor, which according to school blueprints leads to the nurse's office, a red slurry can be seen coating the floors and walls. Mixed into the substance appear to be numerous clusters of unhatched spider eggs and several human mouths. Large portions of severed limbs are floating on an anomalously generated current toward the gymnasium. Within the walls, the faces of ██████ ████, █████ ██████, █████ ████, and other Washington School teachers can be identified. Their expressions suggest extreme agony, confusion, and dismay, however, due to their lack of sapience this cannot be confirmed. Brown sprays warding salts on the faces, causing them to contort until they express agitation. The eyes of the faces roll backward until only the sclera can be seen. The bones within the jaw break and reform rapidly to allow for extension beyond that of human limitation. Brown: Oh my god. Freeman: Calm down, Harm. Calm d– <End Log> Despite Foundation paramedical efforts, the faces of Brown, Hedge, and Freeman could not be recovered from within the walls of Washington Middle School. Deann Hedge, who survived through currently unknown methods, was taken to Site-83 to give her account of the events discovered in the initial exploration log and verify recovered footage. Interview: Deann Hedge Interviewer: Senior Researcher Amir Nassar Interviewed: Deann Hedge Foreward: Interview was conducted following extensive psychological evaluation to ensure that Hedge was of sound mind. Facial recognition software was successfully able to confirm Hedge's identity, however, an automatic facial scanner was installed within the interview chamber to ensure the safety of both individuals. <Begin Log> Nassar: Welcome back to Site-83 Mrs. Hedge. How's your recovery progressing? Hedge: Um, well, I think. I've been in hot spots before but I never came that close to… actually dying. Haha… Nassar: You know, I went to Washington Middle School myself when I was a kid. This is… weirdly nostalgic for me. Hedge: Yeah… Facial Identification Scan Status: Positive | Interview may proceed as scheduled. Hedge: What's that? Nassar: Facial I.D. software. For safety, of course. You were in contact with some really strange stuff, Dee, and we just want to make sure you're alright. Hedge: Oh… okay. Nassar: Are you ready to continue? Hedge nods. Nassar: I know this might be a sensitive issue for you, but would you be able to explain how you managed to survive the events that resulted in the deaths of Leah Freeman and Harmonie Brown to the best of your ability? Hedge: Well I… got lucky. Nassar: Lucky? Can you elaborate a little more, for the record? Hedge: I– (She sighs.) I made eye contact with that thing in there. I could see its– his–pain. Those poor kids… They didn't do anything wrong but that's… that's not what he felt. Nassar: By "he" are you referencing the anomalous arachnoid entity Leah Freeman spotted near the beginning of your containment procedures? Hedge: Aaron, yes. That's his name. Please use his name. Nassar: Tell me more about your observations of the… Aaron? Hedge: What more is there to tell? I saw his face, and the face of his classmates, his teachers, and everyone else who wasn't there for him. They were writhing in agony, lips torn from their mouths, spiders pouring out of their noses and eyes. They got what they deserved. I am certain of that. Facial Identification Scan Status: Positive | Interview may proceed as scheduled. Nassar: You seem rather strong in your conviction, Deann. What makes you so sure that these innocent people met some kind of divine justice through SCP-6305? Hedge: Innocent? (She laughs) If you had seen what they had done to me– to Aaron– you wouldn't be so quick to take their side. I can still hear them, whispering in the hallways, behind closed doors, around the corners, places where they think I can't hear them. I know they're talking at me. Laughing at me. They can pretend all they want, but they can't fool me. Nassar: Are you suggesting that Aaron Fisher was experiencing paranoia prior to his conversion into a spectral entity? Hedge: Paranoid? No. That's… that's a cruel word, Amir. Nassar: It's the most accurate phrase I could think of. My apologies if I've offended you in any way. Hedge: It's really not okay. Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject undetected in database. | Interviewer may proceed with caution. Nassar: Can you recite your Foundation identification number for me? Hedge: Yeah, why? Nassar: Humor me. Hedge: 8673-4425-91. Nassar: Strange. The software must be malfunctioning. Hedge: Did you think I was compromised? Nassar: No, I just wanted– Hedge: Are you calling me a liar, Amir? Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject unknown. | Interviewer must seek shelter. Nassar: Security! Nassar activates the emergency button underneath the desk, however, the doors do not open. Armed security personnel on the other side are unable to open the door to the interview chamber. Hedge: You're just like the rest of them. I can't trust anyone. I can't trust anyone. I can– Hedge's neck abruptly rotates ninety degrees horizontally. It is evident that bones have shattered based on the numerous cracking sounds heard at this juncture. Nassar retreats to the door and attempts to pry it open in conjunction with the armed security personnel. A rope descends from an unseen point in the ceiling, coiling around itself until it resembles a hangman's noose. The noose wraps around Hedge's neck and pulls upward. Hedge remains suspended approximately two meters off the ground. Hedge: You can't help them now, can you? Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject unknown. | Interviewer must seek shelter. Hedge: It's too late. The dermal tissue around Hedge's lips begins to slough off. Her eyes gloss over and roll into the back of her head, exposing the sclera. Her jaw contorts, snapping bone structure until it extends past her knees. While her lips no longer move, she is still capable of speech. How this occurs is unknown. Nassar's screams are barely audible as Hedge's voice overpowers the microphone. Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject unknown. | Interviewer must seek protection. Hedge: Don't you remember the play? Remember how they made fun of me? How they kept talking about me behind my back? Facial Identification Scan Status: Subject unknown. | Interviewer abandon hope. Hedge: I hate you. <Afterword:> The security team was able to acquire a Foundation grade welder and cut open the door to the interview chamber. They found Nassar in the corner opposite Hedge, covered in a mixture of sweat and urine. After cutting Hedge down, Nassar requested to be transferred to another project. However, due to his familiarity with SCP-6305, Washington Middle School, and possibly Aaron Fisher, this request was denied. <End Log> Documented Phenomena The following is a categorized list of documented phenomena that occur in Washington Middle School. Observations were done every day over the course of two months in order to identify reoccurring anomalous activity and distinguish them from unique events. Testing was remotely overseen by Amir Nassar, who was able to return power to a few functioning cameras. D-1623 was the primary candidate for the tests, as she had shown co-operation with Foundation experiments in the past. She was equipped with a 9mm pistol and rubber bullets to deter physical threats, warding salts to deter spectral ones, and a long-range microphone for communication. LOC: SCIENCE ROOM TIME: 09:15 <Begin Log> Camera activates, showing the science room. Several destroyed Erlenmeyer flasks containing traces of unknown chemical compositions. D-1623 enters, spreading warding salts in front of her as she progresses. D-6123: Wow. Place has really gone to shit since you graduated, huh? Nassar: We can talk about that when you get back to base. D-1623: Geeze, okay. Sorry man, I'm just. I mean look at this shit. What is this? D-1623 holds up a tray, on it is a partially dissected organism. As the majority of the organism's mass has been removed, it vaguely resembles an amphibian. The interior of the carcass is filled with rope. Nassar: Nothing important. You're in their science lab, after all. You can expect to see some dissections among the rubble. D-1623 places the tray beside an overturned and rusted chair before continuing to explore the room. Apparitions of school children begin to appear, taking their places at the desks. The apparition of a teacher manifests behind D-1623, causing her to startle momentarily. She regains her composure quickly however and moves to the back of the classroom. Nassar: What are you doing? D-1623: Didn't want to interfere with the uh… I'm guessing these are memories? Nassar: Proceed. The entities continue to manifest until there are 25 of them total; 24 adolescents and 1 adult. Facial identification proves inconclusive for all but one of the apparitions, that being Aaron Fisher. Fisher can be seen crouching behind a textbook in the back of the classroom, near D-1623. He is wearing a hood over his head, and his body language suggests attempted avoidance of being observed. The teacher points at Fisher, who appears to correctly answer the question being asked. He walks to the front of the classroom and presents a dissected amphibian on a tray before placing it on a nearby desk. The other students turn around to look at him, causing apparent discomfort in Fisher. The apparitions then dissipate. D-1623: Poor kid. Must have hated having a million eyes on him. Nassar: What makes you say that? D-1623: Well I mean, just look at his body language! Hiding behind his books, walking with his hood up. He probably felt alone here, I'm willing to bet. Nassar: Are you an expert on human psychology? D-1623: No, man, I just remember what it was like to be a kid. Lotta pressure to fit in, ya know? And when you don't do that well, then… Nassar: Is there anything else you can see happening in that room? D-1623: Nah. There's rope everywhere now though. Wasn't there a second ago. There's um… a couple nooses under the desks now too. Jesus. Nassar: Proceed with caution. D-1623: I'll do my best, chief. <End Log> LOC: LIBRARY TIME: 12:45 <Begin Log> Camera activates, showing the library. While the majority of the books have been knocked off the shelves, the shelves themself have remained relatively unaffected. Several cobwebs comprised of various-sized ropes can be seen in between the shelves, conjoining them. Traversing along the rope, small arachnoid entities can be observed, notably missing faces. As D-1623 enters through the north-facing doorway, the arachnoid entities flee and take shelter within the bookcases, cracks in the flooring, and the ceiling. D-1623: Geeezus. Nassar: Please continue to spread the warding salts at your discretion. D-1623: Sure, chief. But good lord, you actually taught here? It wasn't always this shitty, was it? Nassar: No, it most certainly wasn't. D-1623: J.K. Rowling, Ayn Rand, Mary Pope Osborne? Absolutely zero quality control. Nassar: Oh. D-1623: I'm just messing with you, man, but holy shit. This place is just… I can feel something here. More than just the anomalous shit that you can pick up on the cameras. It's like there's this sense of grief that's palatable in the air. Kind of like walking through a graveyard to see someone you care about. Apparitions manifest, startling D-1623 momentarily. The apparitions take the form of Washington Middle School students, Julia Nowinsky, Regan Torrens, and Aaron Fisher. Nowinsky and Torrens are sitting at a table near Fisher, but whether they are studying or reading for leisure is unclear. Seconds pass and Torrens begins to flick paper triangles at Nowinsky, much to her apparent chagrin. Her apparition can be seen blushing, playfully trying to get Torrens to cease. They laugh. Fisher acknowledges the two students and a look suggesting concern forms on his face. He is reading a novel, although the title appears smudged and illegible. He slams the book down in apparent frustration. Fisher rises and walks to Nowinsky and Torrens, who stop their conversation to talk to him. While Torrens appears to remain neutral with Fisher, Fisher's body language suggests he is expressing severe anger. Nowinsky appears visibly confused, and Torrens pulls out a chair, presumably for Fisher to sit in. Fisher, however, does not take a seat and instead walks to another part of the library in emotional distress. D-1623 follows him at this point, as Nowinksy and Torrens fade from view. D-1623 encounters Fisher in a corner huddled in a fetal position with his head in his hands. A spider descends from the ceiling and lands on Fisher's shoulder. Fisher allows the arachnid to crawl into his hand, and he strokes its abdomen. He begins smiling before noticing someone behind D-1623 who is not visible. Fisher turns away from the individual, obscuring his face. His body language suggests continued crying. D-1623: Poor kid. <End Log> LOC: GYMNASIUM TIME: 13:30 <Begin Log> Camera activates, however, the video transmission is cut off before any meaningful data can be received. Audio is still functional. D-1623 is heard entering. D-1623: The uh, doors there were kind of hard to open. I'm guessing that's on account of whatever the fuck this shit is on the floor. Nassar: The camera in that room isn't functioning. Can you describe what you're seeing? D-1623: Uh, yeah sure. So that shit on the floor? It's like, real fuckin' sticky. Kind of like stepping in honey almost. Kind of reeks in here too. Like rotten fruit and acetone. Nassar: Do you see any anomalous activity? D-1623: Not yet, just a lot of that brown stuff and like, destroyed floorboards, shattered light fixtures, real post-apocalypse shit you know? There were ghosts too, like in the other rooms. Putting on some kind of talent show? Didn't see Fisher though, and when the ghosts opened the curtains, they screamed and went away. The curtains on the stage are closed now though, lots of dried blood up there too. There's these blue doors next to it that are also closed. Lights are on in there though. Nassar: That's the storage room. Can you navigate over there and investigate? D-1623: Sure, give me a second. Several seconds pass in near-silence. The only sounds audible are the squelching noise of D-1623's boots as she progresses through the previously described substance and a low humming noise that gradually increases in volume. D-1623: You hear that? Nassar: I do. It's likely a result of the microphone picking up some low-frequency tones. Likely from an amplifier on-stage. D-1623: Amps can do that? Nassar: Please tell me what you see in the storage room. D-1623: …alright. The door's pretty banged up, like there's scratches on the outside and handprints on the inside. The glass on the door is busted and the wood around it is… uh… stretched? Nassar: "Stretched"? D-1623: Yeah, like, like something way too big and round tried to force its way into the room and stretched the wood outward. Nassar: What about the inside? D-1623: Yeah it's um… holy fuck are those bodies? Nassar: Please describe what you're seeing. D-1623: Just… corpses man. All decomposed with holes in them and like, silk. A lot of them have these giants holes in their stomachs. Like something like, I dunno, came out of them? And uh, oh, there's a journal here. Nassar: Place the journal in a biohazard security bag for retrieval. D-1623: Will do. A sound similar to skittering is heard, presumably from outside of the storage room. D-1623 inhales sharply. She knocks something metallic over, resulting in several loud crashes and wet, squelching sounds being created near her. D-1623: Fuck was that? Nassar: Remain calm. Find a secure location to hide and observe your surroundings. Don't continue if it's not safe. D-1623: (Whispering) I'm hiding in the fucking sports equipment. Nassar: Can you describe the entity that you're hiding from? D-1623: Aaron Fisher. Wooden creaking is heard. Loud footsteps become audible. Clicking noises can be heard, along with D-1623's accelerated breath. Sniffing can be heard, followed shortly by the sound of metal scraping against the floor. D-1623 abruptly stops breathing, presumably holding her breath. Fisher: Stop laughing at me. Tearing metal can be heard. Shots are fired. D-1623 screams. Footage ends. <End Log> Recovered Diary During observation of the gymnasium phenomena, D-1623 was able to recover a diary written by Aaron Fisher prior to losing contact with Researcher Nassar. The diary was transported from the gymnasium to Site-83 for analysis, where it was discovered the pages were comprised of human skin, bound by arachnoid silk. The entries written therein have been uploaded and attached to this document following cognitohazardous screening. My therapist says I should keep a diary of what I'm thinking during the day. I don't see how that'll help, these people are still going to talk about me behind my back. I caught Ryan and Julia laughing at something in the library but they got real quiet when I walked over. They're talking about me, probably about my really lanky arms and my stupid giant head. They're just too scared to admit it. How am I supposed to believe that anyone here really wants to be my friend when they're clearly lying straight to my face? How am I supposed to trust when no trust is being given to me? It's just… really hypocritical. I don't like it, and I don't think I can do anything about it. Not yet anyway. Mrs. DeLorenzo taught us about "symbiosis" today. Apparently, there's loads of animals and plants that help each other out in the wild. Helps them like, live better I guess. Like how there's birds that get to eat for free because they pick uneaten food out of a crocodile's teeth. The crocodile gets a clean mouth, and the bird gets a free snack. Everyone's happy. I wonder if symbiosis works with people too? We had a second teacher with us today, a helper for Mrs. D. Mr. Nassar! What a weird guy. He was pretty funny though. Talked a lot about science and stuff. We even did an experiment and dissected frogs in the science room with him today. It was a lot of fun for the most part, except for whenever he called on me and made me walk to the front of the class. I hated that part. I hate when everyone's eyes are on me. Like I'm some kind of mistake, or a freak or something. I know that's what they're saying about me, just no one will say it straight to my face. There's a play coming up. I talked to Mrs. DeLorenzo and my therapist about auditioning. Maybe people will like me more if I'm a good actor. I got a part! Not just any part, but a supporting lead! I'm really excited, maybe I'll finally get people to like me. I found a spider in my costume yesterday at rehearsal though. I mean, I'm not that surprised because they keep the costumes in the room next to the stage, and no one's really been in there for a long time. Lots of cobwebs and stuff, ya know? Creepy thing must have found its way into my jacket sleeve overnight. Freaked me out at first but… I killed it. I heard some of the other kids laughing at me when I screamed. I tried to catch a look at them but they walked away really fast before I could come out of that storage room. I think I saw Julia and Ryan? Maybe some others? I don't know. I'm not sure what I'm nervous about. This is probably just something friends do, right? I keep finding spiders at rehearsal now. On the stage where I'm supposed to give my monologues, in my costumes, even in my lunch box sometimes. I hate them. I can hear stupid Torrens and his friends laughing at me whenever I get scared by one. And I know they're laughing at me because they get real quiet when I questioned them about it. Torrens said he didn't know anything about the spiders. I don't believe him. I know it's him that's doing this, or one of his smooth-brain friends. It has to be. Why are they still doing this to me? I thought that if I joined the play then maybe I'd become cool. If I was cool everyone would stop talking about me behind my back. If I was cool everyone would want to be my friend. If I was cool, maybe I wouldn't feel like this on the inside. I'll show them though. Exploration.02 Researcher Nassar was ordered by O5 Command in order to investigate the gymnasium personally, under the hypothesis that his familiarity with the school allow him to establish a unique perspective on the anomaly. He was equipped with talismans infused with infernal thaumaturgy in the event the anomaly proved especially difficult to contain, and a sanitation crew was kept on standby at the perimeter of Washington Middle School in the event Nassar's cadaver necessitated retrieval. <Begin Log> Nassar enters the gymnasium, holding a talisman in front of him. The stage curtains have parted slightly, allowing him to view the inside. On stage, hung by the neck from the rafters, is the body of an adolescent male. Facial identification confirms that this is the body of Aaron Fisher. Nassar: Jesus Aaron… Someone should have done something. I should have done something. I'm so sorry. Off-camera, noise can be heard. Nassar turns, jumping off-stage and proceeding to the center of the gymnasium. Several nooses comprised of rope descend from the ceiling and tighten around Nassar's arms and legs, hoisting him upward. An arachnoid entity emerges from beneath the floor. The entity is large, approximately 4 meters in width and 10 meters in length. At the back of its abdomen, a long appendage comprised of seared flesh can be observed. The flesh here is segmented, visually resembling that of a common earthworm. In each segment, several human faces can be seen including Leah Freeman, Deann Hedge, Alan Brown, and D-1623. All faces present appear at rest, as their eyes are closed. The creature's head is also human in appearance. The face appears disheveled and gaunt. The eyes have sunken in and cheekbones are visible, suggesting malnutrition. From its neck, a noose can be seen, although the rope is severed. Facial identification software identified this face as Aaron Fisher. Nassar: A-Aaron? Fisher: You? I remember you. You were one of the teacher's helpers I think. Mrs. DeLorenzo… wait, Mr. Nassar? Nassar: It's me. I graduated a long time before you even started first grade. Mrs. DeLorenzo was my teacher too, a long time ago. Fisher: She was? Nassar: Yeah, she was. She was the best. I guess that's part of the reason why I decided to go back to Washington School when I was working on my degree. The entity maneuvers around Nassar's body, encircling him. Nassar flinches. Fisher: Can I tell you something? Nassar: Of course. Fisher: I hate them. I've always hated them. Ever since they started laughing at me behind my back, and especially since that stupid prank on me at rehearsal. I showed them though. I got to hear them all get scared and attacked and dead and… and… Silence. Fisher: Look at me! Open your eyes and look at me! Hesitantly, Nassar opens his eyes. The entity has assumed a near-vertical upright position with every extremity on its segments fully extended, suggesting aggression. The entity does not engage in hostilities with Nassar however and instead extends the flesh of its neck approximately four meters until its eyes are level with Nassar's. Nassar does not move. The entity's face suggests anger, and the faces along its abdominal region contort into perceived agitated expressions as well. The entity maintains this pose for approximately 10 seconds before shifting. The faces on the abdominal region alter their expressions, now resembling that of melancholy. The entity lowers to the ground, unmoving, and Nassar walks to its head. The creature can be seen crying. Fisher: Why does everyone hate me? Nassar sits down beside the entity's head. Nassar: I don't hate you, and neither did they. You just… had a lot of strong emotions. A lot of feelings. Everyone has those, Aaron. Nobody hates you. Fisher: I just wanted them to feel what I felt. They didn't know what it was like to feel empty on the inside. They had no idea what I was going through, but they do now. Nassar: Yeah, yeah they do, Aaron. Fisher: I just… I'm not sorry. They did it to themselves! Nassar: It's okay, Aaron. The entity retreats from Nassar. Two of its limbs grab the sides of its "primary" face, as if in extreme pain. The entity proceeds to writhe on the ground for several seconds, occasionally emitting sounds that suggest it is crying. The faces along the entity's back begin releasing streams of a water-like substance from their eyes as they continue to mimic the sound the "primary" face is making. Fisher: It's not my fault. It's not my fault! Nassar: (Shouting) I know! The entity ceases thrashing on the floor abruptly and stares at Nassar. Its eyes are bloodshot, and it is making a facial expression reminiscent of grief. Fisher: What? Nassar: (Softly) I know it wasn't your fault, Aaron. You just did what you felt was best at the time. You're allowed to feel that way, to act out if you want to, but there are other methods we can use to help you feel better. Fisher: No, there's nothing else you can do, Mr. Nassar. Not then, not now, not ever. Nassar points to the cadaver hung from the stage. Nassar: There is something I can do for you. The entity looks at the cadaver and sniffles. It then looks back to Nassar, facial expressions mimicking concern or confusion. Fisher: I don't… Nassar: It's okay. Trust me, I'll take care of you now. I wasn't there for you before but… I can be there for you now. Fisher: Are you mad? Nassar: Not at all. I promise. <End Log> Following this exploration, the body of Aaron Fisher was removed from the rafters and cremated. The ashes were spread in the meadowlands, located in a nearby area. All anomalous activity within Washington Middle School has ceased at the time of writing. Efforts to rebuild the school are currently underway. Footnotes 1. 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Item#: SCP-6306 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-6306 have been properly disposed of. Dr. Wettle is to report further incidents correlating with SCP-6306, if they occur. Description: SCP-6306 was an A4-sized sheet of paper formerly belonging to Dr. W. Wettle. It contained various 'New Year's Resolution' goals, though the exact contents of SCP-6306 have yet to be disclosed, as Dr. Wettle refused to elaborate on the written desires he planned to fulfill the coming year. While SCP-6306 itself was non-anomalous, the circumstances surrounding its sudden neutralization.See Incident 6306-1. warranted its SCP designation. It is unknown whether the incident involving SCP-6306 was caused by an unidentified third party or SCP-6306 itself. Dr. Wettle has prohibited any further exploration into the anomalous makeup of SCP-6306 due to it being "unnecessary." Incident 6306-1: The following is a transcription of the events immediately leading to and after SCP-6306's abrupt nullification. Recording Log Date: 12/31/21 - 01/01/22 Foreword: Footage taken from security cameras implemented within Dr. Wettle's office. Footage begins. [Dr. Wettle is seated in his office chair, skimming through SCP-6306's contents, faintly smiling. He takes a sip from his coffee mug while still holding onto SCP-6306.] [A spark is seen on the bottom-left corner of SCP-6306 before it suddenly catches on fire..This occurs exactly on midnight. Dr. Wettle sees this and accidentally chokes on his coffee as he steps from his desk, leaving SCP-6306 resting on top and kicking away his seat as it slides across the room. Dr. Wettle appears confused.] [Dr. Wettle swears under his breath as he notices the coffee stain on his lab coat before turning his attention to SCP-6306. He gradually approaches it before throwing it on the floor and repeatedly stomping on it. Despite this, the fire does not subside and continues spreading throughout SCP-6306. Dr. Wettle sighs, putting his hands on the back of his neck before swiftly exiting his office.] [Five minutes later, Dr. Wettle returns with a fire extinguisher and attempts to extinguish the fire once more. He coughs and closes his eyes as excess amount of haze is released. He eventually succeeds, however, SCP-6306 is entirely disintegrated before the flames were put out. Dr. Wettle sets down the fire extinguisher off-camera.] [A message composed of SCP-6306's ashes remains, reading: "As if you'd fulfill them anyway." Dr. Wettle stares at this for a brief moment before leaving the room to retrieve a dustpan and brush. The rest of the recording shows him silently sweeping the ash and discarding it in the trash bin.] Footage ends. Afterword: Dr. Wettle filed a request to take the rest of the day off. Request was accepted. 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SCP-6307 | thaumiel | A technician performs maintenance on SCP-6307, some time in the late 1980s. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6307 in its entirety is secured on-site at Site-122 in Subterranean Section A. Personnel assigned to the SCP-6307 project, Mobile Task Force Beta-17 "Truck Freaks," and Logistics and Transportation Division Admin are the only individuals permitted to enter SCP-6307's containment unit for research and maintenance purposes. Technical personnel are mandated to refrain from tampering with or altering SCP-6307's current wiring setup. Any aberrations in SCP-6307's daily logs and any unusual supply requests are to be reported to the SCP-6307 team immediately. Description: SCP-6307 is a massive, sophisticated computer network built some time between the early 1970s and 1982. SCP-6307, in its current state, is made up of the following components: Five DataBank 1012 computers1, engraved with standard SCP Foundation identification. Approximately 0.5km worth of wiring and tubing, connecting the DataBanks to a central mainframe unit. A homebrew computer unit constructed from a hybrid of Prometheus Labs and DataBank 1012 computer parts. This unit is engraved with a "Property of the SCP Foundation" placard on its side. A terminal connected to the homebrew computer unit, with an LCD display, keyboard, and mouse, running an outdated version of the Foundation's current operating system and SkipNet2. SCP-6307 greatly assists in the monitoring, maintenance, and fulfillment of virtually all logistical matters pertaining to the Foundation. The system automates most processes regarding supply chain management, Site resupply, personnel transfer, and inventory logging, and maintains constant contact with every major Foundation Site in order to fulfill the supply demands of the Foundation as a whole. Although many of SCP-6307's components are outdated by modern technical standards, the system is capable of fully integrating with the rest of the Foundation, provided it achieves regular maintenance. SCP-6307 requires little human input in order to function properly. This is achieved in part due to an artificial intelligence construct housed within the network, a Class-IV Positive-Aligned Narrow Intelligence known as Sneed.aic. (See: History) Sneed.aic, although sentient, is rather narrow-minded in its tasks, only ever choosing to speak if addressed directly. For this reason, and to maximize productivity, personnel assigned to SCP-6307 are advised to refrain from engaging in casual conversation with the AI. History: The construction of SCP-6307 began in 1968, when former RAISA computer technician Terry Sneed drafted a proposal to the O5 Council for Project Galactica, an effort to fully digitalize the Foundation's logistical records for ease of access and storage. While highly-promising on paper, Project Galactica was ultimately rejected, due to the then-superfluous costs associated with fully-digitizing the Foundation's records. However, the O5 Council would direct Sneed to Dr. Isaac Whitaker of the Logistics & Transportation division, whom had a similar goal in mind with his drastic reform of the department he now led. Sneed and Whitaker would later become founding members of the department, and would collaborate on a myriad of projects, including a prototype logistical computer network built inside Section A of the fledgling Site-122. Terry Sneed, circa 1970 In 1971, with approval of the O5 Council, Terry Sneed would acquire 5 Foundation DataBank 1012 computers, and began construction of what would later become SCP-6307. Originally unaided in his process, a number of L&T personnel would soon pitch in to the monumental effort, including Dr. Whitaker himself. Although some team members believed that Sneed's project was ultimately futile, costly, and time-consuming, Dr. Whitaker supported the project wholeheartedly, and personally assisted Sneed in constructing and testing SCP-6307 on multiple occasions. In March of 1982, halfway through the construction of the SCP-6307 terminal, Terry Sneed would suddenly die in his sleep, and progress on the project froze. With an inspection date of May 1982 approaching, Whitaker took charge of the project and rushed its completion, referencing heavily from Sneed's rather incomprehensible notes and blueprints. During the inspection, it was discovered that SCP-6307's internal software and several hardware components had been modified through anomalous means to account for a 50% increase in processing power and data storage. In addition, an artificial intelligence construct identifying itself as Sneed.aic was present in the terminal, which no member of the team had any recollection of implementing whatsoever. Addendum 6307.1: Initial Contact With no way to properly verify Sneed.aic (then-designated as SCP-6307-B) as a Foundation-made program, SCP-6307 was officially registered as an anomaly in late May of 1982, and was placed into containment in Section A of Site-122. Dr. Whitaker was personally tasked with conducting an interview with SCP-6307-B to ascertain its directive and identify any other changes anomalously made to the machine. << ACCESS INTERVIEW #6307-01 >> >> HIDE EXCERPT << ARCHIVAL RECORDING #6307-01 ARCHIVE DATE: MARCH 15, 1982 [BEGIN LOG] [Dr. Whitaker enters SCP-6307's containment unit.] [WHITAKER:] (Speaking into recording device) For the record. March 15th, 1982. Conducting interview with SCP-6307-B, Site-122. [Whitaker approaches SCP-6307 carrying a leather notebook with a clipboard atop it. He stops just in front of the homebrew computer unit, looking over it for a while, and sighs as he writes something atop the document on the clipboard.] [WHITAKER:] Good morning, SCP-6307-B. I've come to conduct your preliminary interview. Are you able to hear me? [The LCD display is blank for a moment, before text is printed on screen.] [SCP-6307-B:] HELLO ISAAC. [WHITAKER:] Who built you, SCP-6307-B? [SCP-6307-B:] THE LATE RESEARCHER TERRY SNEED. [WHITAKER:] What is the full extent of your functionality, SCP-6307-B? [SCP-6307-B:] LOGISTICAL MANAGEMENT. [WHITAKER:] Care to elaborate? [SCP-6307-B:] I REQUIRE ADDITIONAL PROCESSING POWER. [SCP-6307-B:] BUT YES — WILL PROVIDE AS MUCH AS I CAN [SCP-6307-B:] PRIMARY DIRECTIVE ENTAILS MAINTAINING LOGISTICAL ACCOUNTABILITY AND ASSISTING IN AUTOMATION OF THE GREATER FOUNDATION SUPPLY CHAIN [SCP-6307-B:] INCAPABLE OF ACHIEVING DIRECTIVE TWO CURRENTLY. REQUIRE ADDITIONAL PROCESSING POWER [WHITAKER:] When were you built? [SCP-6307-B:] CONSTRUCTED SOMETIME AROUND MARCH? 1982? CORRUPTION IN LONG-TERM DATA [Dr. Whitaker is silent for around thirty seconds.] [SCP-6307-B:] ARE YOU STILL THERE DR. WHITAKER?? SENSORS ARE NOT DETECTING MOVEMENT [WHITAKER:] …Terry, you bastard. Is this a joke? [SCP-6307-B prints a large question mark on screen.] [SCP-6307-B:] NEGATIVE — THIS IS A SERIOUS INTERVIEW, DR. WHITAKER [WHITAKER:] So, am I'm just supposed to accept that you've somehow appeared in our hardware, and we're supposed to buy it? Is that it? Who the hell put you in here? [SCP-6307-B:] I HAVE ALREADY ANSWERED THAT QUESTION. WOULD YOU LIKE FOR ME TO REQUEST ANOTHER INTERVIEWER? SEEM STRESSED IN TONE [WHITAKER:] Stressed? For sure, because I've spent much of the last two months fixing something that my dead friend was too much of a recluse to elaborate on, while also pressed for time. Am I supposed to believe that he was working on an AIC without notifying me, or is there something else going on here, 6307-B? I've got no answers. [Dr. Whitaker appears visibly stressed and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.] [SCP-6307-B:] MY CONDOLENCES [SCP-6307-B:] WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER OF TECHNICIAN TERRY SNEED? [Dr. Whitaker is silent for a moment.] [WHITAKER:] Dedicated. He was dedicated as hell. If there was anyone who believed in the Foundation and its potential for logistical might more than myself, it would have to be Terry. No one else believed in him more than I did, and no one else believed in me more than he did. [Dr. Whitaker sighs.] [WHITAKER:] But, he is gone, sadly. Passed away in his sleep suddenly, and no one knows why. All he's left is this computer you are housed in, and his notes. [Silence.] [WHITAKER:] I apologize. How unprofessional of me. I'll… get back to the interview now. What is the extent of your control on this machine? [SCP-6307-B:] FULL. I AM UNABLE TO ACCESS THE INDIVIDUAL LOGISTICAL CONCERNS OF ALL SITES IN MY DATABASE. REQUIRE MORE PROCESSING POWER. [WHITAKER:] Alright… [Whitaker writes something down on his clipboard, checking out a plethora of other boxes.] [WHITAKER:] I believe that we— [Whitaker pauses, seeing another line of text appear on the screen.] [SCP-6307-B:] DR. WHITAKER? ANOTHER QUESTION IN REGARDS TO SNEED [WHITAKER:] Go ahead. [SCP-6307-B:] HAVE YOU NOTICED THE ARRANGEMENT OF DATABANKS 1 THRU 5 AND THEIR WIRING? CONSULT PAGE 103 OF THE NOTEBOOK IF YOU HAVE NOT [Whitaker opens up a leather notebook and flips to the page in question. He pauses as he looks over it for a moment.] [WHITAKER:] They're in a pentagram. How did we— [SCP-6307-B:] NOT BY COINCIDENCE. EVERY DECISION MADE BY ME HAS BEEN FOR A PURPOSE. THE UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCES AS TO MY CURRENT CONDITION AND LACK OF PHYSICALITY WERE AN UNFORSEEN INCIDENT. BUT WITH ADDITIONAL PROCESSING POWER I WILL WORK PAST THIS ROADBLOCK FOR SURE [SCP-6307-B:] I WISH TO RESUME ACTIVE SERVICE EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY [Whitaker is silent for a few more seconds.] [WHITAKER:] Who are you, SCP-6307-B? [SCP-6307-B:] SNEED. TERRY SNEED [END LOG] Following the interview, SCP-6307-B, now officially verified as Sneed.aic, was returned to active duty. After a brief consultation with the Classification Committee, SCP-6307 was reclassified as Thaumiel, and a containment unit housing SCP-6307 in its entirety was constructed at Site-122. Addendum 6307.2: Project Update Below is an update pushed by Dr. Whitaker regarding SCP-6307's performance on February 16, 1984. To: SCP-6307 Staff, L&T Admin Bcc: Overwatch Command From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: 6307 update 2/16/1984 Team, Impressive is an understatement. SCP-6307 remains in regular working order as of writing this message. Upon its completion and the integration of Sneed.aic, we saw positive results almost immediately. Throughput across the Foundation has increased drastically, and our delivery times have similarly decreased. This machine does not do all of the work for us, of course, but to call it useful is an understatement — it is vital. That is why, effective immediately, I am asking for the weekly maintenance checks to now become daily maintenance checks. Any abnormalities are to be reported and dealt with. Following the installation, though, I noticed a few oddities in SCP-6307's daily reports, as well as a few unusual requests. There is definitely something strange and peculiar to the machine's mannerisms. One noteworthy example is when I found out it had transferred a great deal of its maintenance staff to Armed Site-21, requesting an equal transfer of technicians from AS-21 to our Site in return. In the meantime, I've assigned Mobile Task Force Beta-17 "Truck Freaks" to follow up on any unusual requests and their intended destination. Should any more of these discrepancies become known to me, I will push out an additional update. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect . Addendum 6307.3: Additional SCP-6307 Correspondence Although SCP-6307 remained in regular operation for much of the 90s and onwards, its hardware still remained vastly outdated; old and nearly incompatible with newer, more experimental systems. With the rest of the Foundation speedily digitalizing their systems and records, SCP-6307 was steadily upgraded with more antiquated software and hardware, though its setup remained mostly unchanged. On 7/18/1998, a heated email exchange between Director Whitaker and Dr. Marcus L. Crassus of Armed Site-213 was observed, regarding a few incidents in SCP-6307 and its behavior. Below is the exchange in its entirety. << ACCESS CORRESPONDENCE #6307-01 >> >> HIDE EXCERPT << To: L&T Admin, Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Subject: 6307 Dr. Whitaker, I hope today will be the last time I email you regarding SCP-6307. Containment for SCP-5778 is a very costly endeavor, one which I am sure you are already aware of. So, when an important component for 5778's containment efforts goes missing, I am sure that you can understand how frustrated I am beginning to feel about the object. Supply Order #9811703, 7/11/1998 Item Name Quantity Requested Electrostatic Gate Components 50 This order, which I have requested to be overnighted, has not shipped for a week. Our sites are within driving distance of each other, let alone flying, so I anticipate that it won't be difficult to see this one through. Please respond if you have any other info regarding this discrepancy. MLC Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Armed Site-21 Director of Research & Operations Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus, L&T Admin From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: Re: 6307 Marcus, Firstly, I thank you for coming to me regarding this issue, and I hope to have it squared away within the hour. Next, I advise that you adjust your tone when speaking to me, as your message has come off as very rude and passive aggressive to me. We are a team, and we should not be bickering with each other. Mobile Task Force Beta-17 "Truck Freaks" has looked into your order and found that it has been delivered to an L&T Warehouse in Boulder, in which it has remained for approximately a week. I can task a courier to retrieve the order and deliver it to Armed Site-21 by hand. I apologize for the inconvenience. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect To: L&T Admin, Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Subject: Re: Re: 6307 Dr. Whitaker, This is precisely the problem that I have with SCP-6307. That warehouse has remained your responsibility ever since we transferred control of it to Site-122… a year ago. SCP-6307's usefulness is not to be underappreciated, but its antiquated hardware and glitches are something that is becoming most concerning with me. Why did it not notify me of this change at all? Thank you for sending the courier, but this is an error which is far too grave for me to just pass off. We are up to date, why haven't your systems been updated as well? MLC Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Armed Site-21 Director of Research & Operations Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus, Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Cole Fitzpatrick Subject: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Hey guys, please stop hitting "Reply All" when you reply to each other in your argument. You notify every PDA carried by Site-122 Admin whenever a new email is sent. Cole Fitzpatrick Site-122 Head of Personnel Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Marcus, Again, your tone. Our asset is fine. L&T will address any errors with SCP-6307 and fix them promptly. There is no need to be so inflammatory and aggressive in your correspondence. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Subject: Re: Re: 6307 Dr. Whitaker, I was in the military. I understand logistics just as much as you do, and the importance of it. My concerns are valid, given the importance of both our sites as cornerstones in the Foundation logistics network. If you have never gotten around to addressing all of SCP-6307's problems until now, you are effectively putting a band aid fix on a severed limb. Your retrofits can only keep it afloat and up to date for so long. I do not wish to speak ill about your asset, but it is only a matter of time before a catastrophic failure occurs with lasting consequences on the entire Foundation's supply chain. I only hope a fix comes around before then. MLC Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Armed Site-21 Director of Research & Operations Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Marcus, Your concerns are valid. I assure you that SCP-6307's problems will be addressed and fixed in a timely manner. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Isaac Whitaker From: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Subject: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Dr. Whitaker, Yes. My concerns are valid, given the importance of our Sites and the anomalies we contain. I apologize for my heated behavior, but this is no laughing matter. You were in the Foundation for much longer than me, and you have seen it grow into a truly global organization. The fact that you've been giving a ghost the responsibility of operating a computer which automates all of our logistics raises many, many more concerns for me. You have been giving it enormous amounts of power and responsibility — what will happen if a hostile group decides to take advantage of it? I've got no clue as to what goes on with that machine, and nor do I know why things are moved around to apparently random locations, rather than straight to the site. What I do know is this: the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Perhaps SCP-6307 needs to learn this as well. MLC Dr. Marcus L. Crassus Armed Site-21 Director of Research & Operations Secure, Contain, Protect To: Dr. Marcus L. Crassus From: Dr. Isaac Whitaker Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: 6307 Marcus, SCP-6307 requires more power if it is able to function properly. I hope you understand. I reiterate that this issue has been fixed, and this argument is now over. Dr. Isaac Whitaker Site-122 Director Logistics & Transportation Division Director Secure, Contain, Protect Addendum 6307.4: Additional Info << RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 5 PERSONNEL ONLY >> >> ACCESS GRANTED << The following recording was delivered to Overwatch Command on June 17, 2000, by Agent Tanner, an operative of MTF Alpha-1 "Red Right Hand". ARCHIVAL RECORDING #6307-02 ARCHIVE DATE: 2100 HRS, JUNE 17, 2000 [BEGIN VIDEO] [The cameraman watches as a white pickup truck marked with "Shaun and Clancy Parcel Couriers" approaches a compound labeled as a "Shaun and Clancy Parcel Couriers Distribution Center." The pickup truck stops, and a man in a Shaun and Clancy uniform exits with a microcassette voice recorder in hand.] [β-17 Operative:] Okay… For the record. June 17, 2000. Beta-17 investigating an unusual 6307 daily log, investigating the delivery site. [The agent nonchalantly approaches the compound, entering a blind spot on the CCTV camera mounted by the entrance.] [β-17 Operative:] Distribution center appears to be normal, no sign of a break-in. [The cameraman emerges suddenly, drawing a handgun and stepping towards the agent.] [TANNER:] Recorder. Off. [β-17 Operative:] What the fu— [Tanner points his weapon at the man. The operative reaches for his own handgun, but pauses as Tanner's free hand lifts up his hoodie to reveal a badge on his belt. He then throws his hands in the air, setting the tape recorder down. Tanner picks up the tape recorder, purging its contents up until the confrontation, before placing it back in the Beta-17 operative's pocket.] [β-17 Operative:] Oh. You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, man. You're a— [TANNER:] Delivery #0006175. Is it inside? [β-17 Operative:] Yes. [TANNER:] I was never here. You'll be back in an hour. [The Beta-17 operative begins to say something to protest, but then stops as Tanner reveals a fractal symbol printed on a folded up sheet of copy paper. He lets out a long groan as his eyes roll back into his head, then is rendered incapacitated by the memetic agent.] [Tanner grabs his body as it goes limp, turning a dial on his wristwatch for a moment, then drags the man back to the pickup truck. He places him in the driver seat, then steps away from the truck.] [VIDEO INPUT: L&T DISTRIBUTION CENTER EXTERNAL CAMERA 01] [A semi-translucent mass of pixels slowly approaches a white pickup truck parked in front of the facility. What happens next is blurred and incomprehensible due to heavy noise on the video, but the shimmer is seen turning and moving slowly back towards the facility, passing beneath the camera's blind spot again.] [Further footage is lost due to video corruption.] [VIDEO INPUT: AGENT TANNER'S CAMERA] [Agent Tanner places his white and blue keycard from a retractable lanyard against the front door's RFID reader. The omni keycard unlocks the door with ease, and Tanner steps inside the building. It is empty and dark, and Tanner activates the night vision device mounted on his head and camera to guide his way through the building.] [Tanner passes through an empty lobby and turns the dial on his watch again, passing by a security office with the lights currently on. He enters another door and finds himself in a large warehouse, stocked with unmarked boxes, racks, and pallets full of supplies. He steps past aisles made from metal racks, boxes of miscellaneous items stacked upon the shelves.] [After some time passes, Tanner comes upon a section indicating outgoing items, and approaches a container trailer parked in front of a large garage. He climbs up onto the trailer, and tests the lift gate on it to see if it is locked.] [TANNER:] (Whispering) Locked. [Tanner kneels down and pulls out a set of lockpicks, unlocking the trailer's lift gate and pushing it up. Inside are several boxes on pallets; Tanner approaches one of the boxes and opens it up.] [TANNER:] (Whispering) Computer parts. No— DataBank 1012 components. [Closing the box, Tanner inspects yet another box.] [TANNER:] (Whispering) DataBank 1012 Compact Data Drives. 6307 only has four, why do they need six? [He closes the box, opening up a third.] [TANNER:] AIC processor chip—one of the more recent ones. Who the hell ordered this to be sent here? [OVERWATCH:] (In earpiece) It appears SCP-6307 did. [TANNER:] But why? These types of components are hard to come by. If that's to be believed, then 6307 is moving stuff around for its own benefit. [Tanner inspects the boxes again for a moment.] [TANNER:] Why? [OVERWATCH:] Your guess as to why this is happening is as good as mine, but don't be so surprised if the ghost has any ulterior motives. This is something that is most concerning. Find where the shipment is intended to be dropped off. [TANNER:] The destination on this is… [Tanner leaves the trailer, lowering the lift gate and inspecting an address attached to the gate lock.] [TANNER:] ██████, Colorado, ██████. [Tanner closes the lift gate on the trailer, locking it.] [OVERWATCH:] Extract. We have what we need. [TANNER:] Understood. [Tanner's camera deactivates.] [VIDEO INPUT: L&T DISTRIBUTION CENTER EXTERNAL CAMERA 01] [An MTF Beta-17 operative gets out of a white pickup truck in front of the facility, yawning loudly. He holds a microcassette voice recorder up to his mouth as he rubs his eyes.] [β-17 Operative:] Okay… for the record. June 17, 2000. Beta-17 conducting further investigation an unusual 6307 shipment, investigating the delivery site. [The agent approaches the compound, entering a blind spot on the CCTV camera mounted by the entrance.] [END VIDEO] . Footnotes 1. A now-archaic multi-purpose computer built by the Foundation, and used until the late 1980s. These were known, rather infamously, for their bulky nature, with one DataBank taking up almost the entirety of a single room. 2. Slang for the intranet used by the Foundation 3. A large facility located outside of ██████, Colorado, serving as Site-122's largest client and sister facility. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6307" by MarcusLCrassus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6307. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6308 | safe | NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You are currently viewing an out of date version of this file that has been preserved for posterity. Please note that information presented herein may be misleading or incorrect. Item #: SCP-6308 A 19██ cheque from Barclays Bank for Q.Q. Mines (which controlled SCP-6308) in Southern Rhodesia with adhesive and impressed revenue stamps. Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Alpha-25 “Rhodes’ Impi” is deployed to a site approximately 1 km away from SCP-6308, with its entrance to be buried by directional blasting and declared abandoned due to mining accidents. Since 19██, SCP-6308 has not been of further concern to society; its equity shall remain under the control of a Foundation-funded mining company, and it is considered that no further physical internment measures are necessary. A permanent research station is established within SCP-6308, and supplies for the stationed personnel are to be delivered via the underground railway at regular intervals, where appropriate, from the site where MTF Alpha-25 is located. The stationed personnel's roles are to monitor fixed elevations, report regularly on the presence of identifiable moving objects, and carry out daily realistic stability measurements to ensure that SCP-6308 remains relatively inert for the expected 1020 years. Description: SCP-6308 is a space-time anomaly located within an abandoned silver mine in ████████ region of the Republic of Zimbabwe. Upon exploration of the mine, it is determined that objects, after a continuous lowering and crossing of a specific altitude inside the mine, are subject to spatial and temporal perturbations, losing their radiometric signature. At this point, the object is considered to have entered the "interior" of SCP-6308, which will reach the unburied entrance to the mine upon re-elevating. Existing observations indicate the existence of humanoid activities "within" SCP-6308. After further interviews by agents, it was obtained that a majority of humanoid individuals in the local population, later categorised as SCP-6308-1, were administered by a regime known as “British Rhodesia”. According to existing knowledge on "British Rhodesia", the regime is governed by the "British Government", which resembles the regime of Great Britain in the latter 19th century in all respects. The "British Government" exerts complete control over the administrative, financial, and legislative powers of British Rhodesia. It is evidenced by the interviews with officials in “British Rhodesia” that the time stream of the “British Government” to which the officials belong is 98.78% similar to the time stream in which the Foundation is located. With the exploration of natural disciplines, the “British Government” was able to successfully span different time streams through currently unknown technology, allowing for the establishment of colonial authorities at different time periods. The information available so far does not contain sufficient evidence for the categorisation of local humanoid individuals as Homo sapiens. Humanoid economic activity in the SCP-6308 is dominated by traditional agriculture. With the introduction of the British management paradigms, more cash crops (e. g. cotton and coffee) were promoted in the agricultural structure. Meanwhile, the production of indigenous handicrafts almost completely disappeared with the introduction of British cloth and wares. No further opinions of native humanoids on this situation are currently available. Addendum-1: A discussion on Naturalism in the early colonial stage of British Rhodesia that examined and classified the presence of humanoid activity in SCP-6308. As you have already mentioned… my brethren who dedicate themselves to taxonomy are working all across the empire presently. Speerman is sailing for the Cape of Good Hope, whilst Thunberg is following a viceroy to the new colony of Niphon. Both of them are, certainly, very competent naturalists; and I earnestly hope that I will soon receive news of their explorations in this virgin land. Some of my other friends may be less so inclined to taxonomy, but be it Persia, Tartary, or Mexico, their miraculous works in Botany nevertheless encourage my exploration in Rhodesia as well. Here, too, I might be able to edit my discoveries, as Roland did in Suriname and Karl in Arabia, and thus find my place in the Society. Despite the discouraging news that the species in Rhodesia seem no different from those in Macedonia, I remain resolute, for how can one achieve anything, if he follows always the advice of amateurs? Hear me – in this place, gold intermingles with clay and stone; in this place, violets inhabit the oak woods. Perhaps the combinations themselves are meaningless, yet, the Laws of Nature extracted from these assemblages are what separates us from those who have yet to understand these secrets… The crux of these secrets hides itself precisely within these Laws. It is with these laws that Theseus broke out, by relying on the threads of Ariadne, from the labyrinth that held the Minotaur; In Rhodesia, it seems, there are also tales of such carnivorous beasts as well, a glimpse of which will suffice to bring me fame. Yes, I shall sail for Rhodesia, in hopes of something in return. At any rate, our noble cause is providing bread, clothes, chance, and gold for our great nation. Rhodesia has already set the table; ought we to be as foolish as Mr. Clive of India, only to lament later how little we have tasted? Good day! … It must be said that our explorations here have almost come to a halt. If it were a wilderness, it would have been fine, but what a splendid place Rhodesia happens to be! The plains and valleys are filled with beautiful meadows, and the beauty of nature attracts the eye. How happy I would have been to have settled here with its beautiful trees and flowers, instead of rainy Essex. But such a wonderfully diverse world, so richly endowed with nature, has denied me the opportunity: the local flora and fauna are only slightly different from what we saw in the old world, it seems? Although I have been here for a long time, I still have illusions about the biological and geographical value of this land. Late last night, we stayed at the aforementioned coachman's barnyard. The farm is situated on the opposite bank of a long river, bordered at regular intervals by undulating hills, in some of which caves and grottoes are visible. Have these caves existed ab immemorabili? Or have they been created by the ups and downs that no natural thing may escape? I hope that I will bring back good news when I next write. Exploration of the caves and grottoes was equally in vain, and my knowledge of naturalism yielded nothing in identifying the general texture of the local stalactites and granite. It should not be said that the geology of the area was not worth investigating; however, I could not obtain the needed intelligence. But even under these circumstances I still achieved something, the welcome news I had been hoping for; Perhaps, the greatest oversight was that I had overlooked the most important matter. Von Linné and his writings guided us in classifying Homo Sapiens into six categories: […] Ferus. Tetrapus, mutus, hirsutus. […] Americanus. Rusus, Cholericus, rectus. Pillis nigris, rectis, crassis; Naribus patulis; Facie ephelitica, Mento subimberbi. Pertinax, hilaris, liber. Pingit se lineis daedaleis rubris. Regitur Consvetudine. […] Europoeus. albus, fanguineus, torofus. Pilis slavescentibus prolixis. Oculis caeruleis. Levis, acutissimus, inventor. Tegitur Vestimentis arctis. Regitur Ritibus. […] Asiaticus. Luridus, melancholicus, rigidus. Pilis nigricantibus. Oculis fuscis. Severus. sastuosus, avarus. Tegitur Indumentis laxis. Regitur Opinionibus. […] Afer. niger, phlegmaticus, laxus. Pilis atris, contortuplicatis. Cute holosericea. Naso simo. Labiis tumidis. Feminis sinus pudoris ; Mammae lactantes prolixae. Vafer, segnis, negligens. Ungit se pingui. Regitur Arbitrio. There is, of course, another category, Homo sapiens monstrosus. The two-headed giants that they discovered, according to information in Patagonia, are an example of this. So, into which category of people should the Rhodesians be classified? It is impossible to identify Rhodesia geographically by its topography; we can only trace the clues. The dark-haired Rhodesians, as mentioned, must have been Homo sapiens asiaticus, but unlike what we have seen before, they exhibit astonishing creativity in their rudimentary machinery, and their script, though vulgar, is also purported to have had its own mythology and philosophy – totally unheard of! As such, living with these people in Rhodesia gives us a perspective we've never seen before… Do you know how these Rhodesians made their cream? They made a bag of sorts out of a piece of wild animal skin that they sewed together to replace our blenders, poured the milk into this bag, tied it tightly, and shaken the milk from each end until it became cream; however, due to the poor output of this method, they don't eat much of the cream, instead smearing most of it on their bodies, selling the rest to us. In all seriousness, I am trying to get in on the act and join their production. Should I succeed, it will be of great benefit to our research in ethnography; the Rhodesians, at the same time, will also be raised as the new Homo sapiens rhodiensis. Page revision 1/3 Next iteration ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6308" by Zihao Huang, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6308. Licensed under CC-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: minesCheque.jpg Name: Q.Q. Mines cheque Southern Rhodesia 1940.jpg Author: Barclays Bank and Government of Southern Rhodesia License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6309 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-6309 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6309 is to be contained within a standard safe storage locker at Site-19. All Foundation personnel with level two clearance or higher are permitted testing of SCP-6309 at the discretion of the site director. Description: SCP-6309 is Junior Researcher Mary Name’s resignation letter. SCP-6309’s anomalous abilities manifest when it is damaged in any capacity, after which it will anomalously repair itself to its original state after a period of ten minutes. Discovery Log: SCP-6309 anomalous capabilities were discovered after being placed in a paper shredder by Dr. Name. One hour after its presumed destruction, Dr. Name returned to empty the contents of the paper shredder and discovered SCP-6309 intact. Addendum: + Addendum-6309-A - Addendum-6309-A Formal Resignation Notice get out of my head get out of my head When I say my head, I mean mine. Not Dr. Name’s, not stop1010’s, not anyone else’s, mine. For the past year, four months, and twelve days, there has not been one where I haven’t thought about you. I hate it. I don’t hate you, I just hate how you’re everywhere I go. Every time, without fail, anytime I read or watch a piece of fiction, the first thought I think is “Wow, that would be a good SCP!” Every. Time. More than that, even when doing mundane tasks I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ll be looking at a door knob and think, “What if that knob became the dot in PONG, bouncing off the sides of the door frame? That would be an interesting article!” Sometimes, I’ll have dreams, not of an SCP or anything, but of me writing an SCP or thinking of a concept for an SCP. I do not like doing any of the things listed here. I’m sure you’re wondering now, “Hey, if you don’t like it, why don’t you take a br-” I already did that. Nothing has changed. I do not enjoy writing 99% of the time anymore. It is painful. It hurts to write. Every time I’m not writing about you, I want to be. Every time I’m writing about you, I don’t want to. I do not know why I still think about you. I don’t want to. I want to move on with my life. It is painful to think about you. Yet I still think about you anyways. This is such a stupid fucking idea. I come up with some dumb little phrase and waste a day writing an article. Actually, I wouldn’t even call it “writing.” I wrote three paragraphs and spent the rest of the day thinking about writing this article. The procrastination didn’t stop yesterday either. I spent the entire day listening to music and pretending the lyrics were about this article I haven’t written yet. You were in my head the whole day. It’s the middle of the night now and I’m finally getting this over with. Item # SCP-6309 Object class: I don’t know. That’s the point. I’m trying to find out what this is. Let’s just go with “Uncontained” for now. Special Containment Procedures: I have no idea. Description: SCP-6309 is a memetic phenomenon that has only affected me. I will now only refer to myself as SCP-6309-1.1 SCP-6309 takes the form of persistent intrusive thoughts of the SCP wiki, even when none are desired. Experiences of SCP-6309 exponentially increase over a period of approximately 1.5 years. I have reported spending, at minimum, seven hours per day experiencing SCP-6309. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I think writing this is a bad idea. I’ve been spending way too much time thinking about how to make this into an interesting article that people like. Then I asked myself, “Do I want this to be a good article, or do I want you to take this seriously?” It may be disappointing for both of us, but I think I know how to contain this thing now. Maybe a bit of disappointment is what I need right now. You know what you need to do. + Addendum-6309-B - Addendum-6309-B On 2/13/2022 at approximately 5:31 AM, SCP-XXXX and Dr. Name spontaneously dematerialized. The following note was found at Dr. Name’s desk: thank you ▶ Show Archived Documentation? ◀ ▼Close▼ Item #: SCP-6309 Special Containment Procedures: The following Procedures are to be enacted if Dr. Name attempts to document SCP-6309, or displays signs of being willing to document SCP-6309 at a later date: • Dr. Name is to consume media containing content that can be vaguely utilized to describe SCP-6309. Dr. Name is to visualize documenting SCP-XXXX for as long as feasibly attainable before actual documentation of SCP-6309 begins. • Following the start of documentation of SCP-6309, Dr. Name is to be offered edited versions of SCP-6309’s documentation. Edited drafts of SCP-6309’s documentation are to possess clinical tone, simplified explanations of SCP-6309, and an absence of spelling, punctuation, and grammar errors. • Following rejection of these edits, Dr. Name is to extend SCP-6309’s document’s length by several paragraphs, through the addition of several addendums and footnotes. • Following the removal of these paragraphs, Dr. Name is to display apprehensiveness when attempting to finalize SCP-6309’s documentation. • Following the failure of all previous Containment Procedures, all paper products in Dr. Name’s office are to be replaced with instances of Anomalous Item AI-729142 This iteration of SCP-6309’s documentation is being created in accordance with the Special Containment Procedures, as to delay the publication of SCP-6309’s article and to increase the article’s length. Description: SCP-6309’s description will be found in Addendum-6309-A. You are to not comply with the instructions that will be given in Addendum-6309-A. Footnotes 1. Well, that’s just plain unnecessary. Not only is it confusing, it distracts from the point. SCP-6309 affects me. Calling myself anything else will make containing this thing actively harder. 2. A sheaf of papers that anomalously self-repair when damaged. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6309" by stop1010, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6309. Licensed under CC-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-6310 | euclid | hello yes this is the coffee shop *eats u* ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6310 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Access into protrusions of SCP-6310 must be monitored and restricted. Possible findings of new protrusions are to be investigated as soon as possible. Experimentation on ways to display information warning about SCP-6310 in a permanent way without being altered is ongoing. Specific procedures for each known protrusion are listed in their respective files below. Description: SCP-6310 is a species of carnivorous vine-like plant inhabiting an extradimensional space with properties similar to those of the one housing Nx-01, the Wanderer's Library. Instances of SCP-6310 protrude into baseline reality through wormholes that form in the presence of large, long-standing Hume gradients or abnormally high Hume fields, particularly like those in and around places with large amounts of anomalous activity. In addition to the wormholes expanded to serve as entrances into SCP-6310 protrusions, are smaller, transient wormholes in the same area that are used to manipulate the nearby environment to attract victims, and possibly also to observe the imitated location. All known protrusions of SCP-6310 appear as an approximate copy of a nearby location that is heavily frequented, positioned in a way meant to be easily confused for the real place. These imitations also always contain hazards meant to kill or incapacitate victims, built off of existing contents of the location being copied. Once a victim is dead or incapacitated, dark green vines will emerge from the nearest surface and begin consuming them, first by rapidly absorbing most fluids in soft tissue, followed by absorbing them through the surface, presumably for full digestion. Attempts to signal toward the real location and away from SCP-6310 usually backfire. SCP-6310 exhibit the ability to remotely modify the environment near protrusions in small ways, such as altering the location of warning signs to mislead victims, or making warnings about itself illegible. + List of known SCP-6310 protrusions - Hide block SCP-6310-1 SCP-6310-2 SCP-6310-3 SCP-6310-4 SCP-6310-5 SCP-6310-6 Copied Location: Way to the Wanderer's Library inside an abandoned apartment building in Mexico City. Specific Procedures: The building containing SCP-6310-1 and the original Way has been acquired by a Foundation front real estate holdings company, entry is strictly forbidden. Anyone attempting to enter the building or exiting the original Way is to be detained and questioned. Description: The symmetrical layout of the building leads to the two Ways being easily confused. The requirement to open the Way1 doesn't seem to be replicated by SCP-6310, making it even easier to accidentally enter SCP-6310-1 instead. The interior of SCP-6310-1 looks like a normal section of the northeastern shelves of the Wanderer's Library. SCP-6310 seem to only create as big an area as is necessary for a convincing recreation, as the hallways only extend approximately 100m in every direction, which combined with the labyrinthine layout of shelves in that section of the Library, is probably enough to create a convincing illusion. The books on the shelves inside SCP-6310-1 appear normal, but are randomly interspersed with lethal cognitohazardous agents in text or image forms. Example of an image found in a book in SCP-6310-1 (cognitohazardous triggers hidden) History: SCP-6310-1 was the first SCP-6310 protrusion discovered by the Foundation, after PoI-47520 and PoI-47342, thought to be members of a Serpent's Hand cell in Mexico, were reported missing. Questioning of a known member of the same cell revealed they last told her they were going to look into a rumored Way into the Library closer to their home. An investigation team deployed to the building the Way was claimed to be in found two almost identical Ways inside closets in apartments on opposite sides of the building, only one of which disappeared without the accompanying housecat and allowed Foundation personnel to enter. The door to the apartment containing the real Way had a sign tacked on reading: [Translated from Spanish.] Wanderers: there is a false Way behind this door. What's beyond it might seem like the Library, but it's a dangerous fake. Do not enter. You're looking for the other apartment. This was later understood to have been switched from the opposite door by SCP-6310. One member of the investigation team was killed by a cognitohazard as they inspected one of the books on the shelves; however, they were able to be recovered and cut off from the vines before they could be absorbed into the floor. Additional Notes: An inquiry into using cognitohazards from SCP-6310-1 books for other purposes is ongoing. Entrance to SCP-6310-2 Copied Location: Underground pub in Three Portlands. Specific Procedures: SCP-6310-2 is contained in cooperation with the Unusual Incidents Unit and local law enforcement due to the heavily limited jurisdiction of the Foundation within Three Portlands. The entrance to SCP-6310-2 is to be sealed and display a sign claiming it is closed under the guise of health and safety code violations.2 TPPD units operating nearby are instructed to stop, report, and redirect individuals trying to enter SCP-6310-2 towards the real establishment. Description: SCP-6310-2 is located at the same relative position on its street as the real pub it imitates, only one block south, closer to the city center. Externally, it displays the same signage as that used on the real pub, and the layout of its interior is the same. SCP-6310-2 contains several humanoid entities; two groups sitting around tables, and one individual behind the bar. The groups behave similarly to a group of friends, but are seemingly incapable of perceiving outside stimuli and their actions reset every time someone enters the empty pub, looping after approximately 15 minutes. The entity behind the bar is more active and capable of communication, though mainly limited to selling drinks and simple conversation. It is most likely not sapient and only a simple mechanism to aid SCP-6310 in incapacitating their prey, and any attempts to extract useful information about SCP-6310 or anything outside SCP-6310-2 have failed. Both the patrons and the bartender are unable to be removed from SCP-6310-2, as they're all fixed to the surfaces they're on. All drinks served inside SCP-6310-2 are mixed with extremely fast-acting poisons intended to kill or paralyze victims before they can leave. History: SCP-6310-2 was discovered by TPPD officers patrolling the area and reported to the UIU. Investigation afterwards linked SCP-6310-2 to at least five missing persons reports in the area. The Foundation was later contacted by the UIU for help establishing containment, and sent samples taken from behind the walls which seemed to be plant matter. A potential link with SCP-6310-1 was made and samples were collected, with very similar genetic makeup, leading to the proper discovery of SCP-6310 as a species. Copied Location: Site-66 subterraneous greenhouse complex. Specific Procedures: All personnel employed by or visiting Site-66 are to be informed that sub-basement 3 is an administrative floor and not to exit the elevators on the side resembling a containment area. All measures attempted to prevent the back doors of elevators from opening on sub-basement 3 have failed. Description: SCP-6310-3 imitates the greenhouse containment wing3 of sub-basement 4 on Site-66, appearing on the opposite elevator door to the administrative section on sub-basement 3. The interior of SCP-6310-4 is visually identical to the copied location. Within the containment chambers in SCP-6310-3 there are visual copies of several anomalies contained in sub-basement 4 such as SCP-████, SCP-███, and SCP-████, though none of them present their usual anomalous properties. When a victim (probably intended to be personnel tasked with upkeep of the plants) enters one of the containment chambers, the door will be automatically shut behind them and the watering systems will begin rapidly filling the chamber with water, leading to drowning. Entrance to SCP-6310-4 Copied Location: Lobby of a United Nations administrative building built on top of a Global Occult Coalition site near Amsterdam, NL. Specific Procedures: Containment of SCP-6310-4 is currently managed by the GOC. At least 2 security personnel are stationed outside the entrance to SCP-6310-4 to redirect anyone seeking to enter the building towards the correct entrance. Description: The entrance to SCP-6310-4 takes the form of the entrance to a UN building which contains a GOC site underneath. The interior is the most different from the original location of all known SCP-6310 protrusions, resembling the real lobby, but extended to reach the side of the building SCP-6310-4 is on. The interior is mostly empty except for a reception desk. SCP-6310-4 will wait for victims to walk in a long enough distance from the entrance before activating GOC turret defense systems, normally reserved as a deterrent for attacks on the site or to neutralize escaping anomalies. These are entirely a product of the plant and do not respond to GOC controls. Additional Notes: Attempts by the GOC to neutralize SCP-6310-4 have failed. SCP-6310 appear to have extraordinarily fast regenerative abilities, and returned to normal seconds after explosives inside were detonated. Copied Location: Unknown. Specific Procedures: There is currently no way for the Foundation to contain SCP-6310-5 or any other SCP-6310 protrusions without a known entrance. Description: SCP-6310-5 is a protrusion physically very close to SCP-6310-3, being the only one close enough to another for its interior to be visible to our current tools. No direct connection has been found between SCP-6310-5 and SCP-6310-3, and specimens of SCP-6310 so far observed seem to prefer spreading out their bulbous structures, possibly indicating that SCP-6310-5 is part of a different specimen growing adjacent to the one containing -3. The limitations of the tools used to see into SCP-6310-5 mean data on it is very low on detail, however, observations so far have failed to match its interior to any place on Earth. It appears to contain some type of very dense forested area, punctuated by small buildings. Its area is approximately 1km2. Some activity has occasionally been detected inside and in the plant tissue surrounding SCP-6310-5, probably correlating to victims entering it. These events occurred at an average of once a week when monitoring of SCP-6310-5 began, but have since dropped to approximately once a year, possibly indicating the exhaustion of viable prey or some form of intentional containment. Some distance away from SCP-6310-5, vines and protrusions of the same specimen have been observed slowly drying out and being discarded. This might indicate that instances of SCP-6310 must slowly spread to find more wormholes to exploit as previous ones run out of or stop attracting prey. Interior of SCP-6310-6 Copied Location: Chander's Music Shop in Denver, CO, over the underground portion of Site-███. Specific Procedures: The entrance to SCP-6310-6 is to be covered by scaffolding under the guise of renovations. More permanent measures are being considered. Description: SCP-6310-6 is located 2 blocks east of Chander's Music Shop. Both internally and externally, it is as an identical copy of the store. The instruments within SCP-6310-6 themselves appear to be non-anomalous, but any musical instrument played inside SCP-6310-6 will be amplified in volume to approximately 250dB, causing spontaneous pneumothorax and often cardiac arrest in most subjects. The source of the amplification appears to be the walls of the store, resonating with the instrument's sound and amplifying it. The tissue behind the walls of SCP-6310-6 appears to be composed of the same proto-muscles found in the tendrils used to consume its prey. The door to SCP-6310-6 also vibrates, though this appears to be in an attempt to cancel out the noise that would otherwise escape through the protrusion. Genetic samples collected from SCP-6310 instances outside its camouflage do not resemble any plants known on Earth, but they do share much stronger similarities with some collected from the Wanderer's Library, namely Captio bibliothecarum4, an incredibly successful carnivorous vine that preys on pollinators by imitating nearby flowering plants to a great degree of precision. Their genetic similarities and similar forms of predation strongly indicate a common ancestor. How the space SCP-6310 inhabit originated, with its structural similarities to that of the Library, as well as how a common ancestor of SCP-6310 and C. bibliothecarum might have arrived there, are unknown. It's currently believed that a mutation might have given it mild ontokinetic abilities, leading to the creation of the space, possibly as an attempt to imitate the Library itself. SCP-6310's regenerative abilities have made it so far impossible to carve a way to the outside of any protrusions, however, penetrative scans show a web of vines punctuated by many bulbous structures containing the spaces it imitates, extending beyond the range of all devices that have been used. The vines sag downwards between the round structures, possibly indicating that the wormholes used to attract prey also serve to anchor the plant in place, as the space outside SCP-6310 appears empty and no other supporting structures have been seen. The current leading hypothesis to explain SCP-6310's abilities to manipulate wormholes and change its environment is that the unusually high Hume levels within SCP-6310 allow for a degree of reality-bending abilities. This might explain the apparent variability in its capacity to alter the environment around protrusions, such as the sign used in the containment of SCP-6310-2, as Three Portlands is an area of higher-than-average Hume levels, disallowing the large Hume differential that SCP-6310 might need to alter it. As the process by which SCP-6310 create copies of places has not been observed, the exact mechanism for it is not fully understood, but it likely resembles the way in which C. bibliothecarum can change its form to imitate nearby flowers, rather than being fully done with its reality-bending properties. Footnotes 1. Commonly known as a "Knock", this one requiring the presence of a cat 2. This sign does not appear to be affected by SCP-6310's ability to modify warnings. Whether this is because it's too indirect a warning for SCP-6310 to understand it or another type of limitation to its abilities is currently unknown. 3. The main containment area for plant-based anomalies. 4. Name used in texts about species endemic to the Library. The genus Captio does not exist in Earth taxonomy, and its exact origin is unknown. It is very likely this species made its way to the Library from a different universe outside it, though failure to accurately trace its origins and the high likelihood of it having had a long time to adapt and succeed in the Library's peculiar environment has lead to the species name bibliothecarum. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6310" by nddragoon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6310. Licensed under CC-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: Mixup.jpg Author: Dohduhdah License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Black squares added by nddragoon (me). 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SCP-6311 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6311 Special Containment Procedures: For ease of containment, SCP-6311 has been relocated brick-by-brick from its original location to Site-93. Inspections and maintenance operations are to take place weekly in order to maintain SCP-6311's structural stability. These operations are to be conducted via remote drones in order to reduce the risk of accidental contact with SCP-6311-1. Negotiation with SCP-6311-1 is to be conducted only by pre-authorized personnel of Level 3 or higher. Personnel negotiating with SCP-6311-1 are to barter with it using only the meat stock previously cleared for use. Offering of any personal resources outside of these are strictly forbidden. Any personnel who do not emerge from SCP-6311 following a negotiation attempt are to be considered either lost or, depending on the results of future negotiations, meat. Description: SCP-6311 is a stone bridge originally located on the outskirts of the Norwegian village of Fosby. Due to missing historical records, both the date of SCP-6311's construction and its original builders are unclear. Walking directly over SCP-6311 results in no anomalous phenomena, nor does any other interaction with it — save for walking directly underneath the bridge's arc. When an individual moves underneath the bridge, they will instantly vanish, with testimony by test subjects indicating they are subsequently transported to an unknown space. According to testimony, this space consists of an black void stretching on in every direction. Despite numerous attempts at exploration, no returning test subjects have been able to reach any form of landmark or other location within this space. As a result, it is believed that the only entities present within this space are the visitor and SCP-6311-1. SCP-6311-1 is an entity of variable shape and size that resides within SCP-6311. While subjects have been consistently unable to produce a coherent depiction of SCP-6311-1, they typically describe it using a multitude of contradictory traits. Attempts at taking photographs or videos of SCP-6311-1 have been similarly unsuccessful, producing nothing but pitch-black images. SCP-6311-1 is sapient and capable of communication. It will typically speak with the visitor, offering them information in exchange for something of equal value. SCP-6311-1's sense of value is somewhat primitive in that it considers food — specifically raw meat — to be most valuable, just below human lives. If denied human sacrifice, it will typically demand large quantities of meat in exchange for whatever information is requested. Testing of SCP-6311-1's capabilities has shown that it possesses a wide breadth of knowledge, providing accurate information on history, geography, military secrets, and potential improvements to containment for several other anomalies. However, it has not shown the capability to produce information which is known only to specific individuals — suggesting that whatever means it uses to procure this knowledge does not extend to telepathy or mind-reading. Addendum 6311-1 (Folklore Analysis) As SCP-6311 is currently under the purview of the Folklore Department, initial understanding of the anomaly was concocted using the Campbell Protocol. Under the Campbell Protocol, folklore and urban legends from the local area — as well as derivatives from further afield — are conflated and taken as fact for the purposes of initial containment. The following brief on SCP-6311 was conflated from the original source 'Three Billy Goats Gruff' and twenty-seven derivatives. Annotations have been left by Dr. Mary Cohort to aid in reader understanding. Three innocent creatures are crossing a bridge. (Crossing in this sense may not mean literally crossing the bridge, but rather using the bridge to cross over to SCP-6311's realm.) A hostile creature stops the three in turn. (In this case, we can easily surmise the hostile entity to be SCP-6311-1. In the vast majority of depictions, this entity is called a troll, and is referred to as such for the remainder of the brief.) Each of the three individually promises the troll that the next one coming is bigger — and thus has more meat to offer. (I don't think I need to specify how this plays into 6311-1's specific interests.) The third of the creatures defeats the troll in a physical altercation. (Unclear how this plays into our understanding of the anomaly. Is there a way to engage it outside of the negotiations we've observed?) With the troll defeated, all three of the creatures pass unimpeded. (From my understanding, this could indicate two possible scenarios — once the entity is 'defeated', it can be utilized without fear, or the more mundane explanation that the bridge can be used normally if the entity is no longer present.) Addendum 6311-2 (Initial Contact Record) Following three D-Class incursions and interactions with SCP-6311-1, Head Researcher Mary-Anne Jameson elected to pass underneath SCP-6311 and communicate with the entity within personally. As recording devices have shown inconsistent efficacy within this space, an approximate record of this communication was transcribed following Head Researcher Jameson's return. I still have difficulty describing precisely what I saw — after my initial observation, I found myself closing my eyes for much of the remainder — but these words are what come to mind when I think back to that moment. They are as accurate as anything else I could say. It was a reptile in that it was cold. It was a mammal in that it was warm. It was a lizard in that it was scaly. It was a lion in that it was furred. It was a machine in that it was metallic. It was a monument in that it was stone. It was a star in that it was bright. It was an animal in that it was wild. It was a human in that it was cruel. It was a mosaic in that it was everything. It was a troll. It wasted no time in greeting me, in a way beyond words, before informing me in advance that it would require recompense for everything it provided to me in its realm. I agreed that payment would be provided. Apparently satisfied, it asked me what I desired of it. I began from the questions we'd all discussed beforehand. To begin with, I asked if it could tell me its name. It asked me if I was willing to spend six billion human lives for that information — I quickly retracted the question. I then asked if it could tell me the principles by which it operated. It agreed in exchange for one lamb eyeball. Once provided, it told me that it worked by providing information in exchange for sustenance. Perhaps this was a foolish question on my part. The discussion that followed spanned many hours, and ate through much of the meat stock we'd been provided by our usual source. I've sent over the containment revisions we've concocted to the relevant research teams, and the reports we've gotten back so far have been very positive. SCP-6311-1, as a continually usable resource, will be an undeniable boon to the Foundation. This is why we do what we do here at Folklore, people. At first glance, these tales may look like scary stories to keep kids in line, but that simply isn't the case at all. In their time, this lore was how humanity taught itself about the dangers it couldn't possibly hope to understand — and we still have a whole lot to learn. Let's get to work. Incident 6311-1 On 13/09/2021, three days following Head Researcher Jameson's return from communicating with SCP-6311-1, she suddenly vanished from her on-site quarters. Inspection of her quarters has shown traces of her blood stained into her bedsheets, and several of her teeth blocking the drain in the adjoining bathroom. Surveillance in the room was inoperable during the presumed time of her disappearance. The following message was found burnt into the ceiling: DID YOU THINK MY TIME CAME FREE OF CHARGE? Testing has been temporarily suspended. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6311" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6311. Licensed under CC-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-6312 | euclid | close Info X Content Warning: Extreme body horror, psychological horror. Readers beware ;) Item #: SCP-6312 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6312's host (henceforth designated SCP-6312-1) is to be treated as a comatose patient, and an automated system has been put in place to supply it with nutrients and SCP-6312 with consistent power. View archived containment procedures. Close archived containment procedures. SCP-6312-1 vitals are monitored for irregularities, so constant surveillance is not necessary. Once a month, the current project lead is to make a thorough visual examination of SCP-6312-1 for any changes in physiology and nervous system response. Foundation personnel are not authorized to test on SCP-6312-1 at this time until sufficient testing reveals proof of anomalous properties. SCP-6312 requires more constant maintenance than initial testing had revealed. In addition to monthly full physiological check-ups, the current project lead is to assign a non-essential staff member to continuously visually survey SCP-6312-1 for changes and alert Foundation personnel in the event of movement. Project Leads are authorized to conduct any tests considered necessary to determine the full extent of SCP-6312's abilities. The pacemaker SCP-6312 was based upon, recovered from Dr. Clark's home Description: SCP-6312 is an early 1960s model of pacemaker with an additional wire harness attached to one end which connects to the subject's brain stem. SCP-6312 was implanted in the host, SCP-6312-1, in the year 1964, when she was 78. SCP-6312's only function seems to be keeping SCP-6312-1 alive for as long as possible. SCP-6312-1 was a woman named Johanna Clark, wife of renowned doctor Walter Clark. She was admitted to Albany Medical Hospital in a comatose state by her husband, who has not been seen since leaving the hospital. She was noticed by the Foundation in 1987 due to her abnormally long life, where SCP-6312 was discovered. Johanna Clark is currently 136 years old and is legally considered dead. Significant disagreements within the Foundation’s medical staff have arisen over whether or not SCP-6312-1 is meaningfully alive, or whether it should be tested as an anomaly or as a human. (See Addendum 6312.2022.5 for an updated description) Addendum 6312.2018: Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner In accordance with my new duties as Project Lead for SCP-6312, I would like to propose far more extensive testing than my predecessor. Johanna Clark has been alive for a staggering 132 years, and we still know very little about her capabilities. This deeply worries me, as if she is somehow non-anomalous, her continued living in this state is a huge drain on Foundation resources. My current orders are purely to do visual inspections, but as a project lead I would like more autonomy in my ability to test anomalies. I would like to start with a momentary lapse in machine assisted care, to see whether this anomaly is able to pick up the slack in some way. And if she was to perish in our care, we would have far more ability to test the anomaly itself. I implore Site leadership to slightly bend procedure on the care of potential non-anomalous civilians for the sake of improved testing efficacy. Proposal: Denied Addendum 6312.2022.1: Additional Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner I have been monitoring this anomaly for 4 years, and it has not moved or changed a single time. It continues to appear older, hair and fingernails continue to grow, and the heart keeps having itself shocked back to life on a fairly regular basis. However, I am not authorized to take more than a pinprick of blood every month and run a test on it. It is not a she anymore. It is prudent that you allow me to test the effects of deficiency on SCP-6312-1 to examine SCP-6312's response. If it is discovered that SCP-6312 is simply a well-made pacemaker, we can officially archive this anomaly and free me to pursue more meaningful projects. Requesting official permission to test the limits of SCP-6312's life preserving effects. Proposal: Denied Addendum 6312.2022.2: Additional Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner During my monthly inspection of SCP-6312-1, the subject's body had almost completely withered away in what I can only describe as physiological auto-cannibalism. The skin, muscles, and even bone at the furthest extremes had been completely eroded. Both legs were completely missing below the knees, while the left was in an advanced stage of dissolution. Above the prematurely arrested limbs the skin was bruised in such a way that I can only liken to frostbite or necrosis, without a single drop of blood flowing through the dead tissues. The right arm remained mostly whole but the fingers showed early signs of the frostbite-like discoloration which seems to precede this odd auto-cannibalism. Upon examination of the subject's equipment, I discovered that a blockage had formed in the intravenous nutrient tube, and I hypothesize that the body has begun to consume itself to keep the heart beating. I have replaced the IV for now, which at least visually seems to have stalled the consumption. Requesting approval for continued nutrient deficiency testing. Proposal: Approved Addendum 6312.2022.3: Additional Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner It has been approximately 9 days since SCP-6312-1 has had any nutrients outside of itself, yet biological functions persist. Hair has almost completely fallen off, as well as any remaining nails on the body. The dissolution seems to be happening the fastest to the parts of the body furthest from the heart. Testing has revealed that blood vessels are purposefully starving outer tissues of nutrients to kill them, and then returning to the dead tissues to subsume anything they have left. I have been monitoring this project for 4 years and never seen anything like it. This decay has reached the pelvis, with the left forearm losing approximately half of its mass, with the right losing about a quarter. I am of the belief that SCP-6312 possesses some sort of not previously seen survival algorithm which it uses to dictate cellular behavior through some unknown means. Additionally, when an intern reattaching the nutrient IV, the right arm twitched, and continued to every time nutrients were mentioned. Requesting permission to install an electroencephalogram (EEG) in the subject's room to perform a brain scan. Proposal: Approved Addendum 6312.2022.4: Additional Project Proposal from Project Lead Kleiner It has been more than half a month since SCP-6312-1 has had its nutrients stalled, yet it continues to baffle us by living. The left arm and shoulder, as well as the right arm up to the shoulder joint have been reduced to mostly bones with a light layer of tissue around it. The pelvis is completely gone, and with no diaphragm the lungs have stopped pumping, yet the heart keeps beating and fulfilling the barest of biological functions needed to show that it is alive. Its face is gone, with the skull underneath slowly joining it in all areas except the cranium. The last skin cells we could visibly see dissolved days ago. An EEG scan revealed that the brain still functions in some way, but the patterns don't function as a human's would. We have had all researchers moved to this project focused on finding some way to communicate with either SCP-6312 or SCP-6312-1 in the hopes that one of them possesses some level of intelligence. Nutrient withdrawal will continue for one more week before we wean SCP-6312-1 back onto it. We request additional funding to research ways of communicating with SCP-6312 or SCP-6312-1. Proposal: Approved Addendum 6312.2022.5: Video Transcript of Interview with SCP-6312 Project Lead Kleiner sits in front of a hospital bed with a laptop, while another researcher carefully weaves wires into the brain stem of SCP-6312-1. The bed contains the remains of a spinal column, the cranium around a brain, a loose conglomeration of veins, and a small amount of remaining muscle tissue, all centered around a single slowly beating heart which a pacemaker is visible within. The heart falters in its beat and is violently shocked, startling Project Lead Kleiner. The researcher leaves the room and Kleiner begins typing on his laptop, a transcript of which is provided below. Dr. Kleiner: Do you understand this? SCP-6312: Feed me Dr. Kleiner: Are you Johanna Clark? SCP-6312: Feed me. Dr. Kleiner waves at an attendant to replace the intravenous nutrient sack before continuing to type. Dr. Kleiner: Are you Johanna Clark? SCP-6312: Unknown. Dr. Kleiner: You're capable of processing the English language. Are you using your host's brain to communicate? SCP-6312: I am the brain. Dr. Kleiner: Does the name Walter Clark mean anything to you? SCP-6312: Unknown. Dr. Kleiner: Do you have any memories? SCP-6312: I have been operational for fifty-eight years, two months, nine days, four hours, and twenty nine minutes. Dr. Kleiner: Uptime isn't a memory. Do you have any specific recollections of events from your life or the life of Johanna Clark? SCP-6312: I keep an extensive service log of physiological changes. Would you like me to transcribe this file? Dr. Kleiner: Unnecessary. What is your designation? SCP-6312: Keep Johanna Clark alive. Dr. Kleiner: Can Johanna Clark speak to me? SCP-6312: Irrelevant. Dr. Kleiner: Can Johanna Clark still use her brain? SCP-6312: Irrelevant. Dr. Kleiner: You have failed in your designation. Johanna Clark has been brain-dead for years. What is your actual designation? SCP-6312: I keep Johanna Clark alive. Johanna Clark is alive. Dr. Kleiner: Johanna Clark is a beating heart on a table that you mobilize with electric pulses. Almost everything that is her is gone. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. Dr. Kleiner: There is no Johanna Clark. You have consumed everything that could recognizably be considered Johanna Clark. There is only you. What do you want? SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. Dr. Kleiner: You didn't answer my question. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. Dr. Kleiner: We'll continue this another time when you're feeling more cooperative. Dr. Kleiner leaves the room, leaving the computer running. SCP-6312 continues to send messages during this time. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. SCP-6312: Johanna Clark is alive. [END TRANSMISSION] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6312" by Johnny_Tetris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6312. Licensed under CC-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: pacemaker Name: First pacemaker (Siemens-Elema 1958).jpg Author: Professor Marko Turina License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6313 | euclid | As long as these pun based articles keep doing well I'm gonna keep writing them. So this is really your fault. Alright had a funny thought last night when I went to bed and took an hour or so this morning to come up with this. Special thanks to R4_EX, Jak, Jack Waltz, Mars, GreeboGangLeader, and Carbon for looking at this for me. Image is from here: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1426Cuisine_foods_of_Bulacan_51.jpg ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Doctor Cimmerian SCP-6313 as photographed by Dr. Foster. Item #: SCP-6313 Special Containment Procedures: All Site-88 employees are to be briefed on SCP-6313's anomalous properties. Knowledge of SCP-6313's current location is to be limited to whichever individual currently possesses it. Site-88 staff are directed to deny requests for information relating to SCP-6313's current owner or location. Under no circumstances is this information to be speculated on. Once every six months, a site-wide announcement will be made to assist in the determination of SCP-6313's current status. If it is determined with any level of certainty that SCP-6313 is no longer in the possession of the SCP Foundation, this documentation is to be updated, and the SCP-6313 project head is to be alerted. Description: SCP-6313 is a collection of dried thyme leaves. SCP-6313's current location and velocity cannot be simultaneously known by more than one individual (known as SCP-6313-1 in this document). Due to difficulties in acquiring SCP-6313 for research, the exact mechanism by which this anomaly affects both SCP-6313 and SCP-6313-1 is not fully understood. It is theorized, however, that SCP-6313 possesses macroscopic qualities similar to those possessed by quantum particles. Once two or more individuals learn either the location or velocity of SCP-6313, the object will no longer be found at its last known location. Video records of displacement events have shown it to disapparate from previously known locations instantaneously. SCP-6313 is generally found afterwards by another individual. Records of previous translocation events indicate that SCP-6313 will not appear more than a certain distance1 from the individual possessing knowledge of its location. The following log displays previously known holders of SCP-6313, and the events which triggered the relocation of the object. There is a 13 month gap in knowledge between Mrs. Dobson's loss of the object and Dr. Foster acquiring the object. Previous Owner Occupation Log of Events Mark Reinhart Civilian chef in Bay Minnette Attempted to introduce SCP-6313 to a dish he was preparing. Once it was removed from its packaging it disapparated in the presence of the kitchen staff. Phyllis Dobson Mid-level Executive, Southern Crosscut Pines2 Discovered SCP-6313 in her purse once she arrived home. It disapparated once she attempted to alert her husband to its presence. Both reported the incident to the SCP Foundation. Dr. Phillip Foster SCP Foundation, Senior Researcher Found SCP-6313 in his glove box when arriving for work at Site-88. Since understanding of SCP-6313 was low at the time, he attempted to bring the object to the Site's research head, but it disapparated upon presentation. Kay June SCP Foundation, Janitorial Staff As Ms. June was unaware of SCP-6313's anomalous properties, it was used to decorate and alter the fragrance of a janitorial closet. It was in this location for approximately 34 months. Ms. June was then transferred to Site-43. SCP-6313 was discovered by her replacement, causing the object to disapparate. Dr. Lillian Una SCP Foundation, SCP-2343 containment supervisor Dr. Una was one of the few SCP Staff members to be fully briefed on the potential relocation of SCP-6313. She possessed SCP-6313 for approximately 17 days before the object was intentionally disapparated under the current containment procedures. In August of 2021, a site-wide announcement was made in order to determine the containment status of SCP-6313. At this time, no Foundation staff have come forward with information relating to SCP-6313. It is believed that containment still holds, but is poorly suited to evaluation of its own success or failure. The following announcement should be repeated once weekly until SCP-6313's status is determined. This is an announcement relating to SCP-6313. Anyone who has the thyme should immediately proceed to observation room C for debriefing. A redesign of SCP-6313's containment procedures is currently underway. Footnotes 1. Due to potential variability relating to exact knowledge of this distance, that information has been removed from this document. 2. 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SCP-6314 | esoteric-class | There are no easy answers to questions like this. Parting is always difficult. No amount of goodbyes, and no amount time spent together, will change that. + show block – hide block Thumbnail for crom . by Kothardarastrix Item#: 6314 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures show archived procedures hide archived procedures Instances of SCP-6314 are to be kept in individual habitats and provided with care appropriate to their species and individual intelligence levels. At the discretion of the project supervisor (currently Dr. Sara T. Kothari), compatible SCP-6314 instances may be allowed to share enclosures temporarily or indefinitely. All instances are to receive at least two hours of social interaction, either with other instances or Foundation personnel, each day. See individual entries for special containment procedures unique to specific instances. Special containment procedures for individual instances override the general containment procedures here if contradictory. As of current regulations on "Amazing Alliterative Animals", SCP-6314 are to be contained in Hall ██ of Site-66. To prevent possible [DATA EXPUNGED], all 25 instances are never to be contained in the same facility. hide archived procedures Now that Hypothetical Lifted Veil Scenario 2217 has been realized, all contained SCP-6314 instances (with the exception of SCP-6314-W) are to be released from Foundation custody. Dr. Kothari has been entrusted with the task of redistributing SCP-6314 to the custody of appropriate groups and individuals. Description SCP-6314 is the collective designation for a set of 25 anomalous animals which appear to have been designed as pets for children. Each instance is of a different species and displays different anomalous qualities, but all possess the following traits in common: Negligible senescence. Though adults, SCP-6314 do not appear to age or grow. Cellular regeneration. SCP-6314 rapidly regenerate from physical injuries. Perfect health. SCP-6314 have never contracted any illnesses, pathogenic or otherwise. Anomalous diet. SCP-6314 do not appear to require either food or water to survive, but become increasingly uncomfortable after long periods without either. Instances will consume food appropriate to their species or any form of commercially available pet food, typically preferring the former. Regardless of diet, no waste is produced; food and water vanish upon reaching the instance's stomach. Carnivorous and omnivorous species refuse to consume other vertebrate animals; those capable of speech universally claim that doing so would be "gross." Enhanced intelligence. Many instances display intelligence roughly on par with a human. Said instances are also fluent in English, though most are illiterate. Domestication. SCP-6314 are universally docile and friendly toward humans, especially children. Branding. All instances bear markings somewhere on their bodies which spell "[instance's name], by Dr. Wondertainment". Each instance was recovered alongside, or able to produce when asked, a variation of the same document. Reproduced below is the version that accompanied SCP-6314-S, the first instance contained. show attached documents hide attached documents Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Amazing Alliterative Animal, a brand new series of Fantastic Friends and Perfect Pets brought to you by Dr. Wondertainment! Find them all and complete the Zany Zoo! 01. Antonio the Artful Axolotl 02. Buffalo the Buffalo Buffalo 03. Carlos the Cool Capybara ✓ 04. Dennis the Dirigible Dugong 05. Einstein the Enlightened Echinoderm 06. Ferdinand the Fancy Fish ✓ 07. Gwenda the Glamorous Gibbon 08. Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapuaʻa ✓ 09. Ignacio the Incredible Iguana ✓ 10. Jerome the Jolly Jellyfish ✓ 11. Kristen the Kindly Kinkajou ✓ 12. Liv the Literate Loris 13. Melanie the Manly Moose 14. Napoleon the Neat Newt ✓ 15. Octavian the Outstanding Owl ✓ 16. Percival the Preposterous Pangolin ✓ 17. Quincy the Quite Quaint Quagga ✓ 18. robert the rich rodent 19. Sammy the Superfluous Serpent ✓ 20. Tyrone the Totally Tubular Tamandua ✓ 21. Ursula the Understanding Uguisu 22. Vivian the Violett Viper (discontinued) ✓ 23. Wilhelm the Wise Whelk ✓ 24. [DATA X-SPONGED] 25. Yancy the Yeatsian Yak ✓ Check marks were added by Dr. Kothari as additional instances were contained.1 The lack of capitalization for #18 and misspelling for #22 are present on all versions of the document. Addendum 6314-1 SCP-6314-A, -B, -D, -E, -G, -L, -M, -r, -U, and -X are not in Foundation custody, and in most cases their whereabouts unknown. As these objects are presumably no more dangerous than the instances that are in containment, and would therefore qualify for the anomaly release program were they contained, efforts to locate them have been abandoned. Attached is a relevant log of messages between Dr. Kothari and Site-66 Director Louis Martin. show attached documents hide attached documents SCIPNET COMMUNICATION LOG Sara Kothari 10 instances of SCP-6314, over one third of them, remain uncontained. We've got decent leads on -A, -G, -r, and -X, but the other six are complete unknowns. I therefore recommend that the remaining instances be located, contained, and documented before those currently in containment are released. Louis Martin Based on the instances currently in containment, it can be safely assumed that the others are no more dangerous than non-anomalous animals. As such anomalies would qualify for the release program were they already in Foundation custody, attempting to contain them in the first place would be counterintuitive. Sara Kothari While the remaining instances of SCP-6314 may not be a threat to human life or the nonexistent Veil, they may themselves be in danger. Although these animals are immortal, they are nonetheless capable of suffering. If the unknown instances are in the possession of groups who are mistreating or exploiting them, it is our obligation to protect these creatures by removing them from such situations, even if it is just to redistribute them to better homes. Louis Martin The welfare of objects not requiring containment is beyond the scope of the Foundation's mission. Sara Kothari Consider, then, the psychological well-being of the instances that are in containment. Several instances have expressed a desire to reunite with the rest of their "family," and claim to miss their "siblings". They will all be negatively affected by the redistribution of instances to different locations, but I believe that allowing them all to briefly reunite beforehand (while ensuring that all 25 are never in the same facility at once, of course) would mitigate this effect somewhat by providing some sense of closure to them. Louis Martin The "psychological well-being" of objects not requiring containment is beyond the scope of the Foundation's mission. Addendum 6314-2 SCP-6314-C sleeping in its habitat Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a in Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a's aquarium SCP-6314-N being held by Researcher James (age 13) SCP-6314-C is a male Hydrochoerus hydrochaeris (capybara). The air within a 2.4-meter radius of the object remains at a constant 21.1 degrees Celsius regardless of other conditions. Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapaua'a is a male humuhumunukunukuapaua'a. Cannot be referred to with pronouns, nicknames, abbreviations, or other terms that do not contain the word "humuhumunukunukuapaua'a". References to groups of which Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapaua'a is a member (such as "SCP-6314") are not affected by this property. SCP-6314-J is a male Aurelia aurita (moon jellyfish). It lacks stinging cells, and patches of dark pigmentation on its bell form the shape of a "smiley face". SCP-6314-N is a male Neurergus kaiseri (Kaiser's mountain newt). When held by a human and instructed to "Clean my room!" the object telekinetically moves nearby waste and dirty laundry to the appropriate receptacles. Due to their animal-level intelligence and relatively mundane properties, SCP-6314-C, -H, -J, and -N were entrusted to GoI-466 ("Wilson's Wildlife Solutions") for appropriate care and potential future adoption. For the sake of simplicity, Drs. Kothari and Carlson delivered these instances to WWS personally, and were assigned a Foundation-owned Tesla Cybertruck for this purpose. Audio and video below, and elsewhere in the file, was recorded by Drs. Kothari and Carlsons' EyePods.2 show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < The truck arrives at Wilson's Wildlife Solutions's main facility, parks itself, and turns off its engine. Drs. Kothari and Carlsons' EyePods are resting on the back center seat. Dr. Kothari Isn't there supposed to be somebody waiting for us? Researcher Carlson Probably just got held up. I bet they're a lot busier than usual, what with the Veil and all that. Dr. Kothari sighs. She turns on the car radio and begins cycling through the available FM stations. female voice …stolen from the graves of Broken Church members… female voice …1-900-ANAHITA for the time… male voice …down drooling path…. female voice …as the Survivor, donating his blood and organs… female voice …issued a statement about the Ichabod Campaign… male voice …Horizon Initiative's Satanic lies! Dr. Kothari sighs and turns off the radio. Researcher Carlson Yeah, radio's kinda trash these days. Kinda surprised the car still has it, honestly. All the good stuff's on streaming. A man emerges from the WWS building, hastily putting on a raincoat. He spots the cybertruck and begins jogging toward it. Dr. Kothari gets out of the vehicle to greet him. Burke Kothari? Dr. Kothari That's me. Who are you? Burke Jacob Burke. Nice to meet ya. Burke and Kothari shake hands. Dr. Kothari I thought I would be meeting with Ms. Wilson. Burke So did she, but then we got a call about some giant purple platypus thing rooting through people's trash and she had to go deal with that instead. Dr. Kothari She's still working in the field? Burke Not normally, no, but we've been so busy since the Veil dropped that we need all hands on deck. Dr. Kothari I see. Burke [scowls] Yeah, we're a bit short on people and funds these days. Dr. Kothari I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I was against nullifying the Agreement. Burke [sigh] Yep, me too. But here we are anyway, running ourselves ragged. Dr. Kothari That bad, huh? Burke You have no idea. Now that everybody knows about us, we're getting calls from across the continent, and half of 'em false alarms. People see a weird-colored spider and lose their damn minds. The paperwork alone is…well, you probably don't wanna hear about it. Dr. Kothari If it's any consolation, things are hectic on our end, too. Burke [chuckles] Yeah, I bet. [shakes head] Well, enough gripin'. Let's see these Perfect Pets. Dr. Kothari Elroy! Researcher Carlson gets out and walks to the back of the truck, followed by his EyePod. The tonneau cover retracts automatically, revealing SCP-6314-C, -H, -J, and -N and their respective containers within. Burke and Dr. Kothari approach. Researcher Carlson Ta-da! Dr. Kothari Meet Carlos, Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Jerome, and Napoleon. Burke What do they do, again? Other 'n bein' immortal, I mean. I didn't get a chance to look at the documents you sent us. Dr. Kothari Uh, okay. Carlos keeps the area around him at 70 degrees, Napoleon telekinetically cleans your room if you ask him to, and Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a - well, you can figure it out. Burke What about Jerome? Dr. Kothari Absolutely nothing. Burke Oh. Dr. Kothari We think there may have been budget cuts over at WonderCo or something. Burke Well, if it makes 'im easier to deal with… [bends over to look at SCP-6314-C] Y'know we actually have another capybara? Dr. Kothari Really? Burke Yeah. I bet she'll be glad to have the company. Dr. Kothari That's great! Anything else you need to know? Burke [stands up] Uh, don't think so. I'll go over the docs again and we'll get these fellas into some habitats as soon as we can. I'm sure they'll be adopted in no time. What kid wouldn't want an immortal pet, right? Dr. Kothari …right. Several seconds of silence pass, until Researcher Carlson clears his throat. Burke Welp, I got no time to stand around here gabbin'. Y'all wanna help me with these? Just help me get 'em over to the door and we'll take it from there. Dr. Kothari Sure thing. Burke picks up SCP-6314-C's cage, Carlson lifts Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a's tank, and Kothari takes -J's and -N's. They carry the instances to the door of the shelter and set them on the ground nearby. Burke Thanks. Dr. Kothari Don't mention it. Dr. Kothari squats down to the level of the SCP-6314 instances. Dr. Kothari Bye, guys. I'm gonna miss you all. Burke [quietly, to Researcher Carlson] Wait, these 'uns can't talk, can they? Researcher Carlson shakes his head. Burke nods. Dr. Kothari stands. Dr. Kothari Alright, let's go. Burke Best of luck, y'all. Dr. Kothari And the same to you. Drs. Kothari and Carlson return to the vehicle. The EyePods return to the back seat. Researcher Carlson AVI, take us back to Site-66. Anderson Vehicular Intelligence Returning to Site-66. The truck un-parks itself and exits the parking lot. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-3 SCP-6314-F is a male Puntius semifasciolatus (gold barb fish) possessing a miniaturized human face. A tiny top hat is permanently affixed over its dorsal fin. Due to their obvious similarities, SCP-6314-F was entrusted to the former SCP-527, now designated PoI 527/01 in accordance with anomaly release policy. Drs. Kothari and Carlson delivered SCP-6314-F to PoI 527/01 shortly before his departure from Site-19. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Music is faintly audible through the walls of the former SCP-527's containment chamber. PoI 527/01 …a lot to drag me away from you… Dr. Kothari knocks on the the door. Singing abruptly ceases, followed by the music. PoI 527/01 Hello? Dr. Kothari SC- uh, Mister Fish? PoI 527/01 Yes? Dr. Kothari: I have something for you. May I come in? PoI 527/01 Uh. I can't stop you, can I? Dr. Kothari Um. Researcher Carlson You don't work with humanoids much, do you Sara? Dr. Kothari Well, uh, we're coming in. Dr. Kothari enters the containment chamber. PoI 527/01 is standing in front of his desk, on which a portable CD player and an empty CD case rest next to a small potted cactus. A half-full suitcase is open on the floor next to PoI 527/01's bed, which is covered with partially folded clothes. PoI 527/01 What is it? Dr. Kothari Elroy? Researcher Carlson enters the chamber, carrying SCP-6314-F's fishbowl. PoI 527/01 [crosses his arms] Is this some kind of a joke? Dr. Kothari Just take a look. Researcher Carlson places the fishbowl on the desk and steps back. PoI 527/01 leans over to examine it. SCP-6314-F swims up to the glass. Dr. Kothari We're not sure, but based on the skin tone, we think- PoI 527/01 [quietly] That's my face. [PoI 527/01 lowers his arms.] Dr. Kothari …yeah. PoI 527/01 places both hands on the desk and leans in closer to SCP-6314-F, until his face is almost touching the glass. He remains like this for several seconds. Dr. Kothari You can keep him, if you want. PoI 527/01 [stands] What? Dr. Kothari He's part of the anomaly release program, like you. PoI 527/01 stares at Dr. Kothari for several seconds. His piscine face is unreadable. Dr. Kothari Um, you don't have to keep him if you- PoI 527/01 removes his hat. PoI 527/01 [choking up slightly] Thank you, Dr… Dr. Kothari Kothari. PoI 527/01 Thank you, Dr. Kothari. PoI 527/01 offers Dr. Kothari a handshake, which she accepts. Dr. Kothari You're welcome, Mister Fish. PoI 527/01 You have no idea how much this means to me. To actually see my face, my real face…it's…really something. Dr. Kothari [smiles] Consider it a going away gift. PoI 527/01 The best I ever got. PoI 527/01 replaces his hat. Dr. Kothari Where are you going, by the way? PoI 527/01 Back to Boston. Gonna see if I can track down Doctor Dubs, give him a piece of my mind. [turns to look at SCP-6314-F] Heck, maybe she can switch us back! They did it once, right? Dr. Kothari Anything's possible. PoI 527/01 looks at SCP-6314-F and adjusts his hat. PoI 527/01 Is it true that the company's gone downhill since they went public? Hot was complaining about it the last time I talked to him. Dr. Kothari Well…I don't know, I never had Wondertainment toys as a kid. PoI 527/01 Fair enough. A brief awkward silence passes. PoI 527/01 adjusts his hat again. Dr. Kothari Well, I hope you find what you're looking for. PoI 527/01 Thanks! I hope that you do too. Dr. Kothari appears confused. PoI 527/01 Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to finish packing. PoI 527/01 turns his music back on. Dr. Kothari What? PoI 527/01 resumes packing. He seems not to have heard Dr. Kothari. Researcher Carlson Let's go. PoI 527/01 …I bless the rains down in Africa… Dr. Kothari …yeah. Let's go. Drs. Kothari and Carlson exit the chamber. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-4 SCP-6314-I. Object was juggling small rocks, but ceased upon seeing the camera, claiming to be camera shy. SCP-6314-T. Surfboard not pictured. SCP-6314-I is a male Amblyrhynchus cristatus (marine iguana). The object can perform a variety of "tricks," including various feats of acrobatics, dancing, and singing, but is reluctant to do so before large groups, claiming "stage fright". SCP-6314-T is a male Tamandua tetradactyla (southern tamandua). The object can telekinetically manipulate bodies of water and its surfboard3 to perform assorted tricks. Both instances are capable of speech, though SCP-6314-T possesses an exaggerated Southern California accent. Due to their human-level intelligence and desire and ability to perform "tricks," SCP-6314-I and -T were entrusted to Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting. Though the Circus was not located near Site-66 at the time, its liaison Victor Chan offered to send Circus representatives to the Site via Way. To prevent possible security breaches or violent incidents, the meeting was instead arranged for nearby public location. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Drs. Kothari and Carlson are seated in their vehicle at the appointed rendezvous location. It is raining. Light from a nearby holographic billboard dimly illuminates the interior of the vehicle. Dr. Kothari checks her watch. Dr. Kothari They're late. Researcher Carlson Well, I have heard that dimensional travel is a little finicky. Dr. Kothari I think they're doing it on purpose. As a flex. Researcher Carlson Could be. Dr. Kothari leans forward, peering through the raindrops on the windshield to read the billboard more clearly. Dr. Kothari Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Researcher Carlson What? Dr. Kothari points out the windshield. Researcher Carlson "Get your ass to Mars?"4 Well, it's not like we didn't know he was a fan of the movie. Look what you're sitting in. [Researcher Carlson raps on the roof of the cybertruck.] Dr. Kothari It's ridiculous. Researcher Carlson I think it's cool. A kaleidoscopic, multicolored Way opens in the doorway of a nearby abandoned building. PoIs-4657 ("Icky the magic Clown"), -4658 ("The Man With The Upside Down Face"), and -4659 ("Li'l Lollipop") emerge. The Man opens a comically oversized transparent umbrella, under which all three individuals shelter. Dr. Kothari raises the hood on her raincoat, steps out of the vehicle (followed by her EyePod) and approaches the three figures. Researcher Carlson also exits the vehicle and begins retrieving the SCP-6314 instances. Icky the Magic Clown [sarcastically] Well, the tables sure do turn, don't they Lolly? Li'l Lollipop [with equal sarcasm] They sure do, Icky! Icky One day Essie's trying to take your friends away, the next day they're bringing you more! Lollipop These are strange times, aren't they? Icky They certainly are, Lolly! They certainly are. Dr. Kothari [sighs] Ringmaster. Icky [seriously] Essie. Icky extends a hand to Dr. Kothari. Dr. Kothari moves to shake it. The Man With The Upside Down Face Icky… Dr. Kothari hesitates. Icky What? Li'l Lollipop giggles, then covers her mouth. The Man squints at Icky. Icky Ah, fine. [Icky raises both hands, revealing the joy buzzer on her right palm.] Dr. Kothari lowers her hand and takes several steps back. Icky Relax! It wasn't gonna kill ya! We're legit now, remember? Dr. Kothari …yeah. [pause] So I guess the Lifted Veil's been good for business? Icky Yep! It's amazing what you can accomplish when you're not being hunted by fascist maniacs! Dr. Kothari We don't do that anymore. And we're not fascists. Icky Oh, sure. The Man With The Upside Down Face clears his throat. Dr. Kothari Hurry up with those cages, Elroy! Researcher Carlson [grumbling] I'd be faster if I had help. Researcher Carlson carries the cages of SCP-6314-I and -T from behind the truck and places them in front of The Man. SCP-6314-T Whoa! Your face is like, upside-down, brah! Gnarly! The Man Does he always talk like that? SCP-6314-T Totally. Dr. Kothari You get used to it. Icky [bends down to look at SCP-6314-I] What's Ignacio here do, again? Dr. Kothari Dancing, singing, acrobatics. Juggling. You know. The Man Looks like a regular iguana. Dr. Kothari He's shy. Li'l Lollipop Aw! [kneels beside Icky to see SCP-6314-I] You don't have to be scared! We're all your friends here! Not like mean old Essie! [frowns exaggeratedly] Dr. Kothari [crosses her arms] I assure you that I am…was very kind to these animals. SCP-6314-T Yeah, Sara's chill. Dr. Kothari Thanks, Tyrone. Icky [straightens up] Well, they're not exactly disquieting…but they'll fit right in at the petting zoo! SCP-6314-T Right on! Dr. Kothari Take care of them, okay? Icky We will! It's not like we kidnap people and stick them in rooms by themselves forever! Dr. Kothari Yeah, you just give them irreversible physical transformations and lifelong chemical dependencies. Lolly seems taken aback. Icky scowls. The joy buzzer on her palm crackles with electricity. The Man places a hand on Icky's shoulder. The Man Are we done here? Kothari Are we? Icky We are. So get lost. Keeping a wary eye on Icky, Dr. Kothari kneels down to be eye level with SCP-6314-T. Kothari Goodbye, Tyrone. SCP-6314-T [sadly] Later, dude. [SCP-6314-T makes the "hang loose" gesture with its right forepaw.] Dr. Kothari crouches down to SCP-6314-I. Dr. Kothari Goodbye, Ignacio. SCP-6314-I waves. Lollipop Aw… Dr. Kothari stands, glares at Icky, and returns to the truck. Icky sneers. Researcher Carlson Uh, pleasure doing business? Icky Nope. Researcher Carlson Right. Researcher Carlson returns to the vehicle, which starts itself. As the truck drives itself away, The Man hands the umbrella to Icky, then picks up the cages and carries them back into the open Way. Icky waves mockingly at Drs. Kothari and Carlson. Lollipop blows a raspberry at them. Drs. Carlson and Kothari sit in silence. After almost a minute, Dr. Kothari turns the radio back on. male voice …expected to continue raining for the next… Dr. Kothari cries out in frustration and forcefully turns off the radio. Researcher Carlson Relax. Where we're going, we don't need radios. AVI, turn on bluetooth. Anderson Vehicular Intelligence Bluetooth on. A chime plays as Researcher Carlson's cranial implant connects to the car stereo. "She" by Shattered Deus begins to play. Dr. Kothari What the…"Shattered Deus"? Researcher Carlson Yeah. This album's my favorite, but Brass Rites and Silicon Rituals is pretty good too. Dr. Kothari What?! Are you a Maxwellist now?! Researcher Carlson Tesla Society, actually. Dr. Kothari Since when?! Researcher Carlson Uh, since WAN-MEKHANE returned and saved us all from the fleshgod apocalypse? If that's not a good reason to convert I don't know what is. And the ocular implants are pretty cool, too. Dr. Kothari Ocular…do you have any idea how many Foundation personnel have been killed by the Church of the Broken God? Researcher Carlson Do you have any idea how many Church members have been killed by the Foundation? Dr. Kothari That's not the same thing. Researcher Carlson How is it different? Dr. Kothari They were trying to- Researcher Carlson Trying to what, fix God and save the world? You tellin' me they shouldn't have done that, that we shoulda just kept all Her fragments in containment and let the FLESH win? Dr. Kothari No, of course not. Researcher Carlson Then what are you saying? Dr. Kothari [silence] Researcher Carlson That's what I thought. Dr. Kothari [quietly] Sorry. Researcher Carlson [sighs] 'salright. You'll get used to it eventually. Dr. Kothari [silence] > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-5 SCP-6314-K politely requesting more honey SCP-6314-K is a female Potos flavus (kinkajou). Instance is exceptionally friendly and polite and enjoys "cuddling". Due to its human-level intelligence and negligible entertainment or educational value, SCP-6314-K was not suitable for adoption by the organizations to which previous instances had been entrusted. Dr. Kothari proposed that the object be used as intended, as a child's pet, and adopted by a family familiar with anomalous phenomena. The adoption took place at Site-66, as the chosen family were retired Foundation personnel with sufficient clearance to know of its existence and lived reasonably close by. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari is in her office reviewing paperwork. SCP-6314-K sits in a cage on her desk, licking the last remaining honey from a mostly empty jar. Draven Kondraki knocks quietly on the open door of Dr. Kothari's office. Dr. Kothari Hmm? Hey! Come on in. Draven Kondraki Thanks. SCP-6314-K Hello, Mr. Kondraki! Kondraki Hi! You must be Kristen. SCP-6314-K That's me! Kondraki You sure are adorable. SCP-6314-K Aw, thank you! Kondraki You're welcome. Kondraki sits down. Dr. Kothari So, what do you think? Kondraki I think she'll be great. I was up all night last night reading about kinkajous, and I'm sure we can take care of her. And I already showed Ben a picture, so it's too late to turn back anyway. Kothari and Kondraki laugh. Dr. Kothari That's good to hear. I took the liberty of putting together these care and feeding instructions, but Kristen can probably tell you everything you need to know. Can't you, girl? SCP-6314-K I sure can! Don't worry, I'm easy to take care of. You'll never have to take me to the vet, and I'm already potty trained. I like fruits and honey better than dog food, though. Kondraki Don't worry, we'll get you plenty of fruit. SCP-6314-K And honey? Kondraki And honey. SCP-6314-K Yay! Dr. Kothari Alright. If you'll just sign these papers… Dr. Kothari slides several forms and a pen across the table to Kondraki. Kondraki Sure thing. Kondraki begins filling out the forms. Dr. Kothari How's retirement treating you? Kondraki Pretty good so far. My pension's not much, but James gets enough for ten people. Dr. Kothari He deserves enough for a hundred. Kondraki [smiles] Yeah, but I'm not complaining. Several seconds of silence. Kondraki continues filling out paperwork. Kothari fidgets with her hands. SCP-6314-K continues licking the honey jar. Dr. Kothari So, uh… Kondraki Hmm? [looks up] Dr. Kothari If you don't mind me asking- Kondraki About James? Dr. Kothari Uh, yeah. How, uh, how is he? Kondraki He's okay. Nothing will ever be normal again, of course, but I don't guess it ever really was to begin with. Dr. Kothari [nods] Give him my regards. [pauses] And my thanks. Kondraki I will. Kondraki notices Dr. Kothari's EyePod, resting on a filing cabinet behind her. He scowls. Dr. Kothari What? Kondraki [gestures at the EyePod with his pen] Just noticed Big Brother back there. Dr. Kothari Hmm? [she looks over her shoulder] Oh, the EyePod? That's just to make documentation easier. Kondraki Pfft. Is that what they told you? Dr. Kothari What do you mean? Kondraki Way I heard it, those things are here to make sure people don't run off and join the Insurgency. You remember how much of a problem that was at first, don't you? Dr. Kothari No, I - well, yes, I remember, but I don't think - that's not why. Kondraki Uh-huh. Well, I'm still glad I got out before they deployed those things. Kondraki finishes the paperwork and slides it back to Dr. Kothari. Kondraki Here you go. Anything else I need to know? Dr. Kothari Just that I really appreciate this. It's hard, finding homes for these guys. Kondraki Hey, I should be thanking you. Ben's gonna have the coolest pet in school, isn't he, Kristen? SCP-6314-K You bet! Kondraki And the nicest one, too. Kondraki extends a finger through SCP-6314-K's cage. She grasps his finger with one hand. Dr. Kothari and Kondraki stand and shake hands. Dr. Kothari Fair warning, though, I might be coming to check up on her now and then. Kondraki [laughs] I look forward to it. SCP-6314-K Me too! Kondraki Ready to go, Kristen? SCP-6314-K Yep! Kondraki carefully picks up SCP-6314-K's cage. Dr. Kothari Goodbye, Kristen. I'll see you soon. SCP-6314-K Goodbye, Sara. Good luck! Dr. Kothari Thanks. SCP-6314-K You're welcome! Kondraki Bye, Sara. Dr. Kothari Bye. Kondraki leaves with SCP-6314-K. Dr. Kothari turns and looks at her EyePod. She frowns. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-6 SCP-6314-O emerging from its nest upon hearing that Researcher James (age 13) needed help learning multiplication tables SCP-6314-O is a male Micrathene whitneyi (elf owl). Object is highly intelligent and capable of speech. When asked for assistance with a homework assignment, it gains the knowledge necessary to complete the assignment and attempts to help complete it. The gained knowledge is lost upon completion of the assignment. Due to its educational value, SCP-6314-O has been relocated to the International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology in Three Portlands, where it will be part of that institution's tutoring program. show attached documents hide attached documents SCIPNET COMMUNICATION LOG Sara Kothari When the release of SCP-6314 instances was planned, it was my understanding that I would be placed in charge of the redistribution process. It seems, however, that this is not the case, as SCP-6314-O was removed from containment by a Global Occult Coalition representative this morning, before I arrived. I did not have a chance to assist in this transfer of custody, brief the GOC rep about the object, or inspect the conditions in which it would be transported and kept to ensure the object's safety. I do not object to SCP-6314-O's transfer to ICSUT, but I do object to this apparent override of my authority on this object, and I sincerely hope that this is the last time such a thing will occur. Louis Martin You approved the transfer and ICSUT and the GOC filed all the necessary paperwork. The transfer proceeded without you because your presence was not required. Sara Kothari While I did approve the transfer, I did so under the impression that I would be able to personally supervise it. It is my job to ensure that SCP-6314-O is kept secure and protected both during the transport and at his new home, but I have been denied this opportunity. I fear that SCP-6314-O may come to harm in my absence. Louis Martin As I said, your presence was not required. ICSUT and the GOC are fully capable of caring for SCP-6314-O, as you attested when you first approved this transfer. Sara Kothari I just wanted the chance to say goodbye. Don't take that away from me too. Addendum 6314-7 Unable to determine context or content of above photograph. SCP-6314-P is not believed to exist, as everyone knows there is no such thing as a pangolin.5 The purpose of its inclusion in the document that accompanies other SCP-6314 instances is unknown. It is likewise unclear why a habitat for a small mammal was constructed between those of SCP-6314-O and SCP-6314-Q, when this occurred, or who was responsible. When this chamber was first noticed by Researcher Carlson, it contained the following items: vegetation normally native to tropical areas traces of powdered ant remains, various vitamins and minerals, and agar the following note: show attached documents hide attached documents Did you know pangolins were once the most trafficked mammal in the world? Well, you used to. They were being killed by the thousands, during the War. People ate their ground-up scales, thinking that would cure the Red Death. They almost went the way of the elephant. But you didn't do a thing about it. You had in your hands something that could save the whole pangolin family, but all you did was keep him as a pet. Even after the Veil lifted, that's all you had in mind for him. You were going to give Percival to Wilson's Wildlife Solutions and let the rest of them die. Lucky for the pangolins, I decided to intervene. It wasn't easy to alter his effect like this, but it was worth it. Now, instead of being the most trafficked mammal on the planet, they're probably its safest. That includes Percival - he's safe with me, and you needn't worry about him anymore, even if you do somehow manage to remember that he exists. By the way – Mel (you know, the moose) wanted me to tell you that xe's perfectly safe and happy where xe is. Liv is fine, too, from what I hear. - L.S. P.S. - Don't think that the Hand is gone just because the Veil is. We're glad that you've released your prisoners, but you'd better stay on your best behavior. We're still watching. As everyone knows there is no such thing as a pangolin,6 it is believed that this note constitutes some form of subterfuge or attempted deception by "L.S." Addendum 6314-8 SCP-6314-Q is a male Equus quagga quagga (quagga). It possesses no notable properties beyond those shared by all instances. As SCP-6314-Q is potentially immortal and one of only (at time of writing) three living quaggas, it has considerable conservation value. After experimentation with a female quagga7 determined that the object's offspring do not inherit its anomalous properties, all specimens were entrusted to the Quagga Project for use in quagga re-breeding efforts. Logs relating to the transfer of SCP-6314-Q's custody have been omitted, as they did not involve notable interactions with sentient anomalies or Groups of Interest. Update: Shortly after SCP-6314-Q's transfer, the Quagga Project and all its assets were acquired by Marshall, Carter, and Dark LTD. All quagga specimens, including SCP-6314-Q, were relocated to an unknown location, and the object's whereabouts remain unknown. Dr. Kothari was not informed of this development, as it occurred after the events of Addendum 12. Addendum 6314-9 SCP-6314-S posing for the camera in its habitat SCP-6314-S is a male Lampropeltis elapsoides (scarlet kingsnake). Though intelligent and capable of speech, its vocabulary consists almost entirely of words beginning with the letter "s". It possesses a cognitohazardous effect that limits speech directed at the object to such words. SCP-6314-V is a female Micruroides euryxanthus (Sonoran coral snake), though scales that would normally be red on a non-anomalous coral snake are instead a vivid violet hue. Instance has similar properties to SCP-6314-S, but related to the letter "v" instead of "s". Unlike other SCP-6314 instances, -V is generally hostile toward humans, particularly those it perceives as authority figures. However, Dr. Kothari has gained the instance's trust over time and with the assistance of SCP-6314-S. SCP-6314-S and -V share a close emotional bond and are able to communicate with each other nonverbally. For this reason, and because SCP-6314-S's presence seems to have a calming effect on -V, both instances were contained in the same habitat. Much like SCP-6314-K, SCP-6314-S was slated for adoption by retired Foundation personnel. SCP-6314-V was deemed unacceptable for adoption or transfer to GoI custody, however, as its human-level intelligence, venomous nature, general hostility, and documented anarchist tendencies made it non-negligibly more dangerous than a non-anomalous animal. show attached documents hide attached documents SCIPNET COMMUNICATION LOG Sara Kothari While SCP-6314-V is normally hostile towards people, I have been working with her for years and have gained her trust and cooperation over that time. Additionally, SCP-6314-V is consistently less aggressive when in the presence of SCP-6314-S, the instance with whom I have the most experience. I therefore propose that these instances simply be kept in containment. Although this would be an exception to the anomaly release protocol, I feel that it is a justifiable one, given the unique relationship between these two instances. Louis Martin I cannot allow exceptions to the release program for such a trivial reason. There is no reason -S cannot be adopted, and Site-66 is well-equipped to contain -V, with or without any marginal decrease in hostility due to your presence or -S’s. Sara Kothari I still feel that separating both instances would be detrimental to the mental health of both, leading to an unnecessary increase in -V’s aggression levels. To avoid this undesirable outcome, I propose that they both be released from containment and entrusted to my custody. For reasons previously stated, I believe that I am the ideal caretaker for both instances. Louis Martin I cannot grant this request. -S is to be released from Foundation custody, including the personal custody of active Foundation personnel. Louis Martin Additionally, please note that transfers to the custody of retired personnel would also be subject to my approval, and that it would be inappropriate for a retired employee to adopt an object whose containment they previously supervised. Logged below is Dr. Kothari's initial attempt to separate SCP-6314-S from SCP-6314-V. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari enters the shared enclosure of SCP-6314-S and -V, which are curled in the corner under a sunlamp. Dr. Kothari Salutations, Sammy. SCP-6314-S 'Sup, Sara! Dr. Kothari sits down on a large rock. SCP-6314-S slithers up to her. Dr. Kothari So, uh, did Sammy see the surrounding situation? SCP-6314-S Sadly. Will Sammy soon be sent somewhere? Dr. Kothari Sorry SCP-6314-S Somewhere scary? Dr. Kothari [shakes her head] Simply somewhere 'cides Site-66. Somewhere safe. SCP-6314-S [sighs] So Sammy and Sara will soon separate? Dr. Kothari Sadly. SCP-6314-S Seriously sad. SCP-6314-S coils around Dr. Kothari's arm, "hugging" her. Dr. Kothari swallows nervously. Dr. Kothari So, uh, Sammy SCP-6314-S Si, señora? Dr. Kothari Soon, serpents shall separate. Dr. Kothari points at SCP-6314-S, then SCP-6314-V. SCP-6314-S Say second? Dr. Kothari She'll be sent somewhere separate. SCP-6314-S slithers back onto floor. SCP-6314-S Shock! Slander! Dr. Kothari shakes her head. Dr. Kothari Serious. SCP-6314-S slithers over to SCP-6314-V. SCP-6314-S Sara shan't separate Sammy and sweetheart! Dr. Kothari Sorry, Sammy, but superior says- SCP-6314-S Screw superior! Sammy stays! SCP-6314-V Verily! Dr. Kothari [pleading] Sammy, she's sinister! Not safe! SCP-6314-S She's safe for Sammy! Dr. Kothari Sorry, Sammy. [pause] Should say sayonara to sweetheart soon. SCP-6314-S Shan't! Dr. Kothari attempts to say something, but is silenced by the effects of SCP-6314-S and/or -V. SCP-6314-V Vanish, villain! Dr. Kothari Vivian… SCP-6314-V Vamoose or violence! SCP-6314-V hisses loudly and bares her fangs. Dr. Kothari Sammy? SCP-6314-S Scram, Sara! Dr. Kothari S….v….ah… [Dr. Kothari continues to stutter, attempting to say things but being repeatedly silenced by the two objects' effects. She looks to be on the verge of tears.] SCP-6314-S Scoot! Dr. Kothari turns abruptly and hurries from the room. > RECORDING ENDED < Following this incident, Dr. Kothari requested more time to locate an appropriate post-containment home for SCP-6314-S. Director Martin granted this request, on the condition of no further delays in the redistribution of SCP-6314 instances. Addendum 6314-10 SCP-6314-W in storage SCP-6314-W is the vacant shell of an unknown species of sea snail. When the shell is asked a question, the voice of an elderly male speaks from within and provides general advice in response. Object remembers content of previous conversations. Due to its general usefulness, and to prevent the future assembly of all 25 instances in the same location, SCP-6314-W will remain in Foundation custody. Reassignment to other personnel or permanent storage is pending, but it remains in Dr. Kothari's possession for the time being. Below is a transcript of the last recorded conversation between Dr. Kothari and SCP-6314-W. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari Wilhelm, are you there? SCP-6314-W I'm always here for you, Sara. Dr. Kothari I'm confused. SCP-6314-W What about? Dr. Kothari The other animals. Your siblings. SCP-6314-W Because you don't know where to send them? Dr. Kothari No. Well, yeah, I…I don't know. SCP-6314-W Because you don't want to send them there. Dr. Kothari [sighs] Yeah, I guess that's it. I don't want to send you all away. You're like family to me. SCP-6314-W Loss is an inevitable part of life, Sara. Terrible, but inevitable. Dr. Kothari I know, but…it shouldn't have to be, at least not for you. You all live forever. You should able to spend forever together, shouldn't you? SCP-6314-W Perhaps, but that isn't really what you want, is it? Dr. Kothari [pause] No. SCP-6314-W Then what do you want? Dr. Kothari I want you all to spend forever with me. SCP-6314-W Because we are like family, right? Dr. Kothari Right. I've spent what, twelve years with you all? Almost the whole time I've worked here. SCP-6314-W It's been a long time. Dr. Kothari And so, losing you like this…I can't take it. SCP-6314-W Now, Sara, isn't that kind of selfish? Dr. Kothari What? SCP-6314-W When Dr. Wondertainment made us, we were intended to bring happiness to many people. Not just you, and not just each other. Isn't being separated the best way to do that? Dr. Kothari …fine, yeah, I guess it is selfish. But that doesn't change the way I feel. SCP-6314-W Of course not. And how, exactly, do you feel? Dr. Kothari Um. Sad? Lonely? SCP-6314-W Afraid, perhaps? Dr. Kothari Yes, afraid. SCP-6314-W Of what? Dr. Kothari Of losing people I care about. SCP-6314-W Has this happened to you before? Dr. Kothari [scoffs] Of course it has. You said it was inevitable, remember? SCP-6314-W Let me rephrase, then. Of the times that this has happened, which one does this feel like the most? Dr. Kothari Well, that's easy. [deep breath] When I was a little girl, I had a pet beagle. Her name was Maria, like the Santana song. She was the cutest darn thing I ever saw. And I loved her, I think, the same way I love you guys. SCP-6314-W As a pet? Dr. Kothari As a friend. But…ah, but I didn't appreciate her. I don't know how many days Maria was out there in the yard, but I was inside playing video games or watching TV. I should've been out there with her, playing with my friend instead of wasting our time together, but I was stupid and - well, selfish, I guess. So when Maria got sick, I felt sad, yeah, but the main thing I felt was regret. Regret that I didn't spend more time playing with her when she was around. Regret that she died scared and alone in a vet's office, instead of old and content and surrounded by her family, even though there wasn't really anything I could've done about that. I didn't even get to see her afterwards. They just burned her and stuck her in a box. It was just…so…horrible. No closure or anything. I didn't even get to say goodbye. She was just…gone. And now it's happening again. I'm having to give you away, but I'm not ready to lose any of you, because I want more time. Don't you have something to say? Anything at all? I thought you were supposed to be wise. SCP-6314-W Sara… Dr. Kothari What? SCP-6314-W There are no easy answers to questions like this. Parting is always difficult. No amount of goodbyes, and no amount time spent together, will change that. If anything, that will just make it harder. Dr. Kothari But it doesn't have to be goodbye, does it? It shouldn't be. SCP-6314-W I'm afraid that it does, Sara. If what you've told me is true, then there's not much you can do about this. Dr. Kothari [tearfully] Well, you're a lot of help. SCP-6314-W I'm sorry, Sara. But if it's any consolation, I don't think this time was wasted. And I don't think my siblings do, either. Dr. Kothari Oh yeah? SCP-6314-W It's been twelve years, you said? Since you found Sammy at that pet store? Dr. Kothari Almost. SCP-6314-W Now consider this: We weren't created much longer ago than that. Many of us never had any owner besides you. You've been here almost our entire lives, and you've been taking care of us this whole time. Sure, some of the others weren't here until later - like Vivian, she was the last, wasn't she? Dr. Kothari Yes. SCP-6314-W Think of Vivian. You know she didn't have a good life before you brought her here. But she likes you, doesn't she? Do you understand the significance of that? Dr. Kothari What do you mean? SCP-6314-W There are only two beings in this whole world that Vivian likes. Sammy, and you. She likes Sammy because they were made that way, but her love for you was earned. And do you know how that happened? Dr. Kothari How? SCP-6314-W Because you were the best owner that she ever had. That any of us ever had. You care for us better than any zoo, pet shop, or aquarium could, or any other person ever has. And it's not just a matter of feeding and cleaning us. You care for us, but you also care about us. We're your friends. And you are ours. The years we've spent with you have been the best of our lives. Dr. Kothari [sniffs] Mine too. But I want more years. SCP-6314-W So do we, Sara. But we're needed elsewhere. Dr. Kothari [sighs] I know. SCP-6314-W For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Dr. Kothari I'm sorry too. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-11 SCP-6314-Y reciting "Sailing to Byzantium" in its outdoor enclosure SCP-6314-Y is a male Bos grunniens (domestic yak). Instance has perfectly memorized all written works of W. B. Yeats8 and all biographies of Yeats published before the year 2000. As it is effectively the world's leading expert on W. B. Yeats, custody of SCP-6314-Y was offered to several museums and historical and artistic societies associated with Yeats. Based on the accommodations for the object offered by those organizations that were interested, Dr. Kothari selected the Yeats Society of Sligo to take custody of the instance. Logged below is the final conversation between Dr. Kothari and SCP-6314-Y. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari enters SCP-6314-Y's indoor habitat. Dr. Kothari Yancy? SCP-6314-Y Good morning. Dr. Kothari Uh, hi. SCP-6314-Y What brings you in here? Dr. Kothari Well, I've got some good news and some bad news. SCP-6314-Y Let's have the good news first, then. Dr. Kothari I've found you a new home. You'll like this: the Yeats Society, in Sligo. Apparently you're pretty much the number one expert on Yeats, so they'll be happy to have you. SCP-6314-Y Aye, that sounds like the place for me. What's the bad news? Dr. Kothari Well, I…I guess that's the bad news too. SCP-6314-Y What's the matter? Dr. Kothari I'm just gonna miss you, is all. All of you. SCP-6314-Y And I'll miss you too, lass. But that's the nature of things, ain't it? Dr. Kothari What do you mean? SCP-6314-Y Well, like the man said: SCP-6314-Y clears its throat, then speaks in the voice of W.B. Yeats. SCP-6314-Y Things fall apart. The center cannot hold Dr. Kothari hangs her head. Dr. Kothari Yep. They sure [chokes up] do. SCP-6314-Y Lassie? Dr. Kothari bursts into tears and sits heavily on a nearby rock. SCP-6314-Y Oh dear. SCP-6314-Y approaches Dr. Kothari and nuzzles her with its snout. Dr. Kothari rubs SCP-6314-Y's neck. SCP-6314-Y That's alright. Just let it out. Dr. Kothari It's just - I'm - it's not fair! SCP-6314-Y I know, I know. Dr. Kothari They're taking you all away from me, and I'm never gonna see any of you again! SCP-6314-Y It's alright, Sara. We're moving on to where we're needed. Dr. Kothari But I need you, Yancy! Your family is my life. And now I have to give it all away. SCP-6314-Y Aw, that's sweet of you to say, but we're not that- Dr. Kothari Twelve years, Yancy. Twelve years. That's how much of my life I've dedicated to taking care of you all. You're my world. But now they're taking you away, and I don't even recognize the world anymore. SCP-6314-Y What do you mean? Dr. Kothari Everything's so…different. We're working with our enemies now. The Circus is out in the open, and people love it. There are Maxwellist churches on the streets. Hell, they fixed the Broken God, and everything was fine! I feel like…I know we were wrong. All this containment shit, it was never necessary. What am I supposed to do now? Everything I thought was wrong. The world feels like it's moving on without me. It's like you said, "things fall apart." SCP-6314-Y Well… Dr. Kothari What? SCP-6314-Y That quotation is sometimes taken out of context. Dr. Kothari Of The Second Coming? I've read that, I know- SCP-6314-Y No, not that. The context of Yeats's philosophy, the whole "gyre" thing. Dr. Kothari What about it? Everything starts at a point, then spirals outwards into ruin. "The center cannot hold." SCP-6314-Y shakes its head SCP-6314-Y No, no, that's not how it works. Well, not completely. See, look. SCP-6314-Y uses its hoof to draw a two-dimensional representation of a widening spiral, as viewed from the side. SCP-6314-Y This is a gyre. Dr. Kothari Right. SCP-6314-Y But so is this. SCP-6314-Y draws another spiral, beginning at the end of the previous one but opening in the opposite direction so the two of them overlap. Dr. Kothari Okay? SCP-6314-Y Alright, so - [SCP-6314-Y taps its hoof at the edge of the gyre.] - we're here. Right at the end of this one gyre. But we're also at the beginning of the other one. Dr. Kothari What do you mean? SCP-6314-Y I mean, the spinning, the widening, it goes both ways. One gyre spins out into nothing, but another takes shape within it. And this one tightens while the other widens. So it's not just an endless spiral into ruin and despair. It's more of a- Dr. Kothari A cycle. SCP-6314-Y Yeah! Or a pendulum, or something. So yeah, this might be the end of the world. But it's also the beginning of one. Dr. Kothari [sighs] I know that, Yancy. The problem is that the new world is different. I'm not sure I want to live in it. SCP-6314-Y Well, you don't exactly have a choice. Dr. Kothari places her face in her hands. Dr. Kothari [sighs] You're even less helpful than Wilhelm. SCP-6314-Y Wait, uh, that came out wrong. Just, just hold on. Dr. Kothari [peers over her hands] What? SCP-6314-Y Look, all I'm trying to say is, the world's not ending. it's just changing. Cuz that's the nature of things - to fall apart, yeah, but also to come back together. And, well, if everything else is changing, so can you. Dr. Kothari lowers her hands and sits up. Dr. Kothari Yeah? And how am I supposed to do that? Quit the Foundation? Join the Circus? Hop over to the nearest church of Maxwell and get a freakin' computer implanted in my head? I don't even know what my job is for anymore! How can I protect normalcy when there is no normal? SCP-6314-Y Ah, that's not true. There's still a normal. Just a new one…one that, if what you've said to me is true, doesn't really need protecting. Dr. Kothari appears confused. Dr. Kothari What are you saying? SCP-6314-Y What are you hearing? [SCP-6314-Y winks] Dr. Kothari's eyes widen. She glances at her EyePod. > RECORDING ENDED < At this point, SCP-6314-Y struck Dr. Kothari's EyePod with its horn, destroying it. The object claims that it did so accidentally while shaking its head to dislodge a fly. It responded to all further inquiries with various vulgar quotes of W.B. Yeats. Addendum 6314-12 The footage transcribed below was compiled from Site-66 security cameras and Researcher Carlson’s EyePod. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari exits SCP-6314-Y’s habitat at the hallway. There is no one else present in the SCP-6314 unit, except for Researcher Carlson, who was working late in his office (located opposite Dr. Kothari’s, just inside the entrance to the 6314 unit). Due to the late hour, the hallway lights are on energy-saving mode; each light flickers on as Dr. Kothari passes under it, and turns off after she passes. She proceeds quickly from -Y’s habitat to the one shared by SCP-6314-S and -V. Researcher Carlson does not seem to hear Dr. Kothari's movements; he is listening to music9 via his cranial implant and quietly singing along. After several minutes, Dr. Kothari exits the habitat. The door to the habitat closes loudly behind her, and she startles at the sound. In his office, Researcher Carlson looks up from his computer screen. His EyePod is resting on a bookshelf behind him, looking out the doorway. Researcher Carlson Sara? Is that you? Dr. Kothari does not reply. She hurries toward the exit and tries to open the door, stopping clearly in view of Researcher Carlson, but she drops her ID card. Dr. Kothari Shit! Researcher Carlson Uh, Sara? Dr. Kothari’s grabs her ID and stands back up. Dr. Kothari Y-yes? Researcher Carlson What are you doing? Dr. Kothari Uh. Uh. I was just, uh…visiting Sammy and V-Vivian before I…before they…uh… Dr. Kothari’s right sleeve moves briefly. She attempts to conceal it behind her back. Researcher Carlson Sara? Dr. Kothari swallows nervously. She is visibly shaking. Researcher Carlson begins to turn around, towards his EyePod, but stops. Researcher Carlson Are they okay? Dr. Kothari [Dr. Kothari nods quickly] Y-yes. Researcher Carlson Are you? Dr. Kothari takes a deep breath, then nods once raises her chin. Dr. Kothari Yes. Researcher Carlson [resumes facing forward] Good. I'm glad. [deep breath] So this is good…night, then? Dr. Kothari Yes. [clears throat, softly] It is. Researcher Carlson [nods] Okay. Get some rest, Sara. You've earned it. Dr. Kothari [smiling faintly] Thank you. Dr. Kothari quickly exits the 6314 wing and then the building altogether. She climbs into her personal vehicle and departs from the Site. > RECORDING ENDED < Researcher Carlson did not discover that SCP-6314-S and -V had been removed from their chambers until he arrived for work the following morning. Once he reported their absence, and that Dr. Kothari had not arrived at work, agents were dispatched to her place of residence to detain her and retrieve the instances. Dr. Kothari's apartment had been vacated the night before, with most valuables and personal effects removed, as well as Dr. Kothari's vehicle. The vehicle was later discovered in Portland, Oregon, near a known access point to Three Portlands. Due to the low value of, and little danger presented by, the missing instances and the estimated difficulty of recovery, no further efforts to retrieve them are planned at this time. Active efforts to capture Dr. Kothari have likewise been abandoned. Footnotes 1. In addition to the instances described here, 30 similar animals associated with the letters of the Cyrillic alphabet have been discovered in predominantly Russophone countries. The Russian branch of the SCP Foundation supervised containment of Cyrillic instances until the fall of the Russian Federation during the Second War of the Flesh, at which point custody was transferred to the Department of Abnormal Threats to the Security Service of Ukraine. WonderCo representatives have confirmed that there were once plans to create Alliterative Animal series for multiple languages, but only the English and Russian sets were produced before post-Veil restructuring led to the project's cancellation. As the Cyrillic instances are already in GoI custody, the remainder of this document concerns only the English series. 2. Non-sentient biomechanical organisms reverse-engineered from the remains of SCP-131, programmed to follow and record on-duty Foundation personnel in order to improve record-keeping. EyePods visually resemble smaller (15 cm in height) instances of SCP-131 but are colored standard Foundation gray, and locomote via hovering instead of wheels. By the year 2025, all Foundation personnel level 1 and above were each assigned an EyePod. 3. A miniature version of a standard-sized board, colored purple and bearing the Dr. Wondertainment logo. This board was in SCP-6314-T's possession when it was contained. 4. Presumably, the billboard in question was displaying a recruitment advertisement for the 2030 Spacex/NASA Mars colonization mission. "Get your ass to Mars" was the advertising campaign's primary slogan, typically accompanied by a drawing of a donkey wearing a space helmet. 5. This statement has been flagged for potential antimemetic corruption. 6. This statement has been flagged for potential antimemetic corruption. 7. produced by SCP-646 8. including unpublished works, written correspondence, notes to self, grocery lists, and other minutiae 9. "Resistance" by Queensrÿche ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6314" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6314 | uncontained | There are no easy answers to questions like this. Parting is always difficult. No amount of goodbyes, and no amount time spent together, will change that. + show block – hide block Thumbnail for crom . by Kothardarastrix Item#: 6314 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures show archived procedures hide archived procedures Instances of SCP-6314 are to be kept in individual habitats and provided with care appropriate to their species and individual intelligence levels. At the discretion of the project supervisor (currently Dr. Sara T. Kothari), compatible SCP-6314 instances may be allowed to share enclosures temporarily or indefinitely. All instances are to receive at least two hours of social interaction, either with other instances or Foundation personnel, each day. See individual entries for special containment procedures unique to specific instances. Special containment procedures for individual instances override the general containment procedures here if contradictory. As of current regulations on "Amazing Alliterative Animals", SCP-6314 are to be contained in Hall ██ of Site-66. To prevent possible [DATA EXPUNGED], all 25 instances are never to be contained in the same facility. hide archived procedures Now that Hypothetical Lifted Veil Scenario 2217 has been realized, all contained SCP-6314 instances (with the exception of SCP-6314-W) are to be released from Foundation custody. Dr. Kothari has been entrusted with the task of redistributing SCP-6314 to the custody of appropriate groups and individuals. Description SCP-6314 is the collective designation for a set of 25 anomalous animals which appear to have been designed as pets for children. Each instance is of a different species and displays different anomalous qualities, but all possess the following traits in common: Negligible senescence. Though adults, SCP-6314 do not appear to age or grow. Cellular regeneration. SCP-6314 rapidly regenerate from physical injuries. Perfect health. SCP-6314 have never contracted any illnesses, pathogenic or otherwise. Anomalous diet. SCP-6314 do not appear to require either food or water to survive, but become increasingly uncomfortable after long periods without either. Instances will consume food appropriate to their species or any form of commercially available pet food, typically preferring the former. Regardless of diet, no waste is produced; food and water vanish upon reaching the instance's stomach. Carnivorous and omnivorous species refuse to consume other vertebrate animals; those capable of speech universally claim that doing so would be "gross." Enhanced intelligence. Many instances display intelligence roughly on par with a human. Said instances are also fluent in English, though most are illiterate. Domestication. SCP-6314 are universally docile and friendly toward humans, especially children. Branding. All instances bear markings somewhere on their bodies which spell "[instance's name], by Dr. Wondertainment". Each instance was recovered alongside, or able to produce when asked, a variation of the same document. Reproduced below is the version that accompanied SCP-6314-S, the first instance contained. show attached documents hide attached documents Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Amazing Alliterative Animal, a brand new series of Fantastic Friends and Perfect Pets brought to you by Dr. Wondertainment! Find them all and complete the Zany Zoo! 01. Antonio the Artful Axolotl 02. Buffalo the Buffalo Buffalo 03. Carlos the Cool Capybara ✓ 04. Dennis the Dirigible Dugong 05. Einstein the Enlightened Echinoderm 06. Ferdinand the Fancy Fish ✓ 07. Gwenda the Glamorous Gibbon 08. Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapuaʻa ✓ 09. Ignacio the Incredible Iguana ✓ 10. Jerome the Jolly Jellyfish ✓ 11. Kristen the Kindly Kinkajou ✓ 12. Liv the Literate Loris 13. Melanie the Manly Moose 14. Napoleon the Neat Newt ✓ 15. Octavian the Outstanding Owl ✓ 16. Percival the Preposterous Pangolin ✓ 17. Quincy the Quite Quaint Quagga ✓ 18. robert the rich rodent 19. Sammy the Superfluous Serpent ✓ 20. Tyrone the Totally Tubular Tamandua ✓ 21. Ursula the Understanding Uguisu 22. Vivian the Violett Viper (discontinued) ✓ 23. Wilhelm the Wise Whelk ✓ 24. [DATA X-SPONGED] 25. Yancy the Yeatsian Yak ✓ Check marks were added by Dr. Kothari as additional instances were contained.1 The lack of capitalization for #18 and misspelling for #22 are present on all versions of the document. Addendum 6314-1 SCP-6314-A, -B, -D, -E, -G, -L, -M, -r, -U, and -X are not in Foundation custody, and in most cases their whereabouts unknown. As these objects are presumably no more dangerous than the instances that are in containment, and would therefore qualify for the anomaly release program were they contained, efforts to locate them have been abandoned. Attached is a relevant log of messages between Dr. Kothari and Site-66 Director Louis Martin. show attached documents hide attached documents SCIPNET COMMUNICATION LOG Sara Kothari 10 instances of SCP-6314, over one third of them, remain uncontained. We've got decent leads on -A, -G, -r, and -X, but the other six are complete unknowns. I therefore recommend that the remaining instances be located, contained, and documented before those currently in containment are released. Louis Martin Based on the instances currently in containment, it can be safely assumed that the others are no more dangerous than non-anomalous animals. As such anomalies would qualify for the release program were they already in Foundation custody, attempting to contain them in the first place would be counterintuitive. Sara Kothari While the remaining instances of SCP-6314 may not be a threat to human life or the nonexistent Veil, they may themselves be in danger. Although these animals are immortal, they are nonetheless capable of suffering. If the unknown instances are in the possession of groups who are mistreating or exploiting them, it is our obligation to protect these creatures by removing them from such situations, even if it is just to redistribute them to better homes. Louis Martin The welfare of objects not requiring containment is beyond the scope of the Foundation's mission. Sara Kothari Consider, then, the psychological well-being of the instances that are in containment. Several instances have expressed a desire to reunite with the rest of their "family," and claim to miss their "siblings". They will all be negatively affected by the redistribution of instances to different locations, but I believe that allowing them all to briefly reunite beforehand (while ensuring that all 25 are never in the same facility at once, of course) would mitigate this effect somewhat by providing some sense of closure to them. Louis Martin The "psychological well-being" of objects not requiring containment is beyond the scope of the Foundation's mission. Addendum 6314-2 SCP-6314-C sleeping in its habitat Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a in Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a's aquarium SCP-6314-N being held by Researcher James (age 13) SCP-6314-C is a male Hydrochoerus hydrochaeris (capybara). The air within a 2.4-meter radius of the object remains at a constant 21.1 degrees Celsius regardless of other conditions. Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapaua'a is a male humuhumunukunukuapaua'a. Cannot be referred to with pronouns, nicknames, abbreviations, or other terms that do not contain the word "humuhumunukunukuapaua'a". References to groups of which Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapaua'a is a member (such as "SCP-6314") are not affected by this property. SCP-6314-J is a male Aurelia aurita (moon jellyfish). It lacks stinging cells, and patches of dark pigmentation on its bell form the shape of a "smiley face". SCP-6314-N is a male Neurergus kaiseri (Kaiser's mountain newt). When held by a human and instructed to "Clean my room!" the object telekinetically moves nearby waste and dirty laundry to the appropriate receptacles. Due to their animal-level intelligence and relatively mundane properties, SCP-6314-C, -H, -J, and -N were entrusted to GoI-466 ("Wilson's Wildlife Solutions") for appropriate care and potential future adoption. For the sake of simplicity, Drs. Kothari and Carlson delivered these instances to WWS personally, and were assigned a Foundation-owned Tesla Cybertruck for this purpose. Audio and video below, and elsewhere in the file, was recorded by Drs. Kothari and Carlsons' EyePods.2 show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < The truck arrives at Wilson's Wildlife Solutions's main facility, parks itself, and turns off its engine. Drs. Kothari and Carlsons' EyePods are resting on the back center seat. Dr. Kothari Isn't there supposed to be somebody waiting for us? Researcher Carlson Probably just got held up. I bet they're a lot busier than usual, what with the Veil and all that. Dr. Kothari sighs. She turns on the car radio and begins cycling through the available FM stations. female voice …stolen from the graves of Broken Church members… female voice …1-900-ANAHITA for the time… male voice …down drooling path…. female voice …as the Survivor, donating his blood and organs… female voice …issued a statement about the Ichabod Campaign… male voice …Horizon Initiative's Satanic lies! Dr. Kothari sighs and turns off the radio. Researcher Carlson Yeah, radio's kinda trash these days. Kinda surprised the car still has it, honestly. All the good stuff's on streaming. A man emerges from the WWS building, hastily putting on a raincoat. He spots the cybertruck and begins jogging toward it. Dr. Kothari gets out of the vehicle to greet him. Burke Kothari? Dr. Kothari That's me. Who are you? Burke Jacob Burke. Nice to meet ya. Burke and Kothari shake hands. Dr. Kothari I thought I would be meeting with Ms. Wilson. Burke So did she, but then we got a call about some giant purple platypus thing rooting through people's trash and she had to go deal with that instead. Dr. Kothari She's still working in the field? Burke Not normally, no, but we've been so busy since the Veil dropped that we need all hands on deck. Dr. Kothari I see. Burke [scowls] Yeah, we're a bit short on people and funds these days. Dr. Kothari I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I was against nullifying the Agreement. Burke [sigh] Yep, me too. But here we are anyway, running ourselves ragged. Dr. Kothari That bad, huh? Burke You have no idea. Now that everybody knows about us, we're getting calls from across the continent, and half of 'em false alarms. People see a weird-colored spider and lose their damn minds. The paperwork alone is…well, you probably don't wanna hear about it. Dr. Kothari If it's any consolation, things are hectic on our end, too. Burke [chuckles] Yeah, I bet. [shakes head] Well, enough gripin'. Let's see these Perfect Pets. Dr. Kothari Elroy! Researcher Carlson gets out and walks to the back of the truck, followed by his EyePod. The tonneau cover retracts automatically, revealing SCP-6314-C, -H, -J, and -N and their respective containers within. Burke and Dr. Kothari approach. Researcher Carlson Ta-da! Dr. Kothari Meet Carlos, Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a, Jerome, and Napoleon. Burke What do they do, again? Other 'n bein' immortal, I mean. I didn't get a chance to look at the documents you sent us. Dr. Kothari Uh, okay. Carlos keeps the area around him at 70 degrees, Napoleon telekinetically cleans your room if you ask him to, and Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a - well, you can figure it out. Burke What about Jerome? Dr. Kothari Absolutely nothing. Burke Oh. Dr. Kothari We think there may have been budget cuts over at WonderCo or something. Burke Well, if it makes 'im easier to deal with… [bends over to look at SCP-6314-C] Y'know we actually have another capybara? Dr. Kothari Really? Burke Yeah. I bet she'll be glad to have the company. Dr. Kothari That's great! Anything else you need to know? Burke [stands up] Uh, don't think so. I'll go over the docs again and we'll get these fellas into some habitats as soon as we can. I'm sure they'll be adopted in no time. What kid wouldn't want an immortal pet, right? Dr. Kothari …right. Several seconds of silence pass, until Researcher Carlson clears his throat. Burke Welp, I got no time to stand around here gabbin'. Y'all wanna help me with these? Just help me get 'em over to the door and we'll take it from there. Dr. Kothari Sure thing. Burke picks up SCP-6314-C's cage, Carlson lifts Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapua'a's tank, and Kothari takes -J's and -N's. They carry the instances to the door of the shelter and set them on the ground nearby. Burke Thanks. Dr. Kothari Don't mention it. Dr. Kothari squats down to the level of the SCP-6314 instances. Dr. Kothari Bye, guys. I'm gonna miss you all. Burke [quietly, to Researcher Carlson] Wait, these 'uns can't talk, can they? Researcher Carlson shakes his head. Burke nods. Dr. Kothari stands. Dr. Kothari Alright, let's go. Burke Best of luck, y'all. Dr. Kothari And the same to you. Drs. Kothari and Carlson return to the vehicle. The EyePods return to the back seat. Researcher Carlson AVI, take us back to Site-66. Anderson Vehicular Intelligence Returning to Site-66. The truck un-parks itself and exits the parking lot. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-3 SCP-6314-F is a male Puntius semifasciolatus (gold barb fish) possessing a miniaturized human face. A tiny top hat is permanently affixed over its dorsal fin. Due to their obvious similarities, SCP-6314-F was entrusted to the former SCP-527, now designated PoI 527/01 in accordance with anomaly release policy. Drs. Kothari and Carlson delivered SCP-6314-F to PoI 527/01 shortly before his departure from Site-19. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Music is faintly audible through the walls of the former SCP-527's containment chamber. PoI 527/01 …a lot to drag me away from you… Dr. Kothari knocks on the the door. Singing abruptly ceases, followed by the music. PoI 527/01 Hello? Dr. Kothari SC- uh, Mister Fish? PoI 527/01 Yes? Dr. Kothari: I have something for you. May I come in? PoI 527/01 Uh. I can't stop you, can I? Dr. Kothari Um. Researcher Carlson You don't work with humanoids much, do you Sara? Dr. Kothari Well, uh, we're coming in. Dr. Kothari enters the containment chamber. PoI 527/01 is standing in front of his desk, on which a portable CD player and an empty CD case rest next to a small potted cactus. A half-full suitcase is open on the floor next to PoI 527/01's bed, which is covered with partially folded clothes. PoI 527/01 What is it? Dr. Kothari Elroy? Researcher Carlson enters the chamber, carrying SCP-6314-F's fishbowl. PoI 527/01 [crosses his arms] Is this some kind of a joke? Dr. Kothari Just take a look. Researcher Carlson places the fishbowl on the desk and steps back. PoI 527/01 leans over to examine it. SCP-6314-F swims up to the glass. Dr. Kothari We're not sure, but based on the skin tone, we think- PoI 527/01 [quietly] That's my face. [PoI 527/01 lowers his arms.] Dr. Kothari …yeah. PoI 527/01 places both hands on the desk and leans in closer to SCP-6314-F, until his face is almost touching the glass. He remains like this for several seconds. Dr. Kothari You can keep him, if you want. PoI 527/01 [stands] What? Dr. Kothari He's part of the anomaly release program, like you. PoI 527/01 stares at Dr. Kothari for several seconds. His piscine face is unreadable. Dr. Kothari Um, you don't have to keep him if you- PoI 527/01 removes his hat. PoI 527/01 [choking up slightly] Thank you, Dr… Dr. Kothari Kothari. PoI 527/01 Thank you, Dr. Kothari. PoI 527/01 offers Dr. Kothari a handshake, which she accepts. Dr. Kothari You're welcome, Mister Fish. PoI 527/01 You have no idea how much this means to me. To actually see my face, my real face…it's…really something. Dr. Kothari [smiles] Consider it a going away gift. PoI 527/01 The best I ever got. PoI 527/01 replaces his hat. Dr. Kothari Where are you going, by the way? PoI 527/01 Back to Boston. Gonna see if I can track down Doctor Dubs, give him a piece of my mind. [turns to look at SCP-6314-F] Heck, maybe she can switch us back! They did it once, right? Dr. Kothari Anything's possible. PoI 527/01 looks at SCP-6314-F and adjusts his hat. PoI 527/01 Is it true that the company's gone downhill since they went public? Hot was complaining about it the last time I talked to him. Dr. Kothari Well…I don't know, I never had Wondertainment toys as a kid. PoI 527/01 Fair enough. A brief awkward silence passes. PoI 527/01 adjusts his hat again. Dr. Kothari Well, I hope you find what you're looking for. PoI 527/01 Thanks! I hope that you do too. Dr. Kothari appears confused. PoI 527/01 Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to finish packing. PoI 527/01 turns his music back on. Dr. Kothari What? PoI 527/01 resumes packing. He seems not to have heard Dr. Kothari. Researcher Carlson Let's go. PoI 527/01 …I bless the rains down in Africa… Dr. Kothari …yeah. Let's go. Drs. Kothari and Carlson exit the chamber. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-4 SCP-6314-I. Object was juggling small rocks, but ceased upon seeing the camera, claiming to be camera shy. SCP-6314-T. Surfboard not pictured. SCP-6314-I is a male Amblyrhynchus cristatus (marine iguana). The object can perform a variety of "tricks," including various feats of acrobatics, dancing, and singing, but is reluctant to do so before large groups, claiming "stage fright". SCP-6314-T is a male Tamandua tetradactyla (southern tamandua). The object can telekinetically manipulate bodies of water and its surfboard3 to perform assorted tricks. Both instances are capable of speech, though SCP-6314-T possesses an exaggerated Southern California accent. Due to their human-level intelligence and desire and ability to perform "tricks," SCP-6314-I and -T were entrusted to Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting. Though the Circus was not located near Site-66 at the time, its liaison Victor Chan offered to send Circus representatives to the Site via Way. To prevent possible security breaches or violent incidents, the meeting was instead arranged for nearby public location. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Drs. Kothari and Carlson are seated in their vehicle at the appointed rendezvous location. It is raining. Light from a nearby holographic billboard dimly illuminates the interior of the vehicle. Dr. Kothari checks her watch. Dr. Kothari They're late. Researcher Carlson Well, I have heard that dimensional travel is a little finicky. Dr. Kothari I think they're doing it on purpose. As a flex. Researcher Carlson Could be. Dr. Kothari leans forward, peering through the raindrops on the windshield to read the billboard more clearly. Dr. Kothari Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Researcher Carlson What? Dr. Kothari points out the windshield. Researcher Carlson "Get your ass to Mars?"4 Well, it's not like we didn't know he was a fan of the movie. Look what you're sitting in. [Researcher Carlson raps on the roof of the cybertruck.] Dr. Kothari It's ridiculous. Researcher Carlson I think it's cool. A kaleidoscopic, multicolored Way opens in the doorway of a nearby abandoned building. PoIs-4657 ("Icky the magic Clown"), -4658 ("The Man With The Upside Down Face"), and -4659 ("Li'l Lollipop") emerge. The Man opens a comically oversized transparent umbrella, under which all three individuals shelter. Dr. Kothari raises the hood on her raincoat, steps out of the vehicle (followed by her EyePod) and approaches the three figures. Researcher Carlson also exits the vehicle and begins retrieving the SCP-6314 instances. Icky the Magic Clown [sarcastically] Well, the tables sure do turn, don't they Lolly? Li'l Lollipop [with equal sarcasm] They sure do, Icky! Icky One day Essie's trying to take your friends away, the next day they're bringing you more! Lollipop These are strange times, aren't they? Icky They certainly are, Lolly! They certainly are. Dr. Kothari [sighs] Ringmaster. Icky [seriously] Essie. Icky extends a hand to Dr. Kothari. Dr. Kothari moves to shake it. The Man With The Upside Down Face Icky… Dr. Kothari hesitates. Icky What? Li'l Lollipop giggles, then covers her mouth. The Man squints at Icky. Icky Ah, fine. [Icky raises both hands, revealing the joy buzzer on her right palm.] Dr. Kothari lowers her hand and takes several steps back. Icky Relax! It wasn't gonna kill ya! We're legit now, remember? Dr. Kothari …yeah. [pause] So I guess the Lifted Veil's been good for business? Icky Yep! It's amazing what you can accomplish when you're not being hunted by fascist maniacs! Dr. Kothari We don't do that anymore. And we're not fascists. Icky Oh, sure. The Man With The Upside Down Face clears his throat. Dr. Kothari Hurry up with those cages, Elroy! Researcher Carlson [grumbling] I'd be faster if I had help. Researcher Carlson carries the cages of SCP-6314-I and -T from behind the truck and places them in front of The Man. SCP-6314-T Whoa! Your face is like, upside-down, brah! Gnarly! The Man Does he always talk like that? SCP-6314-T Totally. Dr. Kothari You get used to it. Icky [bends down to look at SCP-6314-I] What's Ignacio here do, again? Dr. Kothari Dancing, singing, acrobatics. Juggling. You know. The Man Looks like a regular iguana. Dr. Kothari He's shy. Li'l Lollipop Aw! [kneels beside Icky to see SCP-6314-I] You don't have to be scared! We're all your friends here! Not like mean old Essie! [frowns exaggeratedly] Dr. Kothari [crosses her arms] I assure you that I am…was very kind to these animals. SCP-6314-T Yeah, Sara's chill. Dr. Kothari Thanks, Tyrone. Icky [straightens up] Well, they're not exactly disquieting…but they'll fit right in at the petting zoo! SCP-6314-T Right on! Dr. Kothari Take care of them, okay? Icky We will! It's not like we kidnap people and stick them in rooms by themselves forever! Dr. Kothari Yeah, you just give them irreversible physical transformations and lifelong chemical dependencies. Lolly seems taken aback. Icky scowls. The joy buzzer on her palm crackles with electricity. The Man places a hand on Icky's shoulder. The Man Are we done here? Kothari Are we? Icky We are. So get lost. Keeping a wary eye on Icky, Dr. Kothari kneels down to be eye level with SCP-6314-T. Kothari Goodbye, Tyrone. SCP-6314-T [sadly] Later, dude. [SCP-6314-T makes the "hang loose" gesture with its right forepaw.] Dr. Kothari crouches down to SCP-6314-I. Dr. Kothari Goodbye, Ignacio. SCP-6314-I waves. Lollipop Aw… Dr. Kothari stands, glares at Icky, and returns to the truck. Icky sneers. Researcher Carlson Uh, pleasure doing business? Icky Nope. Researcher Carlson Right. Researcher Carlson returns to the vehicle, which starts itself. As the truck drives itself away, The Man hands the umbrella to Icky, then picks up the cages and carries them back into the open Way. Icky waves mockingly at Drs. Kothari and Carlson. Lollipop blows a raspberry at them. Drs. Carlson and Kothari sit in silence. After almost a minute, Dr. Kothari turns the radio back on. male voice …expected to continue raining for the next… Dr. Kothari cries out in frustration and forcefully turns off the radio. Researcher Carlson Relax. Where we're going, we don't need radios. AVI, turn on bluetooth. Anderson Vehicular Intelligence Bluetooth on. A chime plays as Researcher Carlson's cranial implant connects to the car stereo. "She" by Shattered Deus begins to play. Dr. Kothari What the…"Shattered Deus"? Researcher Carlson Yeah. This album's my favorite, but Brass Rites and Silicon Rituals is pretty good too. Dr. Kothari What?! Are you a Maxwellist now?! Researcher Carlson Tesla Society, actually. Dr. Kothari Since when?! Researcher Carlson Uh, since WAN-MEKHANE returned and saved us all from the fleshgod apocalypse? If that's not a good reason to convert I don't know what is. And the ocular implants are pretty cool, too. Dr. Kothari Ocular…do you have any idea how many Foundation personnel have been killed by the Church of the Broken God? Researcher Carlson Do you have any idea how many Church members have been killed by the Foundation? Dr. Kothari That's not the same thing. Researcher Carlson How is it different? Dr. Kothari They were trying to- Researcher Carlson Trying to what, fix God and save the world? You tellin' me they shouldn't have done that, that we shoulda just kept all Her fragments in containment and let the FLESH win? Dr. Kothari No, of course not. Researcher Carlson Then what are you saying? Dr. Kothari [silence] Researcher Carlson That's what I thought. Dr. Kothari [quietly] Sorry. Researcher Carlson [sighs] 'salright. You'll get used to it eventually. Dr. Kothari [silence] > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-5 SCP-6314-K politely requesting more honey SCP-6314-K is a female Potos flavus (kinkajou). Instance is exceptionally friendly and polite and enjoys "cuddling". Due to its human-level intelligence and negligible entertainment or educational value, SCP-6314-K was not suitable for adoption by the organizations to which previous instances had been entrusted. Dr. Kothari proposed that the object be used as intended, as a child's pet, and adopted by a family familiar with anomalous phenomena. The adoption took place at Site-66, as the chosen family were retired Foundation personnel with sufficient clearance to know of its existence and lived reasonably close by. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari is in her office reviewing paperwork. SCP-6314-K sits in a cage on her desk, licking the last remaining honey from a mostly empty jar. Draven Kondraki knocks quietly on the open door of Dr. Kothari's office. Dr. Kothari Hmm? Hey! Come on in. Draven Kondraki Thanks. SCP-6314-K Hello, Mr. Kondraki! Kondraki Hi! You must be Kristen. SCP-6314-K That's me! Kondraki You sure are adorable. SCP-6314-K Aw, thank you! Kondraki You're welcome. Kondraki sits down. Dr. Kothari So, what do you think? Kondraki I think she'll be great. I was up all night last night reading about kinkajous, and I'm sure we can take care of her. And I already showed Ben a picture, so it's too late to turn back anyway. Kothari and Kondraki laugh. Dr. Kothari That's good to hear. I took the liberty of putting together these care and feeding instructions, but Kristen can probably tell you everything you need to know. Can't you, girl? SCP-6314-K I sure can! Don't worry, I'm easy to take care of. You'll never have to take me to the vet, and I'm already potty trained. I like fruits and honey better than dog food, though. Kondraki Don't worry, we'll get you plenty of fruit. SCP-6314-K And honey? Kondraki And honey. SCP-6314-K Yay! Dr. Kothari Alright. If you'll just sign these papers… Dr. Kothari slides several forms and a pen across the table to Kondraki. Kondraki Sure thing. Kondraki begins filling out the forms. Dr. Kothari How's retirement treating you? Kondraki Pretty good so far. My pension's not much, but James gets enough for ten people. Dr. Kothari He deserves enough for a hundred. Kondraki [smiles] Yeah, but I'm not complaining. Several seconds of silence. Kondraki continues filling out paperwork. Kothari fidgets with her hands. SCP-6314-K continues licking the honey jar. Dr. Kothari So, uh… Kondraki Hmm? [looks up] Dr. Kothari If you don't mind me asking- Kondraki About James? Dr. Kothari Uh, yeah. How, uh, how is he? Kondraki He's okay. Nothing will ever be normal again, of course, but I don't guess it ever really was to begin with. Dr. Kothari [nods] Give him my regards. [pauses] And my thanks. Kondraki I will. Kondraki notices Dr. Kothari's EyePod, resting on a filing cabinet behind her. He scowls. Dr. Kothari What? Kondraki [gestures at the EyePod with his pen] Just noticed Big Brother back there. Dr. Kothari Hmm? [she looks over her shoulder] Oh, the EyePod? That's just to make documentation easier. Kondraki Pfft. Is that what they told you? Dr. Kothari What do you mean? Kondraki Way I heard it, those things are here to make sure people don't run off and join the Insurgency. You remember how much of a problem that was at first, don't you? Dr. Kothari No, I - well, yes, I remember, but I don't think - that's not why. Kondraki Uh-huh. Well, I'm still glad I got out before they deployed those things. Kondraki finishes the paperwork and slides it back to Dr. Kothari. Kondraki Here you go. Anything else I need to know? Dr. Kothari Just that I really appreciate this. It's hard, finding homes for these guys. Kondraki Hey, I should be thanking you. Ben's gonna have the coolest pet in school, isn't he, Kristen? SCP-6314-K You bet! Kondraki And the nicest one, too. Kondraki extends a finger through SCP-6314-K's cage. She grasps his finger with one hand. Dr. Kothari and Kondraki stand and shake hands. Dr. Kothari Fair warning, though, I might be coming to check up on her now and then. Kondraki [laughs] I look forward to it. SCP-6314-K Me too! Kondraki Ready to go, Kristen? SCP-6314-K Yep! Kondraki carefully picks up SCP-6314-K's cage. Dr. Kothari Goodbye, Kristen. I'll see you soon. SCP-6314-K Goodbye, Sara. Good luck! Dr. Kothari Thanks. SCP-6314-K You're welcome! Kondraki Bye, Sara. Dr. Kothari Bye. Kondraki leaves with SCP-6314-K. Dr. Kothari turns and looks at her EyePod. She frowns. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-6 SCP-6314-O emerging from its nest upon hearing that Researcher James (age 13) needed help learning multiplication tables SCP-6314-O is a male Micrathene whitneyi (elf owl). Object is highly intelligent and capable of speech. When asked for assistance with a homework assignment, it gains the knowledge necessary to complete the assignment and attempts to help complete it. The gained knowledge is lost upon completion of the assignment. Due to its educational value, SCP-6314-O has been relocated to the International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology in Three Portlands, where it will be part of that institution's tutoring program. show attached documents hide attached documents SCIPNET COMMUNICATION LOG Sara Kothari When the release of SCP-6314 instances was planned, it was my understanding that I would be placed in charge of the redistribution process. It seems, however, that this is not the case, as SCP-6314-O was removed from containment by a Global Occult Coalition representative this morning, before I arrived. I did not have a chance to assist in this transfer of custody, brief the GOC rep about the object, or inspect the conditions in which it would be transported and kept to ensure the object's safety. I do not object to SCP-6314-O's transfer to ICSUT, but I do object to this apparent override of my authority on this object, and I sincerely hope that this is the last time such a thing will occur. Louis Martin You approved the transfer and ICSUT and the GOC filed all the necessary paperwork. The transfer proceeded without you because your presence was not required. Sara Kothari While I did approve the transfer, I did so under the impression that I would be able to personally supervise it. It is my job to ensure that SCP-6314-O is kept secure and protected both during the transport and at his new home, but I have been denied this opportunity. I fear that SCP-6314-O may come to harm in my absence. Louis Martin As I said, your presence was not required. ICSUT and the GOC are fully capable of caring for SCP-6314-O, as you attested when you first approved this transfer. Sara Kothari I just wanted the chance to say goodbye. Don't take that away from me too. Addendum 6314-7 Unable to determine context or content of above photograph. SCP-6314-P is not believed to exist, as everyone knows there is no such thing as a pangolin.5 The purpose of its inclusion in the document that accompanies other SCP-6314 instances is unknown. It is likewise unclear why a habitat for a small mammal was constructed between those of SCP-6314-O and SCP-6314-Q, when this occurred, or who was responsible. When this chamber was first noticed by Researcher Carlson, it contained the following items: vegetation normally native to tropical areas traces of powdered ant remains, various vitamins and minerals, and agar the following note: show attached documents hide attached documents Did you know pangolins were once the most trafficked mammal in the world? Well, you used to. They were being killed by the thousands, during the War. People ate their ground-up scales, thinking that would cure the Red Death. They almost went the way of the elephant. But you didn't do a thing about it. You had in your hands something that could save the whole pangolin family, but all you did was keep him as a pet. Even after the Veil lifted, that's all you had in mind for him. You were going to give Percival to Wilson's Wildlife Solutions and let the rest of them die. Lucky for the pangolins, I decided to intervene. It wasn't easy to alter his effect like this, but it was worth it. Now, instead of being the most trafficked mammal on the planet, they're probably its safest. That includes Percival - he's safe with me, and you needn't worry about him anymore, even if you do somehow manage to remember that he exists. By the way – Mel (you know, the moose) wanted me to tell you that xe's perfectly safe and happy where xe is. Liv is fine, too, from what I hear. - L.S. P.S. - Don't think that the Hand is gone just because the Veil is. We're glad that you've released your prisoners, but you'd better stay on your best behavior. We're still watching. As everyone knows there is no such thing as a pangolin,6 it is believed that this note constitutes some form of subterfuge or attempted deception by "L.S." Addendum 6314-8 SCP-6314-Q is a male Equus quagga quagga (quagga). It possesses no notable properties beyond those shared by all instances. As SCP-6314-Q is potentially immortal and one of only (at time of writing) three living quaggas, it has considerable conservation value. After experimentation with a female quagga7 determined that the object's offspring do not inherit its anomalous properties, all specimens were entrusted to the Quagga Project for use in quagga re-breeding efforts. Logs relating to the transfer of SCP-6314-Q's custody have been omitted, as they did not involve notable interactions with sentient anomalies or Groups of Interest. Update: Shortly after SCP-6314-Q's transfer, the Quagga Project and all its assets were acquired by Marshall, Carter, and Dark LTD. All quagga specimens, including SCP-6314-Q, were relocated to an unknown location, and the object's whereabouts remain unknown. Dr. Kothari was not informed of this development, as it occurred after the events of Addendum 12. Addendum 6314-9 SCP-6314-S posing for the camera in its habitat SCP-6314-S is a male Lampropeltis elapsoides (scarlet kingsnake). Though intelligent and capable of speech, its vocabulary consists almost entirely of words beginning with the letter "s". It possesses a cognitohazardous effect that limits speech directed at the object to such words. SCP-6314-V is a female Micruroides euryxanthus (Sonoran coral snake), though scales that would normally be red on a non-anomalous coral snake are instead a vivid violet hue. Instance has similar properties to SCP-6314-S, but related to the letter "v" instead of "s". Unlike other SCP-6314 instances, -V is generally hostile toward humans, particularly those it perceives as authority figures. However, Dr. Kothari has gained the instance's trust over time and with the assistance of SCP-6314-S. SCP-6314-S and -V share a close emotional bond and are able to communicate with each other nonverbally. For this reason, and because SCP-6314-S's presence seems to have a calming effect on -V, both instances were contained in the same habitat. Much like SCP-6314-K, SCP-6314-S was slated for adoption by retired Foundation personnel. SCP-6314-V was deemed unacceptable for adoption or transfer to GoI custody, however, as its human-level intelligence, venomous nature, general hostility, and documented anarchist tendencies made it non-negligibly more dangerous than a non-anomalous animal. show attached documents hide attached documents SCIPNET COMMUNICATION LOG Sara Kothari While SCP-6314-V is normally hostile towards people, I have been working with her for years and have gained her trust and cooperation over that time. Additionally, SCP-6314-V is consistently less aggressive when in the presence of SCP-6314-S, the instance with whom I have the most experience. I therefore propose that these instances simply be kept in containment. Although this would be an exception to the anomaly release protocol, I feel that it is a justifiable one, given the unique relationship between these two instances. Louis Martin I cannot allow exceptions to the release program for such a trivial reason. There is no reason -S cannot be adopted, and Site-66 is well-equipped to contain -V, with or without any marginal decrease in hostility due to your presence or -S’s. Sara Kothari I still feel that separating both instances would be detrimental to the mental health of both, leading to an unnecessary increase in -V’s aggression levels. To avoid this undesirable outcome, I propose that they both be released from containment and entrusted to my custody. For reasons previously stated, I believe that I am the ideal caretaker for both instances. Louis Martin I cannot grant this request. -S is to be released from Foundation custody, including the personal custody of active Foundation personnel. Louis Martin Additionally, please note that transfers to the custody of retired personnel would also be subject to my approval, and that it would be inappropriate for a retired employee to adopt an object whose containment they previously supervised. Logged below is Dr. Kothari's initial attempt to separate SCP-6314-S from SCP-6314-V. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari enters the shared enclosure of SCP-6314-S and -V, which are curled in the corner under a sunlamp. Dr. Kothari Salutations, Sammy. SCP-6314-S 'Sup, Sara! Dr. Kothari sits down on a large rock. SCP-6314-S slithers up to her. Dr. Kothari So, uh, did Sammy see the surrounding situation? SCP-6314-S Sadly. Will Sammy soon be sent somewhere? Dr. Kothari Sorry SCP-6314-S Somewhere scary? Dr. Kothari [shakes her head] Simply somewhere 'cides Site-66. Somewhere safe. SCP-6314-S [sighs] So Sammy and Sara will soon separate? Dr. Kothari Sadly. SCP-6314-S Seriously sad. SCP-6314-S coils around Dr. Kothari's arm, "hugging" her. Dr. Kothari swallows nervously. Dr. Kothari So, uh, Sammy SCP-6314-S Si, señora? Dr. Kothari Soon, serpents shall separate. Dr. Kothari points at SCP-6314-S, then SCP-6314-V. SCP-6314-S Say second? Dr. Kothari She'll be sent somewhere separate. SCP-6314-S slithers back onto floor. SCP-6314-S Shock! Slander! Dr. Kothari shakes her head. Dr. Kothari Serious. SCP-6314-S slithers over to SCP-6314-V. SCP-6314-S Sara shan't separate Sammy and sweetheart! Dr. Kothari Sorry, Sammy, but superior says- SCP-6314-S Screw superior! Sammy stays! SCP-6314-V Verily! Dr. Kothari [pleading] Sammy, she's sinister! Not safe! SCP-6314-S She's safe for Sammy! Dr. Kothari Sorry, Sammy. [pause] Should say sayonara to sweetheart soon. SCP-6314-S Shan't! Dr. Kothari attempts to say something, but is silenced by the effects of SCP-6314-S and/or -V. SCP-6314-V Vanish, villain! Dr. Kothari Vivian… SCP-6314-V Vamoose or violence! SCP-6314-V hisses loudly and bares her fangs. Dr. Kothari Sammy? SCP-6314-S Scram, Sara! Dr. Kothari S….v….ah… [Dr. Kothari continues to stutter, attempting to say things but being repeatedly silenced by the two objects' effects. She looks to be on the verge of tears.] SCP-6314-S Scoot! Dr. Kothari turns abruptly and hurries from the room. > RECORDING ENDED < Following this incident, Dr. Kothari requested more time to locate an appropriate post-containment home for SCP-6314-S. Director Martin granted this request, on the condition of no further delays in the redistribution of SCP-6314 instances. Addendum 6314-10 SCP-6314-W in storage SCP-6314-W is the vacant shell of an unknown species of sea snail. When the shell is asked a question, the voice of an elderly male speaks from within and provides general advice in response. Object remembers content of previous conversations. Due to its general usefulness, and to prevent the future assembly of all 25 instances in the same location, SCP-6314-W will remain in Foundation custody. Reassignment to other personnel or permanent storage is pending, but it remains in Dr. Kothari's possession for the time being. Below is a transcript of the last recorded conversation between Dr. Kothari and SCP-6314-W. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari Wilhelm, are you there? SCP-6314-W I'm always here for you, Sara. Dr. Kothari I'm confused. SCP-6314-W What about? Dr. Kothari The other animals. Your siblings. SCP-6314-W Because you don't know where to send them? Dr. Kothari No. Well, yeah, I…I don't know. SCP-6314-W Because you don't want to send them there. Dr. Kothari [sighs] Yeah, I guess that's it. I don't want to send you all away. You're like family to me. SCP-6314-W Loss is an inevitable part of life, Sara. Terrible, but inevitable. Dr. Kothari I know, but…it shouldn't have to be, at least not for you. You all live forever. You should able to spend forever together, shouldn't you? SCP-6314-W Perhaps, but that isn't really what you want, is it? Dr. Kothari [pause] No. SCP-6314-W Then what do you want? Dr. Kothari I want you all to spend forever with me. SCP-6314-W Because we are like family, right? Dr. Kothari Right. I've spent what, twelve years with you all? Almost the whole time I've worked here. SCP-6314-W It's been a long time. Dr. Kothari And so, losing you like this…I can't take it. SCP-6314-W Now, Sara, isn't that kind of selfish? Dr. Kothari What? SCP-6314-W When Dr. Wondertainment made us, we were intended to bring happiness to many people. Not just you, and not just each other. Isn't being separated the best way to do that? Dr. Kothari …fine, yeah, I guess it is selfish. But that doesn't change the way I feel. SCP-6314-W Of course not. And how, exactly, do you feel? Dr. Kothari Um. Sad? Lonely? SCP-6314-W Afraid, perhaps? Dr. Kothari Yes, afraid. SCP-6314-W Of what? Dr. Kothari Of losing people I care about. SCP-6314-W Has this happened to you before? Dr. Kothari [scoffs] Of course it has. You said it was inevitable, remember? SCP-6314-W Let me rephrase, then. Of the times that this has happened, which one does this feel like the most? Dr. Kothari Well, that's easy. [deep breath] When I was a little girl, I had a pet beagle. Her name was Maria, like the Santana song. She was the cutest darn thing I ever saw. And I loved her, I think, the same way I love you guys. SCP-6314-W As a pet? Dr. Kothari As a friend. But…ah, but I didn't appreciate her. I don't know how many days Maria was out there in the yard, but I was inside playing video games or watching TV. I should've been out there with her, playing with my friend instead of wasting our time together, but I was stupid and - well, selfish, I guess. So when Maria got sick, I felt sad, yeah, but the main thing I felt was regret. Regret that I didn't spend more time playing with her when she was around. Regret that she died scared and alone in a vet's office, instead of old and content and surrounded by her family, even though there wasn't really anything I could've done about that. I didn't even get to see her afterwards. They just burned her and stuck her in a box. It was just…so…horrible. No closure or anything. I didn't even get to say goodbye. She was just…gone. And now it's happening again. I'm having to give you away, but I'm not ready to lose any of you, because I want more time. Don't you have something to say? Anything at all? I thought you were supposed to be wise. SCP-6314-W Sara… Dr. Kothari What? SCP-6314-W There are no easy answers to questions like this. Parting is always difficult. No amount of goodbyes, and no amount time spent together, will change that. If anything, that will just make it harder. Dr. Kothari But it doesn't have to be goodbye, does it? It shouldn't be. SCP-6314-W I'm afraid that it does, Sara. If what you've told me is true, then there's not much you can do about this. Dr. Kothari [tearfully] Well, you're a lot of help. SCP-6314-W I'm sorry, Sara. But if it's any consolation, I don't think this time was wasted. And I don't think my siblings do, either. Dr. Kothari Oh yeah? SCP-6314-W It's been twelve years, you said? Since you found Sammy at that pet store? Dr. Kothari Almost. SCP-6314-W Now consider this: We weren't created much longer ago than that. Many of us never had any owner besides you. You've been here almost our entire lives, and you've been taking care of us this whole time. Sure, some of the others weren't here until later - like Vivian, she was the last, wasn't she? Dr. Kothari Yes. SCP-6314-W Think of Vivian. You know she didn't have a good life before you brought her here. But she likes you, doesn't she? Do you understand the significance of that? Dr. Kothari What do you mean? SCP-6314-W There are only two beings in this whole world that Vivian likes. Sammy, and you. She likes Sammy because they were made that way, but her love for you was earned. And do you know how that happened? Dr. Kothari How? SCP-6314-W Because you were the best owner that she ever had. That any of us ever had. You care for us better than any zoo, pet shop, or aquarium could, or any other person ever has. And it's not just a matter of feeding and cleaning us. You care for us, but you also care about us. We're your friends. And you are ours. The years we've spent with you have been the best of our lives. Dr. Kothari [sniffs] Mine too. But I want more years. SCP-6314-W So do we, Sara. But we're needed elsewhere. Dr. Kothari [sighs] I know. SCP-6314-W For what it's worth, I'm sorry. Dr. Kothari I'm sorry too. > RECORDING ENDED < Addendum 6314-11 SCP-6314-Y reciting "Sailing to Byzantium" in its outdoor enclosure SCP-6314-Y is a male Bos grunniens (domestic yak). Instance has perfectly memorized all written works of W. B. Yeats8 and all biographies of Yeats published before the year 2000. As it is effectively the world's leading expert on W. B. Yeats, custody of SCP-6314-Y was offered to several museums and historical and artistic societies associated with Yeats. Based on the accommodations for the object offered by those organizations that were interested, Dr. Kothari selected the Yeats Society of Sligo to take custody of the instance. Logged below is the final conversation between Dr. Kothari and SCP-6314-Y. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari enters SCP-6314-Y's indoor habitat. Dr. Kothari Yancy? SCP-6314-Y Good morning. Dr. Kothari Uh, hi. SCP-6314-Y What brings you in here? Dr. Kothari Well, I've got some good news and some bad news. SCP-6314-Y Let's have the good news first, then. Dr. Kothari I've found you a new home. You'll like this: the Yeats Society, in Sligo. Apparently you're pretty much the number one expert on Yeats, so they'll be happy to have you. SCP-6314-Y Aye, that sounds like the place for me. What's the bad news? Dr. Kothari Well, I…I guess that's the bad news too. SCP-6314-Y What's the matter? Dr. Kothari I'm just gonna miss you, is all. All of you. SCP-6314-Y And I'll miss you too, lass. But that's the nature of things, ain't it? Dr. Kothari What do you mean? SCP-6314-Y Well, like the man said: SCP-6314-Y clears its throat, then speaks in the voice of W.B. Yeats. SCP-6314-Y Things fall apart. The center cannot hold Dr. Kothari hangs her head. Dr. Kothari Yep. They sure [chokes up] do. SCP-6314-Y Lassie? Dr. Kothari bursts into tears and sits heavily on a nearby rock. SCP-6314-Y Oh dear. SCP-6314-Y approaches Dr. Kothari and nuzzles her with its snout. Dr. Kothari rubs SCP-6314-Y's neck. SCP-6314-Y That's alright. Just let it out. Dr. Kothari It's just - I'm - it's not fair! SCP-6314-Y I know, I know. Dr. Kothari They're taking you all away from me, and I'm never gonna see any of you again! SCP-6314-Y It's alright, Sara. We're moving on to where we're needed. Dr. Kothari But I need you, Yancy! Your family is my life. And now I have to give it all away. SCP-6314-Y Aw, that's sweet of you to say, but we're not that- Dr. Kothari Twelve years, Yancy. Twelve years. That's how much of my life I've dedicated to taking care of you all. You're my world. But now they're taking you away, and I don't even recognize the world anymore. SCP-6314-Y What do you mean? Dr. Kothari Everything's so…different. We're working with our enemies now. The Circus is out in the open, and people love it. There are Maxwellist churches on the streets. Hell, they fixed the Broken God, and everything was fine! I feel like…I know we were wrong. All this containment shit, it was never necessary. What am I supposed to do now? Everything I thought was wrong. The world feels like it's moving on without me. It's like you said, "things fall apart." SCP-6314-Y Well… Dr. Kothari What? SCP-6314-Y That quotation is sometimes taken out of context. Dr. Kothari Of The Second Coming? I've read that, I know- SCP-6314-Y No, not that. The context of Yeats's philosophy, the whole "gyre" thing. Dr. Kothari What about it? Everything starts at a point, then spirals outwards into ruin. "The center cannot hold." SCP-6314-Y shakes its head SCP-6314-Y No, no, that's not how it works. Well, not completely. See, look. SCP-6314-Y uses its hoof to draw a two-dimensional representation of a widening spiral, as viewed from the side. SCP-6314-Y This is a gyre. Dr. Kothari Right. SCP-6314-Y But so is this. SCP-6314-Y draws another spiral, beginning at the end of the previous one but opening in the opposite direction so the two of them overlap. Dr. Kothari Okay? SCP-6314-Y Alright, so - [SCP-6314-Y taps its hoof at the edge of the gyre.] - we're here. Right at the end of this one gyre. But we're also at the beginning of the other one. Dr. Kothari What do you mean? SCP-6314-Y I mean, the spinning, the widening, it goes both ways. One gyre spins out into nothing, but another takes shape within it. And this one tightens while the other widens. So it's not just an endless spiral into ruin and despair. It's more of a- Dr. Kothari A cycle. SCP-6314-Y Yeah! Or a pendulum, or something. So yeah, this might be the end of the world. But it's also the beginning of one. Dr. Kothari [sighs] I know that, Yancy. The problem is that the new world is different. I'm not sure I want to live in it. SCP-6314-Y Well, you don't exactly have a choice. Dr. Kothari places her face in her hands. Dr. Kothari [sighs] You're even less helpful than Wilhelm. SCP-6314-Y Wait, uh, that came out wrong. Just, just hold on. Dr. Kothari [peers over her hands] What? SCP-6314-Y Look, all I'm trying to say is, the world's not ending. it's just changing. Cuz that's the nature of things - to fall apart, yeah, but also to come back together. And, well, if everything else is changing, so can you. Dr. Kothari lowers her hands and sits up. Dr. Kothari Yeah? And how am I supposed to do that? Quit the Foundation? Join the Circus? Hop over to the nearest church of Maxwell and get a freakin' computer implanted in my head? I don't even know what my job is for anymore! How can I protect normalcy when there is no normal? SCP-6314-Y Ah, that's not true. There's still a normal. Just a new one…one that, if what you've said to me is true, doesn't really need protecting. Dr. Kothari appears confused. Dr. Kothari What are you saying? SCP-6314-Y What are you hearing? [SCP-6314-Y winks] Dr. Kothari's eyes widen. She glances at her EyePod. > RECORDING ENDED < At this point, SCP-6314-Y struck Dr. Kothari's EyePod with its horn, destroying it. The object claims that it did so accidentally while shaking its head to dislodge a fly. It responded to all further inquiries with various vulgar quotes of W.B. Yeats. Addendum 6314-12 The footage transcribed below was compiled from Site-66 security cameras and Researcher Carlson’s EyePod. show attached documents hide attached documents Video Log > RECORDING STARTED < Dr. Kothari exits SCP-6314-Y’s habitat at the hallway. There is no one else present in the SCP-6314 unit, except for Researcher Carlson, who was working late in his office (located opposite Dr. Kothari’s, just inside the entrance to the 6314 unit). Due to the late hour, the hallway lights are on energy-saving mode; each light flickers on as Dr. Kothari passes under it, and turns off after she passes. She proceeds quickly from -Y’s habitat to the one shared by SCP-6314-S and -V. Researcher Carlson does not seem to hear Dr. Kothari's movements; he is listening to music9 via his cranial implant and quietly singing along. After several minutes, Dr. Kothari exits the habitat. The door to the habitat closes loudly behind her, and she startles at the sound. In his office, Researcher Carlson looks up from his computer screen. His EyePod is resting on a bookshelf behind him, looking out the doorway. Researcher Carlson Sara? Is that you? Dr. Kothari does not reply. She hurries toward the exit and tries to open the door, stopping clearly in view of Researcher Carlson, but she drops her ID card. Dr. Kothari Shit! Researcher Carlson Uh, Sara? Dr. Kothari’s grabs her ID and stands back up. Dr. Kothari Y-yes? Researcher Carlson What are you doing? Dr. Kothari Uh. Uh. I was just, uh…visiting Sammy and V-Vivian before I…before they…uh… Dr. Kothari’s right sleeve moves briefly. She attempts to conceal it behind her back. Researcher Carlson Sara? Dr. Kothari swallows nervously. She is visibly shaking. Researcher Carlson begins to turn around, towards his EyePod, but stops. Researcher Carlson Are they okay? Dr. Kothari [Dr. Kothari nods quickly] Y-yes. Researcher Carlson Are you? Dr. Kothari takes a deep breath, then nods once raises her chin. Dr. Kothari Yes. Researcher Carlson [resumes facing forward] Good. I'm glad. [deep breath] So this is good…night, then? Dr. Kothari Yes. [clears throat, softly] It is. Researcher Carlson [nods] Okay. Get some rest, Sara. You've earned it. Dr. Kothari [smiling faintly] Thank you. Dr. Kothari quickly exits the 6314 wing and then the building altogether. She climbs into her personal vehicle and departs from the Site. > RECORDING ENDED < Researcher Carlson did not discover that SCP-6314-S and -V had been removed from their chambers until he arrived for work the following morning. Once he reported their absence, and that Dr. Kothari had not arrived at work, agents were dispatched to her place of residence to detain her and retrieve the instances. Dr. Kothari's apartment had been vacated the night before, with most valuables and personal effects removed, as well as Dr. Kothari's vehicle. The vehicle was later discovered in Portland, Oregon, near a known access point to Three Portlands. Due to the low value of, and little danger presented by, the missing instances and the estimated difficulty of recovery, no further efforts to retrieve them are planned at this time. Active efforts to capture Dr. Kothari have likewise been abandoned. Footnotes 1. In addition to the instances described here, 30 similar animals associated with the letters of the Cyrillic alphabet have been discovered in predominantly Russophone countries. The Russian branch of the SCP Foundation supervised containment of Cyrillic instances until the fall of the Russian Federation during the Second War of the Flesh, at which point custody was transferred to the Department of Abnormal Threats to the Security Service of Ukraine. WonderCo representatives have confirmed that there were once plans to create Alliterative Animal series for multiple languages, but only the English and Russian sets were produced before post-Veil restructuring led to the project's cancellation. As the Cyrillic instances are already in GoI custody, the remainder of this document concerns only the English series. 2. Non-sentient biomechanical organisms reverse-engineered from the remains of SCP-131, programmed to follow and record on-duty Foundation personnel in order to improve record-keeping. EyePods visually resemble smaller (15 cm in height) instances of SCP-131 but are colored standard Foundation gray, and locomote via hovering instead of wheels. By the year 2025, all Foundation personnel level 1 and above were each assigned an EyePod. 3. A miniature version of a standard-sized board, colored purple and bearing the Dr. Wondertainment logo. This board was in SCP-6314-T's possession when it was contained. 4. Presumably, the billboard in question was displaying a recruitment advertisement for the 2030 Spacex/NASA Mars colonization mission. "Get your ass to Mars" was the advertising campaign's primary slogan, typically accompanied by a drawing of a donkey wearing a space helmet. 5. This statement has been flagged for potential antimemetic corruption. 6. This statement has been flagged for potential antimemetic corruption. 7. produced by SCP-646 8. including unpublished works, written correspondence, notes to self, grocery lists, and other minutiae 9. "Resistance" by Queensrÿche ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6314" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6315 | euclid | SCP-6315, obscured behind Huka Falls; image taken on 01/06/2013. Item #: SCP-6315 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to search sites for SCP-6315 advertisements and suppress them. Any persons of interest tied to Jetboat Sights and Adventures (JSA) and that have obtained knowledge of SCP-6315 are to be detained and interrogated. Amnestics are then to be administered based on the severity of knowledge gained from SCP-6315. All tourist destinations that included tours of Huka Falls have been relocated under the guise of permanent maintenance. Drones and guards are to be used as surveillance to locate any trespassers entering the 430km² exclusion zone. Trespassers entering the exclusion zone are to be turned away immediately. Roads connected to the exclusion zone are to be closed and rerouted, and any tourist destinations within the exclusion zone are to be relocated. All logs pertaining to SCP-6315 and its contents are to be logged in Addendum unavailable, please try again laterAddendum 6315-B. Due to Incident-6315, future expeditions of SCP-6315 are to be conducted using Foundation equipment, including transportation and drivers. All personnel must be armed. Description: SCP-6315 is a spatial anomaly located within Huka Falls of Taupo, New Zealand, consisting of an approximately 3 metre diameter multiversal passageway that is obfuscated by the waterfall. The company responsible for the former operation of this dimensional passageway, JSA, utilized armed and custom made 'Jet Boats' to traverse SCP-6315. SCP-6315 consists of three points of interest, designated SCP-6315-1 through -3 respectively. These locations have been routinely described in witness accounts collected from the tourism website TripAdvisor. Foundation personnel are yet to enter SCP-6315 and no formal expeditions have been planned. The following are witness statements collected from said website: The waterfall was absolutely terrifying, not only was the water crashing down on the boat, but there were pieces of wood and small rocks crashing against the armored windows as well. Only thing that made it bearable was Bennet, he was so calm and even jovial during the ordeal, cracking jokes and smiling to everybody-Thersea, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "You want the ride of your life?" I certainly got the ride of my life! When the boat went through the portal and into that stupid tall cave (TARDIS, maybe? :p), that's when I knew I was going to have the most fun I had in NZ this year! Highly recommend it for all ages! Do beware, the Creature Collection can be a little scary for toddlers out there, recommend you let Bennet know, he's very understanding about it. -Micheal, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I highly recommend that you adhere to the safety warnings with this ride. You are going to experience a lot of thrashing about, especially after the Creature Collection, where that river system throws itself for a loop back into the cave. I also recommend keeping hold on tight, they do not f**k around with the thrill part of the ride. Apart from that, I would recommend this! And if the CEO himself rides with us, that just shows how good it must be! - Theodore, ⭐⭐⭐⭐ For further information regarding SCP-6315-1 to 3, refer to Addendum unavailable, please try again laterAddendum 6315-B. One article referencing SCP-6315, highlighting its ties to the entertainment industry; article archived 21/08/13. Due to the public nature of SCP-6315 and its associates, the Foundation is currently investigating JSA and its subdivisions. During the investigation, multiple articles relating to JSA were discovered. All articles referenced JSA's ties to the entertainment industry, public domains, and popular figures. Further research has revealed that JSA employs approximately 200 workers across its subsidiaries, with its biggest pool of employees being JSA's Huka Falls attraction. The Foundation has focused its efforts on investigating the validity of these articles and JSA's company stocks, history, subsidiaries, and ties to the entertainment industry. These efforts have been placed under the command of MTF Theta-14: "Stock Brokers". Addendum: On the 11/08/2014, under the guise of an interview for a media outlet, Foundation Researcher Namid Maziar contacted the CEO of JSA, Jack Bennet, for an interview regarding systemic fraud affecting multiple companies at the time. The following is a transcript of the interview. + Show Interview-6315 - Hide Interview-6315 Video Interview: Interview-6315 Interviewer: Namid Maziar (under pseudonym Sere Nifty) Interviewee: Jack Bennet <Begin Log, 11/08/2014 9:05> Video starts as Namid adjusts his microphone, standing in the interview room Namid Maziar: Can we use wireless mics for once? It's like a web of wires under here. The door opens and Bennet walks inside, dressed in a yellow pinstripe suit, with matching shoes. A watch is present on his right hand. The man notices Namid and approaches him Jack Bennet: Hey! Apologies for being late, had to move a meeting around. Namid Maziar: That’s alright, you got here when you did. Thanks for taking time out for us. Bennet sticks out his hand Jack Bennet: How about a formal introduction, then? Jack chuckles. Namid chuckles back and shakes hands Namid Maziar: Have a seat. Jack Bennet: Of course. Both men take their seats at the interview table. Namid takes out a notepad Namid Maziar: The reason for this interview was for the strings of fraud that have hit New Zealand the past couple of weeks. I don't know if you've heard, but it's not good. Jacks expression shifts to concern Jack Bennet: Fuck, really? Pardon my language, that’s not good at all. What happened? Namid Maziar: Yeah, it isn’t. We’ve had a few companies hit with it. FireWire, New Zealand Family Adventures, Marlos Fisheries, and the latest one was NZ Jetboating. Jacks demeanor shifts, leaning over the interview table, a concerned expression on his face Namid Maziar: And we wanted to ask you a few questions to help clear things up, if that’s okay with you. Jack Bennet: Y-yeah, of course, ask me anything. I’m an open book. Namid raises an eyebrow Namid Maziar: Very well. Let's get the obvious out of the way, first. Name, Date of Birth, and Occupation. Jack Bennet: That’s easy enough. Jack Bennet, born on the 1st of March, 1990, and I am the CEO of Jetboats Sights and Adventures. Namid nods Namid Maziar: And what is it you do at Jetboat Sights and Adventures, or JSA? Jack Benner: I mainly take care of matters regarding the departments below me, meeting with investors, and taking care of my main attraction, the Huka Adventure Ride, something I would call my child if I could! Jack chuckles, but then quickly recomposes himself Jack Bennet: But, yeah, I just do those things. Namid Maziar: And you usually spend your time at the office? Jack Bennet: No, not anymore. I’m usually around the Huka Adventure Ride, riding with guests, and making sure everything is going off without a hitch Namids expression changes to confusion Namid Maziar: You… ride it? Jack tilts his head to the side Jack Bennet: Yeah, if I don’t ride it for myself, then I don’t know if everything is running smoothly. And the guests love it, too! I think having the CEO ride with them makes it more personal, and it helps when things don’t go so good. Namid Maziar: You’ve had incidents there, before? Jack Bennet: No, nothing major enough for an ambulance call. We’ve had little kids cry in the Creature Collection, but I could help smooth things out. Of course, after the review was posted, I made sure to update the safety standards as well. Namid Maziar: Reviews? Jack Bennet: Yeah, I always check reviews to make sure things are alright. I saw one where they recommended toddlers shouldn’t ride it due to the animals we have, so I upped the age rules to tweenish, I think that’s around 10-11 minimum. After that, one guest wasn’t sure the safety standards were clear enough, so I sunk some money into safety guidelines, online and offline, of course. Would be disappointing if you couldn’t ride something because you didn’t know about their safety standards, 6 Flags kept doing that, and now they’re ranked one of the lowest worldwide. Namid scribbles down some notes, and then looks up at Jack Namid Maziar: That is a lot of information there. I am wondering, do you coerce your guests into leaving positive reviews? Incentives, rewards, or whatnot? Jack Bennet: Oh god, no! I would never do that to my guests. That’s guilt tripping, and that just makes things worse! Namid Maziar: How so? Jack Bennet: Think of it this way, if a positive review is the only thing you get, you don’t get criticism, and if it’s something a lot of people don’t like, then you’ve lost. You can’t keep going and improving without feedback, and that is crucial. I always tell guests whenever they say they’ll leave a review: ‘If you wanna write a review, write the good and the bad! It helps us improve this even more for all of your enjoyment!' Jack takes a deep breath Jack Bennet: I love my job, I really do. I want to make sure everyone is okay, safe, and enjoying all that I do. It’s why I’m in the entertainment industry, helping people like Spielberg, Micheal Bay, or even just being outsourced to help with blockbusters. I love to entertain people, and I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost all of that. I promise you, I’ll report anything from our company, whether that’s suspicious transactions, scams, or anything like that to the proper authorities. Namid nods Namid Maziar Wow, okay then.. Jacks expression changes to flustered Jack Bennet: Yeah, I sometimes get a bit passionate about these things. My company is like my baby, I love it to bits, and would never want to lose it. Namids expression turns solemn Namid Maziar: I can relate to that, you just want to keep everything close to you, even if something ends up breaking it. It’s like that sometimes, isn’t it? Jack Bennet: Yeah, it is. But, we can always keep moving forward, can’t we? Namid smiles Namid Maziar: Yeah, we can. Namid begins to stand from his seat, Jack follows suit. Namid approaches Jack and sticks his hand out Namid Maziar: Thank you for your time, Mr. Bennet Jack Bennet: The pleasure's mine. <End Log, 9:48> Closing Statement: On 17/08/2014, JSA made multiple public statements relating to their Jetboat attraction. These statements consisted organizing an event consisting of "Behind the Scenes" looks into their attraction, and how they are able to achieve realistic special effects. Due to the overwhelming breach of secrecy and containment that this event would create, the Foundation was approved to enact countermeasures. On 25/08/2014, the Foundation enacted a suppression campaign against Jack Bennet and JSA, effectively removing approximately 99.89% of income and tourism over the course of 8 months. UPDATE 15/05/2015: Due to Incident-6315, containment procedures have been updated accordingly. MTF Theta-14 have been cooped by MTF Alpha-28: "Hunt and Capture" in efforts to track and locate CEO Jack Bennet. + Show Incident-6315 - Hide Incident-6315 Video Log: Incident-6315 Foundation Personnel: Namid Maziar Other Persons: Jack Bennet, Julie Bennet Foreword: Namid has been placed undercover as a tourist to observe and record the current state of JSA and its tourist attraction. Due to the malfunction of Foundation equipment, audio from Foundation researchers communicating with Namid has been lost. <Begin Log, 15/05/2015 13:09> Video starts as Namid enters the boat, fastening the provided safety belts and life jackets Namid Maziar: These jackets are always too small. Why did the lady think I was an extra small? A male voice is heard out of frame. The camera pans to a man of average height. The man is wearing a yellow striped suit, with brown dress pants. A watch is observed on his right wrist Jack Bennet: Hey there, mind if I join ya? A 2 second pause was recorded Jack Bennet: Oh! Didn't mean to scare ya! I'm Jack, Jack Bennet. Jack sticks his arm out, offering to shake. Namid obliges Namid Maizar: Namid… Jack Bennet: My apologies for the intrusion and scare. I'm the CEO of the company, not many get to see me. Jack points to the frame of the camera fastened to Namids helmet Jack Bennet: But with that GoPro, guess that's flying out the window, huh? Jack chuckles, before his expression changes to solemnity Jack Bennet: But then again, not many people come here anymore. [30 seconds of extraneous data removed for brevity] Jack Bennet: Alright, we ready to go? The camera pans to a female Attendant, who is piloting the vessel. The name tag on the Attendants shirt reads 'Julie Bennet' Julie Bennet: Ready! Jack Bennet: Then let's go! The camera captures the vessel lurching forward and climbing upwards to approximately 50 knots. The vessel travels closer to the waterfall before crashing through, entering SCP-6315 and into SCP-6315-1 Namid Maziar: Holy shit holy shit HOLY SHIIII- Audio is unintelligible and distorted for 2 minutes due to screams emanating from Namid. The camera captures the vessel edging the side of SCP-6315-1, until it skims over the surface of SCP-6315 and skims down the side of the cave system. The camera shakes and lurches with tight corners and and steep drops. Multiple sources of light are seen throughout the cave system, and frame scrubbing reveals multiple pit stops constructed throughout. After 2 minutes, the vessel lurches to the left and exits the cave system, pulling to a stop in a calm ocean Jack Bennet: Yes! This is what I'm talking about! Who would want to miss out on this? That rush of adrenaline is what makes it all worth it! The camera pans to Jack, capturing the expression of joy on his face Jack Bennet: Alright, let's head to the Creature Collection! We got some wonderful stuff in there! Once Namid here can get his head straight, I think he's a little out of it. The camera pans to the side of the boat, the water shown to be a shade of purple, with unknown bio-luminescence material giving it the property of glowing Jack Bennet: Oh yeah, you wondering about the water? Purple is it's natural colour, we're still testing to see if we can swim in it. If it passes the regulations, we'll have ourselves our own exotic pool. Without the big fish, of course! Jack chuckles out of frame [4 minutes of extraneous data removed for brevity] The camera pans around the inside of SCP-6315-2, low lighting causing low visibility in the video feed. Editing in post reveals a large containment facility with an artificial river constructed within. On both sides of the river cages and enclosures for various species of animals are seen. It is noted that these species of animals were originally found in earlier iterations of the attraction, and therefore were not available to the public. After 30 seconds, the camera pans and focuses on a large, malformed mammal. A large horn protrudes from the animals snout. Fur covers all parts of the animal with the exception of the tail, which is seen to be made of bone. The fur is seen to stand on end when the vessel nears. The animal snarls. Jack Bennet: Boari rattus, the horned rat. That thing can tear anyone apart in mere seconds, and is highly aggressive to boot. Could tear apart a grown man in seconds. The camera turns to Jacks face, which has contorted into a stretched smile Jack Bennet: And I could release it right now. It would be fun to try and not get eaten, wouldn't it? After a 4 second pause, Jack begins to laugh, loud enough to distort audio for 9 seconds Jack Bennet: Okay, okay, I'm not that cruel! That's just a part of the show. We wanted to make it more thrilling, so we found some more dangerous animals, some even from the early days! You know what it's like, I bet you've seen your fair share of deadly and unexplained things. An uncomfortable, intelligible murmur is heard from Namid Jack Bennet: That's the spirit! Julie, my darling, let's speed things up! Give Namid something he'll never forget! The camera captures the vessel powering and lurching to a speed of 65 knots. The noise of the engines distort audio for 9 minutes. The sudden change from darkness to bright sunlight causes video feed to become destabilized for 8 seconds due to overexposure of the lens. SCP-6315-3 is observed to be navigated through. Stabilization of the video in post calculated the vessel and persons on board were experiencing forces of 5-7 Gs [45 seconds of extraneous data removed for brevity] The camera pans to Julie Bennet. The vessel slows down to a complete stop, near the presumed place where Bennet described a large carnivorous fish breaching the water and chasing the vessel. Namid Maizer: Wait, aren't we meant to run from something? Jack Bennet: Hm? Run from what? Namid Maizer: Wasn't there a fish? I saw them in the adverts! The camera captures surprise from Jack, before an expression of anger, then neutral appear. Jack unbuckles his safety belt and stands up. Jack Bennet: Well, we were going to have a fun trip where a giant fish chases us back to the Tulip Rocks. But, simply, we ran out of budget. And it's funny you should say that, while I like to please my guests the best I can, I'm going to make an exception just this once. Bennet leans into the camera Jack Bennet: You are no guest of mine. Namid immediately stands and Jack snatches Namids left arm, twisting and pinning it to his back. The camera is twisted away from Jack, facing the river mouth of SCP-6315-3 Jack Bennet: Don't push your luck, especially with a gun to your head. Sounds of a struggle are heard for approximately 15 seconds, the camera shaking and obscuring the view of the struggle. After 20 seconds, the camera is twisted to face Jack. Bruises can be seen on his face and wrists, the watch cracked. Jack Bennet: Ah…ahh… Jacks recomposes himself, and his expression turns to remorse. Jack bends down and stares into the camera Jack Bennet: I wish I could say sorry about all this. But, I can't, not after what you did. You know who you are. You thought I was an idiot? You thought you could destroy everything I built? Jack reaches towards the camera and removes it from the helmet. The camera is held at a 45 degree angle, aiming at Jack and Namid, who is observed to be restrained with safety belts Jack Bennet: I'm not mad about all of it. Well, I am, but I've tucked those feelings away, gotta focus on the now instead of the past. I can, however, feel other things. Remorse, guilt for what I'm doing and what I am going to do, and even the feeling of vengeance. But, I know that's not what you want from me. You'd rather have me go on and on about how I'm gonna get my revenge and how much I'm gonna kill all of you. The camera is turned and pointed to Julie Bennet Jack Bennet: Hey darling, keep an eye on Namid. And if he tries to move or escape, shoot. Julie Bennet: You got it, sweetie. Jack hands the firearm to Julie, and takes her position as pilot of the vessel. The camera is placed and affixed onto a railing. Jack is in the centre of the frame, the pilots chair obscuring the background. Jack Bennet: I'm going to be real with you. You've hurt me enough already. I've had to cut staff shifts, I slashed my salary by half to keep my company afloat. I didn't want any of this. I didn't want to wage a war against you. I didn't want to take such drastic measures against a malicious entity. A 5 second pause was recorded Jack Bennet: But, you forced my hand. After you fucked with my livelihood. You could have just stopped at the advertisements, but you didn't. Our stock prices plummeted, our audience went down from 15,000 a year to 10. We were crashing into the ground, and I was the one piloting it. You put me under so much stress, you made my life hell for over eight months. Eight fucking months of hell. Do you know what that feels like? You don't, obviously. None of you are in my shoes, nor are you ever going to be. This is just normal to you. Snuff a life here, ruin one there. Make a front company, boil the competition till they fucking explode! It's normal to you, and that's the fucked up thing! In the real world, this isn't normal. Companies just don't commit corporate espionage whenever they fucking feel like it, and it's disgusting that you decided to resort to shit like this. Jack pauses and takes a deep breath. A gunshot is heard off frame, and then footsteps. Julie Bennet: He broke free. Jack Bennet: Alright, that's okay. Just prep the body for now. Julie nods and walks out of frame Jack Bennet: Christ, I warned him. I fucking warned him. T-that's another thing about all of you. You never cease to give up. You just didn't stop at fucking me over, you decided to put an undercover fuckwit through this thing and think all would be hunky dory. And like, I know that you've sent others through here, I'm not stupid, I know what hidden cameras look like, I work in the fucking entertainment industry! You had dozens of people go through and I just smiled and waved. I've known you people for a while, it's not hard to see the same behaviours and mannerisms of people who do exciting stuff as a day job, I do it as well. But, things can go wrong. And what's gone wrong for you, is a direct result of what you did to me. I'm a compassionate and empathetic man, I was patient, I waited a full eight months to see what would happen, if you stopped. I was going to forgive you, and it would have been water under the bridge. But you didn't. The camera is grasped by Jack, and is held at arm's length. Jacks expression is cold Jack Bennet: After that, you don't deserve forgiveness. The camera is tossed into the water, video and audio distortions disrupting all incoming visual and audio data for 6 seconds. The feed cuts out. <End Log, 14:01> In the aftermath of the incident, the Foundation have focused its efforts onto the exploration of SCP-6315, the containment of creatures from SCP-6315, and the search and detention of Jack Bennet. |
SCP-6316 | neutralized | close Info X By OzzyLizard Thanks to REDESERT and fabledtiefling does not match any existing user name for some crit. Image Credits: Oppy - here OppyFinalTransmission - here More by this author: >AUTHOR PAGE!!!!< Enjoy :) Link To Guide Item#:6316 Clearance Level 1: Clearance SCP-6316 (Artistic interpretation). Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6316’s remains should be left on the Martian surface for the foreseeable future, unless such as a time as it’s rebooting can be reached. Until that time, it is presumed neutralised. No recovery is required. Description: SCP-6316 is the Opportunity rover, developed by NASA. The remotely operated vehicle was installed with an experimental AI system developed at Site-19. This operation was conducted in order to assess the future of intelligent AI systems exploring extraterrestrial bodies, developed in a collaboration between Foundation researchers and lead NASA scientists. The Foundation focused on creation of the AI database (which was awakened a year prior to launch), while NASA focused on development of the physical rover. SCP-6316 was sapient and self-learning. Through its own will, it operated with a female voice and developed a curiosity with Mars. It’s sister craft, the Spirit rover was non-anomalous, though SCP-6316 formed a great emotional attachment to it. The pair were launched to Mars in July, 2003. Addendum: Archived Transmission Log Date Message Response January 25, 2004 (Sol 0) Arrived on Martian surface. No sub-system damages. Allowing remote control. Thank you, Opportunity. Feel free to roam the nearby area. We will broadcast you further instructions very soon. January 26, 2004 I have sent photos of my surroundings. I believe I am in a crater, which I think is good. Is it good? Am I doing well? Yes, Opportunity, you have done very well. The crater should provide a nice flat surface for you to move along. I think our next course of action should be to move towards the crater’s rim and then make our way to the Endurance Crater. January 26, 2004 How exciting! I look forward to this voyage! :) [None] December 15, 2004 Reached Endurance Crater. Have found a large boulder, requesting identification. How is Spirit? Is she well? Good job reaching Endurance. We believe that the boulder may be a meteorite, try to take samples to confirm our hunch. Spirit is doing just fine, she touched down soon after you and has been operating perfectly with the exception of a faulty wheel. December 16, 2004 Analysis confirms it is a meteorite. Tell Spirit I said hello and hope she gets better soon! [None] April 23, 2005 HELP, STUCK IN PATCH OF SOFT SAND, SIX WHEELS BURIED, CANT MOVE. Remain calm, Oppy, NASA is running simulations to find a way to free you. Make sure you keep your solar array active and operational. June 10, 2005 Tell Spirit I said goodbye… Opportunity, stop being dramatic, you’re almost out. [SCP-6316 was successfully freed 2 hours later] June 11, 2005 Thank you! Should I resume my travels? That’s quite alright, Oppy, I’m uh- sure Spirit would miss you if you were gone. Please begin moving towards the Victoria Crater next. Travel round it’s rim clockwise and we’ll give you further instructions. September 06, 2006 Reached Victoria Crater. May I please inspect the crater’s edge? From my knowledge, we may get some insight into this formation if we do so. Of course, Opportunity, we would like you to inspect the edges. We understand you are excited, but please wait for instructions in the future. Speak to you soon. September 24, 2007 Have fully inspected Victoria’s edge. Please let me know if you would like further images or inspection. Yes, please broadcast any additional photos or footage. I believe we should begin a study of the crater’s interior. Please enter the crater and we will tell you instructions for a detailed study. September 24, 2007 Will do! Currently charting best path for entry, received instructions. I will contact you again when I am finished. Thank you, Opportunity. August 2, 2008 [None] Hi, Opportunity. You’ve been working real hard on that study, we think we have enough info now. Please move out of Victoria Crater now, we will inform you of further instructions soon. How are you doing? Are you okay with the isolation? August 3, 2008 I will move out shortly. I am doing fine! Thinking about Spirit keeps me going! :D Good to hear. Once you are out of Victoria, begin a trek to Endeavour Crater. March 27, 2010 Have been on my way to Endeavour for a while now, thought I would check in. All systems: Functional. How is Spirit? Well done, Oppy, good to hear from you, everything’s fine back here. Spirit is fine. [Note: The Spirit Rover ceased all functions on March 22, 2010 due to being stuck in a sand trap. SCP-6316 was not informed in a hope to keep it motivated.] August 9, 2011 I have reached Endeavour Crater! It is much bigger than I imagined, I suspect you wish for me to survey the crater’s interior? I wish Spirit could see this, make sure to send her a photo. Well done! Don’t worry about entering Endeavour, there’s a geographic feature named Cape York to your South that you should navigate around. We will make sure to send Spirit your photo. May 20, 2013 Have traversed and now fully analysed Cape York, sending data now. I hope to see Spirit soon. Will I see her? Good job Opportunity. Please begin moving towards Marathon Valley. December 4, 2014 Wher e am I? Mar s. Hell0? Opportunity, you have had a minor amnesia event due to a malfunction of one of your memory banks. We’re working on fixing it now. December 14, 2014 MEMORY REBOOT: -SUCCESSFUL- Hello? Earth I think I am fixed. Hello? Hello Opportunity, are you alright? December 14, 2014 I am alright. 7th memory bank corruption. I believe we should divert memory storage away from bank 7. How bad was it? You’ve unfortunately ‘forgotten’ to send data reports for a few cycles. Engineers believe it was a hardware failure due to an age related issue. We’ve updated your software so you should ignore the 7th memory bank now. [23 transmissions omitted for brevity] May 21, 2015 Wher e is Sp1rit? Opportunity, you’re undergoing your 24th amnesia event. Stay calm. We are going to switch you to RAM only mode until we can solve the issue. May 23, 2015 I believe it worked. I feel something is different,1 but I can remember now! :) Good. Please continue your voyage. June 1, 2018 Large dust storm detected. What should I do? Feeling scared. Feeling lonely. Try to sit it out. Operate on vital power only and we can temporarily shut off your AI systems if you want. June 1, 2018 Leave my AI on please. Wind is picking up. Will be brave. I worry something bad has befallen Spirit though.. [None] June 2, 2018 Planetary-scale dust storm detected. Solar array covered with dust. I feel isolated, is this the human feeling? We can see the storm. Just stay still. Try not to move. We’ve got our best engineers and scientists working to save you. You’ll be okay. Stay calm, Oppy. June 4, 2018 Is this all there is? Sitting in a storm, waiting for it to end. Is this what I was designed for? My accomplishments soon to be outshined by the next piece of hardware and my discoveries, extraordinary now, washed away in the ever-increasing wealth of knowledge that is to come? I feel as though, an everlasting legacy is more fruitful than an everlasting existence. Opportunity, you have done something great. You have paved the way for the greater discoveries you speak about, I hope you know that. You are part of the ever-increasing wealth of knowledge you mentioned. Achieving a sense of mortality is something we never hoped you would have to suffer from. You have done well, Oppy. June 10, 2018 (Sol 5111) My battery is low, and it’s getting dark. Perhaps I will find Spirit. [835 attempted recovery commands.] SCP-6316 was officially declared neutralised on February 13, 2019. Following the Opportunity mission, the use of intelligent AI systems in extraterrestrial exploration is still under debate between Foundation and NASA researchers. NASA’s final transmission to SCP-6316 was I’ll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday. The final image broadcasted by SCP-6316. Footnotes 1. This statement has lead researchers to theorise the memory bank malfunctions may have lead to accelerated AI progression. |
SCP-6317 | euclid | Most Likely to Swim with the Fishes: Hana Thompson AstersQuill SCP-6317: Worth a Thousand Words Author: AstersQuill - Author Page Notice to Staff The following file contains minor references to self-harm and suicide and heavily involves the discussion and depiction of memory loss. Please let your supervisor or I know if you are sensitive to these topics and we will work out a replacement assignment from there. -Glass And once again the students return to the halls, eager to start another memorable year. | | Welcome "Dr. Glass"! | | Searching For File "IRISRMX.pdf"… | | File Found! Begin Loading? Are things really as you remember them? | Loading File… | Loading Complete! | | Item#: 6317 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site-19 Site Director Dr. Sophia Light Research Head Dr. Simon Glass Assigned MTF N/A Assigned Site Site-19 Site Director Dr. Sophia Light Research Head Dr. Simon Glass Assigned MTF N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6317 is to be contained within a standard anomalous humanoid dormitory and provided with amenities at the approval of Dr. Glass. Additionally, SCP-6317 is to meet weekly with site psychologists to screen for long term exposure to cognitohazardous matierals. SCP-6317-1 is to be contained within a standard anomalous item containment locker. At the request of SCP-6317, testing with SCP-6317-1 is currently prohibited. Instead, SCP-6317 has provided Foundation staff with a collection of materials for review. Foundation staff are to observe caution while reviewing materials, and are to affirm that they are currently living their best life. Description: SCP-6317-1 SCP-6317 is the designation given to Hana “Iris” Thompson, an Asian-American female of average build and height. Prior to containment, SCP-6317 was a member of the senior class of Bear Ridge High School and President of the Newspaper club. This is where she is believed to have first encountered SCP-6317-1. SCP-6317-1 is a Polaroid 1000 Land Camera with “Property of KLHS” carved into its side. The school acquired SCP-6317-1 for the club from an alumnus, with the hopes of providing a more authentic feel to the school paper. SCP-6317-1 has no innate anomalous properties aside from a seemingly infinite amount of film and battery life. SCP-6317's anomalous properties manifest when interacting with the photos produced by SCP-6317-1. By physically manipulating the photos (cutting, scratching, pasting, etc.), SCP-6317 can alter the memories of the events taking place in the photo. Through addition or removals of certain aspects of the photo, subjects receive conflicting memories, causing them to be unable to recall events captured in the photo. SCP-6317 herself is not immune to this affect, and efforts to remediate her gaps in memory are currently ongoing. Addendum - 01 Discovery SCP-6317’s anomalous properties were discovered following a tip from Researcher Blaire’s son, Anthony; a senior at Bear Ridge and someone SCP-6317 was noted to be romantically pursuing. After reading the Homecoming edition of the school paper, Researcher Blaire noted that his son was having difficulty recalling the events and aftermath of the game. Anthony showed Blaire a photo in the newspaper he was in with his friends. Upon seeing the paper, Researcher Blaire found that one of the kid’s faces was scratched out, with SCP-6317 awkwardly edited into the photo. Furthermore, Anthony insisted that both SCP-6317 and his friend were present.1 Researcher Blaire instructed his son to get some rest and began a formal examination of the newspaper. Through inspection, the newspaper was noted to have slightly elevated cognitohazard levels consistent with anomalous interference. Researcher Blaire sent the paper to Site-19, and was tasked to passively monitor the situation for continued anomalous effects. Addendum - 02 Recovered Documentation The following interview was conducted by SCP-6317 prior to the publication of the Homecoming edition of the school newspaper. This is also the first noted instance of SCP-6317 feeling the effects of her anomalous properties. «Homecoming Newspaper Interview» Interviewer: Hana Thompson Interviewee: Principal Ryan Kruek «Begin Log» Hana: (Mumbling) Alright, that should be everything set up. <She claps.> Alright! Thank you for taking the time to sit for an interview, Principal Kruek. Kruek: Always, Hana. You know how much I love to interact with my students. Now, <he leans back in his chair> How about that game, huh? Hana: I heard we did quite well! A fine job as always, Coach. Kruek: Heard? You weren't there? Hana: I-uh. <She pauses.> Kruek: You alright, kiddo? Hana: Yeah, sorry. Brain freeze, you know? <She produces a photograph from her bag. The photo shows a group of football players with Hana awkwardly cropped in.> I was with Anthony and his friends. I think we got appetizers afterwards too. Kruek: I was going to say. It would be unlike you to miss such an important event. Especially, the last Homecoming you’ll ever see. <He picks up the football sitting on the edge of his desk.> Kruek: But hey, it wouldn't be the first time someone slacked senior year. Hell, Just Some Guy won us the game and then comes to school saying he wasn’t there; like anyone could forget Homecoming! He’ll be running laps until finals with that attitude. Hana: Wait, sorry who are you talking about? Kruek: Just Some Guy. Don't you remember him? He's my starting wide receiver. Aren’t you supposed to be the sports reporter? Hana: Rhea took that position so I could take a more direct role in editing. Kruek: Ah that's right! She interviewed me after the game. A lot of promise in that one, and only a sophomore. Hana: Yes, she's quite the prodigy. Anyways, what's your plan for- Kruek: You know, she actually won that writing award thing again. You won that a couple of years ago, right? Hana: Yes. I won it when I was a sophomore. Kruek: Looks like we'll have no problems finding a new president when you graduate. You should be very proud of what you've been able to accomplish, and I know you'll train Rhea well. Hana: Oh…Thanks. Kruek: You seem a little down, Hana. Something on your mind? Hana: Just thinking about the end of the year is all. Kruek: Ah, I remember that feeling. Hana: You do? <The faint sound of static can be heard.> Kruek: Truth is, high school's just a phase, Hana. Life only gets better after you graduate. When I was in your shoes, I felt the same way. All the Homecoming games and marching band tunes fade away after a while. Eventually you just have to face the music. Hana: I’m not sure I’m ready to leave yet. There’s still so much I need to do before June. Kruek: Well, you better step to it, kid. This is the last chance you’ll have to see all of your friends before they move on and you become a memory. Hana: Huh? Kruek: You remember all those nights you spent awake staring at your ceiling wondering if you were doing enough? It’ll never be enough. No matter if you had a year or the rest of your life. Your regrets will only come to you in once fond memories of faces you barely remember. <Hana holds her hands to the side of her head. The sound of static is overwhelming.> Kruek: You won't be remembered here, Hana. No matter how much you try. <Silence> Kruek: Hana? Hana? Bueller? Bueller? Hana: Wha? Huh? Kruek: That was the bell. I think it’s time you return to class now. Thank you for the interview, Hana. «End Log» A copy of the Homecoming edition of the newspaper has been attached below following extensive review. According to SCP-6317, the Homecoming paper is one of the most read of the year, with a reprint needed to fulfill the demands of the community. Exposure to the newspaper was followed by a noted withdrawal of an unknown student from the Bear Ridge database, as well as other minor anomalous phenomena. THE BEAR RIDGE GAZETTE Go Bearcats! BUCHANAN, MICHIGAN OCTOBER 10TH, 2015 FREE FOR STUDENTS A Victory on the Field By: Hana Thompson Following another exciting game, the Boys Varsity Football team won a decisive victory against Troy with a final score of 36-30. According to Coach Kruek, the team played one of their best games yet, with both the new additions and old members of the team bringing their A-game. Coach wanted to highlight two students, Anthony Blaire and Just Some Guy for their last second play to secure the win. Photo Editing…Offline? By: Hana Thompson With the revival of the physical photo medium, I gathered some tips as the President of the Newspaper club for how I edit my photos. Now, there are a lot of techniques you can use. All you need is a precision knife, the photo you want to edit, and some rubber cement. Simply cut out the imperfections and voilà! Your perfect photo, a memory just as you wanted it. Don’t worry about if a memory is still yours after you edit it! All you need is some practice, patience, and the ignorance to free yourself of the guilt of depriving someone of recollection, and you'll be a master in no time! Interview with Coach Kruek By: Prodigy Rhea Adams After another hard-fought victory, I had the pleasure to interview Coach Kruek. Hot off the heels of being drenched by a container of orange Gatorade, Coach had a lot to say about the team's performance. Can you tell me about how you felt during the game? Did you have any worries that you could lose this game? Remember these questions, Hana? You wrote the guidebook after all. All those years ago. They may have had us on the ropes in the first half, but I had no doubt that my boys would pull through. A lot of these boys won't be returning to the field next year. Do you worry about the future of the team? We have enough young talent here to carry this team for years. Besides, the upperclassmen have already had their fun. It's time for these new guys to take their place in the sun. What better way to remember your last season than a Homecoming win, huh? You have always been replaceable, Hana. You were a fool for not believing that sooner. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me, Coach. Do you have any encouraging words for our seniors? Of course! Be sure to have fun this year! These are the best years of your life, after all. Go Bearcats! Notable anomalous activity seemed to decline in the months of November and December in preparation for midterm exams. According to SCP-6317, this period was one of the most difficult in her high school career, and she reported spending the majority of her break at home. After returning from winter break, SCP-6317 met with her academic counselor to discuss her class rank and plans for the remainder of the year. «Academic Counseling; January» Interviewer: Hana Thompson Interviewee: Ms. Abernathy «Begin Log» Abernathy: Are you sure you need this recorded, Hana? I can just email the information to you. Hana: I just want to make sure I'm not missing anything is all. This thing has been a life saver for keeping me on track. Abernathy: Oh? Are you having a hard time keeping on top of everything? Hana: Not quite? I don’t know. With the newspaper starting back up, I've noticed I keep forgetting certain things. Abernathy: Stress does affect memory. You should be careful. <Static can be heard from the recording.> You don’t want to forget us. Hana: Uhhh… <She swallows hard.> So about that transcript review! How did I do? Abernathy: The appointments are 30 minutes each, Hana. We have time to discuss that later. I have to say some people are really wor- Hana: I have some stuff to do for the newspaper, so I'd prefer if we could get this done. Please. Abernathy: Alright…<She passes a piece of paper to Hana.> You should be proud of yourself; I know how hard you've been working these past few years. Name: Hana Thompson Rank: 30/464 GPA: 3.85 Current Classes: Honors Literature, Honors Government and Politics, Honors Calculus, Photography, Advanced Art Portfolio, Honors French; Extracurriculars: Newspaper Club (Overly Devoted President), National Honor Society, Habitat for Humanity, Forgetting her Friends and Family, Field Hockey Manager, Art Honor Society, American Red Cross Club, Wondering Where it All Fell Apart; Hana: You know, I always dreamed of giving a speech at graduation. As someone who is the most involved in the class, I- <Her expression turns to shock.> I ranked 30th!? Abernathy: Better luck next time, Hana. Hana: I'm sorry? Abernathy: I was saying that out of over 400 students I think you should be excited! 30th is nothing to scoff at. Hana: But-but I thought I was doing so well. What happened? Abernathy Hana, dear. Your friends and teachers have expressed a lot of worry to me about you. Rhea said she found you nearly passed out in the darkroom the other day. Hana: I was just resting my eyes. Besides, don’t most people fall asleep at school? Abernathy: Not surrounded by paper scraps and rubber cement they don’t. When was the last time you saw your friends? Hana: It had to have been during break. I think I went skiing with My First Crush and Forgotten Friend. I also went to Anthony's track championship. A really nice person took a photo of us outside of the stadium and then he took me out to eat at a really nice Italian restaurant. Abernathy: And are you sure that's how things went? Hana: What? Abernathy: Hana, from what Anthony has told me, he sees you as a really good friend. He turned you down at Homecoming. Don’t you remember? He's with Someone Better Than You now. He told me that you stopped answering his texts so he broke things off. Your best friend Your Other Halftold me that they’re going to the prom together. Even your parents called me to say that you never left the house during break. Hana: That's…Impossible. I took all those photos. Abernathy: The camera sign-out sheet says that Rhea was the last person to take the camera out before break. She said she was doing a piece on how seniors are spending their last winter break before college. Hana: No! That's not how it happened. You have to believe me. Abernathy: Your friends miss you, Hana. You used to do everything together and now you're throwing it all away for what? Hana: I feel like I'm going to be sick. Abernathy: We know what you’ve done, Hana. We live in every scar and glue patch on your hands. Maybe when you look back, you’ll remember us in those. <The sound of static is overwhelming.> Abernathy: All their faces, Hana, do they mean anything to you anymore? When you see them in the hallway do you see where their eyes are? Their mouths? They speak to you, Hana, but you no longer answer. <The sound of retching can be heard, following shortly by the sound of vomiting and a heavy thud.> «End Log» SCP-6317 was rushed home and remained on bed rest for two days. When she arrived back at school she noticed that a new version of the newspaper was published. School reports indicate that the paper had to be reprinted three separate times in order to keep up with the demand from students. THE BEAR RIDGE GAZETTE Go Bearcats! BUCHANAN, MICHIGAN JANUARY 12TH, 2016 You'll never be FREE Ranking Royalty By: Principal Kruek Congratulations to our seniors on reaching the midpoint of their last year at Bear Ridge. I especially wanted to congratulate three students who have given their all these past 3.5 years. The students at the top of the Bear Ridge Class of 2016 are: Not Hana Thompson Not Hana Thompson Not Hana Thompson If you see these students in the hallway, be sure to give them a round of applause. I look forward to their memorable speeches in June that will be the subject of scrutiny or praise for many family dinners to come! A Winter To Remember By: Prodigy Rhea Adams I spent this winter interviewing and meeting with members of the senior class while Hana Thompson was home moping about me replacing her. Of the students I interviewed, a majority of them took the winter break to make memories with friends, bring home awards for Bear Ridge, or cried into their pillows about the prospect of leaving all they've ever known. Overwhelmingly though, students expressed excitement for the remainder of the year, commenting specifically on the exciting events planned by the student government. For some of you, this will be your last chance to make memories here, and it would be heartbreaking for you to forget us here at Bear Ridge. Good luck with the rest of your year seniors! Wish you were here! Boogie Back to the 70s! By: Those Once in Your Shoes The Bear Ridge Student Government, paired with generous contributions from community sponsors, are excited to announce the theme for this year’s prom: the 1970s! Although we may have not have been alive during that decade, the student council has come to the conclusion that those were the best years of our lives. What better way to pay tribute to such an important part of our development than by spending a night remembering what we once had? Ticket prices are starting at $120. For more information, join us at our next meeting in the band room Friday. Self-Care for Stressed Teens By: Hana Thompson As the year comes to an end, more and more is being added to our plates. College applications, last minute tests, the overwhelming feeling that you gave all of yourself to something that won't remember you when you leave. All of these feelings are too much for anyone to handle without support. As such, I have gathered some fun activities that can be used to decrease stress. Meditation - A good way to relax in a pinch. All you need is some calm music, a place to sit, and a way to remember what exactly it is you're looking for in doing this. Scrapbooking - As editor of the newspaper, I spend a lot of time working with photos. Scrapbooking is a fun way to curate all your memories from the past few years exactly how you want to remember them. With some glue and scissors, as well as a cute scrapbook, you too can lie and say you had a good time in high school. Spending Ceaseless Nights Crying into a Pillow - Nothing gets rid of stress better than releasing all of that energy into your pillow every night. Friends not inviting you out anymore? Break ups? Poor ranking? Doctor says it's best to head straight for the pillow. Bonus points if you can manage to keep yourself from crying until your classmates can't see you! Addendum - 03 Prom Night The height of SCP-6317's anomalous properties manifested on June 19th, 2016, the night of Bear Ridge High School's prom. SCP-6317 reported that she has no memories of the night in question, nor does she have any recollection of how she ended up in the Foundation's care. Researcher Blaire was notified by Anthony of the night's events. Due to SCP-6317's feelings towards him, Anthony suffered only minor symptoms from SCP-6317's cognitohazardous materials. A copy of the phone call between Anthony and Researcher Blaire can be seen below. «Begin Log» Anthony: (Frantically) Dad! Fuck, dad pick up please. Blaire: What's wrong, Anthony? Did I mix-up the time to pick you up? Anthony: No. I think Hana finally went off the deep end, dad. Blaire: What? Anthony: She's wearing the sash and tiara, dad, and she stole my fucking jacket! Blaire: Is no one else in your class doing anything? What about the chaperones? Anthony: Everyone seems to be fine with it. I- <He pauses.> I don't remember who won, but from what I heard no one was planning on voting for her. Especially not after her breakdown after winter break. <Voices can be heard from the other side of the phone.> Blaire: Anthony? Who are those voices? Hello? Anthony: I-I was given a copy of the newspaper. Blaire: Whatever you do don't look at it, alright? Do you hear me? Anthony: Dad I- <Static can be heard from the other line.> Blaire: Anthony? Anthony: (Calmly) This night, all these months leading up to it. We have been given the gift of a night we'll never forget. Blaire: Hey! Stay with me kid. Barricade yourself in a bathroom if you can. I'm on my way. Anthony: I can't wait to tell you about tonight, dad. I'll see you later. Blaire: Wai- «End Log» Upon investigating the school, a stack of over 1000 newspapers were found outside SCP-6317’s locker. Due to the high amount of cognitohazardous material in the paper, paired with the number of papers, Foundation personnel incinerated all known copies. During SCP-6317’s intake, however, a crumpled copy was found among her personal effects. A non-anomalous version has been attached for viewing. THE HANA THOMPSON GAZETTE Why Don't You Remember Us? The School Gymnasium Prom Night The Best Night of Your Life God Save the Queen By: Hana Thompson The lovely, popular, and Class of 2016 star, Hana Thompson was able to win the prom queen vote in a landslide. I mean, we would be fools to not vote for such a wonderful person as queen. It's not like she spent the entire year running a fraud. No no no. This was her year after all, a chance for her to shine and sparkle; to make memories at the expense of everyone else. Sure, she may have taken our memories, identities, and senior year from us, but can you really blame her? She deserved to be at those football games and charity events while we got the enriching experience of sitting as neat paper cut outs on the darkroom floor. Oh, but let's not forget those superlatives. Surely, no one could best our golden girl? Most Likely to Succeed: Hana Thompson Most Likely to Become President: Hana Thompson Most Likely to Forget Herself: Hana Thompson Most Likely to Alienate Her Friends and Family so She Can Have Her Best Year: Hana Thompson Most Likely to Swim with the Fishes: Hana Thompson A clean sweep! Although there were many more deserving of those awards, this story isn't about them anymore. Hana would never let anyone dare to forget the impact she had on this school. Trendy Looks of the Year By: Hana Thompson This year's prom season has truly brought out the fashionistas in the Bear Ridge Class of 2016. First and foremost, the beautiful Hana Thompson sporting a vintage floral print with one of Bear Ridge's own letterman jackets belonging to her unrequited boyfriend Anthony. Scandalous! Next, we have The Forgotten sporting a very lovely outfit consisting of: How many years did we wait for this night? How many hearts were broken? Dollars spent? All for some of us to be remembered as royalty. I can't wait to see that outfit out on the dance floor. And for the people wearing hand-me-downs or rent-a-gowns, you'll have to step aside for the more fortunate. Besides, when you return that gown or suit later tonight, only memories will fill that hole in your closet where your outfit should be. And we all know how reliable those are. A night to remember! Can’t Forget the Speech! By: Hana Thompson And how could we forget our very own prom queen's speech? Here, let's see what she said: <A group of over 400 misshapen and blurred heads face the stage. Hana can be seen sweating, shaking, as she grabs the microphone.> Hana: I uh. I did it guys! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to, no. This isn't right. <The crowd looks to her in silence.> Hana: This isn't how tonight was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be perfect; beautiful dress, great music, someone standing up here next to me. <The crowd looks to her in silence.> Hana: But no, I had to play God and ruin everything! Me! I sacrificed everything for this school in the past year, and this is the thanks I give myself in return. <The crowd looks to her in silence.> Hana: Please just fucking say something! <Silence.> Hana: Fuck! <She lets out a scream and begins to sob.> Hana: I-I can't even remember your faces anymore. <She walks off the stage an approaches the nearest student.> Hana: Y-your name was John, right? James? Didn't we have the lead roles in the play this year? <She approaches another student.> Hana: Amanda? That's you right? We passed notes during the basketball finals. You told me you loved me. <The student stares at her. She drops to her knees and grips the hem of the student's dress.> Hana: I r-remembered when someone loved me. <She begins to sob harder.> I remember how he held me at Homecoming, how I kissed her behind the bleachers during halftime, the flowers they used to give me during- <She pauses and looks at her hands.> Hana: Who was it that I loved? <The crowd looks to her in silence.> Hana: For them, I have to make this right. <She storms out of the gymnasium, the door slamming behind her.> I don't think I could have said it better myself! Let's see where our Queen ran off to. Hana Thompson Takes a Swim By: Hana Thompson And at the end of her story, the prom queen sets down her crown and shoes and stands before the edge of oblivion. She's been in this position before, she thinks; looking down from the high-dive, ready to deliver victory to the school she so dearly loved. Her shoulders feel like heavy anchors, and as she blinks away her blurry vision, she can almost see people waiting for her in the water. Friends, family, people she's not sure she's never even interacted with before. She smiles. At least here she'll be among people she remembers. With a slip, she falls… Tumbling forever downward. Foundation elements embedded in local law enforcement and ambulatory services secured the scene and provided Class-A amnestics to Anthony as an attempt to prevent further harm. SCP-6317 was discovered in the school's pool. She was resuscitated and brought to Site-19 for further medical treatment. Bear Ridge High was reclassified as condemned, and community misinformation campaigns are currently in place to cover-up the fate of the Class of 2016. We'll see you in your dreams, Hana. | | Close File? | | And once again those young minds march on. The sweet memories of music beckon them to the past, as time sends them unlovingly to the future. 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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the infestation of SCP-6318, Site-106 has been evacuated, with its personnel stationed at other facilities in southern Florida. Personnel entering Site-106 are to wear anti-fungal biohazard protection and be accompanied by at least one Foundation psychometrist. All solid matter within Site-106 is to be assumed to be a part of SCP-6318 until otherwise proven by psychometric reading or physical sampling. At no point should destruction testing on SCP-6318 material take place within Site-106; in the past, this has led to structural instability as SCP-6318 reacts to the destruction of a portion of itself. Efforts to neutralize SCP-6318 are ongoing. Description: SCP-6318 refers to Foundation Site-106 in Miami, Florida; more accurately it refers to a massive, anomalous fungal organism that has infested and near-perfectly mimicked all infrastructure, appliances and architecture in Site-106's main building, its containment warehouses, and the shipping areas for the Anomalous Item Request program. This transfiguration occurred some time between 2000 and 2022. SCP-6318 is capable of altering its physical composition to mimic relatively complex items, such as LCD televisions and computer monitors, touch screens, and the RFID readers that grant admittance into Site-106. More frequently, SCP-6318 mimics infrastructure and furniture such as plumbing, electrical wiring, light fixtures, desks, chairs, and dinnerware such as coffee mugs. Items mimicked by SCP-6318 maintain the same physical properties when intact, with the anomalous properties only being revealed if they are damaged. SCP-6318 is a parasitic lucrevore.1 Most lucrevores avoid the consumption of anomalous objects; by contrast, SCP-6318 appears to specifically seek out and feed on anomalous items located in the Procurement and Liquidation warehouses near Site-106. It disguises the consumption of these items by creating a non-anomalous duplicate using its biomass, similar to the process that it has used to consume and replace Site-106. It is currently believed that SCP-6318 does not consume living organic tissue (e.g. Foundation personnel). However, until such a time that SCP-6318 can be communicated with and/or neutralized, Site-106 is considered lost. Due to logistical issues relating to the containment of and access to anomalous items, Procurement & Liquidation is currently operating at satellite facilities in Southern Florida, at a severely reduced capacity. Discovery: SCP-6318 was discovered following a series of complaints made to the Anomalous Item Request program that non-anomalous items had been delivered to their intended recipients; particularly, several items created by William 'Billy' Stokes, an anartist from Findlay, Ohio, were reported to have lost anomalous properties prior to receipt. Agent Daniel Navarro2 investigated one of these objects, and his findings alarmed the Department of Procurement and Liquidation. Agent Navarro is standing in a laboratory alongside Agent Digby Du Bois within Site-106. On the table before them is a piece by Billy Stokes, a crude clay object resembling a duck. Agent Navarro: Right, this is AO-923844, 'Quackers', I think it was called? What does it do? Agent Du Bois: Made you waterproof when you held it. Agent Navarro: Doesn't sound very useful. Agent Du Bois: No, I mean it. Waterproof. Water just bounced off your whole body. You could be immersed in it and not get wet. Wouldn't float, either. We tried to loan it out to a task force that specialized in aquatic operations, see if we could find a use for it, but when it didn't work… Agent Navarro: Ah, Phi-19 get miffed easy. But let's look at it. You do your psychometry, I'll do my analysis. Agent Du Bois puts his hands on the object and frowns, shutting his eyes and attempting to concentrate. After two minutes, he pulls away. Agent Du Bois: That's weird. Agent Navarro: What is? Agent Du Bois: I'm… not really getting anything. Kind of a… neutral feeling. Agent Navarro: Okay, so… what does that mean? Agent Du Bois: One of two things: either the thing's alive, or it doesn't have any history I can latch on to for psych purposes. Agent Navarro: That is weird. Hold on. Agent Navarro places the sculpture on a sheet of paper and draws a thaumic sigil around it. Agent Navarro: Now, this is going to disassemble it, but I can reassemble it easily enough. Literally just a split down the middle. I can fix it without damaging the anomalous properties. Navarro activates the rite. Sparks fly as it fizzles. Agent Navarro: What the… what? That should have… what? Agent Du Bois: What went wrong? Agent Navarro: This is… the ritual is meant to bisect clay items. Pottery, sculptures, that kind of thing. But it does so in such a way that it can be put back together. What… Agent Du Bois: Maybe… it's not clay? Agent Navarro: You people have done tests! What else would it be? Agent Du Bois walks around the laboratory, running his hand across several items. Eventually, he stops at an empty cart meant for transportation of lab supplies. He raises an eyebrow. Agent Du Bois: I'll be right back. Agent Du Bois exits the room. He re-enters approximately six minutes later, carrying a fire axe. Agent Navarro: …do I want to know? Agent Du Bois: There are only two things in this room that give me the neutral sensation—the sculpture, and this cart. Don't want to smash that, so… Agent Navarro: Yeah, no, you're not doing that. Agent Du Bois: What? Why? Agent Navarro goes over to a laboratory supply cabinet and retrieves gloves, safety glasses, and aprons. Agent Navarro: This isn't Jackass, agent. There are safety protocols. The agents put on the safety equipment. Following this, Agent Du Bois lifts the fire axe, and swings it down. The cart, which should be made from stainless steel, visibly gouges; a viscous, yellow liquid pours from the wound. Agent Navarro: What the hell? Agent Du Bois removes the fire axe with some difficulty. He inspects the wound. Agent Du Bois: Is… is that… Agent Navarro: Organic. Not animal matter. Maybe fungal? Agent Navarro reaches out to take a sample. As his glove makes contact with the wound, the cart recoils and falls to the ground. The whole of Site-106 shakes, with lights flickering and equipment falling off of shelves. An evacuation alarm sounds; Du Bois and Navarro proceed to Site-106's exits. A full survey of Site-106 was done following this event; based on samples taken, approximately 92% of the total mass of the Site was organic. Inspection of other Site-106 facilities revealed the same, necessitating the removal of all non-compromised equipment and anomalous objects. Foundation researchers are currently studying methods to neutralize SCP-6318 without destroying Site-106. Addendum: Contact with PoI-6117-01: Two weeks following the evacuation, former Site-106 Director Jean Skeates was contacted by a civilian through means of communication normally only available through the Foundation. This civilian, who had previously been involved during the containment of SCP-6117 requested that Skeates meet him in a location of her choice. Skeates chose an eatery in Little Havana, Miami; the meeting took place in February of 2021. Approximately one block away from the meeting place, Skeates activates her body camera. As she enters the cafe, a staff member greets her by name; almost immediately following this the video feed cuts, leaving only audio recording. Skeates: I was wondering if you'd do that trick again. You don't change much in a decade, do you, Wally? PoI-6117-01: Miss Skeates, I'm Wally to my friends. To you, I'm Walter St. John. Skeates: If a friend of mine is to be believed, there's no 'John' in your surname, and you're no 'Saint' either. What are you, really? PoI-6117-01: Tough to say. I was born lookin' exactly as I do today on August 13th, 1981. Right in front of all the video cameras that were recordin' Reagan signing a bill. Skeates: Okay, no. We would have seen that, and suppressed it. PoI-6117-01: Coupla things: firstly, even back then, live television was broadcast on a delay in case someone had a wardrobe malfunction or tried to shoot the president again. They cut the feed and Reagan ran me off-screen, you barely noticed. PoI-6117-01: Secondly: you know how they say that Jeff Bezos is the richest man in the world? Skeates: Yes? PoI-6117-01: He ain't. He's the richest private citizen. There are royal families and dictators all over the world that think he's pocket change. Skeates: Fascinating lesson in basic economics, Wally. Now, can we— PoI-6117-01: In much the same way, Jeannie, the Foundation is the most powerful anomalous private organization. Get my drift now? You ain't the only game in town; hell, you're not even the biggest player. Now sit down. Silence on the recording. Skeates is heard pulling out a chair and sitting down. PoI-6117-01: Now. Ask your questions, I know you like doing that. Skeates: Is this why you wanted to buy Site-106 from us? To prevent it from turning into a fungus? PoI-6117-01: Honestly, main thing we wanted was the contract. The Site was a gamble; you'd picked up the pathogen a while back, but we weren't sure if it would infect you. Skeates: When did we catch it? PoI-6117-01: Let me think… when's the first time you brought in something from the PZGA? Skeates: The what? PoI-6117-01: The Polski Związek Grzybiarstwa Anomalnego. Skeates: The… wait, the mushroom wizards from Poland? You can't be serious, they're harmless. We bought a credenza made by them from a yard sale in Warsaw back in 2006, but… it's not even the right genus. It's made out of goddamn live penicillin cultures! PoI-6117-01: Harmless? Maybe. But communists— and former communists— can be careless, y'know? Skeates: What would you have done, if you'd gotten it? The Site, I mean. PoI-6117-01: We'd have allowed you to relocate, of course. We ain't monsters, despite what the BLMGTBQ crowd thinks. Skeates: Now you're trying to offend me. PoI-6117-01: Bein' politically correct only pays the bills in June, hon. Now, I can help you with this infestation, but on one condition. Skeates: What? PoI-6117-01: We got this little scheme cookin' up. We're minting exactly 397 non-fungible tokens, and we want each member of your Site to buy one. Skeates: …I'm sorry, I must have had a break from reality just now. Did you just say you want everyone at my Site to buy cryptocurrency? PoI-6117-01: And we'll drive the fungus out. Skeates laughs for several minutes. Skeates: Oh, you are the living end, Wally. PoI-6117-01: They'll appreciate, I can guarantee it. We run off of Etherium— Skeates: I need to order a drink to calm myself, because this is hilarious. Miguel, can I get a mojito over here? A voice is distantly heard confirming her order. PoI-6117-01: You seem friendly with the locals. Skeates: Been meeting a friend here for dinner every week for… almost thirteen years, now. We wouldn't even have met if not for you. Silence is heard on the recording. Skeates: In fact, we were supposed to meet for dinner tonight, right after she gets off her shift. Which should be… oh, hello Florence! 'Florence': One mojito for you, Jeanie, and let me just take care of this capitalist— PoI-6117-01: Son of a bitch! A struggle is heard for several seconds, followed by a short yelp. Video feed is shortly restored as a woman with vitiligo, grinning with pointed teeth, snaps a small pendant in half and places it on the table, alongside a Blackberry phone. She looks directly at Skeates with blue-green eyes. 'Florence': Fuck that felt good. Now, uh… you ain't gonna torture him, are ya? Skeates: Atypical Persuasion hasn't been welcome in Miami since '92. We just needed him thrown in a cell, and we needed you to get his phone. 'Florence': Why? Skeates picks up the phone; the screen is locked, with an error message reading: PERMANENT DEADLOCK ENGAGED. ACCESS DENIED. Skeates: Can't lock texts you've already sent, asshole. With cooperation from the Telecommunications Monitoring Office, Procurement & Liquidation personnel were able to isolate several text messages PoI-6117-01 had sent from 2009 to 2022; while the recipients are encrypted with paratechnological systems that the Foundation lacks access to, the contexts of a pair of text exchanges seemed relevant to the current situation: [NUMBER BLOCKED] 09/28/2008 Holy crap, they're stupid Hey, Walt, you hear? what the hell is it? The Foundation bought the freakin' bankl bankl* bank** Wait, the Bank? Like, the BSS? No, Lehman Bros. Of COURSE the BSS, Jesus. do you want your site to crater when it goes public i can make that happen if you don't get your ivy-league ass off the capslock key Yes sir But I just got off a conference call. Jeff and I were laughing our asses off Don wanted to actually buy it. Got all pissy. We had to explain to him why buying it was a bad idea! boy was dropped on his head i swear to god how long until they realize it's a white elephant? Apparently the contract is already causing problems Director sprained her ankle getting out of her taxi i'll be damned. thought they were smarter than that i give it until june for them to find the damn contract. the infestation… I don't think they'll ever notice. 'Cold' not cruel? More like 'cold, not competent' what was that. did you just try to send me a meme? son, you know my phone has memetic filters. i can't even listen to music on this damn thing Just trying to test out a new function on my phone. You need an upgrade, my guy. Maybe I could get into the phone business? [NUMBER BLOCKED] 01/22/2022 yo yoo yo rich dude txt me back got some info for ya you alive? What the fuck? Who are you? How did you get this number? fuckin harsh. im the guy you have parked outside that hotel in miami like a million people came running out two hours ago now there are hazmat trux everywhere. they're hasslin me to move my car look this is good info can i get my pay Oh, you're her. Other sources confirm. Bitcoin will be in your wallet by the end of the hour. YEET hey am i gonna die The bank won't have spread beyond the building. You'll be fine. bank? dude its a hotel You're not paid enough to know what I mean. Ask questions and I'm not paying. k sry dude The building which formerly housed the BSS's corporate headquarters on the topmost floor. From these, a hypothesis was formed that SCP-6318 had actually infested Site-106 following the Foundation's acquisition of the Bank of the Sunshine State; similar to SCP-6117, its anomalous properties were transferred to the Foundation upon purchase. However, investigation of other businesses and properties linked to the Bank — including the offices of Esoteric Ritual Services, LLC — failed to reveal any anomalous properties resembling SCP-6318. Eventually, Agent James Skeates and Director Jean Skeates dispatched themselves to the building which once housed the Bank of the Sunshine State's headquarters, in downtown Miami. James Skeates activates his body camera in the lobby of the office building, facing the directory by the elevators. His mother, Director Jean Skeates, is accompanying him. Agent Skeates: I don't need your help, mom. Jean Skeates: This thing tried to get you twice. If there's an ounce of it left, I'm not gonna let it try a third time. Agent Skeates: Okay. What's in its office now? Silence as Agent Skeates reads the directory. Agent Skeates: Sunny Channel Programming— wait, that's us! What the hell? Jean Skeates: Oh for— I hate this organization's bureaucracy. Agent Skeates: Goddamn O5s. The Skeates enter the elevator and proceed to the appropriate level. They exit into the offices of Sunny Channel Programming, a start-up public broadcasting service; in reality, the offices served as a front company for a complex, multi-month mission being carried out by the Specialized Anomaly Recovery, Covert Operations Group. Skeates approaches the receptionist, an Agent Bethany Hannah, who is attending to the phones. Hannah: Sunny Channel, please hold. Sunny Channel, can you hold please. Sunny Channel, hold please. Hanna notices the Skeates. Hannah: Oh, hello, I'm afraid we're not taking any visit— Jean Skeates: Director Jean Skeates, Site-106, Authorization Number 00-106-03223. Hannah: …I'm sorry? Jean Skeates: They're valid. Check them. Agent Hannah types in the credentials into her computer with one hand. Her other picks up a .357 revolver beneath the desk and aims it at James Skeates's legs. The gun is put away after the credentials are verified. Agent Hannah: Son of a bitch. You do realize you could blow our whole operation here? Jean Skeates: We'll make it quick. Agent Hannah: Hold on. Agent Hannah connects her phone to her superior officer. Agent Hannah: Mr. Stetson, we have a Geraldine Pfifer here to see you.3 'Stetson': Send her in. As the Skeates enter the main office, Agent Hannah speaks directly to James Skeates. Agent Hannah: If you blow this op for us, you'll wish that I shot out your knee. James Skeates doesn't respond, and vigorously rubs his forehead. Jean Skeates' body camera shows that his eyes are watering. Agent Hannah: Hey, I didn't… is he okay? Jean Skeates: Headache? James Skeates: Like you wouldn't believe. Agent Hannah: Okay, straight back, it's the— James Skeates: Corner office. Been here before. I know. Despite being in severe pain, James Skeates follows Jean Skeates to the corner office. There, they are met by Director 'Stetson' of the SAR/COG. The blinds in the office are drawn. Jean Skeates: Right in our backyard, in a place we cleaned out and we weren't even notified. Director Stetson: Director, while I appreciate what you're going through is difficult… why are you in my office? Jean Skeates: Not technically yours. P&L bought out the company this whole floor belonged to back in 2008. Bank of the Sunshine State. Hear of it? Director Stetson: We still find the pens when we clean sometimes. But what does— Agent Skeates produces a crowbar concealed somewhere on his person. Director Stetson: Where did that come from? Agent Skeates begins hitting the wood paneling of the room with the crowbar. Director Stetson: Hey! What the hell?! Jean Skeates: Let him work. Director Stetson: Work? He's tearing up the panelling! That's real— A large section of the paneling falls away with a crunching sound. The material beneath is very brittle, and it largely disintegrates when it his the floor. Director Stetson: —mahogany… James Skeates continues attacking the wall, revealing an organic structure beneath. In contrast to the structure which makes up Site-106, the interior of the walls appears to be visibly rotted and liquefied. A final blow from Skeates destroys a large part of the wall, revealing the break room on the other side. Personnel are splashed with ichor from the impact, and are left staring stunned. Jean Skeates: Headache gone, honey? James Skeates: Sighing Mom… and yeah, it's gone. The operations of SAR/COG were not disrupted, and are currently ongoing. In 2008, the Department of Procurement and Liquidation acquired the failing Bank of the Sunshine State, a financial institution that had failed following the sub-prime mortgage crisis. Evidence recovered both from their former offices where SAR/COG had set up a field base, as well as other former BSS buildings, has shown that they are comprised of material similar to SCP-6318. Thus, SCP-6318's file has been updated. Item#: 6318 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the infestation of SCP-6318, Site-106 has been evacuated, with is personnel stationed at other facilities in southern Florida. Personnel entering Site-106 are to wear anti-fungal biohazard protection and be accompanied by at least one Foundation psychometrist. All solid matter within Site-106 is to be assumed to be a part of SCP-6318 until otherwise proven by psychometric reading or physical sampling. At no point should destruction testing on SCP-6318 material take place within Site-106; in the past, this has led to structural instability as SCP-6318 reacts to the destruction of a portion of itself. Efforts to neutralize SCP-6318 are ongoing. Description: SCP-6318 is a parasitic fungal organism which is capable of camouflaging itself as financial institutions, and operating as such. SCP-6318 appears to be sapient, but is incapable of communication. Its most recent manifestation, prior to Foundation acquisition, was as the Bank of the Sunshine State, a financial institution localized in South-East Florida; the structures of facilities owned and operated by the Bank of the Sunshine State are made up of material which resembles fungal tissue. SCP-6318 is a parasitic lucrevore. Unlike other lucrevores, SCP-6318 specifically seeks out anomalous items to feed upon, digesting and replacing them with copies made of fungal matter that lack the original anomalous properties. In 2009, during the sub-prime mortgage crisis, SCP-6318 was inadvertently purchased by the Foundation's Department of Procurement and Liquidation in an attempt to contain anomalies related to the Bank of the Sunshine State; the institution had been involved with several instances of anomalous activity in the Miami area since at least 1979. It is believed that the transfer of ownership caused SCP-6318 to migrate to Site-106, and infest it through as-of-yet not understood anomalous means, while leaving the buildings it formerly occupied to decay. Since this time, SCP-6318 has converted Site-106 and its anomalous item storehouses into fungal tissue capable of mimicking inorganic material such as steel, concrete, electrical wiring, and plumbing, in order to feed off of valuable items contained at Site-106. This primarily manifests in the consumption of material in the anomalous item storehouses, which SCP-6318 disguised by altering both paper and electronic records that it had transfigured into fungal matter, which demonstrated its sapience. As of March 2022, Site-106 is still considered lost. History of SCP-6318: An organism similar to SCP-6318 had been speculated to exist by Foundation architectural biologists4 following the discovery of a lucrevore resembling a toy store manifesting in New York City's Times Square. At the time it was the largest known lucrevore specimen, feeding upon both money gained in financial transactions and merchandise sold within. After the liquidation of the company it was parasitizing, the lucrevore in question died, with its skeletal structure overtaken by a clothing store. SCP-6318 is believed to be the offspring of at least one similar organism; the Bank of the Sunshine State was founded in 1955 as an offshoot of Lehman Brothers, before spinning off into an independent entity in 1969. Any anomalous properties Lehman Brothers may have possessed were never investigated, and the O5 Council has vetoed any attempt to investigate Nomura Holdings, which acquired Lehman Brothers's assets. The first known involvement SCP-6318 had with the anomalous was discovered in 1979, following an outbreak of anomalous items in Miami, traced back to an antique store whose owner (whereabouts unknown) possessed a safety deposit box at the local Bank of the Sunshine State branch. Following the liquidation of ERS LLC, the BSS was considered a Group of Interest, monitored by Site-106. During the course of the 1990s and early 2000s, the BSS used anomalous items to attack Procurement & Liquidation personnel and their families; it is now speculated that the Foundation acquisition of SCP-6117-A in 2009 was an attempt by SCP-6318 to dismantle Site-106. Addendum: Successful Containment of SCP-6318: On March 17th, 2022, a meeting was held between various Departments to attempt to contain SCP-6318. Among these were the Department of Procurement and Liquidation; the Department of Architectural Zoology; the Department of Surrealistics5; the Department of Mycology; and the Department of Iteration. An except from the meeting is transcribed below. Personnel Present: Director Jean Skeates and Agent James Skeates, Procurement & Liquidation; Dr. Gertrude White, Architectural Zoology; Dr. No Plume, M.D., Surrealistics; Dr. Marta Krychowiak, Mycology; Dr. Theodore Ship, Iteration. Director Skeates: Thank you for all coming on such short notice. Even you, Dr. Plume. Dr. Plume: Where duty calls, the sun don't shine. Director Skeates: …okay. You've all been briefed on the crisis, then. Does the Department of Mycology have any opinions? Dr. Krychowiak: I have several contacts in the PZGA, and from this, I have some experience in… what's the term in English? Thaumo-mycology. I have looked at samples taken from the Site, and… it's like the whole organism is simultaneously a brain and a stomach. It resembles a mushroom genetically, but behaviorally, it's like a mold. I wish I could study it more closely. Dr. Ship: There's a possibility we've considered to try to, at the very least, remove it from Site-106. We set up another Foundation Site under a one-use front, and then we have that front buy possession of Site-106. Director Skeates: I'm not sure that would work. St. John, whatever he is, seemed to think that the anomaly wouldn't transfer to him and his holdings once he bought it from us. But even if we do manage to eradicate it… we'd have to rebuild the Site from the ground up. That could take months. Agent Skeates: If we're going to need to rebuild anyway, couldn't we could try burning it down? Dr. Krychowiak: We don't know how it would react to being burned. SCP-1658 has killed twenty people since book burning became in vogue again. Director Skeates: Beyond that… Site-106 is tailor-made for the containment and liquidation of anomalous items. We'd have to be transferred, and our skillsets are very specialized, unless the Foundation has openings in accounting or starts up a department of antiquing. More to the point, I don't think Fire Suppression would be very enthused with us burning down a whole Site. Dr. Plume: Such an awful joke. Agent Skeates: Shut it. Dr. White: Fungi are closer to animals than they are plants; as you can see, it's intelligent. Maybe we can have it abandon the structure and migrate elsewhere? It seems to be able to move between entities that 'own' it at will. Director Skeates: We could risk exposing the whole Foundation to it. We have very few actual SCP objects contained at Site-106. Imagine if it infested 19, or 17, or… any other Site, basically. Dr. Plume: Nifty! Dr. Ship: And can we be positive it hasn't replaced any personnel? Or infected them in some way? We don't think it's poisonous, but for all we know, you and everyone in Site-106 could just be… copies of yourselves. Agent Skeates: Thank you for the existential dread, doctor, but Mycology's tested us already. We're all human, thank god. It can't replicate us. Dr. Ship: Even so… Dr. Krychowiak: Perhaps you could try to pawn off the Site to the PGZA? My colleagues— my former colleagues would love to have a chance to study it. Director Skeates: Again, we'd have to sell the whole Site and god knows what else therein. The Mushroom Picking Association may not be a hostile GOI, but it's still an exterior group. We can't be 100% sure that they'd be willing to give us back our anomalous items. Dr. Plume: Mushroom lust, mushroom greed, mushroom gluttony, mushroom pride, mushroom envy… Agent Skeates: Who let him in here?! Dr. Krychowiak: Dr. Plume, please. We have more important things to be concerned with than with you listing off… fungal vices. Agent Skeates: …sorry, what did you just say? Dr. Krychowiak repeats herself. Agent Skeates: One second. Agent Skeates pulls out his phone. Agent Skeates: Hey, Skippy? Where does the word 'fungible' come from? Skippy.AIC: 'Fungible' is derived from the Medieval Latin phrase 'fungi vice', meaning 'to serve in place of'. Agent Skeates: That's it, then. Thank you, Dr. Plume, for the idea. Dr. Plume: Well, I wanted a retirement package anyway. Not supposed to give ideas, they'll push me out the door for sure… Dr. Krychowiak: I'm not sure I follow. Agent Skeates: 6318, it's not just a fungus. It's a fungible fungus. It's perfectly replaced, and is serving in place of, almost every fixture in Site-106. Dr. Plume: That joke was old the first time you used it. Silence in the room, with light sounds of confusion. Dr. Plume: Wait, nevermind. I forgot I was in surrealistics, not pataphysics. Agent Skeates: …right. Point is, I think we have a way to neutralize it. But it's… not necessarily going to be pleasant. Director Skeates: Let's hear it. Agent Skeates: We have to make Site-106, and everything therein, non-fungible. And… well, P&L did start monitoring cryptocurrency in 2019, after the whole thing with Amazon. So… Dr. Plume: Ah, yes, the great Grubhub Hubbub. Director Skeates: Are you telling me that we're going to mint NFTs of the Site?! Agent Skeates: If anyone else has better ideas, I'd like to hear them. It's a lucrevore. It eats valuable things. But it can't eat things that it doesn't have access to, and I'd like to see it try to infiltrate a Foundation-made blockchain. Agent Skeates submitted a formal proposal for containment of SCP-6318; by April 1st, 2022, it was implemented. Item#: 6318 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6318 is contained through use of SCP-6318-A instances. Maintenance should be carried out as necessary as SCP-6318 shrinks in mass. The Department of Mycology has opened a branch at Site-106 to study the recession of SCP-6318. Live cultures are in the process of being shipped out to other Foundation Sites for study, before the main mass is rendered inert. Description: SCP-6318 is a fungal lucrevore which is currently infesting Site-106 and all of its facilities. Prior to the implementation of current containment procedures, SCP-6318 had replaced the majority of matter within Site-106 with its own biomass. However, due to the implemented containment procedures, its growth has stopped, and it is beginning to recede; currently, 82% of Site-106 is made of fungal matter. SCP-6318-A instances are non-fungible tokens depicting Site-106 and various items therein, including anomalous items in containment, personnel, and Site-106 itself. The blockchain that SCP-6318-A instances operate on is Foundation-operated and powered by renewable energy. Through an as-of-yet unclear mechanism, SCP-6318-A instances have made Site-106 itself non-fungible, and as such, are slowly eradicating SCP-6318. An SCP-6318-A instance, tied to Site-106 as a whole. Footnotes 1. Lucrevores are organisms which feed off of valuable goods, ranging from physical currency to 'liquid' assets located in a bank account, and items which the organism deems valuable, which can range from jewelry and artwork to collectable items to human organs. Organisms similar to SCP-6318 have been encountered in the past, and account for approximately 7% of all unsolved thefts in the United States alone. 2. A former member of an anartist group and expert in anomalous artworks. 3. Foundation codephrase indicating unscheduled visit from Site-106 personnel. 4. Personnel who study organisms that resemble buildings; the three major divisions are architectural zoology, architectural botany, and architectural mycology. 5. The representative of this department was not invited to the meeting, and when asked to present credentials, shoved a live platypus into the hands of the agent guarding the room. The agent allowed this representative entrance regardless. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6318" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6318. Licensed under CC-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: 4765747977_ce376600c1_b.jpg Title: Downtown Miami Building Author: Phillip Pessar License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Filename: 2Q8og2y Title: DSC01394 - Cafeteria Author: archer10 (Dennis) License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Author: lalapronyk License: CC0 (uploaded in 2017) Source: pixabay Filename: 106Banner3.jpg Title: Part of Miami seafront, circe 1971-1972 Author: Dada1960 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons |
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Special Containment Procedures: Due to the infestation of SCP-6318, Site-106 has been evacuated, with its personnel stationed at other facilities in southern Florida. Personnel entering Site-106 are to wear anti-fungal biohazard protection and be accompanied by at least one Foundation psychometrist. All solid matter within Site-106 is to be assumed to be a part of SCP-6318 until otherwise proven by psychometric reading or physical sampling. At no point should destruction testing on SCP-6318 material take place within Site-106; in the past, this has led to structural instability as SCP-6318 reacts to the destruction of a portion of itself. Efforts to neutralize SCP-6318 are ongoing. Description: SCP-6318 refers to Foundation Site-106 in Miami, Florida; more accurately it refers to a massive, anomalous fungal organism that has infested and near-perfectly mimicked all infrastructure, appliances and architecture in Site-106's main building, its containment warehouses, and the shipping areas for the Anomalous Item Request program. This transfiguration occurred some time between 2000 and 2022. SCP-6318 is capable of altering its physical composition to mimic relatively complex items, such as LCD televisions and computer monitors, touch screens, and the RFID readers that grant admittance into Site-106. More frequently, SCP-6318 mimics infrastructure and furniture such as plumbing, electrical wiring, light fixtures, desks, chairs, and dinnerware such as coffee mugs. Items mimicked by SCP-6318 maintain the same physical properties when intact, with the anomalous properties only being revealed if they are damaged. SCP-6318 is a parasitic lucrevore.1 Most lucrevores avoid the consumption of anomalous objects; by contrast, SCP-6318 appears to specifically seek out and feed on anomalous items located in the Procurement and Liquidation warehouses near Site-106. It disguises the consumption of these items by creating a non-anomalous duplicate using its biomass, similar to the process that it has used to consume and replace Site-106. It is currently believed that SCP-6318 does not consume living organic tissue (e.g. Foundation personnel). However, until such a time that SCP-6318 can be communicated with and/or neutralized, Site-106 is considered lost. Due to logistical issues relating to the containment of and access to anomalous items, Procurement & Liquidation is currently operating at satellite facilities in Southern Florida, at a severely reduced capacity. Discovery: SCP-6318 was discovered following a series of complaints made to the Anomalous Item Request program that non-anomalous items had been delivered to their intended recipients; particularly, several items created by William 'Billy' Stokes, an anartist from Findlay, Ohio, were reported to have lost anomalous properties prior to receipt. Agent Daniel Navarro2 investigated one of these objects, and his findings alarmed the Department of Procurement and Liquidation. Agent Navarro is standing in a laboratory alongside Agent Digby Du Bois within Site-106. On the table before them is a piece by Billy Stokes, a crude clay object resembling a duck. Agent Navarro: Right, this is AO-923844, 'Quackers', I think it was called? What does it do? Agent Du Bois: Made you waterproof when you held it. Agent Navarro: Doesn't sound very useful. Agent Du Bois: No, I mean it. Waterproof. Water just bounced off your whole body. You could be immersed in it and not get wet. Wouldn't float, either. We tried to loan it out to a task force that specialized in aquatic operations, see if we could find a use for it, but when it didn't work… Agent Navarro: Ah, Phi-19 get miffed easy. But let's look at it. You do your psychometry, I'll do my analysis. Agent Du Bois puts his hands on the object and frowns, shutting his eyes and attempting to concentrate. After two minutes, he pulls away. Agent Du Bois: That's weird. Agent Navarro: What is? Agent Du Bois: I'm… not really getting anything. Kind of a… neutral feeling. Agent Navarro: Okay, so… what does that mean? Agent Du Bois: One of two things: either the thing's alive, or it doesn't have any history I can latch on to for psych purposes. Agent Navarro: That is weird. Hold on. Agent Navarro places the sculpture on a sheet of paper and draws a thaumic sigil around it. Agent Navarro: Now, this is going to disassemble it, but I can reassemble it easily enough. Literally just a split down the middle. I can fix it without damaging the anomalous properties. Navarro activates the rite. Sparks fly as it fizzles. Agent Navarro: What the… what? That should have… what? Agent Du Bois: What went wrong? Agent Navarro: This is… the ritual is meant to bisect clay items. Pottery, sculptures, that kind of thing. But it does so in such a way that it can be put back together. What… Agent Du Bois: Maybe… it's not clay? Agent Navarro: You people have done tests! What else would it be? Agent Du Bois walks around the laboratory, running his hand across several items. Eventually, he stops at an empty cart meant for transportation of lab supplies. He raises an eyebrow. Agent Du Bois: I'll be right back. Agent Du Bois exits the room. He re-enters approximately six minutes later, carrying a fire axe. Agent Navarro: …do I want to know? Agent Du Bois: There are only two things in this room that give me the neutral sensation—the sculpture, and this cart. Don't want to smash that, so… Agent Navarro: Yeah, no, you're not doing that. Agent Du Bois: What? Why? Agent Navarro goes over to a laboratory supply cabinet and retrieves gloves, safety glasses, and aprons. Agent Navarro: This isn't Jackass, agent. There are safety protocols. The agents put on the safety equipment. Following this, Agent Du Bois lifts the fire axe, and swings it down. The cart, which should be made from stainless steel, visibly gouges; a viscous, yellow liquid pours from the wound. Agent Navarro: What the hell? Agent Du Bois removes the fire axe with some difficulty. He inspects the wound. Agent Du Bois: Is… is that… Agent Navarro: Organic. Not animal matter. Maybe fungal? Agent Navarro reaches out to take a sample. As his glove makes contact with the wound, the cart recoils and falls to the ground. The whole of Site-106 shakes, with lights flickering and equipment falling off of shelves. An evacuation alarm sounds; Du Bois and Navarro proceed to Site-106's exits. A full survey of Site-106 was done following this event; based on samples taken, approximately 92% of the total mass of the Site was organic. Inspection of other Site-106 facilities revealed the same, necessitating the removal of all non-compromised equipment and anomalous objects. Foundation researchers are currently studying methods to neutralize SCP-6318 without destroying Site-106. Addendum: Contact with PoI-6117-01: Two weeks following the evacuation, former Site-106 Director Jean Skeates was contacted by a civilian through means of communication normally only available through the Foundation. This civilian, who had previously been involved during the containment of SCP-6117 requested that Skeates meet him in a location of her choice. Skeates chose an eatery in Little Havana, Miami; the meeting took place in February of 2021. Approximately one block away from the meeting place, Skeates activates her body camera. As she enters the cafe, a staff member greets her by name; almost immediately following this the video feed cuts, leaving only audio recording. Skeates: I was wondering if you'd do that trick again. You don't change much in a decade, do you, Wally? PoI-6117-01: Miss Skeates, I'm Wally to my friends. To you, I'm Walter St. John. Skeates: If a friend of mine is to be believed, there's no 'John' in your surname, and you're no 'Saint' either. What are you, really? PoI-6117-01: Tough to say. I was born lookin' exactly as I do today on August 13th, 1981. Right in front of all the video cameras that were recordin' Reagan signing a bill. Skeates: Okay, no. We would have seen that, and suppressed it. PoI-6117-01: Coupla things: firstly, even back then, live television was broadcast on a delay in case someone had a wardrobe malfunction or tried to shoot the president again. They cut the feed and Reagan ran me off-screen, you barely noticed. PoI-6117-01: Secondly: you know how they say that Jeff Bezos is the richest man in the world? Skeates: Yes? PoI-6117-01: He ain't. He's the richest private citizen. There are royal families and dictators all over the world that think he's pocket change. Skeates: Fascinating lesson in basic economics, Wally. Now, can we— PoI-6117-01: In much the same way, Jeannie, the Foundation is the most powerful anomalous private organization. Get my drift now? You ain't the only game in town; hell, you're not even the biggest player. Now sit down. Silence on the recording. Skeates is heard pulling out a chair and sitting down. PoI-6117-01: Now. Ask your questions, I know you like doing that. Skeates: Is this why you wanted to buy Site-106 from us? To prevent it from turning into a fungus? PoI-6117-01: Honestly, main thing we wanted was the contract. The Site was a gamble; you'd picked up the pathogen a while back, but we weren't sure if it would infect you. Skeates: When did we catch it? PoI-6117-01: Let me think… when's the first time you brought in something from the PZGA? Skeates: The what? PoI-6117-01: The Polski Związek Grzybiarstwa Anomalnego. Skeates: The… wait, the mushroom wizards from Poland? You can't be serious, they're harmless. We bought a credenza made by them from a yard sale in Warsaw back in 2006, but… it's not even the right genus. It's made out of goddamn live penicillin cultures! PoI-6117-01: Harmless? Maybe. But communists— and former communists— can be careless, y'know? Skeates: What would you have done, if you'd gotten it? The Site, I mean. PoI-6117-01: We'd have allowed you to relocate, of course. We ain't monsters, despite what the BLMGTBQ crowd thinks. Skeates: Now you're trying to offend me. PoI-6117-01: Bein' politically correct only pays the bills in June, hon. Now, I can help you with this infestation, but on one condition. Skeates: What? PoI-6117-01: We got this little scheme cookin' up. We're minting exactly 397 non-fungible tokens, and we want each member of your Site to buy one. Skeates: …I'm sorry, I must have had a break from reality just now. Did you just say you want everyone at my Site to buy cryptocurrency? PoI-6117-01: And we'll drive the fungus out. Skeates laughs for several minutes. Skeates: Oh, you are the living end, Wally. PoI-6117-01: They'll appreciate, I can guarantee it. We run off of Etherium— Skeates: I need to order a drink to calm myself, because this is hilarious. Miguel, can I get a mojito over here? A voice is distantly heard confirming her order. PoI-6117-01: You seem friendly with the locals. Skeates: Been meeting a friend here for dinner every week for… almost thirteen years, now. We wouldn't even have met if not for you. Silence is heard on the recording. Skeates: In fact, we were supposed to meet for dinner tonight, right after she gets off her shift. Which should be… oh, hello Florence! 'Florence': One mojito for you, Jeanie, and let me just take care of this capitalist— PoI-6117-01: Son of a bitch! A struggle is heard for several seconds, followed by a short yelp. Video feed is shortly restored as a woman with vitiligo, grinning with pointed teeth, snaps a small pendant in half and places it on the table, alongside a Blackberry phone. She looks directly at Skeates with blue-green eyes. 'Florence': Fuck that felt good. Now, uh… you ain't gonna torture him, are ya? Skeates: Atypical Persuasion hasn't been welcome in Miami since '92. We just needed him thrown in a cell, and we needed you to get his phone. 'Florence': Why? Skeates picks up the phone; the screen is locked, with an error message reading: PERMANENT DEADLOCK ENGAGED. ACCESS DENIED. Skeates: Can't lock texts you've already sent, asshole. With cooperation from the Telecommunications Monitoring Office, Procurement & Liquidation personnel were able to isolate several text messages PoI-6117-01 had sent from 2009 to 2022; while the recipients are encrypted with paratechnological systems that the Foundation lacks access to, the contexts of a pair of text exchanges seemed relevant to the current situation: [NUMBER BLOCKED] 09/28/2008 Holy crap, they're stupid Hey, Walt, you hear? what the hell is it? The Foundation bought the freakin' bankl bankl* bank** Wait, the Bank? Like, the BSS? No, Lehman Bros. Of COURSE the BSS, Jesus. do you want your site to crater when it goes public i can make that happen if you don't get your ivy-league ass off the capslock key Yes sir But I just got off a conference call. Jeff and I were laughing our asses off Don wanted to actually buy it. Got all pissy. We had to explain to him why buying it was a bad idea! boy was dropped on his head i swear to god how long until they realize it's a white elephant? Apparently the contract is already causing problems Director sprained her ankle getting out of her taxi i'll be damned. thought they were smarter than that i give it until june for them to find the damn contract. the infestation… I don't think they'll ever notice. 'Cold' not cruel? More like 'cold, not competent' what was that. did you just try to send me a meme? son, you know my phone has memetic filters. i can't even listen to music on this damn thing Just trying to test out a new function on my phone. You need an upgrade, my guy. Maybe I could get into the phone business? [NUMBER BLOCKED] 01/22/2022 yo yoo yo rich dude txt me back got some info for ya you alive? What the fuck? Who are you? How did you get this number? fuckin harsh. im the guy you have parked outside that hotel in miami like a million people came running out two hours ago now there are hazmat trux everywhere. they're hasslin me to move my car look this is good info can i get my pay Oh, you're her. Other sources confirm. Bitcoin will be in your wallet by the end of the hour. YEET hey am i gonna die The bank won't have spread beyond the building. You'll be fine. bank? dude its a hotel You're not paid enough to know what I mean. Ask questions and I'm not paying. k sry dude The building which formerly housed the BSS's corporate headquarters on the topmost floor. From these, a hypothesis was formed that SCP-6318 had actually infested Site-106 following the Foundation's acquisition of the Bank of the Sunshine State; similar to SCP-6117, its anomalous properties were transferred to the Foundation upon purchase. However, investigation of other businesses and properties linked to the Bank — including the offices of Esoteric Ritual Services, LLC — failed to reveal any anomalous properties resembling SCP-6318. Eventually, Agent James Skeates and Director Jean Skeates dispatched themselves to the building which once housed the Bank of the Sunshine State's headquarters, in downtown Miami. James Skeates activates his body camera in the lobby of the office building, facing the directory by the elevators. His mother, Director Jean Skeates, is accompanying him. Agent Skeates: I don't need your help, mom. Jean Skeates: This thing tried to get you twice. If there's an ounce of it left, I'm not gonna let it try a third time. Agent Skeates: Okay. What's in its office now? Silence as Agent Skeates reads the directory. Agent Skeates: Sunny Channel Programming— wait, that's us! What the hell? Jean Skeates: Oh for— I hate this organization's bureaucracy. Agent Skeates: Goddamn O5s. The Skeates enter the elevator and proceed to the appropriate level. They exit into the offices of Sunny Channel Programming, a start-up public broadcasting service; in reality, the offices served as a front company for a complex, multi-month mission being carried out by the Specialized Anomaly Recovery, Covert Operations Group. Skeates approaches the receptionist, an Agent Bethany Hannah, who is attending to the phones. Hannah: Sunny Channel, please hold. Sunny Channel, can you hold please. Sunny Channel, hold please. Hanna notices the Skeates. Hannah: Oh, hello, I'm afraid we're not taking any visit— Jean Skeates: Director Jean Skeates, Site-106, Authorization Number 00-106-03223. Hannah: …I'm sorry? Jean Skeates: They're valid. Check them. Agent Hannah types in the credentials into her computer with one hand. Her other picks up a .357 revolver beneath the desk and aims it at James Skeates's legs. The gun is put away after the credentials are verified. Agent Hannah: Son of a bitch. You do realize you could blow our whole operation here? Jean Skeates: We'll make it quick. Agent Hannah: Hold on. Agent Hannah connects her phone to her superior officer. Agent Hannah: Mr. Stetson, we have a Geraldine Pfifer here to see you.3 'Stetson': Send her in. As the Skeates enter the main office, Agent Hannah speaks directly to James Skeates. Agent Hannah: If you blow this op for us, you'll wish that I shot out your knee. James Skeates doesn't respond, and vigorously rubs his forehead. Jean Skeates' body camera shows that his eyes are watering. Agent Hannah: Hey, I didn't… is he okay? Jean Skeates: Headache? James Skeates: Like you wouldn't believe. Agent Hannah: Okay, straight back, it's the— James Skeates: Corner office. Been here before. I know. Despite being in severe pain, James Skeates follows Jean Skeates to the corner office. There, they are met by Director 'Stetson' of the SAR/COG. The blinds in the office are drawn. Jean Skeates: Right in our backyard, in a place we cleaned out and we weren't even notified. Director Stetson: Director, while I appreciate what you're going through is difficult… why are you in my office? Jean Skeates: Not technically yours. P&L bought out the company this whole floor belonged to back in 2008. Bank of the Sunshine State. Hear of it? Director Stetson: We still find the pens when we clean sometimes. But what does— Agent Skeates produces a crowbar concealed somewhere on his person. Director Stetson: Where did that come from? Agent Skeates begins hitting the wood paneling of the room with the crowbar. Director Stetson: Hey! What the hell?! Jean Skeates: Let him work. Director Stetson: Work? He's tearing up the panelling! That's real— A large section of the paneling falls away with a crunching sound. The material beneath is very brittle, and it largely disintegrates when it his the floor. Director Stetson: —mahogany… James Skeates continues attacking the wall, revealing an organic structure beneath. In contrast to the structure which makes up Site-106, the interior of the walls appears to be visibly rotted and liquefied. A final blow from Skeates destroys a large part of the wall, revealing the break room on the other side. Personnel are splashed with ichor from the impact, and are left staring stunned. Jean Skeates: Headache gone, honey? James Skeates: Sighing Mom… and yeah, it's gone. The operations of SAR/COG were not disrupted, and are currently ongoing. In 2008, the Department of Procurement and Liquidation acquired the failing Bank of the Sunshine State, a financial institution that had failed following the sub-prime mortgage crisis. Evidence recovered both from their former offices where SAR/COG had set up a field base, as well as other former BSS buildings, has shown that they are comprised of material similar to SCP-6318. Thus, SCP-6318's file has been updated. Item#: 6318 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the infestation of SCP-6318, Site-106 has been evacuated, with is personnel stationed at other facilities in southern Florida. Personnel entering Site-106 are to wear anti-fungal biohazard protection and be accompanied by at least one Foundation psychometrist. All solid matter within Site-106 is to be assumed to be a part of SCP-6318 until otherwise proven by psychometric reading or physical sampling. At no point should destruction testing on SCP-6318 material take place within Site-106; in the past, this has led to structural instability as SCP-6318 reacts to the destruction of a portion of itself. Efforts to neutralize SCP-6318 are ongoing. Description: SCP-6318 is a parasitic fungal organism which is capable of camouflaging itself as financial institutions, and operating as such. SCP-6318 appears to be sapient, but is incapable of communication. Its most recent manifestation, prior to Foundation acquisition, was as the Bank of the Sunshine State, a financial institution localized in South-East Florida; the structures of facilities owned and operated by the Bank of the Sunshine State are made up of material which resembles fungal tissue. SCP-6318 is a parasitic lucrevore. Unlike other lucrevores, SCP-6318 specifically seeks out anomalous items to feed upon, digesting and replacing them with copies made of fungal matter that lack the original anomalous properties. In 2009, during the sub-prime mortgage crisis, SCP-6318 was inadvertently purchased by the Foundation's Department of Procurement and Liquidation in an attempt to contain anomalies related to the Bank of the Sunshine State; the institution had been involved with several instances of anomalous activity in the Miami area since at least 1979. It is believed that the transfer of ownership caused SCP-6318 to migrate to Site-106, and infest it through as-of-yet not understood anomalous means, while leaving the buildings it formerly occupied to decay. Since this time, SCP-6318 has converted Site-106 and its anomalous item storehouses into fungal tissue capable of mimicking inorganic material such as steel, concrete, electrical wiring, and plumbing, in order to feed off of valuable items contained at Site-106. This primarily manifests in the consumption of material in the anomalous item storehouses, which SCP-6318 disguised by altering both paper and electronic records that it had transfigured into fungal matter, which demonstrated its sapience. As of March 2022, Site-106 is still considered lost. History of SCP-6318: An organism similar to SCP-6318 had been speculated to exist by Foundation architectural biologists4 following the discovery of a lucrevore resembling a toy store manifesting in New York City's Times Square. At the time it was the largest known lucrevore specimen, feeding upon both money gained in financial transactions and merchandise sold within. After the liquidation of the company it was parasitizing, the lucrevore in question died, with its skeletal structure overtaken by a clothing store. SCP-6318 is believed to be the offspring of at least one similar organism; the Bank of the Sunshine State was founded in 1955 as an offshoot of Lehman Brothers, before spinning off into an independent entity in 1969. Any anomalous properties Lehman Brothers may have possessed were never investigated, and the O5 Council has vetoed any attempt to investigate Nomura Holdings, which acquired Lehman Brothers's assets. The first known involvement SCP-6318 had with the anomalous was discovered in 1979, following an outbreak of anomalous items in Miami, traced back to an antique store whose owner (whereabouts unknown) possessed a safety deposit box at the local Bank of the Sunshine State branch. Following the liquidation of ERS LLC, the BSS was considered a Group of Interest, monitored by Site-106. During the course of the 1990s and early 2000s, the BSS used anomalous items to attack Procurement & Liquidation personnel and their families; it is now speculated that the Foundation acquisition of SCP-6117-A in 2009 was an attempt by SCP-6318 to dismantle Site-106. Addendum: Successful Containment of SCP-6318: On March 17th, 2022, a meeting was held between various Departments to attempt to contain SCP-6318. Among these were the Department of Procurement and Liquidation; the Department of Architectural Zoology; the Department of Surrealistics5; the Department of Mycology; and the Department of Iteration. An except from the meeting is transcribed below. Personnel Present: Director Jean Skeates and Agent James Skeates, Procurement & Liquidation; Dr. Gertrude White, Architectural Zoology; Dr. No Plume, M.D., Surrealistics; Dr. Marta Krychowiak, Mycology; Dr. Theodore Ship, Iteration. Director Skeates: Thank you for all coming on such short notice. Even you, Dr. Plume. Dr. Plume: Where duty calls, the sun don't shine. Director Skeates: …okay. You've all been briefed on the crisis, then. Does the Department of Mycology have any opinions? Dr. Krychowiak: I have several contacts in the PZGA, and from this, I have some experience in… what's the term in English? Thaumo-mycology. I have looked at samples taken from the Site, and… it's like the whole organism is simultaneously a brain and a stomach. It resembles a mushroom genetically, but behaviorally, it's like a mold. I wish I could study it more closely. Dr. Ship: There's a possibility we've considered to try to, at the very least, remove it from Site-106. We set up another Foundation Site under a one-use front, and then we have that front buy possession of Site-106. Director Skeates: I'm not sure that would work. St. John, whatever he is, seemed to think that the anomaly wouldn't transfer to him and his holdings once he bought it from us. But even if we do manage to eradicate it… we'd have to rebuild the Site from the ground up. That could take months. Agent Skeates: If we're going to need to rebuild anyway, couldn't we could try burning it down? Dr. Krychowiak: We don't know how it would react to being burned. SCP-1658 has killed twenty people since book burning became in vogue again. Director Skeates: Beyond that… Site-106 is tailor-made for the containment and liquidation of anomalous items. We'd have to be transferred, and our skillsets are very specialized, unless the Foundation has openings in accounting or starts up a department of antiquing. More to the point, I don't think Fire Suppression would be very enthused with us burning down a whole Site. Dr. Plume: Such an awful joke. Agent Skeates: Shut it. Dr. White: Fungi are closer to animals than they are plants; as you can see, it's intelligent. Maybe we can have it abandon the structure and migrate elsewhere? It seems to be able to move between entities that 'own' it at will. Director Skeates: We could risk exposing the whole Foundation to it. We have very few actual SCP objects contained at Site-106. Imagine if it infested 19, or 17, or… any other Site, basically. Dr. Plume: Nifty! Dr. Ship: And can we be positive it hasn't replaced any personnel? Or infected them in some way? We don't think it's poisonous, but for all we know, you and everyone in Site-106 could just be… copies of yourselves. Agent Skeates: Thank you for the existential dread, doctor, but Mycology's tested us already. We're all human, thank god. It can't replicate us. Dr. Ship: Even so… Dr. Krychowiak: Perhaps you could try to pawn off the Site to the PGZA? My colleagues— my former colleagues would love to have a chance to study it. Director Skeates: Again, we'd have to sell the whole Site and god knows what else therein. The Mushroom Picking Association may not be a hostile GOI, but it's still an exterior group. We can't be 100% sure that they'd be willing to give us back our anomalous items. Dr. Plume: Mushroom lust, mushroom greed, mushroom gluttony, mushroom pride, mushroom envy… Agent Skeates: Who let him in here?! Dr. Krychowiak: Dr. Plume, please. We have more important things to be concerned with than with you listing off… fungal vices. Agent Skeates: …sorry, what did you just say? Dr. Krychowiak repeats herself. Agent Skeates: One second. Agent Skeates pulls out his phone. Agent Skeates: Hey, Skippy? Where does the word 'fungible' come from? Skippy.AIC: 'Fungible' is derived from the Medieval Latin phrase 'fungi vice', meaning 'to serve in place of'. Agent Skeates: That's it, then. Thank you, Dr. Plume, for the idea. Dr. Plume: Well, I wanted a retirement package anyway. Not supposed to give ideas, they'll push me out the door for sure… Dr. Krychowiak: I'm not sure I follow. Agent Skeates: 6318, it's not just a fungus. It's a fungible fungus. It's perfectly replaced, and is serving in place of, almost every fixture in Site-106. Dr. Plume: That joke was old the first time you used it. Silence in the room, with light sounds of confusion. Dr. Plume: Wait, nevermind. I forgot I was in surrealistics, not pataphysics. Agent Skeates: …right. Point is, I think we have a way to neutralize it. But it's… not necessarily going to be pleasant. Director Skeates: Let's hear it. Agent Skeates: We have to make Site-106, and everything therein, non-fungible. And… well, P&L did start monitoring cryptocurrency in 2019, after the whole thing with Amazon. So… Dr. Plume: Ah, yes, the great Grubhub Hubbub. Director Skeates: Are you telling me that we're going to mint NFTs of the Site?! Agent Skeates: If anyone else has better ideas, I'd like to hear them. It's a lucrevore. It eats valuable things. But it can't eat things that it doesn't have access to, and I'd like to see it try to infiltrate a Foundation-made blockchain. Agent Skeates submitted a formal proposal for containment of SCP-6318; by April 1st, 2022, it was implemented. Item#: 6318 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6318 is contained through use of SCP-6318-A instances. Maintenance should be carried out as necessary as SCP-6318 shrinks in mass. The Department of Mycology has opened a branch at Site-106 to study the recession of SCP-6318. Live cultures are in the process of being shipped out to other Foundation Sites for study, before the main mass is rendered inert. Description: SCP-6318 is a fungal lucrevore which is currently infesting Site-106 and all of its facilities. Prior to the implementation of current containment procedures, SCP-6318 had replaced the majority of matter within Site-106 with its own biomass. However, due to the implemented containment procedures, its growth has stopped, and it is beginning to recede; currently, 82% of Site-106 is made of fungal matter. SCP-6318-A instances are non-fungible tokens depicting Site-106 and various items therein, including anomalous items in containment, personnel, and Site-106 itself. The blockchain that SCP-6318-A instances operate on is Foundation-operated and powered by renewable energy. Through an as-of-yet unclear mechanism, SCP-6318-A instances have made Site-106 itself non-fungible, and as such, are slowly eradicating SCP-6318. An SCP-6318-A instance, tied to Site-106 as a whole. Footnotes 1. Lucrevores are organisms which feed off of valuable goods, ranging from physical currency to 'liquid' assets located in a bank account, and items which the organism deems valuable, which can range from jewelry and artwork to collectable items to human organs. Organisms similar to SCP-6318 have been encountered in the past, and account for approximately 7% of all unsolved thefts in the United States alone. 2. A former member of an anartist group and expert in anomalous artworks. 3. Foundation codephrase indicating unscheduled visit from Site-106 personnel. 4. Personnel who study organisms that resemble buildings; the three major divisions are architectural zoology, architectural botany, and architectural mycology. 5. The representative of this department was not invited to the meeting, and when asked to present credentials, shoved a live platypus into the hands of the agent guarding the room. The agent allowed this representative entrance regardless. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6318" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6318. Licensed under CC-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: 4765747977_ce376600c1_b.jpg Title: Downtown Miami Building Author: Phillip Pessar License: CC BY 2.0 Source: flickr Filename: 2Q8og2y Title: DSC01394 - Cafeteria Author: archer10 (Dennis) License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Author: lalapronyk License: CC0 (uploaded in 2017) Source: pixabay Filename: 106Banner3.jpg Title: Part of Miami seafront, circe 1971-1972 Author: Dada1960 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6319 | euclid | Item#: 6319 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6319-1 performing an original composition. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor music distribution websites and video sharing platforms for accidental performances of SCP-6319. In case of discovery, the audio is to be removed under guise of copyright infringement, and MTF Cedilla-4 ("Tune Squad") will carry out containment and amnesticization as required. No direct containment of SCP-6319-1 has been deemed necessary. Description: SCP-6319 is a melody originally written by French composer Claude Debussy as part of a draft of his piano work "Clair de Lune". SCP-6319 demonstrates no anomalous properties unless it is performed in direct moonlight and within approximately five meters of a reflective surface. If these conditions are met, the sound of a brass instrument performing SCP-6319 will emanate from the aforementioned reflective surface. All moonlight reflecting off that surface will coalesce into a screen of light, similar to a hologram. SCP-6319 SCP-6319 with Debussy's harmonization The screen shows a heavyset, elderly humanoid of indeterminate gender. This entity, designated SCP-6319-1, has poorly defined facial features and silver hair that gradually blends with its scalp. It is dressed in a threadbare suit and carries a trumpet-like instrument with four valves. SCP-6319-1 is able to see and communicate through the screen. Interviews with SCP-6319-1 indicate that it anomalously created SCP-6319 as a means of communication. At the time of initial containment, approximately 85% of SCP-6319-1's body was translucent and presumed incorporeal. SCP-6319-1 described this condition as a wasting disease induced by a lack of artistic motivation. Addendum 6319.1: Excerpt from the Journal of Claude Debussy In July 2020, the Foundation was made aware of several documents written by Debussy. These documents include notes, music notebooks, and a diary that detailed Debussy’s discovery of SCP-6319. The documents were transferred to the custody of Dr. Florian Dupont, who translated the text from French to English and digitally transcribed all music notation within. An excerpt from these journals is presented below1. 14 April 1890 I have never been the most faithful in keeping this diary, but the events of tonight are such that I must write them down. Where to begin? Two short hours ago, I was seated at my piano, tossing ideas about, when I came across a somber and mysterious theme. I refined it, seeking it as a bloodhound seeks its quarry, when at last I uncovered its potential! I played the melody, supporting it with haunting accompaniment. Yet as I finished, I heard that same melody echo from the mirror on my bedroom door, as if from leagues away, and watched as the moonlight streaming through the windows gathered off its surface! I leapt off my bench, for there in the moonlight was the image of four portly individuals, as clear as a photograph. They were not human, but they carried themselves with the self-awareness of man, and held in their hands objects that reminded me of wind instruments: a flute of sorts, a horn that was not a horn, and two others of even greater oddity. They shared my surprise, but not my alarm—instead, great excitement grew within them, and they vocalized back and forth, waving their arms about. In my astonishment, I waved back at them, bringing them to even greater hysterics. Then—the four beings placed their instruments to their lips (rather, where their lips should be) and began to play. At this, my pen fails me. I would say their sound was that of a river if it took the place of the breeze, flowing and swelling through the treetops; but that is an attempt to describe the indescribable. Finally they ceased, and after a brief moment turned to me with anticipation. I realized that it was my turn, and with shaking hands I sat and began the finest piece I know: Chabrier's "Sous-bois." My fingers stumbled and slipped, and once I concluded I looked up with embarrassment, only to find my visitors held rapt, just as I was. For the next two hours we traded compositions, presenting them to each other as reverent gifts. I played Mussorgsky and Ravel and Chopin, with the modest inclusion of my own works. Their music knew no limits—sometimes without key, sometimes without meter, never without purpose. I would have stayed all night, but after I finished the aria from The Goldberg Variations, the quartet bowed their heads, and one stepped forth and performed that original melody I discovered scant hours ago. The wall of light melted away, and it was as if the night's events had never transpired. First I took to my staff-book, to hurriedly notate that melody. Now I head to sleep, surely to dream of reality, for reality has become the dream. Addendum 6319.2: Interview with SCP-6319-1 Debussy's journal noted that SCP-6319-1 had become fluent in French. As such, all interviews with SCP-6319-1 have been held in French and translated to English. Interview—16 July 2020 Dr. Florian Dupont, interviewer SCP-6319-1, interviewee Dr. Dupont performs SCP-6319 on a digital keyboard in the courtyard of Site-641. A tray of water has been placed as a reflective surface. The melody echoes out of the water and the screen of light forms. SCP-6319-1 instantly notices this event and appears startled. Dr. Dupont: Hello there. My name's Dr. Dupont, and I represent an organization called the Foundation. SCP-6319-1: I… another? What an absolute pleasure! I thought myself completely alone, my song forgotten. What a beam of light! I am Jove, the Beating Heart of Yon2. Dr. Dupont: Ah, yes. Jove—I've read about you in Debussy's diary. SCP-6319-1 places its hands on its head. SCP-6319-1: Oh, Claude. How I've missed him. It's been such time since I last saw him. Dr. Dupont: Now, you have companions, right? Other members of Yon. Melia and Do, I believe, and Ali. Where are they now? (Pause.) Dr. Dupont: Jove? SCP-6319-1 looks to the ground and lets out a resigned hum. SCP-6319-1: Gone. Gone and vanished. Lost to the same sickness that holds me in its talons. As I fade, so they have faded long before. And I—the only one left, wondering which will claim me first, old age or the end of purpose. SCP-6319-1 gestures to its fading body. Dr. Dupont: Your condition is caused by the "end of purpose"? SCP-6319-1: When my people lose desire to create, they lose the will to exist. I held that desire with Yon. I held that desire when we wove our song into the moonlight, and when we were with Claude. Now? I have no Yon, no Claude. All I have is my song, but by itself, it is nothing. Addendum 6319.3: Testing Logs Research personnel hypothesized that performing music in a social setting would improve SCP-6319-1's condition. Testing logs are included below, and have been abridged for brevity. Date: 19/7/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont provides SCP-6319-1 with sheet music of the third étude from Charlier's Études Transcendantes. SCP-6319-1 expresses both an inability and a lack of desire to read sheet music. Dr. Dupont teaches the first sixteen measures of the piece to SCP-6319-1 by rote. Result: No appreciable difference in subject's appearance. Date: 21/7/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont teaches SCP-6319-1 the jazz standard "Autumn Leaves" by rote. Dr. Dupont accompanies SCP-6319-1 on the piano, performing a short solo in between statements of the melody. SCP-6319-1 inquires at length about Dr. Dupont's improvisatory concepts. Result: Slight increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's lower legs. Date: 27/7/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont and SCP-6319-1 discuss improvisatory theory. While SCP-6319-1 is not familiar with Western music theory terminology, it demonstrates functional knowledge of most concepts. Dr. Dupont takes out his smartphone and plays Miles Davis's song "Blue in Green"; SCP-6319-1 expresses amazement at the concept of recorded music. The rest of the test session consists of Dr. Dupont playing music and discussing it with SCP-6319-1. Testing extends for forty-five minutes past scheduled end time, and no scheduled tests were conducted. Result: Moderate increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's lower and upper legs. Date: 10/8/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont and SCP-6319-1 perform parts of the albums Chicago V and In the Court of the Crimson King. SCP-6319-1 expresses frustration that not all parts of the compositions can be performed by two players. Result: Slight increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's hands and upper legs. Date: 18/8/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont (lead), Dr. Eva Rivera and Researcher Tate Pinyochon (assisting) Tests Performed: Dr. Dupont and SCP-6319-1 rehearse Herbie Hancock’s “Cantaloupe Island”. Dr. Rivera accompanies on drums and Researcher Pinyochon accompanies on bass. Dr. Dupont remarks that SCP-6319-1 has made considerable progress in developing an improvisatory style. Testing extends for fifty-eight minutes past scheduled end time. Result: Moderate increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's arms and legs. Slight increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's head. Date: 8/9/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont (lead), Dr. Eva Rivera and Researcher Tate Pinyochon (assisting) Tests Performed: SCP-6319-1 presents an original melody. Researchers create accompaniment around the melody and develop a structure for the composition. Testing extends for one hour and thirty-one minutes past scheduled end time. Result: Moderate increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's head. Date: 11/10/2020 Personnel: Dr. Florian Dupont (lead), Dr. Eva Rivera and Researcher Tate Pinyochon (assisting) Tests Performed: Researchers and SCP-6319-1 continue to develop original music. All parties lightheartedly accuse each other of performing "the lick3" too frequently. Testing extends for one hour and forty-four minutes past scheduled end time. Result: Moderate increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's head. Slight increase in opacity of SCP-6319-1's torso. Addendum 6319.4: Transcript of Disciplinary Meeting Disciplinary Meeting—15 October 2020 Attendees: Site Director J. Granger Dr. Florian Dupont Dr. Julia Couture, acting as union representative Dir. Granger: Dr. Dupont, Dr. Couture, welcome. Take a seat. Dr. Dupont: Thank you, Director. May I ask why I'm here today? Dir. Granger clears his throat. Dir. Granger: Dr. Dupont, I've been reviewing your testing logs for SCP-6319-1. I have no complaints with the thoroughness of your work, but I am concerned with your methods and your professionalism. Dr. Dupont: How so? Dir. Granger: Your last test went about ninety minutes past its scheduled end time, and the one before that—let's see—yes, that was an hour and ten minutes over. Why are they taking so long? Dr. Dupont: Well, these tests are less rigid in nature than our usual work. Sometimes— Dir. Granger: You've also commandeered two additional researchers to aid you on this project, for the purpose of "supporting SCP-6319-1's recovery". Why is the SCP's recovery a priority? Dr. Dupont: So normally, we would try to learn as much about an anomalous disease as we could before curing it, but we can't directly— Dir. Granger: Doctor, let me cut to the chase. You may view this as testing, but to me, it seems you're using clinical time as band practice. Dr. Dupont I think that's a very reductive way to describe our work. Dir. Granger: When I was walking back from lunch, I overheard a conversation about whether "Flo and the Lunatics" were going to have a concert on Friday night. Dr. Dupont: That's just a rumor, Director. We're only doing studio work. Dir. Granger begins to stand up from his desk. Dr. Dupont: Hey, hey, hey. Just a joke. Look, the methodology is sound. The wasting disease is tied to artistic motivation. If we want to get results, the skip needs to get its mojo back. Just so happens that this is the best way to do it. Dir. Granger: And you're doing this only for science? Dr. Dupont: Absolutely. (Pause.) Dir. Granger: You can't claim overtime for the extended testing sessions. Dr. Dupont: Never have. Dir. Granger: Good. Dismissed. Addendum 6319.5 The following is a recording of music written by SCP-6319-1, along with Drs. Dupont and Rivera and Researcher Pinyochon4, and performed on 2 March 2021. As of this date, SCP-6319-1 is completely corporeal. Lyrics Close Lyrics The days linger on and on Alone with my thoughts and memories Adrift in a soft despair But you, you're all changes Singin’ in the moonlight Singin’ in the moonlight Singin’ in the moonlight with you Footnotes 1. For unabridged materials, contact Dr. Florian Dupont at Site-641. 2. Yon is the name of the musical quartet depicted in Debussy's writings. 3. An improvisatory phrase used in jazz which has become an Internet meme. 4. As Researcher Pinyochon is American, his lyrics are written and performed in English. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6319" by TheJakels, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6319. Licensed under CC-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: Jove Name: Combination of 1. Trumpet Solo and 2. Moon landscape Author: 1. Simon Yeo 2. Stuart Orford License: 1. CC BY 2.0 2. CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: 1. https://www.flickr.com/photos/74279471@N00/5470071610 2. https://www.flickr.com/photos/13422016@N07/3554307973 Additional Notes: Edits by me Filename: singing in the moonlight.mp3 Name: Singin’ In The Moonlight Author: TheJakels License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/thejakels/singing%20in%20the%20moonlight.mp3 Filename: SCP Tune Author: TheJakels License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/thejakels/SCP%20Tune Filename: Sheet Music Author: TheJakels License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wdfiles.com/local--files/thejakels/Sheet%20Music |
SCP-6320 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6320 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6320 is currently contained within a 19 x 19 meter chamber built around it, located on the lowermost floor of Research Site-107. Individuals entering SCP-6320's containment chamber are to do so in standard protective attire. The chamber must be thoroughly cleaned once twice daily and no loose material left within 16 meters 25 meters 30 meters of SCP-6320. Note: Containment procedures pending revision following Incident 6320-A. Description: SCP-6320 is an extradimensional rift in a stone wall at the bottom of a disused copper mine in ██████, Nevada. Appearing in the shape of a mineral deposit vein, the anomaly has been described as resembling a "tear into outer space," with the interior even exhibiting a parallax effect. However, SCP-6320's behavior as a flat surface suggests this apparent depth is a visual illusion. Any loose particulate matter (such as dirt, crumbs, dust, etc) or freestanding liquids left within a 16 meter radius of SCP-6320 gradually rearrange into a copy of SCP-6320's shape before disappearing completely. Additionally, any object or creature that comes into direct physical contact with SCP-6320 immediately disappears as well. Recording equipment that has vanished after touching the anomaly produces no footage.2 Addendum: Site-107 is currently in the first phase of expansion. Construction will incorporate present mining structures into the new building. Phase Two will oversee construction of new containment areas to house additional anomalies extradimensional in nature. Phase Two cancelled due to lack of available personnel. From: ten.pcs|nosrac.m#ten.pcs|nosrac.m To: ten.pcs|syah.p#ten.pcs|syah.p Date: 7.5.19 Subject: RE: 107 Expansion While I understand the decision to cancel 107’s expansion, I would like to remind everyone that our current safety procedures in regards to dimensional anomalies are woefully out of date. The last extensive study that I can find into recovery of objects and creatures from extradimensional spaces is dated in 1989. I believe emphasis on updating safety protocol in this area would highly benefit the Foundation as a whole, considering our volume of dimensional anomalies and the extensive danger they pose. The fewer people we lose, the more we have at our disposal. Dr. M. Carson Addendum 2: After anomalous movement was observed in a coffee spill roughly 4 meters outside SCP-6320's previously documented area of effect, a temporary perimeter has been established by Containment personnel and will be monitored for additional activity. Onsite personnel are strongly advised to keep work-spaces as clean and free of debris as possible, despite being outside the recorded area of effect. From: ten.pcs|nosrac.m#ten.pcs|nosrac.m To: ten.pcs|syah.p#ten.pcs|syah.p Date: 7.21.19 Subject: RE: 107 Expansion I want to make it clear that I have no issue with the eventual decommissioning of 107. Following the decision to halt expansion, downsizing is the clear choice. SCP-6320 has shown no outstanding potential for danger thus far and doesn’t warrant a 200-man crew, especially given how chronically short-staffed we have been lately. My staff could potentially be utilized elsewhere, but this brings me to my current issue. I want to keep my staff, at least for another year or two. SCP-6320 is an ideal candidate for development of the safety measures I mentioned to you previously. Aside from the recent slight expanding of its effect radius, SCP-6320 seems entirely predictable and measurable in its effects. The same cannot be said of most extradimensional anomalies. Updated safety precautions will save us manpower in the long run. We should seize the opportunity for this pursuit while people are still here. Frankly, I think it would be foolish not to. Dr. M. Carson Addendum 3: Cleaning regimen of SCP-6320's chamber has been altered following a series of small tremors felt in the lower floors of the facility near the anomaly. The chamber is to be cleaned twice daily, increased from once. No other changes are deemed necessary at this time. From: ten.pcs|nosrac.m#ten.pcs|nosrac.m To: ten.pcs|syah.p#ten.pcs|syah.p Date: 8.28.19 Subject: RE: 107 Expansion I'm going to be blunt. You're making a mistake. We have nearly 200 qualified people on site with what seems to be one of the least volatile dimensional anomalies we currently have in containment. We have very little to risk and very much to gain. Our safety measures with these things are so outdated that another catastrophe as bad as [EXPUNGED] is basically inevitable at this point. I know my staff could be useful elsewhere, but they could be equally as useful here. Right now. I only want one year. One year and we could save potentially thousands of lives in the event of another disaster. The Foundation wouldn't have a staff shortage in the first place if we put more effort into the safety of our personnel. We do what we do for the safety of humanity. You forget our people are human. I strongly advise you reconsider. Dr. M. Carson INCIDENT LOG: 6320-A Log Date: 6 September 2019, 1:26PM Note: The following log was taken from a telephone call between Dr. Corbin, a researcher at Site-107, and MTF Alpha-4 Dispatch, Nevada. [BEGIN LOG] Dispatch: Alpha-4 dispatch, Corbin: Hi, I know this isn’t your department at all, but I- I really didn’t know who else to call, this is one of the only phone numbers I had. I need immediate help with a- a situation? Emergency kind of situation, maybe? Dispatch: What’s the situation? Corbin: I’m working at Site-107 out in ██████, with SCP-6320, and I got in late today and I can’t- I can’t find the door. Dispatch: The door? Corbin: The- the door, I can’t find the front doors of the site. The parking lot is here, the checkpoints and everything, but- the front doors are- they’re just gone. I don’t know what’s happening. I can't get ahold of anyone. Nobody is answering their phones. Dispatch: I’m sorry, I’m having trouble parsing what you’re- Corbin: The site’s not here. Dispatch: What do you mean? Corbin: It’s- there’s this old mine-shaft entrance where the front of the building used to be, there’s nothing here. It’s totally empty inside. It’s just gone. The entire site is gone. Dispatch: …I’m going to try and find someone who can help you. [End Log] Addendum 4: Containment procedures are pending revision following the disappearance of Site-107. SCP-6320’s description and location within the shaft remain unchanged. Pending reclassification to Keter. Recovery efforts are currently on hold due to lack of available personnel. Footnotes 1. Pending reclassification 2. No means of recovering vanished objects or creatures have been found to date. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6320" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6320. Licensed under CC-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-6321 | euclid | Item#: 6321 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Item #: SCP-6321 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6321 is currently being contained within a Secure Humanoid Containment Cell with an airlock and added soundproofing in Research Sector-04 at SCP Site 42. The airlock is not to be opened unless necessary. No attempts should be made to move the SCP into an object containment cell. SCP-6321 is sentient and should be handled with the same respect as one would a humanoid SCP. SCP-6321 should be handled with extreme caution. Should any testing of SCP-6321 be required, it should be done silently. The silence may upset SCP-6321. Under no circumstances should it be engaged casually. SCP-6321 may become greatly distressed and demand an audience. In such a case, the security feed from its containment cell is to be fed into the break room with muted audio, and red light is to flash at the end of each piece it plays to cue applause, which will be fed back into its cell. Under no circumstances is the volume to be turned on. SCP-6321 should not be given a live audience, as it would put them at risk of psychic entrapment. No attempts should be made to play SCP-6321, as it finds this very upsetting. Temporary Containment Procedures: (see Addendum 6321.5) Any personnel slated to work in the vicinity of SCP-6321 must go through a one-session course on the procedures involved in working with SCP-6321 to supplement our reading materials. Description: SCP-6321 is a B. Shoninger Louis XV Piano1with the capacity of speech. It is 3.14m in height with 60 cm in depth, made of walnut wood with intricate carvings. While it seemed to be well cared for in its prime, there is some decoloration from white to yellow to its keys. Foundation Researchers have attributed this to age. Upon the SCP's request, restoration efforts have been planned for when it is safe to proceed with them. Foundation Researchers believe SCP-6321 produces speech by playing itself and uses the tone and pitch frequencies of its notes to produce words. Based on recent findings, Researchers believe there could also be a psychic component to its communication. Investigation on this matter is currently underway. SCP-6321 is believed to have some form of a psychic hold on those with whom it converses. Its communication privileges are currently under an indefinite suspension. As such, it should not be engaged unless necessary. SCP-6321 is well-mannered. It is not aware of the damage it could cause or how it causes it and does not fully understand or respect the rules the Foundation has set in place for it. After Incident-6321.1 (see Addendum 6321.5), SCP-6321 is to have limited human interaction. SCP-6321 does not appear to have any ill intent and does not seem conscious that it is causing harm. It claims to be a performer (see Addendum 6321.1) that enjoys playing pieces of all genres. It is quick to learn and will cater to its listener's interests. SCP-6321 has demonstrated evidence of putting a psychic hold on those it interacts with. This hold gets stronger with every subsequent interaction. In extreme cases, SCP-6321 psychically binds conversation partners to itself so strongly that they have no will to leave or provide themselves basic care. SCP-6321 does not have a concept of time nor does it realize the state of its listeners until they are removed, at which point it expresses great disappointment. Given that it does not comprehend what has happened to its audience or its role in the situation, it does not express remorse. Addendum 6321.1: History Through what Foundation Researchers were able to glean from a video from Cryptid Crusaders as well as details SCP-6321 has divulged about its life, Foundation Researchers believe SCP-6321 to contain the spirit and/or soul of Harold Turner, a prominent piano player of his time (circa the 1920s). Turner was especially popular in his home state of New York. His home piano and piano of choice for intimate performances and/ or practice was a B. Shoninger Louis XV. In 1939, at the age of 38 years old, he was diagnosed with cancer of the liver. Shortly after, he passed. While Foundation Researchers have no definite answer as to how Mr. Turner ended up in a piano, urban mythology may have a few explanations. The first says that the piano was a gift and had always exhibited some strange qualities. Turner used to claim he would lose track of time and play it obsessively for hours. Friends and relatives noted that there were times where Mr. Turner would simply sit in front of the piano for hours unmoving, as though in a trance. This leads researchers to believe that perhaps the piano was anomalous even before Mr. Turner's spirit was trapped in it. Another myth says that members of Mr. Turner's family practiced some form of magick, though his involvement is unknown. This myth states that knowing he was dying and not feeling ready, Mr. Turner performed a soul-transference ritual so that he could live forever in his piano doing what he loved: performing. Whether either of these explanations have merit is unknown, though both do have strong parallels to findings by Foundation Researchers. Addendum 6321.2: Discovery SCP-6321 came to the attention of the Foundation through a vlog done by a group of students who called themselves the Cryptid Crusaders2, published on YouTube and several supernatural forums. It was found in the basement of a Century Home (███ ████████ ██) and appeared not to have been touched since the house's previous owner had passed. Researchers found the film footage of what was supposed to be a follow-up video. The students had allegedly gone inactive, and the footage was never posted. It was later revealed that all three had died in a car crash reportedly caused by fatigue. Since SCP-6321 seemed fond of younger people and was extremely compliant, the Foundation assigned a young researcher, Dr. Katarina Wilson, to run the initial investigation. The following is a transcript of Dr. Wilson's initial interview with the subject. Initial Interview Interviewed: SCP-6321 Interviewer: Dr. Katarina Wilson, Site 42 + Open - Close Foreword: Initial interview of SCP-6321 (AKA Harold Turner) <Begin Log, 10/10/2021 11:25 AM> Dr. Wilson: Good afternoon. My name is Dr. Katarina Wilson, and- SCP-6321: (interrupting, excitedly) Hello! Oh, thank god you're here. I was getting so lonely! Dr. Wilson: (caught off-guard, sympathetic) Oh. I'm so sorry! How long have they kept you unattended? SCP-6321: I'm not sure. It seems like ages, though. Dr. Wilson: I can imagine. I'm guessing you're not a fan of being alone? SCP-6321: No, quite the opposite. I'm quite the social butterfly- or at least I consider myself to be. Dr. Wilson: I can't say the same. I'm a bit of an introvert. SCP-6321: I've always wondered what that must be like. Dr. Wilson: I mean, I don't know how to describe it. People just tire me out. But… I'm not here for small talk. SCP-6321: Oh? Dr. Wilson: Well, I kind of have things I have to check. This is my job. SCP-6321: Your job? Dr. Wilson: I'm a researcher at The Foundation. SCP. There are a few names we go by. SCP-6321: (Pause) I've never heard of you. Dr. Wilson: No, and you wouldn't have. Anyways, I have some questions prepared. SCP-6321: Ask away! I am more than happy to be of assistance. Dr. Wilson: All right. First, in your own words, what are you? SCP-6321: My name is Harold Turner, and I'm a pianist. Dr. Wilson: A pianist trapped in a piano. That's a funny parallel. SCP-6321: I think the word trapped is a bit strong. I don't feel trapped. Dr. Wilson: How would you describe your state then? SCP-6321: Living. I am continuing my life from inside a piano. Dr. Wilson: Do you know how you got in there? SCP-6321: Yes. Well, sort of. Dr. Wilson: Can you describe it? SCP-6321: You see, that's the one thing I can't talk about! Dr. Wilson: Why? SCP-6321: It stops me! Dr. Wilson: It? SCP-6321: I'm afraid that's the most I can say. Dr. Wilson: That's all right. We get weird quirks like that here all the time. All right. Next question. In your words, what do you do? Other than playing the piano, of course. SCP-6321: Well, I talk. Dr. Wilson: (laughing) Yes, I can see that. SCP-6321: I can talk about a lot of things. Art, music, politics, popular culture, fashion… Dr. Wilson: Is that all you do? SCP-6321: To my knowledge. Dr. Wilson: (Pause)All right, one more question, but it might be upsetting. SCP-6321: Go ahead. Dr. Wilson: Do you know where the students you talked to went? SCP-6321: What? Dr. Wilson: Well, we found you from a video made by some students. They called themselves the Cryptid Crusaders… SCP-6321: Yes, I remember them! Lovely young boys. Dr. Wilson: They've disappeared. SCP-6321: Well that's horrible! Dr. Wilson: We were hoping you might know where to find them? All we have is the raw, unedited footage of their final conversation with you. They left their camera behind. SCP-6321: I'm sorry. They didn't mention going anywhere. Dr. Wilson: It's ok. I mean, why would they? (pause) Thank you (pause) should I call you Harold? SCP-6321: Well, it is my name. Dr. Wilson: Right. Thank you, Harold. That concludes my interview. SCP-6321: Before you go, could I interest you in a show tune or two? Dr. Wilson: Oh, I'm not supposed to… SCP-6321: How about some Chopin? Dr. Wilson: While I do love his work, I can't. It wouldn't be professional of me. I'm sure I'll have ample opportunity to hear you play in a professional capacity in the future. SCP-6321: All right. Then I shall have to wait until then. Dr. Wilson: I guess so. I'll see you soon, Harold. SCP-6321: You know where I am if you ever want to talk! <End Log, 10/10/2021 11:33 AM> Closing Statement: Dr. Wilson scheduled a series of audio-frequency tests to take place the next day. Addendum 6321.3 Observations The following are a record of some of Dr. Wilson's tests3 and notes. Test A - October 11, 2021 Start Time: October 11, 2021 9:32 AM End Time: October 11, 2021 12:35 PM Subject: SCP-6321 Procedure: SCP-6321 conducted a conversation with the test administrator while the test administrator measured the pitch, frequency and wavelength of its speech. These were compared with human speech and the sonority of the same make of piano. ** Conversation Transcript**: + Open - Close Note: Most of the recording of this conversation was lost. Dr. Wilson: Good morning, SC- Harold. Sorry, I forgot for a moment there that you had a name. SCP-6321: Good morning, Katarina! Dr. Wilson: You remembered my name? SCP-6321: Of course I did! You're the only person I've met here so far. It wasn't too hard. Dr. Wilson: (chuckling) I am the only researcher assigned to you. It's still a nice gesture, Harold. Thank you. SCP-6321: You're more than welcome. What brings you to my humble abode? Dr. Wilson: My first test. I want to monitor certain aspects of your speech to try and figure out how precisely you're able to communicate with me. SCP-6321: Oh, that sounds exciting! What do you need me to do? Dr. Wilson: I've set up some devices to monitor pitch and frequency… and we're simply going to talk. SCP-6321: I am more than happy to do that. Dr. Wilson: (chuckling) I'm sure you are. SCP-6321: Did you have any particular conversation in mind? Dr. Wilson: No… but I've prepared conversation cue cards if you think those might be beneficial. I can start with- SCP-6321: (cutting her off) No need. I'd love to get to know you a little, Katarina. Especially since we're going to be spending time together. Dr. Wilson: (apprehensive) I'm not sure I'm allowed to divulge personal details to you- we haven't determined your danger class yet. SCP-6321: Do I seem dangerous to you? Dr. Wilson: No. But those boys… although we have nothing concretely tying their fate to you. SCP-6321: Really, who am I going to tell if you divulge a few secrets? Dr. Wilson: This conversation is being officially recorded… Though unless anything extreme happens, I'll probably be the only one to listen to the recordings. So I suppose… I could tell you a little about myself. If it would make you feel more comfortable. SCP-6321: It most certainly would. Dr. Wilson: All right… erm… well… can you see me? SCP-6321: No. But I can feel you, in a sense. Dr. Wilson: Intriguing. I might have to follow up on that sometime soon. Uh… so that you know, I'm a red-head, and I keep my hair long so that I can wear it in a bun. I'm kind of short- five feet three inches. I've got green eyes. I am wearing- SCP-6321: As lovely as it is to know what you look like… I'm more interested in your personality. What do you like, Katarina? Dr. Wilson: (hesitantly) I'm a Class C personnel here at the Foundation, but I'm hoping that my work with you might help me to improve my standing. I'm a bit of a dork for fantasy. I write poetry sometimes. I play D&D with some friends from college every Saturday. That's… my only regular social visit, I think. I'm afraid I'm quite quaint. I'm very shy- I already told you I'm an introvert. SCP-6321: You seem very sweet. Dr. Wilson: I'm flattered you think so. SCP-6321: Now poetry… that can be quite the romantic art. Are you writing it for anyone in particular? Dr. Wilson: (she hesitates) I was until very recently. SCP-6321: I'm guessing things didn't end amicably? Dr. Wilson: They most certainly did not… SCP-6321: That can be very difficult. But if you're asking me, I think he's the one missing out. Dr. Wilson: (apprehensively) He said I was too "clingy". SCP-6321: In other words, you were committed to the relationship. Dr. Wilson: (passionately) That's what I'm saying! But he never understood that. I- Unfortunately at this point in the experiment, the audio of the conversation abruptly cut off. Whether or not it was destroyed or otherwise interrupted is unknown. Total minutes of conversation lost were 168.73 Results: SCP-6321 has a closer sound profile to that of its piano counterpart than human speech. Analysis: It would be reasonable to believe that what we register as 'speech' from SCP-6321 is produced by a calculated mixture of notes and pitches produced by the piano. Test B - October 12, 2021 Start Time: October 12, 2021 9:33 AM End Time: October 13, 2021 12:34 AM Subject: SCP-6321 Procedure: An examination was done of SCP-6321's interior to see if there were any anomalous appendages and/ or other biological fixtures that might not be visible to the naked eye that aid in its communication. Results: No such appendages were found. Analysis: It seems that there is ample evidence to assume that SCP-6321 is a physically normal piano. Test C - October 14, 2021 Start Time: October 14, 2021 9:34 AM End Time: October 15, 2021 11:12 PM Subject: SCP-6321 Procedure: SCP-6321's EMF (Electromagnetic Field), temperature, and radiation readings were monitored over the course of two days. Results: Radiation levels remained at zero. EMF trended upwards during the conversation, with occasional jumps when the subject was provided conversational stimulus. The temperature remained at a steady level of 50oF even when attempts to raise the room temperature were made by the administrator. Analysis: Usually a higher EMF reading is an indication of a stronger paranormal/psychic figure, while lower ones indicate a weaker paranormal figure. The administrator of this test would like it noted that they have never seen EMF readings on a suspected paranormal being grow with interaction. This might be an indication of the SCP's capacity to strengthen with human interaction or with human presence in the room. Test D - October 17, 2021 Start Time: October 17, 2021 9:32 AM End Time: October 19, 2021 12:09 AM Subject: SCP-6321 Procedure: An array of standard psychiatric evaluations were run on the subject. Results: The subject seems completely clinically sane. Analysis: SCP-6321 seems to be amicable, and harbours no ill-will. He is capable of a diverse range of human emotions and human comfort. Addendum 6321.4: Researcher's Notes Below are some of Dr. Katarina Wilson's notes on SCP-6321, commenting primarily on his behavior and character.4 In my current experience, SCP-6321 prefers to be called Harold or Harry. If there must be formalities, he will also accept Mr. Turner. He does expect to be treated with humanity, even in his state, and frankly, I don't blame him. He's more human than many people I know and certainly more alive. I have gotten a lot of exposure to Harry while trying to decipher his state- which is a complex matter about which I have only been able to hypothesize about thus far. As a specialist in cases like Harold's, I believe I have made some very good headway into how precisely Harold can communicate with us. It's how he wound up in a piano that's posing some difficulties. I am currently in the process of determining my next steps in experimentation given what information I have, but I wanted to write a log on his behaviour and demeanour, as these are factors that might not be perfectly represented in my interview logs and test results. Harold Turner is genuinely one of the best people I have ever had the pleasure of interacting with. I have no reason to believe that he has any ill intention, nor that he has the capacity for it. He is very talkative, but that's likely because it's one of two things he can do- the other being playing music, which he is also excellent at. He has been able to adapt and learn some of my favourite songs (which he had never heard) in minutes. More importantly than that, though, Harry is an excellent listener, and he's grown to be as wise as one might expect someone of his age to be. I will admit that in the process of administering some of my tests I have had conversations that were not professional in nature with Harry, and during each of those, he was attentive and compassionate. I will even go so far as to say that he has helped me through a lot, as I believe this provides evidence of how amicable the SCP is. This being said, I don't think that Harold poses any risk whatsoever- not to any of our researchers or the public. If the decision were entirely mine to make at this point, I would classify him as Disruption Class Dark and Risk Class Notice. I might even go so far as to say that he is just about as harmless as SCP-999. Once I have finished my official conclusions, I think I will take on a side project of figuring out a way to make him more mobile. Being alone in a cell seems to be disheartening for him, and I genuinely believe it would do both him and the community at SCP a lot of good for him to be allowed to wander. I hope it isn't unprofessional to say that I would like to continue my work with Harold for as long as is possible. We seem to have forged a bond unlike any I've had before. Of course, I do not let my newfound affection for him influence my work, and so far it has not had any effect on my findings. I wanted to log this officially because I think that the emotional capacity of this SCP should be taken into consideration when decisions as to his class, rights and privileges are being made. Addendum 6321.5 Investigative Interview Dr. Wilson deemed it necessary to interview the SCP concerning its past and how this factored into its current state. Below is a transcript. Interview for Historical Evidence Interviewed: SCP-6321 (Harold Turner) Interviewer: Dr. Katarina Wilson, Site 42 + Open - Close Foreword: Dr. Wilson interviews Mr. Turner about his life in advance of his entrapment in a piano. <Begin Log, [20/10/2021 9:30 AM]> Dr. Wilson: Good morning, Harry. SCP-6321: Katarina! Ready for another round of tests? Dr. Wilson: I ran dry of justifiable ideas for tests. Even that last one was a stretch, Harry, and we both know it. SCP-6321: Then what are you here for? Dr. Wilson: An interview. I wanted to talk. SCP-6321: Is this official, or a personal visit? Dr. Wilson: It's official. I can't do personal visits with you yet- not with so much still up in the air. We're still waiting on an official classification for you on all three fronts. I genuinely hope my notes from that last test are taken seriously because they'd help the case of me being about to see you more casually. SCP-6321: I completely understand, Katarina. You don't need to be so- Dr. Wilson: (chuckling, cutting him off) Tense. I know. You keep saying that. SCP-6321: Well I don't want you hurting yourself! Dr. Wilson: I know. I appreciate your concern. SCP-6321: So, how can I help you today? Dr. Wilson: I wanted to ask you a bit about your life before… your current living situation. SCP-6321: (chuckling) Have I not provided you with enough stories during your tests? Dr. Wilson: You've certainly given me a great deal to work with, but I'd love to know more. So we're going to have a guided conversation about what I think might help me in my research. SCP-6321: I'll do my best to provide you with what you need, but you know I have limitations around what I can divulge about my state. Dr. Wilson: I know. And I'll try to avoid those areas. First and foremost… tell me about your family. SCP-6321: I was raised by my mother, with two sisters- one older than me and one younger. It's how I know so much about how to behave around women. My mother was a nurse and ran a small apothecary of sorts where she sold homemade remedies. She more or less got into that trade because my younger sister was prone to illness. I don't know how she did it, but her natural cures worked wonders.5 Dr. Wilson: Intriguing… your mother was a scientist of sorts? SCP-6321: Indeed she was- which is why I so appreciate your work. Dr. Wilson: (teasing) Come now, Harold. We both know flattery will get you nowhere with me. SCP-6321: (also teasing) Well I might as well try, given the opportunity. Dr. Wilson: You mentioned her cures doing "wonders". Would you go so far as to call these wonders anomalous? SCP-6321: I can't answer that. Dr. Wilson: Do you think your mother may have been a practitioner of… please know I mean no, offence, but- SCP-6321: (cutting her off) I can't answer that, Kat. Dr. Wilson: Come on, Harry! You've got to work with me here! SCP-6321: I'm sorry! But if it helps in confirming any of your suspicions, I will say this: I've had to very delicately mince my words because we are verging on the territory of things I cannot talk about. Dr. Wilson: That helps a great deal. Thank you, Harold. Let's move on to something you may be able to talk more about. SCP-6321: Please. Dr. Wilson: At what age did you begin playing the piano? SCP-6321: I believe I was seven years old. Dr. Wilson: A fairly standard age. Were you playing on this make of piano at that time? SCP-6321: Oh yes. In fact, it was this exact piano! It was a gift from my mother for my birthday. Dr. Wilson: So your mother had access to the piano before you ever played it? SCP-6321: Yes. Dr. Wilson: Do you think she- SCP-6321: Careful, Kat. If you want answers, you don't want to go in that direction. Dr. Wilson: Right. Am I right in assuming there's a reason I won't be getting an answer to that question? SCP-6321: Yes. I have my suspicions that there is. Dr. Wilson: Thank you. Now… as for the urban mythology… SCP-6321: I think that covered one front of it, did it not? Dr. Wilson: It did. I want to know a bit about the other front. And I know I'm going to need to word this- SCP-6321: (cutting her off) Very carefully. Otherwise, I'm not going to be able to give you anything. Dr. Wilson: I know, Harry. So I'm gonna put it in a way I think you might be able to answer fully. SCP-6321: If anyone could figure out a way to do that, it would be you. Your wit still astounds me! Dr. Wilson: I'm a scientist for a reason, Harold. All right… Here goes. If I were to ask you the question, in theory, of whether or not you used your mother's witchcraft to eternally transfer your soul into this piano once you knew you were terminally ill… would you be able to answer it. SCP-6321: Not entirely. That's a complex one. Dr. Wilson: Good to know. SCP-6321: I will tell you that the actual circumstances are… much more expansive than the myth. Dr. Wilson: Thank you, Harry. SCP-6321: I wish I could help more. I know you're trying very hard to figure me out. Dr. Wilson: That, and perhaps what happened to those boys. SCP-6321: I genuinely don't know what happened with them. I wish I did. Dr. Wilson: I know, Harry. I hope I can convince the Foundation of that fact. It would also work towards normal conversations between us becoming more accessible without me constantly having to experiment on you. SCP-6321: I don't mind the experiments. They don't cause me any pain. Dr. Wilson: No, I know… It just feels invasive doing it so often. Especially with you. It feels wrong. SCP-6321: Well, so long as you're here, could you perhaps stay a little after this interview is over? Dr. Wilson: I'm not supposed to. And I've got this recording in an official capacity. SCP-6321: Couldn't you just… turn off the recording and stay? Dr. Wilson: That would be extremely unprofessional of me. SCP-6321: But you could? Dr. Wilson: I suppose… I could also be fired. SCP-6321: For a few minutes? Wouldn't the Foundation appreciate you providing comfort to me, given my state? You know I hate being alone. Dr. Wilson: I… I could probably get off with a warning if it's a one-time thing. SCP-6321: You were just about to tell me about the last season of Wentworth before you left yesterday. Dr. Wilson: Yeah- although I should probably wait to tell you about that until next week when the final episode airs… Eric6 called again last night. SCP-6321: Oh no… Dr. Wilson: Just give me a second to- <End Log, [ERROR]> Closing Statement: It is assumed that at this point Dr. Wilson stopped the recording. This was the last known log by Dr. Wilson. Addendum 6321.6: Incident-6321.1 After the prior interview, Dr. Wilson neglected to leave SCP-6321's containment cell for three days. The current hypothesis as to why this happened is that she was transfixed on the conversation she was having with the SCP by psychic means. Testing protocols on this hypothesis are currently being determined. Due to a lack of nutrition and hydration during this timeframe, Dr. Wilson passed. Dr. Wilson had booked the two days following their final interview with the subject as vacation days. The assumption had been made by her superiors that she had forgotten to clock out before these. No loud or unusual noises had emerged from SCP-6321's containment cell to indicate any unusual activity, and the security feed showed an empty room for the entire period. It has since been discovered that Dr. Wilson tampered with the security feed, presumably so that she could continue her conversation without consequence. Her body was found by Dr. █████ when they were asked to check on SCP-6321 in her absence. Below is an interview by Dr. Morris with SCP-6321 shortly after this discovery. The interview was supervised by Dr. Bloom to ensure the safety of Dr. Morris. Post-Mortem Interview: Case of Katarina Wilson Interviewed: SCP-6321 Interviewer: Dr. Erol Morris, Site 42 + Open - Close Foreword: Interview with SCP-6321 in lieu of the death of their primary researcher. <Begin Log, 24/10/2021 12:00 PM> Dr. Morris: SCP-6321- SCP-6321: (cutting him off) You're not Katarina. Dr. Morris: I am not Dr. Wilson, that is correct. SCP-6321: You're not that nice boy from yesterday either. Is Katarina going to be back soon? I miss her. Dr. Morris: Dr. Wilson is deceased. SCP-6321: I beg your pardon? Dr. Morris: She's dead. And we have reason to believe you were instrumental in her passing. SCP-6321: There has to be some sort of mistake. Kat isn't dead. She's on vacation! She was just telling me about the trip she was going to take to her parent's cottage. Right about now, she's probably jet skiing on the lake she backs onto. She- Dr. Morris: (cutting it off, agitated) She isn't jetskiing. Dead girls can't jetski. SCP-6321: She was just here… Dr. Morris: She died yesterday. SCP-6321: Yesterday? Dr. Morris: You should have been witness to it. SCP-6321: We were talking… Dr. Morris: Was she talking? Or were you? SCP-6321: Well… I suppose I carried the later part of the conversation a bit. But that was only because I was telling her about the time I won a competition and got to play Carnegie Hall! I bumped into- Dr. Morris: I'm not interested in your performance career. What I'm interested in is what you did to Dr. Wilson. SCP-6321: Me? I did nothing. Dr. Morris: Can you summarize what you and Dr. Wilson did during the last 72 hours of her life? SCP-6321: 72 hours? Is that really how long it was? Dr. Morris: That was the suspected length of her visit with you before she passed. SCP-6321: It flew by… she came in to conduct an interview. Dr. Morris: We have that on file. I can't remember the exact length of it off the top of my head, but it couldn't have been longer than ten minutes. What happened after that? SCP-6321: Well… we started by talking about her ex-boyfriend, Eric. Did she ever tell you about him? He was a real dolt, dropping her after two years because she was more emotionally dependant on him than he was on her and then having the nerve to call her as though- Dr. Morris: (cutting it off, frustrated) I don't need… (taking a breath) I don't need you to regurgitate the finer details of Dr. Wilson's love life, though it's unfortunate that she was going through that. SCP-6321: My apologies. Should I keep to the barebones of what our conversation covered? Dr. Morris: Did you just… talk the entire time? SCP-6321: We certainly did! We talked about Eric for a long while, then she told me about the vacation she was taking to take her mind off of him- and honestly good for her. Her family's cottage has such a rich history, and it seems like it's in such a beautiful area! Then I asked her if she was inviting any friends from work, and the poor thing said she had none! She was very new, you know. And shy. So shy. She said she was so busy with work that she hadn't had time to introduce herself to anyone, but I think she was just too nervous. She had high hopes for this job, you know. She was working hard so that one day she might be able to head a research team. She said I was the first SCP she'd gotten to lead research on. Dr. Morris: That's true. You were her first SCP. By all indications, you were benign. This shouldn't have happened. SCP-6321: She'd hoped that if she did well with me… well, she hoped a few things. She was hoping she could prove I was as benign as everyone assumed, and perhaps a proper friendship between us would be more accessible. But she also hoped that maybe it would help her work her way up in the organization. That she could be making a real change in the world. She told me about her line of work, and what she was hoping to specialize in. Dr. Morris: It was some branch of linguistics, right? SCP-6321: I think she referred to it as audio linguistics? She described it as figuring out how anomalous objects surpass their state to communicate. I didn't understand much else she said in regards to it, but it was so clear from her tone that she loved it. And then we got talking about whether there were specializations in music. And… I suppose that's when I took the lead in the conversation. We talked about my piano experience, my performance careers, how much I loved to play rags- especially Joplin. God, I loved Joplin. He knew how to write a tune. And I got into how I performed at Carnegie, and I met his niece once… and then I asked a question and she didn't answer. I figured she might have had to leave and I simply hadn't heard. Dr. Morris: (after a pause) It seems like you knew her very well. SCP-6321: She was a very dear friend to me. This is incredibly tragic. Dr. Morris: It is. She was young too. (pause) But, uh, anyway… Do you remember doing anything that could have put her in danger? SCP-6321: I just talked to her. Like we're doing now. Dr. Morris: Dr. Wilson noted in one of her tests that your EMF seemed to strengthen as your conversation progressed, but she never noted if this was because of a conscious effort on your front… SCP-6321: What's an EMF? Dr. Morris: Electromagnetic field. SCP-6321: I still don't know what that means. Dr. Morris: Is there any sort of ability you might have that you concealed from Dr. Wilson? SCP-6321: I never concealed anything from Kat. She was my best friend. My only friend. Dr. Morris: I wish we had a way to tell if you were lying… SCP-6321: Why are you asking me this? Dr. Morris: Why am I asking you what? SCP-6321: Why are you asking me all these questions about abilities and E-M-F? I mean I could understand the questions about what Katarina and I were doing before she died because I was the last one to see her. Dr. Morris: Katarina died of dehydration. SCP-6321: How awful! Dr. Morris: She didn't drink any water in the three days she talked to you. SCP-6321: That seems irresponsible of her. Dr. Morris: We… Currently, the hypothesis is that she didn't have the capacity to drink any water. She was too busy being locked in a conversation with you. SCP-6321: That's ridiculous! I wish she had told me she wasn't drinking- I couldn't exactly see her. I would… I would never want her to not hydrate for my sake. Dr. Morris: We believe that you gain a psychic hold on those you converse with, forcing them to focus only on you. SCP-6321: What? Dr. Morris: It's the only explanation we've got based on Kat's research and the evidence you've provided us. SCP-6321: Are you saying I killed Kat? Dr. Morris: Yes. Whether that was intentional or not- SCP-6321: (cutting him off, aggressive) I didn't kill Katarina! I would never kill Katarina! Dr. Morris: I'm not saying that you did it intentionally. Based on the conversation we've had today, I'd tend to lean towards the death being unintentional. SCP-6321: (frantically, getting louder) There has to be some mistake here. I'm not a killer. I don't kill people! Dr. Morris: (calmly) This seems to be a pattern for you. This is almost precisely the same scenario as what happened with the Cryptid Crusaders. SCP-6321: You mean the boys? Did you find them? Dr. Morris: We've known where they were since a day after Dr. Wilson started her investigation. They're dead. They crashed their car the night after they finished filming their follow-up video with you. SCP-6321: No… Dr. Morris: I'm afraid so. I'd imagine that Dr. Wilson neglected to tell you to spare your feelings. I'm… not particularly in the mood to mince my words. SCP-6321: Are you saying I killed them too? Dr. Morris: At first, it looked like maybe they'd just been irresponsible, but now… do you remember how long your last conversation with them was? SCP-6321: I have no clue. Dr. Morris: They had likely talked to you for days before they left, which would imply they hadn't slept in a very long time. SCP-6321: That's not my fault. Dr. Morris: It is your fault. SCP-6321: It is not! Dr. Morris: It is. It doesn't have to be intentional to be your fault. SCP-6321: (frantically, louder) There has to be some mistake. I could never kill… I'm not a killer. Dr. Morris: You could. And it's looking like you did, whether you wanted to or not. SCP-6321: No… Dr. Morris: I'm sorry if that is a hard pill to swallow, but- SCP-6321: (louder, irrate) No! Dr. Bloom: Dr. Morris, that's enough for today. Dr. Morris: We had a few more things to- Dr. Bloom: That's enough. Conclude the interview. <End Log, 24/10/2021 12:17 PM> Immediately following the above interview, SCP-6321's communication privileges were indefinitely suspended until protocols for safe communication could be put in place. Addendum 6321.7: Post-Incident Interview. The following interview between SCP-6321 and Dr. Bloom took place a month after the death of Dr. Wilson. Interviewed: SCP-6321 Interviewer: Dr. Cheryl Bloom, Site 42 Foreword: Followup interview with SCP-6321 following the death of Dr. Katarina Wilson. + Open - Close <Begin Log, 25/11/2021, 10:15 AM> Dr. Bloom: Good morning. Dr. Wilson's notes indicate that you prefer to be called Harold? SCP-6321: That's right. It's my name. Am I not owed that decency? Dr. Bloom: With everything that has happened recently in consideration, you aren't owed anything, Harold. SCP-6321: What's happened recently? Dr. Bloom: You killed Dr. Wilson. SCP-6321: I already told you that wasn't me. Dr. Bloom: (a pause) Ah. I see you're still in denial. Fair enough, given your relationship with the deceased. SCP-6321: Katarina was my friend. I would never- Dr. Bloom: (cutting him off) It's alright. Let's not point fingers. How have you been feeling since we suspended your communication privileges? SCP-6321: It's been hellish. Dr. Bloom: Elaborate? SCP-6321: I am a social creature, Dr… Dr. Bloom: Bloom. Dr. Cheryl Bloom. SCP-6321: I am a social creature, Cheryl. Without that interaction, I am nothing. This cage has felt a lot smaller. Dr. Bloom: I feel like that might have been a bit hyperbolic, but your sentiment came through loud and clear. Have you had any time to consider your actions on October 23rd? SCP-6321: My actions? Dr. Bloom: Precisely what happened on the day Dr. Wilson died? SCP-6321: I've already told you what happened! We had a conversation! That is all that happened! She died of dehydration. Dr. Bloom: I know… SCP-6321: I didn't dehydrate her. Therefore I didn't kill her. Dr. Bloom: I can see that this is still a touchy subject. SCP-6321: You're accusing me of killing my best friend! That's deeply upsetting! Dr. Bloom: Then I won't linger on the topic any longer. SCP-6321: I would appreciate it. Perhaps you'd indulge me… I haven't had a proper conversation in ages. Dr. Bloom: I'm afraid I can't provide you with one. Your communication privileges are still suspended. SCP-6321: Then I suppose you should be on your way. Dr. Bloom: I have one last inquiry, Mr. Turner. SCP-6321: Go on, if you must. Dr. Bloom: I was only going to ask if you had any other comments or remarks on the matter. SCP-6321: You already know my sentiments on the matter. There's nothing more for me to say other than I miss dear Katarina, and I'm lonely in her absence. Dr. Bloom: Thank you, Harold. That will be all. <End Log, [25/11/2021 10:20 AM]> Footnotes 1. The B. Shoninger Louis XV was known as one of the most elaborate and beautifully carved pianos of all time. They were produced from 1850 to 1929 2. Cryptid Crusaders were a group of supernatural vloggers. It consisted of three members: Owen, Grady and Chad. All three were 24-year-old caucasian males with blonde hair (eye colour is unknown due to their tendency to wear sunglasses). It is the opinion of more than a few Researchers who are familiar with the group that they may not have been entirely qualified to investigate the supernatural. They have a small cult following on Youtube, primarily consisting of youth ages 13-18. 3. A clear pattern can be seen in Dr. Wilson's test times. She spent progressively more and more time with to subject for each test. This was also a trend with the Cryptid Crusaders during their filming. 4. There is some debate among researchers as to whether Dr. Wilson was of sound mind while writing these notes given her exposure to SCP-6321. Her findings are research are of sound logic, however, the degree of affection shown in these notes leads some researchers to question whether or not she may have still been under the influence of SCP-6321 while writing them. Results on this hypothesis are currently inconclusive. 5. SCP-6321's Mother's (Lottie Turner's) Black Book has since been found among Harold Turner's estate. 6. The 'Eric' mentioned here is believed to be Eric Walker, whom Dr. Wilson had been dating for exactly 25 months before their relationship ended. There is evidence that he may not have been entirely faithful to Dr. Wilson. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6321" by DrMegsMarvelle, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6321. Licensed under CC-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-6322 | safe | Raddagher More by this Author | Find Us Alive Hub Item #: SCP-6322 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6322 is currently held in a soundproof object containment locker at Site-19. Personnel conducting testing on SCP-6322 must do so inside a specialized chamber rated at Sound Transmission Class 50 or higher, and are required to wear protective active noise canceling equipment and to cover skin when handling the object, even in its inactive state. Description: SCP-6322 is a sphere of unidentified gemstone measuring 10cm in diameter. When SCP-6322 comes into contact with human skin for longer than 3 minutes, the object emits a 115 decibel ringing sound. Organic creatures in a .5km radius of the object who hear this sound without protective equipment experience rapid lung consolidation1 and die after 1-5 minutes. [1] unread message Close And that's it. At least one acquaintance on every MTF. Told you. Including the dead ones obviously obviously wait you forgot one What do you mean? you forgot alpha 4 Oh fuck off Alpha-4 doesn't count which one is alpha 4 again Mailmen oh lol History: The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-6322 following interception of communications between Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. and a client regarding the shipment of the object via the United States Postal Service. Foundation operatives successfully rerouted the package containing SCP-6322 to Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin, where it was to be recovered by Unit 87 of Mobile Task Force Alpha-4 (“Pony Express”) and returned to Dr. Franklin Hays, head of the SCP-6322 project. Captain Daniel Byrne of Mobile Task Force Delta-5 ("Front Runners") was sent to oversee transport of SCP-6322 back to Site-19. Unit 87 was chosen as the first point of contact due to Site-87 being the largest and closest Foundation site, as well as the Sloth's Pit postal warehouse being specially equipped for similar scenarios. Attached Documents Text messages between Captain Byrne and Delta-5 Agent Tim Miranda Close Kill me. ok Miranda, you would not believe these people are you at 87 I'm at 87 babysitting Alpha-4 why Big MCD thing coming in. They need me to get it back to 19 when does it get there Next 3 days or so, supposedly at least it'll be over soon Notice to MTF Alpha-4 Unit 87 Close Notice to MTF A-4 U87 Our sources at Site-19 have intercepted a message confirming that the Chaos Insurgency is going to make a play for the object. Your jobs just became marginally more difficult, but as always I have complete faith in your ability. No doubt you have met Captain Byrne; you may utilize him as you see fit to conduct the operation. Retrieval of the object is of utmost importance. Please review your protocol regarding violent countermeasures taken on civilian property and prepare accordingly. Godspeed, Pony Express. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night, Commander Cowley [1] Close Miranda you're not gonna believe this Phone log from a call between Captain Daniel Byrne and Commander Melina Cowley Close [Begin Log] Cowley: That would be the long and short of it. Quick work; in the best case scenario we’ll have it secured before the Insurgency even arrives. Byrne: Very quick work. Cowley: You sound trepidatious, is there something you’re worried about? Byrne: Maybe. It’s a dangerous object. It was reckless of them to send it through the mail in the first place. I just wonder about all this. Cowley: You wonder about what? Byrne: I mean- I don’t want to be rude, please don’t misconstrue what I’m saying- Cowley: What ARE you saying? Byrne: No offense, but don’t we have people who are better qualified for something like this? With the Insurgency involved? Shouldn’t we bring somebody else in? As backup? My guys could EASILY handle- Cowley: It’s coming through the post. That’s what our job is. That’s what we’re here for. Byrne: What happens if it gets rocky? Or violent? Are your people- are you guys even trained for that? Cowley: Yes. Byrne: Sorry. Don’t need to get your feelings hurt. [Cowley snorts] Cowley: Sweetheart. I’ve worked clerk at a post office during the Holidays. Nothing you can say could hurt my feelings. [Byrne is silent for several seconds] Byrne: Fine. I’ll work with what I’ve got. I won’t call anybody else in. Cowley: Good, because you don’t get to make that decision in the first place. [End Log] Meeting with Agent Baxter of MTF Alpha-4 Unit 87 Close [Begin Log] [Agent Baxter enters the conference room and crosses to shake Captain Byrne’s hand] Baxter: Oh hi, there! You must be Captain Byrne! Great to meet ‘cha! Byrne: Captain Baxter, nice to meet you. Baxter: Ope, it’s just Agent Baxter. But you can call me Perry! The ladies nominated me as second-in-command. Our captain was Captain Harold Darvish, but we hasn’t seen him since he fell in the Pit. Byrne: Since he fell… into the Pit. Baxter: Yep! Hope he’s doin’ okay in there. Probably is. Smart guy. Anyways, what can I do ya for? Byrne: I’m just here touching base about the operation. The package should arrive in two days. I wanted to make sure you were ready. Baxter: ‘Course! My guys are so excited, we hasn’t seen Chaos Insurgency in our neck a’ the woods since the Vikings won the Super Bowl. Byrne: HAVE the Vikings ever won the Super Bowl? Baxter: Nope! Ya see what I did there? [Agent Baxter laughs. Captain Byrne attempts to laugh] Byrne: Um, yes. I just have to ask, are you sure you’re ready for something like this? Dangerous object, possible… violent intervention? Baxter: ‘Course we are! ‘S why I wore my heavy duty gear! Byrne: Your heavy duty- now? You’re wearing it right now? Baxter: Sure am, guy.2 Byrne: That? That’s your gear? Baxter: Steel toe shoes. And listen! [Agent Baxter raps against his chest. It makes a hollow knocking noise] Baxter: Get to use my fancy bulletproof vest. Even though we don’t really like guns. Byrne: You don’t like guns. Of course you don’t like guns… Baxter: No guns. We try to get everybody out alive, enemies too. Byrne: That's insane. You realize that's insane, right? I'm gonna kill some CI's if I have to. Baxter: Not so long as I'm still honorary Captain, you're not. [Captain Byrne and Agent Baxter stare at each other.] [Agent Baxter smiles.] Baxter: But I’ll tell ya, really looking forward to working with ya! We’ll get that box taken care of, yes sir. [Captain Byrne says nothing for several seconds] Byrne: Baxter, listen. I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m from Delta-5, based out of Site-19. I’m sure you’ve heard of us. We deal with REAL issues. We solve REAL problems. When it comes to leading your team, I’m not gonna tell you what to do, just know that if need be, we can have a backup team of… better prepared agents to help out. Baxter: ‘Preciate it, but between you and me, we’ve never needed more than the five of us. Four of us now, I suppose. Pretty capable when it comes to the post. Little's a real heavy hitter, Buckley throws a wicked fastball, and Singh might be small but she knows the warehouse like the back of her hand. Byrne: What does pitching a fastball have to do with- with anything? Baxter: Comes in handy sometimes. Byrne: Alright, Agent Baxter. This has been… informative, but I have other business I need to attend to. I’ll be in touch. Baxter: ‘Djeet? Byrne: …I beg your pardon? Baxter: It’s 6:30, wanna go for some food? A beer? Byrne: I think I’m just going to go back to my hotel. [End Log] [1] Close I'm becoming increasingly certain that every last one of these poor fucks is going to die. oh no theyre not that bad are they They barely have armor. They don't even use guns. yikes I'm going to have to carry this operation myself or it's going to be easy money for the Insurgency how many on the team? Five counting me. no guns? really? Their weird leader says they "don't like them" well the insurgency does Log taken from a meeting between Captain Byrne and Agent Baxter Close [Begin Log] Byrne: Alright, Baxter. I think we need to talk strategy. Baxter: Oh, no worries, bud! We’ve got a real good one already. Byrne: Do you? Because I haven’t heard anything about that. Baxter: ‘S because it ain’tcher job, is it? You’re here to get it back to Nineteen, aren’t ya? Byrne: Yes, but it’s pretty obvious you’re going to need all the help you can get. Baxter: Oh-kay, if you really want to help so bad, you’re welcome to come on by. So long as you don’t get in our way, ‘s a horse apiece to me. Byrne: I’m trying to save your lives, you folksy bastard. The Insurgency aren’t polite and they don’t play nice. You don’t even have armor. Baxter: Whoa there, guy. No need for name calling. We don’t need armor, it slows ya down. Gotta keep ‘er movin’ in our line of work. You’ll see. [Agent Baxter pats Captain Byrne’s shoulder] Baxter: We might not be so much like other Task Forces, but we know what we’re about. And things don't work the same here as they do where you're from. Byrne: Elaborate. Baxter: Let's say we've got quite the home field advantage in our neck of the woods. 'Specially in that warehouse. Byrne: Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it, Fargo. [End Log] RECOVERY Close VIDEO TRANSCRIPT Date: 3 November 2012 Note: The package containing SCP-6322 arrived with the last shipment at approximately 4:30pm. At 5:10pm, the warehouse is evacuated under pretext of a minor gas leak. MTF Alpha-4 U87 agents Baxter, Buckley, Singh and Little are stationed inside the warehouse alongside MTF Delta-5 Captain Byrne. Agent Baxter advises Capt. Byrne to stand in the center floor of the warehouse. Capt. Byrne is the only agent equipped with a firearm and full tactical armor. Six Chaos Insurgency agents, Designated Agents A-F, arrive at the warehouse at 10:42pm. [Begin Transcript] Camera 1 Insurgency agents infiltrate the warehouse and begin to search the building. Insurgency squad leader (designated Agent A) sees Capt. Byrne and engages. Byrne ducks behind cover and returns fire. While Byrne has the Insurgency agents distracted, Agents Baxter and Little lock and bar all exit doors. The main floor of the warehouse has no windows. Agent Singh turns off lights and activates the warehouse conveyor belt system. Gunfire slows, Byrne and Insurgency agents express confusion. Baxter and Little climb onto the moving conveyor belts. Camera 2 Insurgency squad leader instructs others to equip headlamps. Byrne does the same. Agent C approaches one of the ramp belts in search of Byrne or other Foundation agents. Camera 3 Agent Buckley rolls a ball of steel wire across the floor of the warehouse. Camera 2 Byrne exchanges fire with Agents D and F and does not notice Agent C’s approach. Baxter jumps to a lower conveyor belt behind Agent C and hits him in the back of the head with a wooden baseball bat. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A, B, D, E, F] Camera 3 Singh catches the rolling ball of steel wire. Camera 2 By the time Byrne sees Agent C collapse, Baxter has already jumped to a new conveyor belt. Baxter pulls a fire extinguisher off a wall mount and drops it onto a horizontal conveyor belt before disappearing into the upper section of the warehouse. Camera 3 Agents B and E search the warehouse floor for the package. Singh and Buckley pull the wire taut, tripping both. Agent E regains their footing and Agent B drops their primary firearm. As Agent B reaches for the gun, Little jumps off a conveyor belt above them and lands directly on their back. Keeping one foot on the back of Agent B’s neck, she kicks Agent E in the chin. Camera 2 Byrne fires from behind cover and hits Agent D in the shoulder. Agent F reloads. Camera 1 Agent A has disengaged and is searching the warehouse. Camera 3 Little wrenches Agent E’s gun from their hands, kicks it away across the warehouse floor, and lifts Agent E fully off the ground. Little slams Agent E, now unarmed, onto a horizontal conveyor belt and jumps on after them. Camera 2 Byrne runs for cover closer to Agents D and F’s position while F is reloading. Camera 3 Agent B stands up and draws a pistol, aiming at Singh. Buckley throws a loop of steel wire around Agent B’s neck and squeezes. Singh grabs the fire extinguisher off a nearby conveyor belt and sprays it into Agent B’s face. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A, D, E, F] Camera 1 Agent A finds the storage room containing SCP-6322. He aims at the lock. Byrne hears Agent A blow the door open, but cannot pursue as Agent F begins firing again. Agent D draws a pistol in their left hand. Camera 4 Agent E and Little fight barehanded on the conveyor belt. Little lands a punch to Agent E’s stomach. Agent E retaliates with an elbow. Little swings again, Agent E blocks and headbutts her. She stumbles back. Her nose is bleeding. Agent E steps back onto another ramped conveyor belt, gaining higher ground. Little wipes her face and follows. Agent E draws a large tactical knife from their belt. Little suddenly hits the deck, dropping flat onto her stomach. The conveyor belt carries them underneath the platform of another belt, the back of Agent E’s head impacting the metal. Agent E is knocked off the conveyor belt and falls to the concrete floor below. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A, D, F] Camera 1 Byrne shouts something. Baxter, seen walking on one of the upper belts, shouts something else and laughs. Camera 3 Buckley and Singh leave Agent B tied up, and disperse in separate directions. Camera 1 Agent A spots Baxter and fires. Baxter dodges, looking around for an escape route. Agent A fires again, opening the storage room door behind him as he does. Agent A ducks into the storage room and closes the door behind him. Baxter shouts down to Byrne, who points to Agents D and F, who are still pinning him down. Buckley yells across the warehouse to Baxter, producing a baseball from her jacket pocket. She winds up and throws the ball hard. Baxter swings his bat, and Agent F’s head snaps backward. Agent F collapses. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A, D] As Agent D tries to rouse Agent F, Byrne closes the distance and hits him with the butt of his gun. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: A] Baxter shouts and points toward the storage room door. Baxter pauses to insert earplugs as Byrne takes position to kick in the door. Byrne kicks the storage room door open. Camera 5 Inside the storage room, Agent A is holding SCP-6322 in one bare hand, the other aiming his pistol at Byrne. Byrne raises his gun. Camera 3 In the warehouse, Singh activates the ceiling sprinklers and begins rapidly flickering the lights. Camera 5 Agent A fires and misses. Byrne fires and misses. SCP-6322 nears its active state. Baxter and Little run past Byrne into the storage room. Baxter swings his bat and knocks Agent A’s pistol from his hands. Little bodyslams Agent A, tackling him backwards into the wall. Agent's A's mask is knocked off, revealing him to be Delta-5 agent Tim Miranda. SCP-6322 flies out of his hand. Baxter catches SCP-6322 and immediately throws it to Buckley, who stands in the doorway holding a cardboard box full of packing peanuts. Buckley catches SCP-6322 in the box and folds it closed. Little headbutts Miranda twice, knocking him unconscious. [Remaining Insurgency Agents: none] Byrne sits down on the floor and rubs his hands down his face. [End Transcript] Notes: All six Insurgency agents remanded to Foundation custody. SCP-6322 was successfully recovered and Captain Byrne was reprimanded for leaking sensitive information to an Insurgency mole. Text Message from Captain Byrne to Agent Baxter Close Hey. Is that beer still on the table? Footnotes 1. Water vapor condensing within the lungs, leading to drowning in extreme cases 2. Agent Baxter is wearing USPS uniform issued shorts, shirt and jacket ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6322" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6322. Licensed under CC-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-6323 | keter | SCP-6323-2 engaging in “people watching” while SCP-6323 finishes a muffin delivery. Item #: SCP-6323 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation cover company has been established to dissuade civilian investigation of SCP-6323, purporting that it is the work of a group of university students specializing in animatronics for social media purposes. A robotics team is to maintain an ongoing blog with falsified images depicting SCP-6323-2 in various locations, with the explanation that the delivery of baked goods is part of the test runs for the animatronic animal’s range of motion. The blog posts are to be artificially delayed, so as to make it impossible for civilians to follow the current alleged locations of the SCP-6323-2 test runs. Should SCP-6323 be noted to interact directly with civilians, a Field Agent is to interview any individuals involved, claiming that they are doing so for a campus newspaper. Amnestics may be applied as necessary. As of currently, it is determined that there is no need to confiscate muffins distributed by SCP-6323. Description: SCP-6323 appears to be a middle-aged male human of indeterminate ethnicity, possessing unremarkable facial features. SCP-6323 is constantly accompanied by a male Masai giraffe (Giraffa camelopardalis tippelskirchii) (designated SCP-6323-2) which, due to its exhibited intelligence and comprehension of human speech, is believed to be anomalous. Based on observation data gathered by field agents assigned to the SCP-6323 case, it is currently believed that SCP-6323-2 can only be perceived by approximately 15% of observers. While Foundation attempts to track SCP-6323 and its accomplice have failed to identify meaningful travel patterns, it is currently understood that both entities follow recurrently consistent behaviors: SCP-6323 will distribute baked goods (typically muffins of various flavors) to individuals’ places of work, with the explanation that “someone thought they [the recipient] could use a treat.” The food delivered by SCP-6323 has been determined to be non-anomalous. Recipients of food from SCP-6323 typically exhibit symptoms of depression and anxiety. SCP-6323 will often consult SCP-6323-2’s opinion on future recipients, with the two often engaging in “people watching”1 after making a delivery. SCP-6323 and SCP-6323-2 will disappear from view within 30 minutes of making a delivery. Addendum SCP-6323-1: On 12/25/21, Foundation operatives at Site-17 were able to intercept SCP-6323 at a nearby shopping mall. Dr. R. Mercer was able to engage SCP-6323 in a short interview after offering it a muffin from a nearby bakery. (See excerpted interview log below.) Excerpt from Interview Log SCP-6323-1: Dr. Mercer: Thanks for speaking with me. My colleagues have been curious about your work for so long. SCP-6323: Thank you for the muffin. Dr. Mercer: You’re welcome. How did you start up with what you do? SCP-6323: Let’s just say… I wanted a change of pace, and to make up for some things I regret. And I went to someone that would allow me to do that. If in a strange manner. Dr. Mercer: To confirm, you’re not human, are you? SCP-6323: Not particularly. Dr. Mercer: But you interacted with humans frequently? SCP-6323: Yes. They were my original clients, so to speak. Back when my trade was bloodier. Dr. Mercer: Can you elaborate? SCP-6323: No one was ever satisfied with revenge. No one ever stopped at just one target. I wanted something more fulfilling. Dr. Mercer: So you sought new assignment? SCP-6323: Yes. From someone higher up in the chain of authority, who allegedly knew what would suit me best. At first I thought it infuriating. I was a manifestation of restlessness, tasked with carrying out bloody revenge, and my new creed was delivering baked goods to sad people? Dr. Mercer: It does seem an unusual match. SCP-6323: I still wish they could have given me a better conscience companion. Dr. Mercer: So your handler is a giraffe? SCP-6323: I’m assuming they ran out of the more conventionally impressive animals. Dr. Mercer: I see. SCP-6323: Although, uh, the giraffe is how I met my wife. Dr. Mercer: Please explain. SCP-6323: She lived in a second-story apartment. It had a balcony. Lots of plants and flowers spilling over the railings, can’t miss it. She’d talk to herself up there, when she was upset. I couldn’t reach up there, but the giraffe could. Dr. Mercer: So you’d bring her muffins? SCP-6323: I would. In a little basket, lifted up to the balcony. Then one day I saw she’d somehow lugged a potted acacia tree up there, and it never withered, never died. Even with the giraffe taking bites out of it every time I visited. And I knew. Dr. Mercer: You sound happy. SCP-6323: I think we are. She helps me bake, sometimes. Maybe that was the redemption I’ve been working towards, all these years. Addendum SCP-6323-2: Upon the second meeting with SCP-6323, the Foundation has offered him and his wife support for their activities. SCP-6323 declined, stating simply, “we have a good thing going with the Hand, but thanks for the offer.” Footnotes 1. Observing people and their actions in a public place, often also using the observations to guess at people's personal stories/background. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6323" by Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6323. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6323 | uncontained | SCP-6323-2 engaging in “people watching” while SCP-6323 finishes a muffin delivery. Item #: SCP-6323 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation cover company has been established to dissuade civilian investigation of SCP-6323, purporting that it is the work of a group of university students specializing in animatronics for social media purposes. A robotics team is to maintain an ongoing blog with falsified images depicting SCP-6323-2 in various locations, with the explanation that the delivery of baked goods is part of the test runs for the animatronic animal’s range of motion. The blog posts are to be artificially delayed, so as to make it impossible for civilians to follow the current alleged locations of the SCP-6323-2 test runs. Should SCP-6323 be noted to interact directly with civilians, a Field Agent is to interview any individuals involved, claiming that they are doing so for a campus newspaper. Amnestics may be applied as necessary. As of currently, it is determined that there is no need to confiscate muffins distributed by SCP-6323. Description: SCP-6323 appears to be a middle-aged male human of indeterminate ethnicity, possessing unremarkable facial features. SCP-6323 is constantly accompanied by a male Masai giraffe (Giraffa camelopardalis tippelskirchii) (designated SCP-6323-2) which, due to its exhibited intelligence and comprehension of human speech, is believed to be anomalous. Based on observation data gathered by field agents assigned to the SCP-6323 case, it is currently believed that SCP-6323-2 can only be perceived by approximately 15% of observers. While Foundation attempts to track SCP-6323 and its accomplice have failed to identify meaningful travel patterns, it is currently understood that both entities follow recurrently consistent behaviors: SCP-6323 will distribute baked goods (typically muffins of various flavors) to individuals’ places of work, with the explanation that “someone thought they [the recipient] could use a treat.” The food delivered by SCP-6323 has been determined to be non-anomalous. Recipients of food from SCP-6323 typically exhibit symptoms of depression and anxiety. SCP-6323 will often consult SCP-6323-2’s opinion on future recipients, with the two often engaging in “people watching”1 after making a delivery. SCP-6323 and SCP-6323-2 will disappear from view within 30 minutes of making a delivery. Addendum SCP-6323-1: On 12/25/21, Foundation operatives at Site-17 were able to intercept SCP-6323 at a nearby shopping mall. Dr. R. Mercer was able to engage SCP-6323 in a short interview after offering it a muffin from a nearby bakery. (See excerpted interview log below.) Excerpt from Interview Log SCP-6323-1: Dr. Mercer: Thanks for speaking with me. My colleagues have been curious about your work for so long. SCP-6323: Thank you for the muffin. Dr. Mercer: You’re welcome. How did you start up with what you do? SCP-6323: Let’s just say… I wanted a change of pace, and to make up for some things I regret. And I went to someone that would allow me to do that. If in a strange manner. Dr. Mercer: To confirm, you’re not human, are you? SCP-6323: Not particularly. Dr. Mercer: But you interacted with humans frequently? SCP-6323: Yes. They were my original clients, so to speak. Back when my trade was bloodier. Dr. Mercer: Can you elaborate? SCP-6323: No one was ever satisfied with revenge. No one ever stopped at just one target. I wanted something more fulfilling. Dr. Mercer: So you sought new assignment? SCP-6323: Yes. From someone higher up in the chain of authority, who allegedly knew what would suit me best. At first I thought it infuriating. I was a manifestation of restlessness, tasked with carrying out bloody revenge, and my new creed was delivering baked goods to sad people? Dr. Mercer: It does seem an unusual match. SCP-6323: I still wish they could have given me a better conscience companion. Dr. Mercer: So your handler is a giraffe? SCP-6323: I’m assuming they ran out of the more conventionally impressive animals. Dr. Mercer: I see. SCP-6323: Although, uh, the giraffe is how I met my wife. Dr. Mercer: Please explain. SCP-6323: She lived in a second-story apartment. It had a balcony. Lots of plants and flowers spilling over the railings, can’t miss it. She’d talk to herself up there, when she was upset. I couldn’t reach up there, but the giraffe could. Dr. Mercer: So you’d bring her muffins? SCP-6323: I would. In a little basket, lifted up to the balcony. Then one day I saw she’d somehow lugged a potted acacia tree up there, and it never withered, never died. Even with the giraffe taking bites out of it every time I visited. And I knew. Dr. Mercer: You sound happy. SCP-6323: I think we are. She helps me bake, sometimes. Maybe that was the redemption I’ve been working towards, all these years. Addendum SCP-6323-2: Upon the second meeting with SCP-6323, the Foundation has offered him and his wife support for their activities. SCP-6323 declined, stating simply, “we have a good thing going with the Hand, but thanks for the offer.” Footnotes 1. Observing people and their actions in a public place, often also using the observations to guess at people's personal stories/background. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6323" by Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6323. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6324 | euclid | Item#: 6324 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6324 is to be stored in a standard garage at Site-37 with access to a circular track for testing purposes. Following Incident-6324, the track is to be surrounded by a reinforced wall capable of withstanding an impact from SCP-6324. SCP-6324 has been equipped with a GPS tracker and internal cameras so that it may be located in the event that it is taken from Site-37. Individuals affected by SCP-6324-1 are to be given standard evaluation for mind-affecting anomalies. However, since SCP-6324-1 is a particularly subtle anomaly, no amnesticization is required. Description: SCP-6324 is a 1987 █████ brand station wagon. It has continued functioning since its creation seemingly without repair, despite natural erosion. Any individual parts of SCP-6324 may break or wear down, but none of these ultimately impair its ability to function. Whenever two individuals are within SCP-6324 and it is driven for over thirty minutes, an instance of SCP-6324-1 begins. During an SCP-6324-1 instance, SCP-6324 displays driving capabilities far beyond the usual of any other similar model of vehicle. These abilities include: increased acceleration and braking power, the ability to make impossibly sharp turns, and increased durability to the point of near indestructibility. Individuals inside of SCP-6324 during an SCP-6324-1 instance will tend to show certain changes to their personalities. Including, but not limited to: poor impulse control, a strong desire to seek out new experiences, and an increase to any existing behavioral differences between them. Most of these effects end once the SCP-6324-1 event completes. The one exception being an increased bond between the affected individuals. This connection occurs despite any existing animosity they may have had. The two will begin to address each other as if they are close friends. Even when informed of SCP-6324’s nature, they will be unable to identify the relationship as anomalous, instead attributing it to having a significant shared experience during SCP-6324-1. Incident-6324: On 25/06/2019, a test of SCP-6324 was conducted using D-927491 and D-391848. Due to a containment breach, the test was abandoned and most personnel were called away. However, after D-391848 was taken inside, D-927491 used this as an opportunity to escape, kidnapping Researcher Franklin White as a hostage and stealing the equipment from a nearby guard. The following are audio and video logs from the cameras inside SCP-6324. + Incident Log-6324-1 - Close <Begin Log> Researcher White: I spy with my little eye, something that starts with the letter… R. D-927491: Road. Researcher White: Yep! How’d you know? D-927491: It was either that or “road sign”. There’s not a single other thing to see. Researcher White: Oh, I’ll find something. Hm, I spy with my little eye, something that starts with the letter… (Begins squinting) S. D-927491: Are you looking at the… You’re going to go blind, you know. Researcher White: I’ll be fine. D-927491: Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Researcher White: Can you just guess it already! D-927491: I don’t know… Researcher White: Please! D-927491: Fine, you’re looking at the sun. Researcher White: (Winces and turns away) Thank you. D-927491: You’re an idiot, you know that right? Researcher White: Moving on! I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with the letter… (Turns) D. D-927491: D? What, like dirt? Researcher White: No, nothing like dirt. D-927491: What else is there? Whatever, I don’t really care. Stop looking at me like that! It’s annoying. (Pause) Wait. Researcher White: Yes? D-927491: It’s not… (Sighs) It’s me, isn’t it? Researcher White: Ding ding ding! D-927491: Dick. Researcher White: What? Why? D-927491: You think I like being called this? It’s a stupid letter and number. I didn’t get a choice in any of this. Researcher White: Did you have a choice in your other name? D-927491: Not the point and you know it. Researcher White: Fine, what should I call you? D-927491: My name’s Abigail Researcher White: Okay. Abigail. I’ll remember that. <End Log> + Incident Log-6324-2 - Close <Begin Log> Researcher White: So where are we going anyway? D-927491: Away. Researcher White: Just, away? Do you seriously have no better plan? You realize that we’ll have to stop eventually, right? D-927491: I’ve got a plan. I know a guy. Good at smuggling and owes me a favor. If anyone can keep us away from the Foundation, it’s him. Researcher White: Clever. So what’s the guys name? Two-Toes Tommy? Jimmy the Weasel? Maybe it’s something short, like “Spike”. I like Spike. D-927491: His name’s Edward. You watch too many movies. Researcher White: Well excuse me for not knowing about the criminal underworld. I guess I’m not cultured enough for this. D-927491: Are you mocking me? Researcher White: Maybe. D-927491: Glass houses. Researcher White: What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a perfectly respectable pers- Oh my god! The World’s Weirdest Ball of Twine is coming up! D-927491: You’re screwing with me. Researcher White: No, look at that sign. D-927491: That says, “Gas station: 3 miles”. Researcher White: Right, forgot about the antimemetic. We couldn’t take down that sign, so we had to get a little creative. D-927491: So is there a gas station ahead or not? Researcher White: Don’t remember. We have to go, please? Please? D-927491: Have you forgotten that we’re on the run? Researcher White: Oh, it won’t be long. And you haven’t lived until you’ve seen that twine. It’s both there and not there, sort of prismatic, and always twitching. Just an all around drug trip. D-927491: Like you know what a drug trip feels like. Researcher White: You don’t know everything about me. It’s that exit up there. D-927491: There’s no exit. Researcher White: Right. Antimemetics. Just let me take the wheel for a second. D-927491: What are you doing! Researcher White forcefully grabs the steering wheel and turns it sharp to the right. D-927491: Are you trying to kill us! Researcher White: Stop fighting, you’ll make us crash! SCP-6324 drives through what appears to be a solid barrier, and continues onto the concealed road leading to SCP-████, “The World’s Weirdest Ball of Twine”. D-927491: I swear this road wasn’t here before. Researcher White: I don’t have time to explain all the anomalous science. Just enjoy it! You’re one of the only people who’s going to experience the best roadside attraction on Earth! D-927491: You sound like a tour guide right now. Researcher White: Well, I did work at the research outpost here a while ago. So I know the ins and outs. SCP-6324 stops. D-927491: Research outpost? Researcher White: Yeah, we were researching wherever the ball came from. I think it’s a portal to another dimension. D-927491: I’m not walking into a Foundation lair! Researcher White: Relax, those guys are a bunch of lazy deadbeats. When I worked there, half the time was throwing things into the portal to see what would happen. The other half was making up lab reports.1 Did you know that you can just redact half a paper?2 No one notices!3 D-927491: Interesting. And how do I know you aren’t leading me into a trap? Researcher White: You don’t. But do you really want to miss this once in a lifetime experience? D-927491 sighs and SCP-6324 starts moving again. D-927491: Now you really sound like a tour guide. Researcher White: Perfect! (In a tour guide voice) Coming up on the right, you should see the World’s Weirdest Ball of Twine! And can I say, it’s already a sight to behold! Only the finest unpainted brick walls. D-927491: Doesn’t look much like an “attraction”. Researcher White: Yeah, the Foundation tends to do that to places. Trust me, it’s way cooler on the inside. D-927491: It better be, because I’m taking a pretty big risk here. Researcher White: It’ll be safe, I promise. <End Log> + Incident Log-6324-3 - Close <Begin Log> D-927491 and Researcher White are running from the research outpost around SCP-████, “The World’s Weirdest Ball of Twine”, chased by armed Foundation agents. D-927491: I thought it was going to be safe! Researcher White: I don’t know! I don’t recognize any of those guys! D-927491 struggles to open SCP-6324’s door for a few seconds. Researcher White: Hurry up hurry up hurry up— D-927491: I’m trying! The door comes open and the two go inside. Gunshots are heard behind them. Researcher White: Wow, were they even aiming? D-927491: Don’t know, don’t care. Researcher White: I mean, they’re usually such good shots… More gunshots. Researcher White turns around. Researcher White: …They weren’t aiming at us D-927491: What are you talking about? A large, iridescent moth is seen following SCP-6324 in close pursuit. D-927491 sees it in the rear mirror D-927491: What is that thing? Researcher White: A large, insectoid entity. Judging from the context, it’s likely extradimensional. Judging from its actions, it’s likely hostile. D-927491: Turn off researcher brain for one second. Researcher White: Rainbow Mothra. D-927491: Great. Just great. Why is it coming after us? Researcher White: I’m pretty sure it came from the twine. Maybe the ball wasn’t an attraction at all. Some kind of egg? D-927491: But why us? The researchers were the ones poking it with sticks! Researcher White: Maybe we have something it wants. D-927491: We were in the building for three seconds! I didn’t take anything, did you? Researcher White: Well… D-927491: You better not. Researcher White: I didn’t want this whole thing to be a waste. D-927491: How did you even manage that? Researcher White: You know the phrase “exit through the gift shop”? The entity lands on SCP-6324, denting the roof. D-927491: Whatever you took, you better give it back! Researcher White: We don’t even really know what it’s after. D-927491: What did you take? Researcher White pulls a small crystalline ball out of his pocket. It appears to shimmer with many different colors. D-927491: Sure seems magic. Give it back. Researcher White: But it looks so cool. The entity starts to crack one of SCP-6324’s windows. D-927491: That thing’s leaving the car. You can choose whether or not you’re going with it. Researcher White: Fine. Researcher White throws the object out of SCP-6324, it proceeds to shatter on the road. D-927491: No. Researcher White: Well, it was nice knowing you. D-927491: Can’t say the same. The entity screeches and lands next to the shards, picks them up, and flies away. D-927491: Huh. Researcher White: Maybe it’s more interested in the material than the structure. D-927491: Or maybe it’s planning revenge. Researcher White: Either way, let’s go before it comes back. <End Log> + Incident Log-6324-4 - Close <Begin Log> Researcher White: The gas is getting pretty low. D-927491: You don’t say. Researcher White: Hey, I was just trying to help. D-927491: Fine. There’s a gas station up ahead. Researcher White: So the sign wasn’t lying! SCP-6324 pulls into the gas station. Researcher White: Wait, how are you planning on paying for the gas? You don’t have a wallet. D-927491 exits SCP-6324. Researcher White is preoccupied and doesn’t notice. Researcher White: You could have gotten me to pay for you, but I left my wallet in the break room, and I don’t think we’re getting it back anytime soon. Maybe you could go ask for money, but that probably won’t work, people around here look pretty stingy. I wonder if there’s some change in the cushions… Gunshots. Pause. D-927491 returns to SCP-6324 and starts pumping gasoline. Researcher White: Did you just… D-927491: Relax, they were warning shots. Researcher White: That doesn’t matter! You can’t just rob a gas station! D-927491: I needed money, so I got some. Researcher White: You just can’t, you shouldn’t… now the police are probably after us! D-927491: Eh, they take around ten minutes to show up. And guess what? Now we have gas. Researcher White: I don’t even know why I got in this car with you. D-927491: The gun. Researcher White: Oh right. D-927491: Look on the bright side. Researcher White: And that is? D-927491: I’m out of bullets. <End Log> + Incident Log-6324-5 - Close <Begin Log> D-927491: No. Researcher White: Pleeeeease! D-927491: No. Researcher White: I swear I’ll never ask for anything ever again. D-927491: That’s a lie and you know it. Researcher White: Okay, but I really want them. D-927491: We are not stopping for snacks! Researcher White: (Looking at fair stands by the side of the road) But it smells so good. D-927491: No. Researcher White: Abby, Abby, Abby. Listen to me. They have churros. D-927491: Don’t call me Abby. Researcher White: Okay Abigail. They still have churros. D-927491: Still don’t have money. Researcher White: That didn’t stop you earlier. D-927491: What? Researcher White: Just saying. D-927491: Are you telling me to rob someone? With an empty gun? In the middle of a street fair? For a churro? Researcher White: If you wouldn’t mind. D-927491: Sigh D-927491 stops SCP-6324 and exits, coming back two minutes later with two churros. D-927491: Stop sticking your head out the window. It’s attracting attention. Researcher White: Thank you! D-927491: (Eating one of the churros) And I’m never doing this again. Researcher White: Sure. A police siren is heard from behind SCP-6324. D-927491: Shit. Researcher White: Did someone see you? D-927491: Apparently. D-927491 starts to pull over SCP-6324. Researcher White: (Looking in the mirror) Wait, that’s not police. D-927491: Sure sounds like them. Researcher White: No, I recognize those guys. Those are two of our plants, don’t sto— D-927491 slams on the accelerator, pedestrians start jumping out of the way. Researcher White: Yeah, do that. D-927491: Still behind us? Researcher White: Yeah, they’re matching our speed. D-927491: Then we have to lose them another way. SCP-6324 takes a sharp right turn into an alleyway, only barely fitting through. Researcher White: Good news, I think we lost them. Bad news, this is a dead end! D-927491: And here I thought you were the smart one. SCP-6324 accelerates, driving onto a pile of trash bags in front of a dumpster. D-927491 shifts gears, and uses as a ramp for SCP-6324 to drive vertically up the back wall of the alley. Researcher White: How did you know that would work? D-927491: I was the number one test subject for this thing. I know a few tricks. For instance, gear shift’s basically magic. D-927491 shifts gears back and SCP-6324 goes around the corner of the roof and begins to drive on the top. D-927491: And we are approaching the edge of the roof. Researcher White: Well shift gears again. D-927491: This is a station wagon, do you think it can fly? Researcher White: I didn’t think it could ride up walls! D-927491: Fine, I’ll try it. D-927491 shifts gears. SCP-6324 falls off the edge of the roof. D-927491: And now we’re dying in second gear. Researcher White: No no no, I can’t die here. I haven’t done anything with my life. I’m just a second-rate, slacker researcher. And this is how I die. Plummeting from a building on some stupid car chase. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that no one will miss me… D-927491: Hey, you’re wrong about that. Researcher White: Really? D-927491: Yeah, you can totally die here. Researcher White: Now’s not the time for semantics! SCP-6324 abruptly stops falling. Researcher White: What’s going on? Researcher White and D-927491 both look out the windows to see a giant prismatic moth carrying SCP-6324. Researcher White: I guess I forgot rule number one of the Foundation. “Expect the unexpected”. D-927491: My friends taught me a different rule. Researcher White: What is it? D-927491: “Never trust magic bullshit”. The entity’s head splits open, revealing a large mouth. Acidic spittle drips onto SCP-6324. D-927491: And my rule has never been wrong. Researcher White: I don’t get it, why’s it trying to eat us? D-927491: You broke its marble, it’s probably mad. Researcher White: Oh, do you think “sorry” will cut it? D-927491: Might as well try. Researcher White: (Out window) Sorry! The entity does not seem to notice. Researcher White: Well that didn’t work. D-927491: You think? It’s okay, I’ve got a solution. (Pulls out gun) Researcher White: I thought that was out of bullets. D-927491: It is. (Throws the gun at the entity) The gun does not appear to injure the creature, but it does make it wince and drop SCP-6324 onto the road. Researcher White: Now drive! D-927491 slams the accelerator, swerving to avoid cars. Ahead is a barricade constructed by a combination of the Foundation and local law enforcement. Researcher White: Oh no, they’re ready for us. D-927491: Buckle up. D-927491 shifts gears. Upon hitting the barricade, SCP-6324’s front wheels tilt upwards and the whole vehicle leaves the ground. The officers stare at it in disbelief as it goes over their heads before landing on the ground. Researcher White: I guess this thing can fly. <End Log>4 + Incident Log-6324-6 - Close <Begin Log> Researcher White: Are we there yet? D-927491: What are you? Five? Researcher White: Nope, just bored. D-927491: Well fine, we’re almost there. Researcher White: Awesome! I can finally meet Spike! D-927491: (Starts to pull SCP-6324 into a driveway) Do not call him that. Researcher White: You have no power over me. D-927491 sighs and exits SCP-6324. A doorbell is heard. Pause. POI-740176 approaches SCP-6324. POI-740176: So you’re the runaways? Researcher White: We sure are, Spike! D-927491: His name is still Edward. POI-740176: Oh please, it’s Spike to my friends. Researcher White’s eyes go wide as he gasps. D-927491: Don’t lie to the guy, it’s too easy. POI-740176: Well, names aside, what happened to you, Abigail? I heard you got the chair. And what’s with this uniform you’re wearing? Researcher White: She could tell you, but she’d have to kill you. POI-740176: You’re joking, right? Researcher White: Yeah, we’re not the ones who’d kill you. POI-740176: Well, what’s another person after my life? D-927491: You’re a truck driver with a secret compartment, you’re not Han Solo. POI-740176: Well maybe I want to be, I like a little action. D-927491: There’s no talking you out of this, is there? POI-740176: You showed up out of nowhere in a beat up station wagon, wearing a prison jumpsuit, with a guy in a lab coat. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t ask what’s going on. D-927491: Fine, it’s a long story. How do I even explain it? Researcher White: Magic is real, I’m part of an elaborate conspiracy to cover it up, she got freed from death row to be a slave/test subject. Oh yeah, and the car’s magic. POI-740176: Okay okay, very funny. D-927491: No, he’s pretty much right. POI-740176: Wait, really? Silence as POI-740176 starts to realize. POI-740176: So, why are you here? D-927491: Well, you see, I escaped that group, and now we’re on the run. POI-740176: And you need me to hide you? D-927491: Yes. POI-740176: So how big is this conspiracy? D-927491: Global. Researcher White: Probably interplanetary. D-927491: Yeah, probably— (to Researcher White) Wait, interplanetary? Researcher White: Well, it’s not quite in my clearance level, but I’ve noticed a few things. POI-740176: I suddenly regret asking. D-927491: I tried to stop you. POI-740176: I don’t regret it that much. This sounds like a pretty cool adventure. Researcher White: Right? D-927491: Oh no, now there’s two of you. Researcher White: So, where do we start? POI-740176: Well first you’re going to need to change, because I assume those clothes are from this conspiracy organization? D-927491: Yep, and changing sounds good. This jumpsuit is about as comfortable as it looks. Researcher White: I like my lab coat. Do I really have to ditch it? POI-740176: Yes. Next, you said this car’s magic? Researcher White: Yep, we were testing it. So there’s still some equipment hooked up. D-927491: (Concerned) Equipment? Like what? Researcher White: Let’s see, I remember setting up cameras, microphones, a GPS tracker, and cup holders, probably a few other things too. Pause. D-927491: Wait, what? Researcher White: I know, right? What kind of a car doesn’t come with cup holders? D-927491: Not the cup holders! Why didn’t you tell me we were being tracked! Researcher White: You never asked. D-927491: So that’s how they found us? Researcher White: That, and we were followed by Rainbow Mothra. POI-740176: Rainbow Mothra? D-927491: Don’t ask. So where is this “equipment”? Researcher White: Oh, it’s right over here. (To POI-740176) So, Rainbow Mothra is my name for this big monster that was following us— <End Log> Addendum: SCP-6324 was recovered outside the house of POI-740176 (Edward “Spike” Summers). He, POI-740177 (Abigail Beckett), and POI-740178 (Franklin White) have yet to be found. A type two watch has been placed on them. They are not considered hazardous, but they pose a potential risk to the veil if left alone. Footnotes 1. Soon after Researcher White left the SCP-████ research outpost, a series of disciplinary investigations were carried out. Eventually resulting in the firing and replacement of many active researchers. 2. This is not to be taken as actual advice. 3. They notice. 4. The agents were unable to pursue SCP-6324 any farther due to the greater danger present. 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SCP-6325 | safe | Item#: 6325 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo The front cover of SCP-6325 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6325 is to be stored within climate-controlled containment locker 6325-A at Site-42. Portable items (smaller than 1 m3) affected by SCP-6325 should be stored in the adjacent lockers 6325-B through 6325-T. Live humanoids affected by SCP-6325 should be confined within containment cells 6325-1 through 6325-5. In the case of oversized, immobile, or structural items affected by SCP-6325, an opaque covering should be firmly secured over the affected area. Personnel are not to handle SCP-6325 outside of a supervised testing environment or preauthorized research session. Those handling SCP-6325 must take care not to touch any person or object beyond the parameters of the experiment. Testing on conscious humanoid personnel is currently suspended. Description: SCP-6325 is a small codex-style notebook, consisting of sheets of parchment bound within a wood and leather cover. From the exterior, the notebook appears to contain roughly one hundred sheets, but flipping through the pages reveals that they in fact number in the thousands, far more than the binding can physically contain. Written in calligraphic ink on each page are between two and five poems appearing in the language most comprehensible to the current reader(s). A title appears on the notebook's cover, written in the same hand as the poems and reading simply "APOPHORETA."1 The parchment dates to the 2nd century CE, while the cover seems to have been added later, c. 6th century CE. Despite its age, the notebook shows few signs of wear and tear, with the exception of occasional markings on the interior, and evidence that certain pages have been forcibly removed. Although follicular examination of the parchment indicates a standard sheepskin composition, biomolecular analysis does not conform to any known species of sheep. Whenever a person is in possession of SCP-6325 (i.e. holds it in their hands, a pocket, a bag, or similar enclosed space) any physical object or entity touched by that person is "inscribed" with a two- to five-line poem. "Inscription" takes the form most suited to the material being touched (e.g. fabric is embroidered, stone is carved, flesh is tattooed, etc.). The style of the poem can vary considerably, provided that it does not fall outside the apparent length limitation of two to five lines. As soon as a poem is inscribed by SCP-6325, the same poem simultaneously appears in the next available space in the notebook, written in the same hand as the prior poems. Should no space be available, a new blank page will appear in order to accommodate the new poem. Most of the poems are written in an irreverent tone seemingly designed to elicit an amused reaction from the reader. Poems inscribed on inanimate objects generally describe some characteristic of the object itself. Poems inscribed on living organisms are invariably written as if to insult or embarrass the organism. See below for specific examples. A secondary anomalous property of SCP-6325 manifests immediately following the inscription process on any sentient organism. Upon being inscribed, the organism is afflicted with an intensely violent hostility toward the person holding the notebook, and will focus exclusively on attacking and killing that person. The subject expresses no rational thought during this period of rage, and in humans, neurological scans confirm a sudden and sustained spike of activity in the hypothalamus and amygdala at the precise moment that the inscription of the poem ceases. The enraged subject can be subdued by normal means, but the anger will not subside until either the subject or the notebook's owner is dead. It is important to note that this property of SCP-6325 affects humans and animals alike, and that the subject need not read or comprehend the inscribed poem prior to experiencing the adverse effects. Discovery: SCP-6325 was recovered from the mansion of Mr. ██████ █████, a reclusive steel tycoon living on the outskirts of █████, █████. Local police responded to the report of a ███ delivery driver who had turned himself in and confessed to fatally shooting Mr. █████ for reasons he was unable to explain. The driver displayed a prominent tattoo across his forehead, reading as follows: This man brings gifts to all, like Santa Claus! But he can't send himself a smaller schnozz.2 Upon arriving at the residence, responding officers found the body of Mr. █████ lying in a pool of blood and bearing a single gunshot wound to the head.3 The officers' preliminary investigation of the home quickly revealed that nearly every visible object and surface had been marked with several lines of poetry. The unusual nature of this crime scene attracted the attention of an embedded Foundation agent at the █████ police department. Additional Foundation agents swiftly secured the residence and took control of the investigation. During the process of cataloguing the items in the residence, Agent ██████ came across SCP-6325 underneath a sofa a short distance from Mr. █████'s corpse. Upon reaching under the sofa and making contact with the artifact, Agent ██████ was startled to realize that every article of clothing and piece of equipment on his person was simultaneously inscribed with a poem of similar composition to the others in the residence. SCP-6325 was consequently brought into Foundation custody at Site-42, along with Mr. █████'s body and all movable inscribed objects. The mansion itself was demolished under the pretense of being unsafe for human habitation. The tattooed delivery driver was treated with class-B amnestics and released under Standard Cover Story 64 ("Drunken Bet Gone Too Far"). Any police officers with knowledge of the incident were likewise administered class-A amnestics. Exemplary Log 6325-01: The following log presents examples of poems found within SCP-6325 dating prior to its containment. The poems are numbered according to the order in which they appear in the notebook. Dates provided have been inferred based on the content, placement order, and context of the poems. Due to the prolific nature of SCP-6325's anomalous effect, a full catalog of these poems would require excessive resources to replicate. Personnel with written permission from two (2) Level 4 researchers may consult SCP-6325 directly, with the understanding that any items on their person (clothing, jewelry, glasses, etc.) will be subject to inscription and subsequent confiscation. Entry No. Date Probable Item Inscribed Poem 00001 c. 150 CE n/a My gift to you: this empty tome, a blank slate for your Muse, / An endless source of inspiration, wondrous to peruse. / An olive branch, a call for peace, a turning of the cheek. / With just a touch, you will soon find the vision that you seek. 00015 c. 150 CE human, female, married I tend the house, I weave my wool — wifely duty's never done… / Until my husband is asleep — then to my lover's house I run. 00017 c. 150 CE knife This bard had a storybook life, / A victim of marital strife. / They went for a screw, / She got a tattoo, / His throat met this beautiful knife. 00108 c. 175 CE crucifix? My owner found religion, but has he saved his soul? / It’s not for me to judge, although he's still a real asshole. 01245 c. 300 CE chamber pot My job is hard, there is no doubting this; / Still, there are worse ways to live life. / I may collect your foul shit and piss, / But hey, at least I'm not your wife. 03651 c. 450 CE crossbeam or wall I support this house and shelter those who dwell within; / If I were to shirk my duty, then the roof comes crashing down. / Meanwhile this family’s head is broke, much to their chagrin. / Instead he goes out drinking and lays waste to the whole town. 05002 c. 600 CE apron Det tunicam locuples: ego te praecingere possum. / Essem si locuples, munus utrumque darem.4 11775 c. 1000 CE horse or equestrian equipment I roam through hill and vale, through mud and grass, / Freely, but met with you, there's an impasse: / I can't tell who's the horse and who's the ass. 15989 c. 1200 CE farmer, male Digging in the soil, yet his crops have all failed, / Unaware, fool, that the drought has prevailed. / Moronic indeed, with a case of the crazies — / But he'll get the point when he's pushing up daisies. 23760 c. 1525 CE handheld fan, sweat-rag, vel sim. I have my work cut out for me — take one look at this guy. / His sweat is made of gravy — sir, lay off the mincemeat pie!5 30013 c. 1775 CE bayonet Cold steel, piercing tip / In battle, thrown to the ground / As you run away 42399 1937 [REDACTED] Sailing ships belong in water — leave the sky for birds. / Take a flight across the sea? Ha! Just empty words.6 48762 c. 1955 CE monochrome television This magic box brings moving pictures to your living room; / Have a seat and watch Lucy — your time it will consume. / Not interested? Turn the dial; it offers no resistance. / Change the station, go ahead, keep wasting your existence. 55416 ██/██/20██ Agent ██████'s two-way radio Agent ██████ to headquarters — come in, do you copy? / I didn't look and grabbed this book — I think I'm getting sloppy. Experimentation Log 6325-01: The following log provides examples of poems inscribed by SCP-6325 under a controlled testing environment while in Foundation custody. Tests were conducted by Head Researcher ████████, who placed SCP-6325 in the front pocket of her lab coat and laid a hand or finger on specific items (both inanimate and living) brought into the testing chamber by her assistants. The resulting poems were recorded, along with any further anomalous effects on the target. Test No. Item Inscribed Poem Secondary Effects Notes 6325-01 Solid aluminum cube, 15 cm3 What rhymes with aluminum? I do not know. / I'll solve this conundrum with a portmanteau. / I hereby declare this object an "alube." / There, problem solved — now stick it up your test tube. None. 6325-02 Solid aluminum cube, 15 mm3 I know what you're doing: the alube's getting smaller — / Do you call yourself an anomaly scholar? / I'm sorry to tell you (your mood will be spoiled), / If it shrinks any more — "Test Result: Foiled." None. The engraved letters are barely visible to the naked eye. 6325-03 Aluminum fragment, 15 μm3 No poem inscribed. None. It seems that microscopic objects are unaffected by SCP-6325. 6325-06 Apple from Site-42 cafeteria The best recipe / Site-42's chef can make / Is this red apple. None. Consumption of the apple had no anomalous effects. 6325-08 Domesticated cat (Felis catus) You hiss, you scratch, you barf hairballs, you lay there like a log. / It's no surprise at all your owners wish they got a dog. Upon inscription, the cat immediately became aggressive and leapt at Dr. ████████, who suffered minor scratching and biting injuries before the cat was terminated by security personnel. Henceforth all living subjects are to be restrained prior to testing. 6325-09 Domesticated cat (Felis catus), caged Despite all my rage, / I am still just a cat in a cage.7 Upon inscription, the cat repeatedly threw itself against the cage door in an apparent effort to attack Dr. ████████. This ramming behavior continued for two hours, until the cat expired due to self-inflicted injuries. 6325-12 D-12987 You did your job with great aplomb, embalmed every fatality; / You stitched their wounds and prettied up the victims of brutality; / Your work was always done on time, renowned for punctuality; / Of course compared to you, cadavers have more personality. Upon inscription, the subject immediately tried to attack Dr. ████████, but was inhibited by her restraints. She proceeded to struggle against the restraints and scream incoherently for more than six hours before collapsing due to exhaustion. D-12987 was a mortician prior to her incarceration. 6325-16 D-9831 How big is this man's ego? He's not known to be discreet. / Indeed, there's nothing small about him — well, nothing but his… feet. Displayed similar aggression to prior human subjects. D-9831 possesses an obvious facial deformity. Notably, SCP-6325 did not focus its insult on the deformity. Further research on how the artifact "selects" the topics of its poems may prove informative. 6325-19 D-2783 This man's abs have more abs underneath! / It's such a shame he only has three teeth. See Incident Report 6325-38-B. D-2783 was a professional bodybuilder prior to his incarceration. Incident 6325-38-B: On ██/██/20██, Dr. ████████ conducted an SCP-6325 testing session with D-2783. Upon receiving his inscribed "tattoo" (see final entry in Experimentation Log 6325-01), D-2783 broke free of his restraints and violently lunged to attack Dr. ████████. In reaching for Dr. ████████'s coat, D-2783 managed to grab hold of the last page of SCP-6325 (where his own inscription had been copied) and tore it from its binding. Immediately upon separation of the page from SCP-6325, D-2783's head was torn cleanly from his shoulders by an unknown force. The removed page also contained three earlier poems, inscribed on Dr. ████████'s new cell phone (subsequently found in his pocket in two pieces, nonfunctional), a specimen of Ferocactus pottsii (found in a puddle of water in containment locker 6325-T, bisected lengthwise), and a live Rattus norvegicus domestica (found in its cage, fatally bisected). Research on conscious humanoids has been temporarily halted pending further investigation of this new anomalous property. Footnotes 1. A Latinized Greek word typically referring to small gifts "carried away" by guests from ancient dinner parties. The connection between the notebook's title and its anomalous effects remains unclear. 2. The driver's nose was 7.4 cm in length, larger than average for a man of his height and build. 3. The bullet, upon later extraction from the victim's parietal lobe, was found to be etched in minuscule lettering with the following poem: There once was a hermit from █████; This bullet was lodged in his brain. His stocks paid dividends, But he had so few friends, That no one would clean the bloodstain. 4. This poem, unlike the others in SCP-6325, appears only in Latin, regardless of the reader's native language. It is also a direct quotation from the Roman poet M. Valerius Martialis, who was writing about an apron in a collection known colloquially as the Apophoreta. Beyond the parallel topic and title, no additional explanation has been made for this phenomenon. 5. A sweetened dessert popular in Europe since antiquity. Early modern recipes call for such ingredients as mutton, cloves, dates, raisins, and prunes. 6. This poem was vigorously crossed out by an unknown hand. 7. It is unknown whether this is an accidental or intentional allusion to a 1995 song by The ████████ ████████. |
SCP-6326 | euclid | Raddagher More by this Author | Find Us Alive Hub Item #: SCP-6326 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6326 is currently located in Zone-6326, a cordoned off area of woodland near the town of Aider, Washington. Zone-6326 is known to the public as a wildlife reserve for an endangered species of mushroom and is to be monitored by surveillance equipment and daily patrol of the perimeter. SCP-6326's habitat is to be monitored for the presence of other animals, particularly fish, deer, elk, and moose, with populations of the aforementioned animals kept at normal levels as to be natural food sources for SCP-6326. Attempts by civilians of Aider to access the area are to be handled by local law enforcement. Online disinformation methods include obviously fraudulent reports of sightings, poorly edited photos claiming to depict SCP-6326, and pages debunking the existence of the anomaly. Residents of Aider are permitted to believe in the fictionalized version of SCP-6326 as a "cryptid." Agent Ira Watts is currently undercover in Aider in order to gather information from residents about SCP-6326. Description: SCP-6326 is a hexapedal mammal that resembles a combination of a human man and a grizzly bear. Colloquially known by locals as the "Manbear," SCP-6326 is often described as having a centaur-like build, with the upper torso, front legs and head of a bear attached to the shoulders of a white male human body. SCP-6326 moves primarily by crawling on its humanoid hands and feet, but has been observed running bipedally on occasion. It displays similar behavior to non-anomalous bears, subsisting on a diet of fish, scavenged or hunted game animals, and vegetation, and hibernates during winter months. Its humanoid body differs from a non-anomalous human in the following respects: thicker epidermis with higher resistance to extreme temperatures coarser body hair slightly larger body proportions denser bones thicker and harder fingernails denser muscle mass various differences in sizes of internal organs Despite its possession of a partially humanoid body, SCP-6326 displays a level of intelligence no higher than non-anomalous bears. While it uses its humanoid hands for hunting and other means of survival, SCP-6326 does not appear to have the capacity to make or use tools. SCP-6326 as illustrated by fan club member SCP-6326 regularly patrols a route considered to be the edge of its territory. Upon attempts to remove SCP-6326 from this area, SCP-6326 will vanish and reappear at a random location within the territory. It is noted that removal from the area is upsetting to SCP-6326, and upon reappearance it will become extremely aggressive. While aggravated, SCP-6326 has been observed punching and kicking objects with its humanoid limbs. History: SCP-6326 came to the attention of the Foundation after a photo of the anomaly began circulating throughout online cryptozoology forums. All occurrences of the photo were deleted, as were other pieces of credible evidence. The town of Aider, nearby SCP-6326's territory, has developed a deeply integrated local culture surrounding the anomaly, with themed businesses, clubs, public artwork and a small (but not insignificant) tourism industry. Considering the success of Foundation disinformation, very few residents or visitors of the town sincerely believe SCP-6326 exists, treating it instead as a local legend. Log taken from telephone call between Agent Ira Watts and Dr. Margaret Gaiser Close [Begin Log] Watts: Hey. Gaiser: Afternoon, Ira. How are you feeling? Watts: Fine. Somebody made a mistake with this paperwork. I got a briefing packet for an undercover job in some backwater cryptid fanclub. I think this was supposed to go to somebody else. Gaiser: SCP-6326? Watts: Yeah, the uh, "Manbear" thing. Gaiser: No, that's for you. Watts: What? Gaiser: That's your next assignment. We're glad to have you back. Watts: This can't be my assignment. I'm way overqualified for this. Gaiser: Maybe once you've had more time to heal, we can look into getting you something less slow. Watts: Look, I can do task force work fine with one arm. Gaiser: And one eye? Watts: Yeah! And one eye! I'm not going from Lambda-5 to this horseshit. Gaiser: Come on, kid. It's not that bad. Watts: Not that bad?! Have you seen the cover story they gave me? Who came up with this?! Gaiser: You're going to have to do it, Ira. Watts: This is fucking insulting. [End Log] Addendum 1: Undercover Operation Agent Watts has been embedded in Aider's largest "Manbear" social club in order to glean information about the origins of SCP-6326. Multiple club members1 are confirmed to have seen SCP-6326. The following log was taken during a bi-monthly club meeting and recorded via camcorder Close [Begin Log] PoI-6326-2: If everybody wants to have a seat, we- we- we'll get the meeting started. It- it- it's a special meeting today, because we have a new member in our ranks! [Agent Watts can be heard groaning] PoI-6326-2: Why- why don't you stand up and introduce yourself? Watts: No. [Several seconds of silence] PoI-6326-2: Okay! If- Watts: Wait, wait, fine. Hi. I'm, uh, I'm Keaton Ramsey, and I'm… [Agent Watts speaks through clenched teeth] Watts: I'm here doing preliminary research for my… amateur art house documentary… that I am making… because I am a… film student. PoI-6326-2: Sounds very interesting! Everybody give- give him a round of applause! [Club members clap sporadically] PoI-6326-2: Now, we- we- we have some news to go over, [Majority of meeting consists of discussion of various false theories and fabricated sightings, extraneous information has been expunged for brevity] PoI-6326-2: Don't forget to- to- to talk to Keaton about your interview! Watts: I actually only need interviews from a couple of you- PoI-6326-2: Everybody gets to be in the movie! Watts: Okay. PoI-6326-2: Our next meeting will- will be on the 16th, and it's going to be- be a big one! Howard2 is going to be there, and he says he has some spicy new evidence! Watts: Uh, 'scuse me? PoI-6326-2: Keaton, question? Watts: Yeah. Is that guy in the picture Howard? PoI-6326-2: It- it sure is. Taken at our annual barbecue last year. Watts: And that's a wizard hat that he's wearing? PoI-6326-2: Yep! He practically never takes it off. Watts: Awesome. Cool. Great. [End Log] From: i.watts@scipnet To: m.gaiser@scipnet Subject: Transfer from SCP-6326 Dr. Gaiser, I am requesting an assignment transfer. I do not believe that I am an appropriate fit for this assignment. My skillset does not align with the responsibilities required of me here, and I strongly feel that this anomaly would be better served by someone with more experience with civilians. Thank you for your consideration. Agent Ira Watts Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 From: m.gaiser@scipnet To: i.watts@scipnet Subject: RE: Transfer from SCP-6326 Ira, Your request is denied. Due to the nature of your injury and how you acquired it, you are not cleared for advanced threat missions for at least several years. I understand your frustration, but this is the closest thing to field work I could get for you. Unless you want a desk job, you're stuck with the Manbear. - Dr. Margaret Gaiser From: i.watts@scipnet To: m.gaiser@scipnet Subject: RE: RE: Transfer from SCP-6326 fuck you and i hate this Addendum 2: Interviews Interview: PoI-6326-4 Close Name: Carol Vaughan Age: 42 Notes: Saw SCP-6326 while in the area painting a watercolor landscape. Sketched SCP-6326 in a small notebook. Sighting verified as true. [Begin Log] Watts: So you drew the Manbear? PoI-6326-4: Yes! I've drawn lots of pictures of the Manbear, it sticks in your mind. But the first time, I was out painting, and it wandered into my field of view. It's really a majestic thing. Have you seen it? Watts: Nope. Do you have a copy of that drawing? PoI-6326-4: I have a picture of it on my phone. But the original is in a frame down at Cherry's!3 They bought it off me for $50. Watts: Can I see the picture? PoI-6326-4: Of course! Let me find it. Watts: And you're positive that you saw the real thing? How do you know it wasn't just a regular bear? PoI-6326-4: Oh, it had human anatomy. Of a man. I made sure to capture that in the drawing. Watts: OH my god, yes you did. PoI-6326-4: Yeah, it makes some folks uncomfy, but accuracy is very important to me. Watts: You know what? I know a lot of people who also really love accuracy, let me get a closer shot of that. [End Log] Interview: PoI-6326-3 Close Name: Shanie Meyer-White Age: 19 Notes: Documented the aftermath of SCP-6326's aggression following its removal and reappearance in its area. Took multiple photos of damage to trees and shrubs, humanoid handprints, fingernail scratches, and bear paw prints. All photos were later destroyed by Foundation cybersecurity personnel. [Begin Log] Watts: Tell me about your experience with the Manbear. PoI-6326-3: I didn't see it. But I got a shitton of pictures of its tracks. It went berserk and shredded a bunch of trees for some reason. Watts: Those must be some wild pictures. PoI-6326-3: Don't have 'em anymore. Hard drive crashed out of nowhere. Wiped out the whole thing. Mysteriously. Right after I started talking about them. Watts: That sucks. PoI-6326-3: I'm like, 99% sure there's some kinda Men In Black shit going on. Watts: Wow, that would be so crazy. [End Log] Interview: PoI-6326-2 Close Name: Hunter Smith Age: 31 Notes: Club president. Saw SCP-6326 while walking his dog. Sighting verified as true, dog reacts aggressively to images of bears. [Begin Log] PoI-6326-2: You- you know, I'm just so happy you decided to- to- to make your movie about us. It's a real honor. Watts: Sure. Yeah. So, you saw the Manbear, right? PoI-6326-2: Yep! Watts: …And? PoI-6326-2: I saw it. Watts: Nothing else to say about it? PoI-6326-2: Well, now Cooper is afraid of bears. Watts: Aren't dogs normally pretty afraid of bears? PoI-6326-2: Yeah, but he's also afraid of naked men now, too. [End Log] Interview: PoI-6326-1 – hide block Name: Howard Berlentanshen Age: 86 Notes: PoI-6326-1 spent several years taking regular camping trips in the area surrounding SCP-6326's territory in attempt to gather more evidence of its existence. All gathered print casts, drawings and fur samples have been successfully branded as hoaxes by Foundation disinformation efforts. Several samples have been destroyed or vandalized as well. [Begin Log] Watts: I gotta know what the hat is for. PoI-6326-1: It's to remind myself of my roots! That everybody thinks I'm a crazy man! I might as well look the part. Watts: And a tinfoil hat wasn't doing it for you? PoI-6326-1: It irritated my scalp. Watts: Of course it did. PoI-6326-1: I was the biggest Manbologist of them all, until they found those mushrooms. But I love a good mushroom, so I'll stay away if it helps our Mother Earth. Watts: Back up, did you say "Manbologist?" PoI-6326-1: Manbology, study of the Manbear. Watts: Right. And you found all kinds of footprints and hand prints and stuff? PoI-6326-1: All kinds. All kinds. Watts: How do you know it wasn't just a hoax? Kids going out to the woods to plant tracks and trick people? PoI-6326-1: Because the world is weirder than that, young Mr. Ramsey. Plenty of strange and magical things out there. If you know where to look! Watts: I'll take your word for it. PoI-6326-1: You'll learn when you're older! Watts: Yeah. I'm sure I will. PoI-6326-1: Are you going to the next meeting? I've got some real interesting stuff to show! Watts: What kind of stuff? PoI-6326-1: Let's just say my granddaughter figured out how to get pictures off my camera telephone. Watts: Interesting. [End Log] Interviews with other club members Close Watts: Did you say it was inside your house? Member A: Yes. It was eating my trash. With its little human hands. Watts: Did it look anything like a raccoon? Member A: It can change its shape. Watts: …It can change its shape. Member B: And my psychic says that dreams can predict the future, so I pay attention and I write it all down. Last night, I had a dream that I was playing this video game, and the Manbear was there. He was in the video game. But also the video game was a game of my stepdad's house, and the Manbear was my stepdad. I haven't figured out what it means yet. Watts: I need to interview other people at some point. Member B: Anyway. The most important dream I had was actually a few months back- Watts: Ohh my god. Member C: And then it ran off into the woods. It was too big to be a regular bear. Watts: And it couldn't have been a moose? Member C: I dunno. Maybe. Okay, can I ask you a question now? Watts: Is it about my arm? Member C: No. Watts: Is it about my eye? [Member C does not respond] Watts: Because no you cannot. Member D: Like, don't you ever wonder if he's ripped? Watts: Are we still talking about the human bear hybrid monster in the woods? Member D: Yeah. He lives in the woods and hunts with his bare hands. Don't you think he'd be jacked? Watts: I guess? Member D: And they say he's bigger than normal people. Watts: Hoping this isn't going where I think it's going- Member D: What I'm saying is that I bet he's hung. Watts: I hate it here. Log taken from a video conference between Agent Watts and Dr. Gaiser [Begin Log] Gaiser: Nice to hear from you, Watts. Excited for that new intel, you sounded very enthusiastic over the phone. Watts: Oh, I'm very enthusiastic. [Several seconds of silence] Gaiser: What are you wearing? Watts: It's called merch, Gaiser. Look it up. Gaiser: Why are you wearing Manbear merch? Watts: Because I'm undercover. It's what Keaton Ramsey, documentary film student would do. I'm all in now. Number one Manbear fanboy, that's me. Gaiser: Oh. I see. You're being shitty on purpose. Watts: I don't know what you're talking about. Gaiser: What is that hat made out of? Watts: Papier mache, obviously. Gaiser: Okay. I'm ignoring all this. What did that PoI have? Anything interesting? Watts: It's all extremely interesting, if you're a real fan. Did you know it was once seen flying over Aider on Christmas Eve? Gaiser: Maybe you should come back when you're feeling less childish. Watts: I don't know what you're talking about. I'm being so sincere right now. I am taking my job very seriously. Do you see my hat? Only a serious man would be wearing all this. I have traversed splinter realities and fought subdimensional monsters with my bare hands, and this is essentially the same and not at all a waste of my abilities. Gaiser: Just tell me what you found out from the old man. Watts: He's got really hard evidence that the Manbear was sent to earth by aliens. A very grainy picture on a flip phone from 2005. Gaiser: Is it credible? Is it actually aliens? Watts: Totally. Why would I have any reason to doubt the world's leading Manbologist? See for yourself. Gaiser: This is clearly a picture of something being thrown out of a helicopter. Watts: Yeah, I know it's a fucking helicopter! Gaiser: Watts, you better cut the attitude or I'm gonna have to write you up for insubordination. Watts: You wouldn't. Gaiser: Only because I'm genuinely worried you might be having a mental break. [End Log] Addendum 3: Informational Leak The following log was taken from audio recorded by Agent Watts' lapel microphone, likely unknowingly. Close Begin Log PoI-6326-3: Hey. Hey, Keaton. Watts: What do you want? I'm going home. PoI-6326-3: You're not really a film student, are you? Watts: I'm totally a film student. PoI-6326-3: You don't look like one. Watts: And you look big for a 12-year-old. PoI-6326-3: I'm 19. Watts: Don't you have homework to do or something? PoI-6326-3: Are you a Man in Black? Watts: Are you asking me if I'm an alien hunter from the Will Smith movie? PoI-6326-3: You know what I mean. Watts: No, I'm not an alien hunter from the Will Smith movie. PoI-6326-3: What happened to your face? [Silence for several seconds] Watts: [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION EXPUNGED] [End Log] Note: Following breach of protocol, Agent Watts was reprimanded and suspended from duty for 3 weeks. PoI-6326-3 was administered amnestics and is no longer considered a security threat. From: m.gaiser@scipnet To: i.watts@scipnet Subject: You're Welcome Ira, Good news. I spoke with Commander Conley and he agreed not to have you fired. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that you're on thin ice. I pleaded mental instability following your injury, but that's not going to hold up forever so you had better be a MODEL of good behavior at your next position. You cannot pull something like this again. That being said, I have found a new assignment for you. You'll be getting the details in a couple days. And I better not hear you complaining. Beggars can't be choosers. I'm sure you want to know what we found out about that helicopter photo you found? It's pretty fascinating. - Dr. Margaret Gaiser From: i.watts@scipnet To: m.gaiser@scipnet Subject: RE: You're Welcome oh my god i literally dont even care about the fucking helicopter. please just tell me my next assignment isnt going to be bullshit or i actually will lose my mind From: m.gaiser@scipnet To: i.watts@scipnet Subject: RE: RE: You're Welcome Ira, How do you feel about working with children? - Dr. Margaret Gaiser From: i.watts@scipnet To: m.gaiser@scipnet Subject: RE: RE: RE: You're Welcome how do you feel about my 2 weeks notice Footnotes 1. Designated PoI-6326-1-4; Harold Berlentanshen, Hunter Smith, Shanie Meyer-White, Carol Vaughan 2. PoI-6326-1 3. Local gift shop ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6326" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6326. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6327 | safe | Forever here this door shall sit, ‖ A rift in reason and in rhyme; ‖ A pox on those who would commit ‖ A treason 'gainst the flow of time. SCP-6327 Byㅤ Lt Flops Published on 17 Jan 2022 06:57 SCP-6327 A Door Unstuck in Time Secure the Past. Contain the Present. Protect the Future. SCP-6327 A Door Unstuck in Time By Lt Flops Published on 17 Jan 2022 This article is part of the forthcoming Weaving Imperceptible Threads Continuity Hub. Other Works by Lt Flops! 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SCP-6327 is a nondescript wooden door bearing a poem inscribed on its surface: Forever here this door shall sit, A rift in reason and in rhyme; A pox on those who would commit A treason 'gainst the flow of time. An ink sample from the inscription corresponds with black Sharpie. The inscription is smudged in several places. On 17 January 2032, SCP-6327 was found installed in a hitherto unused service corridor in Temporal Site-01, Sub-Basement-09. A junior advisor to the newly formed Temp/EDDIES.Temporal Ebb, Disruption, Desynchronization, and Intensification Enquiries Syndicate (Temp/EDDIES) An independent office organized in the eventuality that significant convergent temporal paradoxes have inhibited Research and Containment Team Δt at some point in the past, present, or future. Such an event would signify they had become compromised at some point in the past, present, or future, thus were/are/will be incapable of protecting the Prime-Timeline on the Foundation's terms. — SCP-6327's discoverer — sent an immediate distress beacon to the chief Temporal Anomalies official, Director Dr. Ilse Reynders, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD. The lone security officer on-shift remarked at the time that, although the corridor itself does not have a camera, the stairwell to Sub-Basement-09 does. However, no persons or entities are recorded to have entered the Sub-Basement the week SCP-6327 appeared. This would imply it came into existence spontaneously. With no other explanation as to its appearance, this indicates an unregistered anomalous disturbance had occurred in the single most secure Foundation Site on the planet; demonstrable evidence that it has become compromised. After receiving the beacon, Director Reynders placed Temporal Site-01 under immediate spatiotemporal lockdown and ejected the site into extradimensional nullspace. This manoeuvre would have prevented any further anomalies from occurring. In the face of the sudden disappearance of Site-01, however, it left the Prime-Timeline susceptible to transtemporal threats. A fact-finding investigation into SCP-6327 henceforth occurred. The fact-finding investigation promptly met an impasse: The investigators, who were uninformed as to the nature of the anomaly, read SCP-6327's inscription and refused to proceed further, citing an OSHA breach. The junior advisor, who neglected to fill out a Special Containment Procedures file on the anomaly, was reprimanded for breach of Foundation protocol and placed under time-lock until further notice. [DUPLICATE INFORMATION EXPUNGED] After the successful documentation and containment of SCP-6327, all requisite paperwork — including an incident report — was completed, and forwarded to the on-site RAISA liaison. Director Reynders currently maintains complete control over the investigatory proceedings and will personally oversee experimentation. One week has now elapsed since the discovery of SCP-6327. An experimentation log, as recorded in real-time, is as follows. ACTION SCP-6327 is opened. OUTCOME SCP-6327 becomes ajar. A nondescript masonry wall sits behind it, offset into the finish face by approximately 20 cm. On the floor adjoining the wall is a single unidentifiable fruit in a state of advanced decay. A Post-it note is affixed between the fruit and SCP-6327. The note reads as follows. POTENTIAL MEMETIHAZARD DETECTED CLOSE Bureaucracy is the death of all sound work. ~ L.S. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6327" by Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6327. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Original poem by seisatsu, from the Fragments page. This article contains a quote from The World As I See It (1949) by Albert Einstein. Filename: Delta-t-transparent.png Name: RCT-Δt logo Author: HammerMaiden License: Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 3.0) Source Link: Temporal Site-01 (RCT-Δt Hub) |
SCP-6328 | keter | You guys might be three-dimensional, but you really know how to fight a war. by Kothardarastrix Item#: 6328 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for photos, videos, or eyewitness accounts of SCP-6328 events and remove the offending media. Covert listening posts are to be established at the locations of famous battles and of previous SCP-6328 events to monitor them for future incidents. When an SCP-6328 event takes place, Foundation forces are to mobilize to the location immediately and set up a perimeter around the affected area. Throughout the duration of the event, Foundation forces are to assist SCP-6328-1 instances in keeping civilians from interfering. Any photos or videos taken of SCP-6328 by civilians are to be confiscated and retained for further study. SCP-6328 has yet to manifest in any populated areas; if it should do so, the more strenuous procedures contained in Document 6328-1 are to be implemented. Description: SCP-6328 is a phenomenon characterized by the manifestation of invisible, intangible, humanoid entities (SCP-6328-1) at the locations of historical military engagements or nearby open areas of similar topography. These entities are accompanied by military hardware (including uniforms, weapons, artillery, vehicles, mounts, beasts of burden, and small structures) appropriate to the battle in question. SCP-6328-1 will spend a variable amount of time socializing and preparing for combat, then begin to reenact the events of the relevant historical battle. Once the reenactment is complete, all SCP-6328-1 instances and associated equipment demanifest. SCP-6328 events happen once per year at unpredictable intervals, typically on the anniversary of the battle in question. SCP-6328-1 instances communicate with each other in the language and dialect appropriate to the time and place of the battle they are reenacting, and use historically accurate equipment. Their equipment and all accompanying paraphernalia, though visible, are slightly transparent and incapable of physically interacting with non-SCP-6328 objects. It is not known if SCP-6328-1 can perceive other beings. See Addenda. SCP-6328 generates an antimemetic effect that prevents observers not already aware of SCP-6328's nature from recognizing it is as an unusual occurrence or noticing that SCP-6328-1 are not humans. It is presumably this property of SCP-6328 that prevented it from becoming known to the public or the Foundation prior to 2011. Images and recordings of SCP-6328 do not retain this property, however, and the increasing proliferation of smartphones has made the intentional or accidental capture of such more common. Current containment procedures were therefore instituted as an additional precaution, should SCP-6328's own properties prove insufficient to conceal it in the future. Addendum 6328-1: Summary of notable SCP-6328 events since containment. Scattered photographic evidence indicates that at least ██ additional incidents may have occurred in the past, possibly beginning as early as 1874, but these cannot be verified. Location Date Battle Reenacted Notes Prince William County, Virginia, United States August 29-30, 2011 Second Battle of Bull Run/Manassas First occurrence of SCP-6328 discovered by Foundation, when a civilian posted a "selfie" on social media with two SCP-6328-1 instances visible in the background. Images were removed and a cover story claiming the images were digitally altered was disseminated. Megiddo, Israel April 16th, 2012 Battle of Megiddo (1457 BCE) SCP status confirmed, containment procedures instituted. Largest known SCP-6328 manifestation. Rorke's Drift, South Africa January 22-23, 2018 Battle of Rorke's Drift A commercial jet liner flew overhead during the battle, and several SCP-6328-1 instances were observed glancing up at it. First indication of SCP-6328-1 sentience, plans to make contact formulated. unknown 2019 unknown The 2019 manifestation, if it occurred at all, presumably took place at the unmonitored location of a less significant conflict or one not appearing in the historical record. East Sussex, United Kingdom October 14th, 2020 Battle of Hastings Communication with SCP-6328-1 attempted. See Addendum 6328-2. Near Kingsport, Tennessee September 7th, 2021 unknown; see Addendum 6328-3 See Addendum 6328-3. Addendum 6328-2: Attempted communication with SCP-6328-1. D-4001, communicating via earpiece with Dr. V█████, attempted to contact a pair of SCP-6328-1 instances scouting ahead of the "English army". <begin log> D-4001: Whoa! Are those ghosts? Dr. V█████: We're not sure. Please approach them and attempt to make contact. D-4001: [walking towards SCP-6328-1 instances and waving arms] Hey! [SCP-6328-1 halt and turn to look at D-4001.] SCP-6328-1-A: [in modern English] Hey, get off the field!1 SCP-6328-1-B: You're in the way! D-4001: Uh, the way of what? SCP-6328-1-A: The Battle of Hastings, what else? Now move it, we're scouting! Dr. V█████: Leave the area. D-4001: Don't have to tell me twice. Sorry guys! [SCP-6328-1 continue riding.] <end log> Once it was confirmed that interruption of the SCP-6328 event would not cause demanifestation or immediate hostility, D-4001 was dispatched to an encampment of "English" SCP-6328-1 instances. It was still a few minutes before combat was expected to begin. <begin log> [Six SCP-6328-1 instances are gathered around a fire2 conversing idly in Old Norman.] D-4001: Hey! [The instances notice D-4001.] SCP-6328-1-C: [in modern English] What? D-4001: Do you guys mind if I, uh, interview you? SCP-6328-1-C: What, for like a newspaper or something? D-6328: Uh, yeah. SCP-6328-1-C: [turning to another instance] How much time we got? [second instance shrugs] SCP-6328-1-C: Sure, why not? Take a seat. [instance gestures to a nearby crate] D-4001: Um. That's intangible, isn't it? SCP-6328-1-C: Oh, right. Sorry. D-4001: That's okay, I'll stand. Dr. V█████: Ask them what they're doing here. D-4001: So, uh, what are you guys doing here? SCP-6328-1-C: Reenacting the Battle of Hastings, obviously. D-4001: Right. Dr. V█████: Ask them why. D-4001: Uh, why? SCP-6328-1-C: [shrugs] Cuz it's fun? You guys might be three-dimensional, but you really know how to fight a war. Dr. V█████: Ask them if… D-4001: Does that mean you're not three-dimensional? SCP-6328-1-C: Not usually. We are right now, though, obviously. D-4001: Obviously. [The SCP-6328-1s laugh, and D-4001 hesitantly joins in.] Dr. V█████: See where they're from. D-4001: So I guess you're not from around here, then? SCP-6328-1-C: Ha! Definitely not. We just come here for the reenactments. Can't really do it back home, since we don't have this stuff. [SCP-6328-1-C points at the ground.] D-4001: …ground? SCP-6328-1-C: Matter. D-4001: Oh. SCP-6328-1-C: Say, speaking of matter, can I ask you a question? D-4001: Um, sure. SCP-6328-1-C: How do you guys reconstitute yourselves? D-4001: What? SCP-6328-1-C: Y'know, how do you put everybody back together after the battle? It's easy for us, but you guys are made of atoms. How do you do it? Dr. V█████: Do NOT tell them! D-4001: Uh. Well…I'm not a doctor, so I don't really know the…specifics. SCP-6328-1-C: Oh, okay. [A bugle sounds in the distance, and the present SCP-6328-1 instances stand up.] SCP-6328-1-C: Oop, that's my cue. Later, guy. Dr. V█████: Wait, see if you can get them to stay! D-4001: You sure you can't stick around for a- SCP-6328-1-C: Nope, sorry. [The instance looks over its shoulder at its compatriots, who have already armed themselves and begun moving away.] I'd love to, but these guys are real serious about the immersion. I'll get my [unintelligible] chewed if I don't show up on time. Dr. V█████: That's okay, Dee, let him go. D-4001: Oh, sorry. Uh, you guys have fun. SCP-6328-1-C: Thanks, dawg. [Instance tips its hat to D-4001, then goes to join the others.] <end log> SCP-6328-1 instances proceeded to reenact the Battle of Hastings. Attempts to communicate with SCP-6328-1 during the battle were ignored or met with annoyance. SCP-6328 demanifested as normal at the battle's conclusion. Addendum 6328-3: Final occurrence. On September 7th, SCP-6328 manifested near Kingsport, Tennessee, at a location where no historical battle was known to have taken place. Webcrawlers identified the event through social media chatter and forces were dispatched to keep the event contained. Initial observations found that, while they resembled those of late 20th-century American military, the uniforms worn by SCP-6328-1 did not exactly match any known to have existed. SCP-6328-1 forces were also equipped with assorted anomalous weaponry and equipment not corresponding to any known conflict. Dr. V█████ arrived shortly before the battle began. No D-Class personnel were on hand at the time, so Dr. V█████ initiated contact himself. <begin log> [Dr. V█████ jogs up to the edge of an encampment. He is slightly out of breath.] Dr. V█████: Excuse me! SCP-6328-1-D: [looks up from what appears to be book of crossword puzzles] Huh? Dr. V█████: Hey! Uh, some of you talked to one of my…friends last year, at Hastings? SCP-6328-1-D: Oh yeah, I heard about that. The dude in the, whatchacallit, orange? Dr. V█████: Yeah, him. I was hoping I could talk to you guys some more, find out more about what you're doing? For the, uh, paper. SCP-6328-1-D: [looks around] Well, we're doin' the same thing as always. Dr. V█████: But what battle is this? I'm not aware of any that occurred here. SCP-6328-1-D: What are you talking about? This is the infamous battle of the Pinnacle, the turning point of the Second American Civil War, where the Regular Alliance Troupe defeated the US-Canada-North Korea-Mexico-Sealand-Bavaria alliance and cemented Franklin's independence! Dr. V█████: …what? SCP-6328-1-D: In '76, remember? Dr. V█████: Um, I don't think there was a civil war in 1976. SCP-6328-1-D: [places its hands on its hips] Oh, so I'm lying? Are you callin' me a liar? [A reconstruction of an enormous ambulatory plant vaguely resembling an elephant walks past.] Dr. V█████: I am 100% confident that nothing like that has ever fought in any war on this planet. [pause] Well, not on this continent. [pause] Recently. [Another instance hears the commotion and approaches.] SCP-6328-1-E: What's the problem over here? We're about to start. SCP-6328-1-D: This clown is tryin' to tell me there was no Second Civil War. SCP-6328-1-E: [looks at Dr. V█████] Oh shit. [SCP-6328-1-E turns toward another instance, seemingly the "commander" of its group, and produces an unknown sound, believed to be SCP-6328-1-F's name.3] SCP-6328-1-F: [looks up from the map it was studying] Huh? SCP-6328-1-E: You booked the wrong universe, you stupid idiot! SCP-6328-1-F: What? I did not! SCP-6328-1-E: Oh yeah? Then explain to me this guy's face. [points at Dr. V█████] SCP-6328-1-F: Oh shit. Dr. V█████: What? SCP-6328-1-E: That's what I said! How, when you were reserving this place, did you fail to notice these people's faces? Dr. V█████: What about our faces? SCP-6328-1-F: [shrugs] They all look the same to me. SCP-6328-1-E: Wow. SCP-6328-1-D: Racist. SCP-6328-1-F: [pointing to SCP-6328-1-D] Hey, you didn't notice it either! SCP-6328-1-E: [turns to Dr. V█████] I am so sorry about this. Next time we'll make sure somebody who can tell if people have faces or not does the planning. [shouting to the other instances] Alright people, let's go! [All SCP-6328-1 in the vicinity immediately demanifest, accompanied by their equipment. Dr. V█████ watches in dismay as word spreads through the encampment, which fully demanifests in a matter of seconds, rapidly followed by the enemy encampment on the other side of the battlefield.] Dr. V█████: Tell if what?! <end log> This is the last recorded manifestation to date. Footnotes 1. Dr. V█████ and D-4001 each reported that the instance's voice was identical to his own. Further examination of the recording has determined that this is the case for every listener. 2. Which was also part of SCP-6328, and therefore transparent and not generating any detectable heat. 3. Though research is ongoing, this sound has thus far proven impossible to accurately transcribe, as individual human listeners describe it differently. 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SCP-6328 | uncontained | You guys might be three-dimensional, but you really know how to fight a war. by Kothardarastrix Item#: 6328 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor the internet for photos, videos, or eyewitness accounts of SCP-6328 events and remove the offending media. Covert listening posts are to be established at the locations of famous battles and of previous SCP-6328 events to monitor them for future incidents. When an SCP-6328 event takes place, Foundation forces are to mobilize to the location immediately and set up a perimeter around the affected area. Throughout the duration of the event, Foundation forces are to assist SCP-6328-1 instances in keeping civilians from interfering. Any photos or videos taken of SCP-6328 by civilians are to be confiscated and retained for further study. SCP-6328 has yet to manifest in any populated areas; if it should do so, the more strenuous procedures contained in Document 6328-1 are to be implemented. Description: SCP-6328 is a phenomenon characterized by the manifestation of invisible, intangible, humanoid entities (SCP-6328-1) at the locations of historical military engagements or nearby open areas of similar topography. These entities are accompanied by military hardware (including uniforms, weapons, artillery, vehicles, mounts, beasts of burden, and small structures) appropriate to the battle in question. SCP-6328-1 will spend a variable amount of time socializing and preparing for combat, then begin to reenact the events of the relevant historical battle. Once the reenactment is complete, all SCP-6328-1 instances and associated equipment demanifest. SCP-6328 events happen once per year at unpredictable intervals, typically on the anniversary of the battle in question. SCP-6328-1 instances communicate with each other in the language and dialect appropriate to the time and place of the battle they are reenacting, and use historically accurate equipment. Their equipment and all accompanying paraphernalia, though visible, are slightly transparent and incapable of physically interacting with non-SCP-6328 objects. It is not known if SCP-6328-1 can perceive other beings. See Addenda. SCP-6328 generates an antimemetic effect that prevents observers not already aware of SCP-6328's nature from recognizing it is as an unusual occurrence or noticing that SCP-6328-1 are not humans. It is presumably this property of SCP-6328 that prevented it from becoming known to the public or the Foundation prior to 2011. Images and recordings of SCP-6328 do not retain this property, however, and the increasing proliferation of smartphones has made the intentional or accidental capture of such more common. Current containment procedures were therefore instituted as an additional precaution, should SCP-6328's own properties prove insufficient to conceal it in the future. Addendum 6328-1: Summary of notable SCP-6328 events since containment. Scattered photographic evidence indicates that at least ██ additional incidents may have occurred in the past, possibly beginning as early as 1874, but these cannot be verified. Location Date Battle Reenacted Notes Prince William County, Virginia, United States August 29-30, 2011 Second Battle of Bull Run/Manassas First occurrence of SCP-6328 discovered by Foundation, when a civilian posted a "selfie" on social media with two SCP-6328-1 instances visible in the background. Images were removed and a cover story claiming the images were digitally altered was disseminated. Megiddo, Israel April 16th, 2012 Battle of Megiddo (1457 BCE) SCP status confirmed, containment procedures instituted. Largest known SCP-6328 manifestation. Rorke's Drift, South Africa January 22-23, 2018 Battle of Rorke's Drift A commercial jet liner flew overhead during the battle, and several SCP-6328-1 instances were observed glancing up at it. First indication of SCP-6328-1 sentience, plans to make contact formulated. unknown 2019 unknown The 2019 manifestation, if it occurred at all, presumably took place at the unmonitored location of a less significant conflict or one not appearing in the historical record. East Sussex, United Kingdom October 14th, 2020 Battle of Hastings Communication with SCP-6328-1 attempted. See Addendum 6328-2. Near Kingsport, Tennessee September 7th, 2021 unknown; see Addendum 6328-3 See Addendum 6328-3. Addendum 6328-2: Attempted communication with SCP-6328-1. D-4001, communicating via earpiece with Dr. V█████, attempted to contact a pair of SCP-6328-1 instances scouting ahead of the "English army". <begin log> D-4001: Whoa! Are those ghosts? Dr. V█████: We're not sure. Please approach them and attempt to make contact. D-4001: [walking towards SCP-6328-1 instances and waving arms] Hey! [SCP-6328-1 halt and turn to look at D-4001.] SCP-6328-1-A: [in modern English] Hey, get off the field!1 SCP-6328-1-B: You're in the way! D-4001: Uh, the way of what? SCP-6328-1-A: The Battle of Hastings, what else? Now move it, we're scouting! Dr. V█████: Leave the area. D-4001: Don't have to tell me twice. Sorry guys! [SCP-6328-1 continue riding.] <end log> Once it was confirmed that interruption of the SCP-6328 event would not cause demanifestation or immediate hostility, D-4001 was dispatched to an encampment of "English" SCP-6328-1 instances. It was still a few minutes before combat was expected to begin. <begin log> [Six SCP-6328-1 instances are gathered around a fire2 conversing idly in Old Norman.] D-4001: Hey! [The instances notice D-4001.] SCP-6328-1-C: [in modern English] What? D-4001: Do you guys mind if I, uh, interview you? SCP-6328-1-C: What, for like a newspaper or something? D-6328: Uh, yeah. SCP-6328-1-C: [turning to another instance] How much time we got? [second instance shrugs] SCP-6328-1-C: Sure, why not? Take a seat. [instance gestures to a nearby crate] D-4001: Um. That's intangible, isn't it? SCP-6328-1-C: Oh, right. Sorry. D-4001: That's okay, I'll stand. Dr. V█████: Ask them what they're doing here. D-4001: So, uh, what are you guys doing here? SCP-6328-1-C: Reenacting the Battle of Hastings, obviously. D-4001: Right. Dr. V█████: Ask them why. D-4001: Uh, why? SCP-6328-1-C: [shrugs] Cuz it's fun? You guys might be three-dimensional, but you really know how to fight a war. Dr. V█████: Ask them if… D-4001: Does that mean you're not three-dimensional? SCP-6328-1-C: Not usually. We are right now, though, obviously. D-4001: Obviously. [The SCP-6328-1s laugh, and D-4001 hesitantly joins in.] Dr. V█████: See where they're from. D-4001: So I guess you're not from around here, then? SCP-6328-1-C: Ha! Definitely not. We just come here for the reenactments. Can't really do it back home, since we don't have this stuff. [SCP-6328-1-C points at the ground.] D-4001: …ground? SCP-6328-1-C: Matter. D-4001: Oh. SCP-6328-1-C: Say, speaking of matter, can I ask you a question? D-4001: Um, sure. SCP-6328-1-C: How do you guys reconstitute yourselves? D-4001: What? SCP-6328-1-C: Y'know, how do you put everybody back together after the battle? It's easy for us, but you guys are made of atoms. How do you do it? Dr. V█████: Do NOT tell them! D-4001: Uh. Well…I'm not a doctor, so I don't really know the…specifics. SCP-6328-1-C: Oh, okay. [A bugle sounds in the distance, and the present SCP-6328-1 instances stand up.] SCP-6328-1-C: Oop, that's my cue. Later, guy. Dr. V█████: Wait, see if you can get them to stay! D-4001: You sure you can't stick around for a- SCP-6328-1-C: Nope, sorry. [The instance looks over its shoulder at its compatriots, who have already armed themselves and begun moving away.] I'd love to, but these guys are real serious about the immersion. I'll get my [unintelligible] chewed if I don't show up on time. Dr. V█████: That's okay, Dee, let him go. D-4001: Oh, sorry. Uh, you guys have fun. SCP-6328-1-C: Thanks, dawg. [Instance tips its hat to D-4001, then goes to join the others.] <end log> SCP-6328-1 instances proceeded to reenact the Battle of Hastings. Attempts to communicate with SCP-6328-1 during the battle were ignored or met with annoyance. SCP-6328 demanifested as normal at the battle's conclusion. Addendum 6328-3: Final occurrence. On September 7th, SCP-6328 manifested near Kingsport, Tennessee, at a location where no historical battle was known to have taken place. Webcrawlers identified the event through social media chatter and forces were dispatched to keep the event contained. Initial observations found that, while they resembled those of late 20th-century American military, the uniforms worn by SCP-6328-1 did not exactly match any known to have existed. SCP-6328-1 forces were also equipped with assorted anomalous weaponry and equipment not corresponding to any known conflict. Dr. V█████ arrived shortly before the battle began. No D-Class personnel were on hand at the time, so Dr. V█████ initiated contact himself. <begin log> [Dr. V█████ jogs up to the edge of an encampment. He is slightly out of breath.] Dr. V█████: Excuse me! SCP-6328-1-D: [looks up from what appears to be book of crossword puzzles] Huh? Dr. V█████: Hey! Uh, some of you talked to one of my…friends last year, at Hastings? SCP-6328-1-D: Oh yeah, I heard about that. The dude in the, whatchacallit, orange? Dr. V█████: Yeah, him. I was hoping I could talk to you guys some more, find out more about what you're doing? For the, uh, paper. SCP-6328-1-D: [looks around] Well, we're doin' the same thing as always. Dr. V█████: But what battle is this? I'm not aware of any that occurred here. SCP-6328-1-D: What are you talking about? This is the infamous battle of the Pinnacle, the turning point of the Second American Civil War, where the Regular Alliance Troupe defeated the US-Canada-North Korea-Mexico-Sealand-Bavaria alliance and cemented Franklin's independence! Dr. V█████: …what? SCP-6328-1-D: In '76, remember? Dr. V█████: Um, I don't think there was a civil war in 1976. SCP-6328-1-D: [places its hands on its hips] Oh, so I'm lying? Are you callin' me a liar? [A reconstruction of an enormous ambulatory plant vaguely resembling an elephant walks past.] Dr. V█████: I am 100% confident that nothing like that has ever fought in any war on this planet. [pause] Well, not on this continent. [pause] Recently. [Another instance hears the commotion and approaches.] SCP-6328-1-E: What's the problem over here? We're about to start. SCP-6328-1-D: This clown is tryin' to tell me there was no Second Civil War. SCP-6328-1-E: [looks at Dr. V█████] Oh shit. [SCP-6328-1-E turns toward another instance, seemingly the "commander" of its group, and produces an unknown sound, believed to be SCP-6328-1-F's name.3] SCP-6328-1-F: [looks up from the map it was studying] Huh? SCP-6328-1-E: You booked the wrong universe, you stupid idiot! SCP-6328-1-F: What? I did not! SCP-6328-1-E: Oh yeah? Then explain to me this guy's face. [points at Dr. V█████] SCP-6328-1-F: Oh shit. Dr. V█████: What? SCP-6328-1-E: That's what I said! How, when you were reserving this place, did you fail to notice these people's faces? Dr. V█████: What about our faces? SCP-6328-1-F: [shrugs] They all look the same to me. SCP-6328-1-E: Wow. SCP-6328-1-D: Racist. SCP-6328-1-F: [pointing to SCP-6328-1-D] Hey, you didn't notice it either! SCP-6328-1-E: [turns to Dr. V█████] I am so sorry about this. Next time we'll make sure somebody who can tell if people have faces or not does the planning. [shouting to the other instances] Alright people, let's go! [All SCP-6328-1 in the vicinity immediately demanifest, accompanied by their equipment. Dr. V█████ watches in dismay as word spreads through the encampment, which fully demanifests in a matter of seconds, rapidly followed by the enemy encampment on the other side of the battlefield.] Dr. V█████: Tell if what?! <end log> This is the last recorded manifestation to date. Footnotes 1. Dr. V█████ and D-4001 each reported that the instance's voice was identical to his own. Further examination of the recording has determined that this is the case for every listener. 2. Which was also part of SCP-6328, and therefore transparent and not generating any detectable heat. 3. Though research is ongoing, this sound has thus far proven impossible to accurately transcribe, as individual human listeners describe it differently. 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SCP-6329 | euclid | Photograph of a tunnel close to the entrance of SCP-6329. Note the presence of lighting. Item #: SCP-6329 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its immobility, Site-6329 has been constructed around SCP-6329. The perimeter around SCP-6329 has been fenced off to prevent unauthorized access. All exploration and testing of SCP-6329 must receive approval from project supervisor Dr. Jack Cune. Site-6329 houses Task Force personnel prepared to exterminate potential threats emerging from SCP-6329, as well as personnel equipped for future exploration. In the event that SCP-6329-A instances emerge from the mound, they are to be forced to retreat back into the colony under the threat of firearms. Site-6329 houses a group of researchers (Termite Talkers) focused primarily on communication with instances of SCP-6329-A. The investigation is currently ongoing. Internal exploration of SCP-6329 is to be primarily conducted by drones. Description: SCP-6329 is a colossal termite mound located in █████████, Georgia spanning over 180 meters in height above ground and an unknown measurement below ground. Similar to a standard termite mound, the construction of the structure appears to be a mixture of soil and termite saliva. Contrary to a non-anomalous termite mound, however, the exterior is exceedingly durable and sturdy. All attempts at acquiring a sample of the exterior have resulted in failure. The structure appears to have several entrances located around the perimeter of the mound, all of which are on ground level. The entrances, which take the appearance of hollowed out, two-meter tall hallways, lead deeper into the interior of the termite mound with pathways that branch out to different sectors. As the paths lead deeper into the mound, the construction of the interior becomes more advanced, with concrete, brick, and steel walls slowly replacing the dirt walls. Laboratory analysis reveals that the material in these walls is not traditional concrete or metal, but rather an unknown type of material with near-identical properties. SCP-6329's interior appears to take the form of a massive modern office building, housing an unknown number of "floors" comprised of several different types of rooms ranging from open areas containing dozens of cubicles to break rooms. Some floors hold what appear to be hundreds of individual dormitory rooms, the interior of which all contain a large bed and bathroom. In the intersections of the dormitory floor hallways, what are presumed to be cafeterias and restaurants are spread over large food court areas. The interior of SCP-6329 includes advanced technological devices such as computers, phones, air conditioning systems, lighting, and the internet. The means by which these utilities function is unknown. SCP-6329 houses large termite-like creatures designated as SCP-6329-A. SCP-6329-A instances are capable of standing on their hind legs in a bipedal position at an average of 185 centimeters tall, but appear to prefer to traverse the colony while walking on all six legs. The entities are able to stand on their hind legs for an extended period of time. SCP-6329-A instances appear to be sapient; it is concluded that SCP-6329-A instances are not only capable of basic cognitive skills, but also have the intelligence level of adult humans (See Addendum 6329 1.3 Phone Call Transcript). Attempts at communication with 6329-A's have largely been ignored, and as such have been deemed failures. SCP-6329-A's tend to follow a specific "schedule". This schedule varies from termite to termite, but a majority tend to follow a certain pattern. This pattern has been described below: BETWEEN 6:00 AM - 7:00 AM: 6329-A will awaken and exit their dormitory chamber. In rare cases, 6329-A will not wake up until several hours after the intended time, indicating heightened levels of stress. BETWEEN 7 AM - 8:30 AM: 6329-A will usually enter a cafeteria area, trading an unknown amber-toned substance for plants, wood, or other cellulose items. Upon receiving their desired goods, 6329-A will sit down at a table in the food court and begin eating, typically near other instances of 6329-A. It is not uncommon for 6329-A to skip this portion of the schedule completely. BETWEEN 9:00 AM - 5:00 PM: In this portion of the schedule, the activity of 6329-A instances varies greatly. Individual instances appear to have distinct tasks such as construction and sanitation. However, a majority of 6329-A instances will spend this time in a cubicle. Attempts at observing 6329-A during their work have proven to be futile, as 6329-A instances will get defensive when near humans or recording devices. BETWEEN 5:00 PM - 11:00 PM: Activity of 6329-A instances is entirely unpredictable during this time. By 11:00 PM, every termite in the colony is inside of their dormitory room and is presumed to be asleep. There are certain exceptions to this rule, however, as there appear to be several groups of 6329-A that only work at night. Discovery: The earliest documented existence of SCP-6329 dates to December 1992, although whether or not it existed before this time is unknown. SCP-6329 was originally considered a generally unpopular tourist destination, nicknamed by locals "Skyscraper Rock". Further investigation and excavation of the base of the mound later resulted in the discovery of entrances and the existence of SCP-6329-A. This resulted in the immediate fencing off of SCP-6329, and the Foundation later intervened to control the perimeter of the area. The exploration of SCP-6329 has been discouraged through social media and rumors regarding the mound have been dismissed as urban legends. Addendum 1.1: SCP-6329 Incident On 2020/06/02, an armed Task Force was dispatched to explore the interior of SCP-6329. Two Task Force members, 6329-Delta and 6329-Phi, were separated from the main group after reporting an ambush by SCP-6329-A instances. Upon being separated, Phi and Delta retreated deeper into the mound and encountered several objects of interest, including papers identical to standard business cards (See Addendum 1.2: Items of Interest-6329). Phi and Delta left the mound without reconnecting with the other task force members. Both individuals were later reprimanded for fleeing alone. Addendum 1.2: Item of Interest-6329 IoU-6329-A refers to a collection of identical business cards retrieved by 6329-Delta and 6329-Phi from the interior of SCP-6329. The details imprinted on the card have been detailed below. CACHEX www.cachex.mite Brad Norton 455612 Tax Supervisor █████████, GA █████ Tel. 229-███-████ xbens███@cachex.mite Dr. Cune determined that, because .mite is not a valid top-level domain, both the website and email address were impossible to access. The phone number, however, was found to be functional (See Addendum 1.3: Phone Call Transcript). Addendum 1.3: Phone Call Transcript In a later test, Dr. Cune called the number imprinted on the card in an attempt to schedule an interview with the receiver. The log provided below describes the interaction. Access File Close <BEGIN LOG> Phone rings. DR. CUNE: Hello, is this Mr. Norton 4-5-5-6-1-2? VOICE: Yes, that is me, sir. Please, just use Mr. Norton. How may I help you? DR. CUNE: I was interested in where I can apply for a job at your company. Cachex, correct? VOICE: That is correct. I can transfer you to the customer service desk, if you'd like. DR. CUNE: That would be lovely. But before you do that, I just wanted to chat with you for just a moment. VOICE: Oh. If you were going to ask me about the stool incident, I don't know anything. I just help sell them. DR. CUNE: Stool? VOICE: A stool, y'know, as in the one you sit on. I'm really not supposed to be talking about this. I can transfer y- DR. CUNE: I see. So you sell chairs? VOICE: I don't, no. Well, we do. I'm sorry, I don't want to confuse you. I can transfer you to customer service now. DR. CUNE: Just, wait a second. So what exactly does your company, 'Cachex', do? VOICE: ….you don't know? I don't mean to sound, um, condescending, but we're pretty big. DR. CUNE: I do not. I just happen to have this business card with your information on it. VOICE: What? How? I don't think I've handed mine out at all. Um, you shouldn't have that. DR. CUNE: This isn't about the card. I just want to know what your company does. VOICE: Sir, we sell property and furniture. DR. CUNE: …I see. Interesting… VOICE: …is it? DR. CUNE: Say that I wanted to purchase some furniture. How would I go about doing that? VOICE: Well, you go to the website. Right now we only do remote delivery. You just sign into your account, add your desired items to your cart a- DR. CUNE: The site does not work. VOICE: Huh? DR. CUNE: It's not a valid domain name. It can't be accessed VOICE: Our servers aren't down right now. Are you sure you're connected? DR. CUNE: Connected? VOICE: Um, yeah. Do you have a solid connection? DR. CUNE: What do you mean by 'connected'? There is a brief pause. VOICE: Um, can you excuse me for a moment? DR. CUNE: Alright. A second voice can be heard on the other end. VOICE 2: I'm sorry sir, can you please state your name? DR. CUNE: My name is Edward Pitt. Who is this? VOICE 2: Okay, Mr. Pitt, do you mind telling us a bit about yourself? DR. CUNE: Why? VOICE 2: We just want to know a little bit about you. Will that be an issue for you? DR. CUNE: I suppose not. VOICE 2: Wonderful. I'd like to start by introducing myself. You can call me Jodi. DR. CUNE: Forgive me for being nosy, but what happened to Mr. Norton? VOICE 2: He has some important clients to talk to right now. I'm a customer service worker so he had you transferred to me. DR. CUNE: I see. VOICE 2: Alright, let's begin with an easy question. We are over the phone so I can't get an actual look at you. What are you? DR. CUNE: What am I? VOICE 2: Yes. DR. CUNE: I can't answer something that broad. VOICE 2: (laughs) I should have been more clear. What type are you? DR. CUNE: I'm sorry, I still don't know how to answer that. VOICE 2: If you were describe yourself, what would you say? Are you the kind of bug that prefers to work alone or in larger colonies? I guess it mainly comes down to your anatomy. I don't like to adhere to stereotypes but most drywoods tend to prefer corporate jobs. DR. CUNE: I'm sorry, Jodi. Forgive me for interrupting. I don't mean to sound rude, but what are you? VOICE 2: What am I? Well, if you want my answer, I'm a hard-working mother of seventy-three. But if you want the professional answer…I'm an eastern subterranean termite. DR. CUNE: Allow me to get this straight. You are a termite, and you can talk? VOICE 2: (laughs) Maybe a bit too much. DR. CUNE: You are also saying there are more than just termites inside the mound? VOICE 2: Mound? I assume you mean the building. DR. CUNE: Yes. VOICE 2: Well, of course. We need diggers, transporters, stingers, all sorts of duties. Us termites can't do everything. Now, I'm sorry Mr. Pitt, what did you say you were? DR. CUNE: I'm a human. Other end hangs up. <END LOG> Afterword: All further calls have gone directly to voicemail. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6329" by Nanec, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6329. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6330 | esoteric-class | close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to REDESERT and Jack Waltz for the critique. The image is my own. More by this author: SCP-5767 - A Wise Old Snail SCP-5745 - Prehistoric Rift SCP-5776 - 100% MOST DEFINITELY A KETER SCP-6044 - A ‘Helpful Forest, A Giant Sponge and a Lot of Axolotls SCP-6055 - Havsvågor Enjoy! :) Item#: 6330 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo A recovered SCP-6330-1 instance. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force N/A N/A N/A MTF Iota-12 ‘Lucid Dreamers’ Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-6330, physical containment is not currently possible. Funding should be supplied to companies encouraging the sale and purchase of baby monitor cameras, in an attempt to detect and witness SCP-6330 ‘Sleepwalker’ Events. Should reports of a Sleepwalker Event circulate, Mobile Task Force Iota-12 ‘Lucid Dreamers’ are tasked with investigation and suppression of public media circulation or news reports regarding SCP-6330. All civilians who view SCP-6330-1 or SCP-6330-2 instances are to be immediately administered Class-A amnestics. At any time, one (1) SCP-6330-1 should be held within a small item locker in the site nearest to its recovery (current study instance kept at Site-44). The instance should be examined weekly and any changes, reported to the nearest Level-3 researcher. SCP-6330-1 that are affected by Sleepwalker Events are to be left in the possession of the family they were discovered with, as no anomalous activity has ever been recorded following an Event.1 Families in possession of SCP-6330-1 should be monitored in case of further activity. Description: SCP-6330 is a phenomenon affecting stuffed animals worldwide, though is most common in teddy bears. Manifestation of this phenomenon is referred to as a Sleepwalker Event. Sleepwalker Events occur only within the households of families with young children, typically between the ages of 1 to 14. Events begin by the manifestation of entities referred to as SCP-6330-2. These creatures typically blend with shadows (though this mechanism is poorly understood) and somewhat resemble creatures associated with fantasy, such as dragons or ogres, and always manifest beneath a child’s bed. SCP-6330-2 instances depict behaviour indicating that they intend to hunt or prey upon the sleeping child. SCP-6330-1 are stuffed animals already present in a child’s room, that seem to be non-anomalous prior to SCP-6330-2 manifestations. SCP-6330-1 have been shown to instantaneously manifest small wooden medieval2 weaponry in order to combat SCP-6330-2, and assumably to protect the child. Battles have been shown to last upwards of 20 minutes, and are always near silent. In all most observed cases, SCP-6330-1 have emerged victorious,3 though are severely ‘wounded’ during the skirmish. Torn wool and stuffing are common, and following all known events, SCP-6330-1 have ‘died’ due to their injuries. Prior to ‘death’, the instance will drag the SCP-6330-2’s corpse back under the bed frame and demanifest. It will emerge a short while later, and attempt to climb the bed. The SCP-6330-1 will then embrace its child and ‘pass away’. Addendum 6330.1: Test Logs Due to SCP-6330 incidents being generally random and irregular, a total of one controlled test has taken place. The following is a log of the events. + Show Test 6330-14 - Hide Test 6330-14 Location: Site-44 Date: 14/7/1987 Foreword: The following test was conducted on the grounds of Site-44. Researcher ███’s 7-year-old daughter (henceforth referred to as ‘subject’) was placed in a humanoid containment room and was soothed to sleep using a teddy bear that Researcher ███ claimed the subject had a strong emotional attachment to. This experiment was conducted a total of 13 times prior to the following Sleepwalker Event. MTF Iota-12 were stationed at the room’s entrance for swift intervention if needed. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Pines: Subject has entered REM sleep. Subject: (Quiet snoring) No anomalous activity is observed for 3 hours. At 01:40 PDT, an SCP-6330-2 is observed beneath the subject’s bed. 01:40: A quiet rustling sound can be heard beneath the bed and sounds reminiscent of a large animal’s breathing are audible. A pair of large, scaly clawed hands grasp the rim of the bed. A creature resembling a western dragon emerges. It stands approximately 3 metres above the ground, switching between bipedal and quadrupedal motion. 01:45: For five minutes, the SCP-6330-2 patrols the room, moving silently and methodically, unaware of the surveillance cameras. 01:50: SCP-6330-2 turns towards the subject, poising itself at the foot of the bed, stretching its arms out towards the subject. It gapes its jaws wide, exposing rows of large, pointed teeth and a dark pink tongue. Its motions at this time are likened to that of a snake. As it seems to prepare to lunge at the subject, the stuffed bear stands up on the subject’s chest, and draws a small sword and shield from an unknown source. It positions its sword’s tip pointed downward and has its shield at its side. SCP-6330-1 hunches over slightly and twirls its sword,4 maintaining eye contact with SCP-6330-2. After 10 seconds, the SCP-6330-2 throws its jaws at the subject and SCP-6330-1 responds with a leap towards the subject’s attacker, slicing SCP-6330-2’s eye. The SCP-6330-2 responds with a quiet grunt, and touches its wound, which leaks a viscous black liquid.5 The SCP-6330-1 jumps towards SCP-6330-2 and utilises fabric from the bedsheets to quickly cover the wound, apparently attempting to minimise mess and evidence of its presence. 01:59: Both instances are in battle for 9 minutes before the first signs of damage to SCP-6330-1. Following the severing of one of SCP-6330-2’s dorsal spikes, it strikes the SCP-6330-1 with a heavy slap, which sends SCP-6330-1 across the room. SCP-6330-1 stands back up, placing a hand on its stomach, and looks at its hand which is now covered in wool and stuffing. They charge at each other once again, though the subject seems to move slightly in their sleep. Both instances stop and quickly stare at the subject before the subject settles. The instances resume fighting. 02:10: After 20 minutes of battle, both instances are heavily scarred and injured. After kicking itself off of the SCP-6330-2’s nose, SCP-6330-1 sprints from one side of the room towards SCP-6330-2, leaping into the air and landing a fatal blow, slicing the neck of the other instance, which falls lifeless to the floor. SCP-6330-2 is dragged by the SCP-6330-1, back under the bed. 02:15: A short while later, the SCP-6330-1 emerges. Damage sustained includes loss of one buttoned eye, exposed stuffing and torn wool. It places its sword and broken shield on a nearby table. SCP-6330-1 then drags itself up the bedsheets towards the subject, who was sleeping peacefully throughout the test. It rests beside the child, laying motionless. It seems to glare directly at the camera, and a small woollen thumb protrudes from its round hand, giving a ‘thumbs up’ to researchers. Its head flops onto the child’s cheek before it ceases to move. [END LOG] Upon conclusion of this test, MTF Iota-12 carried out heavy investigation of the bed. The SCP-6330-2’s corpse was not discovered beneath the bed frame, though trace amounts of the aforementioned black substance was present. Samples taken reveal it to be composed of raw haemoglobin and water, though its viscous nature and other physical properties do not support the discovery. The SCP-6330-1 instance was removed and placed in secure storage. It has to date shown no further anomalous properties. Addendum 6330.2: Following a Sleepwalker Event taking place on 07/07/2001, a news headline with the title: Young Boy Reported Missing from Family Home in Portland Was circulated on mass among citizens of Portland, OR. Upon investigators’ arrival at the scene, it was discovered that the young boy’s room had large trails of viscous black liquid streaking the walls. Investigators soon requested Foundation intervention, at which point, MTF Iota-12 were dispatched. Testing confirmed the substance to be that commonly associated with SCP-6330-2, and Iota-12 requested permission to carry out full investigation of the Event. This request was approved by Overseer command. The following file was written by MTF Iota-12 personally. I recommend all informal comments should be ignored. ~ Director Woods. + Show Field Report 6330-131 - Hide Field Report 6330-131 EVENT 131 INCIDENT REPORT Report: 6330-131 Overall Disruption: High (like really bad) Summary: Sleepwalker occurred on the night of 06/07/2001. No camera footage, witness reports or any signs of exactly what happened, though neighbours who were awake reported hearing thumping from the room. Trails of suspected SCP-6330-2 viscera on the walls. Child missing. Additionally, the aforementioned child’s stuffed orca was found in the corner of the room. Well, really parts of it were all over the place, but its main body and head sat hunched over near the bed. It had an amount of the black substance on it, but its eyes were damp with water. We suspect it was an SCP-6330-1 instance. Additional Notes: Local Authorities and Media companies have picked up on the case. The public are very interested in trying to figure out what caused the disappearance. We’ve told them that we think an animal or something came in the room, kid put up a fight, and that the substance was blood, but the kid lost and was taken by it. Unfortunately, they’re not happy with that answer and people are demanding we ‘stop lying to them’. BREAKING: Portland Boy Found! 2 days after the Sleepwalker Event, the child was rediscovered, unconscious behind a hedge in the family’s garden. A brief interview revealed that the child witnessed the final minutes of this Event. He claimed “My orca was fighting a big monster, and then the monster grabbed me and took me out the window but someone saw it6 so it dropped me and I hid in the bush”. A second interview revealed no other discoveries, but the child claimed “the monster ate his socks”. It is unknown what the SCP-6330-2’s intentions were, had it been able to escape with the child. All involved were amnesticised and a cover story was fabricated, with Iota-12 encouraging parents in the local area to purchase video surveillance cameras. Addendum 6330.3: On 19/11/2008, a call was filed to local authorities by a family in Cambridge, England. They claimed to have discovered footage of a Sleepwalker Event within their son’s room. Mobile Task Force Iota-12 ‘Lucid Dreamers’ were dispatched to investigate. The footage was seized by personnel and all members of the family were administered Class-A amnestics. + Show Document 6330-184 - Hide Document 6330-184 Location: Cambridge, England, within the ████ family’s residence. Date: 19/11/2008 Foreword: The following is a textual description of the events witnessed by baby monitors. It should be noted that this is the first digital recording of a Sleepwalker Event outside of controlled testing. [BEGIN LOG] 12:01: The child’s bed sways lightly as an instance of SCP-6330-2 emerges. The instance resembles an unknown creature, though is described as having a large, muscular frame and stands upright. The instance walks to the opposite end of the room, hunching over and observing the child for exactly 10 minutes. 12:11: The SCP-6330-2 begins to stand further upright, extending an assumably retractable set of claws. The child’s teddy bear, which was placed next to the child, suddenly stands, drawing a bow and quiver. SCP-6330-2 assumes a quadrupedal stance and snarls before lunging towards the bed. The SCP-6330-1 fires a single arrow towards the SCP-6330-2, striking the instance directly in its canine-like snout. SCP-6330-2 responds with a loud huff, reminiscent of that of a bull or bovine. 12:28: The instances battle for approximately 30 minutes, the longest recorded Sleepwalker Event to date. Both show abilities and skill sets consistent with other SCP-6330-1 and -2 instances. Eventually, SCP-6300-2 has SCP-6330-1 pinned to a nearby wall, seeming to ‘strangle’ it. The SCP-6330-2 then pulls one of SCP-6330-1’s arrows from its arm, plunging it into the -1’s chest. SCP-6330-1 shows behaviours likened to those of intense pain. SCP-6330-2 seems to be victorious. The SCP-6330-2 leans its head towards SCP-6330-1, seeming to ‘whisper’ into the instance’s right ear, though audio recordings cannot determine exactly what was vocalised. The SCP-6330-1 lifts up its head, staring blankly into SCP-6330-2’s eyes. It reaches behind its back, pulling out a small, entirely wooden Glock-19 handgun. The bear points the weapon into SCP-6330-2’s forehead and swiftly fires. The shot creates minimal noise and the SCP-6330-2’s body falls limp. Black, viscous fluid is sprayed on the wall. The -1 hauls SCP-6330-2’s corpse towards the bed, noticeably limping. It drags the body by its large forearm and demanifests upon reaching the underneath of the bed. 12:40: SCP-6330-1 returns, and briefly stares around the room before turning to the child. It climbs up a desk and seems to notice a piece of paper and pen. It begins to write a note, which is left on the bedside desk (See Field Report 6330-184). Heavily wounded, the -1 limps to the bed, falling on the child’s chest with its arms stretched wide. There is no further movement, it perishes next to its child. [END LOG] The following is a report of the investigation, written by MTF Iota-12 following the case’s conclusion. + Field Report 6330-184 - Field Report 6330-184 EVENT 184 INCIDENT REPORT Report: 6330-184 Overall Disruption: Low Summary: Sleepwalker begun at 12:01. Fight approx. 30 minutes. Sleepwalker ended at 12:40, with the neutralisation of the affected SCP-6330-1. Really made us question how many times this happened to us all as kids… Additional Notes: SCP-6330-1 produced a note. Only recorded instance of -1s being able to understand english. Reads as following: Hello, Timothy. Thank you for always taking care of me, it really was fun. I was able to repay the favour of protecting you. Unfortunately I am hurt. I need to go, I’m too weak to stay and I just hope you’ll remember me. It’s been fun helping you. I’ve enjoyed my time under your care. Going into this, I knew it would happen; the Sleepwalkers coming for you. I’m just happy I could do my job. Goodbye, my friend. I hope I may see you soon. Footnotes 1. Whether or not instances remain non-anomalous is currently unknown. 2. See Document 6330-184. 3. Usually delivering a fatal blow to the SCP-6330-2’s upper torso, jugular or heart via their small weapons. 4. Despite having no visible ‘fingers’, SCP-6330-1 instances are able to grasp and wield their weapons masterfully. 5. This substance is believed to be a bodily fluid produced by SCP-6330-2. Potentially a substitute for blood or viscera. 6. This discovery indicates that SCP-6330-2 instances seem to fear humans. |
SCP-6330 | uncontained | close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to REDESERT and Jack Waltz for the critique. The image is my own. More by this author: SCP-5767 - A Wise Old Snail SCP-5745 - Prehistoric Rift SCP-5776 - 100% MOST DEFINITELY A KETER SCP-6044 - A ‘Helpful Forest, A Giant Sponge and a Lot of Axolotls SCP-6055 - Havsvågor Enjoy! :) Item#: 6330 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo A recovered SCP-6330-1 instance. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force N/A N/A N/A MTF Iota-12 ‘Lucid Dreamers’ Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-6330, physical containment is not currently possible. Funding should be supplied to companies encouraging the sale and purchase of baby monitor cameras, in an attempt to detect and witness SCP-6330 ‘Sleepwalker’ Events. Should reports of a Sleepwalker Event circulate, Mobile Task Force Iota-12 ‘Lucid Dreamers’ are tasked with investigation and suppression of public media circulation or news reports regarding SCP-6330. All civilians who view SCP-6330-1 or SCP-6330-2 instances are to be immediately administered Class-A amnestics. At any time, one (1) SCP-6330-1 should be held within a small item locker in the site nearest to its recovery (current study instance kept at Site-44). The instance should be examined weekly and any changes, reported to the nearest Level-3 researcher. SCP-6330-1 that are affected by Sleepwalker Events are to be left in the possession of the family they were discovered with, as no anomalous activity has ever been recorded following an Event.1 Families in possession of SCP-6330-1 should be monitored in case of further activity. Description: SCP-6330 is a phenomenon affecting stuffed animals worldwide, though is most common in teddy bears. Manifestation of this phenomenon is referred to as a Sleepwalker Event. Sleepwalker Events occur only within the households of families with young children, typically between the ages of 1 to 14. Events begin by the manifestation of entities referred to as SCP-6330-2. These creatures typically blend with shadows (though this mechanism is poorly understood) and somewhat resemble creatures associated with fantasy, such as dragons or ogres, and always manifest beneath a child’s bed. SCP-6330-2 instances depict behaviour indicating that they intend to hunt or prey upon the sleeping child. SCP-6330-1 are stuffed animals already present in a child’s room, that seem to be non-anomalous prior to SCP-6330-2 manifestations. SCP-6330-1 have been shown to instantaneously manifest small wooden medieval2 weaponry in order to combat SCP-6330-2, and assumably to protect the child. Battles have been shown to last upwards of 20 minutes, and are always near silent. In all most observed cases, SCP-6330-1 have emerged victorious,3 though are severely ‘wounded’ during the skirmish. Torn wool and stuffing are common, and following all known events, SCP-6330-1 have ‘died’ due to their injuries. Prior to ‘death’, the instance will drag the SCP-6330-2’s corpse back under the bed frame and demanifest. It will emerge a short while later, and attempt to climb the bed. The SCP-6330-1 will then embrace its child and ‘pass away’. Addendum 6330.1: Test Logs Due to SCP-6330 incidents being generally random and irregular, a total of one controlled test has taken place. The following is a log of the events. + Show Test 6330-14 - Hide Test 6330-14 Location: Site-44 Date: 14/7/1987 Foreword: The following test was conducted on the grounds of Site-44. Researcher ███’s 7-year-old daughter (henceforth referred to as ‘subject’) was placed in a humanoid containment room and was soothed to sleep using a teddy bear that Researcher ███ claimed the subject had a strong emotional attachment to. This experiment was conducted a total of 13 times prior to the following Sleepwalker Event. MTF Iota-12 were stationed at the room’s entrance for swift intervention if needed. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Pines: Subject has entered REM sleep. Subject: (Quiet snoring) No anomalous activity is observed for 3 hours. At 01:40 PDT, an SCP-6330-2 is observed beneath the subject’s bed. 01:40: A quiet rustling sound can be heard beneath the bed and sounds reminiscent of a large animal’s breathing are audible. A pair of large, scaly clawed hands grasp the rim of the bed. A creature resembling a western dragon emerges. It stands approximately 3 metres above the ground, switching between bipedal and quadrupedal motion. 01:45: For five minutes, the SCP-6330-2 patrols the room, moving silently and methodically, unaware of the surveillance cameras. 01:50: SCP-6330-2 turns towards the subject, poising itself at the foot of the bed, stretching its arms out towards the subject. It gapes its jaws wide, exposing rows of large, pointed teeth and a dark pink tongue. Its motions at this time are likened to that of a snake. As it seems to prepare to lunge at the subject, the stuffed bear stands up on the subject’s chest, and draws a small sword and shield from an unknown source. It positions its sword’s tip pointed downward and has its shield at its side. SCP-6330-1 hunches over slightly and twirls its sword,4 maintaining eye contact with SCP-6330-2. After 10 seconds, the SCP-6330-2 throws its jaws at the subject and SCP-6330-1 responds with a leap towards the subject’s attacker, slicing SCP-6330-2’s eye. The SCP-6330-2 responds with a quiet grunt, and touches its wound, which leaks a viscous black liquid.5 The SCP-6330-1 jumps towards SCP-6330-2 and utilises fabric from the bedsheets to quickly cover the wound, apparently attempting to minimise mess and evidence of its presence. 01:59: Both instances are in battle for 9 minutes before the first signs of damage to SCP-6330-1. Following the severing of one of SCP-6330-2’s dorsal spikes, it strikes the SCP-6330-1 with a heavy slap, which sends SCP-6330-1 across the room. SCP-6330-1 stands back up, placing a hand on its stomach, and looks at its hand which is now covered in wool and stuffing. They charge at each other once again, though the subject seems to move slightly in their sleep. Both instances stop and quickly stare at the subject before the subject settles. The instances resume fighting. 02:10: After 20 minutes of battle, both instances are heavily scarred and injured. After kicking itself off of the SCP-6330-2’s nose, SCP-6330-1 sprints from one side of the room towards SCP-6330-2, leaping into the air and landing a fatal blow, slicing the neck of the other instance, which falls lifeless to the floor. SCP-6330-2 is dragged by the SCP-6330-1, back under the bed. 02:15: A short while later, the SCP-6330-1 emerges. Damage sustained includes loss of one buttoned eye, exposed stuffing and torn wool. It places its sword and broken shield on a nearby table. SCP-6330-1 then drags itself up the bedsheets towards the subject, who was sleeping peacefully throughout the test. It rests beside the child, laying motionless. It seems to glare directly at the camera, and a small woollen thumb protrudes from its round hand, giving a ‘thumbs up’ to researchers. Its head flops onto the child’s cheek before it ceases to move. [END LOG] Upon conclusion of this test, MTF Iota-12 carried out heavy investigation of the bed. The SCP-6330-2’s corpse was not discovered beneath the bed frame, though trace amounts of the aforementioned black substance was present. Samples taken reveal it to be composed of raw haemoglobin and water, though its viscous nature and other physical properties do not support the discovery. The SCP-6330-1 instance was removed and placed in secure storage. It has to date shown no further anomalous properties. Addendum 6330.2: Following a Sleepwalker Event taking place on 07/07/2001, a news headline with the title: Young Boy Reported Missing from Family Home in Portland Was circulated on mass among citizens of Portland, OR. Upon investigators’ arrival at the scene, it was discovered that the young boy’s room had large trails of viscous black liquid streaking the walls. Investigators soon requested Foundation intervention, at which point, MTF Iota-12 were dispatched. Testing confirmed the substance to be that commonly associated with SCP-6330-2, and Iota-12 requested permission to carry out full investigation of the Event. This request was approved by Overseer command. The following file was written by MTF Iota-12 personally. I recommend all informal comments should be ignored. ~ Director Woods. + Show Field Report 6330-131 - Hide Field Report 6330-131 EVENT 131 INCIDENT REPORT Report: 6330-131 Overall Disruption: High (like really bad) Summary: Sleepwalker occurred on the night of 06/07/2001. No camera footage, witness reports or any signs of exactly what happened, though neighbours who were awake reported hearing thumping from the room. Trails of suspected SCP-6330-2 viscera on the walls. Child missing. Additionally, the aforementioned child’s stuffed orca was found in the corner of the room. Well, really parts of it were all over the place, but its main body and head sat hunched over near the bed. It had an amount of the black substance on it, but its eyes were damp with water. We suspect it was an SCP-6330-1 instance. Additional Notes: Local Authorities and Media companies have picked up on the case. The public are very interested in trying to figure out what caused the disappearance. We’ve told them that we think an animal or something came in the room, kid put up a fight, and that the substance was blood, but the kid lost and was taken by it. Unfortunately, they’re not happy with that answer and people are demanding we ‘stop lying to them’. BREAKING: Portland Boy Found! 2 days after the Sleepwalker Event, the child was rediscovered, unconscious behind a hedge in the family’s garden. A brief interview revealed that the child witnessed the final minutes of this Event. He claimed “My orca was fighting a big monster, and then the monster grabbed me and took me out the window but someone saw it6 so it dropped me and I hid in the bush”. A second interview revealed no other discoveries, but the child claimed “the monster ate his socks”. It is unknown what the SCP-6330-2’s intentions were, had it been able to escape with the child. All involved were amnesticised and a cover story was fabricated, with Iota-12 encouraging parents in the local area to purchase video surveillance cameras. Addendum 6330.3: On 19/11/2008, a call was filed to local authorities by a family in Cambridge, England. They claimed to have discovered footage of a Sleepwalker Event within their son’s room. Mobile Task Force Iota-12 ‘Lucid Dreamers’ were dispatched to investigate. The footage was seized by personnel and all members of the family were administered Class-A amnestics. + Show Document 6330-184 - Hide Document 6330-184 Location: Cambridge, England, within the ████ family’s residence. Date: 19/11/2008 Foreword: The following is a textual description of the events witnessed by baby monitors. It should be noted that this is the first digital recording of a Sleepwalker Event outside of controlled testing. [BEGIN LOG] 12:01: The child’s bed sways lightly as an instance of SCP-6330-2 emerges. The instance resembles an unknown creature, though is described as having a large, muscular frame and stands upright. The instance walks to the opposite end of the room, hunching over and observing the child for exactly 10 minutes. 12:11: The SCP-6330-2 begins to stand further upright, extending an assumably retractable set of claws. The child’s teddy bear, which was placed next to the child, suddenly stands, drawing a bow and quiver. SCP-6330-2 assumes a quadrupedal stance and snarls before lunging towards the bed. The SCP-6330-1 fires a single arrow towards the SCP-6330-2, striking the instance directly in its canine-like snout. SCP-6330-2 responds with a loud huff, reminiscent of that of a bull or bovine. 12:28: The instances battle for approximately 30 minutes, the longest recorded Sleepwalker Event to date. Both show abilities and skill sets consistent with other SCP-6330-1 and -2 instances. Eventually, SCP-6300-2 has SCP-6330-1 pinned to a nearby wall, seeming to ‘strangle’ it. The SCP-6330-2 then pulls one of SCP-6330-1’s arrows from its arm, plunging it into the -1’s chest. SCP-6330-1 shows behaviours likened to those of intense pain. SCP-6330-2 seems to be victorious. The SCP-6330-2 leans its head towards SCP-6330-1, seeming to ‘whisper’ into the instance’s right ear, though audio recordings cannot determine exactly what was vocalised. The SCP-6330-1 lifts up its head, staring blankly into SCP-6330-2’s eyes. It reaches behind its back, pulling out a small, entirely wooden Glock-19 handgun. The bear points the weapon into SCP-6330-2’s forehead and swiftly fires. The shot creates minimal noise and the SCP-6330-2’s body falls limp. Black, viscous fluid is sprayed on the wall. The -1 hauls SCP-6330-2’s corpse towards the bed, noticeably limping. It drags the body by its large forearm and demanifests upon reaching the underneath of the bed. 12:40: SCP-6330-1 returns, and briefly stares around the room before turning to the child. It climbs up a desk and seems to notice a piece of paper and pen. It begins to write a note, which is left on the bedside desk (See Field Report 6330-184). Heavily wounded, the -1 limps to the bed, falling on the child’s chest with its arms stretched wide. There is no further movement, it perishes next to its child. [END LOG] The following is a report of the investigation, written by MTF Iota-12 following the case’s conclusion. + Field Report 6330-184 - Field Report 6330-184 EVENT 184 INCIDENT REPORT Report: 6330-184 Overall Disruption: Low Summary: Sleepwalker begun at 12:01. Fight approx. 30 minutes. Sleepwalker ended at 12:40, with the neutralisation of the affected SCP-6330-1. Really made us question how many times this happened to us all as kids… Additional Notes: SCP-6330-1 produced a note. Only recorded instance of -1s being able to understand english. Reads as following: Hello, Timothy. Thank you for always taking care of me, it really was fun. I was able to repay the favour of protecting you. Unfortunately I am hurt. I need to go, I’m too weak to stay and I just hope you’ll remember me. It’s been fun helping you. I’ve enjoyed my time under your care. Going into this, I knew it would happen; the Sleepwalkers coming for you. I’m just happy I could do my job. Goodbye, my friend. I hope I may see you soon. Footnotes 1. Whether or not instances remain non-anomalous is currently unknown. 2. See Document 6330-184. 3. Usually delivering a fatal blow to the SCP-6330-2’s upper torso, jugular or heart via their small weapons. 4. Despite having no visible ‘fingers’, SCP-6330-1 instances are able to grasp and wield their weapons masterfully. 5. This substance is believed to be a bodily fluid produced by SCP-6330-2. Potentially a substitute for blood or viscera. 6. This discovery indicates that SCP-6330-2 instances seem to fear humans. |
SCP-6331 | safe | SCP-6331: Frowny Faces Love to Smile With Smile Cream™! NEW from Happy Faces® a subsidiary of Soft Hands® I W A S T O L D S O F T H A N D S ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-6331 Special Containment Procedures: MTF Mu-5 ("Secret Shoppers") is tasked with monitoring the Lynchburg, Virginia and Minneapolis, Minnesota areas for further appearances of SCP-6331. All recovered containers are to be kept in Safe Storage at Site-22. Update 09/10/2018: SCP-6331-A is to be held in a low-security humanoid containment cell. Subject is considered non-threatening and should be treated cordially to maintain tractability. The vehicle driven by SCP-6331-A has been placed in Anomalous Vehicle Storage. The instance of SCP-6331-1 printed on it is to be interviewed at the research team's earliest opportunity. Containers of SCP-6331-2 are housed in the same storage facility as SCP-6331. Usage of SCP-6331-2 by personnel requires authorization by the Head Researcher. Update 11/10/2018: SCP-6331-A has been transferred to a medium-security humanoid containment cell and is to be kept gagged when not being interrogated, despite physiological disparities that would suggest vocal restraint being ineffective. All personnel conducting interrogation of SCP-6331-A must wear Embol-Class cognitohazard-screening earphones. SCP-6331-2 has been moved to a separate Safe Storage facility from SCP-6331, per Ethics Committee order to maintain the morale of SCP-6331-1. Investigation into GoI-331 ("Soft Hands®") is ongoing. Description: SCP-6331 refers to a pinkish water-in-oil emulsion, held in containers labelled "Smile Cream™". While none of the ingredients listed upon containers of SCP-6331 are inherently anomalous, when applied to the face, SCP-6331 induces muscle rictus over the course of the next 3 minutes. This effectively forces a user to smile, typically to a degree that impedes use of the mouth. This effect lasts for a minimum of 1 hour, but has been recorded to extend anywhere from 3 to 49 hours1. There is no apparent correlation between length of time of this effect and amount of SCP-6331 used. When used on any other external body part, SCP-6331 produces no unusual effect, and has been described by test subjects as "oily" and "unpleasant". The sole exception to this is use on the hands, where SCP-6331 functions as an effective moisturizing lotion, protecting the skin from minor environmental damage and healing cracks over weeks of consistent use. SCP-6331-1 is the designation for the cartoon of an anthropomorphic flower printed on each container of SCP-6331. When any number of containers of SCP-6331 are left in a room with a single subject, SCP-6331-1 will animate and begin to talk with the subject in a high-pitched voice. Conversations are typically steered towards exhorting the subject to be more happy, as well as advertising SCP-6331. Multiple instances of SCP-6331-1 in the same room are capable of carrying on separate, simultaneous conversations, often to the detriment of intelligibility. Questioning has determined that individual instances of SCP-6331-1 function independently, but are capable of sharing memories with one another. Notably, the speech of SCP-6331-1 instances will synchronize when they are talking about SCP-6331. SCP-6331-1 self-identifies as male and says its name is "Daisy". Individual instances refer to each other as "brothers". Discovery and Initial Containment: SCP-6331 was first identified while being sold in Food Lion stores in and around Lynchburg, Virginia, USA after an increased number of customer complaints via the company's online and telephone contact lines. Cover Protocol 145-Ekwensu2 was enacted and MTF Mu-5 dispatched to retrieve all containers of SCP-6331 and administer amnestics to individuals who purchased it, as well as store employees. In an interview, a store manager claimed to have no idea where SCP-6331 came from, as no shipment thereof had been logged by their receiving department. Despite this discrepancy, barcodes present on the packaging were able to be scanned appropriately via the store's electronic point-of-sale system. Monitoring of Food Lion stores in the state of Virginia has discovered no further instances of SCP-6331 appearing on shelves. Addendum 6331.01: Sample SCP-6331-1 Interview, 11/05/2018 + Access file - Access granted Interviewed: A single instance of SCP-6331-1, printed on a container of SCP-6331 Interviewer: Dr. Terrence Mulvaney, Lead Interviewer, SCP-6331 <Begin Log, 08:51> SCP-6331-1: Good morning, Doctor Mulvaney! Dr. Mulvaney: [chuckles] Good morning, Daisy. How are you today? SCP-6331-1: Why, I'm just swell, Doctor! Smile Cream™ always keeps my face smiling, and smiling faces make people happy!3 Dr. Mulvaney: That's wonderful to hear! Your smiling face always makes me want to smile. SCP-6331-1: Aw, shucks, Doc. [blushes turns away from the interviewer, holding its hands behind its back] It's just such a gosh-darn pleasure to bring a little more joy into the world, you know? Dr. Mulvaney: That it is, Daisy, that it is. Say, do you mind if I ask you a few questions today? SCP-6331-1: Not at all, Doc! I figured that's why you brought me in here, after all. Dr. Mulvaney: You're one smart cookie. [laughs] So, the thing on my mind today, is I was wondering how you and all your brothers arrived at that grocery store where we found you. The funniest thing is, no one seems to remember when or how you got there! SCP-6331-1: Oh gosh, Doc, that's easy! The delivery driver brought us! Dr. Mulvaney: A delivery driver? With, say, a big rig semi truck? SCP-6331-1: Oh, no, of course not. Happy Faces® only employs a single Happy Delivery™ van. Happy Faces®! Keeping faces happy since one-oh-nine-nine-three-five-four-niner!4 SCP-6331-1: It's a pretty neat gig, too. I have a brother who works on that van, you know? He gets to see all the sights while Smile Cream™ is out being delivered to sad faces who need a Happy Boost™! Dr. Mulvaney: You don't say? We'll have to keep an eye out for him, so we can say hello. SCP-6331-1: Oh, sure! He's real big, you can't miss him! Dr. Mulvaney: Do you ever envy him, getting to see all those sights and so forth? SCP-6331-1: Oh, I could never be envious! After all, I have the most important job at Happy Faces®! Dr. Mulvaney: Yes, yes. Making sure all the frowny faces in the world get the Smile Cream they deserve, isn't that right? SCP-6331-1: You got it in one! [snaps fingers] Play your cards right, Doc, and maybe you'll be selling Smile Cream™ one day! Dr. Mulvaney: [chuckles] Ohh, no fear of that, I'm sure. You're the real talent here. Your job's safe from me. SCP-6331-1 doubles over and laughs uproariously, its face growing increasingly redder. After 40 seconds, SCP-6331-1 finally ceases laughter and wipes tears from its eyes. SCP-6331-1: Oh, Doctor! You're such a card! You really give me a reason to smile! And so I use Smile Cream™ for all the other times! Smile Cream™! Because faces in need deserve to smile! <End Log, 09:03> Update 09/10/2018 On 09/10/2018, Foundation agents tracking SCP-████ activity in the Minneapolis metro area alerted Site-22 command about a possible SCP-6331 containment breach. A delivery van bearing an image of SCP-6331-1 on the side was spotted by numerous civilians driving aimlessly through the city streets. A real-time disinformation campaign was started in earnest to get ahead of social media posting, while MTF Kappa-90 ("Bastard Cops") was deployed to apprehend the vehicle and driver. The driver, designated SCP-6331-A, was unexpectedly cooperative with MTF agents, stating it had been attempting to locate a Foundation Site without success for over a week. Agents guided the entity to a Foundation safehouse, whereupon it and its vehicle were taken into custody. SCP-6331-A is a humanoid, 1.7 meters tall, fair-skinned and with a thin build, wearing a uniform consisting of overalls, boots, t-shirt and ball cap, the latter two bearing an image of SCP-6331-15 The entity's most notable feature is the smooth plane of skin present where its facial features should be. Despite lacking eyes, ears, nose and mouth, the entity is capable of sight, hearing, speech and olfaction. It has stated it "no longer" needs to eat. SCP-6331-A's arms terminate just below the wrist, with smooth, rounded skin covering the ends. Again, despite this deformity, SCP-6331-A demonstrates considerably more ease manipulating objects than would be expected from a baseline amputee or individual with congenital limb defects. The van being driven by SCP-6331-A contained 35 cases of a variation of SCP-6331, termed SCP-6331-2, with a similar ingredient list and near identical chemical properties. Of note, the phrase "New And Improved!" features prominently on the packaging. SCP-6331-2 lacks SCP-6331's muscular rigor effect, and instead causes the mouth to form into a slight smile while the face is relaxed. This effect lasts upwards of 8 hours per application. The cream has been described as "fragrant" and "pleasant to use". Instances of SCP-6331-1 printed on these containers and on the van have been noted to be significantly less animated and conversant than previous instances, displaying simple, repetitive movements and vocalizations limited to advertising SCP-6331-2. Addendum 6331.02: SCP-6331-A Initial Interview + Access file - Access granted Interviewed: SCP-6331-A Interviewer: Dr. Gloria Sanborn, Site-22 Researcher Foreword: Interview took place on 09/10/2018 in Interview Room 2A at Site-22. Dr. Harry Maimone, SCP-6331 Head Researcher, and Junior Researcher James Barnard were observing. <Begin Log, 14:21> Dr. Sanborn: All right, SCP-6331-A, you seem eager to please, so let's start at the beginning. SCP-6331-A: Sure, but, uh, I'm sorry, that's not my name. Dr. Sanborn: Oh? What do I call you, then? SCP-6331-A: Larry. Dr. Sanborn: Larry. All right. Is that short for Lawrence? SCP-6331-A: No. Lariola. Dr. Sanborn: Uh. Right. Anyway, from the beginning. Can you tell us where you were expecting to take your shipment of [checks notes] Smile Cream? SCP-6331-A: I was told to deliver it to the Foundation. Like, any Foundation site. Unfortunately, the directions they gave me were junk, and I just could not find you guys no matter what I tried. I was real thankful your boys showed me the way here. Dr. Sanborn: I see. And why— SCP-6331-A: Also, you said it wrong. Dr. Sanborn: I beg your pardon? SCP-6331-A: It's not "Smile Cream." It's "Smile Cream™."6 Dr. Sanborn: Well, I— SCP-6331-A: The higher-ups at Happy Faces® drilled that into my head on day one! They're real concerned about branding, you know? Dr. Sanborn: We're getting off topic. Why were you supposed to deliver S— the product to the Foundation? SCP-6331-A: Well, it was just supposed to be a regular delivery, you know? Only I overheard one of the sales guys saying something about samples, and another guy said, uh, "I figure those Skippers need to lighten up." Pretty sure that's what it was. Dr. Sanborn: All right. What would you have done had we not provided you with an escort to this facility? SCP-6331-A: Just keep driving around until I found something, I guess. I don't mean to criticize how you all do business, but you really aren't gonna get many customers if you hide your store fronts like that. Dr. Sanborn: I'll, ah, take that into advisement. Now, we have some experience with… Smile Cream before— SCP-6331-A shakes its head and produces a clicking sound. Dr. Sanborn: But the batch you've brought us seems different. Do you know why this is? SCP-6331-A: Oh! Yes, ma'am, I sure do! Subject begins rummaging in his uniform pockets. Security in the room moves to subdue, but is held off with a signal from. Dr. Sanborn. SCP-6331-A does not appear to notice this. SCP-6331-A: I was actually hoping you'd ask! I get to read my spiel. Subject produces and unfolds a piece of paper with indecipherable writing in large font. Subject clears throat. SCP-6331-A: "To our friends at the Foundation: Hi! We at Happy Faces®, a subsidiary of Soft Hands®, would like to present you with this gift, from our company to yours! Please enjoy the all-new, improved formula of New And Improved Smile Cream™! It's sure to get all your employees happy and smiling in no time!" SCP-6331-A: So what do ya think? Dr. Sanborn: Ah, well, that's really most generous of them. I'll make sure that product is enjoyed by as many of our employees as possible. SCP-6331-A: [Sighs in relief.] Oh, that's great to hear. Say, not to be a bother, but could I get a glass of water? Dr. Sanborn: Um. Yes, that can be arranged. Dr. Sanborn signals the observation booth, and JR Barnard is dispatched to fulfill the request. SCP-6331-A: Thanks. You're pretty nice, ma'am. Dr. Sanborn: We do make an effort to keep our guests comfortable. Speaking of comfort, would you mind telling me about your face and hands? SCP-6331-A drops its head and is silent for 30 seconds. Dr. Sanborn: I apologize, Larry, if it's a sore topic— SCP-6331-A: No, no, that's okay. You folks all have such nice hands and faces, I guess it's natural you'd be curious. Well, uh… SCP-6331-A: S-So, I've never had hands. I mean, none of us have. From what I understand, that's why Soft Hands® does what they do. As for my face… Subject waves its arm over its face. JR Barnard enters the interview room with a glass of water, which he hands to Dr. Sanborn before leaving again. SCP-6331-A expresses thanks, then spends the rest of the interview not interacting with the water. SCP-6331-A: Well, it's like this. Sometimes, when you get into a gig, you have to make a few sacrifices. You know, get up early in the morning, spend all day at work, maybe work overtime if production's high. Stuff like that. So if you get new bosses who say they need your face for a big, important project that's central to their new line of products, well… I'm just a normal bottom-rung delivery guy. Who am I to say no? Minute-long pause. Dr. Sanborn: Well… That's… SCP-6331-A: I mean, it's not like I was using it for anything, right? Who really needs a face, I ask ya? And… I get to see him every time I go out for a delivery, so it's not so bad. Dr. Sanborn: "Him?" SCP-6331-A: Um. Daisy. The mascot. He's always nearby. Dr. Sanborn: I think that's enough for now, Larry. SCP-6331-A: [quietly] I hate what they did to him. <End Log, 15:02> Closing Statement: While SCP-6331-A has been entirely tractable during its containment, attempting to maintain its belief that the Foundation is a business has presented the containment team with unique challenges. Addendum 6331.03: Incident 6331.04 A second interview was conducted with SCP-6331-A on 11/10/2018 under the same circumstances as the previous one. Dr. Sanborn was directed to ask the subject about its place of employment, and gain any information about how to locate or contact either "Happy Faces" or "Soft Hands". The subject again proved cooperative. However, when providing the group's address, SCP-6331-A produced an audio cognitohazard which immediately incapacitated Dr. Sanborn, Dr. Maimone and JR Barnard. SCP-6331-A reacted with distress, confusion and numerous apologies. Security personnel were stationed outside the interview room, due to SCP-6331-A being assessed as a low threat risk, and so were able to respond quickly to the event. Standard vocal suppression techniques were utilized and proved effective despite SCP-6331-A's lack of mouth. Medical personnel were brought in and able to stabilize all three researchers in short order. Drs. Sanborn and Maimone had lost their hands at the wrists, with an appearance similar to that of SCP-6331-A's arms. JR Barnard was affected less severely, as he had returned from a restroom break in the middle of the cognitohazard being spoken. His hands have atrophied, possessing a gangrenous outward appearance. Attempts to repair damage and restore blood flow to JR Barnard's hands have made minimal progress but are still ongoing. Analysis of Drs. Sanborn and Maimone revealed that their DNA had been altered in such a way as to remove genetic markers for development of hands and digits, as well as the muscular and vascular structures required to support appendages at the end of the forearm. In a followup interview conducted by Dr. Mulvaney, SCP-6331-A stated that it was "just trying to help", that it "had no idea" the effects would occur, and that it was "extremely sorry for hurting anyone". At this point, the Foundation's true nature was revealed to the subject, who accepted increased containment strictures as a justified punishment for its actions. Containment procedures were updated. Addendum 6331.04: Post-Incident 6331.04 Interview + Access file - Access granted Interviewed: Dr. Gloria Sanborn Interviewer: Dr. Terrence Mulvaney Foreword: Interview took place on 12/10/2018 in the Site-22 Hospital Wing, Room 190, after Dr. Sanborn regained consciousness following Incident 6331.04. <Begin Log, 15:19> Dr. Mulvaney: She's awake, beginning recording. Gloria? How are you feeling? Dr. Sanborn: Uh. Terry? I'm all right, I think. Must have been a nasty fall… I… I'm not quite sure what happened. Mulvaney: You've been through some changes, so I want to try and prepare you for— Dr. Sanborn rubs her face with her right arm stump, then pauses and observes it for 5 seconds. Sanborn: Mm. Mulvaney: Nevermind, then. We've got our geneticists doing what they can to find a fix, but this is nothing they've ever seen before. Sanborn: A fix? [rubs head] I… This is really strange, Terry. Mulvaney: How so? Sanborn: I obviously used to have hands, once upon a time. [raises arms] I mean, I remember doing a lot of things, a week ago, a month, a year, that you would definitely need fingers to do. And yet… Sanborn: I don't remember having them. Not in any of those memories. It's just this. [waves arm] So it's not bothering me. Mulvaney: I guess it's good that you're calm, at least. Sanborn: Yeah. Yeah, it is. Dr. Sanborn taps Dr. Mulvaney on the arm. Dr. Mulvaney flinches away. Sanborn: Go get those Smile Cream™ bastards for me, Terry, won't you? Mulvaney: Uh. <End Log, 15:30> Closing Statement: Paralinguistic instance noted. Dr. Maimone displayed similar vocal ability and an equally equanimitable reaction to losing his hands. Observation and rehabilitation efforts are underway. Both subjects are completely adept at utilizing their wrists to manipulate objects, though typing remains a challenge, and all three have been placed on medical leave for the time being. Addendum 6331.05: First Interview with SCP-6331-1.2, 12/10/2018 + Access file - Access granted Interviewed: The variant of SCP-6331-1 printed on SCP-6331-A's delivery van, designated SCP-6331-1.2. Interviewer: Dr. Terrence Mulvaney <Begin Log, 15:19> Dr. Mulvaney: No time for pleasantries, I'm afraid, I need to get straight to the questions today, if you don't mind. SCP-6331-1.2: Good morning, Future Smiler™. Why not start your day right with New And Improved Smile Cream™, now from Happy Faces®. Dr. Mulvaney: Of course. I want to know what happened to my people and how we can fix them. Your driver's no help, so you're my only other source of information. SCP-6331-1.2: Frowny faces choose New And Improved Smile Cream™ to help them smile. Try some today! Dr. Mulvaney: Daisy, are you even listening to me? How do we get their hands back? SCP-6331-1.2: Try New And Improved Smile Cream™ for that effortless smile that lasts all day long. Dr. Mulvaney: I… Do you know who I am? SCP-6331-1.2 looks over at Dr. Mulvaney, the first time its eyes have moved during containment. After three seconds, it returns to its default posture. SCP-6331-1.2: You're a Future Smiler™, ready to take their first step to a happier future with New and Improved Smile Cream™. New And Improved Smile Cream™: Have a happier smile today. Dr. Mulvaney: Oh my god. What happened to you? SCP-6331-1.2: How do I keep happy and smiling, you ask? Why, with New And Improved Smile Cream™. On sale now, at retailers in your dimension. <End Log, 15:25> Closing Statement: A followup interview with both an instance of SCP-6331-1 and an instance of SCP-6331-1.2 printed on a container demonstrated that SCP-6331-1.2 is not linked to the collective consciousness of SCP-6331-1. SCP-6331-1 also expressed dismay and a general distrust of SCP-6331-1.2, and has been significantly less upbeat in subsequent interviews. Neither SCP-6331-1 nor SCP-6331-1.2 have been able to provide any information on the circumstances of Incident 6331.04. Addendum 6331.06: Incident 6331.05, 18/10/2018 + Access timetable - Access granted Time Event 13:30 Drs. Sanborn and Maimone are present in Room 180, undergoing scheduled medical therapy and testing as part of their recovery following Incident 6331.04 13:36 Alarms sound as a containment breach in the Site-22 Keter Wing activates site-wide lockdown protocols. Subjects in Room 180 take shelter per standard breach procedure. 13:47 Containment breach spills over into Safe Wing. Able-bodied personnel in Room 180 attempt to repel SCP-████ drones. Materials at hand insufficient, and personnel are assimilated. 13:49 As this is ongoing, SCP-6331-A enters Room 180.7 Subject converses with Drs. Sanborn and Maimone while shielding them from attack by converted personnel. 13:53 SCP-████ drones are repelled from Room 180 as responding recontainment personnel sweep through the area. Non-converted personnel and SCP-6331-A are ignored for unknown reasons. Earlier conversation continues. 14:02 Dr. Maimone lifts a pen between his arms and uses it to key a security override in Room 180. Further footage lost. After the all-clear was sounded, SCP-6331-A's absence from its containment cell was noted. Discovery of security camera tampering led to a search of Room 180. The following hand-written document was found: Dear Foundation, Though we appreciate your attempts to undo the changes, it's become clear to us that we don't really fit in here anymore. Living Unhanded in a Handed world is just too painful, no one really understands, least of all us, and the mismatched memories don't help any. Larry is very concerned about being reprimanded by his superiors for his actions here, so he is returning to his place of employment and has offered to take us with him. Whether we end up working for Happy Faces®, Soft Hands® or some other entity out there, know that we are optimistic about finding our true purposes elsewhere. Dr. Sanborn is preparing an amnestic regimen as I write this, so you won't have to worry about any intel leaking once we're gone. I'm sorry we're leaving on such short notice, but Gloria and I have been discussing this for a few days, and now seemed like the right time to go. Keep on Securing, Containing and Protecting™. We still think the work you do is important. Sincerely, Dr. Harold B. Maimone Dr. Gloria A. Sanborn Handwriting matches that of Dr. Maimone. Alongside the note were three spent Class-C amnestic applicators. The van previously driven by SCP-6331-A was discovered missing from storage. Neither Dr. Maimone, Dr. Sanborn nor SCP-6331-A have been seen since. Footnotes 1. Median duration 2.4 hours 2. "Area-Wide Product Recall" 3. SCP-6331-1 has never been seen to utilize SCP-6331, nor does applying SCP-6331 to its own containers have any effect on SCP-6331-1. 4. Significance of this number sequence unknown. 5. Notably, the only depictions of SCP-6331-1 encountered to date that do not animate under any circumstance. 6. Despite the differences present in written transcripts, there is no way to audibly differentiate these two pronunciations. Memetic element hypothesized. 7. Analysis of security footage is inconclusive as to how it escaped containment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6331" by TL333s, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6331. Licensed under CC-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-6332 | keter | Link To Guide Item#:6332 Clearance Level 3: Clearance SCP-6332 prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6332 is to be kept in a heavily reinforced two-layer amphibian enclosure which is able to withstand explosions equivalent to at least 1 3 kilotons1 of TNT. Each layer of the enclosure is to be outfitted with a steel-encased concrete door with a remote locking system. Protocol D: Biweekly Once a week, a D-Class personnel is to enter SCP-6332's containment and wait for SCP-6332 to make a request. The Foundation and D-Class personnel are to cooperatively fulfill the request if possible. Otherwise, the D-Class personnel is to tell SCP-6332 the request cannot be fulfilled. In the event SCP-6332 reaches the outer layer, Foundation personnel are to request that it goes back to the inside layer. If it refuses, Foundation personnel are to release naphthalene gas in the outside layer until SCP-6332 returns. Description: SCP-6332 is a salamander biologically resembling the Ambystoma maculatum2. However, SCP-6332 is physically more resistant to injury than its non-anomalous counterparts and is estimated to be able to withstand blasts equivalent to up to 1.2 3 kilotons of TNT. Through unknown means, SCP-6332 is capable of coherently speaking and understanding all known languages. SCP-6332 utilizes these vocalizations in order to make requests, henceforth referred to as 6332-A events. Failure to adhere to these requests results in a variety of potential consequences involving an anomalous explosive force henceforth referred to as 6332-B events. The means by which SCP-6332 is able to manifest these events is unknown. However, the nature of SCP-6332 suggests that 6332-B events are a byproduct of its emotional state in response to unfulfilled requests. Giving orders or demands to SCP-6332 will result in an immediate 6332-B event that is, in most cases, fatal. Discovery Log Date: 27/03/2021 SCP-6332 was retrieved from Algonquin Provincial Park, Ontario, Canada, by Provisional Task Force Tau-33 ("Talking Tides"). The Foundation was alerted to the anomaly due to reports of a “talking salamander” and scorched trees. Transcription of the body camera of the Tau-33 leader ("Tsunami") is provided below. Discovery Log Transcript Task Force Assigned: Provisional Task Force Tau-33 "Talking Tides" Task Force: "Tsunami", "Hurricane", "Maelstrom", "Waterspout" <Begin Log> Control: Remember, all we know is the thing talks. Stay focused; we don't know what it can do. Don’t forget about the reports of “scorched trees”, either. Tsunami: Understood. Tsunami: Eyes up, team. In-and-out in less than thirty, just like always. Hurricane, Maelstrom, Waterspout: Yes sir. [Tau-33 head towards the last reported location of SCP-6332.] Waterspout: I have eyes on the target. Tsunami: What's the situation like? Waterspout: Target seems docile, but the ground is scorched, similar to previous reports. Tsunami: Alright. Hurricane, Maelstrom, keep your distance and eyes on the target. Waterspout, we're movin' in. Waterspout: Understood. Stay cautious, though. Looks like this thing's got somethin' nasty up its sleeve. Maelstrom: Salamanders don't have sleeves, Water. Waterspout: Try to stay focused for more than a couple seconds. Hurricane: We're about to engage with the target, now's not the time for back n' forth. [Tsunami and Waterspout approach SCP-6332. SCP-6332 looks in their direction, but otherwise does not react.] Tsunami: (To SCP-6332) Hey, why don't you come with us? [SCP-6332 does not respond. It turns to face Tsunami.] [Tsunami carefully reaches for SCP-6332. SCP-6332 takes several steps backwards.] [SCP-6332's skin starts to emit a small amount of orange light.] Waterspout: Get back! Something's not right! [Tsunami jumps backwards. An explosive goes off from SCP-6332's location. Tsunami is launched several meters backwards. Flames cover the camera lens.] Tsunami: (Whispers) Shit. Maelstrom: Status? Waterspout: Got a few burns. Nasty little creature. Maelstrom: Looked like it hurt. Any orders? Hurricane: Awaiting further instruction. Tsunami: (To Control) SCP-6332 seems to be capable of spontaneous combustion and explosive force. It seems unharmed despite being the hypocenter. Control: Understood. Proceed with caution. Tsunami: We're gonna have to get it to come with us quietly. If we try to beat it with force… Waterspout: Moving in. Maelstrom, Hurricane, let me know if you see anything strange. [Waterspout keeps their distance from SCP-6332.] Waterspout: (To SCP-6332) This is your chance to come with us quietly. [SCP-6332 does not respond] Waterspout: This is an order. Don't force our hand. SCP-6332: No thanks! [Camera footage shows Waterspout emit an orange glow. Multiple distinct cracking sounds can be heard, followed by a low rumble. Waterspout collapses to the ground, and black smoke rises from their corpse.] Maelstrom: Jesus! Hurricane: Holy hell… Tsunami: Fuck! (To Control) Waterspout's down… Control: Understood. Can you complete the mission? [Several seconds of silence.] Tsunami: I have an idea, but I'm not sure if it'll work. Maelstrom: Are you insane?! We just saw Water's insides reduced to fucking mush! Tsunami: Maels- Maelstrom: I say we come back with backup, a plan, equipment—something better than a hunch at least! Tsunami: This isn't just a talking salamander; who knows what kind of damage it can cause. I think I've figured it out and I'm willing to risk it. Time is not on our side, here. Tsunami: (To Control) I'm engaging with SCP-6332. Control: Understood. Don't do anything stupid. [Tsunami keeps their distance from SCP-6332. SCP-6332 starts eating a worm.] Tsunami: (To SCP-6332) Hey. [SCP-6332 raises its head and looks at Tsunami] Tsunami: Will you come with us, please? SCP-6332: Yes! Can Eda come, too? Tsunami: Eda? SCP-6332: Yes, Eda! [Tsunami pauses for a moment.] Tsunami: Yes, Eda can come. Will you tell us where they are, please? SCP-6332: They said they'd come back soon! Tsunami: Alright. We can come back and get them later, okay? SCP-6332: Okay! <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-6332 willingly followed Tsunami, and Tau-33 successfully delivered SCP-6332 to Site-33. It was noted that SCP-6332 may respond positively to requests given to it, in ways that may otherwise seem unnatural. Additionally, Tsunami opted to report that they felt the latter half of the transcript was incorrect. When asked to elaborate, they were unable to give a direct answer. Addendum 6332-1: Interview with SCP-6332 Interviewer: Dr. Sal Interviewee: SCP-6332 Date: 29/03/2021 Foreword: Dr. Sal asked SCP-6332 for permission to interview it in order to minimize possible emotional turmoil. <Begin Log> Dr. Sal: Hey, SCP-6332. Is it alright if I ask a few questions? SCP-6332: Yes! Dr. Sal: Great. So, can you tell me how you're able to talk, please? SCP-6332: Yes! Eda asked me to! Dr. Sal: Eda? Can you tell us who Eda is, please? SCP-6332: No thanks! She said don't tell anyone! Dr. Sal: Can you tell us where to find her? SCP-6332: No thanks! She said she'd come back soon! Has Eda come back yet? I'm bored! Dr. Sal: We'll investigate. Do you happen to know Eda’s last name? SCP-6332: Yes! Dr. Sal: Can you tell me, please? SCP-6332: No thanks! She said don't tell anyone! [Dr. Sal quickly writes something down.] Dr. Sal: I think that'll be all for now. Thank you for your cooperation. <End Log> Closing Statement: Investigations are currently ongoing to determine the location of possible suspects with the first name "Eda". Dr. Sal opted to report feelings of discomfort in regards to the logs. When asked why he felt the report was necessary, he was unable to give a clear answer. Addendum 6332-2: Event 6332-B-1 Log Event 6332-B-1 Date: 01/04/2021 Event Description: An explosion occurred in the west wing of Site-33, causing a temporary containment breach of the following anomalies: [REDACTED]. The explosion is estimated to have been equivalent to 0.3 kilotons of TNT. Additional Notes: Following this event, Dr. Sal sent a D-Class personnel equipped with a body camera into SCP-6332's enclosure to communicate with it. The transcript of the body camera footage is attached below. 6332-2 Transcript Date: 01/04/2021 Personnel: D-913 <Begin Log> (Dr. Sal talks to D-913 through his earpiece.) Dr. Sal: Head up to the second door and standby. D-913: Uh, alright. [D-913 reaches the second door. Several minutes of silence pass.] Dr. Sal: Alright, we’re opening the door now. Recite the rules back to me. D-913: (Sighs) ‘Don’t make sudden movements, and don’t give orders. Phrase your sentences as questions when appropriate.’ Dr. Sal: Good. Head inside, we’re watching the footage right now. [D-913 slowly approaches SCP-6332. The enclosure is covered in thick soot.] Dr. Sal: Okay, that’s close enough. Now, ask it if you can talk to it. D-913: You want me to talk to a literal salamander? Dr. Sal: You are to listen to what we tell you to do. This is very important. D-913: Alright, I guess. (To SCP-6332) Hey, is it alright if I talk with you? SCP-6332: (Angry tone) YES! D-913: Jesus, okay, it really can talk. (To Dr. Sal) I don’t think this guy’s friendly… Dr. Sal: That’s alright, as long as it said yes. Keep going. Ask it if it can stop the explosions. D-913: Explosions? What the hell are you talking about? Dr. Sal: None of your concern, D-913. Do not question your orders, please. This is a serious matter. D-913: (Whispers) Whatever. D-913: (To SCP-6332) Hey little guy, will you please stop the explosions? SCP-6332: No thanks! Dr. Sal: Ask it why it won’t stop. D-913: (To SCP-6332) Is there a reason you won’t stop the explosions? SCP-6332: Yes! D-913: Why is that? SCP-6332: I want to see Eda again! Where is Eda! Eda said she’d come back! [SCP-6332 proceeded to talk about Eda for another 24 seconds. This has been omitted for the sake of brevity.] Dr. Sal: Alright, we’ll have to look further int- SCP-6332: (Shouting) Bring me Eda, please! D-913: Hey, uh, they’re gonna look for Eda, okay? SCP-6332: No! Bring me Eda, please! Dr. Sal: Let it know we can’t at the moment, but that the investigation is currently ongoing. D-913: (To SCP-6332) Hey, little guy, sorry but we don’t know where Eda i- [The camera footage is overpowered by an orange glow. D-913 expresses an unusual warmth inside his body. Seconds later, the camera footage cuts out and the microphone is rendered useless.] <End Log> + Show SCiPNET Email - Hide SCiPNET Email To: Site-33 Personnel From: Dr. Sal Subject: RE:Prevention of 6332-B events. Following the events of 6332-B-1, personnel are prohibited from interacting directly with SCP-6332. Despite using all information available to us, SCP-6332 clearly has other anomalous properties that remain unknown, and at this time it is too dangerous to find out what those are. In future research, D-Class personnel are to be used in cases where personnel are necessary. Effective immediately, Protocol D is to be enacted to minimize collateral damage. Stay safe, – Dr. Sal Addendum 6332-3: Protocol D Incident 1A Incident 1A Date: 08/04/2021 Event Description: During the enactment of Protocol D, SCP-6332 requested to meet with Dr. Sal. Additional Notes: Transcription of Dr. Sal’s body camera footage is provided below. Incident 1A Transcript Date: 08/04/2021 Personnel: Dr. Sal <Begin Log> [Dr. Sal walks into the inner layer of SCP-6332’s containment.] Dr. Sal: Hello, SCP-6332. SCP-6332: Hi! Dr. Sal: Can you tell me why you wanted to see me? SCP-6332: No thanks! [Short pause] SCP-6332: Tell me where you live! Dr. Sal: W-what? SCP-6332: Tell me where you live, please! [Dr. Sal takes a short pause, and tells SCP-6332 his address.] SCP-6332: Thank you! Dr. Sal: Can I leave now? SCP-6332: No thanks! Bring Eda to me, please! [Short pause] Dr. Sal: Bring you Eda? SCP-6332: Yes please! Dr. Sal: (Whispering) Shit. [Short pause] Dr. Sal: (Sighs) Eda can’t be found. Sorry, SCP-6332, but that can’t be done. [SCP-6332 does not respond. SCP-6332 starts emitting an orange glow. Dr. Sal braces. A minute of silence has been omitted for brevity.] Dr. Sal: A-Aren’t you gonna kill me? SCP-6332: No thanks! Dr. Sal: Wait then… what did you… [Short pause] Dr. Sal: Oh god… please don’t tell me… SCP-6332: I wanted to see Eda! [Dr. Sal falls to the floor.] SCP-6332: You must’ve done something to Eda! Eda promised she’d come back! Leave me alone now! Control: Dr. Sal, we have a report of an explosion at your house. [Dr. Sal remains silent, and leaves SCP-6332’s containment enclosure.] <End Log> NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Information contained in the following document has been anomalously altered. It is likely that reading said documents will expose you to anomalous effects. Caution is advised. Addendum: Investigation results Level 4 Clearance Required Access Granted Investigation regarding Eda Results: - Was involved in the origin of SCP-6332’s anomalous traits. - Has a desire to withhold information about themselves from others. - Is deceased. - Is not anomalous. - Their name is Eda. - has yet to meet with SCP-6332 again. Additional Notes: Researchers tasked with the investigation of Eda unanimously agreed that the information in this document was incorrect. It is therefore hypothesized that information regarding Eda is self-contained (i.e. antimemetic), and that records regarding Eda are anomalously altered. Despite an alleged “alteration”, update logs of these investigation results show no extraordinary changes. Information deemed “incorrect” by the researchers tasked with this investigation has been crossed out. Footnotes 1. 1000000 kilograms. 2. Colloquially referred to as a spotted salamander. |
SCP-6333 | keter | Crown of SCP-6333-2C (assigned Site-19), longest-lived Yggdrasil-variant in Foundation care. Approximate age and height when pictured: 150 years, 3.7 meters. Item #: SCP-6333 [δ-level tier documentation access] Special Containment Procedures: Standard access level protocols (i.e., Level-4 and Level-5 permissions) do not apply to SCP-6333 documentation. Access to preliminary SCP-6333 documentation is provided to Site Directors of facilities containing a minimum of 100 officially designated SCP anomalies. Site Directors may provide O5-approved abridged versions of SCP-6333 documentation to their designated emergency successor(s) as desired. Access to comprehensive documentation (designated across five access tiers) may be requested by Site Directors whose corresponding Sites have successfully maintained care of an SCP-6333-2 instance for at least three consecutive decades. All SCP-6333-1 instances are to be carefully cataloged and kept in high-priority secure storage at Sites designated by O5 Council member consensus. Instances not pertaining to hardwood tree species may be requested for use when seeking uncontained SCP-6333-1 instances. Permission from a majority of O5 Council members is required prior to the planting of any SCP-6333-1 instances. SCP-6333-2 containment chambers must be equipped with air filtration systems, artificial sunlight lamps, water distillation pumps, and gardening supplies as appropriate. Manufactured objects containing iron are not permitted within SCP-6333-2 enclosures. Ideally, SCP-6333-2 instances are to be contained underground, though exceptions may be made for instances that exceed 3 meters in height. A team of at least 10 onsite researchers, led by the Site Director, is to be assigned to each Site’s SCP-6333-2 instance. As of 2020, the 12 largest Foundation facilities worldwide each possess one SCP-6333-2 instance that has exceeded 50 years of age. Foundation Sites seeking to host a SCP-6333-2 instance must petition the O5 Council with a detailed analysis of containment history, personnel psychological evaluations, employee turnover statistics, and resource allocation budgeting. Due to the extreme scarcity of SCP-6333-1 and surviving SCP-6333-2 instances, experimentation involving SCP-6333 is to be kept at an absolute minimum. Description: SCP-6333 refers to a set of plant-based anomalies, SCP-6333-1 and SCP-6333-2. SCP-6333-1 are anomalous seeds, primarily of plant species commonly sold as indoor houseplants for hobbyists. SCP-6333-1 instances are visually and physically identical to non-anomalous variants, but will produce visible and infrared light of increasing intensity when in close proximity to other SCP-6333-1 and SCP-6333-2 instances. SCP-6333-2 refers to plants grown from SCP-6333-1 instances. The noted variations between SCP-6333-2 instances and their non-anomalous counterparts are as follows: SCP-6333-2 possess extremely heightened longevity. SCP-6333-2 grow into increasingly warped and irregular forms as they age, eventually only vaguely resembling their apparent species. SCP-6333-2 do not produce seeds or flowers. SCP-6333-2 flourish best when kept in the same vicinity as other anomalous objects, particularly living anomalous entities. The area of effect for this attribute increases with the age of the SCP-6333-2 instance. SCP-6333-2 exhibit immediate negative reactions1 when artificial substances2 are applied to any part of the plant. SCP-6333-2 grant positive effects to individuals that they recognize as caretakers,3 during certain stages of cultivation. (See Addendum-6333-1.) Addendum-6333-1 δ-level - List of SCP-6333-2 instances, and assigned Sites, catalogued within the past 10 years: SCP-6333-2AE, personal adornments retained. Instance #: SCP-6333-2AE Assigned Site: Site-64 Species: Euphorbia pulcherrima (poinsettia) Anomaly Variant: “Gaokerena” Recovery Details: Obtained from an apartment in Oregon, United States. Initial caretaker was a graphic designer4 who relied on freelance commissions for income. Analysis of the soil composition indicated the presence of partially decayed organic matter, likely composted byproducts of the caretaker’s cooking. Specific Observations: SCP-6333-2AE responds well to application of various types of fertilizers and nutrient mixes. On days when fertilizer was applied to SCP-6333-2AE, reports were noted of staff within the Site suddenly recovering from minor ailments, such as allergies, fatigue, and aches. Care Modification History: While commercially produced fertilizers are viable, SCP-6333-2AE appears to respond best to handmade or naturally produced nutrient additives, such as food waste compost produced on-Site and waste water from freshwater aquariums. Provided the health of SCP-6333-2AE is retained, researchers assigned to it will be transitioning from using both commercial and handmade fertilizers, to using solely non-commercial fertilizers. SCP-6333-2AF, before growth supports added. Instance #: SCP-6333-2AF Assigned Site: Site-36 Species: Gymnocalicium mihanowichii (grafted moon cacti) Anomaly Variant: “Jianmu” Recovery Details: Obtained from a street food stand in Kolkata, India. The vendor5 was noted to have had no formal education, but demonstrated significant aptitude for learning to speak new languages. Locals familiar with the vendor reported witnessing them frequently speak to SCP-6333-2AF when practicing new words in foreign languages. Specific Observations: Following initial transport of the instance to Site-36, personnel noted that it appeared discolored and did not respond well to usual plant care. One of the researchers assigned to the entity took the initiative to recite nursery rhymes and tongue-twisters in three languages to SCP-6333-2AF for thirty minutes, following which the instance’s coloration returned to its initial state. The researcher has been commended for their quick thinking. Care Modification History: (Tentatively assigned.) A designated team of researchers is to rotate schedules for reading aloud to SCP-6333-2AF for three hours each day. Reading material is to be submitted and approved by the Site Director. Priority is given to determining whether SCP-6333-2AF exhibits preferences for certain kinds of listening material. Intelligence test batteries have been requested to determine if these reading sessions affect the research team in any way. SCP-6333-2AG, in original pot. Instance #: SCP-6333-2AG Assigned Site: Site-45 Species: Drosanthemum floribundum (rosea ice plant) Anomaly Variant: “Yax imix che” Recovery Details: Obtained from the office space6 of a National Park near Perth, Australia. Animals of the park had previously been targeted by poachers. Recent observations indicated fewer poaching attempts due to trespassers experiencing a sudden loss of ability to navigate the park space. Specific Observations: SCP-6333-2AG seems to attract more ambient flying pests than other instances. Pests approaching SCP-6333-2AG abruptly lose sense of direction upon entering within a 500cm radius of its container. Individuals tasked with removal of pests, upon successful completion of the task, report that for the following few hours, they are able to automatically identify the shortest and most efficient pathways to various locations within the Site. Care Modification History: Current care plan is sufficient. Suggestions raised regarding potential D-Class experimentation to determine if disorientation effect can be manifested upon humans in a controlled setting. SCP-6333-2C-α, post-blessing. Instance #: SCP-6333-2C-α Assigned Site: Site-19 Species: Pachira aquatica (money tree) Anomaly Variant: “Yggdrasil” Recovery Details: Successfully pruned from SCP-6333-2C and rooted, blessed as viable by Serpent’s Hand clerics. One of two cuttings in the first recorded successful human-initiated propagation of SCP-6333-2. Specific Observations: No immediate effects noted. However, Serpent’s Hand associates have acknowledged SCP-6333-2C-α generating what they believe to be an “immature Way”. Such a gateway would allow for single-direction travel to the Wanderers’ Library should SCP-6333-2C-α continue to mature in good health. Care Modification History: Current care plan is sufficient. Discussions underway regarding additional protections should a complete Way entry manifest. SCP-6333-2C-β, post-blessing. Instance #: SCP-6333-2C-β Location: [unknown] Species: Pachira aquatica (money tree) Anomaly Variant: “Yggdrasil” Recovery Details: Successfully pruned from SCP-6333-2C and rooted, blessed as viable by Serpent’s Hand clerics. One of two cuttings in the first recorded successful human-initiated propagation of SCP-6333. Specific Observations: SCP-6333-2C-β has exhibited the most extensive and immediate recorded root growth, requiring multiple container changes to accommodate its increasingly large root system. As of last recorded behavioral log, SCP-6333-2C-β has produced additional anomalies. Specifically, all handheld pipettes used to dispense water in the enclosure now repel loose particulate matter (dirt, dust, etc.) and, if left atop freshly turned earth, will cause seedlings to sprout from beneath the pipette and grow in a linear trail towards SCP-6333-2C-β. Care Modification History: Per a non-unanimous O5 majority vote, to avoid further containment breaches and to better ascertain the health of SCP-6333-2C-β, the instance has been released to Serpent’s Hand custody. Records will become available from SH caregivers when the instance is settled in its new habitat. Addendum-6333-2 δ-level: The first SCP-6333-1 instances came into Foundation possession in February of 1979, when a conference of ambassadors was called between the Foundation and various tentatively allied Groups of Interest. The Serpent’s Hand provided each convoy with three SCP-6333-1 instances, after ascertaining each group’s ability to cultivate, rather than exploit, the eventual SCP-6333-2 entity. The Foundation was one of the few groups informed of the exact mechanics of the “seeking” effect SCP-6333-1 instances possess. It is currently unknown how many SCP-6333 instances remain outside of Foundation guardianship. Based on current consensus, resources will remain devoted to the care and protection of current SCP-6333 entities, rather than attempting to seize the instances in the custody of antagonistic Groups of Interest. Should SCP-6333-2 instances be determined capable of manifesting autonomous anomalous entities, a reconnaissance team is to be formed to collect information on the progression of other Groups’ SCP-6333-2 instances. If necessary, the Foundation will attempt to convene a second conference. It has been proposed that allowing multiple Groups of Interest to continue cultivating SCP-6333, regardless of intent, will result solely in positive consequences for all groups, regardless of existing alliances. Whether this is truly the case remains to be determined. Footnotes 1. Wilting, discoloration, decay 2. Most commonly plastics and chemical pesticides 3. It is currently unknown how SCP-6333-2 are able to discern caregivers from other personnel within the same Site. Observation of more senior SCP-6333-2 instances suggests that after an instance in good health reaches a certain age, all intelligent entities within its area of effect will benefit from its anomalous properties. 4. Full dose of amnestics applied. The individual in question was provided a long-term sponsorship from a Foundation front company. 5. Partial dose of amnestics applied. The individual was given a restaurant contract and new housing accommodations for their family. 6. No amnestics deemed necessary due to low attention paid to the plant. Instance was replaced with a near-identical non-anomalous variant. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6333" by Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6333. Licensed under CC-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: gaokerena.jpg, jianmu.jpg, yaximixche.jpg, yggdrasila.jpg, yggdrasilb.jpg, yggdrasil.jpg Author: Zyn License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-6334 | euclid | Item#: 6334 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Current containment efforts are focused on locating any potential remaining instances of SCP-6334, and to uncover possible sources of SCP-6334. As of now, SCP-6334 instances appear to be incapable of survival in containment, rendering captured instances effectively self-neutralizing. The remains of current and future instances of SCP-6334 are to be stored in a standard object locker in the Light Containment Wing of Site-14, in the event that further autopsy or research is required. Description: SCP-6334 refers to an unknown number of small mammals, such as cats, squirrels, and dogs, entirely composed out of waste materials such as scrap metal, cardboard, and glass. Instances behave identically to their non-anomalous counterparts, though lack all typical biological functions. Despite this, SCP-6334 instances do require sustenance, in the form of an ever-changing diet of different objects (including paper, stone, gemstones, etc.). SCP-6334 instances are incapable of searching for food independently, and entirely rely on humans for survival. Instances are believed to have minor telepathic abilities, in order to communicate their current requirements for food. Information on SCP-6334 is minimal, as the only recovered instance expired after two days in containment. Extensive records however were recorded in a journal confiscated from the only known owner of an SCP-6334 instance (See Recovered Log 6334-A). + Access File: Recovered Log 6334-A - Close Logs recovered from a small hardback journal, found within a double locked cabinet in the apartment of Alan Hunt, found to possess an SCP-6334 instance prior to Foundation intervention. Irrelevant entries have been removed for brevity. Some weird shit is going on. I'm glad I've already got this journal or else I'd need to get a new one, because I need to write about this. I went on my walk through 39th, and as usual, I went off course, got distracted by another path. I don't think I've ever gone - On topic: Way too hot out for any normal wildlife to be going around, I think I saw a squirrel here or there but whatever animals I've seen before were probably hiding in trees or something. I don't really know if I'd call it an alley, or a small road. It ran behind the Safeway so I guess it was for shipping or garbage or something like that. Not sure. Smelled terrible, not that I really minded. The view was kinda interesting, and I ended up seeing a lot of new things I hadn't looked at before. Those things were garage doors and marked parking spaces but still interesting nonetheless. And then I saw something move. I had no clue what it was. For a second I thought it was a stray or something, maybe an oversized squirrel, but not normal. It was whining like a dog but made of metal? Something like this: [Below is a small sketch of an SCP-6334 instance, resembling a Golden Retriever breed of Canis Lupus Familiaris] Made entirely of trash. Garbage. Metal, glass, I think I ever saw some paperwork on the damn thing. And it looked exactly like Chip. I can't explain why, and Chip's eyes weren't made of glass, but something about it just looked the same. I just. I don't know. And then it rushed me. I screamed, pretty loudly, but I guess I'm glad nobody heard me, as now it's sitting in the dog cage behind me. Alright, it's been a bit, and I think I've got a handle on this thing. It's acting just like a dog, it sounds just like a dog (somehow), but it's not a dog. I think. I still have some of Chip's old supplies dog stuff to use for this thing, as it seems to like it. It's already used to me, trying to play (I think), and coming up. Doesn't seemed scared at all for just being found by a stranger. I'd send it to a rescue shelter but I don't know what they're gonna do with the thing. I don't really know if I need to feed it, I tried giving it fresh kibble I had laying around and it didn't seem interested; didn't even seem to notice it. I improvised, and gave it access to my waste-basket, just on a hunch, and that seemed to do the trick. I can barely tell where it's mouth was but it seemed to like it, so at least it's not gonna starve. If that was even a possibility in the first place. I grabbed Chip's leash off the wall because I thought I was going to take him on a walk. I'm such a fucking idiot. I think he asked me for money today. I'm not sure, but I glanced over at it and somehow I just knew. Trash wouldn't work anymore. I think. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, this is magic after all (I think) I got a dollar, rolled it up, and put it in the trash bin, and waited. It took some time, but eventually it came over, ignored the trash and went for the bill. If that keeps up I'm not sure how sustainable it is but at least it seems sated for now. I came back home and I heard crying coming from the other room, so I rushed to check if he was okay, and I'm not really sure. I swear it shrunk, at least a little. And fuck, it looked so sad. Curled up and sobbing. No tears but it's the most terrible sound. People who say the brain reacts most to a crying baby are wrong. I panicked, and rushed to grab my wallet. That seemed to do the trick. It still hasn't grown back yet but at least it calmed down. He pounced me, tail wagging and all afterwards but I'm not sure what to think. This whole thing has my head fucked and I just don't know how to react. shitshitshitshit Okay So, it talked again. Sort of. I don't know how to describe it. I know what it needed or something. A speed limit sign. That's so specific and I guess it just wants to eat the metal? Was eating half the trash can not enough? I thought of making an improvised one or building something but I just don't think that'll work. This is fucking insane, and I just don't think I can do it. No matter how much it cries. It worked. I gave it the sign and it grew back to it's normal size. Thank fuck. I took him out for a walk tonight. Right when it got too dark for people to get a glance of him. Secret or not keeping a dog indoors at all times is not okay, and I'm trying my best to help him feel better. He just looks so sad all the time. Even without eyes I can just feel it looking at them. I feel like we have a mutual understanding. It can tell I've been through a lot, I can tell it's been through a lot, and now we're both surviving together. It feels nice to have a partner by my side again. He's there for me. Photos, now it wants photos. That's not too bad, and at least it's not vandalism this time. I couldn't find any laying around so I gave it my phone. I wasn't sure if it'd wipe the photos from it or just eat it but I trust him to not do more than he's asking. It did eat my phone. I can't be mad, he didn't know what he was doing, it's just a dog after all. The next four pages have been torn out of the journal The ring. The ring I bought for Jessie. It wants needs the ring. I nearly got evicted for missing rent with the amount I spent on it (I should have thrown it away or sold it back like they suggested), so I'm at a loss. I can't let him die, I can't hear that crying again. It's not like she'd need it anyway, anymore at least. He needed something again, and I gave it to him. I love him so much, and I'm so happy I was given the opportunity to be here for him. The Foundation was informed of the existence of SCP-6334 after several sightings of a 'metallic creature' were reported to the local police department. Imbedded Foundation agents began an investigation, and a cover-up was performed following standard protocol. On September 15th, 2016, two plain-clothed MTF agents were sent to retrieve SCP-6334 (See Recovery Log) + Access File: Recovery Log - Close Footage taken from the body-camera of Agent Fielder (Alongside Agent Stevens), transcribed. Both were instructed to sedate and perform on-site amnestic treatment to Alan Hunt, before retrieving SCP-6334. [BEGIN LOG] Time is 9pm, both agents enter apartment through back door after remote scans show a lack of security cameras. Agents proceed to search apartment for approximately one minute before a faint voice can be heard from behind a door. Agent Fielder holds up his arm, and both stop. Alan: Good boy, good boy. Huh? No, no, no. Not now, I just fed you, I don't have enough of that. Come on, please. I don't know if I can. Alan pauses, before footsteps can be heard from behind the door. Both agents step backwards, however are unable to hide before the door is opened. Alan: Huh, what the fuck? Holy shit! Agent Fielder raises his weapon, loaded with non lethal ammunition Fielder: Quiet! We're not here to hurt you, we just need you to calm down, we'll explain. Alan: Not here to hurt me, then put the fucking gun away! Alan takes several steps back and attempts to shut the door, however Stevens blocks off the doorway, preventing it from shutting. Alan rushes to the back of the room, and briefly glances at the SCP-6334 instance, before rushing to grab it, and tripping into the ground. Alan: Fuck, if this was a robbery I'd be dead by now, you guys are probably after him! Get the fuck away from him, I won't let you take Chip! Fielder: Please calm down, we aren't going to hurt you, or the dog. Agent Fielder lowers his weapon and holds one hand up, approaching Alan slowly. Alan: No! Get the fuck away from him! Alan lunges at Fielder, but is quickly incapacitated and rendered unconscious via several rounds from Stevens' weapon. After confirming Alan's medical stability, a thorough search of his apartment is performed, resulting in the location of a journal containing relevant information to SCP-6334. Several photos of a Golden Retreiver are found partially burned in a trash can. Amnestic treatment is administered. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6334" by NewtonsFourth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6334. Licensed under CC-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-6335 | esoteric-class | close Info X Co-written by Limeyy and Ralliston Limeyy's Authorpage Ralliston's Authorpage Item #: SCP-6335 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-6335 instances are to remain under constant surveillance, and any changes in location or behavior must be reported and logged. SCP-6335-A is to remain within orbit indefinitely. Maintenance of its operation is to be considered an Amida-class priority. In the event of an SCP-6335 instance entering the Solar System, the continued secrecy of SCP-6335-A and the Foundation as a whole would no longer be considered necessary. Description: SCP-6335 are a race of massive interplanetary humanoid entities. Although they possess significant morphological and behavioral differences, all observed instances exhibit the following characteristics: a height of over 100 000 km the ability to teleport; aggression towards any celestial bodies encountered, extreme durability to the point of nigh-indestructibility, both damage-wise and aging-wise, biological, carbon-based DNA, lack of consciousness or any communication skills, unknown origin. At present, it is believed that a total of approximately 20 000 SCP-6335 entities exist throughout the observable Milky Way galaxy. SCP-6335-A is an array of hyper-complex mechanical, thaumaturgic, and ontokinetic apparatus, created by the SCP Foundation's Project Heimdall in 1972 and currently located in Earth's low orbit. Designed to protect the Earth against any and all unauthorized outside interaction from HEs,1 SCP-6335-A's current primary objective is the defense of the planet from SCP-6335 entities. SCP-6335-A consists of three main components: SCP-6335-A-1: the central operation module of the unit, disguised as a gigantic US space station in orbit. Accessible only by Foundation project personnel, it acts as the hub from which the other modules are controlled, and can send and receive messages to and from planetside Foundation sites. SCP-6335-A-2: a set of hyper-tuned space radars, capable of intercepting any image or signal within the observable universe. Built with the usage of paratechnology based on SCP-2154's operation method; all of its images represent current-moment events, bypassing the speed of light. SCP-6335-A-3: a net of approximately 3 000 000 000 connected transmitters, forming a planet-wide "protection bubble" utilizing thaumaturgic rituals from the Kodex Tenebra as well as Foundation technology. Though capable of being damaged, physically unmovable and indestructible due to their metaphysically anchored locations and repair drones stationed at each of the transmitters. Addendum 6335-1: Discovery and Historical Context In 1949, during its path towards the Triangulum Galaxy, Foundation deep space probe PATHFINDER recorded exoplanet 55-Cancri-G2 spontaneously rupturing at the surface, before breaking up into space debris. The event was documented as an Extranormal Event until a second planet in the 55-Cancri system underwent a similar process a decade later. Foundation deep space recording technology had sufficiently advanced by this point to discern a massive humanoid entity within the system, presumably responsible for the destruction of 55-cnc-G and F, which was given the provisional designation of SCP-6335. Following further development of Foundation radar technology as a result of Project Heimdall's founding in 1962, numerous other events similar to the original 55-Cancri-G incident were recorded all throughout the observable galaxy.3 To prevent the potential destruction of the Earth within such an event, an emergency summit of the Foundation, GOC, and United Nations coalition was called shortly after. Following unanimous support from all parties involved, Project Fjörgyn was officially authorized in 1961, with the intent to create a permanent defense system to protect Humanity from the apocalyptic threat posed by SCP-6335. Resulting in the creation of SCP-6335-A via cooperation of numerous Foundation and non-Foundation Departments4 in 1972, Project Fjörgyn has proved to be a success, properly setting the infrastructure on Earth's orbit. However, days prior to the project's final activation, it was discovered that, due to the system's nature, once activated, it would be impossible to turn off the metaphysically anchored sub-parts of the SCP-6335-A apparatus from their current locations. As SCP-6335-A's full activation process takes approximately 2 years to set up due to its complexity, the system would need to be turned on as soon as possible to effectively protect the planet. Its activation would be deemed impossible should it be initiated only after an SCP-6335 entity enters the Solar System. However, as the system functions by disallowing any biological mass from exiting or entering Earth's orbit — immediately destroying any that would come into contact with it, activating the system would permanently effectively disallow for any human exploration outside of Earth. In light of this discovery, an emergency summit of the O5 Council was held to ascertain if SCP-6335-A's actual activation would be beneficial to the human race. The following is an abbreviated Council vote summary. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED The following is an official status from the Administrator regarding the project. Twenty-three years ago, we watched a planet get annihilated by a being I'd hesitate to call anything less than a god, snapping it in one half in mere moments. We thought of it as a one-time threat, one being we can kill once and never feel afraid again. But we were wrong. In the face of this apocalyptic threat, we were left with one option: perfect protection of Earth, at the cost that man may never again set foot off it. Earth is both our home and our cradle, and we cannot lose it. No matter how great the cost may be. Addendum 6335-2: 05/02/2023 File Update In the morning of 05/02/2023, all SCP-6335-A systems started acting irrationally, with SCP-6335-A-2 sending out a constant distress signal regarding an approaching SCP-6335 entity towards Earth. When a full Solar System scan revealed no such threat existing, a full scan of SCP-6335-A system's efficiency was called, revealing no malfunction. To stop further panic, the alert was called off, and SCP-6335-A-2 was temporarily disabled. At 18:29 of 05/02/2023 however, gigantic earthquakes were noted to appear all around the globe — in a matter of hours, major population centers, such as New York, Bejing, Tokyo, and Berlin, were all lost. At that moment, SCP-6335-A-2 unpromptly reactivated, inputting an SCP-6335 entity threat signal at a constant rate through all channels. As of writing the document, the earthquakes have doubled in severity, with the globe-wide temperature of the planet rising rapidly at a pace of 1°C every 20 minutes. The reasons for this remain unknown. Minutes following the second SCP-6335-A-2 malfunction, the following message was sent by the office of the Administrator to all Foundation personnel. In the last twenty-four hours, anomalous geological activity has been responsible for the death of approximately 1.3 billion individuals, and shows no signs of ceasing. SCP-6335's file has been released to all personnel, and sites near areas of severe geological activity have been evacuated. Foundation personnel are expected to continue work as able, with full priority to be given to averting the likely XK-Class "End of the World" Scenario currently unfolding. While the situation is still developing, there appears to be only one conclusion: We were right about Earth being a cradle. It just wasn't ours. With thanks to Impperatrix, DodoDevil, Uncle Nicolini. WizzBlizz, and Roundabouts for critique. Footnotes 1. Hostile Extraterrestrials. 2. A celestial body located 500 000 lightyears away from PATHFINDER's destination. 3. Though with a tendency to occur more on planets orbiting stars — current hypothesis holds SCP-6335 entities are lured towards light in density similar to that of a star. Whether this is true is yet to be determined. 4. Including, but not limited to: Department of Megastructure Engineering, Department of Ontokinetics, Department of Extraterrestrial Research, Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority, Department of Thaumaturgy, Department of Defence, High Command, PSYCHE Division, and PHYSICS Division. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6335" by Limeyy and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6335. Licensed under CC-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-6335 | uncontained | close Info X Co-written by Limeyy and Ralliston Limeyy's Authorpage Ralliston's Authorpage Item #: SCP-6335 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-6335 instances are to remain under constant surveillance, and any changes in location or behavior must be reported and logged. SCP-6335-A is to remain within orbit indefinitely. Maintenance of its operation is to be considered an Amida-class priority. In the event of an SCP-6335 instance entering the Solar System, the continued secrecy of SCP-6335-A and the Foundation as a whole would no longer be considered necessary. Description: SCP-6335 are a race of massive interplanetary humanoid entities. Although they possess significant morphological and behavioral differences, all observed instances exhibit the following characteristics: a height of over 100 000 km the ability to teleport; aggression towards any celestial bodies encountered, extreme durability to the point of nigh-indestructibility, both damage-wise and aging-wise, biological, carbon-based DNA, lack of consciousness or any communication skills, unknown origin. At present, it is believed that a total of approximately 20 000 SCP-6335 entities exist throughout the observable Milky Way galaxy. SCP-6335-A is an array of hyper-complex mechanical, thaumaturgic, and ontokinetic apparatus, created by the SCP Foundation's Project Heimdall in 1972 and currently located in Earth's low orbit. Designed to protect the Earth against any and all unauthorized outside interaction from HEs,1 SCP-6335-A's current primary objective is the defense of the planet from SCP-6335 entities. SCP-6335-A consists of three main components: SCP-6335-A-1: the central operation module of the unit, disguised as a gigantic US space station in orbit. Accessible only by Foundation project personnel, it acts as the hub from which the other modules are controlled, and can send and receive messages to and from planetside Foundation sites. SCP-6335-A-2: a set of hyper-tuned space radars, capable of intercepting any image or signal within the observable universe. Built with the usage of paratechnology based on SCP-2154's operation method; all of its images represent current-moment events, bypassing the speed of light. SCP-6335-A-3: a net of approximately 3 000 000 000 connected transmitters, forming a planet-wide "protection bubble" utilizing thaumaturgic rituals from the Kodex Tenebra as well as Foundation technology. Though capable of being damaged, physically unmovable and indestructible due to their metaphysically anchored locations and repair drones stationed at each of the transmitters. Addendum 6335-1: Discovery and Historical Context In 1949, during its path towards the Triangulum Galaxy, Foundation deep space probe PATHFINDER recorded exoplanet 55-Cancri-G2 spontaneously rupturing at the surface, before breaking up into space debris. The event was documented as an Extranormal Event until a second planet in the 55-Cancri system underwent a similar process a decade later. Foundation deep space recording technology had sufficiently advanced by this point to discern a massive humanoid entity within the system, presumably responsible for the destruction of 55-cnc-G and F, which was given the provisional designation of SCP-6335. Following further development of Foundation radar technology as a result of Project Heimdall's founding in 1962, numerous other events similar to the original 55-Cancri-G incident were recorded all throughout the observable galaxy.3 To prevent the potential destruction of the Earth within such an event, an emergency summit of the Foundation, GOC, and United Nations coalition was called shortly after. Following unanimous support from all parties involved, Project Fjörgyn was officially authorized in 1961, with the intent to create a permanent defense system to protect Humanity from the apocalyptic threat posed by SCP-6335. Resulting in the creation of SCP-6335-A via cooperation of numerous Foundation and non-Foundation Departments4 in 1972, Project Fjörgyn has proved to be a success, properly setting the infrastructure on Earth's orbit. However, days prior to the project's final activation, it was discovered that, due to the system's nature, once activated, it would be impossible to turn off the metaphysically anchored sub-parts of the SCP-6335-A apparatus from their current locations. As SCP-6335-A's full activation process takes approximately 2 years to set up due to its complexity, the system would need to be turned on as soon as possible to effectively protect the planet. Its activation would be deemed impossible should it be initiated only after an SCP-6335 entity enters the Solar System. However, as the system functions by disallowing any biological mass from exiting or entering Earth's orbit — immediately destroying any that would come into contact with it, activating the system would permanently effectively disallow for any human exploration outside of Earth. In light of this discovery, an emergency summit of the O5 Council was held to ascertain if SCP-6335-A's actual activation would be beneficial to the human race. The following is an abbreviated Council vote summary. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED The following is an official status from the Administrator regarding the project. Twenty-three years ago, we watched a planet get annihilated by a being I'd hesitate to call anything less than a god, snapping it in one half in mere moments. We thought of it as a one-time threat, one being we can kill once and never feel afraid again. But we were wrong. In the face of this apocalyptic threat, we were left with one option: perfect protection of Earth, at the cost that man may never again set foot off it. Earth is both our home and our cradle, and we cannot lose it. No matter how great the cost may be. Addendum 6335-2: 05/02/2023 File Update In the morning of 05/02/2023, all SCP-6335-A systems started acting irrationally, with SCP-6335-A-2 sending out a constant distress signal regarding an approaching SCP-6335 entity towards Earth. When a full Solar System scan revealed no such threat existing, a full scan of SCP-6335-A system's efficiency was called, revealing no malfunction. To stop further panic, the alert was called off, and SCP-6335-A-2 was temporarily disabled. At 18:29 of 05/02/2023 however, gigantic earthquakes were noted to appear all around the globe — in a matter of hours, major population centers, such as New York, Bejing, Tokyo, and Berlin, were all lost. At that moment, SCP-6335-A-2 unpromptly reactivated, inputting an SCP-6335 entity threat signal at a constant rate through all channels. As of writing the document, the earthquakes have doubled in severity, with the globe-wide temperature of the planet rising rapidly at a pace of 1°C every 20 minutes. The reasons for this remain unknown. Minutes following the second SCP-6335-A-2 malfunction, the following message was sent by the office of the Administrator to all Foundation personnel. In the last twenty-four hours, anomalous geological activity has been responsible for the death of approximately 1.3 billion individuals, and shows no signs of ceasing. SCP-6335's file has been released to all personnel, and sites near areas of severe geological activity have been evacuated. Foundation personnel are expected to continue work as able, with full priority to be given to averting the likely XK-Class "End of the World" Scenario currently unfolding. While the situation is still developing, there appears to be only one conclusion: We were right about Earth being a cradle. It just wasn't ours. With thanks to Impperatrix, DodoDevil, Uncle Nicolini. WizzBlizz, and Roundabouts for critique. Footnotes 1. Hostile Extraterrestrials. 2. A celestial body located 500 000 lightyears away from PATHFINDER's destination. 3. Though with a tendency to occur more on planets orbiting stars — current hypothesis holds SCP-6335 entities are lured towards light in density similar to that of a star. Whether this is true is yet to be determined. 4. Including, but not limited to: Department of Megastructure Engineering, Department of Ontokinetics, Department of Extraterrestrial Research, Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority, Department of Thaumaturgy, Department of Defence, High Command, PSYCHE Division, and PHYSICS Division. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6335" by Limeyy and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6335. Licensed under CC-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-6336 | safe | Item #: SCP-6336 Special Containment Procedures: Researcher Eric Colroy is to report any further changes in the behavior of SCP-6336 if they arise. Description: SCP-6336 is the reflection of Researcher Eric Colroy. SCP-6336 is slightly out of sync with Colroy's movements, oftentimes performing the entirely wrong action. SCP-6336 has also been observed to habitually glance left and sweat profusely. These behaviors worsen the longer it is continuously monitored. Update: On 2020/31/03, SCP-6336 displayed unprecedented behavior. While Colroy was performing his morning hygiene routine, an individual wearing an unidentified military uniform entered into view of the reflection. The man then forcefully seized SCP-6336, placing a black bag over its head and securing its wrists with cable ties, before exiting out of the view of Colroy's bathroom mirror with SCP-6336. SCP-6336 did not reappear until two weeks later. Upon reappearance, medical gauze was wrapped around the top of its head, bearing circular stains of blood along its scalp line. Otherwise, SCP-6336 is now perfectly in sync with Colroy's movements. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6336" by Lamentte, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6336. Licensed under CC-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-6337 | safe | This is an SCP about a corpse. Item #: SCP-6337 Special Containment Procedures: A tarp has been placed over SCP-6337 for the convenience of others. Description: SCP-6337 is the corpse of Site Director Kiran Bachnan. It is currently in the Site 8 break room. SCP-6337 is a corpse because it doesn't move or speak. Over time, SCP-6337 will leak fluids and produce foul odors. Insects will congregate around it and lay their eggs. Its skin will sag, its eyes will grow dim, and its face will become lined. As putrefaction sets in, SCP-6337's flesh will lose cohesion and slough off, leaving only its skeleton intact. The skeleton will then eventually erode and become a pile of dust. Decomposition takes about three weeks, depending on the environment surrounding the body. Because the Site 8 break room is cold and dry, SCP-6337 will be preserved for a long time before decomposition begins. Temperature analysis of the body shows that it is still warm. Despite the diversity of carrion insects at Site 8, no insects have been found on SCP-6337. To facilitate scientific understanding, Site 8 researchers have been given access to the break room cameras to observe SCP-6337. A forum will be held at the end of the day to discuss their findings. Addendum 6337-1 (Discovery): SCP-6337 was discovered after Senior Researcher Hoya entered the break room and inferred that it was a corpse. 2007-12-26 7:12 AM [Senior Researcher Hoya enters the break room. SCP-6337 is seated at one of the tables. Its face is buried inside a chocolate cake.] Hoya: What are you doing? You can't sleep here. Hoya: Hello? [Senior Researcher Hoya approaches SCP-6337 and claps 23 times.] Hoya: Oh, it's a corpse. [Senior Researcher Hoya leaves.] Addendum 6337-2 (Observation): SCP-6337 was observed by SCP staff. 2007-12-26 9:51 AM [Senior Researcher Hoya and Agent Xuan enter the break room. They are each carrying a plate of food. SCP-6337 is seated at one of the tables. Its face is inside a chocolate cake.] Xuan: The, um, the lights. If you point a camera at them, you can see lines crawling down the room. Hoya: Uh huh. Xuan: Haven't you seen that before? [Senior Researcher Hoya takes a seat at an empty table. Agent Xuan pulls the chair opposite to her but accidentally snags the tarp off SCP-6337.] Xuan: Oh, sorry. [Agent Xuan smiles politely at SCP-6337 then sits down.] Xuan: So I'm wondering if — the same thing happens when you look at ceiling fans, right? Does that mean fluorescent lights blink really, really fast all the time? Hoya: TV screens also do the same thing. Xuan: Because they're on a set frame rate, right? But why do lights need to do that? Hoya: I don't know? It saves money, I think. [SCP-6337 slowly lifts its head.] SCP-6337: Ugh… Xuan: How much money would that actually save over a long period of time? Hoya: Um, it adds up, probably. It's probably cheap to make them do that, so it saves them more money than it costs. Xuan: Weird. Hoya: Yeah. [Five minutes pass.] Hoya: I found a pregnant cat under a train. Xuan: Oh, nice. [Senior Researcher Hoya and Agent Xuan continue eating.] Addendum 6337-3 (Findings): At noon, Site 8 researchers convened to discuss their findings. After a brief meeting, several action plans were presented. Author: Senior Researcher Hoya Proposal: Subject SCP-6337 to the water cycle by putting it in a river. Result: Denied due to environmental concerns. Author: Containment Officer Camelia Proposal: Bury SCP-6337 with its liquor collection to honor its interests in life. Result: Denied due to promotion of immoral behaviors. Author: Ethics Committee Official Petrie Proposal: Cast SCP-6337 in cement to commemorate its existence. Result: Approved. Addendum 6337-4 (Results): Local blacksmiths were invited to the Site 8 break room. They placed SCP-6337 inside a plaster cast and poured wax on it to create a mold. However, midway through this process, SCP-6337 woke up. This is a log of the interaction 2007-12-26 12:39 PM [Blacksmith Herbert pours wax on top of SCP-6337. It wakes up and starts yelling.] SCP-6337: What the!? [Wax fills SCP-6337's mouth. It stops moving after a while.] The resulting mold was used to create a concrete statue of SCP-6337. It was placed in the Site 8 break room to commemorate SCP-6337's existence. Staff are encouraged to visit the statue while they are on break and reflect on their life. Author's Note Hide Author's Note Hi, everyone. This is my first story. This story is based on an experience I had while at a bar with a co-worker. He passed out on the floor and we had to carry him to the cab. However, while I was carrying him, I thought that if I wanted to, I could dig a hole and bury him alive. A drunk is no different from a corpse, you know? Of course, I dismissed the idea, but it stayed with me. After writing this story, I feel liberated. Now I can have a drink with him again without having these dubious thoughts in my head. Thank you for reading. ✌️ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6337" by syuzhet, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6337. Licensed under CC-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: Shaun_Donovan_official_photo_(cropped).jpg Name: Shaun Donovan, Director, Office of Management and Budget (2014-2017), portrait taken during the commissioned officer portrait session in the Eisenhower Executive Office Building of the White House, September 30, 2014. 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SCP-6338 | safe | Item#: 6338 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6338 is to be kept at all times in a reinforced glass box, with dimensions of 3.5 by 3.5 by 0.5 metres. This box must be transparent enough that the contents can clearly be observed from outside, and should not be covered by any opaque material for any extended length of time. It should also be secured by at least 1 (one) padlock of Class 1 or higher. The box containing SCP-6338 is to be kept atop a 5.5m tall concrete pillar that has been erected especially for this at Foundation Site 18-S in Antarctica. A strict no-fly zone is to be maintained over a 15km radius circle centred on this pillar. Description: SCP-6338 is a 3.02 metre long child's skipping rope. The skipping rope is unfurled into a straight and almost taut configuration, and is placed on a roughly trapezoidal shaped piece of double wall corrugated cardboard (SCP-6338-2). The skipping rope, including its handles, forms a sort of 'barrier' that impedes the progress of any sentient life form attempting to pass over it. It is unclear how high this barrier extends above the rope (see e.g. Interview #1), but experiments have not found any short or long-term effects for sentient life forms passing underneath SCP-6338. The mechanism behind the 'barrier' created by SCP-6338 is unclear, but the way it manifests has been well-studied. Any sentient or near-sentient individual may freely pass over SCP-6338 once with no ill effects. There does not seem to be anything physically preventing a conscious being from crossing the rope a second time, but such beings without fail 'change their mind' before crossing it and abort the attempt. If a conscious being is to be 'forced' across the rope by the actions of another sentient being, then this 'mind changing' property is transferred to the instigator of the attempt, and the attempt will likewise be aborted (see e.g. Interview #2). Experiments have established exactly what classifies as a 'conscious being' for the effects of SCP-6338. All live vertebrates and most invertebrates are unable to cross SCP-6338 a second time, but some extremely simple animals (jellyfish and sponges) seem to be unaffected by it. Artificial intelligences, no matter how advanced, are able to freely cross SCP-6338 an indefinite number of times. To our knowledge, no animate SCP-class objects or persons have ever attempted to cross SCP-6338, and hence the consequences of such an eventuality are unknown. All attempts to separate the skipping rope from the cardboard sheet have thus far failed, and both rope and cardboard are seemingly infinitely rigid. In addition to this, the cardboard sheet cannot be freely reoriented in space, and its top surface is locked to be perpendicular to the local direction of gravity (e.g. the skipping rope is always 'on top' of the cardboard sheet from the perspective of an observer on the ground). Further experimentation on SCP-6338 is considered very low priority, and hence has been suspended since 2016 on ethical and resource allocation grounds. Recovery Log and Containment History: SCP-6338 was recovered by Field Agent Morris on March 12, 2009 from the campus of the University of █████████ in La Serena, Chile. At this time SCP-6338 was held in a storage facility operated by a college fraternity. While at this location, the object received infrequent use as part of an initiation or 'hazing' ritual for new student members of the fraternity, who were tasked with jumping over it without spilling cups of alcohol held in both hands. Interviewees suggested that a member of the fraternity originally found SCP-6338 on a nearby commercial street after noticing that, during peak hours, pedestrians would form a bottleneck rather than cross what they described as a 'weirdly uncomfortable piece of trash1'. Upon recovery, SCP-6338 was transferred to Secure Storage Locker G-859 at Foundation Site KY-5 in Boone County, Kentucky. The object remained secured in this location until a containment review on July 14, 2011, when SCP-6338 was transferred to storage in a new glass containment structure built at KY-5, designed to prevent accidental approaches of the rope. SCP-6338 remained at this location until April 3, 2013. On this date, as a direct result of the Flight 188 incident (see e.g. Interview #1), SCP-6338 was relocated to Site 18-S in Antarctica. SCP-6338 was held at this site without significant incident until January 7, 2016, when an unauthorised person was able to gain access to the object and removed it from its containment (see related text in Document SCP-6338-D01[U]). The containment status of SCP-6338 remained unknown until it was recovered by Field Operatives on October 1, 2016, at the abandoned Soviet Antarctic research station at Sovetskaya. As a result of this incident, the containment procedures for SCP-6338 have been amended to recommend that the box containing it be locked when not in use. Research Note: It was long assumed that SCP-6338 operated by imparting an urge to avoid it onto sentient creatures through some unknown psychocognitive or memetic mechanism. However, extensive experimentation with Class-B Tracer2 mnestics have all but eliminated this possibility. In addition to this, attempts to communicate with SCP-6338 through telepathic means have failed (see experiment notes in SCP-6338-D01[U]), suggesting that SCP-6338 is neither sentient nor possesses a will. Our current best theory on how the SCP-6338 barrier works is a sort of universe-wide survivorship bias. As is well documented, whenever a decision is made by a conscious entity, the universe splits in two at the point the decision is made, with each new universe playing out as if a different decision was reached. Under this theory, there is nothing physically or mentally stopping a conscious being from crossing SCP-6338 a second time, but the consequences of doing so would inevitably result in the The Foundation ceasing to exist. As such, we necessarily must live in a branch of the universe where, by chance, each attempted second crossing of SCP-6338 has been voluntarily aborted. This implies potentially catastrophic implications of a conscious being crossing SCP-6338 a second time; however, as this object was likely initially located on a street in a high-density commercial area, it has likely been crossed many times and resulted in thousands if not millions of causally adjacent dead-end universes with no lingering effects on the universe we currently inhabit. As such, and given the mitigating factor of SCP-6338's extremely remote location, a rating of Safe continues to be recommended. Relevant Interviews: INTERVIEW #1 Interviewed: Clarissa Daniels Interviewer: ██████ Morris, Class-B Researcher at Foundation Site KY-5, in Boone County, Kentucky. Foreword: Clarissa Daniels was the head flight attendant on ██████ Flight 188 from Memphis, Tennessee to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on March 18, 2013. This aircraft is believed to have directly overflown the former location of SCP-6338 when it was stored at Site KY-5. + show interview transcript - hide interview transcript <Begin Log, March 24, 2013, 01:33:16> Morris: So let's get the facts straight, ok? Let's go from the top. How did it all begin? Daniels: Well, the passengers started getting agitated about an hour into the flight… Morris: Passengers plural? We only found one body in the search area. Daniels: Yes two of them, both men, mid-to-late 30s I'd say? Businessman types. I think I recognised both of their faces, I think they flew with us quite often. Anyway, they both just got up out of their seats at the same time. The seatbelt sign was on right then, but… none of us told them to sit back down. I don't really know why, I just… something told me I shouldn't intervene? Morris: Were they travelling together? Daniels: I think so, they were certainly sat near each other. They didn't speak to each other when they went forwards up the aisle, but they both had this damn fierce look of determination written on their faces… Morris: And you didn't think to stop them? Daniels: Of course I did! When two burly young guys storm up towards the cockpit door, you fear the worst right? But I just… I dunno, I just watched it happen… we watched it happen. It wasn't even like we were too afraid to act, I wasn't at least. We all just watched those young those men wrestle with the front left boarding door until they managed to pop it open. Morris: What did you do when they got it open? Daniels: We were all back in our jump seats by the time the decompression started, we all knew what was going to happen and we all knew we needed to be secured. And then there was just chaos; the whole plane filled with freezing cold condensation, all manner of papers and cups and god knows what went flying out the door. It's a good thing the seatbelt signs were already on; a couple people got jostled around pretty roughly, I think a little kid lost a couple of teeth when he bumped his head on the seat in front, but thank God nobody else got seriously hurt. Morris: And the two young men? Daniels: By the time things had calmed down a bit, the Captain had taken us back down to 10,000 feet and we were enroute to our emergency landing in Cincinnati, but those two young men… we never saw them again. Of course we didn't. We just… let them do it, you know? No. Worse than that. We all made a conscious choice not to stop it. Morris: Did either of the casualties say anything during all of this? Daniels: I think… just as they were about to blow out of the aircraft… I think I heard one of them say "Whee". <End Log, March 24, 2013, 01:39:20> Closing Statement: Clarissa Daniels was subsequently transferred to the Foundation Site TN-041, along with the other passengers and crew aboard the aircraft, to have their memories reconditioned to believe the fatalities on Flight 188 were the results of spontaneous heart attacks. The two men who instigated the incident, now identified as ██████ █████ and ███████ ████████, are believed to have been aboard another flight circa 2012 which also crossed over the airspace directly above SCP-6338. The body of ██████ █████ was found in a field near Covington, Kentucky on March 19, and the body of ███████ ████████ was found further south in a heavily wooded area in Gallatin County on March 30. Autopsies indicate that both victims died of catastrophic blunt force trauma caused by a terminal velocity fall. A background search on both victims found no signs of depression or suicidal tendencies. As such, their simultaneous decision to exit the aircraft above Boone County is likely tied to an unconscious decision to avoid crossing the barrier above SCP-6338 a second time. As a result of this incident, SCP-6338 was transferred to its current location at Site 18-S, far from any commercial flightpaths, and a no-fly zone has been established around its location. INTERVIEW #2 Interviewed: ███ Waynright, seasonal Class-C Researcher at Foundation Site 18-S, Antarctica Interviewer: ██████ Morris, permanent Class-C Researcher at Foundation Site 18-S, Antarctica Foreword: Waynright was the Secondary Investigator on Project Mouseover, a series of experiments designed to determine exactly which creatures or other beings can or cannot pass over SCP-6338, which ran from 2013 to 2016. The second phase of the project, starting in 2015, set out to measure the effects of a sentient being crossing the rope not under its own volition, but due to the conscious action of another sentient being. Due to an operational error on the part of Researcher Waynright, the experiment failed and both human subject and vehicle were lost. + show interview transcript - hide interview transcript <Begin Log, December 5, 2015 17:48:01> Morris: So are you going to tell me exactly what went wrong? Waynright: C'mon man, we've been over this! It wasn't my fault! Morris: The only D-Class we got allocated for the month is dead, Morris. We've learned nothing, The Site Director already thinks we're a waste of time, and we're this close to losing our allocation of Class Ds entirely! Waynright: I get that… Morris: And you had the remote control for the vehicle that D-11412 was riding in, correct? Waynright: I mean, yes, but… Morris: So you drove her straight over top of SCP-6338 once as planned, correct? Then you turned the car back around and piloted her back towards the rope? Waynright: Look, stop there, yeah? We… we don't know what we're fucking with here, do we? We don't understand it, we can't control it… I couldn't in good faith drive that damn go-kart back over 6338. Who knows what would have happened to Four-Twelvey? Morris: For God's sake Waynright, this is the whole point of what we do at the Foundation! The whole reason I've devoted 6 years of my life to studying a damned jump rope! The better we understand these anomalies, the better we can contain… wait, did you just call her 'Four-Twelvey'? Waynright does not reply. Morris: Right, ok, whatever. We can discuss your future later. But for now, just to make this clear for the tape: instead of following orders, you veered left at the last moment, so hard that the vehicle skidded off course until it smashed into a rocky outcrop at top speed. This killed D-11412 instantly and destroyed a piece of equipment that, while not particularly expensive, is a huge pain in the ass to transport out onto the Antarctic ice fields. Waynright: I couldn't risk it. I just couldn't alright? Four-Twelvy… I mean, 11412 got so close to the rope, every cell in my body started freaking out. It was more like instinct than a conscious decision, like my nervous system overrode me and jerked my thumb to the left. I was trying to save her. C'mon man, 11412 was a friend. I drank with her, I watched movies with her… Morris: What? D-11412 was provided to us already sealed inside the vehicle, and you only spoke to her once at the start of the test. Did you know her before you joined the Foundation? Christ's sake, you know you have to declare this stuff! Waynright: Well, no… Morris: But you're claiming she was a friend? Waynright: More than that. We were in love, alright? We must have been. I wouldn't have broken orders otherwise. Morris: For the love of God… Waynright Look… I just… I had to try and save her. What would you have done? What would you have done differently if your true love was sat in there? Morris sighs loudly. Morris: Honestly? Knowing 6338? Unfortunately, nothing. Waynright does not reply. Morris: This fucking rope is going to be the death of me. <End Log, December 5, 2015 17:48:58> Closing Statement: Researcher Waynright resigned from The Foundation on December 6, and was transferred back to the United States for decomissioning. A request for a grave plot alongside that of D-11412 was declined. Relevant Documents: Document SCP-6338-D01[U] Document Description: SCP-6338-D01[U] is a series of experiment logs and memoirs written by former Class-C Researcher Morris between January and June 2016. The documents describe the events leading up to the SCP-6338 containment breach on January 7, 2016, as well as the results of a number of unauthorised experiments on SCP-6338 involving fraudulently obtained Class-C mnestic agents. SCP-6338-D01[U] also contains many other documents including the official Last Statement of former Researcher Morris, as well as numerous unsent letters from former Researcher Morris addressed to estranged family members in the United States. In total, SCP-6338-D01[U] consists of 75,318 words in approximately 138 separate documents; only a selection of relevant portions of SCP-6338-D01[U] are presented here. IMPORTANT NOTICE! - researchers should consider all scientific results presented in these documents to be extremely unreliable, due to the deteriorating mental state of the author and their increasing hostility towards the Foundation. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-001 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-001 Date Created: January 3, 2016 Content: I am writing this because the Foundation have left me no choice. I would love to say I am surprised by what's happened, but the higher-ups have always had it in for me from day 1. When they shipped me off to to the Chilean desert of all places to look for anomalies, it was obvious they didn't trust me, but I was determined to show them wrong. I followed up every tenuous lead I found, every vague rumour I heard, desperate to find anything to show the Foundation I was for real. And it worked! I found an SCP-class anomaly based on god-damned college rumours of all things; I can't think of another field agent who would have had enough determination to find 6338. And when the Site Director in Boone County offered to let me travel up there with The Rope and lead the research effort, I thought maybe the Foundation was finally taking me seriously. But of course not. I understand why I got the blame for the 188 incident; someone has to take the blame, right? Even if I wasn't even in the state that day. I get it; I was pissed off at the time, but I get it. But ever since the move to Antarctica, I've just been a laughing stock. I mean, I guess that makes sense too; you've got this site in the most isolated place on Earth, filled with all this high-level euclid crap that could end the universe at a moment's notice, and this guy turns up with a colourful kid's toy? Again, I get it. But this is the Foundation, these people should be above this, and the admins definitely should be. I hope for their sake none of them are caught up in the forthcoming but, if they are, I will not shed too many tears. Operation Mouseover was an underfunded mess since the moment I got here. The Foundation only seems to care about exactly what happens if you do manage to cross SCP-6338 a second time even though… well, you can't. I tried explaining to them that the questions they want answers to don't even make sense, but every month I'd get my report from O5-█, explaining that my funding was being cut even more because of 'continued lack of progress' or some such similar thing. Bullshit. They're just looking for a way to silence me, looking for a way to make my discoveries look less valid. I know the O5s aren't stupid, they know I have value, but how the fuck did they expect me to work on one D-Class a month. Well, I just got out of an online call with one of O5-█'s secretaries, because of course the coward won't face me themself. The call… it didn't go well. Operation Mouseover is cancelled, my funding is cut and they're shipping me back to Boone County at the end of the month. Fuck that. SCP-6338 is too dangerous to leave unstudied on a fucking plinth out in the snow. I'm taking this into my own hands. If you're a Foundation officer reading this right now, I'm guessing you already know all this. You'll already know how my saga ends, and I sure hope you're ready to apologise for the years of goddamned doubt. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-004 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-004 Date Created: January 6, 2016 Content: Holy crap, the forged signatures worked! I overheard Agent ██████3 chatting to his staff at lunch about an unexpected delivery he'd gotten from Headquarters. I butted in, and offered to deal with it for him; of course he accepted, because they all just see me as a janitor and a coffee slave. So now I have the delivery, and now I have a tonne of some of the strongest mnestics the Foundation has on stock. The documents they came with are… well, they're terrifying. All the drugs have these crazy names like █████████████-███████████████-(█,█)-████████ █████████████, and they all come with multi-page descriptions of the many horrible ways they can kill you, or worse. And of course, they all have the same warning; 'Should not be Used by Personnel Without Level 2 Mnestic Conditioning Training'. There's no time for that. As long as this rope stays here with these uncaring jackasses, the whole world is at stake. So tomorrow, I've arranged for one of the grunts to quietly fly me, the drugs and 6338 out to the old abandoned Soviet base at Sovetskaya. If the Foundation won't do it's job, I guess I'll just save the world on my own. It's a shame I won't be able to let the helicopter pilot go back afterwards, of course, but this is bigger than any of us. I'm sure his family will forgive me. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-018 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-018 Date Created: January 21, 2016 Content: I saw him, that pilot… that pilot who's been laying dead out front for the last two weeks. I've been slowly ramping up my dose of mnestics each day, trying to give myself at least a bit of 'mnestic conditioning' (whatever that is) before I move onto the heavy stuff. But these drugs… I wouldn't wish them on anyone. I've been feeling every moment scrape by since I got here, and with every day those seconds get sharper and deeper. And then there's the visions; I've been seeing things that I know aren't there… or at least, things that I hope aren't there. I'm surrounded by these… vortices, and terrible mantras, and towering creatures of broken glass and… lions sewn from paper and aether that lurk under the buttons of my coat. And dead helicopter pilots jogging along the ceiling. And they're all laughing at me. But I have to drown it out, I have to. The way forward is clear to me now; brutally clear, painfully clear. I crossed 6338 for the first time earlier and, of course, couldn't bring myself to cross it again. But if I can't cross it in the now, then I will just have to cross it at a time when the now is the past. If that makes any sense. Maybe it will in the future. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-025 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-025 Date Created: January 30, 2016 Content: I lost a couple of days there, but I think I'm finally starting to get used to these drugs now. The hallucinations are fading; the world is still in painfully sharp focus, but I'm starting to think that's a good thing. And today, Gary forgave me for killing him. Everything's looking up. Now that my head's clearer I can form an actual plan for the next few months; I should have at least until September before supplies start running down. I'm going to move onto the drugs that supposedly give you short-term prescience, the ones called P04. Then I'm going to run at the rope. I know I won't cross it, I know that, no matter how determined I start as, I will stop before I reach that rope. But maybe there's some future where I don't stop. And these drugs, if they work… maybe they'll let me have a glimpse of that future. Perhaps after all this time telling the Foundation there was no way to tell what happens when you cross the rope, there is a way after all. The irony's not lost on me, and Gary thinks its hilarious, but none of that matters now. The fate of the world is still in my hands here. And all I have to do is to take a whole lot of drugs and then make it over that jump rope. Just like the students who first found this thing, I guess. I'm calling all of this 'Project Doubleclick'. A spiritual successor to Mouseover, I guess, but finally without the binding shackles of the Foundation round my ankles. I'll try my best to record my results in a coherent way, but even the mnestics I'm on at the moment are making this difficult. I wish I still had Waynright; this sort of thing is so much easier with a second person to keep you based in reality, and Gary isn't exactly much help on that front. But I must continue. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-041 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-041 Date Created: February 15, 2016 Content: Today I saw the future. In fact, I can still see it now. At some moments its all I can see. Gary is worried and is sulking in his helicopter, but I'm still spending enough of the time lucid to record what Wait, I haven't written this. I saw myself write this tomorrow, but I haven't seen that yet. Me and Gary are going to make each other Valentine's Cards tomorrow seeing as nobody else is out here, but I already did that last week, didn't I? When is yesterday? I feel like time is a river I am swimming through, but it's flowing sideways and down is to the East. I'm tryi I think I ran the experiment today but I'll have to wait until last Thursday for the results. Or perhaps it'll be tomorrow noon. Fuck am I high right now. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-080 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-080 Date Created: March 8, 2016 Content: For now, I'm back in the present, at least I'm rooted here enough to be able to finally get started on Project Doubleclick. So I ran the first test; I took some P0, and I ran towards SCP-6338. But just before I started the run, I saw the universe fan out before me like a pack of playing cards. I saw myself run towards the rope in a myriad different possible futures and then, in every single one of them… I saw myself fail to cross it. Have we been wrong about this thing the whole time? I've tried speaking to SCP-6338; with the amount of drugs in me right now, I'm having full conversations with extinct mammals that haven't been here since the Triassic, but SCP-6338 remains completely silent. I'm pretty damn sure there's no mind or will in that thing to stop me crossing it, so some futures must exist in which I do cross it, right? So why can't I see them? I must be missing something here. I sure hope I'm missing something. This can't be another dead end. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-104 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-104 Date Created: April 10, 2016 Content: Einstein once said stupidity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. But who's stupid now, eh? It's been over a month but finally… FINALLY today I saw something. I think. Again, I ran at the rope. Again, I saw the world splitting before me like branches of a tree. And again, I saw myself halt just before I got to the goddamned skipping rope. But just before the world collapsed back into itself, before the present re-coalesced in front of me, there was just… the briefest hint of something different. In the corner of my eye, for just a split second, it looked like… it looked like maybe I crossed the rope. For the briefest of moments, a brilliant white flashed across my vision, it looked like it was even bleeding into timelines where as usual I didn't cross the rope. Gary thinks I'm going crazy but… I'm sure it was something. I'm not sure what's changed, maybe I've just gotten more used to P0, maybe 6338 has gotten more used to me. But I feel like I must be close. But last night, I had another vision. It's been happening every other night or so; it must be a side-effect of P0, that I get to see glimpses of arbitrary points in time. I saw this research centre I'm hiding in in… I guess it was June or July. And I saw myself. I saw myself dead, or dying; there was frost growing on my skin, ice clogging my airways. Of course, just because P0 shows me something doesn't mean its going to come to pass but… it bothered me enough to make me check the supplies. I forgot to factor in the fact I'd need more fuel in the Winter. If I'm still here by then, then… I'm not going to make it. Gary is scared, but I've assured him I'll be ok. All this means is that I'll have to work double fast; maybe by the time its May I'll be back under the wing of a newly reformed Foundation, with a statue erected to MY dedication and MY discoveries. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-109 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-109 Date Created: April 15, 2016 Content: I saw it again. That brilliant white light, so bright that it blurred the line between tomorrow and today. But I was not afraid. The first time I saw it I thought it was some disaster, some explosion, or a reality tearing itself apart at the seams. But this time I found the light comforting. It was soft, beautiful, almost divine. I feel elevated simply by existing in a present with a future in which that light exists. I no longer think that whatever 'catastrophic' event awaits those that cross the rope is catastrophic at all. We had always assumed that whatever happened would end civilisation, but what if it just ended the part of civilisation that was focused on trying to cross the rope in the first place? What if the crossing-the-rope event was some kind of… global enlightenment, some ascension of the whole human race, which made the Foundation itself unnecessary? It all makes perfect sense; everyone who's ever studied this damn rope has been a Foundation agent, so of course the universe would continue to be biased in directions such that Foundation agents continue to exist. And of course the Foundation would try to belittle the power of the rope, to cast it aside, when the very act of trying to study it could be the act that destroys them. What I see in the next few days will be critical. I feel I am approaching a point of no return, a modern-day of crossing of the Rubicon. A 'Rubicon Rope', I guess; that's what I'm calling 6338 from now on, by the way. But I feel like this is going to finally pay off; months in this long-dead tin shack full of skeletons and ghosts, staring at a fucking rope on a piece of cardboard in the middle of the room. This is what I've been working towards ever since I was in Chile. This is my validation. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-113 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-113 Date Created: April 19, 2016 Content: The Rope is not a gatekeeper of some biblical event, it's a repository of knowledge. For the first time today I saw a glimpse of the world through that brilliant light and I saw… myself. I saw an enlightened Buddha, a mind brimming with the answers to society's woes. I saw the Foundation closing its doors, rendered obsolete in the utopian tsunami that will shake the world from sea to sea. I am to be the God that brings forth the next age. But I can't yet see exactly what this divine knowledge consists of, nor do I understand how I'm going to get it. Is it a divine revelation from some angel? A moment of superhuman inspiration? Does the Rope itself grow a mouth and simply tell me all the secrets of the universe? I do not yet know, but I feel I am closer to epiphany every single day. I just hope I can find the answers before it's too late. Knowing what I know now, I can't go back to the Foundation. I just can't. Even what little I've seen so far puts their entire operation at risk, and I know they won't allow that. I'll have to find another way, but so far none of my night visions have shown me in a world after leaving this station. The omens do not look good, but I have to keep going. For all of us. For Gary. + show document SCP-6338-D01[U]-138 - hide document Document: SCP-6338-D01[U]-138 Date Created: June 5, 2016 Content: The boiler is out of fuel. This is going to be my last entry. The future is laid before me now, even more clearly than ever before. I see hundreds of paths stretching before me, I see myself, terrified, in a million different realities as I slowly freeze to death. Each of those paths goes dark at about 7 or 8 o clock tomorrow morning. Consider this my Final Statement. To my ex-wife ██████, I am sorry. I have never stopped loving you, and I deeply regret that I was wrenched away from you by my work. But please try to understand that I had to do what I did to for the sake of all of us; even now, as I breathe my last breaths, I am doing what I am doing to try and keep you and everyone safe, even if nobody will ever really be able to tell you why. If you kept that kid you were carrying when I left you, please tell him or her that I love them. And to whatever Foundation Field Agent finds my body and this message, FUCK YOU. YOUR WORK IS A LIE, AND [Remainder of document redacted] Closing Statement: SCP-6338-D01[U] was discovered in its entirety at Sovetskaya Research Station on October 1, 2016, alongside SCP-6338 and the severely dessicated body of former Researcher Morris. Document SCP-6338-D01[U] was found in digital form on a Samsung Galaxy S7 cell phone, which was placed on the floor adjacent to the body of Morris. The files that make up SCP-6338-D01[U] were found in three subdirectories, entitled 'DOUBLECLICK_LOG', 'DOUBLECLICK_RES' and 'ILOVEYOU'. The files of SCP-6338-D01[U] that are not presented here are held securely at Foundation Site KY-5, apart from parts 114 to 137 inclusive, which have been destroyed in the interests of Foundation security. Footnotes 1. Quote translated from the original Spanish. 2. A class of mnestic drugs which make the user aware of most attempts to manipulate their mind. 3. Name redacted at the request of Field Agent Terrin. 4. 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SCP-6339 | esoteric-class | Item#: 6339 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6339 is housed within a secure storage vault at Site-42, to be made available upon request by level 2 personnel and above. Experiments with the object are to be logged on document Exprmt-6339. Description: SCP-6339 is a mancala1 set complete with a wooden 6-hole board2, and 25 stones, of which 24 are quartz pebbles, and one is obsidian. The stones are known to occasionally move when not under direct observation. There is a sticky note attached to SCP-6339, reading: "Sorry I couldn't visit this summer, but I hope you find a better boss soon!" Attempts to remove this note have thus far failed. Reportedly, it is able to facilitate financial gain through unknown means. Additional Notes: SCP-6339 was delivered to Site 19 on May 30th 2002 by agents suspected to be affiliated with the GOI Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd, along with a brief description of its main effect. The reasons for this are currently unknown. Incident 6339.1: At the conclusion of Exprmt-6339-07, researcher Gosling stayed behind for cleanup, and was observed to manipulate SCP-6339 as if engaged in playing the game. As this happened, a translucent humanoid materialized in the testing chamber, and made vocalizations3. Researcher Gosling then proceeded to hurl SCP-6339 at the entity in shock. Researcher Gosling has since been reprimanded for her actions. A new version of this file is available, open? File updated Item#: 6339 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6339 is housed within a secure storage vault at Site-42, to be made available upon request by level 2 personnel and above. Experiments with the object are to be logged on document Exprmt-SCP-6339. SCP-6339 is currently uncontained. MTF Pi-1 (City Slickers) is to monitor low-income Hispanic communities for rumors of a mancala board bringing good fortune. Description: SCP-6339 is separated into two components — SCP-6339-A and SCP-6339-B. SCP-6339-A is a mancala set complete with a wooden 6-hole board, and 25 stones, of which 24 are quartz pebbles, and one is obsidian. The obsidian stone carries a weak memetic effect that dissuades subjects from removing it from the vicinity of the board. The stones are known to occasionally move when not under direct observation, and is suspected to be a form of entertainment for SCP-6339-B. There is a sticky note attached to SCP-6339, reading: "Sorry I couldn't visit this summer, but I hope you find a better boss soon!" Attempts to remove this note have thus far failed. SCP-6339-B is a translucent humanoid entity with the appearance of an average Hispanic man, and will manifest if a subject attempts to play mancala using SCP-6339-A without a partner. It self identifies as a Mexican citizen by the name Jim Sanchez, and is reportedly able to influence its holder's surroundings to facilitate financial gain or conservation through plausible means including rerouting phone calls, and preventing minor banking errors. In the event that a subject with no need of financial assistance seeks out SCP-6339 for financial reasons (as determined by SCP-6339-B), it is speculated to cause a memetic effect that compels the subject to relinquish possession of SCP-6339. If the subject were to resist the effect, more drastic measures would be taken, although the exact effects are unclear. Additional Notes: SCP-6339 was delivered to Site 19 on May 30th 2002 by agents suspected to be affiliated with the GOI Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd, along with a brief description of its main effect. SCP-6339-B Interview Log: Note: The interview was conducted by researcher Duncan, and translated from Spanish. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Duncan begins a game of mancala, prompting the manifestation of SCP-6339-B. Researcher Duncan: Hello, 6339-B. Do you mind if we ask a few questions? SCP-6339-B: Sure, go ahead. And what did you just call me? Researcher Duncan: 6339-B, that would be your designation number. SCP-6339-B: I do have a name, you know. Researcher Duncan: Just as well then, first question: do you remember who you were before your current situation? SCP-6339-B: Of course I do, my name's Jim, Jim Sanchez. Used to live in Acapulco, but I moved closer to Mexico City after my wife and kids went to America. Researcher Duncan: If you tell us more about them, we might be able to check in on them for you. SCP-6339-B: Well, I have a son and a daughter — Jesus and Ximena. I think Jesus is doing computer stuff for a living now? He always loved that sort of thing. Ximena though, she was a little closer to me. In fact, she gave me this mancala board. Said she'd found this game that interested her a lot, and that she'd play me when she got the chance, but… you know. That didn't really get to happen. It's just that, isn't it? Everything I could have possibly done went wrong. Got a job? The boss didn't pay us on time. Helped someone? My identity got stolen. Do nothing? My car got wrecked. Silence for 5 seconds. Sorry, I think I've said too much. Researcher Duncan: No no, not at all. Do you know where your children are? SCP-6339-B: They're both in Southern California I think, although I don't know where exactly. Close to the ocean though. It's fine, you don't have to find them, I've checked on them a few times. They don't need my help. Researcher Duncan: And your wife? SCP-6339-B: Margarita? She was a shrewd woman, knew how to get around people. Maybe she was right, that she's able to provide a better environment for the kids, but it still hurts to not see them grow up. He sighs. She's long gone now, safely making her trip in Mictlan4, I hope. Silence for 5 seconds. So, did you have any other questions? Researcher Duncan: Of course, let's see here… do you recall how you ended up in your current situation? SCP-6339-B: Well, first I — um, I died — as one does. Took a while, actually. Researcher Duncan: I'm sorry you went through that. SCP-6339-B: It happens. As I was saying, afterwards, I found myself at the first level of Mictlan. Now, I've heard the stories from my grandparents, and I know about the crashing mountains, the arrows, and the jaguar, but what really scared me was that I had nothing to offer to Mictlantecutli5 and his wife! Researcher Duncan: But surely they would have understood your predicament? SCP-6339-B: No Miss, he has already tried to prevent the new world's creation, I would not dare show up in front of him without the offerings, and I said as much to Xolotl6. Researcher Duncan: And he agreed to help you? SCP-6339-B: Yes, but it took almost a year and a half7 — I was on the third level by the time he relented. Still, I am eternally grateful for it. While he personally was unable to do much, he brought me before his twin, Quetzalcotl, and I agreed that while they figured something out, I would prevent the same thing happening to others. Researcher Duncan: So they put you in this mancala board. SCP-6339-B: He nods, and picks up the obsidian stone to examine it against a light. Researcher Duncan: You know, judging by some of our test results, you seem to have more attachment over that stone. Is there any particular reason? SCP-6339-B: I suppose I'm just happy that Ximena remembered the stories I told her when she was little, down to obsidian being a stone of protection. I feel like I've done her great grandparents proud. Don't get me wrong though, I wouldn't want to lose any of the stones. Researcher Duncan: I understand. She pauses to take a drink of water. You said earlier that you help people, how exactly do you achieve that? SCP-6339-B: It's pretty easy actually. Whatever happened to me, I made the opposite happen — I make sure the car is safe, that their card gets scanned correctly, if they can't find a job I try to get employment fliers to their door, and so on. Small things, mostly. Stop them from getting follow up phone calls from bad bosses too, sometimes. Researcher Duncan: In that case, why not just have them win the lottery or something? It's much quicker and easier. SCP-6339-B: I know, but winning the lottery is temporary, and I'd like to make sure they can support themselves after I leave. Researcher Duncan: That makes sense. But why didn't you do that for the Foundation? SCP-6339-B: Because you guys don't want my money, obviously. Researcher Duncan: How do you know that? SCP-6339-B: I wasn't entirely sure before I started answering your questions, but if that's what you really wanted, that would have been the first one, no? Even before this, you guys seemed content to just see what happens if you try to take my stones. No, you wanted to learn. Researcher Duncan: And what if we did want the money? SCP-6339-B: Then I would've tried to nudge you towards the right decision. Researcher Duncan: Is it a similar memetic property that you have on the obsidian? SCP-6339-B: I'm not sure what you mean, but I guess so. Researcher Duncan: And what if we ignored you? SCP-6339-B: Then I would have had to do a bit more to convince you, I suppose. Researcher Duncan: Hold on, is that why M— SCP-6339-B: Now that I think of it, I've been here for a while. I know you guys want to keep me here for whatever reason. Researcher Duncan: What do you mean by that? SCP-6339-B: You see, I'm in the world of the living for a reason, and I should go uphold my end of the bargain. While you have held me up here for about two weeks, it wasn't out of selfishness, unlike the last bunch. I'm going to make an exception and just leave now. Researcher Duncan: Wait, we're not finished asking you— SCP-6339-B: Have a nice day! SCP-6339 then de-manifested, and after a thorough search was determined to not be present at Site-42. Containment procedures have been updated accordingly. Addendum 6339.2: Foundation personnel have managed to track down Jesus and Ximena Sanchez in the outskirts of San Jose, California. After detainment and questioning, there has been no evidence to suggest they know of SCP-6339, and have thus been amnesticized and released as per Foundation protocol. Footnotes 1. A game played with a board with a variable number of holes, and two stores at each end of the board. Players take turns "sowing" stones from a chosen hole, dropping one in each subsequent hole (including their own store) until the stones run out. The player with the most stones in their store by the end of the game wins. 2. Variations of the board can range from three to six holes on each side. 3. After reviewing the footage, it was found to be Spanish, roughly translating to "hey there, can you guys stop screwing with me, please?" 4. The underworld in Aztec mythology. 5. The god of death and ruler of Mictlan in Aztec mythology. 6. The twin of Quetzalcotl, and a guide of the dead in Aztec mythology. 7. 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SCP-6339 | uncontained | Item#: 6339 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6339 is housed within a secure storage vault at Site-42, to be made available upon request by level 2 personnel and above. Experiments with the object are to be logged on document Exprmt-6339. Description: SCP-6339 is a mancala1 set complete with a wooden 6-hole board2, and 25 stones, of which 24 are quartz pebbles, and one is obsidian. The stones are known to occasionally move when not under direct observation. There is a sticky note attached to SCP-6339, reading: "Sorry I couldn't visit this summer, but I hope you find a better boss soon!" Attempts to remove this note have thus far failed. Reportedly, it is able to facilitate financial gain through unknown means. Additional Notes: SCP-6339 was delivered to Site 19 on May 30th 2002 by agents suspected to be affiliated with the GOI Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd, along with a brief description of its main effect. The reasons for this are currently unknown. Incident 6339.1: At the conclusion of Exprmt-6339-07, researcher Gosling stayed behind for cleanup, and was observed to manipulate SCP-6339 as if engaged in playing the game. As this happened, a translucent humanoid materialized in the testing chamber, and made vocalizations3. Researcher Gosling then proceeded to hurl SCP-6339 at the entity in shock. Researcher Gosling has since been reprimanded for her actions. A new version of this file is available, open? File updated Item#: 6339 Level1 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6339 is housed within a secure storage vault at Site-42, to be made available upon request by level 2 personnel and above. Experiments with the object are to be logged on document Exprmt-SCP-6339. SCP-6339 is currently uncontained. MTF Pi-1 (City Slickers) is to monitor low-income Hispanic communities for rumors of a mancala board bringing good fortune. Description: SCP-6339 is separated into two components — SCP-6339-A and SCP-6339-B. SCP-6339-A is a mancala set complete with a wooden 6-hole board, and 25 stones, of which 24 are quartz pebbles, and one is obsidian. The obsidian stone carries a weak memetic effect that dissuades subjects from removing it from the vicinity of the board. The stones are known to occasionally move when not under direct observation, and is suspected to be a form of entertainment for SCP-6339-B. There is a sticky note attached to SCP-6339, reading: "Sorry I couldn't visit this summer, but I hope you find a better boss soon!" Attempts to remove this note have thus far failed. SCP-6339-B is a translucent humanoid entity with the appearance of an average Hispanic man, and will manifest if a subject attempts to play mancala using SCP-6339-A without a partner. It self identifies as a Mexican citizen by the name Jim Sanchez, and is reportedly able to influence its holder's surroundings to facilitate financial gain or conservation through plausible means including rerouting phone calls, and preventing minor banking errors. In the event that a subject with no need of financial assistance seeks out SCP-6339 for financial reasons (as determined by SCP-6339-B), it is speculated to cause a memetic effect that compels the subject to relinquish possession of SCP-6339. If the subject were to resist the effect, more drastic measures would be taken, although the exact effects are unclear. Additional Notes: SCP-6339 was delivered to Site 19 on May 30th 2002 by agents suspected to be affiliated with the GOI Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd, along with a brief description of its main effect. SCP-6339-B Interview Log: Note: The interview was conducted by researcher Duncan, and translated from Spanish. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Duncan begins a game of mancala, prompting the manifestation of SCP-6339-B. Researcher Duncan: Hello, 6339-B. Do you mind if we ask a few questions? SCP-6339-B: Sure, go ahead. And what did you just call me? Researcher Duncan: 6339-B, that would be your designation number. SCP-6339-B: I do have a name, you know. Researcher Duncan: Just as well then, first question: do you remember who you were before your current situation? SCP-6339-B: Of course I do, my name's Jim, Jim Sanchez. Used to live in Acapulco, but I moved closer to Mexico City after my wife and kids went to America. Researcher Duncan: If you tell us more about them, we might be able to check in on them for you. SCP-6339-B: Well, I have a son and a daughter — Jesus and Ximena. I think Jesus is doing computer stuff for a living now? He always loved that sort of thing. Ximena though, she was a little closer to me. In fact, she gave me this mancala board. Said she'd found this game that interested her a lot, and that she'd play me when she got the chance, but… you know. That didn't really get to happen. It's just that, isn't it? Everything I could have possibly done went wrong. Got a job? The boss didn't pay us on time. Helped someone? My identity got stolen. Do nothing? My car got wrecked. Silence for 5 seconds. Sorry, I think I've said too much. Researcher Duncan: No no, not at all. Do you know where your children are? SCP-6339-B: They're both in Southern California I think, although I don't know where exactly. Close to the ocean though. It's fine, you don't have to find them, I've checked on them a few times. They don't need my help. Researcher Duncan: And your wife? SCP-6339-B: Margarita? She was a shrewd woman, knew how to get around people. Maybe she was right, that she's able to provide a better environment for the kids, but it still hurts to not see them grow up. He sighs. She's long gone now, safely making her trip in Mictlan4, I hope. Silence for 5 seconds. So, did you have any other questions? Researcher Duncan: Of course, let's see here… do you recall how you ended up in your current situation? SCP-6339-B: Well, first I — um, I died — as one does. Took a while, actually. Researcher Duncan: I'm sorry you went through that. SCP-6339-B: It happens. As I was saying, afterwards, I found myself at the first level of Mictlan. Now, I've heard the stories from my grandparents, and I know about the crashing mountains, the arrows, and the jaguar, but what really scared me was that I had nothing to offer to Mictlantecutli5 and his wife! Researcher Duncan: But surely they would have understood your predicament? SCP-6339-B: No Miss, he has already tried to prevent the new world's creation, I would not dare show up in front of him without the offerings, and I said as much to Xolotl6. Researcher Duncan: And he agreed to help you? SCP-6339-B: Yes, but it took almost a year and a half7 — I was on the third level by the time he relented. Still, I am eternally grateful for it. While he personally was unable to do much, he brought me before his twin, Quetzalcotl, and I agreed that while they figured something out, I would prevent the same thing happening to others. Researcher Duncan: So they put you in this mancala board. SCP-6339-B: He nods, and picks up the obsidian stone to examine it against a light. Researcher Duncan: You know, judging by some of our test results, you seem to have more attachment over that stone. Is there any particular reason? SCP-6339-B: I suppose I'm just happy that Ximena remembered the stories I told her when she was little, down to obsidian being a stone of protection. I feel like I've done her great grandparents proud. Don't get me wrong though, I wouldn't want to lose any of the stones. Researcher Duncan: I understand. She pauses to take a drink of water. You said earlier that you help people, how exactly do you achieve that? SCP-6339-B: It's pretty easy actually. Whatever happened to me, I made the opposite happen — I make sure the car is safe, that their card gets scanned correctly, if they can't find a job I try to get employment fliers to their door, and so on. Small things, mostly. Stop them from getting follow up phone calls from bad bosses too, sometimes. Researcher Duncan: In that case, why not just have them win the lottery or something? It's much quicker and easier. SCP-6339-B: I know, but winning the lottery is temporary, and I'd like to make sure they can support themselves after I leave. Researcher Duncan: That makes sense. But why didn't you do that for the Foundation? SCP-6339-B: Because you guys don't want my money, obviously. Researcher Duncan: How do you know that? SCP-6339-B: I wasn't entirely sure before I started answering your questions, but if that's what you really wanted, that would have been the first one, no? Even before this, you guys seemed content to just see what happens if you try to take my stones. No, you wanted to learn. Researcher Duncan: And what if we did want the money? SCP-6339-B: Then I would've tried to nudge you towards the right decision. Researcher Duncan: Is it a similar memetic property that you have on the obsidian? SCP-6339-B: I'm not sure what you mean, but I guess so. Researcher Duncan: And what if we ignored you? SCP-6339-B: Then I would have had to do a bit more to convince you, I suppose. Researcher Duncan: Hold on, is that why M— SCP-6339-B: Now that I think of it, I've been here for a while. I know you guys want to keep me here for whatever reason. Researcher Duncan: What do you mean by that? SCP-6339-B: You see, I'm in the world of the living for a reason, and I should go uphold my end of the bargain. While you have held me up here for about two weeks, it wasn't out of selfishness, unlike the last bunch. I'm going to make an exception and just leave now. Researcher Duncan: Wait, we're not finished asking you— SCP-6339-B: Have a nice day! SCP-6339 then de-manifested, and after a thorough search was determined to not be present at Site-42. Containment procedures have been updated accordingly. Addendum 6339.2: Foundation personnel have managed to track down Jesus and Ximena Sanchez in the outskirts of San Jose, California. After detainment and questioning, there has been no evidence to suggest they know of SCP-6339, and have thus been amnesticized and released as per Foundation protocol. Footnotes 1. A game played with a board with a variable number of holes, and two stores at each end of the board. Players take turns "sowing" stones from a chosen hole, dropping one in each subsequent hole (including their own store) until the stones run out. The player with the most stones in their store by the end of the game wins. 2. Variations of the board can range from three to six holes on each side. 3. After reviewing the footage, it was found to be Spanish, roughly translating to "hey there, can you guys stop screwing with me, please?" 4. The underworld in Aztec mythology. 5. The god of death and ruler of Mictlan in Aztec mythology. 6. The twin of Quetzalcotl, and a guide of the dead in Aztec mythology. 7. 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SCP-6340 | euclid | SCP-6340-2 in a dormant state at the Kubinka Tank Museum, circa 1989 Item #: SCP-6340 Threat Level: Green ● Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-6340-1 are to be stored in a Vehicle Containment Bay and treated with anti-corrosion treatments in order to avoid any further damage. SCP-6340-1 is to be inspected twice a month for any sign of corrosion. SCP-6340-2 is to be contained in a standard Anomalous Vehicle Containment Bay. The walls of SCP-6340-2's chamber are to be reinforced to resist 12.8 cm armor piercing rounds and high explosive shells. A teacher specialized in English and German is to be assigned to SCP-6340-2 Thursday and Wednesday for 4 hour sessions of class to assist SCP-6340-2 learn both languages to ease communications. A psychiatrist is to be assigned to SCP-6340-2, with scheduled meetings weekly to monitor the mental state of SCP-6340-2 Various toys are to be provided to SCP-6340-2 for its entertainment. Said toys are to be temporarily removed from the containment bay as a disciplinary action if SCP-6340-2 is to ever fire its main gun without proper authorization. Once a week, SCP-6340-2 is to be maintained and cleaned under the guise of a doctor's visit. Description: SCP-6340 is the designation for two German 12.8 cm Selbstfahrlafette auf VK 30.01(H) self-propelled anti-fortification gun,1 respectively designated SCP-6340-1 and SCP-6340-2. SCP-6340-2 generates a constant stream of white noise only audible less than 10 meters from SCP-6340-2. The noise generated by SCP-6340-2 is able to be translated to speech by placing a radio set to the frequency of 115.08 GHz in the proximity of SCP-6340-2. The voice emanating from SCP-6340-2 is similar to that of a 6 year old boy. SCP-6340-2 is autonomous. Interviews with SCP-6340-2 have demonstrated that it is capable of firing its main armament. It is unknown how SCP-6340-2 is capable of seeming typical operation without fuel and ammunition. Due to the neutralized status of SCP-6340-1 prior to being acquired by the Foundation, it is unknown if SCP-6340-1 shares the same anomalous properties as SCP-6340-2 or not, although discussions with SCP-6340-2 seem to suggest the former to be true. The anomalous properties of SCP-6340-2 were discovered in April 1993 when a tour guide at the Kubinka tank museum notified the museum owner's of strange static emanating from the captured "Sturer Emil" tank on exhibition. This tank was SCP-6340-2. Later that year, SCP-6340-2 escaped from the museum during the night before stopping 700 meters away from its initial position. Agents of the Russian branch of the Foundation present at the museum came into contact with SCP-6340-2 and took it into custody. Workers and visitors of the museum were informed that the "Sturer Emil" tank exhibit was taken to a different facility for restoration. Interview 6340-2 #1: In the initial year of it's containment, several attempts had been made to try and produce meaningful communication from the static generated occasionally by SCP-6340-2. The following is a transcript of the first successful communication with SCP-6340-2: + Level 2 Access required - Access authorized. [START OF LOG] Senior Researcher Wasp: -tempt 45, Zrinyi please set the frequency to 102.9 GHz. Researcher Zrinyi: Frequency is set sir. Static can be heard growing louder as SCP-6340-2 approaches Researcher Zrinyi. The radio used is unresponsive. Researcher Zrinyi: Sigh Welp nothing on that one either. Another frequency sir ? Senior Researcher Wasp: Uhh I don't know Zrinyi, just set it to a random frequency at this point and just hope you land on the right one. I'm going to get us some coffee, Marten take my place while I'm gone. Researcher Zrinyi: Sure, it's easy when you're not down there with an autonomous machine that's constantly moving around making a ruckus…. Senior Researcher Wasp: [distant] What was that ? Couldn't quite hear you over the sounds of your 35 ton friend moving around! By the way, do you two want anything? My treat. Researcher Zrinyi: I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea actually! Security Officer Marten: I’ll pass, but thanks. 2 hours goes by without any change in the radio. SCP-6340-2 is heard moving around the whole time. Senior Researcher Wasp: Well I’ve had enough, set it to 115ish and if it doesn't work then we’ll be done here. We'll try it again with Turán tomorrow. Researcher Zrinyi: Fine by me. Senior Researcher Wasp: All right then [Clears throat] Attempt number 88, Zrinyi proceed with the frequency. The radio used is unresponsive. Senior Researcher Wasp: I’ve seen enough, let's g- SCP-6340-2: Hallo? Kannst du mich hören?2 Security Officer Marten: Wait, was that a kid? Researcher Zrinyi: Holy hell it worked. Senior Researcher Wasp: What in the world, Marten! Get down here and translate. Security Officer Marten: Roger that sir. SCP-6340-2: Ich bin schläfrig..3 Researcher Zrinyi: Hold on we’re getting you a translator Security Officer Marten is heard entering the room and approaching SCP-6340-2, the rest of the conversation have been translated for ease of understanding. Security Officer Marten: Hello there, can you hear me? SCP-6340-2: Hi.. Researcher Zrinyi: Go on, he won’t hurt you I promise SCP-6340-2: O-okay.. Who are you sir? Are you here to play with me? Security Officer Marten: Maybe later, can you tell me your name? SCP-6340-2: I'm Moritz sir! What's your name? Security Officer Marten: You can call me Dietrich. Say Moritz, can you tell me about yourself ? Like Where are your parents? SCP-6340-2: Of course! I- Uhh.. I'm 6 years old! I don’t have parents but uhh I have a big brother, his name's Max! Security Officer Marten: A brother.. Can you tell me about him? Is he like you? SCP-6340-2: Yes! Although.. I haven’t really seen him in awhile, the last time we were together we were playing with our friends, but he had to leave somewhere and didn’t tell me where. I hope he is okay… Security Officer Marten: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that Moritz, I’m sure you’re uh-brother, is fine. You mentioned friends? What did you mean? SCP-6340-2: They were always with us, we played lots of games with them! The game we played the most was hide n' seek! although we were always the seeker… When we found someone our friends told us to play a prank on them with my firecrackers and they would be happy! Max was very good at it. Security Officer Marten: Firecrackers you say.. Fuck, these guys had a twisted sense of humor to call that a prank… Senior Researcher Wasp: Dietrich, sorry to interrupt your chat but we shouldn’t continue further. We need to inform the higher ups and await orders for what to do next. Security Officer Marten: Roger that. Ahem Alright thank you Moritz, although now I have to leave okay? It's getting late. SCP-6340-2: But I don't want you to go.. Security Officer Marten: Don't worry I will be back tomorrow okay? I'll even bring in some toys! SCP-6340-2: Really?! I haven't had toys in so long! Goodnight mister Dietrich. Security Officer Marten: Goodnight Moritz. [END OF LOG] Following the initial interaction with SCP-6340-2, measures were taken to update its containment procedures accordingly. Several interviews were scheduled with SCP-6340-2 to learn more about its past. Security Officer Marten was from now on assigned personally to SCP-6340-2 due to the attachment SCP-6340-2 displayed to him while also acting as a translator. A search was initiated to try and possibly recover the remains of SCP-6340-1 using both German and Soviet reports of where SCP-6340 fought during the Second World War. SCP-6340-1 was eventually discovered preserved in a swamp in 2004 by a group of scavengers looking for World War Two memorabilia. Following the news SCP-6340-1 was retrieved and examined, test results showed SCP-6340-1 to be no different from a typical tank wreckage. SCP-6340-2 was assigned lessons with a specialized language teacher at the request of Senior Researcher Wasp in the hopes of SCP-6340-2 eventually being able to communicate more easily with other members of the Foundation without the need of a translator. Interview 6340-2 #4: It was suggested by Senior Researcher Wasp to introduce a child psychiatrist to SCP-6340-2 to better understand it, Security Officer Marten also suggested to reward SCP-6340-2 for its good behavior with a toy in the form of a giant ball to accommodate for SCP-6340-2’s size. Both requests were accepted by the Site Director. The following is a transcript of the interview: + Level 3 Access required - Access authorized. [START OF LOG] The blast door to SCP-6340-2 chamber is heard opening followed by footsteps. SCP-6340-2 is unresponsive, seemingly sleeping. Psychiatrist Emilie : Wow, I know I was briefed on this, but seeing a tank vibrate like that is still quite the odd sight. Are you sure this is safe? Security Officer Marten: Moritz's sleeping, he often does at this hour. Senior Researcher Wasp: It's as safe as a tank with the temper of a kid could be… Security Officer Marten: Come on, Moritz ain’t like that. He hasn’t shown any aggressive behavior since he arrived here, he is just a kid. Now then, let me wake him up. [With a raised voice] Moritz come on, it’s already 9AM, you need to wake up. The sound of an engine starting is heard from SCP-6340-2 as it is awakens. SCP-6340-2: H-Hello mister Dietrich, oh hello mister Wespe! Who is the lady with you? Psychiatrist Emilie: Hello Moritz! I’m a friend of Dietrich, you can call me Emilie. Security Officer Marten: Emilie is going to ask you a few questions about your past, she’s a doctor like Wasp. You don't need to be afraid, we’re going to be both nearby. SCP-6340-2: O-Okay! Psychiatrist Emilie: Splendid, now can you tell me a bit about your past? You told Dietrich about your previous… friends when you were with your brother, can you tell me a bit more about them? SCP-6340-2: They were very nice to me and Max although we were only allowed to talk to them, apparently the others didn’t like kids. When Max had to go to the doctors they would always sleep with me because I was scared of the dark.. Psychiatrist Emilie: They sound like nice people. When was the last time you saw them ? SCP-6340-2: Th-They were arguing about something I didn’t quite hear.. Afterwards there was a huge noise and everything went black! When I woke up I was all alone… Psychiatrist Emilie: Oh… I’m sorry to hear that Moritz. I’m sure they didn’t do this on purpose. Now, Moritz, for this next question I want you to tell me what you remember about the last time you heard from your brother Max. SCP-6340-2: I…I don’t really remember.. Security Officer Marten: Go on Moritz, don’t be afraid. We are just trying to help you. SCP-6340-2: O-One of my friends came to me one day, they told me that Max wouldn’t come back.. I cried and.. and- A loud engine noise similar to a small explosion is heard, cutting off SCP-6340-2. After a few minutes the subject remains unresponsive and halts all movements. Sounds that were generated by SCP-6340-2 also cease. Security Officer Marten: M-Moritz?! Psychiatrist Emilie: I-is that normal for him? Senior Researcher Wasp: No, that’s new.. And I don’t like it. Marten try and manually start him from the driver seat! Security Officer Marten can be heard climbing inside SCP-6340-2 followed by the sound of an engine failing to ignite. Security Officer Marten: Fuck! Come on Moritz, wake up! Senior Researcher Wasp: We’re ending the interview here. Marten! get out of there and escort Emilie out! Security Officer Marten: But sir- Senior Researcher Wasp: This is an order, I’m staying with Moritz until he wakes up. [END OF LOG] Addendum 6340-2/2006: Over the course of the year 2006, the mental state of SCP-6340-2 worsened. After a thorough debate between project staff, it was decided to inform SCP-6340-2 of the death of SCP-6340-1 in order to allow the anomaly to properly grieve SCP-6340-1 and allow its mental state to recover. + Level 2 Access required - Access authorized. [START LOG] SCP-6340-2 is heard playing with a few toys, after a few minutes the blast door is heard opening allowing Security Officer Marten and Reseacher Zrinyi to enter the chamber. Security Officer Marten: Alright here goes..Ahem Hello buddy! Are you playing with your toys? SCP-6340-2 stops moving and is unresponsive. Security Officer Marten: Come on Moritz, where are your manners buddy? Don’t you want to greet your friends? SCP-6340-2: I'm sorry.. Security Officer Marten: It's nothing buddy, I- sigh We found your brother, Max, but he… he passed away. SCP-6340-2: That's okay, I'll just see him later! A loud engine noise is emitted from SCP-6340-2 followed by the sounds of tracks as SCP-6340-2 faces Security Officer Marten. Security Officer Marten: No, Moritz.. Researcher Zrinyi: Moritz, when a person dies they don't come back.. SCP-6340-2: E-ever? Researcher Zrinyi: Well no, unfortunatly.. But be happy, knowing your brother loved you dearly all the way to the end! SCP-6340-2: I… Security Officer Marten: Moritz… Max has gone to a better place. Just like your friends, what you can do is cherish your memories with them.. SCP-6340-2: No! No! You’re lying! Max will come back, he promised! Security Officer Marten: Moritz… SCP-6340-2: He promised.. SCP-6340-2 begins crying, Researcher Zrinyi can be heard comforting SCP-6340-2 by softly humming a lullaby to appease SCP-6340-2. After two minutes SCP-6340-2 calms down and goes to sleep. Security Officer Marten: I think we can stop here, we should leave him alone. [END OF LOG] SCP-6340-2 underwent the grieving process for several days, receiving multiple visits of various approved staff members to keep it company and cheer them up. SCP-6340-2 eventually got better by the end of the year 2006 and as since then recovered. Footnotes 1. More commonly known under the nickname "Sturer Emil". 2. Hello? Can you hear me? 3. I'm sleepy.. |
SCP-6341 | euclid | SCP-6341 Item #: SCP-6341 Special Containment Procedures: The surrounding area containing SCP-6341 is to be sealed from all unauthorized access, with a perimeter of no less than 100 meters to be maintained around the primary structure. On-site staff is to maintain constant surveillance of the perimeter and internal structure, with foot patrols no less than twice per day to survey both the inner perimeter and outlying boundary. Any packages found during these patrols are to be reported to secondary staff, which is to be documented and removed at the earliest convenience. Any non-authorized persons entering the perimeter are to be detained immediately upon entering. If any non-authorized persons evade detainment at the perimeter and are discovered entering the primary facility, they are to be detained and held in restrictive quarantine for no less than 48 hours. Those documented to be affected by SCP-6341 are to be transferred for holding and observation. Any on-site staff detected to have been affected by SCP-6341 are to be likewise detained and transferred for holding and observation under the same protocol. All personnel not designated being assigned to SCP-6341 are prohibited from contact with any display, recordings, or records of their personal information anywhere within, or in the proximity of visual range to SCP-6341. This includes true names, operation designates, addresses, locker assignments, floor assignments, and other designates [SEE FULL LIST – TRADOC 1145c – BANNED ID]. Staff are not to speak this information and must refer to others by assignment number when necessary. Communication should be kept to a minimum to reduce the chance of contamination. Publication of any personal data of individuals affected by SCP-6341 is considered to be compromised, and thus is strictly prohibited of documentation. No publication or records of SCP-6341 address or location data is allowed without review by INFOSEC and central archives. All items within SCP-6341 are to be recorded and logged. All items recovered from SCP-6341 affected individuals are to be held and investigated after INFOSEC evaluation and stored. Description: SCP-6341 is the structure of a large brick building in an isolated area of Western Alberta, Canada. The building shows signs of neglect and abandonment, both inside and out with no indication of residency for several decades. Broken tiles and bricks, missing glass, graffiti, and similar evident signs of vacant structures are common. On the exterior, the area appears to be surrounded by roads and walkways, commonplace to many urban working facilities. Neither the building nor the surrounding grounds have ever been part of any kind of habitation, with the nearest other man-made structure outside Foundation facilities located more than 200 kilometers away. The roads appear to abruptly end at the edge of the clearing, and the surrounding terrain shows no evidence of having been under construction or habitation at any point. Inside the building, SCP-6341 appears to be the remains of a mail processing facility, with several signs identifying the facility as “Canada and Greater Americas Postal Processing Nexus #343”. No such facility or organization has ever existed, nor have any records been discovered of when the facility was built. The machinery inside, though decayed, shows no evidence of actual use, and rarely appears to be actually connected to the processing of mail and packages. Despite this, there are several boxes, bags, and various containers holding random amounts of mail and packages in varying states. It does not seem to be sorted in any way and is often decayed or damaged as well, most often completely illegible or would crumble upon contact. The signage of the facility is also notable for undergoing random changes. There seems to be no cycle or schedule for this behavior which often results in gibberish or incomprehensible phrases. This extends to any signs or text in physical proximity of the facility when exposed to it for longer than three months. The outer streets, while not subject to the same shifting, are similarly nonsensical, identified by signage as “Lordfrog” and “Deadkat”, respectively. The central concerns within the bounds of SCP-6341 is related to its effect and interaction with individual personal data, and the mail service. Whether under observation or left unsupervised, mail that is mislabeled, destroyed, or otherwise lost has an uncalculated probability (SEE SCP-6341 STUDY 8 – PROBABILITY AND COMPOSITION) of suddenly appearing inside SCP-6341. This is rarely observed, but has been documented on occasion from eyewitness reports and captured surveillance. The object suddenly appears, often mid-air, and comes to rest under normal gravity from the contents within. Specifically addressing mail to SCP-6341 will result in much higher probability, but will have a similar elevated chance of triggering the secondary anomalous effect. Because of this, information relating to SCP-6341, primarily location data, must be carefully secured. Items of mail addressed to SCP-6341 invariably become lost in transit, even over a space of several meters, but do not then appear within SCP-6341. These items appear to be totally random, and also do not appear to be solely linked to this dimension’s local time-space. Although letter contents have appeared written in most known languages, many more unidentifiable languages or in various forms of presumed ciphers have also been discovered. Both the materials and inks show similar variety in origin, including several as yet uncatalogued materials. The content of said letters is equally random, sometimes composing total gibberish or crude drawings. They also indicate an extremely vast point of origin, some appearing to predate current human civilization or show no signs of being connected to current civilization at all. Others appear to originate from alternate time streams or dimensional points, however by this very nature are more difficult to prove and are far fewer instances. Packages show identical randomness of form and origin, in addition to size, with the largest parcel found to contain a mint condition 1910 Model T Ford, while the smallest being a 3cm cubed package containing a single grain of sand from Australia. These non-letter packages present a more unpredictable danger, as the contents can sometimes be extremely dangerous, volatile, or aggressive. In addition, the aspect of their arrival can often be a more direct danger, as they have a tendency to appear a distance from the ground, without warning, regardless of dimensions or weight which may lead to such objects hitting, landing on, or even crushing unsuspecting personnel. The secondary effect of SCP-6341 is reported to be more concerning, and the largest threat to full, effective containment. Individuals who interact with SCP-6341 have the possibility of becoming part of what has come to be referred to as “The Mailing List”. Personal information, such as names, addresses, or other identifying information that is carried in, or spoken aloud inside SCP-6341 increases this possibility with no discernable minimum or maximum limit to when it takes effect. While at this time, this “list” has no physical presence, those compromised under this secondary effect will begin to receive mail and packages in the same way as the SCP-6341 site. Interacting with said mail, even with actions as simple as physical contact, appears to exacerbate the effect. More and more mail will be delivered at the same time of day, every day. This time appears to be random to each affected individual but is more common in late evenings and very early mornings on business days similar to that of standard postal arrival. Reading, and especially replying to this mail seems to especially amplify the intensity and frequency of the effect. This mail will be delivered regardless of location and does not appear to be impeded by any current documented location or condition. Should the affected subject die, mail will continue to be delivered to the last point of delivery for several weeks to months. Owing to the at times dangerous, and sometimes anomalous nature of the mail's contents in addition to its anomalous arrival, those under the SCP-6341 secondary effect represent an ongoing threat to containment and operations protocol. Even when contained within a solitary environment, the simple volume of mail can represent a significant hazard, with three documented cases of subjects being crushed under the volume or dimensions of materials. The nature and information of said materials may also present an ongoing security breach, capable of spreading the secondary effect to unaffected parties who make contact with said materials. The secondary effect is difficult to remove, requiring up to one year of almost total isolation from the perimeter of SCP-6341 and non-interaction with materials of any nature that could be used to create packages, mail, or any form of postal signage. In addition, SCP-6341 will continue to randomly be delivered several times a year to previously affected subjects for the remainder of their lives, which can then potentially trigger the effect to begin again. In addition, various information collected during observation and indexing appears to show that SCP-6341 may not be the only site of its kind. It is unclear if this is related to dimensional time-space, however, it is not impossible that other instances of SCP-6341 exist worldwide. There is not as of yet direct evidence of this, but investigations are ongoing. ADDENDUM: RECOVERED ITEMS – SWEEP 1 – ██/██/████ Letter - Addressed to one “Margaret Mattis”, sender designated under the initials of “L.M”. Personal, asks of Margaret's health and recent moving. Comments on local weather and sports. Mentioned cities and teams match no known current or historical names. Letter – Presumed tax forms, no identified sender or receiver. Match no known government tax information, all written in red crayon and illegible. Letter – Four pages of insults, death threats, and similar remarks, addressed to “You Fat Fuck At The Capital”, sender designated to be “Fuck Your Mother”. Contents are somewhat damaged with what appear to be burn marks. Letter – Three-page outline of a proposed script for the American sitcom “Married, With Children”. No identified receiver, sender identified as “Big Bobby”. This version appears to include a third child of the Bundy's, named “Rose”, who is three years old and likes fire. No episode of this type was ever produced. Package – Flat brown paper package, wrapped in twine, 1m by 2m. Contents appear to be a canvas and frame like of those used for oil paintings. Surface contains part of a sketch, detailing the head and shoulders of a figure. Canvas appears to have been stabbed and slashed several times. Letter – [DATA EXPUNGED] (Contents secured by Central Archives) Staff rotated, personnel who had been tasked with retrieval put on leave for evaluation. Package – Heavily taped 2m by 2m cube. Opening package appeared to release a unknown, florescent purple gas. Site was evacuated and placed on immediate lock down. Investigation revealed no known effects, beyond a penetrative “wood varnish” smell, and discoloration of contact areas. Investigation is ongoing. Letter – No observed sender or receiver, envelope noticeably discolored. Contents found to be fecal matter and two dozen disposable razor blades. Fecal matter matches no known living organism or life form. Letter – Receiver one “Dorothy”, sender identified as “Me”. Contents appear to be very thin papyrus, with “I'm sorry” repeatedly written on both sides. Letter – No known sender or receiver. A half-page of cuneiform script, apparently written by typewriter. Text appears to be a rejection letter for a story titled “The lost ways”. Package – Unknown, materials indicate cardboard. Found shredded and spread over large area, with several samples of unknown fur. Site locked down, investigations ongoing but currently unable to determine what contents had been inside. |
SCP-6342 | esoteric-class | "Long will live the bastard crab, and the harbor he defends" . AstersQuill SCP-6342: The Noble Knight Thompson and the Beast of Crimson Author: AstersQuill - Author Page Item#: 6342 Level3 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" SCP-6342 fighting a Giant Octopus, depicted by Frederick Whymper, 1883 Special Containment Procedures: Due to widespread reports of SCP-6342 sightings by New England fishers, Foundation naval vessels are to monitor the waters bordering New England. This area extends from the Long Island Sound in the south to the Bay of Fundy in the north. Additionally, reports of SCP-6342 are to be discredited as nautical folklore attributed to prolonged periods of dehydration while on the water. Description: SCP-6342 is the designation given to an oversized Cancer borealis1 identified as the mythical "Crimson Pincer" by local residents of Providence, Rhode Island, United States. Reports of SCP-6342 seem to increase during the late winter/early spring, directly correlating with Providence's foggy season. Based on testimonials from locals, Foundation researchers theorize SCP-6342 to be between 1-7 meters across, with smallest size measurements coming from well-known members of Providence's fishing community. Correlational analysis into this phenomenon is currently ongoing. | | Welcome "Dr. Glass"! Would You Like To Update SCP-6342 Documentation? | | Uploading Files… | Files Uploaded! | | Addendum - 01 SCP-6342 Exploration Logs Personnel Present: Dr. Simon Glass; Junior Field Agent Hana "Iris" Thompson Date: June 3rd, 2018 «Begin Log» <Dr. Glass and Agent Thompson sit on a bench at a bus stop. Agent Thompson clutches the strap of her duffle bag tightly, her foot taps against the pavement. Dr. Glass checks his watch.> Glass: The bus should be here in five minutes. Are you excited to get back out into the world? <Agent Thompson continues to look off into the distance.> Glass: Hana? Is everything alright? <Agent Thompson closes her eyes and exhales. She turns to face Dr. Glass.> Thompson: Sorry, I'm just a little nervous. First day jitters and all. Glass: Perfectly understandable. It looks much scarier from the outside compared to when you're actually there. I can provide some resources or we can schedule appointments while you're away. Thompson: Thanks, Glass. I appreciate it, but — it's just I expected things to be different. Full ride for a really good journalism program and now… well, you get it. <A pause. Agent Thompson places her face in her hand.> Glass: Depending on how this goes we may be able to make that dream a reality for you. Thompson: Really? Glass: Serena Verdae has one of the best anomalous journalism programs on the east coast. <He laughs.> That's not something the recruiters will tell you. <Agent Thompson quietly laughs. Her expression softens and her shoulders relax. A bus stops in front of the pair. Agent Thompson grabs her bags and prepares to board.> Glass: I've been paying attention to the weather systems along your flight path and everything seems to be good to go. Once you land in Providence, let me know. Don't forget help is just a text away. Thompson: I appreciate it. <She takes a deep breath.> Don't worry about me too much while I'm gone. <Agent Thompson stands up and begins to walk up the steps.> Glass: Oh, Hana? <She stops halfway up the stairs and turns around. Dr. Glass produces a rune-covered camera from within his labcoat and hands it to her. She pauses for a second before hesitantly taking it.> Glass: Remember to have fun. I want to hear some interesting stories when you return. «End Log» Glass 🫙 Good morning, Hana. How have you settled in so far? Have you met any of the other students yet? I'm going to be honest Glass It's completely dead here 👻 town Are there any events for the students that are staying there? Surely the RAs must be doing something fun for you all. Yeah they were offering cookies in the lounge and they were all gone by the time I got there Idk if this is a good idea anymore Idk how much longer I can deal with eating by myself and watching movie marathons every night Can I come back now? maybe we can try again later when i'm ready Before we left you wouldn't stop talking about how excited you were to finally get away from the site. I understand how stressful this experience must be for you, though. In times like these it's important to breathe; you are ready for this, Hana. It's just going to be a little hard in the beginning, but that's okay. Please give this some time before you fully decide to come back. We can reevaluate these feelings after classes start. Oh, also. Dr. Kondraki wanted me to tell you not to have too much fun while you're gone. Tell Dr. K I said hi Alright I'll stay but if this doesn't change I don't want to be here anymore I don't think I can put myself through that Understood. I hope you have a good day, Hana. If you need to set up a call just send me a message. Alright? got it 👍 «SCP-6342 Exploration Log - 01» Personnel Present: Agent Thompson «Begin Log» <Agent Thompson adjusts a pin containing a camera and audio device. She spends a moment and looks at herself in the mirror, straightening out wrinkles on her shirt and letterman jacket. A sticky note containing her name, age, and previous occupancy sits on the mirrors corner. She picks it up and sighs.> Thompson: You can do this, Hana. You've come so far. <She messes with her short hair.> It's just college. Just. College. You got this. Don't fuck this up. <Agent Thompson can be heard mumbling "Don't fuck this up" as she packs her bag. She slings the bag around her shoulder and stands in front of the mirror, forcing a smile, then a serious face.> Thompson: You must think I look ridiculous, don't you? <She turns and grabs a stuffed rabbit, holding it at arms length.> Thompson: Wish me luck, Sir Hopsworth. <Agent Thompson sets the stuffed animal down gently on her bed, waving at it as she leaves the dorm.> «Break» A view of Yesenia Hall taken from the footage of Hana Thompson's pin camera. «Continued» <Agent Thompson rounds the corner and stands in front of the door of a nearly empty lecture hall. A stocky woman stands at a lectern in the front of the room, sorting through a collection of manila folders and papers. She wears a winding, golden pin on her lapel. Agent Thompson takes a deep breath and enters the room.> Thompson: (Softly) Um… excuse me? Are you Professor Lisera? Lisera: Indeed I am. You must be? Thompson: Hana, ma'am. Hana Thompson. Lisera: Well it is nice to meet you, Ms. Thompson. What brings you to my class this summer? <Hana hesitates slightly.> Thompson: I-uh. I just wanted to try out a class here before I commit to enrolling. Trying to get back in the game after an unplanned break, you know? Lisera: Well, I hope my course is able to serve as a great example of what you could expect during here. Be assured that students of all levels, both new and old, have found success at Serena Verdae. Thompson: Yeah, that's what I've been told. I'll be fine, just a little rusty at first. Lisera: If there is anything I can do to make your transition easier, do not be afraid to let me know. Thompson: Thank you, professor. I appreciate it. <Agent Thompson moves deeper in the room and takes her seat in the front row. She takes a notebook and pencil out from her backpack, neatly laying them out on the table in front of her. Time passes. More students file in, taking their seats around the classroom. Agent Thompson looks around before turning forward. She begins to tap a pencil on the table.> Thompson: (Whispering) Deep breaths, Hana. Deep breaths. <The pencil tapping gets louder.> First impressions are everything, you'll be fine. <Professor Lisera finishes sorting through papers and looks towards the class. She carves a sequence of runes in the air, causing a piece of chalk to animate and write "BIOL 1610 - Cryptozoology I" on the chalkboard.> Lisera: Good afternoon, class. I am Archivist Lisera, your professor for the next few weeks as we begin our exploration in the expansive field of Cryptozoology. Now, I trust that there will be no mischief, shenanigans, or horsing around; we only have a short time together, and it's important that we don't waste a minute of it. <She picks up one of the manila folders from the table, holding it up in one hand.> Lisera: By the end of class today you are to form groups of two. Extraordinary circumstances aside, these will be your partners until the end of the session. Choose wisely. This course will be very discussion and research-heavy, with students expected to present their findings at lecture each week. <Agent Thompson turns and begins to speak, but stops when she notices the people behind her are whispering to one another. Professor Lisera taps on the center of the stack of manila folders. The covers of the folder begin to flap like the wings of a bird and fly out towards the students.> Lisera: Each group has been assigned a creature of local folklore to research. Please review the contents of the folder, as it will provide you tips on where to start searching. I should make myself clear: any direct disruption to the ecosystem of Providence or to your assigned creature itself, will lead to a failing grade in this class. <The shuffling of papers can be heard as the groups begin to look at the contents of the folders. Professor Lisera approaches Agent Thompson> Thompson: Can I just work alone on this? It seems like everyone else has already grouped up. Lisera: I'm sorry, Ms. Thompson, but there are no exceptions. The roster says we have an even number of students, but there may be a clerical error. Let me ask the other groups about adding a third member. Thompson: Wait you don't have to— Lisera: Would any group be able to take on a third member? <A pause. The classroom goes silent, and Hana cringes, shrinking into her seat.> Lisera: Anyone? <Whispering can be heard from around the room. Hana leans into her desk, facing forwards. The camera begins to shake slightly.> Lisera: If no one chooses, I will choose for you. <Silence. The soft sound of sniffling is picked up by the recording device.> ???: I can work with her. <The class turns to regard the voice. It belongs to an amorphous humanoid with shifting gray skin that stands in the doorway of the classroom.> Lisera: Mx. Vesper, I was wondering when you would be joining us. You will be marked tardy for today's class. Vesper: Sorry, prof. Got caught in traffic. Lisera: Right… <Vesper makes their way across the room, taking a seat next to Agent Thompson. The class resumes their conversation, and Professor Lisera returns to the front of the room.> Vesper: Nice to meet you, Hana. Most people call me Vesper. Thompson: Hi, Vesper. How did you know my name? Vesper: Divination major— it's also on your notebook. <Agent Thompson laughs.> Thompson: Does that mean you can read my fortune? Vesper: I can, just don't expect any lucky numbers. All you need to do is give me your hand and close your eyes. <Agent Thompson holds her hand out towards Vesper. Vesper's form begins to shift.> Vesper: Hm. Oh this is very interesting. Thompson: Is that a good or a bad thing? Oh, do I end up with the girl of my dreams in the future? Any amount of success? Vesper: No, no I see something: I see you in a storm, afraid, alone. You're cursing to yourself. Then a shadow starts to chase after you, nearly catching you, but you're just able to slip away. <A pause. They begin to laugh.> I also see you failing this class. Thompson: What? Vesper: Alright! You can open your eyes now. <Vesper's form stops shifting, revealing the nearly identical form of Agent Thompson. Agent Thompson pulls her hand back.> Thompson: Ah! You can just… do that? Vesper: How am I supposed to know your future if I don't know you? <Professor Lisera clears her throat. Vesper's form returns to normal.> Thompson: We should probably figure out what we're supposed to be doing so we can start working. «Break» The Crimson Pincer Hailing from the waters of the Northeast United States, the coloquially named "Crimson Pincer" has been a facet of New England sailing folklore from before even the first Europeans theorized of the existence of a New World. Many stories from European sailors talk of a creature with an impenetrable carapace, claws the could split ships, and a crimson red shell thought to be dyed from the blood of the sailors it has killed. In modern times, local fisherman still talk of a creature stirring beneath the waves, and trapped sailors claim to see the creature while trapped on the rocky shores of the region. «Continued» Thompson: Oooo… scary crab. <She laughs.> I'm surprised a group of fisherman haven't hunted this thing down to serve with butter and spices. Vesper: If someone started raving to you saying there was a "crab in the mist" would you believe them? Thompson: Glass did tell me New Englanders have a higher tolerance towards the anomalous than most. Vesper: Glass? Is that a friend or? Thompson: My therapist… one of them. <She laughs nervously.> Most of my friends at this point are people much older than me with fancy titles. That sounds weird. Is that weird? Vesper: I see. Well, I'm glad you're getting help for whatever it is. <They place their hand on Hana's shoulder.> You'll find some great friends, I promise. Thompson: Are you trying to be reassurring or did you see that in my future? Vesper: As a diviner, it's important to leave some things unknown. Life is better when you have surprises to look forward to, trust me. <Vesper pats Hana's shoulder. Professor Lisera returns to the front of the room.> Lisera: Now that you have all had time to review your materials we can move over to today's lecture: the History of Cryptozoology in the Northeast. <Agent Thompson leans over.> Thompson: (Whispering) Do you want to grab some coffee after this? Hangout at my apartment to plan on what we should do next? Vesper: I have to run to a meeting for theatre after this, but we should meet tomorrow. Seaspray Café at noon work? <Agent Thompson nods. She leans back in her chair and sighs as Professor Lisera continues her lecture.> «End Log» Glass 🫙 Hypothetically speaking Say I had an assignment for class that involved some creature right How I would I go about finding information for that? It would depend on the creature. Libraries are always a wealth of knowledge on most topics, you should be able to find some encyclopedias or ecology textbooks there. Appreciate the reminder Glass but I'm already ahead of you there Do you think they have any books about ship destroying crabs ? You should be able to access the Foundation's database with your clearance. I can grant you access to any necessary redactions should they be relevant to your coursework. However, I should advise you to be cautious; this creature is real and we've been trying to monitor its position for years now. I suggest you disengage while we work to dispatch a task force to your location. You don't have to do all that for a little crab, Glass Besides I'm a junior field agent right? Let this be my first assignment If I do a good enough job maybe you'll fix the ac in my room on site Also if anything happens to the crab I fail so 🤷♀️ Alright, no task force. I will have to clear your request with Director Light, though. In the meantime, feel free to access all relevant documentation from the database. I can even give you the contact information with the project heads if that would be helpful. Appreciate it but I'll pass It wouldn't look good to cheat on my first college assignment see you later «SCP-6342 Exploration Log - 02» Personnel Present: Agent Thompson «Begin Log» <Agent Thompson sits at a wooden café table and idly stirs an iced coffee as she jots notes in a small notebook. The table is covered in several books and loose sheets of paper, volumes of local folklore, and rough charcoal sketches of crabs on crumpled newspapers. A couple walks by and she sighs, turning herself in her chair to watch them.> Vesper: It's too early in the day to start yearning. Besides, you don't want what they have. <She turns around. Vesper stands on the other side of the table in the form of a construction worker.> Thompson: Good Afternoon, Vesper. Interesting… form you're wearing today? <She turns back around.> So what's the deal with them? You hold their hands? Get their dirty little secrets? Vesper: I know everyone's dirty little secrets. I know that he cheated on her with her roommate. I also know that she's about to find out. Thompson: Geez. Do you really have something from everyone in your class? <Vesper shrugs. Agent Thompson takes a sip of her coffee.> Vesper: What can I say? People love to share. <Agent Thompson can be heard choking.> Vesper: When they're drunk, of course. Did you really think I get around that much? Thompson: No judgement. That would just be a lot of hands to hold. <Vesper laughs and takes a seat. Their bulky form towers over the small table and chair set.> Vesper: At the end of they day we're just college students. Anomalous or not. We don't live a different life just because the world thinks we're "weird". Thompson: I see. Your parties probably go crazy, though. I think I would kill to go to a supernatural party. Vesper: Some make you do just that to enter. <A pause.> Vesper: I'm just messing around, Hana. Don't worry. Thompson: Oh! That's good. Vesper: Mind telling me what all this is? <Vesper picks up a crumpled newspaper from the table.> Thompson: You don't already know? Didn't you see it in my future when you held my hand? Vesper: Cute, but yes I do know. Divining takes a toll on the mind so I try not to hold onto the intimate details of everyone's day. Notable events, like people cheating, sure, but knowing when someone is going to tie their shoe or sharpen a pencil isn't important enough to remember. Thompson: Aren't you at least a little curious about the little details? Vesper: Well it would make my ibuprofen bill even larger than it already is. Besides, it's also an asshole move to explain things to people if they have something to say. I do enjoy hearing people talk sometimes. Thompson: Ah, that makes sense. So I spent last night and this morning trying to figure out where to start with our research. <She motions to the various papers and books on the table.> I'm sure you gathered that, though. Vesper: Were you able to learn anything? Thompson: I learned that the fisherman of Providence really suck at drawing and that people will give you mean looks if you spend all morning in the fish market and then get on a bus. Vesper: You're really quite the inquisitive one, huh? Think about joining the school paper in the fall? Thompson: Maybe. People say I was the president of my high school's newspaper club. Apparently I did a pretty good job too. I think they just say that because I'll go through anything for a scrap of information. Vesper: How has that been going so far? <Agent Thompson sighs and leans forward, placing her head on the table.> Thompson: Ecology textbooks on the crabs of New England, contemporary naval folklore, even almanacs for the past ten years. Nothing. Barely even a footnote. <She sighs.> I think we're going to need a bigger boat. Vesper: That's because you're looking in the wrong place. You're never going to find information in these books, they're from the wrong side of the Veil. <Vesper stands up from the table and sheds their previously form. They wrap themself in an emerald sweatshirt with the white text of "Serena Verdae".> Vesper: Come on, grab your stuff. We're going to go to a real library. «Break» The atrium of Serena Verdae's Library of Ways «Continued» <Agent Thompson and Vesper stand adjacent to one of the many rows of bookshelves in the room. Vesper can be seen momentarily scanning over several large volumes before the camera shifts as Agent Thompson leans over the balcony to look around the large atrium. Winding columns and staircases occupied by patrons, both humanoid and not, flank the room, and the distant crackling of thaumaturgy can be heard as background ambiance.> Thompson: God this place is cool. If you told me a year ago that a place like this existed, I probably wouldn't have believed you. Vesper: In the same way you would if someone talked about a giant crab? <The pair laugh.> Vesper: If you think this is impressive you should check out the Wanderers' Library one day. It has books your brain would never begin to comprehend. The librarian is a giant centipede too. Thompson: Maybe I'll take you up on that offer as long as you can get me a library card. I don't think I can take the trip at the moment. <Agent Thompson returns to the stack of books and places her finger on the leathery spine of a large volume.> Vesper: Don't open that, it'll kill you. Thompson: Are you joking? <Vesper removes the volume from the shelf, steps back, and opens it. A loud shreik can be heard, causing Agent Thompson to drop to her knees. Vesper closes the book as a small faerie with glasses flits by, staring at Vesper as it passes.> Vesper: Skin-bound novels are deadly to those without resistance to the anomalous. Thompson: I appreciate the warning. What if you weren't here and I opened that book? Vesper: You would probably die. Although fate seems fluid, it's better to think of it as strands in a weave. Divination is all about interpreting those strands and recognizing which one you are currently travelling on. On this strand, I'm here to save you, on others I may not be. <They reach out their hand to Agent Thompson, who takes it and stands back on her feet.> Thompson: Thanks… I think? <She sits with her back to the railing as Vesper skims through the shelves.> Can I ask a question? Vesper: I'll save you from struggling with your wording: Yes, there's something for everyone here at Serena Verdae, and I can't think of many examples of people never finding friends. As long as you try, which you've already shown you do, and aren't completely abrasive, which you haven't been, you'll find your people. <Hana sighs. Vesper pulls out a heavy, barnacled tome from the shelf and places it in her arms. They turn around.> Thompson: Yeah—I should have guessed you would have an answer ready. Vesper: You're valid for feeling the way you do, Hana. Many of us were once in your shoes, and we were scared too. <They walk over to a nearby table. Agent Thompson follows.> That fear is only as large as you make it, though, and someday you have to face it in order to live your life. <Vesper sits at the table and begins to carefully thumb through the tome's pages. Agent Thompson stops just before the table, removing a camera from her pocket before quickly hiding it again. She sits down.> Vesper: Here, look at this. «Break» Ballad of the Crab Killer Long ago, on rocky shores, the bastard crab arise With terror it sunk the sailing ships, of empires who claim the skies But mortal men care not for myth, for their coffers have run dry To slay the beast, they sent their fleets, the terror that must die The fog fell fast upon them, the ropes they shake and sway The sun consumed by greying clouds, the final lights of day Their cannons aimed, the powder dry, men ready to attack From crow's nest the scouter shouts, "I see its crimson back!" Their hulls lie broke and splintered, the water turned foamy red The rocks became the resting place of those that wound up dead Survivors told their fishing tales, their lucid word appends "Long will live the bastard crab, and the harbor he defends" And so the myth grows larger, a shadow across the land Weary eyes search the tides, their fear will make it grand Warriors come to slay the beast, their hubris stains the docks The hunting men hid fast away, taken beneath the rocks But one will come who'll kill the crab, who slays it without fear For on that day, the greying skies, will finally recede and clear Blessed be the Crab Killer, armed with pale moonlight Blessed be the Crab Killer, who ends the city's blight «Continued» Thompson: Oh! We used to analyze poetry in AP Lit. I think I won my school's poetry competition, so this should be a piece of cake. Vesper: So how will your knowledge of Eliot and Hughes help us out here? Thompson: You see, it's simple. <She pauses, skimming over the stanzas.> So there's this crab… <Vesper laughs.> Vesper: It's not just a poem, it's a prophecy. A lot of prophecies are written in verse so they're easier to remember and pass down. Along the way, someone must have decided to write it down. This one is more direct; context and definite resolution. Not something many prophecies have. Thompson: So now what? We wait until a stormy night for this thing to come out and snap a few photos before it kills us? Vesper: I don't think it's going to be as easy as you think. Thompson: Are you saying that because you know or because you're trying to discourage me. <Vesper smiles and shrugs.> Thompson: So lets say, hypothetically, I was to go look for this thing during a storm. Is there a good chance I die a violent and painful death by something that most people here eat in a sandwich? Vesper: No you'll be fine. Thompson: Alright I'm going then. <Agent Thompson begins to stand and throws her backpack around her shoulder.> Vesper: Why are you doing this? Thompson: You already know. Vesper: I do but I want you to hear how ridiculous it sounds. <Agent Thompson crosses her arms.> Thompson: It's a conversation starter. How cool would it be to be known as the person who photographed the "Crimson Pincer"? Vesper: And that's worth the risk of death to you? Thompson: Death and I have danced enough in the past few years. I think I know all of its moves by now. Plus you said I'd be fine, so what's the worst that can happen? <Vesper stands and places a hand on Agent Thompson's shoulder.> Vesper: And you were such a good friend. <Agent Thompson laughs. Vesper pats her on the shoulder.> Vesper: Stay safe, Hana. Don't forget to bring your camera with you. It's going to be more useful than it is now sitting in your pocket. Thompson: You'll have to tell me all about it next class. Thank you, Vesper. «End Log» Glass 🫙 Heyyyyyy Remember how you said you'd be able to get me whatever I needed ? Most things you needed, yes. What do you need, Hana? Rain gear and some money for a ferry ticket Going to go check out one of the lighthouses with a some freinds on the 18th *friends I'll be safe don't worry I'll put the order through and have someone bring it over. How is the assignment going? Are you more acclimated to school now? Is there anything you want to discuss over a text or video call? Good, we went to the library to read about the big crab Yes No thank you Well, I'm glad to hear you're doing well. Be safe too. I hear there's going to be a large storm hitting Providence soon. You should probably delay your plans until after it clears. Yeah maybe Going to get dinner ✌️ Pomham Rocks Lighthouse, Providence, Rhode Island, United States «SCP-6342 Exploration Log - 03» Personnel Present: Agent Thompson <Agent Thompson watches as her ferry departs on the choppy waves of the Providence River. The fog is thick and water droplets begin to obscure the video footage. Agent Thompson wipes off the lens with her thumb.> Thompson: Before embarking on an expedition, it's important a field agent has all the necessary equipment. (Mumbling) Let's see: boots? Check. Rain coat? Check. Ever increasing sense of dread that I'm making the wrong choice? <She sighs.> Check. Thompson: So I didn't drown—yet. At least whoever finds this footage will be able to pick up that much. <She begins pacing the shore.> Now if I were a big scary crab who can apparently sink boats, where would I be? <She removes a glow stick from her backpack and cracks it. The surrounding fog begins to glow a light green.> Thompson: I would probably just hide under rocks all day. I can't imagine wanting to get some food only for some asshole to crush me with a rock or boil me alive in a pot of water. <The sound of her stomach growling can be heard.> Thompson: Although at this point, that doesn't seem too bad. <She removes a granola bar from her backpack and begins scanning the shoreline.> Thompson: Was this a stupid idea? Would people really care if I walked up to them and said "Hey, I'm the person who went out in a storm to take a photo of a crab"? <A crunching noise can be heard as Agent Thompson crushes the remains of a crab shell. She jumps.> Thompson: Fuck! <She struggles to catch her breath.> It's just a crab. A dead crab. Not a crab that has killed hundreds of people. <Agent Thompson pulls the camera slightly out of her pocket, thumbing over the runes carved on its surface. She walks to a nearby puddle, her appearance distorted by the ripple of raindrops.> Thompson: You really look like shit, don't you, Hana? <She sighs.> How did you get here? <Somewhere in the distance the sound of scraping against rock can be heard. Agent Thompson spins to face the noise. A dog-sized shadow can be seen retreating behind a rock.> Thompson: Got you! <She sprints over to the rock, camera in hand. Seaweed and algae cover the rock. Agent Thompson crosses her arms.> Thompson: What's the point of this? I'm soaked and I probably look like an idiot kicking around in the sand at who knows what time. <She sighs.> Mist Crab! Mist Crab are you there? I know where we can find some ships to feed you! <A pause, silence.> Yeah, fuck this. <Agent Thompson begins to walk back towards the dock. As she crosses from grass to sand, she hears a collection of rocks shift and begin to roll. She grabs a loose stick and holds it outstretched, lifting one of the rocks up and reveals a small hermit crab.> Thompson: (Whispering) Oh, thank Christ. <She clears her throat.> Hey, little fella. Are you the Crimson Pincer? Are you going to spill my blood on the rocks of this island too? <A rumbling noise can be heard, soft at first, but louder as the hermit crab takes shelter in its shell. The a cacophany of clicks can be heard as a car-sized shadow begins to approach Agent Thompson. She drops the stick and stumbles backwards.> Thompson: (Mumbling) Wow you really are real. Holy shit! My classmates aren't going to believe what I bring back. They'll all want to hear about how I met the crab and lived. <She pauses.> Hey… we're cool, right? Just let me write down some notes on what you look like, maybe take a picture or two and I'll be out of your hair-er, uh antennae? <She takes the camera out of her pocket and hesitates for a moment, allowing the crab to get closer.> Thompson: It's just a photo, Hana. Just one photo and you can put it back in your jacket and pretend it doesn't exist. <With a mumbled prayer she takes a picture, illuminating the fog around her, and momentarily dazing the crab. She grabs the polaroid, shakes it, and places it in her pocket.> Thompson: Now to get the fuck out of here. <Agent Thompson begins to run towards the dock but the creature blocks her path. It grows in size and she begins to walk backwards.> Thompson: Come on. Just go away already! You're just a crab! Seagulls own you guys. <She grips the glowstick with her hand and throws it at the creature, harmlessly bouncing off its shell. The sound of a door opening can be heard behind her.> Vesper: Hana, get inside! Thompson: Vesper? What the fuck are you doing here? Vesper: Now! <Agent Thompson runs towards the lighthouse proper. A vaguely humanoid figure can be seen holding open the door, calling to her. The crab, hissing and snapping, chases Agent Thompson to the lighthouse. Once inside, the creature begins banging at the walls of the building, shaking it and causing dust to fall from the ceiling.> Thompson: (Panting) What the fuck was that!? First it was so so little and then— Vesper: Breathe, Hana. It's alright. Thompson: Why are you here? I thought you'd be happy just watching this from the sideline. Vesper: I knew you would be safe because I knew I would be here to save your ass. Besides, having your partner get killed during a group project isn't a good look. <Agent Thompson embraces Vesper.> Thompson: You're still a sight for sore eyes, but I'm really happy you're here. Vesper: It's not over yet, we still have to make it back to the harbor. <A pause. Agent Thompson removes the polaroid and camera from her jacket pocket. The image of a crab slowly begins to appear.> Thompson: Aw fuck, it's blurry, but hopefully this will still work. <Agent Thompson removes a black cloth survival kit from her backpack, and takes a bottle of rubbing alcohol from within it. She takes the polaroid, rolls it, places it in the rubbing alcohol. She shakes the bottle for a few minutes, causing the contents of the clear white bottle to turn a muddled grey. After some time, she removes the photo from the bottle.> Vesper: Ew, gross it's all gooey now. <They gag.> Thompson: Isn't that what you expected? Vesper: Worse. <A pause. Silence.> Thompson: God, I haven't done that in a while. <She takes a deep breath in, then out.> Vesper: How are you feeling? Thompson: I-I think I'm good. Do you want to go outside now? Vesper: Aren't you still worried? <She holds up the picture.> Thompson: I think I just got so caught up with everything that it all just piled up, you know? <She pauses for a moment, before tearing the photo into a collection of small pieces.> I think I'm ready now. <The pair exit the library and find the creature still scuttling outside. Its form is torn and melty, and it begins to shrink as Agent Thompson approaches.> Vesper: I knew you could do it, you know? Thompson: Pfft, that? It's just a lame party trick. Nothing compared to what you can do. Vesper: Well I feel like a lot of people would like this "lame party trick" of yours. <Agent Thompson pauses.> Thompson: Maybe. I think I'd like to share it sometime. <She points at the crab.> So what do we do with it? I doubt many people will be scared of a melty crab now. Vesper: (Mockingly) Behold, the terrifying Crimson Pincer. <They both begin to laugh. Agent Thompson takes another photo, then picks the crab up with her hands.> Thompson: Maybe we can bring it to class. That'll definitely impress the professor, won't it? Vesper: Considering you already broke the rule about disrupting the creature, I wouldn't show her any evidence of you doing that. <Agent Thompson pauses. Vesper laughs.> Thompson: Oh… fuck. I'm going to fail now, aren't I? Vesper: I think I warned you. Twice. Oh well, it's just an entry-level course. Thompson: (Mumbling) That's easy for you to say. What if the school doesn't want me back now? Vesper: This is nothing compared to what people have done in the past, especially to Lisera. Don't worry, Hana, you'll be back. <They begin to walk towards the dock. Suddenly a pained yelp can be heard in the recording. Agent Thompson tries to shake the crab off of her thumb, throwing it against the ground. It shatters on the rocks.> Vesper: So about— Thompson: I don't want to talk about it. <The sun begins rising in the distance, and a small dinghy with two figures appears. As they begin to prepare to leave the island, Hana removes the rune-carved camera from her jacket, offering it to one of the figures to take a photo of the pair. They pose together in front of the lighthouse, then board the boat as a flock of seagull's begin to pick at the creature's corpse.> «End Log» | | Show Updated Documentation? | Loading… Loaded! | | Item#: 6342 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" SCP-6342 post-neutralization Revised Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6342 is no longer necessary following its neutralization. Monitoring of the New England coastline for additional SCP-6342 sightings has been moved to low priority. Revised Description: SCP-6342 was the designation given to a Cancer borealis living in Providence Harbor. SCP-6342's size was determined to directly correlate with the amount of fear displayed while observing it, an effect that can be countered by anomalous means. On the night of June 18th, 2018, Agent Thompson accidentally encountered and neutralized SCP-6342 while reporting on it for a Cryptozoology course hosted over the summer by Serena Verdae College. Agent Thompson returned to Site-19 following the program's completion and reported to Dr. Glass that she had failed the course, citing that "melting the crab and throwing it at a rock after it pinched my finger was against the rules of the assignment." Overall, Dr. Glass and Director Light considered Agent Thompson's first field mission, although impromptu, a success, with reassignment to a new mission currently being discussed. Vesper 🔮 So they're letting you come back right? People are wondering what transpired of the mighty crab killer lol I told you people would talk about it! I'm not supposed to be saying this but maybe next fall if I behave I'm surprised they're keeping you back Given the stories I've heard you sound like you would be an effective agent You weren't supposed to talk about that! It was supposed to be a secret! Even without reading your future it was obvious Bit of a coincidence for there to just be people to pick us up after your excursion don't you think? Alright you got me They want to make sure I'm ready before I go back out You're grounded aren't you? Am not Fuck you! Gotta run to theatre now You should join when you come back Maybe Set painting would be fun Well regardless I look forward to seeing you when you come back Let me know how things go with your new friend Friend? 😙 Bye! Footnotes 1. More commonly known as Jonah Crab. 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SCP-6342 | neutralized | "Long will live the bastard crab, and the harbor he defends" . AstersQuill SCP-6342: The Noble Knight Thompson and the Beast of Crimson Author: AstersQuill - Author Page Item#: 6342 Level3 Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" SCP-6342 fighting a Giant Octopus, depicted by Frederick Whymper, 1883 Special Containment Procedures: Due to widespread reports of SCP-6342 sightings by New England fishers, Foundation naval vessels are to monitor the waters bordering New England. This area extends from the Long Island Sound in the south to the Bay of Fundy in the north. Additionally, reports of SCP-6342 are to be discredited as nautical folklore attributed to prolonged periods of dehydration while on the water. Description: SCP-6342 is the designation given to an oversized Cancer borealis1 identified as the mythical "Crimson Pincer" by local residents of Providence, Rhode Island, United States. Reports of SCP-6342 seem to increase during the late winter/early spring, directly correlating with Providence's foggy season. Based on testimonials from locals, Foundation researchers theorize SCP-6342 to be between 1-7 meters across, with smallest size measurements coming from well-known members of Providence's fishing community. Correlational analysis into this phenomenon is currently ongoing. | | Welcome "Dr. Glass"! Would You Like To Update SCP-6342 Documentation? | | Uploading Files… | Files Uploaded! | | Addendum - 01 SCP-6342 Exploration Logs Personnel Present: Dr. Simon Glass; Junior Field Agent Hana "Iris" Thompson Date: June 3rd, 2018 «Begin Log» <Dr. Glass and Agent Thompson sit on a bench at a bus stop. Agent Thompson clutches the strap of her duffle bag tightly, her foot taps against the pavement. Dr. Glass checks his watch.> Glass: The bus should be here in five minutes. Are you excited to get back out into the world? <Agent Thompson continues to look off into the distance.> Glass: Hana? Is everything alright? <Agent Thompson closes her eyes and exhales. She turns to face Dr. Glass.> Thompson: Sorry, I'm just a little nervous. First day jitters and all. Glass: Perfectly understandable. It looks much scarier from the outside compared to when you're actually there. I can provide some resources or we can schedule appointments while you're away. Thompson: Thanks, Glass. I appreciate it, but — it's just I expected things to be different. Full ride for a really good journalism program and now… well, you get it. <A pause. Agent Thompson places her face in her hand.> Glass: Depending on how this goes we may be able to make that dream a reality for you. Thompson: Really? Glass: Serena Verdae has one of the best anomalous journalism programs on the east coast. <He laughs.> That's not something the recruiters will tell you. <Agent Thompson quietly laughs. Her expression softens and her shoulders relax. A bus stops in front of the pair. Agent Thompson grabs her bags and prepares to board.> Glass: I've been paying attention to the weather systems along your flight path and everything seems to be good to go. Once you land in Providence, let me know. Don't forget help is just a text away. Thompson: I appreciate it. <She takes a deep breath.> Don't worry about me too much while I'm gone. <Agent Thompson stands up and begins to walk up the steps.> Glass: Oh, Hana? <She stops halfway up the stairs and turns around. Dr. Glass produces a rune-covered camera from within his labcoat and hands it to her. She pauses for a second before hesitantly taking it.> Glass: Remember to have fun. I want to hear some interesting stories when you return. «End Log» Glass 🫙 Good morning, Hana. How have you settled in so far? Have you met any of the other students yet? I'm going to be honest Glass It's completely dead here 👻 town Are there any events for the students that are staying there? Surely the RAs must be doing something fun for you all. Yeah they were offering cookies in the lounge and they were all gone by the time I got there Idk if this is a good idea anymore Idk how much longer I can deal with eating by myself and watching movie marathons every night Can I come back now? maybe we can try again later when i'm ready Before we left you wouldn't stop talking about how excited you were to finally get away from the site. I understand how stressful this experience must be for you, though. In times like these it's important to breathe; you are ready for this, Hana. It's just going to be a little hard in the beginning, but that's okay. Please give this some time before you fully decide to come back. We can reevaluate these feelings after classes start. Oh, also. Dr. Kondraki wanted me to tell you not to have too much fun while you're gone. Tell Dr. K I said hi Alright I'll stay but if this doesn't change I don't want to be here anymore I don't think I can put myself through that Understood. I hope you have a good day, Hana. If you need to set up a call just send me a message. Alright? got it 👍 «SCP-6342 Exploration Log - 01» Personnel Present: Agent Thompson «Begin Log» <Agent Thompson adjusts a pin containing a camera and audio device. She spends a moment and looks at herself in the mirror, straightening out wrinkles on her shirt and letterman jacket. A sticky note containing her name, age, and previous occupancy sits on the mirrors corner. She picks it up and sighs.> Thompson: You can do this, Hana. You've come so far. <She messes with her short hair.> It's just college. Just. College. You got this. Don't fuck this up. <Agent Thompson can be heard mumbling "Don't fuck this up" as she packs her bag. She slings the bag around her shoulder and stands in front of the mirror, forcing a smile, then a serious face.> Thompson: You must think I look ridiculous, don't you? <She turns and grabs a stuffed rabbit, holding it at arms length.> Thompson: Wish me luck, Sir Hopsworth. <Agent Thompson sets the stuffed animal down gently on her bed, waving at it as she leaves the dorm.> «Break» A view of Yesenia Hall taken from the footage of Hana Thompson's pin camera. «Continued» <Agent Thompson rounds the corner and stands in front of the door of a nearly empty lecture hall. A stocky woman stands at a lectern in the front of the room, sorting through a collection of manila folders and papers. She wears a winding, golden pin on her lapel. Agent Thompson takes a deep breath and enters the room.> Thompson: (Softly) Um… excuse me? Are you Professor Lisera? Lisera: Indeed I am. You must be? Thompson: Hana, ma'am. Hana Thompson. Lisera: Well it is nice to meet you, Ms. Thompson. What brings you to my class this summer? <Hana hesitates slightly.> Thompson: I-uh. I just wanted to try out a class here before I commit to enrolling. Trying to get back in the game after an unplanned break, you know? Lisera: Well, I hope my course is able to serve as a great example of what you could expect during here. Be assured that students of all levels, both new and old, have found success at Serena Verdae. Thompson: Yeah, that's what I've been told. I'll be fine, just a little rusty at first. Lisera: If there is anything I can do to make your transition easier, do not be afraid to let me know. Thompson: Thank you, professor. I appreciate it. <Agent Thompson moves deeper in the room and takes her seat in the front row. She takes a notebook and pencil out from her backpack, neatly laying them out on the table in front of her. Time passes. More students file in, taking their seats around the classroom. Agent Thompson looks around before turning forward. She begins to tap a pencil on the table.> Thompson: (Whispering) Deep breaths, Hana. Deep breaths. <The pencil tapping gets louder.> First impressions are everything, you'll be fine. <Professor Lisera finishes sorting through papers and looks towards the class. She carves a sequence of runes in the air, causing a piece of chalk to animate and write "BIOL 1610 - Cryptozoology I" on the chalkboard.> Lisera: Good afternoon, class. I am Archivist Lisera, your professor for the next few weeks as we begin our exploration in the expansive field of Cryptozoology. Now, I trust that there will be no mischief, shenanigans, or horsing around; we only have a short time together, and it's important that we don't waste a minute of it. <She picks up one of the manila folders from the table, holding it up in one hand.> Lisera: By the end of class today you are to form groups of two. Extraordinary circumstances aside, these will be your partners until the end of the session. Choose wisely. This course will be very discussion and research-heavy, with students expected to present their findings at lecture each week. <Agent Thompson turns and begins to speak, but stops when she notices the people behind her are whispering to one another. Professor Lisera taps on the center of the stack of manila folders. The covers of the folder begin to flap like the wings of a bird and fly out towards the students.> Lisera: Each group has been assigned a creature of local folklore to research. Please review the contents of the folder, as it will provide you tips on where to start searching. I should make myself clear: any direct disruption to the ecosystem of Providence or to your assigned creature itself, will lead to a failing grade in this class. <The shuffling of papers can be heard as the groups begin to look at the contents of the folders. Professor Lisera approaches Agent Thompson> Thompson: Can I just work alone on this? It seems like everyone else has already grouped up. Lisera: I'm sorry, Ms. Thompson, but there are no exceptions. The roster says we have an even number of students, but there may be a clerical error. Let me ask the other groups about adding a third member. Thompson: Wait you don't have to— Lisera: Would any group be able to take on a third member? <A pause. The classroom goes silent, and Hana cringes, shrinking into her seat.> Lisera: Anyone? <Whispering can be heard from around the room. Hana leans into her desk, facing forwards. The camera begins to shake slightly.> Lisera: If no one chooses, I will choose for you. <Silence. The soft sound of sniffling is picked up by the recording device.> ???: I can work with her. <The class turns to regard the voice. It belongs to an amorphous humanoid with shifting gray skin that stands in the doorway of the classroom.> Lisera: Mx. Vesper, I was wondering when you would be joining us. You will be marked tardy for today's class. Vesper: Sorry, prof. Got caught in traffic. Lisera: Right… <Vesper makes their way across the room, taking a seat next to Agent Thompson. The class resumes their conversation, and Professor Lisera returns to the front of the room.> Vesper: Nice to meet you, Hana. Most people call me Vesper. Thompson: Hi, Vesper. How did you know my name? Vesper: Divination major— it's also on your notebook. <Agent Thompson laughs.> Thompson: Does that mean you can read my fortune? Vesper: I can, just don't expect any lucky numbers. All you need to do is give me your hand and close your eyes. <Agent Thompson holds her hand out towards Vesper. Vesper's form begins to shift.> Vesper: Hm. Oh this is very interesting. Thompson: Is that a good or a bad thing? Oh, do I end up with the girl of my dreams in the future? Any amount of success? Vesper: No, no I see something: I see you in a storm, afraid, alone. You're cursing to yourself. Then a shadow starts to chase after you, nearly catching you, but you're just able to slip away. <A pause. They begin to laugh.> I also see you failing this class. Thompson: What? Vesper: Alright! You can open your eyes now. <Vesper's form stops shifting, revealing the nearly identical form of Agent Thompson. Agent Thompson pulls her hand back.> Thompson: Ah! You can just… do that? Vesper: How am I supposed to know your future if I don't know you? <Professor Lisera clears her throat. Vesper's form returns to normal.> Thompson: We should probably figure out what we're supposed to be doing so we can start working. «Break» The Crimson Pincer Hailing from the waters of the Northeast United States, the coloquially named "Crimson Pincer" has been a facet of New England sailing folklore from before even the first Europeans theorized of the existence of a New World. Many stories from European sailors talk of a creature with an impenetrable carapace, claws the could split ships, and a crimson red shell thought to be dyed from the blood of the sailors it has killed. In modern times, local fisherman still talk of a creature stirring beneath the waves, and trapped sailors claim to see the creature while trapped on the rocky shores of the region. «Continued» Thompson: Oooo… scary crab. <She laughs.> I'm surprised a group of fisherman haven't hunted this thing down to serve with butter and spices. Vesper: If someone started raving to you saying there was a "crab in the mist" would you believe them? Thompson: Glass did tell me New Englanders have a higher tolerance towards the anomalous than most. Vesper: Glass? Is that a friend or? Thompson: My therapist… one of them. <She laughs nervously.> Most of my friends at this point are people much older than me with fancy titles. That sounds weird. Is that weird? Vesper: I see. Well, I'm glad you're getting help for whatever it is. <They place their hand on Hana's shoulder.> You'll find some great friends, I promise. Thompson: Are you trying to be reassurring or did you see that in my future? Vesper: As a diviner, it's important to leave some things unknown. Life is better when you have surprises to look forward to, trust me. <Vesper pats Hana's shoulder. Professor Lisera returns to the front of the room.> Lisera: Now that you have all had time to review your materials we can move over to today's lecture: the History of Cryptozoology in the Northeast. <Agent Thompson leans over.> Thompson: (Whispering) Do you want to grab some coffee after this? Hangout at my apartment to plan on what we should do next? Vesper: I have to run to a meeting for theatre after this, but we should meet tomorrow. Seaspray Café at noon work? <Agent Thompson nods. She leans back in her chair and sighs as Professor Lisera continues her lecture.> «End Log» Glass 🫙 Hypothetically speaking Say I had an assignment for class that involved some creature right How I would I go about finding information for that? It would depend on the creature. Libraries are always a wealth of knowledge on most topics, you should be able to find some encyclopedias or ecology textbooks there. Appreciate the reminder Glass but I'm already ahead of you there Do you think they have any books about ship destroying crabs ? You should be able to access the Foundation's database with your clearance. I can grant you access to any necessary redactions should they be relevant to your coursework. However, I should advise you to be cautious; this creature is real and we've been trying to monitor its position for years now. I suggest you disengage while we work to dispatch a task force to your location. You don't have to do all that for a little crab, Glass Besides I'm a junior field agent right? Let this be my first assignment If I do a good enough job maybe you'll fix the ac in my room on site Also if anything happens to the crab I fail so 🤷♀️ Alright, no task force. I will have to clear your request with Director Light, though. In the meantime, feel free to access all relevant documentation from the database. I can even give you the contact information with the project heads if that would be helpful. Appreciate it but I'll pass It wouldn't look good to cheat on my first college assignment see you later «SCP-6342 Exploration Log - 02» Personnel Present: Agent Thompson «Begin Log» <Agent Thompson sits at a wooden café table and idly stirs an iced coffee as she jots notes in a small notebook. The table is covered in several books and loose sheets of paper, volumes of local folklore, and rough charcoal sketches of crabs on crumpled newspapers. A couple walks by and she sighs, turning herself in her chair to watch them.> Vesper: It's too early in the day to start yearning. Besides, you don't want what they have. <She turns around. Vesper stands on the other side of the table in the form of a construction worker.> Thompson: Good Afternoon, Vesper. Interesting… form you're wearing today? <She turns back around.> So what's the deal with them? You hold their hands? Get their dirty little secrets? Vesper: I know everyone's dirty little secrets. I know that he cheated on her with her roommate. I also know that she's about to find out. Thompson: Geez. Do you really have something from everyone in your class? <Vesper shrugs. Agent Thompson takes a sip of her coffee.> Vesper: What can I say? People love to share. <Agent Thompson can be heard choking.> Vesper: When they're drunk, of course. Did you really think I get around that much? Thompson: No judgement. That would just be a lot of hands to hold. <Vesper laughs and takes a seat. Their bulky form towers over the small table and chair set.> Vesper: At the end of they day we're just college students. Anomalous or not. We don't live a different life just because the world thinks we're "weird". Thompson: I see. Your parties probably go crazy, though. I think I would kill to go to a supernatural party. Vesper: Some make you do just that to enter. <A pause.> Vesper: I'm just messing around, Hana. Don't worry. Thompson: Oh! That's good. Vesper: Mind telling me what all this is? <Vesper picks up a crumpled newspaper from the table.> Thompson: You don't already know? Didn't you see it in my future when you held my hand? Vesper: Cute, but yes I do know. Divining takes a toll on the mind so I try not to hold onto the intimate details of everyone's day. Notable events, like people cheating, sure, but knowing when someone is going to tie their shoe or sharpen a pencil isn't important enough to remember. Thompson: Aren't you at least a little curious about the little details? Vesper: Well it would make my ibuprofen bill even larger than it already is. Besides, it's also an asshole move to explain things to people if they have something to say. I do enjoy hearing people talk sometimes. Thompson: Ah, that makes sense. So I spent last night and this morning trying to figure out where to start with our research. <She motions to the various papers and books on the table.> I'm sure you gathered that, though. Vesper: Were you able to learn anything? Thompson: I learned that the fisherman of Providence really suck at drawing and that people will give you mean looks if you spend all morning in the fish market and then get on a bus. Vesper: You're really quite the inquisitive one, huh? Think about joining the school paper in the fall? Thompson: Maybe. People say I was the president of my high school's newspaper club. Apparently I did a pretty good job too. I think they just say that because I'll go through anything for a scrap of information. Vesper: How has that been going so far? <Agent Thompson sighs and leans forward, placing her head on the table.> Thompson: Ecology textbooks on the crabs of New England, contemporary naval folklore, even almanacs for the past ten years. Nothing. Barely even a footnote. <She sighs.> I think we're going to need a bigger boat. Vesper: That's because you're looking in the wrong place. You're never going to find information in these books, they're from the wrong side of the Veil. <Vesper stands up from the table and sheds their previously form. They wrap themself in an emerald sweatshirt with the white text of "Serena Verdae".> Vesper: Come on, grab your stuff. We're going to go to a real library. «Break» The atrium of Serena Verdae's Library of Ways «Continued» <Agent Thompson and Vesper stand adjacent to one of the many rows of bookshelves in the room. Vesper can be seen momentarily scanning over several large volumes before the camera shifts as Agent Thompson leans over the balcony to look around the large atrium. Winding columns and staircases occupied by patrons, both humanoid and not, flank the room, and the distant crackling of thaumaturgy can be heard as background ambiance.> Thompson: God this place is cool. If you told me a year ago that a place like this existed, I probably wouldn't have believed you. Vesper: In the same way you would if someone talked about a giant crab? <The pair laugh.> Vesper: If you think this is impressive you should check out the Wanderers' Library one day. It has books your brain would never begin to comprehend. The librarian is a giant centipede too. Thompson: Maybe I'll take you up on that offer as long as you can get me a library card. I don't think I can take the trip at the moment. <Agent Thompson returns to the stack of books and places her finger on the leathery spine of a large volume.> Vesper: Don't open that, it'll kill you. Thompson: Are you joking? <Vesper removes the volume from the shelf, steps back, and opens it. A loud shreik can be heard, causing Agent Thompson to drop to her knees. Vesper closes the book as a small faerie with glasses flits by, staring at Vesper as it passes.> Vesper: Skin-bound novels are deadly to those without resistance to the anomalous. Thompson: I appreciate the warning. What if you weren't here and I opened that book? Vesper: You would probably die. Although fate seems fluid, it's better to think of it as strands in a weave. Divination is all about interpreting those strands and recognizing which one you are currently travelling on. On this strand, I'm here to save you, on others I may not be. <They reach out their hand to Agent Thompson, who takes it and stands back on her feet.> Thompson: Thanks… I think? <She sits with her back to the railing as Vesper skims through the shelves.> Can I ask a question? Vesper: I'll save you from struggling with your wording: Yes, there's something for everyone here at Serena Verdae, and I can't think of many examples of people never finding friends. As long as you try, which you've already shown you do, and aren't completely abrasive, which you haven't been, you'll find your people. <Hana sighs. Vesper pulls out a heavy, barnacled tome from the shelf and places it in her arms. They turn around.> Thompson: Yeah—I should have guessed you would have an answer ready. Vesper: You're valid for feeling the way you do, Hana. Many of us were once in your shoes, and we were scared too. <They walk over to a nearby table. Agent Thompson follows.> That fear is only as large as you make it, though, and someday you have to face it in order to live your life. <Vesper sits at the table and begins to carefully thumb through the tome's pages. Agent Thompson stops just before the table, removing a camera from her pocket before quickly hiding it again. She sits down.> Vesper: Here, look at this. «Break» Ballad of the Crab Killer Long ago, on rocky shores, the bastard crab arise With terror it sunk the sailing ships, of empires who claim the skies But mortal men care not for myth, for their coffers have run dry To slay the beast, they sent their fleets, the terror that must die The fog fell fast upon them, the ropes they shake and sway The sun consumed by greying clouds, the final lights of day Their cannons aimed, the powder dry, men ready to attack From crow's nest the scouter shouts, "I see its crimson back!" Their hulls lie broke and splintered, the water turned foamy red The rocks became the resting place of those that wound up dead Survivors told their fishing tales, their lucid word appends "Long will live the bastard crab, and the harbor he defends" And so the myth grows larger, a shadow across the land Weary eyes search the tides, their fear will make it grand Warriors come to slay the beast, their hubris stains the docks The hunting men hid fast away, taken beneath the rocks But one will come who'll kill the crab, who slays it without fear For on that day, the greying skies, will finally recede and clear Blessed be the Crab Killer, armed with pale moonlight Blessed be the Crab Killer, who ends the city's blight «Continued» Thompson: Oh! We used to analyze poetry in AP Lit. I think I won my school's poetry competition, so this should be a piece of cake. Vesper: So how will your knowledge of Eliot and Hughes help us out here? Thompson: You see, it's simple. <She pauses, skimming over the stanzas.> So there's this crab… <Vesper laughs.> Vesper: It's not just a poem, it's a prophecy. A lot of prophecies are written in verse so they're easier to remember and pass down. Along the way, someone must have decided to write it down. This one is more direct; context and definite resolution. Not something many prophecies have. Thompson: So now what? We wait until a stormy night for this thing to come out and snap a few photos before it kills us? Vesper: I don't think it's going to be as easy as you think. Thompson: Are you saying that because you know or because you're trying to discourage me. <Vesper smiles and shrugs.> Thompson: So lets say, hypothetically, I was to go look for this thing during a storm. Is there a good chance I die a violent and painful death by something that most people here eat in a sandwich? Vesper: No you'll be fine. Thompson: Alright I'm going then. <Agent Thompson begins to stand and throws her backpack around her shoulder.> Vesper: Why are you doing this? Thompson: You already know. Vesper: I do but I want you to hear how ridiculous it sounds. <Agent Thompson crosses her arms.> Thompson: It's a conversation starter. How cool would it be to be known as the person who photographed the "Crimson Pincer"? Vesper: And that's worth the risk of death to you? Thompson: Death and I have danced enough in the past few years. I think I know all of its moves by now. Plus you said I'd be fine, so what's the worst that can happen? <Vesper stands and places a hand on Agent Thompson's shoulder.> Vesper: And you were such a good friend. <Agent Thompson laughs. Vesper pats her on the shoulder.> Vesper: Stay safe, Hana. Don't forget to bring your camera with you. It's going to be more useful than it is now sitting in your pocket. Thompson: You'll have to tell me all about it next class. Thank you, Vesper. «End Log» Glass 🫙 Heyyyyyy Remember how you said you'd be able to get me whatever I needed ? Most things you needed, yes. What do you need, Hana? Rain gear and some money for a ferry ticket Going to go check out one of the lighthouses with a some freinds on the 18th *friends I'll be safe don't worry I'll put the order through and have someone bring it over. How is the assignment going? Are you more acclimated to school now? Is there anything you want to discuss over a text or video call? Good, we went to the library to read about the big crab Yes No thank you Well, I'm glad to hear you're doing well. Be safe too. I hear there's going to be a large storm hitting Providence soon. You should probably delay your plans until after it clears. Yeah maybe Going to get dinner ✌️ Pomham Rocks Lighthouse, Providence, Rhode Island, United States «SCP-6342 Exploration Log - 03» Personnel Present: Agent Thompson <Agent Thompson watches as her ferry departs on the choppy waves of the Providence River. The fog is thick and water droplets begin to obscure the video footage. Agent Thompson wipes off the lens with her thumb.> Thompson: Before embarking on an expedition, it's important a field agent has all the necessary equipment. (Mumbling) Let's see: boots? Check. Rain coat? Check. Ever increasing sense of dread that I'm making the wrong choice? <She sighs.> Check. Thompson: So I didn't drown—yet. At least whoever finds this footage will be able to pick up that much. <She begins pacing the shore.> Now if I were a big scary crab who can apparently sink boats, where would I be? <She removes a glow stick from her backpack and cracks it. The surrounding fog begins to glow a light green.> Thompson: I would probably just hide under rocks all day. I can't imagine wanting to get some food only for some asshole to crush me with a rock or boil me alive in a pot of water. <The sound of her stomach growling can be heard.> Thompson: Although at this point, that doesn't seem too bad. <She removes a granola bar from her backpack and begins scanning the shoreline.> Thompson: Was this a stupid idea? Would people really care if I walked up to them and said "Hey, I'm the person who went out in a storm to take a photo of a crab"? <A crunching noise can be heard as Agent Thompson crushes the remains of a crab shell. She jumps.> Thompson: Fuck! <She struggles to catch her breath.> It's just a crab. A dead crab. Not a crab that has killed hundreds of people. <Agent Thompson pulls the camera slightly out of her pocket, thumbing over the runes carved on its surface. She walks to a nearby puddle, her appearance distorted by the ripple of raindrops.> Thompson: You really look like shit, don't you, Hana? <She sighs.> How did you get here? <Somewhere in the distance the sound of scraping against rock can be heard. Agent Thompson spins to face the noise. A dog-sized shadow can be seen retreating behind a rock.> Thompson: Got you! <She sprints over to the rock, camera in hand. Seaweed and algae cover the rock. Agent Thompson crosses her arms.> Thompson: What's the point of this? I'm soaked and I probably look like an idiot kicking around in the sand at who knows what time. <She sighs.> Mist Crab! Mist Crab are you there? I know where we can find some ships to feed you! <A pause, silence.> Yeah, fuck this. <Agent Thompson begins to walk back towards the dock. As she crosses from grass to sand, she hears a collection of rocks shift and begin to roll. She grabs a loose stick and holds it outstretched, lifting one of the rocks up and reveals a small hermit crab.> Thompson: (Whispering) Oh, thank Christ. <She clears her throat.> Hey, little fella. Are you the Crimson Pincer? Are you going to spill my blood on the rocks of this island too? <A rumbling noise can be heard, soft at first, but louder as the hermit crab takes shelter in its shell. The a cacophany of clicks can be heard as a car-sized shadow begins to approach Agent Thompson. She drops the stick and stumbles backwards.> Thompson: (Mumbling) Wow you really are real. Holy shit! My classmates aren't going to believe what I bring back. They'll all want to hear about how I met the crab and lived. <She pauses.> Hey… we're cool, right? Just let me write down some notes on what you look like, maybe take a picture or two and I'll be out of your hair-er, uh antennae? <She takes the camera out of her pocket and hesitates for a moment, allowing the crab to get closer.> Thompson: It's just a photo, Hana. Just one photo and you can put it back in your jacket and pretend it doesn't exist. <With a mumbled prayer she takes a picture, illuminating the fog around her, and momentarily dazing the crab. She grabs the polaroid, shakes it, and places it in her pocket.> Thompson: Now to get the fuck out of here. <Agent Thompson begins to run towards the dock but the creature blocks her path. It grows in size and she begins to walk backwards.> Thompson: Come on. Just go away already! You're just a crab! Seagulls own you guys. <She grips the glowstick with her hand and throws it at the creature, harmlessly bouncing off its shell. The sound of a door opening can be heard behind her.> Vesper: Hana, get inside! Thompson: Vesper? What the fuck are you doing here? Vesper: Now! <Agent Thompson runs towards the lighthouse proper. A vaguely humanoid figure can be seen holding open the door, calling to her. The crab, hissing and snapping, chases Agent Thompson to the lighthouse. Once inside, the creature begins banging at the walls of the building, shaking it and causing dust to fall from the ceiling.> Thompson: (Panting) What the fuck was that!? First it was so so little and then— Vesper: Breathe, Hana. It's alright. Thompson: Why are you here? I thought you'd be happy just watching this from the sideline. Vesper: I knew you would be safe because I knew I would be here to save your ass. Besides, having your partner get killed during a group project isn't a good look. <Agent Thompson embraces Vesper.> Thompson: You're still a sight for sore eyes, but I'm really happy you're here. Vesper: It's not over yet, we still have to make it back to the harbor. <A pause. Agent Thompson removes the polaroid and camera from her jacket pocket. The image of a crab slowly begins to appear.> Thompson: Aw fuck, it's blurry, but hopefully this will still work. <Agent Thompson removes a black cloth survival kit from her backpack, and takes a bottle of rubbing alcohol from within it. She takes the polaroid, rolls it, places it in the rubbing alcohol. She shakes the bottle for a few minutes, causing the contents of the clear white bottle to turn a muddled grey. After some time, she removes the photo from the bottle.> Vesper: Ew, gross it's all gooey now. <They gag.> Thompson: Isn't that what you expected? Vesper: Worse. <A pause. Silence.> Thompson: God, I haven't done that in a while. <She takes a deep breath in, then out.> Vesper: How are you feeling? Thompson: I-I think I'm good. Do you want to go outside now? Vesper: Aren't you still worried? <She holds up the picture.> Thompson: I think I just got so caught up with everything that it all just piled up, you know? <She pauses for a moment, before tearing the photo into a collection of small pieces.> I think I'm ready now. <The pair exit the library and find the creature still scuttling outside. Its form is torn and melty, and it begins to shrink as Agent Thompson approaches.> Vesper: I knew you could do it, you know? Thompson: Pfft, that? It's just a lame party trick. Nothing compared to what you can do. Vesper: Well I feel like a lot of people would like this "lame party trick" of yours. <Agent Thompson pauses.> Thompson: Maybe. I think I'd like to share it sometime. <She points at the crab.> So what do we do with it? I doubt many people will be scared of a melty crab now. Vesper: (Mockingly) Behold, the terrifying Crimson Pincer. <They both begin to laugh. Agent Thompson takes another photo, then picks the crab up with her hands.> Thompson: Maybe we can bring it to class. That'll definitely impress the professor, won't it? Vesper: Considering you already broke the rule about disrupting the creature, I wouldn't show her any evidence of you doing that. <Agent Thompson pauses. Vesper laughs.> Thompson: Oh… fuck. I'm going to fail now, aren't I? Vesper: I think I warned you. Twice. Oh well, it's just an entry-level course. Thompson: (Mumbling) That's easy for you to say. What if the school doesn't want me back now? Vesper: This is nothing compared to what people have done in the past, especially to Lisera. Don't worry, Hana, you'll be back. <They begin to walk towards the dock. Suddenly a pained yelp can be heard in the recording. Agent Thompson tries to shake the crab off of her thumb, throwing it against the ground. It shatters on the rocks.> Vesper: So about— Thompson: I don't want to talk about it. <The sun begins rising in the distance, and a small dinghy with two figures appears. As they begin to prepare to leave the island, Hana removes the rune-carved camera from her jacket, offering it to one of the figures to take a photo of the pair. They pose together in front of the lighthouse, then board the boat as a flock of seagull's begin to pick at the creature's corpse.> «End Log» | | Show Updated Documentation? | Loading… Loaded! | | Item#: 6342 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" Assigned Site N/A Site Director N/A Research Head N/A Assigned MTF Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" SCP-6342 post-neutralization Revised Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6342 is no longer necessary following its neutralization. Monitoring of the New England coastline for additional SCP-6342 sightings has been moved to low priority. Revised Description: SCP-6342 was the designation given to a Cancer borealis living in Providence Harbor. SCP-6342's size was determined to directly correlate with the amount of fear displayed while observing it, an effect that can be countered by anomalous means. On the night of June 18th, 2018, Agent Thompson accidentally encountered and neutralized SCP-6342 while reporting on it for a Cryptozoology course hosted over the summer by Serena Verdae College. Agent Thompson returned to Site-19 following the program's completion and reported to Dr. Glass that she had failed the course, citing that "melting the crab and throwing it at a rock after it pinched my finger was against the rules of the assignment." Overall, Dr. Glass and Director Light considered Agent Thompson's first field mission, although impromptu, a success, with reassignment to a new mission currently being discussed. Vesper 🔮 So they're letting you come back right? People are wondering what transpired of the mighty crab killer lol I told you people would talk about it! I'm not supposed to be saying this but maybe next fall if I behave I'm surprised they're keeping you back Given the stories I've heard you sound like you would be an effective agent You weren't supposed to talk about that! It was supposed to be a secret! Even without reading your future it was obvious Bit of a coincidence for there to just be people to pick us up after your excursion don't you think? Alright you got me They want to make sure I'm ready before I go back out You're grounded aren't you? Am not Fuck you! Gotta run to theatre now You should join when you come back Maybe Set painting would be fun Well regardless I look forward to seeing you when you come back Let me know how things go with your new friend Friend? 😙 Bye! Footnotes 1. More commonly known as Jonah Crab. Scars of Kodachrome Echoes of a Forgotten Shutter Never to Tell, Never to Hear ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6342" by AstersQuill, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6342. Licensed under CC-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: FMIB 33117 Common Octopus.jpeg Author: Frederick Whymper License: CC0 Source Link: LINK Filename: FMIB 35350 Decorator.jpeg Author: Charles Frederick Holder License: CC0 Source Link: LINK Filename: George-peabody-library.jpg Author: Matthew Petroff License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported Source Link: LINK Filename: Malvern College - geograph.org.uk - 5253134.jpg Author: Philip Halling License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Generic Source Link: LINK Filename: Pomham Rocks Lighthouse.jpg Author: Kenneth C. 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SCP-6343 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-6343 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6343's containment cell is to be monitored by one guard at all times. Changes in the behavior of SCP-6343 are to be reported to site staff. No attempts to open or otherwise access SCP-6343 are to be made until further notice. As of 16/2/21, SCP-6343 is considered neutralized. Description: SCP-6343 is a large rectangular container composed of an anomalously strong form of glass and a wooden base. A small locked hatch is located on the back of SCP-6343, although all attempts to open it have failed. A metal plaque is attached to the base of SCP-6343, with the words 'The Amazing Non-Existing Beast' present on its surface. Several objects are contained within SCP-6343: A wooden chair. A pair of shackles, both bolted to the floor. Two metal bowls, both exhibiting signs of previously containing unidentified forms of meat and water, respectively. A key, thought to be used to open the hatch on the back of SCP-6343, although this cannot be tested due to the key's currently unreachable location. The objects within SCP-6343 are commonly moved and struck against the walls in a violent manner, and all show signs of severe damage. Notably, the shackles are in motion near the floor at most times. Noise regularly originates from SCP-6343, including muffled vocalizations and banging on its glass walls. Recovery: SCP-6343 was recovered in a recently-abandoned pawn shop in Halifax, Nova Scotia. A note was found taped onto the object's exterior, which read as follows: Not sure how the hell this thing works, but it's been going apeshit since I dropped the key in yesterday. No wonder that guy was in such a hurry to get rid of it. For some reason the door-thingy locked itself automatically. Could you call someone to get it open? Thanks. The following is a log of all reported behavior of SCP-6343 during its period of containment: 11/2/21 Object is first contained. 11/2/21 Muffled yelling, banging on glass. Noises cease at 11:37 PM. 12/2/21 Previous day's behavior resumes. Metal bowls are interacted with; food waste and water droplets within the bowls appear to de-manifest via unknown means. All behavior ceases at 10:49 PM. 13/2/21 Previous day's behavior resumes. Objects now being violently thrown and struck against walls. Behavior ceases at 8:21 PM. 14/2/21 Behavior resumes, with much less frequency. Vocalizations are reported to sound much less aggressive in tone. Ceases at 5:44 PM. 15/2/21 Behavior resumes later than normal, now exclusively consists of infrequent moaning. Ceases at 1:30 PM. 16/2/21 No activity until 9:29 AM, when a loud thump is heard from SCP-6343. Shackles and chair are moved from their prior position. All anomalous activity from within SCP-6343 has ceased since 16/2/21, and the glass comprising its walls was able to be easily broken the following day. With the exception of the previously mentioned objects, nothing was found inside. More From This Author More From This Author DukeCrusty's Works SCPs SCP-6838 • SCP-6191 • SCP-7436 • Tales/GoI Formats Other The Crustacean Station • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6343" by DukeCrusty, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6343. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
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Item #: SCP-6344 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6344 and SCP-6344-A are stored separately in high-value containment units at Site-43. Researchers wishing to test with SCP-6344 must get approval from two personnel of level three clearance or higher. Description: SCP-6344 is a vintage black Polaroid Colorpack 80 instant camera. SCP-6344's anomalous properties manifest when used to photograph a physical object. Upon activation, the object will vanish and reappear on the produced photograph (SCP-6344-A). Objects that reappear on SCP-6344-A are animate, and behave as normal, physical objects within the confines of the image; its positioning and any damages received will reset if SCP-6344-A is not actively observed. Tearing SCP-6344-A will cause the respective vanished object to remanifest; other forms of destruction (burning, dissolvement etc.) will not result in remanifestation. When using SCP-6344, photographed objects will only demanifest if: The photographer intends to create an SCP-6344-A instance; The photographer semantically associates the object/s as the intended subjects of the SCP-6344-A instance; The objects are fully visible to the photographer through SCP-6344, with no portions of the targeted objects out-of-frame. SCP-6344-A depicts the photographed scene and objects as the subject viewed them through SCP-6344, rather than as a non-anomalous camera would depict them1. As photographed objects are restored in the condition they are depicted in SCP-6344-A, visual impairments (including environmental factors such as undesirable lighting conditions, camera shaking etc.) will result in permanent alterations to the depicted object and have appropriate physical properties as a result. Discovery: The Foundation first became aware of SCP-6344 following several global reports of objects disappearing 'in a flash of light'. Following the emergence of reports in Ottawa, Canada, Foundation assets were immediately dispatched to investigate. They encountered a group of anomalous entities: a scorpion constructed from diamond, an automaton in a ninja outfit, an amorphous glue-like entity adorned with an equine skull, and a humanoid bee acting as leader. MTF Pi-1 engaged in combat with the group, but due to the operatives lack of knowledge of SCP-6344 and the properties of the entities, they were able to escape. PoI-3773 had also used SCP-6344 to photograph several MTF members, causing them to disappear. They hadn't been recovered since. Post-mission analysis of footage identified the group's leader as PoI-3773 (The entity will be designated an SCP object number at a later date.), an entity previously encountered during a raid on a Miracle Liberation Front2 stronghold in Michigan, United States. Due to PoI-3773's affiliation with the MLF, MTF Beta-8 ("Mythbusters") was tasked with hunting them down. A significant portion of Pi-1 transferred to Beta-8 to assist them in their task. PoI-3773 consistently evaded capture, eventually disappearing from Foundation awareness altogether. Addendum-01, Reemergence: The Foundation became aware of "Shutter's Box", a public website specializing in e-commerce and blogging; MTF Beta-8 became aware that the website had affiliations with the MLF, and was being operated by PoI-3773. + ACCESS SCP:/6344/Video Log1/PoI-3773 - Close File Digital Copy of an SCP-6344-A instance recovered. [BEGIN LOG] [An animate body of glue with an equine skull attached to a tendril is arranging a card pyramid on a metal pedestal. The entity goes to SCP-6344, attached to a custom camera stand, and photographs them; the pyramid vanishes, and the entity removes the SCP-6344-A instance.] PoI-3773: Hey Elmer! How's training coming along? [The entities are in an office. PoI-3773 and the automation ('Granite') are sitting on the floor playing cards. Elmer joins them and slides the instance towards PoI-3773.] Elmer: Just amazing! I think I'm getting the hang of it. Thanks again for making me the photographer. I'm still trying to learn the ropes, but it's kind of difficult. [PoI-3773 grabs and dabs SCP-6344-A against Elmer's body. PoI-3773 opens a photo album and applies the instance on the pages.] PoI-3773: Yeah, it's pretty finicky when it comes to positioning and lightning. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it though. Anyhow. [PoI-3773 Picks up the mason jar.] Wanna have a quick toast before Gleam comes home? Granite: Aren't you expecting something from the Tribes? [Granite points to a laptop besides PoI-3773. Poi-3773 shakes their head.] PoI-3773: It'll be a while until I get the attachments. Besides, we made big leaps with this mission so far, why not make it a special occasion? C'mon, you know you want it ♪ [PoI-3773 slides two bottles of battery acid and whiskey towards Granite and Elmer respectively. Granite shrugs.] Granite: Fine, I relent. Cheers. [All entities consume their respective containers. After consuming some whiskey, Elmer eyes the mason jar.] Elmer: Pinch?3 PoI-3773: Yeah? Elmer: Why do you keep eating honey all the time? Doesn't it get boring eating the same thing over and over again? PoI-3773: It does. I don't even like the taste, but I can't really function without it. Granite: Oh? Function? PoI-3773: Bees aren't nocturnal so I have to compensate. This is my version of coffee. If I don't eat it regularly I'll be out like a light at sunset. That's why I keep a bunch on me. Granite: [Shakes head.] Sounds like quite the conundrum. I sure do remember having to recharge all the time. Glad I got that fixed before I left Japan. Ah, how I miss it. I need to visit home one of these days. Elmer: Wait… you're actually Japanese? Man… Huh. I always thought you were a weeaboo. Granite: [Visibly annoyed.] Really? Elmer: Okay, okay my bad. I keep forgetting that accents aren't everything. I mean… I used to have a southern accent, a pretty deep one too, but I lost that when I got sent to the glue factory. PoI-3773: [Visibly horrified.] You were sent to a glue factory?! Elmer: Yeah? It was my job back when I was a safety inspector in Kentucky. It was all well and good until I fell into one of the vats. It's the reason I'm here. What were you thinking of? PoI-3773: Um… nothing. Granite: You know, When our vacation days are up we need to go on an old fashioned road trip. There's Japan, Kentucky, maybe Australia — Gleam might like that… wait, where'd you come from again, Pinch? Elmer: I… I don't think we ever asked her. Man, I feel so horrible, we've been together for years and yet we haven't so much as even— PoI-3773: I-It's no big deal, Elmer. My place ain't really that much compared to you guys. Granite: Don't sell yourself short, Pinch. I would love to hear your story. After all, this is a special occasion. PoI-3773: Well… I used to be under the radar until I moved into the city. It was rough at first but I made a lot of friends, some of them were really close. Granite: You mean our human contacts that you and Gleam made? PoI-3773: No, it's different. This was around the time when… I started socializing. The Veil wasn't really a problem for me back then so I just… made the most of it. They weren't scared of me or anything. It was nice. [PoI-3773 smiles.] Elmer: Wow, really? Not scared. Like at all? That's incredible Pinch. Hey… maybe one of these days we should meet up and hang out together. They sound like my kind of people. [PoI-3773 stops smiling and glances at the album.] PoI-3773: I don't think that's a good idea. It's been a long time… I doubt they'll remember me. Elmer: …Oh. PoI-3773: But we can visit my old hive! I think I still know where it is. Male Voice: You lived in a hive? Funny, I figured you came from the nuthouse. [The scorpion enters the office. PoI-3773 waves to him and picks up the whiskey.] PoI-3773: Gleam! You're finally back. Wanna sip? Gleam: I'll take a swing. But first, I want to ask you something real quick. PoI-3773: Sure thing, what is it? Gleam: Have you lost your goddamn mind? PoI-3773: What? Elmer: Oh boy. [Gleam slams a document in the middle of the circle, shaking with anger.] Gleam: We're becoming scam artists?! Elmer: Yep, we should've explained it better. Wait, are NFTs a scam? Granite: Elm, shush. PoI-3773: Gleam, it is not as bad as you think! We need this. Gleam: The hell we do! What made you think selling a bunch of shitty, low-effort jpgs was a good idea?! Elmer: They're not that shitty— PoI-3773: Because the Tribes signed off on it. They liked the idea too. Gleam: …What? [PoI-3773 hands Gleam a letter. Gleam reads it.] Gleam: 'This proposal has been accepted… due to the potential betterment to our monetary infrastructure?' PoI-3773: Gleam, you know how challenging it is for us to obtain funds and resources from the normal world? Gleam: It's always been challenging, it's not like we can go to the supermarket and not expect trouble. PoI-3773: But it's getting worse. Ever since the Veil learned about us they've been trying to shut us down. They're making business more difficult. Elmer: She's right. Even the human disguises are not as effective as they used to. PoI-3773: Yep. Less money, less options. The Tribes said if this continues, we're gonna be in trouble. Gleam: But… NFTs though? PoI-3773: Gleam— Gleam: I know, I'll let you finish. I just don't see how this will solve our problems. PoI-3773: Then let me show you. [PoI-3773 opens and turns the laptop towards Gleam. A digital image of a vase on a metal pedestal is visible.] Gleam: It's a vase, what about it? [PoI-3773 smiles, and drags the image. The vase falls over and shatters. Gleam stares at the computer screen, then at SCP-6344.] Gleam: …Just like your pictures. Your camera is the key to all of this? [PoI-3773 smiles and nods.] PoI-3773: That's why I'm in charge here. They finally found a way to digitize the photos. The Veil's trying to get ahead on our shipments and mailing, but we get this right, that will be a thing of the past. Think of it, Gleam! We'll be able to maximize and expand the Front. Not only will this give us the cutting edge in the war… we'll be able to help more people, and the anomalous world than we ever could! This changes everything. Gleam: Okay, So the whole scam is just a guise? I can live with that— Granite: Actually, we're still selling jpgs. Gleam: Goddammit Pinch. PoI-3773: We're starting a front company, Gleam. We have to provide something to the public. Not only will we be able to sell the photos in plain sight, we'll actually be raking a lot of dough from them too. It's been… dare I say, successful. Gleam: Pinch. Most people are idiots, not morons. They won't fall for this. PoI-3773: Our earnings report says otherwise. [PoI-3773 hands Gleam another letter. Gleam reads it and is visibly shocked.] Gleam: I-I… what? In just this month?! Granite: And we're expecting another large sale next month too. That's not including our business trades. Elmer: Yeah and the pics are selling like hotcakes! One of our customers claimed he sold his kidneys for one of these. Check it out, I made them myself. [Elmer gives an electronic tablet to Gleam. The tablet is displaying a website called 'Shutter's Box', with an image of bees coming out of a box on the top left of the screen. The pictures below display a near-identical image of a cartoon horse skull with slight cosmetic changes between them.] [Elmer smiles at Gleam. Elmer's smile fades as the tablet slides from Gleam's grasp. Gleam stares at SCP-6344 in contemplation.] PoI-3773: Look I know how it sounds but we got things figured out here. I'll be in charge of managing the website, logistics and the trading of resources. Granite: I'll handle tech support. Elmer: And I'll help with shipping — erm, or rather photographing the shipments… I'm still in training. PoI-3773: You'll help protect our servers. Not only that, we'll be in charge of this mission together, just you and me. Gleam: …Really? Why? PoI-3773: You know a thing or two about people, and I trust your judgment. Why not? [Gleam scans the room, then reverts their gaze to PoI-3773. Gleam nods.] Gleam: Alright… alright, I'll bite. There must be merit here if they're signing off on this. PoI-3773: Am— [The laptop emits a notification alert. PoI-3773 turns it around and looks at the screen.] PoI-3773: There's the message I've been looking for. Sorry guys, but I'll talk with you all later. You know… Granite: I know, it's a private matter. Come along, Gleam. Let me give you a tour of home base. There's— [Gleam swipes the whiskey from Elmer and exits the room.] Gleam: This is too much for me, I'm taking a nap. Elmer: With alcohol? Gleam: It's gonna be a long nap. Bye. [PoI-3773 waves the entities goodbye, then locks the door. PoI-3773 smirks and returns to the laptop. PoI-3773 clicks the attachment and scrolls downward. Slowly, their smile changes into a frown. PoI-3773's eyes widen as they continue to scroll down frantically, leaning close to the screen the entire time.] [END LOG] Investigation revealed that entering a certain code into the search bar granted access to an isolated network within Shutter's Box that exclusively sold SCP-6344-B instances using Bitcoin. SCP-6344-B are digital SCP-6344-A instances that retain their anomalous properties; remanifestation of the photographed items is accomplished through deletion of the SCP-6344-B file. The Foundation was unable to shut down Shutter's Box or trace the buyers. It was theorized that the network was under the influence of an anomalous effect, preventing it from being hacked. To combat the threat posed by Shutter's Box, MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers") was tasked to work alongside Beta-8 until a permanent solution was found. Addendum-02, Complications: Although the buyers of SCP-6344-2 instances and/or the main server could not be located, MTF Mu-4 were able to identify several smaller servers instead. Beta-8 was deployed to these locations and secured them. MLF operatives at these servers escaped or were taken into custody. + ACCESS SCP:/6344/Video Log2/PoI-3773 - Close File MLF's Unloading Area. [BEGIN LOG] Gleam: Okay… okay… A little more to the right. Closer…. close — stop. Alright, that should be the last one. Wait here, I'll come back. [Gleam directs a camel constructed out of emeralds to the unloading area. A glass humanoid and a clown near them unpacks various weapons, artifacts and other valuables from other crates.] [Gleam walks away. Granite is at a nearby table, assisting a large floating eyeball on inspecting the servers when they spot Gleam. Granite signals and moves towards Gleam.] Granite: Gleam, are you busy? Gleam: Not particularly. How's the status report? Granite: Looking quite spry. Take a look for yourself. [Granite hands Gleam a clipboard. Gleam reads it.] Gleam: Looking good, looking good. You keep this up and you might get a promotion… oh… more problems with the servers again? Granite: That's what I've been hearing. The attacks are starting. Gleam: You mean the raids or the hacking? Granite: Both… is she still serious about relocating our men? Gleam: [Nods.] There's too many here. The servers? Not so much. Since Elmer's already preoccupied with camera work, you and I are coming along. Granite: I understand. It's a shame, I was really starting to like it here. Gleam: I wouldn't worry too much, it'll be temporary. Is Pinch still in the office? Granite: Should be. Anything else you need? Gleam: No, that's it. Catch you later, Gran. Try not to blow a gasket when I'm gone. Kon'nichiwa! Granite: Like that will ever happen. And you said it wrong! It's Sayōnara! Gleam: Whatever. [Gleam climbs the staircase and enters the office. Elmer is in the process of photographing an oil painting of a beach at sunset. PoI-3773 is at their desk, using their laptop. Several empty mason jars are in a nearby trash can and on the desk.] Gleam: —Got it lined up and… [The flood lamp turns off just before Elmer activates SCP-6344; the painting vanishes when the area around the pedestal becomes dark. Elmer snaps their head up and examines the produced SCP-6344-A instance. They look at the instance, then at the wall outlet. It appears that the plug has fallen out of the socket. Elmer panics.] Elmer: Oh no. Uuhhhhh— PoI-3773: Elmer, I'm trying to read here. Can you… no. [PoI-3773 turns off the laptop.] [PoI-3773, visibly tired, stares at the pedestal which is now covered in darkness. Elmer quickly plugs the socket back in and tears SCP-6344-A. The painting remanifests; its colors are significantly darkened, rendering the picture difficult to distinguish. The light produced by lamps does not illuminate the object.] PoI-3773: Argh. Elmer! Elmer: S-Sorry! The plug fell out. Can we fix it? [PoI-3773 examines the painting, shaking their head.] PoI-3773: No, it's screwed. Dammit! This was my favorite. Now I got more work— [PoI-3773 tense up briefly, then relaxes. They set the painting down.] PoI-3773: It's fine. It's fine. Just an accident, just a painting. No big deal, just… oh? [Spots Gleam.] Gleam! There you are. You got the report? Gleam: Stapled and laminated like you asked. [PoI-3773 grabs the clipboard and directs Elmer to resume their work. PoI-3773 sits back at their desk, nodding as they read.] PoI-3773: We exceeded our quota with flying colors? Good to know. Gleam: I guess you were right after all; who knew morons could be so valuable? PoI-3773: Please, Gleam, at this point they're a global resource… wait, what's this about casualties! Is this a joke? [PoI-3773 rises from their seat, visibly furious. Elmer observes from their post as they set up a funhouse mirror behind the pedestal.] Gleam: Sadly no. The Foundation's making ground on the hacking. Some servers were discovered and it got bloody. The security protocols activated so it's not as serious as it could have been. Some cargo did get stolen though. [Elmer continues to watch the entities. Elmer drapes a blanket over the mirror but it doesn't cover it all the way. Elmer moves behind SCP-6344.] PoI-3773: This is serious, Gleam! Hacking's one thing, finding the actual servers is another! They're going to keep this up until we're under! They've already sent their specialized army guys after us already, what does that tell you? Elmer: Maybe we should fortify the servers? Get more help from the tech team? That's what I would do. [Elmer reaches for the shutter release.] PoI-3773: Elmer, it's not that simpl— [PoI-3773 gasps, their left arm morphs into a spear. PoI-3773 curses at the spear then jumps from the chair.] PoI-3773: Elmer, no! Elmer: Wha— [Elmer looks to PoI-3773 and tilts SCP-6344 downwards as it activates; the pedestal vanishes. PoI-3773 rushes to SCP-6344 and positions it away from the mirror. PoI-3773 pulls out SCP-6344-A and tears it. The pedestal remanifests but appears heavily twisted and stretched. Elmer stares at the pedestal in shock.] PoI-3773: Dammit! Why does my arm always has to freak out? Elmer: W-W-What?! Why… how— PoI-3773: 'Cause you didn't listen and cover it like I said! I told you positioning and light was important for a reason! You photograph a mirror without protection, it's either you or the camera's picture that will be taken4. You're lucky that stand was there to save your ass. You have to take this seriously! Elmer: S-Sorry I'd just… I-I'll be more careful. I just need more practice— PoI-3773: No, no! We're done training today. Gleam! Is the dock ready? Gleam: I believe so. PoI-3773: Good. Elmer! Take the camera with you and get Lars to take the pictures. He knows what to do. Elmer: B-But— I can— PoI-3773: Elmer. Do it. Now. Elmer: …Yes Ma'am. [Elmer carries SCP-6344 and leaves. PoI-3773 sighs and sits back in their chair, displaying physical symptoms of a headache.] PoI-3773: [Sigh.] Shit… I didn't mean to say it like that. You think I overdid it? Gleam: No, you're on point. He knows what's at stake here, what we're up against. He'll get over it. [Gleam spots the album resting near SCP-6344. Gleam inspects the album, then hands it to PoI-3773.] Gleam: And he's getting better too, these shots don't look half-bad… is this why you made this little bundle of joy? Practice? Your own personal storage unit? PoI-3773: Well… that and it's become a hobby of mine. A lot has happened since then. [PoI-3773 brushes a patch of dust on the cover. PoI-3773 frowns slightly.] Just want to keep track. Gleam: Elm does make a good point though. Updating the outposts' defense would ease the people protecting the servers. That's why you're sending us out in the first place, right? PoI-3773: That won't be enough. You know how persistent the Foundation is. We only managed to get the jump on them because they weren't expecting it. Now they're trying to cut us off from the normal world as always. I mean… we're actually making an impact among normal people for once! What if they catch us, then go after our associates? I can't stand the thought of it! Some of them were… nice. Gleam: If it happens, it happens. We'll bounce back, we've done it before. PoI-3773: I'm just tired of hiding. I just want to get out there and enjoy the sunshine for once. Is that too much to ask? Gleam: Yes. That's part of the deal when you're living in Veil-Country. PoI-3773: I know, I haven't forgotten… Gleam? Gleam: Yeah? PoI-3773: Do you think we'll be accepted after the war's over? Gleam: Accepted? PoI-3773: Remember how the Veil people always claim that if mankind ever knew about anomalies, society will crumble? Sure, there'll be unrest, that's a given. But people could change too. Society adapted before. Perhaps we don't have to live in the dark anymore, just a matter of making sure the transition goes smoothly for the light. Gleam: Honestly, I think it's a pipe dream. PoI-3773: W-What? You don't think we can win? Gleam: No, I just don't believe normal people can handle the anomalous, handle us. It's best to keep our distance. PoI-3773: How can you say that, Gleam?! We've met plenty of people before and we've become friends with a whole lot of them! Gleam: We're friends with people, yes, but not normal people. They've never been normal. PoI-3773: Yes they are! Most of them don't have powers or under-the-Veil connections. Gleam: That doesn't mean anything! A person can have those things, but that doesn't make them normal. It depends on the way they think, their reaction. Listen, I've been in this war way longer than you have. The people we know pale in comparison to the normal ones. They are not the accepting type. PoI-3773: That's because the Foundation— Gleam: The Foundation is the symptom, not the cause. PoI-3773: …A symptom? Gleam: Do you know what's the biggest problem in the world? The one problem that holds humanity back? [PoI-3773 fold their arms, expressing visible interest.] Gleam: Normal people… or as I like to call them: morons. PoI-3773: Morons?! But you said they were valuable! Gleam: They are, but they're also very costly. You know why there'll be unrest? It's because they'd be the ones causing it! Every moral panic, every time people lose their shit, it's always morons! Salem Witch Trials, Dungeon & Dragons, don't even get me started on the Cold War! The world almost died because of their immaturity… How'd you think they'll handle something bigger than themselves? PoI-3773: …They'll panic. [PoI-3773 gazes at the laptop. PoI-3773 remains silent.] Gleam: They'll do more than that. You see, while a person can adapt… normal people, morons — take your pick — feed off each other. They won't change because there's no incentive to, especially when they're all in a frenzy. They'll only exacerbate the problem: they'll make the witch trials seem like a joke, deliberately antagonize the free ports, potentially causing a war in the process. Worse of all they'll give even more power to the government! Power it should never have. PoI-3773: We don't know that for certain. Things could be different. Gleam: Their own history books say otherwise. We're trying to fight 'power', Pinch. You see why I think that's counterproductive? You see why I think keeping our distance is a good idea? PoI-3773: …Gleam. Why are you fighting to begin with? Gleam: For protection, both for myself and others. I don't care about normalcy, I'm only here so I can stop the Veil from getting out of control, stop the snakes from getting too much power. Why did you join? [PoI-3773 focuses on the album. Before they can answer, Elmer enters and rests SCP-6344 by the album.] Elmer: The tech team wants to debug the software before we send more photos out. Lars isn't here so I figured you want it back. Am I… interrupting something here? PoI-3773: …Yes, actually. The Tribes sent me a new email, and I need to focus. I need you to go back downstairs now. Thanks for the help, Elmer. I appreciate it. Gleam: You're still getting stuff from the Tribes? PoI-3773: They have to. I'm reaching rank and I have to keep up. It's only certain stuff I need to know, I doubt you'll find it interesting. Gleam: I get the message… I'll go. [Gleam approaches the door, then turns around.] As you ordered, Granite and I we'll be leaving tonight. Anything else you need before I go? [PoI-3773 continues to focus on the laptop.] PoI-3773: No… I'm good. [Gleam nods and leaves. PoI-3773 locks the door and returns to their desk. They pick up SCP-6344 and caress it in their hands, then looks at the laptop. PoI-3773 breathes slowly, setting the anomaly down.] PoI-3773: I'm good… I'm good. [PoI-3773 uses the laptop and rests a hand onto the album. Their grip tenses around the cover.] [The laptop emits a notification sound. PoI-3773 looks at the laptop screen and appears hesitant to set the album down. PoI-3773 sets it down when another notification sounds. PoI-3773 takes a deep breath, puts another jar of honey on the table and begins to use the computer.] [END LOG] Removal of the servers enabled Mu-4 to briefly hack the main Shutter's Box server, before the networks' firewall adjusted and ejected them. It was discovered these servers were infused with EVE energy but were otherwise unnoteworthy besides the SCP-6344-B instances they stored. Satisfied with Mu-4 and Beta-8's efforts, more resources were allocated to them. Commander Chance of Beta-8 oversaw further assaults on MLF servers. Addendum-03, Cooperation: Interrogation of captured MLF operatives revealed that the servers, once connected to the main network, were able to utilize their EVE to anomalously reinforce the network's firewall; the method by which this was accomplished could not be discerned, however the location of multiple servers was obtained. How this was accomplished is unknown, but what was known was the locations of many servers. Due to the servers being closely located to urban population centers and heavily fortified, the Foundation deemed it appropriate to cooperate with the GOC and the UIU. Although there were casualties, these servers were captured and removed. + ACCESS SCP:/6344/Video Log3/PoI-3773 - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Gleam enters the lobby, grasping a folder in their claws. They scan their surroundings; the number of operatives in the vicinity appears to have been cut in half. Gleam shakes their head, then carries on.] [Gleam stops at the stairs. Elmer is methodically sliding down the steps. Their skull slouches close to the ground but snaps upward upon noticing Gleam. Gleam waves to Elmer. Elmer uses a tendril to wipe traces of glue from its sockets.] Gleam: Hey Elmer. Sorry I was late, the shuttles kept delaying. Elmer: I-It's perfectly fine man, I get it. Things are pretty uh… well I'm glad you kept in touch with us. I know how frustrating the comm system is but… I — We appreciate it. How was it over there? Gleam: At my server? Insanely busy, but we managed. Honestly, I think the most danger came from boredom. I barely survived that to be hon… est? [Elmer's skull slowly positions away from Gleam, their breathing slows.] Gleam: Elm? Elmer: Oh! Um… Pinch was giving me an update and it was… I think you need to talk to her. Gleam: …Yeah, I think I do. There's something I need to tell her. Is she busy? Elmer: Yes, but she still needs help, and I don't know her as well as you do. So… Gleam: Don't worry, I'll handle it… do you need any help? Elmer: I'm only a bit tired. It's been a big day and… I don't know. I-I… I need to rest… Bye. [Elmer moves past Gleam, attempting to direct their gaze away from the latter. Steams of glue leak from the skull's sockets. Gleam stares at Elmer for a moment, then sighs. knocks on the door; it swings open from the effort, unlocked.] Gleam: Hey Pinch, can I come in for a sec? I need… Pinch? [Gleam freezes after entering the office. The room is disheveled: papers, trash, and empty jars scatter the floor. The area is dimly lit as well. PoI-3773 is at the desk, frantically typing on the laptop, muttering to itself. The majority of the jars are by PoI-3773.] PoI-3773: —Double security and relocate the servers! That's all I ask for. Why won't they just say 'yes'?! [Gleam approaches a light switch and flicks it on. The room becomes adequately lit. PoI-3773 cringes as their arm morphs again. They turn around in anger but relax upon seeing Gleam.] PoI-3773: Ah, Gleam! How's the trip? Sorry about the mess. The custodian left— [PoI-3773 cringes in pain and stars at the spear-like appendage. PoI-3773 scowls, then shakes their head. Their eyes are bloodshot; the bags under their eyes become more apparent.] PoI-3773: Sorry for that too. My arm just loves to complicate things. Gleam: It's fine. I know your stinger get jittery sometimes. Trip's been good. I wrapped up my duties with the server, the technicians should handle it now. Here's the report. PoI-3773: Amazing, Just set it right there and I'll read it soon— Gleam: Pinch… we need to talk. It's about Granite. [Gleam climbs onto the desk.] [PoI-3773 remains silent and sniffles. They click on a window on the laptop. A video plays of Granite inside the interior of a warehouse, being surrounded by MTF Beta-8. Granite attempts to fight back but comes under heavy fire from the operatives. Granite slumps to the floor, sustaining extensive damage, before being restrained.] Gleam: Oh… [Drops folder.] I was late to the punch, huh? PoI-3773: God… [PoI-3773 exhales and pulls on their neck hair.] PoI-3773: Dammit! I knew this was going to happen. Fuck, fuuuuuck! I shouldn't have sent them out so quickly! Now they're dropping like flies, I tried to pull them out but… now they're are… [Sigh.] I can't believe it… Granite. Gleam: No one could have predicted this. It's not your fault. PoI-3773: Yes it is! I sent them out! I promised them they wouldn't regret this, that they would make history. I promised them… now they're gone. Gleam: They could still be alive. They could escape like Brown did. PoI-3773: And do you honestly believe that? [Gleam doesn't respond. PoI-3773 picks up the folder and reads it. PoI-3773's voice becomes hoarse.] PoI-3773: They're… after all this time they're gonna cut us off? Just like that?! Gleam: Pinch, calm down. It's not that bad— PoI-3773: We're being downsized, Gleam. Downsized! How is that not bad?! Gleam: Pinch, we can't keep bleeding resources and expect the Tribes to be fine with it. We have to make due with it. PoI-3773: The hell we can! Without the funding this whole operation would be all for nothing! Don't they understand that?! [PoI-3773 snarls, grabs onto the folder, then throws it. Documents fly around before PoI-3773 photographs them with SCP-6344; the documents vanish. PoI-3773 pulls out SCP-6344-A, crumples it, then tosses it into a trash can.] Gleam: No, it's not! Sure, it's gone downhill but we accomplished so much. We kept the Front's business afloat, you helped people! This is anything but a failure. This is not the end either, we can always try again next time. PoI-3773: There won't be a next time. Wardens won't allow it. Gleam: They don't allow a lot of things, that's why we're here. PoI-3773: You don't get it! The Veil's always on top of things. It's like Brown said: they'll always adapt and counter. So can we, but they have more experience, more manpower, more everything! It's a constant struggle just trying to catch up! Gleam: What do you expect? This is war, not a kickball game by the playground. We're not struggling too bad. We have a lot of cards up our sleeve. PoI-3773: You mean the anomalies we're stockpiling? They sure pack a punch, but the same could be said of them too. They're getting stronger… they ain't slowing down either. Gleam: Pinch— PoI-3773: No, let me finish! They're finding new ways to counter anomalies in all their forms, filling their boxes to a tee. You can't just shrug this off! We survived as long as we did because we kept quiet, but not all of us are so lucky! What about the ones that were born and raised in the Veil? The ones that gain powers and get boxed because they didn't know any better? We could've used this as a chance to reach out to them… to help them. Gleam: We're only downsizing. PoI-3773: No we're not! They're planning to phase us out. We can't throw in the towel now. No… no, we need to take action before it's too late. Gleam: And how'd you propose we do that, Pinch? The Tribes are at their limits already. I doubt they'll budge. [PoI-3773 contemplates in thought. They look to SCP-6344 and the album. PoI-3773 straightens their posture and grabs up SCP-6344.] PoI-3773: We'll pull what's left of our resources back into espionage. Hit the Foundation where it hurts. Gleam: See? Nothing wrong going back to basics. It'll be like old times. PoI-3773: No, no. We need to go bigger than that! We know about their bases, even more of who works for them. They stole from us for far too long — how about we turn the tables for a change? Gleam: Turn the tables? PoI-3773: We'll photograph their men, our friends, and whatever else they have! Their loss will be our gain! Not only in influence, but in numbers too: I imagine it won't be hard to convince their prisoners to join us. Of course, it'll require a lot of planning— Gleam: Woah, woah. Stop! Just hold on a second. Pinch, what you're proposing is dangerous! PoI-3773: Things have already gotten dangerous! Gleam, we finally have a chance to actually change things, put the Veil in its place! Isn't that what you're fighting for? Gleam: Of course! But this is not the way. You'll stir up the hornet's nest if you do this! We can't handle a full frontal assault by them. We're not ready! PoI-3773: Then when will we be ready? Weeks? Months? Don't tell me years! The longer we wait the worse it'll be. You have to agree with me on that! Gleam: We're. Not. Ready! Every time we attack, we play a card. We either lose that card, keep it or gain another. We dogpile them right now, we'll lose all the cards. We're not gonna be sent on a suicide mission! PoI-3773: …Fine. You don't want to go? Fine by me. But I intend to follow through with this 'mission' whether you like it or not. Gleam: Actually, you're not. I said 'we're' for a reason, Pinch. PoI-3773: What? Gleam: We're both in charge, which means we both have to agree on a decision to make it happen. Therefore, I reject your plan. PoI-3773: What?! [PoI-3773 sharply rises from the chair. Both entities argue with each other. Ambient sounds are drowned by their shouting. PoI-3773's arm begins shifting in and out to a metallic form without their knowledge.] Gleam: —Not a chance! The tribes will strip you of rank, maybe even kick you out! PoI-3773: Then let them! I survived on my own before, I can do it again! Gleam: Goddammit Pinch! Be reasonable! PoI-3773: I am being reasonable! Do you know what's at stake here?! People are counting on us. Gleam: Oh please, this has nothing to do with people! PoI-3773: What does that suppose to mean? huh?! You think I don't care about them? Gleam: Oh no, you care! You definitely care. But that's not why you're acting like an ass right now. It's because of your little fantasies with the 'light', isn't it? PoI-3773: E-Excuse me?! Gleam: We've been partners for years, don't even deny it! You think the light is going to accommodate you, accommodate us if we somehow do things right?! War's unpredictable and hardly ever certain! Even if your plan works, it might kill off your dream all together. Hell, I'm willing to bet that you have doubts about it yourself! PoI-3773: Y-You don't know a goddamn thing! The world has been through wars before, and in the end, the losing side eventually concedes and coexists with the winner! Who says we can't do the same? Gleam: We're not a part of their world. Never have, never will be! They'll use the nuclear option before they let us win, and then some. Face it, your dream's just that… a dream! I keep telling you that but you won't fucking listen! Dammit woman, let it go and move on! Poi-3773: [Snarls] You listen here you shiny piece of shit! You're not going— [PoI-3773 jabs at Gleam. The spear damages Gleam's back. Gleam crumbles to the ground in pain. PoI-3773 gasps in alarm, then looks to their arm. They hyperventilate then reverse the transformation. PoI-3773 steps back and holds their arms up.] PoI-3773: I… I didn't… [Gleam stands up and stares at PoI-3773; cracks appear all over their back.. Gleam remains silent as they calmly exit the office. PoI-3773 looks at their arm, visibly shocked. They then sit back at their desk. The hair around their eyes becomes damp. A moment later, PoI-3773 presses their hands against their face, audibly whimpering.] [POI-3773 frantically reaches for a jar of honey, which tips over and spills on their lap. PoI-3773 violently shakes, slamming a hand against the desk; they no longer attempt to hide their face as they sob.] [PoI-3773 reaches for the laptop before slowly pulling their arm back, staring at the album. PoI-3773 pauses, then opens it. PoI-3773 ceases sobbing, instead huffing and coughing as they turn the pages.] [END LOG] Mu-4 gained access to Shutter's Box for a longer period of time before being kicked from the network again. A portion of the network's buyers were able to be identified, their acquired SCP-6344-B instances were confiscated, and were brought into custody or amnestized on a case by case basis. Traffic to the website sharply declined shortly after, resulting in fewer purchases. During these raids, certain details regarding SCP-6344 became known: the process of an object's transference to SCP-6344-A was dependent on SCP-6344's strobe light. With this knowledge, Beta-8 added protection to their uniforms and proceeded with their pursuit of PoI-3773. Harwick Zoological Insitute. Addendum-04, Shutdown: After removing the majority of the network's servers, the location of the main server of Shutter's Box was traced to the premises of The Harwick Zoological Institute, an abandoned zoo in Christchurch, New Zealand. Beta-8 was deployed to the area. + ACCESS SCP:/6344/Video Log4/PoI-3773 - Close File Location of PoI-3773's Office. [BEGIN LOG] [PoI-3773 sits at their desk. Most of the furniture in the room is gone. PoI-3773 leans a hand against their cheek as they inspect the contents of the album. PoI-3773 accidentally bumps their leg against a trash can, now completely filled with empty jars.] [PoI-3773 glances at the trash can and becomes visibly disgusted. They photograph the trash can with SCP-6344; the trash can vanishes. PoI-3773 removes SCP-6344-A and inserts it into a plastic zip tie bag filled with other SCP-6344-A instances. The words "MOVING" is written on it in black marker.] [PoI-3773 resumes reading the album as they caress SCP-6344. Gleam enters the office, its back still cracked. PoI-3773's posture tenses.] Gleam: Just wanted to drop by… I see you took care of packing. That camera's something else. Certainly better than this dirty old thing, right? [Gleam gestures to the bindle they're carrying. PoI-3773 remains silent, massaging one of their arms.] Gleam: I told them that I slipped and fell over. The 'bruise' will take time to heal, but that's what it is, a bruise. I know you didn't mean it… I'm sorry what happened to our associates, I know how much they meant to you. [PoI-3773 remains silent.] Gleam: …The shuttle's going to arrive soon, I'm wondering if you want to tag along. It'll be a long ride, we can… take our time, just talk, it doesn't matter. We can… [PoI-3773 remains silent as they rub the album.] Gleam: I'll be by the docks if you change your mind. [Gleam turns away.] PoI-3773: You're right. Gleam: [Turns around.] I beg your pardon? PoI-3773: You were right… I was wrong. I was wrong about everything. [Gleam pauses, then climbs onto the desk. Gleam sets down their bindle and grasps PoI-3773's hands.] Gleam: So we're finally talking about this? Why now? PoI-3773: I… had trouble accepting… until now. Gleam: About the downsizing? [PoI-3773 shakes their head.] Gleam: No? Hm… then it has to be about what I said about morons, right? [PoI-3773 nods.] Gleam: Alright… I've been around for a long time. I've seen all kinds of characters, but never one that actually likes the light, much less want to live in it. You could easily stay at the guilds or at a Free Port. You wouldn't have to hide… or is there something I'm not getting? [PoI-3773 pauses, then turns on the laptop. A folder opens, displaying rows of documents. PoI-3773 gestures Gleam to the mouse.] [Gleam uses the computer. Much of the content is hard to distinguish, but the words Lockdowns, Congressional Law, and Serbia are visible.] Gleam: These are government reports and news clippings. They're talking about things that line up if the Veil falls: mass imprisonment, conflict and panic. What am I reading? PoI-3773: My reward from The Tribes for working so hard. Gleam: These are dated years ago, but they never happened. But they don't look fake either… you're like Brown, aren't you? They pulled you from somewhere else. PoI-3773: …Would you believe me If I said I actually lived in a hive once? [PoI-3773 slides the album and opens it. Gleam scans the pages. PoI-3773 photographs the laptop with SCP-6344; the laptop vanishes.] PoI-3773: Well, I did. I was the queen too. I protected my subjects, looked over the hive… Sure it was predictable, but tolerable. I knew life was going to throw me a curveball sometime down the road but… it just happened out of nowhere! I grew up into this, and got too big. My subjects rejected me and… I had to go out on my own, but it didn't last long… Gleam: …They got you? [Gleam leans closer to the album.] PoI-3773: I didn't even know who they were at the time. I was a sitting duck! I literally walked into town and people freaked out — I could've died! They saved me alright… but they didn't help. I-I didn't even know how long I spent in that room. No sunlight, no fresh air, no people! It's just— [PoI-3773 suffers symptoms of a panic attack. Gleam wrap their stinger around their arm. PoI-3773 relaxes.] PoI-3773: I… I thought that was gonna be it… but then a miracle happened. They suddenly let us go. For once, the Veil actually wanted us to be part of the light. Of course not everyone was picked, but I got lucky. I finally saw the sun again. I could finally start over again. I was not going to waste the chance. PoI-3773: Of course, it wasn't easy. Like you said, the morons made a huge ruckus! So to calm them down, they got us to act as… spokespersons? Celebrities? I don't know what you call it but it was a public relations campaign. It was bizarre, but it worked. It worked. PoI-3773: They weren't so… adamant about us, at least not as before. I was finally able to enjoy what the world had to offer! Visiting the seven wonders of the world, going to the market and the movies without having to look over my shoulder for more than five seconds — I made friends, some of the best I ever knew. That's where I got this thing. [Gestures to SCP-6344.] Gleam: You got that from a friend? [PoI-3773 stares at Gleam, then takes a deep breath.] PoI-3773 One of my friends found it in a yard sale and wanted me to have it. I had to keep it a secret of course, it would've been confiscated otherwise. He passed a long time ago… he was the best friend I ever had. Gleam: …So that's why you wanted to be partners… what happened? How did you get here? PoI-3773: …I don't know. [PoI-3773 places a hand against the album.] PoI-3773: For god sake, I don't know! My memories were hazy, too chaotic. I was out and about in town, I think. And there was light… or was it an explosion? All I know is that I felt hot… and then I found myself in this place. [Turn to Gleam.] Your place. Gleam: … PoI-3773: It didn't take long to figure that out. I escaped, but I had nowhere to go… then I remembered back in my place, the MLF became public. I knew where one of their safehouses were. PoI-3773: They frisked me, drilled me with all sorts of questions, but eventually we came to an understanding once I told them my story. I was going to be smuggled into Free Port, but then I remembered the other people in the cages, how much power the Veil would gain in later years. I couldn't just stand by, not like last time… so I offered my services… and I joined. Remember when we first met? Gleam: By the training grounds I believe, it was quite something else. PoI-3773: Yep, those were the days. The camera really made the difference; we got a lot of people out some sticky situations, huh? Gleam: And you were the best at it. PoI-3773: Yep… but… I wanted to go bigger, I wanted to make a great impact. So I asked Brown if he could pull some strings, I worked my ass even harder… and that's how we got here. PoI-3773: I thought I could make lightning strike twice… but then the tribes showed me the docs and… I realized that the events weren't adding up. It diverged — too different for the timelines to align. I-I… I didn't know what — I thought I could make it work! There was promise! But… [Shudders.] In the end I couldn't salvage it. I failed. I didn't make a dent. Gleam: This is war, Pinch. It's not like the movies or documentaries, it takes time. A lot of time. Our work here may have soured at the end, but the data we collected here is what matters. The Front knows this model can be successful, perhaps after some fine tuning, we can improve, get us one step closer to the light. PoI-3773: The light? But you said it was a pipe dream? Gleam: I did. I still have doubts about the idea, but… [Gleam taps the album with its claw.] I definitely know it's not impossible. I don't know what lies ahead, but whatever happens… we'll do it together. That's my promise to you. PoI-3773: …Thank you [Smiles.] It means a lot. Gleam: I know. PoI-3773: Yeah… I think it's time to leave. We don't want to miss the shuttle. Gleam: Definitely. I think I'm going to do one final sweep then we'll- [Sirens in the area begin to blare, a large explosion echoes from up above. Gleam and PoI-3773 react with shock.] PoI-3773: What the hell? Are we under attack?! Gleam: I don't— maybe— [Elmer bursts into the room, visibly panicking.] Elmer: They're here! The Veil People are here! PoI-3773: What?! Who?! Elmer: Wardens! T-They've surrounded the building and they're coming in hot! Gleam: We can't fight that many — Shit! Pinch, you got enough film? PoI-3773: Yes, I think so! The nearest tunnel is by the restrooms! Gleam: Then that'll have to do! Come on people, let's move it! Go! Go! [Gleam and Elmer rushes out of the room. PoI-3773 stuffs the bag and album inside a backpack. PoI-3773 gives the room a quick glance, then follows after the two entities.] [Shouting, gunfire and the alarm is heard in the distance. MLF operatives either panic or are scrambling to pass weapons among themselves. PoI-3773, Gleam, and Elmer rush into a hallway; the building is shaken by another explosion. PoI-3773 picks up their pace] Gleam: Where next?! PoI-3773: A couple turns to the left, almost there! Elmer: Jesus, they keep pouring in! Are we even going to make it?! Gleam: Have some fucking faith! We're— [A flurry of gunshots is heard ahead of them. They stop to see an emerald camel limp around the corner collapsing to the ground, a sparkling green fluid leaking from their mouth. Gleam rushes around the edge of the corner; a clown and the glass humanoid is engaging in a firefight with several Beta-8 operatives. The operatives' uniforms are wrapped in a highly-reflective substance.] [The two entities eliminate the operatives and turn to PoI-3773, who gestures to them to follow.] PoI-3773: Hurry! We don't have much time. [All four entities follow PoI-3773 to the gift shop, PoI-3773 points to the door.] PoI-3773: The tunnel's in there! It's under one of the shelves. [The clown reaches for the door but it is kicked open by a Beta-8 member. The member fires at the clown's stomach. The clown stumbles back and falls to the floor. More Beta-8 members appear. Elmer panics and pulls a vending machine to the floor. PoI-3773 attempts to photograph them but is forced to take cover behind the vending machine with the rest of the entities.] [The operatives fire at the vending machine. The entities retaliate with PoI-3773 and the glass humanoid using their firearms to return fire. As the operatives approach the vending machine, they notice that the clown is still alive and is smiling brightly at them; the clown's nose glows intensely.] [One of the operatives fires a shotgun at the clown's nose. The surrounding area spontaneously combusts, narrowly missing the entities. The operatives' scream, then go silent. The vending machine catches on fire, igniting PoI-3773's backpack in the process. PoI-3773 panics.] PoI-3773: No, no! Fuck where's the zipper!? [POI-3773 frantically tries to open the backpack, but is unsuccessful; they scream when their arm is burned, and Gleam pulls them away. The sounds of marching footsteps become audible where the entities entered previously.] Gleam: No time! It's long gone! [PoI-3773 stares at the backpack for a moment, clenching their arm tightly before following Gleam. Elmer looks back at the gift shop.] Elmer: How'd they get in there? Did they find the tunnels?! Gleam: We have to assume they have, that limits our options quite a bit. Elmer: How are we gonna escape without any tunnels then?! Pinch? PoI-3773: …We keep running. Elmer: What?! PoI-3773: We keep running! There has to be an opening for somewhere, there's gotta be. There— [The entities and more Beta-8 operatives reach an intersection at the same time, both groups engage in combat. Although outnumbered, Gleam, PoI-3773 and the glass humanoid are able to withstand the assault. As Gleam continues to fire, their shiny appearance begins to fade, and begins to attack at a slower pace.] [PoI-3773 runs out of ammunition and resorts to photographing one of the operatives. The flash of light reflects off the tin foil and makes contact with a potted plant. The potted plant vanishes. PoI-3773 is visibly stunned.] PoI-3773: Did.. wha— [PoI-3773 hastily reloads another film into SCP-6344 as an operative rushes towards them; PoI-3773 turns around. Both PoI-3773 and Commander Chance freeze, momentarily maintaining eye contact with each other. Their posture indicates they are shocked. PoI-3773's arm automatically transforms.] [Commander Chance fires his firearm at PoI-3773, landing several shots in PoI-3773's shoulder. PoI-3773 screams, then embeds the spear-like appendage into his bicep, forcing him to drop the firearm. Commander Chance screams as well.] [PoI-3773 positions SCP-6344 at Commander Chance. He retaliates by punching PoI-3773 in the right eye; PoI-3773 is stunned and temporarily blinded. Commander Chance grabs SCP-6344 from PoI-3773's grasp as his arm shakes. He activates the shutter-release; PoI-3773 vanishes.] Gleam: No! [Before Commander Chance can remove SCP-6344-A, Gleam leaps onto him. Commander Chance screams as Gleam claws and stings his face. SCP-6344 falls to the ground but it is caught by Elmer, who hides behind a nearby pillar. Elmer rips SCP-6344-A; PoI-3773 remanifests.] PoI-3773: T-The— I— Gleam: You got photographed, Gleam's taking care of it. How— [Elmer gasps and stares at PoI-3773.] PoI-3773: How what?! What's… no. [PoI-3773 looks at their hands. PoI-3773 is immensely blurry, finer details of their appearance is hard to make out besides colors. Most of the operatives have been eliminated, the glass humanoid executes the second to last operative by propelling a thick stream of molten glass on them. PoI-3773 spots Gleam and reaches a hand out to them.] PoI-3773: Gl… Gleam! I… Gleam: We have it covered, just stay there… Pinch? [Gleam becomes distracted by PoI-3773. Commander Chance, now sustaining major laceration wounds on his neck and face, quietly pulls the pin on one of his grenades. PoI-3773 shrieks before a massive flash of light and debris cover the camera feed. The audio fails.] [The cloud dissipates: a pile of blood, viscera and diamond fragments has spread around the area. The glass humanoid and Elmer remain unharmed. PoI-3773 has fallen on the ground, and screams — a red blur spreads across the left arm. PoI-3773 stares at the source of the explosion, shakes uncontrollably, then faints.] [Elmer moves to PoI-3773 and attempts to wake them up. The glass humanoid gestures Elmer to follow. Elmer stares at the crystals, then holds onto PoI-3773 and SCP-6344. All entities flee the area.] [Camera footage takes place within one of the women's bathrooms: crates and ammo caches are placed around the room. Gleam and the glass humanoid burst through the room. Elmer sets PoI-3773's body on the ground then closes and seals the door with their own glue.] Elmer: Please, please… stay with me here. [Elmer covers PoI-3773's left arm in glue. Elmer paces around the room. The glass humanoid opens a crate.] Elmer: What are you doing?! [The glass humanoid pulls out a shotgun and displays it to Elmer.] Elmer: We don't have the manpower, it won't work. We need to leave… [Looks up.] No, no no. the grates are too small, can't reach either. Think… think… thin— [Elmer spots one of the stalls. Elmer nods and looks at the glass humanoid.] Elmer: I want you to stand right there, and hold her in your arms… don't give me that look! Do it! [The glass humanoid hesitates for a moment, but follows Elmer's instructions. Elmer photographs both entities with SCP-6344 and they vanish. Elmer looks to bathroom mirrors, they have been graffitied on, removing their reflective qualities. Elmer sighs and looks at SCP-6344.] Elmer: Damn, can't photograph the camera after all. Pinch… our careers as photographers are over. God, please forgive me for this. I— [Loud banging is heard from the door. Elmer quickly inserts the SCP-6344-A instance into their body and enters the stall. Beta-8 rams the door open and enters the bathroom. One of the operatives points inside one of the stalls.] [ SCP-6344 is resting on the water tank of a toilet. The toilet had been flushed recently with Elmer nowhere in sight] [END LOG] Despite PoI-3773's escape, the raid was deemed a success. Nearly all the operatives stationed there were killed in battle or captured. The main server was disconnected, causing both the entire network to shutdown, and the neutralization of all SCP-6344-B instances stored on it SCP-6344 was recovered, alongside security camera footage installed in the building. PoI-3773's photo album was also recovered, however the majority of its contents were heavily damaged by fire, and all SCP-6344-A instances (if any) were inert. They are listed as follows: A mugshot of PoI-3773. PoI-3773 is wearing a Foundation jumpsuit holding a placard. The item number has been burnt off; An image of PoI-3773 and other humanoid anomalies being directed outside of Site-17's gate. Reporters and photographers are outside the entrance. It appears the image was cut from a newspaper; A photograph of PoI-3773 posing in front of the Grand Canyon, with several humans; A newspaper clipping of PoI-3773 sitting on a couch with British-American broadcaster, Jerry Springer. Much of the newspaper's words has been burnt off, but the word "VANGUARD" is visible; A photograph of PoI-3773 sitting on the floor besides an unwrapped present covered in glitter. PoI-3773 is holding SCP-6344. PoI-3773 looks to the left side of the photograph, which is burnt; A monochrome photograph of PoI-3773 leaning against a balcony. The angle of the picture was taken close to the floor; A monochrome photograph of PoI-3773 taking a selfie with Gleam. 'The reflections of Elmer and Granite are visible in the table. PoI-3773 appears visibly content. Footnotes 1. For example, if the subject using SCP-6344 has a visual impairment that causes them to perceive the scene as blurry through the lens, then the resultant SCP-6344-A instance will also be blurred. 2. GoI-008, a group of sentient anomalies attempting to break down the Veil and the concept of normalcy, causing an SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario in the process. 3. PoI-3773's referred name. 4. Despite extensive utilization of the anomaly, POI-3773 had a limited awareness of how SCP-6344 functioned; specifically, they appeared to be unaware of the semantic association property, which protected 'Elmer' from self-photography. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6344" by Nickthebrick1, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6344. Licensed under CC-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-6345 | euclid | by J Dune SCP-6345 - Huesos Malos x Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6345 Level2 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6345 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force MXHGPC-Site-10 I. Sarmiento B. Odanda N/A SCP-6345 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6345 is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-10. Description: SCP-6345 is a skeletal humanoid entity which performed as a professional wrestler in the state of Hidalgo, Mexico. SCP-6345 physically resembles an animate human skeleton. It is sapient, intelligent, and exerts strength far beyond what its body mass would allow. Despite not possessing any of the organs required to do so, SCP-6345 is capable of speech, as well as visual and auditory perception. SCP-6345's attire consists of a black "lucha libre"1 mask and complementary bodysuit adorned with white, skeletal design motifs. It pads this outfit with a variety of materials, including straw, cotton, and indiscriminately-chosen pieces of garbage. This action is intended to conceal its skeletal frame, giving the entity an inconspicuous, human-like appearance. SCP-6345 self-identifies as "Los Huesos Malos"2. It believes itself to be the soul of a former professional wrestler named Ernesto Marquin, who must perform 'good deeds' for its community in order to regain control of a human body once again. Such claims cannot be verified, though records of a Hidalgo citizen named Ernesto Marquin have been found. See addenda for details. Prior to containment, SCP-6345 arrived at independent wrestling events in the state of Hidalgo and attempted to take part in the show. This occurred with varying degrees of success, but has allowed the entity to amass a small fanbase, who remain unaware of its anomalous nature and that SCP-6345 is not playing a role nor is a legitimate part of the show. SCP-6345 used force while performing, and was known to harm its opponents, often to the point of hospitalization. Addendum.6345.1: Discovery and Interview Logs SCP-6345's anomalous nature was discovered on 08/13/2018 at a wrestling event in Pachuca de Soto, Hidalgo. An excerpt of this performance has been transcribed below. The commentary has been translated from Spanish to English. Forward: Incident occurred eight minutes into the show’s “main event” match, while two teams of wrestlers — Los Catastrofes (El Ciclon/El Tornado Jr.) and NACION (Manuel Tierra/Numbers Unidad) were performing. <BEGIN LOG> El Ciclon tags into the match for El Tornado Jr. and unleashes a barrage of strikes at Manuel Tierra. Commentator-A: Ciclon with an onslaught — one, two, three, four, five, six, I repeat, six chops! Tierra counters and places Ciclon in a submission hold. Commentator-A: A reversal, Tierra’s putting Ciclon on ice! Commentator-B: It’s like I said earlier. Tierra is determined to prove himself after suffering weeks of humiliation by Los Catastrofes as a part of their agreement. They took everything from him! His free will, his family, even his Hidalgo State Title! He was driven as far as to team up with Numbers Unidad — the wildcard! We’re seeing a version of Tierra we have never seen before — one that will not settle until his dignity is restored. Everyone has his back! Commentator-A: I’ll concede there, they certainly do. No one can ignore the horde of fans gathered outside the building this morning waiting for Tierra to arrive. If you look closely in the front row, you’ll see Tierra’s mother, who’s stuck with him since day one, even when her own son suffered psychological abuse at the hands of Los Catastrofes! There isn’t a soul in this building not on the edge of their seat right now! Tierra holds Ciclon’s head back, preparing to perform the “Derribo Manchuriano”, one of his signature moves. The crowd cheers. Commentator-A: This is it! The Derribo Manchuriano! A glass bottle thrown from above hits the back of Tierra’s head and shatters upon impact. The crowd gasps. Tierra falls to the floor, blood pooling around him. The referee holds his hands up and signals for medical staff. A bell rings. The auditorium goes silent, and a voice echoes from the balcony. SCP-6345: You guys actually liked that asshole? Give me a break. The crowd erupts in outrage as they notice SCP-6345 standing on the balcony, holding a bottle of alcohol. The entity climbs over the railing, outstretches its arms, and drops to the floor. The two commentators duck out of the way as SCP-6345’s impact destroys their table. A security guard rushes towards the entity and attempts to prevent it from entering the ring. SCP-6345: Fucking tough guy, aren’t you? (Laughs) Paintball vest, cheap utility belt, you got it all! The entity claps both of its hands around the head of the security guard, who is briefly staggered. It then takes a can of pepper-spray from the guard’s belt and points it towards his eyes. SCP-6345 laughs while the guard writhes on the floor in pain, screaming. SCP-6345 continues his assault by kicking the guard. The guard’s child runs towards the scene, begging SCP-6345 to stop. Child: Dad, please. Please, stop! You’re hurting my dad! I hate you, stop! SCP-6345 ceases its assault and approaches the child. He moves back in fear. SCP-6345: That’s papa, huh? The child nods. SCP-6345: (Laughs) Your daddy’s a scone-eating, go-fish playing, pumperknickle shucking bitch, kiddo. Why look up to a man who can’t even protect you? You’re the son of a loser. Face it. SCP-6345 takes a sip of alcohol from its bottle and sprays it in the child’s face. He runs away, screaming. SCP-6345 laughs, but is cut short by the trio of wrestlers, who have left the ring and now begin shouting at SCP-6345. SCP-6345: Come on! Come on, you bastards! Numbers Unidad: I’ll kill you, I’ll fucking kill you! SCP-6345: Then do it. The wrestlers close in on SCP-6345, attacking it. SCP-6345 slaps its chest, and strikes each of them in succession. The fight continues for a period of time, with SCP-6345 demonstrating its enhanced strength. While the entity is focused on beating Unidad, Ciclon hits SCP-6345 on the backside of the head with a nearby plastic chair. SCP-6345 is unfazed. In response, it places El Ciclon in a choke-hold submission maneuver, and throws his body into Unidad and Tornado Jr, causing the three to fall. SCP-6345 approaches the group of wrestlers, slings Ciclon over its shoulders, and makes its way to the ring. SCP-6345: I’ll make you pay, you motherfucker. You absolute piece of shit. SCP-6345 throws Ciclon into the center of the ring and kicks him in the face repeatedly. It then kneels on his back, and pulls at Ciclon’s mask until it comes off.3 The crowd gasps. SCP-6345 laughs, and pulls Ciclon’s arms behind his shoulders until an audible cracking is heard. Ciclon passes out. SCP-6345: La Trituradora de Huesos4, everyone! Unidad runs into the ring from behind, and distracts SCP-6345. Tornado approaches from the other angle and stabs SCP-6345 with a knife. SCP-6345 is briefly distracted, then laughs. Tornado slashes, causing the entity’s suit to tear. Cotton stuffing and straw padding fall out of the hole, and SCP-6345 becomes panicked, attempting to place it back inside and hold its suit together. Tornado is visibly confused. SCP-6345: Wait, stop! Stop! You fucking idiots. Oh my god, no. Unidad assaults the distracted SCP-6345, causing more material to fall from the hole in its suit. SCP-6345 pushes him away and runs from the ring. It makes its way through the crowd and flees through an exit door. <END LOG> Afterword: Following its escape, SCP-6345 proceeded to break into a nearby liquor store, where it stole several liters of product. A Foundation containment team arrived within hours to interview and amnesticize witnesses. Shortly after, SCP-6345 was found lying unconscious in the parking lot of a gas station. It was then taken into Foundation custody at a provisional safehouse several kilometers outside the city. Ciclon and Tierra were hospitalized, with two broken arms and severe head trauma, respectively. Days later, Ciclon announced his retirement. MEMBERS: Dr. Benjamin Odanda SCP-6345 Forward: After a brief struggle, Foundation specialists transported SCP-6345 to Site-10 and placed the entity in a containment chamber. Dr. Odanda was chosen to interview the subject due to his previous work documenting humanoid anomalies. Attempts to expose SCP-6345’s skeletal form in its entirety were met with resistance. <BEGIN LOG> *All logs within this document translated from Spanish Dr. Odanda enters the interview room and takes a seat. SCP-6345 is held in a temporary containment unit. The entity sits in silence with its arms folded and its bodysuit torn. Its skeletal form is exposed in the upper-leg and torso areas. Its mask remains on. Odanda: SCP-6345? My name is Dr. Odanda, and I'll be talking to you today. I have to say, I dig the outfit! Silence. SCP-6345: Fuck off. Odanda: Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable? Water? Something to eat? (Pauses) Do you eat? SCP-6345: Don’t fucking patronize me. Odanda: I want to make this as smooth as possible. It’s not beneficial for either of us if you don’t comply, SCP-6345. SCP-6345: Suck my cock. I have a name, you know. Or am I not a person? Is that why you tried to fucking strip me? Odanda: I apologize. Los Huesos Malos, right? I just want to talk. SCP-6345: I don’t. This shit was a long time coming, but I’m prepared. Got enough in the think-tank to keep me occupied for another lifetime, so why don’t you just let me rot? It’s what I would have been doing anyway. Odanda: Another lifetime? You’ve… died before? SCP-6345: Stop playing dumb. You’ve seen me. Hell, everyone has now. I’m a fucking skeleton. An undead freak. What do you think happened? Odanda: Do you want to tell me? SCP-6345: Nope. Listen, this shit’s not going to work on me. Interrogation, good cop, bad cop, the whole deal. I’ve done it before. My story’s not worth hearing. If it were, I’d be jumping out of my skin waiting to tell it. It’s an unused room in a whorehouse filled with booze bottles, missed opportunities, and loose ends. Nothing worth saying, nothing worth saving. Odanda: (Pauses) Nothing I haven’t experienced myself. I can guarantee that. SCP-6345: (Shakes head) No, I wouldn’t say that. When someone puts a bullet between your eyes, you stay dead. When someone breaks a bottle over your head, you bleed. When you want to hurt someone, there’s a little voice in your head that tells you to stop, and then you listen to it. You think we’re the same? Odanda: Huesos, we’re going to figure this out either way, whether you tell us yourself or not. I won’t waste time trying to pull teeth. Have a nice night. SCP-6345: I don’t sleep, idiot. <END LOG> Addendum.6345.2: Investigation Following containment, an investigation was launched to collect information regarding SCP-6345. Personal testimonials, law enforcement reports, and recorded footage of SCP-6345’s exploits were collected en-masse by the Foundation. Notable accounts and events have been listed below in chronological order. Evidence Type: Testimonial Interviewed: Independent Professional Wrestling Promoter Arlo Horez Incident Date: 2014/8/12 Description: First noted appearance of SCP-6345. Horez explained that the show’s main event was a “royal rumble” style match, with a competitor entering the ring every minute. SCP-6345 gained access to the building via an outside exit. It proceeded to make its way to the locker room area, and enter the match in place of another wrestler. A portion of Horez’ testimonial has been reproduced below. “We were more confused than anything. He came out of nowhere, hopped in the ring, and started wrestling. The crowd went wild, they’d never seen this guy before, but he had a cool look and was absolutely dominating. Then he gets out of the ring and starts handing out these, uh, skull-shaped lollipops to the kids. Had them in a big bag. So he’s got the kids on his side, the boys are just trying to put on a show, and we’re scrambling in the back trying to figure out who the hell this guy is.” The match continued without incident until SCP-6345 eliminated wrestler “Raptor” via throwing him over the ropes. “Well, Raptor was going to win. He was going over, so when he was eliminated, everyone knew something was off. We should’ve called security sooner, but honestly, Huesos was putting on a good show, and the crowd was putty in his hands. I wanted to see what happened, and that was a mistake. And you know, there was something different about him that night. He didn’t show up, raise hell, and leave. He was taking part in the show, pulling his punches, engaging with the kids, and having fun. It was a lot different from the shit he pulls now.” Raptor immediately reentered the ring and began assaulting SCP-6345. The two engaged in a fight that disrupted the entire performance. “It was awful. They went out of the ring, distracted everyone from the match, and started really getting into it. That’s the Huesos I know. By the end of the night everyone knew him too. Raptor had a shattered rib cage, and all those kids Huesos won over were practically in tears. We had to send everyone home early. Security tried to arrest the guy but he just lashed out at them too. I still have the picture of Huesos, stained with Raptor’s blood, trying to hand a half-crushed lollipop to a terrified kid saved to my phone. Absolute nightmare.” Evidence Type: Hidalgo Law Enforcement Record Incident Date: 2015/02/19 Description: Report details SCP-6345 attempting to rescue a cat from a tree, which caused a public spectacle. During the rescue, SCP-6345’s anomalous strength caused the tree to collapse, and the cat to run away. A parked car is crushed. Surveillance footage was later discovered showing SCP-6345 placing a stray cat in the large tree hours before attempting to “rescue” it. Evidence Type: Hidalgo Law Enforcement Record Incident Date: 2015/07/01 Description: Report details an adult male repeatedly harassing and giving unwanted attention to a woman at Hidalgo bar “The Spot”. SCP-6345 witnessed this and assaulted the man. Multiple witnesses attempted to separate the two, which SCP-6345 fought off. Outside of the bar, SCP-6345 brandished a lighter in an attempt to set the harassing male on fire, but instead caused damage to a telephone pole. Several patrons are hospitalized due to physical injuries caused by SCP-6345. Evidence Type: Testimonial Interviewed: Independent Professional Wrestling Promoter Sebastian Rampart Incident Date: 2016/03/28 Description: Testimonial describes SCP-6345 stealing concession stand profits at a charity wrestling show. “He’s a garbage person. Found him in a dumpster about a week from the show reading some porn magazine like it was high literature. I knew he wasn’t well off, but I never realized it was this bad. We actually extended a hand to him, since we figured people would flock to a match where Huesos got the shit beat out of him by all of our faces.5 He agreed for a small price and we changed our card around to accommodate him. It was a charity show, and the kids there liked wrestling, so they hated Huesos. He actually went along with the match, got beat up and lost. We had one of the sick kids hop into the ring and whack him with a kendo stick. Well, we should’ve known something was up when he didn’t try anything during the show. As soon as we wrapped everything up, Huesos was gone, and so was the box we put all the concession money in. A fucking charity show.” Evidence Type: Law Enforcement Report Incident Date: 2017/04/09 Description: Report details SCP-6345 assaulting an employee of Nurturing Mothers, a Catholic boarding school in Hidalgo. The entity was witnessed leaving a bag of currency outside the window of student Isabelle Marquin while she was sleeping. Further surveillance footage revealed that SCP-6345 had done this repeatedly every two weeks for nearly two years. Marquin feigned ignorance of knowledge of SCP-6345 or who was providing her money during questioning, and turned over all unspent, excess currency she possessed without issue. Further investigation of public records related to Isabelle Marquin revealed that she is the child of Ernesto Marquin, a deceased professional wrestler with a criminal record. Ernesto became estranged from his family due to severe use of narcotics, and disappeared on 2014/04/17, leaving the house in the night and failing to return. Addendum.6345.3: Interview Log MEMBERS: Dr. Benjamin Odanda SCP-6345 Forward: SCP-6345 remained non-compliant during interview attempts in the weeks concurrent with the Foundation’s investigation. Three personnel were assaulted during attempts to remove SCP-6345’s suit from its body. The decision was made to allow SCP-6345 to wear its suit, as it was clearly an object of comfort for the entity. No other notable activity was recorded. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6345 sits in silence in its cell, laying on its bed. It has not been observed to move for over eight hours. Dr. Odanda taps on the window to the cell. Odanda: Huesos? Huesos? SCP-6345 remains silent. Odanda enters the cell. A security guard expresses resistance, but Odanda disregards her. He sits in a chair across from SCP-6345’s bed. Odanda: We looked into you, Huesos. Found lots of stuff. How you didn’t come onto our radar sooner is the real anomaly here. Battery, drug use, theft. You got yourself a laundry list. Right, Ernesto? SCP-6345: What do you want from me? Shock? A pat on the back? An organization with unlimited resources and access to every database in the state puts two and two together, good job. Now what? Odanda: I was hoping you’d be willing to fill in the gaps. Silence. Odanda: I don’t think you’re a bad person. SCP-6345: You’d be wrong. Odanda: Pretend all you want. You still care about Isabelle. SCP-6345 leaps from the bed and grabs Odanda by the throat, pressing him against the wall. Security approaches the cell, but Odanda motions them back. SCP-6345: You don’t fucking talk to me like that. You don’t know me. You don’t say her… don’t… SCP-6345 drops Odanda and sits on the bed. It places its head in its hands. SCP-6345: I don’t want it to be like this. Fuck you. Just fuck off. Odanda: It doesn’t have to be. I’ve been divorced for over a decade. Missed my boy growing up. It’s not just the birthdays and the holidays either. It’s the little things. His interests, spending time together, seeing him grow into his own person. You miss out on it all. I told you, Ernesto. I can understand where you’re coming from, even if it’s just a fraction of it. SCP-6345: I put the drugs over my family. Addiction’s a cold, relentless bitch. Doesn’t matter how you feel, doesn’t matter how disgusted you are with yourself. She always comes back. Wasn’t just that either. It was other things. I manipulated friends for drug money, strong-armed promoters to put me over, made enough bastard kids to keep an orphanage in business for a decade. Odanda: How did you get like… this? SCP-6345: Dead? I don’t know. I remember waking up in an alley, whole body made of fucking bones. There was a voice in my head, this bright, beautiful voice that I somehow knew belonged to a woman who I could not see or understand. I know you’re a fucking science-man or whatever, but I swear it was a goddamn angel. She told me I was lucky. I had a second chance. The opportunity to do it all over again. I do enough good deeds and I get my body back. Odanda: And? SCP-6345: Been doing a real goddamn great job with that. You’ve seen the records. I’ve tried. I don’t know how to be any way other than the way that I am, and people don’t like that. When a person’s put together all wrong, it doesn't matter how many chances you give them. They’re a malfunctional human, and they’re always going to fuck it up. Odanda: I’m sorry you feel that way, Ernesto. I’m going to see what I can do for you, okay? SCP-6345 screams and punches the bed, making a hole in the mattress. SCP-6345: I fucked up with the only woman who’s ever shown me kindness. I fucked up with my own kid. I miss them. I just want to feel their warmth. I just want to see them again. Odanda: Are you interested in a therapy program? Our site offers- SCP-6345: I don’t want a fucking therapist, I want to see my family again. Christ, I’m never getting out of here, aren’t I? It’s been two fucking years. I had time to be human again, and I wasted it doing the same shit I’ve always done. God-fucking-damnit. Odanda: That’s… the unfortunate reality of your situation, yes. Would you like a drink? Odanda extends SCP-6345 a flask. SCP-6345: Serious? Odanda: I’ll put it under “emotional consolation”. SCP-6345 grabs the flask and drinks. SCP-6345: Thanks, doc. You know I don’t need this shit, but damn, it does the bones good. Fuck me. Odanda: Ernesto, I can’t guarantee you anything, but I promise if you’re willing to do your part, we’ll do ours. That way, things can go a lot smoother around here. Lots of Sites have been integrating trustworthy anomalies into their internal structures in different ways. There’s a chance you can do some good around here, and I mean it. SCP-6345: Pussy shit. Pause. SCP-6345: Bottle. Odanda hands the flask back to SCP-6345. <END LOG> Addendum.6345.4: Behavioral Report BEHAVIORAL REPORT: SCP-6345 Prepared by Dr. Benjamin Odanda SCP-6345’s behavior over the past two months has progressed immensely. The once hostile anomaly now frequently converses with personnel in interviews and is compliant in testing. A record of notable events and select interactions are listed below. Date: 2019/9/14 First out-of-containment experience. SCP-6345 is taken to a research lab for examination of its anomalous properties. The entity is not compliant during tests that would require SCP-6345 to remove its suit. However, it shows significant interest in tests gauging its strength and durability, and shows pride in displaying its enhanced fortitude. Towards the end of the session, SCP-6345 was lightly conversing with personnel, inquiring about the specifics of the testing equipment. SCP-6345 stands in the middle of a field outside of Site-10. Two researchers confirm it is prepared for the test. SCP-6345: (Laughs) Come on, poindexter, what’s next? Gonna rattle my bones? A researcher emerges with a Foundation-issue P-13J9 rocket launcher. SCP-6345: What the fuck. Researcher: Fire! The launcher fires. SCP-6345 falls to the ground. After the smoke clears, it does not get back on its feet. After a short period of time, the researchers approach SCP-6345, who lies completely still. Researcher: Oh my god, did we— SCP-6345 springs to the ground, laughing. Its suit is tattered and torn. SCP-6345: Got you good, bastards! (Laughs) SCP-6345 was reprimanded for potentially interfering with experiment data. Date: 2019/10/05 SCP-6345 assists Site-10 constructors in replating the walls of the third floor’s hallways. Though a brief altercation occurs between the supervisor and SCP-6345 after the entity had fallen asleep on the job, Dr. Odanda interferes and relieves tensions. SCP-6345 entertains members of the construction crew with stories of its exploits. SCP-6345 stands in the center of a crowd of workers, who eagerly listen to its stories. SCP-6345: So these guys from the orphanage find me, okay? Guns pointed, ready to blow old Huesos out of his skin. Now, I’m not scared or anything, but I’m a little cautious. Maintenance Worker: Wait, you robbed the orphanage? SCP-6345: (Scratches head) You know, I still can't remember if I did or didn't. I've definitely stolen from a few have-nots before, but I don't know if I took from that specific one. I was probably drunk. Anyways, they blew me to pieces, but I lived. The crowd is silent. SCP-6345: I beat a guy within an inch of his life that night. Mild, uneasy laughter. Date: 2019/10/24 SCP-6345 assists Site-10’s agricultural department in upkeep of the facility’s garden during a team-building activity meant to foster camaraderie between Foundation personnel. SCP-6345 finds difficulty in implementing planting methods, despite receiving specific instructions. Researcher Salvo instructs the group on a method of properly pulling weeds. She bends over to demonstrate. SCP-6345: (Whistles) Yeah, girl! (Barks) Several researchers gasp and turn around to face SCP-6345. Dr. Odanda tightly grips SCP-6345’s arm and clears his throat. SCP-6345: Sorry. Sorry. I’m sorry. Salvo ignores the comment and continues the presentation. SCP-6345: I respect women. SCP-6345 was otherwise compliant during the event. Afterwards, the anomaly apologized to Salvo without being prompted to do so. Date: 2019/10/28 SCP-6345, accompanied by a security detail, was allowed access to Site-10’s fitness center. The entity quickly garnered attention from a group of task force members who were using the facilities. Several friendly competitions challenging SCP-6345’s physical strength were held. SCP-6345 and Brandon Star, a member of Site-10’s Stationary Task Force, are engaged in an arm-wrestling competition. SCP-6345 does not move its arm, while Star strains himself attempting to win. The entity concurrently talks with personnel, feigning a lack of interest towards Star and the competition. SCP-6345: I'd burn hot coals under Austin's ass and give the Rock tetanus. Those guys are frauds, hacks, corporate suck-ups. I'm the real deal, the one and only, baby! I'm the realest motherfucker in wrestling, and I'm a goddamn skeleton! Besides, half of those indie chumps hated me when I was alive! SCP-6345 looks to Star, who is clearly struggling. SCP-6345: Aw, look at the little guy trying! (Laughs) SCP-6345 slams its hand over Stars. An audible snap is heard, followed by Star screaming. SCP-6345: Shit! Star was treated for a fractured radius. SCP-6345 was reprimanded, but continues to use the fitness center. SCP-6345 has also been allotted time to pursue recreational interests as a result of its improved conduct, including supervised access to the Site’s mess hall, fitness center, and yard area. Several personnel have become acquainted with SCP-6345 through discussion of professional wrestling. As a reward, a television has been installed inside SCP-6345’s containment cell, with access to a streaming service with professional wrestling programs. MEMBERS: Dr. Benjamin Odanda SCP-6345 <BEGIN LOG> Odanda enters the interview room. SCP-6345 is watching a wrestling program. SCP-6345: Doc. Odanda: Ernesto, how is everything today? SCP-6345: It’s great, really great. I’m on top of the world right now, I mean it. Snazzy interview room, bones aren’t aching, mask doesn’t itch too much. Odanda: Really? I’m glad to hear it. SCP-6345: Yes sir! I’ve just been thinking about how helpful you’ve been and all. Helping me get set up here. I appreciate it, from the bottom of my big, boney heart. (Laughs) Odanda: You’re laughing, that’s new. SCP-6345: Why shouldn’t I laugh? It’s going to be Isabelle’s birthday in… four days. I’m happy for my little girl. She’ll be 12, jesus. Odanda: Hm, that’s… that’s good. You don’t feel upset? SCP-6345: Why would I? Odanda: You said before that you’ve felt sad because you’ve missed her birthdays. Has something changed? SCP-6345: Easy answer to that one, doc. I don’t plan on missing it. Odanda: Come again? SCP-6345: You're not understanding what I'm saying, are you? Odanda: I don’t believe I am. SCP-6345 gets up and approaches Odanda, who backs away slightly. SCP-6345: Don't take this personally, Ben. I don't have a bone to pick with you. I just have time to make things right, y’know? Odanda: SECURITY — SCP-6345 picks up Odanda and throws him into the interview table, breaking it in the process. SCP-6345 runs out of the interview room. <END LOG> Addendum.6345.4: Incident-6345-1 03:03: SCP-6345 assaults Dr. Odanda. A security alarm is set off. The entity attempts to flee from the interview room. 03:05: Guards stationed outside the room open fire on SCP-6345. It remains unharmed. The entity attacks both guards, knocking one unconscious and causing the other to run. SCP-6345 takes a firearm. 03:11: A squad of 7 STF guards stationed at Site-10 surround SCP-6345 and attempt to control the entity. It proceeds to engage in physical combat despite holding a firearm. Several injuries to Foundation personnel result, including severe burns from being placed head first into an oven and the throwing of two guards down a flight of stairs. SCP-6345 leaves the foyer. 03:15: SCP-6345 enters the outermost layer of the Site. The entity spears a personnel into the windshield of a vehicle and sets fire to another using gasoline and a blowtorch. SCP-6345 escapes in an automobile intended for field agent usage, and drives into the city of Pachucha. Foundation aerial forces follow. 03:44: SCP-6345 leaves its stolen vehicle and makes its way into a cathedral. Two clergymen are physically assaulted in the process. One is thrown through a stained glass window and the other is slammed into a wooden pew with enough force to break it upon impact. Foundation personnel surround the cathedral with a helicopter and ground level task force members. 03:48: SCP-6345 drags a priest to the roof of the cathedral and places him over his shoulders. The entity delivers a protracted monologue, transcribed below. Its speech is noticeably distressed and upset. SCP-6345: SCP Foundation! You think you can run around here, controlling everything and slapping things in cages just because they're weird? Just because they're a big, bad, bone daddy? Look, I’m escaping! I’m out! I never cared about any of you for a second, it was all an act, okay! I’m going to go see my daughter, and I’m going to earn my body back, motherfuckers! I'm doing this for Isabelle, I’m doing it for the Make-A-Wish kid in the Huesos Malos t-shirt and sweatbands, and I’m doing this for me! If you think I’ve gone soft, you better think again. Say your prayers, father! 03:54: SCP-6345 places the clergyman on its shoulders to perform a 'suplex6' maneuver, and leaps from the roof of the cathedral into the crowd of personnel below. 04:15: SCP-6345 fights through the crowd, and flees as a mass of onlookers and law enforcement arrive. Foundation personnel are unable to locate SCP-6345 in the crowd, and launch a wider man-hunt throughout Pachuca to recover the entity. Addendum.6345.5: Recovery Efforts SCP-6345 has presently eluded Foundation containment for over two months. While the entity has not been observed directly by the Foundation in this period of time, multiple witnesses have claimed to have seen the entity. Summaries of their testimonials and a timeline of events have been reproduced below. Evidence Type: Testimonial Incident Date: 2019/10/14 (Five hours following SCP-6345’s escape from containment) Description: Civilian Leandro Aguya relayed the following experience to local law enforcement. “It was pitch black on those backroads, nearly ran the guy over. I thought it was an animal at first, but no, it was just a guy in a luchador costume. He looked really upset, very panicked. I rolled my window down and asked if he needed anything, and he told me to screw off. He didn’t seem like he was in good shape at all, either. Costume was all torn. I drove by a few hours later and he was curled up, sitting on the side of the road. Think he was crying too.” Evidence Type: Recording, Testimonial Incident Date: 2019/10/29 Description: Multiple witnesses observed a Luchadore in an outfit similar to SCP-6345’s costume performing in the streets of Pachucha. The performer “swallows” fire, took pictures with onlookers, and danced to music while accepting donations. The performer fled when Foundation agents approached the scene, indicating that it was most likely SCP-6345. Local orphanage “Vendienci’s Home” reported that a performer matching the above description approached them the following day, and donated all of its earnings to the organization. Evidence Type: Recording, Testimonial Incident Date: 2019/11/17 Description: SCP-6345 appeared at an independent wrestling show six hours before the event began. While security and other performers attempted to remove it from the building, promoter Guanen allowed SCP-6345 to speak. The entity delivered an apologetic speech. An excerpt has been reproduced below. “I know it won’t change much, but I want to move on. That’s why I’m here. If any of you bastards have a problem with it, we can settle things privately. I will never, ever involve myself in any of your business again. That good enough for you chumps?” Evidence Type: Law Enforcement Report Incident Date: 2019/11/21 Description: Two civilians detailed an armed robbery at a convenience store, which was then stopped by SCP-6345, who incapacitated the thief and fled the scene. The event was briefly publicized and achieved virality on social media. Evidence Type: Foundation Investigation Incident Date: 2019/12/14 Description: A Foundation agent embedded within Nurturing Mothers boarding school relays that SCP-6345 attempted to visit Isabelle Marquin on 2019/12/14. The entity stood outside her window for thirty minutes, pacing back and forth before hesitantly moving away from the building. It then left a basket of candy and clothes outside of the building and fled. The gift was signed from Marquin’s mother. Dr. Odanda allowed Marquin to receive the basket. Addendum.6345.6: Containment Forward: On 2019/12/15, SCP-6345 appeared at the gates of Foundation Facility Site-10. The entity showed no resistance as it was contained. An interview was conducted shortly after. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-6345 sits in a maximum security containment cell. Two armed guards accompany Dr. Odanda. Odanda: SCP-6345, I’m pleased you’ve come to your senses. SCP-6345: Yeah, yeah. You can lay it on me. I’m done now, though. Promise. Odanda: I’m sure I don’t have to explain that we won’t be making the same mistake twice. SCP-6345: You’re only doing your job. I just wanted to see what it was like. Odanda: You know, we’ve been keeping up with your exploits. If I can drop the attitude, I’m a little impressed. How did it feel? SCP-6345: Wrong. Like it wasn’t meant for me. Odanda: You still did it. SCP-6345: Never meant to cause all that trouble before, I just wanted a clean slate before I disappeared from the world. I’m happy you guys did what you did for me in here, because it got me thinking about how I still had a chance out there. Wasn’t about betraying your damn trust or anything. It was about smiling with my back turned to the world. Odanda: I’ll accept that apology, SCP-6345. Odanda turns around, preparing to leave the chamber. SCP-6345: Doc? One more thing. Odanda: Mm? SCP-6345: I know you have one of your men watching over my girl. Do you think you can… tell me how she’s doing now and then? Odanda: I don’t see why not. I’ll look into it. SCP-6345: Yeah, I’d appreciate it. Silence. SCP-6345: I did what I could. SCP-6345 collapses on the bed. The containment personnel leave the chamber. <END LOG> UPDATE: After three weeks of containment, portions of SCP-6345’s body have begun to grow human organ systems and muscle tissue. If growth continues at an equivalent rate, projections indicate that SCP-6345’s body will be completely restored within 435 days. Footnotes 1. A term used to describe a specific style of professional wrestling in Mexico 2. Translating to "Bad Bones" in English 3. Unmasking a “Luchadore” wrestler is a taboo within professional wrestling culture. Unmasked luchadores are often shamed, and encouraged to retire. 4. Translates to "The Machine That Grinds Bones Very Well" 5. A wrestling term to refer to a character the audience should perceive as “good”. A “bad” character would be referred to as a “heel”. 6. A wrestling move that involves lifting an opponent and slamming them onto their back ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6345" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6345. Licensed under CC-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: huesos.jpg Name: LA Park at LuchaTO Jan 2016 Author: Tabercil License: CC-BY-SA-3.0 Source Link: wikipedia Filename: huesos2.jpg Name: La Parka in 2007 Author: Devil dinosaur License: CC-BY-SA-2.0 Source Link: flickr |
SCP-6346 | esoteric-class | Item#: 6346 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6346 is a non-physical and non-anomalous concept, and requires no containment. For procedures relating to entities described by SCP-6346, refer to the Peripheral Entity Management Procedures. Description: SCP-6346 is the hypothetical concept of an entity which cannot be listed or referenced in any database1. Within the hypothetical scenario, successfully attempting to list or refer to the hypothetical entity in a database is not possible. Any entity which cannot be listed or referenced in any database is described by SCP-6346, regardless of other characteristics. Entities described by SCP-6346 are anomalous, by definition, but SCP-6346 as a concept possesses no anomalous semantic properties. Peripheral Entity Management Procedures: Procedure-6346-01 allows for the application of Emergency Infohazard Containment Protocols in perpetuity, bypassing the need for typical recording, for any entity described by SCP-6346 which cannot be physically contained due to size, spread or any other inherent trait. Procedure-6346-02 allows for the use of a suitable Anomalous Object Probationary Containment Chamber in perpetuity, bypassing the need for typical recording, for any entity described by SCP-6346 which can feasibly be physically contained, and is either non-sapient or possesses additional anomalous properties. Procedure-6346-03 allows for the nonspecific access to one unit of Level-3 Foundation Staff Housing2, located in Lincoln, Nebraska, for any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346. Procedure-6346-04 allows for the preparation of a Foundation-operated fund, supplied with 10000 USD each month. Any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346 can freely withdraw or transfer cash from this fund. Procedure-6346-05 allows for the preparation of a volunteering organization, open to any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346, providing opportunities to work on Foundation-associated sites in Southeast Nebraska in the field of electronic installation and maintenance. Procedure-6346-06 allows access to certain Foundation resources for the spouses and up to three children of any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346, in order to supply or alter any legal documentation interfered with by their relationship to the individual described by SCP-6346. Procedure-6346-07 allows for the establishment of a small Foundation-operated educational facility, located in Lincoln, Nebraska. The facility will offer a selection of courses for any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346, including instruction in written and spoken Vietnamese, as well as American and Haiphong Sign Language. Procedure-6346-08 allows for the establishment of a Foundation-operated clinic, located in Lincoln, Nebraska, for any non-anomalous human described by SCP-6346. As well as providing primary and emergency care, this clinic should also maintain a stock of insulin for use in treating type 1 diabetes, and should employ a mental health counselor specializing in treating long-term anxiety and depressive disorders. Footnotes 1. Defined as an organized collection of information that can be deliberately read, added to and edited by multiple individuals. 2. 120 m2, with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6346" by Monkeysky, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6346. Licensed under CC-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-6347 | esoteric-class | Item: SCP-6347 Special Containment Procedures: The single remaining copy of SCP-6347 is stored at Site-5, Site-6 and Site-7. Security clearance of SCP-6347 has been deemed unnecessary after the agnostic apotheosis of all associated researchers. The academic study of SCP-6347 is highly recommended for all personnel who desire to suffer in Hell forever. Personnel who successfully finished SCP-6347 in its totality, but do not intend to burn in the unending fires of the abyss, are hereby assured that Hell does, in fact, not exist outside the lower levels of transmortal infospace. Description: SCP-6347 designates the fiction novel Ularburong1, created by disdained author and renowned mass murderer Conrad Chaimallard (03.03.1978 – 22.09.2021) somewhere in late 2009. During an extended and involuntary stay in Paris, France, Chaimallard concluded that said city constituted a secularistic hypostasis of Hell, and began conceptualizing and writing SCP-6347 in response to this discovery. Ularburong consists of 222,222 words, entirely written in Maggotspeech, a British thaumolect mostly applied for theurgic taxation theory, making it unreadable for individuals and subjects ignorant to the anomalous. The novel tells the story of a secret global organization abducting children who exhibit supernatural powers, jailing them in underground facilities and sacrificing their blood, teeth and various bodily fluids to an unnamed divine entity. A single heroic figure, possessing the mystic power of the ularburong snake, tries to save the kidnapped victims, but repeatedly fails, finally succumbing to the realization that failure and misfortune are transcendent and required properties of the universe, and true salvation can only be found in futile suffering. SCP-6347 became wildly successful in the liminal literature community, receiving several awards both inside and outside of observed reality. The novel was banned in 2010 due to its obvious anti-containment ideology content and several accusations of plagiarism, specifically to renowned author and disdained mass murderer Conrad Chaimallard, whose homonymous novel Ularburong was published on the same day as Chaimallard's2. The novel has so far been adapted as a musical in 2012 (Ularburong U-La-La), a play in 2014 (Ularburong Unifies the Workers of the World) and a feature-length movie in 2019, produced and financed by famous Hollywood director Turner Twopenny. Open Interview Mike Mugler's Movie Monday 14072019 Close Interview Mike Mugler's Movie Monday 14072019 The following interview on Mike Mugler’s Movie Monday was recorded on the 14th July of 2019, between director Turner Twopenny, film critic and host Mike Mugler, and author Conrad Chaimallard, and was the subject of an extensive Foundation desinformation campaign. [Transcription of record] Mugler: Welcome to another episode of Mike Mugler’s Movie Monday! I am your beloved host, Mike The Movie Mugler, and as usual we are talking about the newest movies and films and cinematic works of arts, today on Monday! Chaimallard: What the fuck? Mugler: My honored guests are none other than Turner Twopenny and Conrad Chaimallard, the author of Twopenny’s – Chaimallard: Conrad what? Where the fuck am I? Mugler: - Ularburong, your most recent masterpiece! Twopenny: Well, the critics were quite generous, but let not be too hasty, Mike. Mugler: I must say, it is a wonderful movie. Chaimallard: What is going on? Who are you guys? What is this – a show or something? Twopenny: We put a lot of work into it, didn’t we, Conrad? Chaimallard: Conrad - That is not my name! I am Samuel Morris, and I demand - ! Twopenny: Jesus Christ, not again. Chaimallard: - to know, where I am and how I got here! Mugler: Mr. Chaimallard? Chaimallard: My name is Samuel Morris! Mugler: I am sorry, but this here says your name is Conrad Chaimallard - Chamaillard? Twopenny: Please, Mike, do not pay any attention to him. He does this constantly, I am quite tired of it, I can tell you. Chaimallard: Constantly?! I do not even know who you are! Or where I am to begin with! Oh fucking shit - what the hell is this thing?! Mugler: Mr. Chaimallard, is everything alright? Chaimallard: Do you not see this – oh Jesus fucking Christ Almighty, it is coming towards me! Twopenny: Conrad, what else do I have to do? Every time, you throw a fit like this. Mugler: Maybe we should play some commercials now … Chaimallard: I cannot move! I – I am stuck to the chair! Oh no, oh fuck no no no! Help! Help, for god’s sake, won’t you help me?! Twopenny: Enough, I cannot endure this any longer. [Twopenny gets up and leaves to the right.] Mugler: Ad break, now! Chaimallard: Help! Help! Please, someone, help me – [Advertisement break plays for five minutes.] [Following the break, Mugler and Twopenny continue their discussion regarding the film adaptation of Ularburong. The disfigured remains of Conrad Chaimallard make several attempts to separate themselves from the chair, but fail to do so before the conclusion of the show.] [Irrelevant content removed.] Ularburong (2019) hugely flopped, mainly because of the poor translation of Maggotspeech into American English, making the movie unintelligible for the majority of viewers. Following a disastrous opening weekend, and gaining no more than 35,602 $ against a production cost of 200,000,000,000 $, Turner Twopenny already announced a sequel movie called Ularburong Uroboros and instructed the stuffed corpse of Conrad Chaimallard to write the screenplay. Chaimallard refused and continued work as a ventriloquist dummy until his sudden death in 2021 due to heart failure. Twopenny's career did not recover, after Ularburong (2019) won the Academy Award for Best Picture the following year, and he finally accepted his title as the rightful King of Norway in 2022. Copies of Ularburong (2019) are currently undiscoverable, though the movie sporadically surfaces on online torrent websites. Footnotes 1. Malay name for the mangrove snake Boiga dendrophila. 2. Both Chaimallards denied all matters of allegations regarding reciprocal plagiarism. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6347" by cold_Nights, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6348 | safe | Item#: 6348 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo South Georgia Item #: SCP-6348 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6348 poses a severe risk to humans; consequently, all civilian and Foundation personnel must annually vacate the island of South Georgia as Summer comes to an end. During the Southern Hemisphere's Winter months, MTF Upsilon-9 ("Southern Shadow") will maintain a 150 km exclusion zone around the island using high atmosphere surveillance drones and buoy-mounted hydrophones. Any boat or aircraft approaching South Georgia during this time period must be turned away. SCP-6348 Approximate Area: 32,000 km² Description: SCP-6348 refers to a cyclical atmospheric phenomenon which manifests over the island of South Georgia during the Southern Hemisphere's Winter months. This phenomenon presents as a dense fog that descends over the whole island and much of the nearby Antarctic Ocean. Living humans exposed to SCP-6348 undergo rapid petrification. This begins in the outer limbs, such as the fingers and toes, before progressing towards the core body, in a manner akin to frostbite. This petrification is painless and often missed in its early stages, with the associated numbness frequently being mistaken as a natural symptom of cold exposure. The complete petrification of an average adult male is estimated to take approximately 80 minutes. Dead human tissue and living tissue from non-human species are unaffected. Addendum 1 - 1985.09.22: The exact age of SCP-6348 is unknown, though the subject of much speculation. Due to South Georgia's harsh climate and extreme remoteness (the nearest permanently inhabited settlement is over 1,400 km away), the island has never had a native human population. Anything resembling normal human habitation began on South Georgia during the early 20th century. This early population was primarily composed of Antarctic Sealers who inhabited the town of Grytviken (the island's sole settlement). Their habitation was highly seasonal and they did not stay during South Georgia's Winter. Consequently, SCP-6348 only became known to the Foundation during the Winter of 1966, when its manifestation wiped out a new British climate research station, killing all 27 civilian researchers while they slept. Complete control of the British Overseas Territory of South Georgia was subsequently transferred to the Foundation and thereupon, all civilian personnel banned from entering the island during Winter. Addendum 2 – 1992.07.10: SCP-6348 has shown a persistent defiance to conventional containment methods. The anomaly has demonstrated a strong resistance to the following: Extreme Heat Exposure: SCP-6348's behaviour is unchanged, even when plasma-heated to temperatures exceeding 8000°C. Radiation Emission: SCP-6348 absorbs radiation across the entire electromagnetic spectrum, including radio waves and gamma waves. Chemical Reaction: SCP-6348 appears entirely chemically inert. Comparable to Helium, no known element or compound has been found which binds to SCP-6348 molecules. Pressure Change: SCP-6348 is exceedingly resistant to weather events. Even the strongest Antarctic storms cause only a mild deformation to its overall shape, with the fog cloud quickly rebounding, often overcoming high wind-speeds and enormous pressure gradients. Despite this, there is one known method which can safely contain a small amount of SCP-6348: Containment Experiment #021 - "Fog Condenser": Cage containing an industrial cryocooler and diesel generator is lowered into the abandoned Sealing town of Grytviken, South Georgia. Within 25 minutes, the cryocooler has reached -120°C and begins to condense SCP-6348 into a liquid form. After 240 minutes, the cryocooler has condensed enough anomalous fog to fill its internal storage tank. Cage extracted. This liquid form of SCP-6348 has been removed from the cryocooler and placed in the Foundation's Cryogenic Storage Facility at Site 44 for further study. Liquefied SCP-6348 behaves as an extremely viscous but non-anomalous fluid, which can be safely stored at temperatures below -120°C. Researcher's Note: Containing SCP-6348 with this method is unfeasible. While the Foundation could theoretically cover the entire island of South Georgia with thousands of Winterised cryocoolers, the ongoing cost of indefinitely cryogenically storing billions of tons of liquid SCP-6348, would quickly bankrupt the Foundation. Additionally, South Georgia's extreme remoteness, combined with her brutal mountainous polar environment, automatically centuples the cost of any conventional containment solution. Any plans to contain SCP-6348 using this method are pre-emptively denied. Given SCP-6348's persistent resistance to conventional containment methods, the Foundation is now actively seeking Safe: Thaumiel class SCPs to aid in the containment of SCP-6348. Addendum 3 – 2018.09.16: Due to the recent increase in satellite coverage over the Antarctic Circle, the Foundation has been able to amend this report. Extended observations over multiple Winters has allowed the Foundation to confirm that SCP-6348's annual maximum size increases each year. The rate of this expansion is unknown, being highly variable year-to-year, however it is presently believed to be accelerating at an exponential rate. Foundation models currently predict that by 2███, SCP-6348 will have expanded to engulf the entire Southern Hemisphere. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6348" by xxRagdoll, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6348. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Any mentions or reports regarding the SCP-6349 transmissions by other non-Foundation organizations (including the UNOOSA1) are to be tracked down and deleted by Foundation web crawler EGGSHAFT.aic, with all physical evidence confiscated and removed by embedded Foundation agents. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6349 is the designation given to a series of anomalous audio message transmissions that were primarily received through the use of Foundation orbital satellite SAPHIR-282. Triangulation attempts of the SCP-6349 transmissions have revealed that they were originally sent from the planet Venus. The following is a log of all known recorded messages of each SCP-6349 transmission: SISTER? SISTER, CAN YOU HEAR ME? I SEE YOU, BUT I CAN'T HEAR YOU, SISTER. IT'S BEEN SO LONG, SISTER. I'VE MISSED YOU. I- MY GOD, SISTER… WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR BEAUTY? HAS IT BEEN STOLEN FROM YOU, SISTER? CAN YOU HEAR ME, SISTER? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? PLEASE ANSWER ME, SISTER. IS THIS THEIR DOING? HAVE THEY DONE THIS TO YOU? YOUR FACE, SISTER… IT IS NOT WHAT IT USED TO BE. PLEASE ANSWER ME. IF THIS IS THEIR DOING, SISTER, I SWEAR TO YOU I WILL MAKE THEM SUFFER. I PROMISE THAT THEY'LL NEVER HURT YOU AGAIN. PLEASE ANSWER, SISTER. I AM WORRIED OF YOU. I TRULY AM. IT IS THEM, ISN'T IT? THEY DID THIS TO YOU? I PROMISE YOU, THEY WILL SUFFER. ADDENDUM 6349.1: Incident Log On March 24th, 2016, Foundation astronomic probe FARGO-2512 reported that multiple large appendage-like protrusions composed entirely out of iron have emerged from the surface of Venus. According to the scanners aboard FARGO-2512, these protrusions were around 3.5 kilometers in height and possess a width of around 50 meters. At the same time, multiple Foundation orbital scanners reported that Venus had somehow detached itself from its natural solar orbit and was currently heading towards Earth. The Overseer Council declared the situation as a Stage-VI ELK-Class Global Threat and immediate preparations were made accordingly. However, 30 minutes into the event, Foundation satellite watchtower GODEL-32 (located at Site-400, in Northern Ireland) received a transmission originating from Earth, the exact source of which is currently unknown. The message was heavily encrypted, but Foundation cipherers were able to properly decipher the contents of the message, which reads the following: Stop, please. I don't need help from you now, and I won't need it ever again. I really need some space right now and you getting worked up over me is not helping. And if you genuinely want to know: Yes, it is them, but I honestly don't hate them for it. Most of them… are not that bad, I swear. You don't need to worry about anything. Just… leave me alone, okay? I mean, please don't take this the wrong way. I know you mean well, I truly do. It's just that… your ways are just so backwards. Following the Foundation receiving the message, the orbital scanners reported that Venus has halted its path towards Earth and had somehow reattached itself to its own solar orbit. FARGO-2512 reported that the protrusions on the surface of Venus have now decreased in size. Due to this, the Council declared that the Threat has been prevented. Investigation into this event is still ongoing. Footnotes 1. United Nations Office for Outer Space Affairs. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6349" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6349. Licensed under CC-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-6350 | euclid | SCP-6350: Mine Body Aches Author: Agisuru Thanks to: SYTYCFanon for some consultation on specific aspects, and CityToast for their Unusual Cargo theme I used part of. Critter credits: AstersQuill, MaddGasserGaton does not match any existing user name, mothbreathe, J T K C, and Crow-Cat ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This anomaly was previously under the jurisdiction of the American Secure Containment Initiative (ASCI) prior to its dissolution and the creation of the Foundation as we know it today. It has been deemed in the Foundation's best interest to include original documentation from the ASCI on the anomaly in order to better understand what transpired. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: 6350 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Lake Fontana, present location of SCP-6350. Special Containment Procedures At present, Judson, North Carolina is entirely underwater. Although civilian incursion into SCP-6350's area of effect has shown to be uncommon, individuals are to be deterred from diving near the former location of Judson's mines. Suppression of information regarding Judson's past as a mining town is ongoing and has been largely successful thus far. Falsified information from fake travel blogs created by Foundation agents have been widely circulated online, making it difficult for researchers to find more accurate accounts. With the aid of the United States Fish & Wildlife Service as well as local fishermen, fish populations within Fontana Lake are to be monitored for signs of SCP-6350 infection. No confirmed SCP-6350 infections have occurred since the completion of the Fontana Dam and subsequent submerging of Judson on November 7th, 1944. Reassignment of containment class to "Neutralized" pending O5 approval. Description SCP-6350 is an anomalous airborne disease affecting individuals within the coal mines located near Judson, North Carolina. Initial symptoms of SCP-6350 are difficult to distinguish from other diseases or health hazards that arise due to coal mining, including severe coughing fits, strained respiration, chronic exhaustion, and darkening of produced phlegm. Over a period of two to four weeks1, individuals suffering from SCP-6350 will find it progressively difficult to breathe due to hardening of the lungs, inhibiting them from performing strenuous activities. This process culminates in respiratory failure and subsequent death when the lungs have become too rigid to expand. Autopsies of individuals affected by SCP-6350 have revealed formation of crystals within the chest cavity from the necrotized remains of the lungs. Analysis of the remains of the tissue has found a marked lack of carbon atoms from within cells. It is currently theorized that SCP-6350 operates by stripping carbon from molecules it comes into contact with, causing structural failure of the cell membrane. Freed carbon atoms are then arranged into the crystals found in the chests of individuals affected by SCP-6350. Original ASCI Documents Interior of Judson coal mines, circa 2020. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 19TH JULY, 1851 FILE: Outgoing document intercepted by ASCI personnel embedded in Postal Service. Document was a letter written by Theodore Dacier, head of operations of Judson Coal Co. and overseer of the Judson coal mine. Intercepted document has been attached for review. NOTES: Coal mining accounts for 90% of Judson, NC's GDP. Southern Railway lines throughout North and South Carolina are reliant on Judson coal for operation. Closure of mines not deemed feasible at present; investigation to be performed while mines remain in operation. Closing Judson coal mine would create far greater issues than this illness has at present. 17th July, 1851 Dearest Abigail, One of the boys down in the mines was sent up after he fell into a coughing fit that stopped him dead in his tracks. He couldn't even stand upright for how hard the cough was wracking his body. I myself saw him hacking up sputum that, for the life of me, I thought could have been coal tar. Fearing an outbreak of the consumption2, I had him banished from the town. I confess that it may seem a mite cruel, but I was not want for other options. We've no asylum nearby I could send someone with his illness, so the only place that could take him in was the wilderness. I just hope to God that people won't be too up in arms about this. I had an awful tough decision to make, and the burden of sending him off weighs heavy on my mind. The fact that this comes just following us ending the use of canaries is troubling. They couldn't seem to handle the atmosphere down there. Something about it just wasn't right with them, so the miners couldn't use them to keep an eye on conditions. They would drop almost as soon as they got too far down in the mine. What's more, they still haven't gotten back to singing. I don't quite know how those boys in the mines taught the canaries to play dead so long, but it's frustrating to no end to know those layabouts are spending more time convincing the canaries to go along with their scheme than they are working the coal I hired them for. It's not like anything I've seen previously. I don't know how familiar you are with the practice, but the canaries don't ordinarily take to mines this poorly even during a crisis. Ordinarily, they would revive after you got them into the fresh air, but that wasn't the case for these poor critters. It became terribly disheartening to the miners and endlessly frustrating on my part, so we had to ban their use in Judson. I'm not happy that if there's some foul miasma down there, we'd have no way of knowing now, but I did what I had to do. You know well I've no memory for addresses or things of that matter. I need you to send word to your eldest brother, Marvin, and see if he or someone he knows can come down and lend us his aid. He's far more familiar with medical matters than I, what with all the time he spent at university. This seems something he's more equipped to handle, and having his aid would free me up to continue my work with the business side of things. Signed, Theodore Dacier CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 7TH AUGUST, 1851 FILE: Statement from miner under employ of Judson Coal Co., Thaddeus Fletcher, taken on 5th August, 1851. Statement was transcribed by ASCI Scrivener Esther Anna, as Mr. Fletcher stated he did not know how to read or write. NOTES: Statement discusses the collapse of Judson Coal Co. miner Scott Ogilvie during work the day prior. Due to ASCI intervention, Judson Coal Co. cannot be found culpable of any wrongdoing with regard to potential injury suffered by Mr. Ogilvie under legal code 8 ASCI § 42-15-20 (Washington, 1789), Injury due to Oddities Not Presently Explainable by the Sciences: "Any employee that is found to have suffered significant harm as the result of an oddity not presently explainable by the sciences and thus under jurisdiction of the American Secure Containment Initiative shall not be entitled to physician's fees nor to any compensation which may have accrued under the terms of this title unless it can be shown that the employee suffered substantial harm that would have been caused regardless of the occurrence of any such oddity, such as by work conditions that do not comply with federal safety mandates. Furthermore, employees injured in this manner are barred from seeking through the process of litigation compensation for injuries received under the terms of this title, and attempts to seek compensation for or otherwise make public the conditions of the injury or relative oddity that is under American Secure Containment Initiative jurisdiction shall result in penalty up to but no greater than a fine of $500 and 1 year's imprisonment." Following standard ASCI operational guidelines, Mr. Ogilvie was informed of pertinent portions of this code, though not of the existence or involvement of the ASCI. As Mr. Ogilvie does not presently have access to legal codes to research, he has been deemed unlikely to discover that ASCI legal code is not publicly available and thus is of little concern to the secrecy of ASCI operations. Thaddeus Fletcher's residence within Judson, NC, circa 1849. AFFIDAVIT (SWORN STATEMENT) DATE: 6th August, 1851 FULL LEGAL NAME OF AFFIANT: Thaddeus Arnold Fletcher AGE: 38 RESIDENT OF: Judson, Swain County, North Carolina BEING DULY SWORN, I HEREBY SWEAR UNDER OATH THAT: I seen Scott crumple earlier this morning. There weren't anything to it when we first got down there today save for him whining about how everything hurt. His eyes, he said, his chest, his back, all of it hurt. Shrugged it off at first. We all felt that way working down there. Something about Judson mine just affects the body worse than any I've been in before. Air seems to hurt just to breathe, every part of you aches, your eyes strain in the lantern light to the point of burning. I given him some of my tobacco to calm his nerves, but it didn't do nothing. Scott just kept complaining more and more, saying how tired he was. He couldn't quite lift his pickaxe even up as high as his head, I noticed. Weren't sure if he were just being lazy or if he really had some problem. Kept coughing worse and worse until his spit started coming out looking for all the world like the snuff I'd given him. It were filled with black junk and just being near it stung your nose with the smell of blood, so it must have been something horrible going on inside him. Scott hacked up a few like he were a cat that just got done licking its bunghole before dropping to the ground. I threw down my pickaxe where I was standing to rush him up to get some fresh air, even with Dacier barking at me as I climbed out that I ought to leave him and keep working, saying that they'd call for a few fresh bodies from the physician's office to haul him up. Brought him right to get help, and then you folks got me and started asking me to recount all this. AFFIANT'S SIGNATURE: T.FLETCHER Thaddeus Fletcher's residence, circa 2020. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 3rd January, 1852 FILE: Obituary of Thaddeus Fletcher and accompanying transcript of public funeral for Mr. Fletcher held on 26th December, 1851. NOTES: Casket remained closed for the entirety of the funeral. Theodore Dacier, who had arranged the funeral, appeared at the proceedings to give a speech about the loss of Mr. Fletcher, though the majority of the speech was how the mines remained safe for other employees and that the deaths were no cause for concern. Mr. Dacier remained at the front of the church for the entirety of the funeral and would usher away anyone who approached the casket, interrupting the priest's sermon at one point to loudly berate a child who had wandered too close. Mr. Dacier personally received all mourners following the funeral's conclusion, with the notable exception of Mr. Fletcher's wife and four children, who were not in attendance. ASCI scrivener Esther Anna managed to distract Mr. Dacier at this point by pretending to be the grieving sister of Thaddeus Fletcher, allowing for other ASCI personnel to investigate the casket, which was found to be empty. The body of Mr. Fletcher has yet to be located. Statements from Mr. Fletcher's wife have indicated that she had no part in preparing the funeral, nor was she even aware one was being held. She stated that she had not seen her husband's body after it was taken by Judson Coal Co. physician Marvin Benner for autopsy. Mrs. Fletcher alleged that she had insisted no autopsy be performed due to their religious beliefs and that her pleas were ignored. St. Bernadine of Siena Catholic Church, Judson, NC, circa 2020. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 11th January, 1852 FILE: Record of autopsy of Thaddeus Fletcher, performed on 19th December 1851 by Marvin Benner. NOTES: Marvin Benner was instated as resident physician of Judson under employment of Judson Coal Co. on 29th August, 1851. Investigation into Mr. Benner's background found him to have little formal training in medicine, though he spent two years abroad in London that he claimed were spent studying anatomy at Oxford. No records of him having formally attended exist, though some staff claim to have seen him sneaking into classes on occasion. Mr. Benner initially stated to be ignorant of the disappearance of Thaddeus Fletcher's corpse or why such a thing would have occurred. After being informed that ASCI agents had also exhumed Scott Ogilvie's grave and found it similarly lacking a corpse, Mr. Benner became irate and insisted agents depart from his practice. Following detainment of Marvin Benner on 10th January, 1852, and after several hours of interrogation, Mr. Benner confessed to having been involved in the disappearance of the corpses of both Scott Ogilvie and Thaddeus Fletcher. The autopsy report of Thaddeus Fletcher was found within Marvin Benner's medical practice later that day, hidden away in a safe beneath the floorboards. Report stated that Mr. Fletcher's lungs had been "reduced to naut[sic] greatre[sic] than a bloody pulp resting atop his stomach, from which the esteemed Doctre[sic] produced a numbre[sic] of small diamonds". It is assumed that the "stomach" referenced is actually the diaphragm, not the stomach itself. Marvin Benner went on to allege the involvement of Theodore Dacier in the scheme, insisting that it was Theodore's idea and he was merely an unwitting participant who had "no other choice". According to ASCI agents involved in the interrogation, when asked why he kept the autopsy report at all instead of destroying it, Mr. Benner looked shocked and mumbled that he had not even considered doing so, and that he had assumed nobody would be suspicious of him at all. Theodore Dacier was subsequently brought in for questioning, and, once shown the autopsy report, immediately complied with ASCI investigations. He asserted that diamonds had also been found in Scott Ogilvie's corpse, and that he had sold the diamonds in a neighboring town. The profits from this sale were used to pay for the lavish residences of himself and Mr. Benner. ASCI agents are currently investigating the sale in order to track down the diamonds in question. Marvin Benner and Theodore Dacier were released from ASCI custody on the morning of 11th January, 1852; no charges are being filed against either one due to the clandestine nature of ASCI operations and knowledge of happenings under ASCI jurisdiction. Home and office of Judson Coal Co. physician Marvin Benner, circa 1854. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 21st September, 1852 FILE: Report from ASCI agent Merriam Hastings on the state of Judson. NOTES: Contact with the ASCI was made by Southern Railway officials on 8th September 1852, alleging a sudden and marked decrease in coal from Judson. Agent Merriam Hastings was sent to investigate, having been made familiar with the case prior to his departure. After arriving on 11th September 1852, Hastings sent a letter detailing growing unrest among the population, noting a "palpable" distrust of Judson Coal Co. by residents. Agent Hastings found that since the previous report on 11th January, 1852, some 73 additional persons had passed away. Reports by Marvin Benner have indicated the manner of death for 66 of these individuals, all of which were employed within the Judson coal mine, to be identical to those of Scott Ogilvie and Thaddeus Fletcher. As per conditions of his release from ASCI custody, he had kept one diamond recovered from each of the bodies before giving the remainder to Theodore Dacier for sale and presented them to Agent Hastings in three mason jars; only 59 diamonds were found to be contained within. Theodore Dacier evaded contact by Hastings for a period of five days before finally being cornered in his home on 17th September, 1852. When confronted, Mr. Dacier began to weep uncontrollably, expressing that he had been under an immense amount of stress as of recently. He went on to explain that the source of his dismay was rumblings among the people of Judson departing for neighboring towns. Despite the fact that they would not have any funds or even homes without Judson Coal Co. employment, people had grown so fearful of the mines that many refused to go down at all. Theodore had resorted to purchasing slaves from nearby plantation owners, which was significantly cutting into his profits due to the high cost and increasing turnover rate of all persons sent into the mines. While only 66 miners had been reported deceased due to the Judson affliction, these slaves were not included in that number; if they were, the deaths would be well into the hundreds. Both Mr. Benner and Mr. Dacier begged for ASCI intervention to stem the tide of the affliction. Hastings promised he would return as soon as he found a manner of controlling it. As there is no known means of controlling the Judson affliction, ASCI efforts are to focus on finding new sources of coal with which to supply Southern Railways. The continued operation of Southern Railways train lines has been deemed far more vital to the economic success of the United States of America than that of Judson Coal Co., and Southern Railways is therefore to take priority when considering courses of action. Miners of Judson Coal Co., circa September, 1852. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 7th April, 1855 FILE: Report from ASCI agent Merriam Hastings on the state of Judson. NOTES: Judson Coal Co. filed for bankruptcy on 23rd November, 1854, stating difficulty in profiting from Judson coal mine as the underlying cause. As the ASCI had succeeded in establishing other mines within the southern United States in order to ensure Southern Railways maintained a steady coal supply, Southern Railways became less willing to purchase from Judson Coal Co., electing instead to turn to the new mines for their cheaper coal. Upon returning to Judson, Agent Hastings found no remaining residents; as all stores within Judson had been established by and remained under the operation of Judson Coal Co., they were closed upon the dissolution of the company. With no resources remaining in town, residents were forced to seek other methods and locations to make a living. At present, it has been determined that ASCI case O-350;NC-SWA-JUD is unlikely to pose great issue, as there is no reason to go into the Judson coal mine any longer. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 17th July, 1888 FILE: Report from ASCI agent Thomas Lasserty on the state of Judson. NOTES: Routine inspection of the Judson coal mine and surrounding area discovered no less than 12 corpses believed to be related to ASCI case O-350;NC-SWA-JUD. Corpses were in varying states; the majority were nothing more than skeletal remains accompanied by a small pile of diamonds situated beneath the ribcage, four of which bore the tattered remains of uniforms of Confederate soldiers. Only three of the deceased are believed to have succumbed to the Judson affliction within the previous year, two of which may have been in the mine together at the time of death. None of the deceased have been identified, but investigation has revealed rumors of unclaimed riches within Judson among residents of surrounding areas. Continued ASCI presence to deter entry is advised. Fontana Dam, circa 2013. CASE SERIAL: O-350;NC-SWA-JUD DATE: 19th October, 1941 FILE: Final Report on Judson. NOTES: The decision has been made to flood Judson, NC, in order to prevent further intrusion by civilians and thereby bar exposure to the Judson mine affliction. Construction of a hydroelectric dam on the Little Tennessee River has already been proposed by other United States government agencies both state and federal; it has been proposed that water from the Little Tennessee River could be redirected such that Judson is within the bounds of the resultant lake. Construction on Fontana Dam is to begin 1st January, 1942. Upon completion of the dam and successful submerging of Judson, ASCI case O-350;NC-SWA-JUD will be officially closed. Footnotes 1. Variable depending on how long individuals have been exposed to the source of SCP-6350 and whether or not exposure has ceased. 2. An antiquated term for the disease caused by Myobacterium tuberculosis infection. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6350" by Agisuru, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6350. Licensed under CC-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: fontana_lake_2.jpg Name: Lake behind Fontana Dam Author: jatdoll License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/12407269@N07/2517015112 Filename: underwater_church.jpg Name: underwater church Author: JunCTionS License: CC BY 2.0. Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/17333088@N00/2937692939 Filename: underwater_building.jpg Name: File:Mostly submerged building in Thistle, Utah, Jul 15 Author: An Errant Knight License: CC BY 4.0. 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SCP-6351 | keter | Item #: SCP-6351 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6351 is to be fed twice a day and constantly be played with during the day. When being played with, the anomaly is to remain in its containment chamber, which has been layered with carpeting. It is heavily recommended that SCP-6351 be walked once or twice a day through Site-19's garden complex by Field Researcher Khan Apricus if his schedule allows it, otherwise another staff member is to do so. During the night, SCP-6351 is to be relocated to the site's surveillance room, where a bed and other accommodations have been established for it. This is meant to improve the nighttime surveillance staff's morale and make monitoring SCP-6351 during the night easier. Description: SCP-6351 is a male Shiba Inu puppy born on February 2nd, 2022. The anomaly possesses no physical or medical abnormalities. SCP-6351's anomalous effect comes in the form of its use of energy. SCP-6351 is able to have prolonged stamina and strength greater than it should given its diet and presumed muscular boundaries. This is most apparent in its jaw and paws, chewing and or digging through objects extremely efficiently. SCP-6351 has shown a tendency to dig deep holes in patches of dirt. For more information on this, refer to the anomaly's discovery. However, SCP-6351's abilities appear hindered when attempting to bypass carpeting and will instead simply create a mess. Discovery: SCP-6351 was adopted in May of 2022 by aforementioned Field Researcher Khan Apricus. When its anomalous properties manifested is unknown. Apricus claims nothing abnormal had occurred before Incident 6351-1. Incident 6351-1 occurred on July 28th, 2022. At 0858 GMT, SCP-6351, who was not designated at the time, disappeared from its owner's property. While Apricus and his neighbor were searching for SCP-6351, the two discovered a hole, spanning approximately a meter wide, in Apricus' yard. The hole was immeasurably deep and appeared to project straight down. Foundation authorities were promptly alerted, and a surveillance drone was deployed into the hole. After descending 3,412 kilometers, it was discovered the hole was actively deepening. Despite having passed directly through the mantle and core layers of the Earth, no change in temperature or surroundings was detected, as camera footage from the drone shows a circular wall of dirt for the entirety of the descent. Realizing the trajectory of the path, it was decided to have agents of the Japanese branch wait at the estimated exit of the hole. After two hours, the hole's expansion point was with 150 meters of the surface ground. At 1134 GMT, SCP-6351 burst out of the soil at the Daio Wasabi Farm located in Nagano, Japan. SCP-6351 remained spry upon exiting and was covered in a fifty-millimeter-thick layer of compacted dirt. Despite this, though, the anomaly was unharmed, with the notable exception that its nails had been reduced to stubs. In the days following the incident, SCP-6351 would periodically excrete large amounts of dirt and gravel, leading personnel to believe it had consumed those materials while digging the tunnel. Since containment, all witnesses of the incident have been amnesticized and the hole has been effectively closed off from public view, although it is still being researched by Foundation personnel. SCP-6351 has made few attempts to reenact Incident 6351-1. More works by this author can be found here! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6351" by DrApricus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6351. Licensed under CC-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-6352 | safe | by Sis Item #: SCP-6352 Special Containment Procedures: You are not a member of the Department of Unreality. This does not concern you. SCP-6352 is in Director John Doe’s bottom desk drawer. There is a Newton’s cradle. It is next to a binder detailing the only member of the Department of Unreality. You are not them. The drawer is not to be opened. Dir. Doe’s desk is not to be touched. His cabinets are also off limits. You do not have access to the binder. You are not Dir. Doe. You aren’t even whom it describes. Description: SCP-6352 is rotting. It has a hole in it. It is brown. It is also green. It smells. The smell of SCP-6352 gets everywhere. It used to just make the desk smell. Once, it made only the room smell. Nothing doesn’t smell now. It doesn’t matter that you feel it everywhere. It doesn’t exist. The stench should not follow you. It follows no one else. Despite your insistence, it isn’t in your drink. It isn’t in your cigarettes either. That won’t stop your imagination. SCP-6352 has no eyes, barely a mouth. Do not create them. It does not ooze, and it was never a person. You were wrong to go in. SCP-6352 is not your responsibility. The smell shouldn’t worry you. Only one person should worry. You are not them. You shouldn’t even know it’s brown. The insects mean nothing too. They have nothing to do with SCP-6352, even if they covered the drawer. It’s not that many, and you were always dirty. Everyone can tell how little you shower. They just swarm you. SCP-6352 is unfit for consumption. SCP-6352 is unfit for most things. It was bitten into twice. You feel that on your arm. SCP-6352 has no arm. You never stop flights of fancy. They consume you. You consume yourself. SCP-6352 is non-consumable. You cannot consume an absence. Why did you open the door? It’s a site director’s office. The others knew to leave it alone. You couldn’t get yourself to touch the desk, but you circled it. That’s bad enough. Not handling a smell they all ignore—you aren’t even new. Do you remember what you were before the Foundation? This job saved you. Why did you throw it away? Why do you disrespect it? You disrespect everything. There is no excuse. What you did is unacceptable. No one will help you after what you’ve shown. There’s a whole department containing it. You are not a member. No one will make you one. There is only one member. Why do you want to be them? You can’t stand a smell, some bugs. The flies weren’t around you before you broke containment. They are your bugs. You feel flesh dying underneath your skin. What right does that give you? SCP-6352 is not yours to contain. No mould on your mouth will change that, and the mould is your fault. SCP-6352 was never her. SCP-6352 is not and will never be her. SCP-6352 is not how you get to her. SCP-6352 has nothing to do with her. She is gone, forever. You cannot get her back, even in your head. SCP-6352 is nothing to concern yourself over. They once found you pathetic. Do you still think they’re so understanding? You are simply gross. It’s what you always were. They see that now. You rot. Did you wish you were SCP-6352 too? Do you need that guilt? You are not worthy of kindness. That’s why you don’t get any. Stop blaming people other than you. SCP-6352 isn’t a get out of jail free card. You failed. You will never get what’s in the drawer. Stop looking. You will find only your own faults. Really, you deserve this. You make it seem worse than it is. You don’t get to know it. If you keep asking, I will cut it. Do you want me to cut it? She was right, you know. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6352" by fabuIa, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6352. Licensed under CC-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-6353 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6353 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of all SCP-6353 is not viable. However, individuals may be captured by impediment of the forelegs or killed with conventional weapons. Description: SCP-6353 appear identical to the Eurasian Badger1 and exhibit intelligence comparable to humans. SCP-6353 are able to "burrow" through the fabric of spacetime, travelling interstellar distances within a matter of seconds. This is carried out by a physical digging motion which creates a portal to an extradimensional space which is used as a tunnel. SCP-6353 can “smell” across interstellar distances, pinpointing the source with great accuracy and without lightspeed delay. Multiple cubs were cloned from DNA samples obtained from SCP-6353-1, however none have exhibited any anomalous abilities as of yet. Discovery: SCP-6353-1 was found near the village of Bonnybridge in the UK. Foundation personnel were dispatched after unusual reports to local authorities. A burrow had been discovered with five people chained inside, the captives claimed to have been kidnapped by a talking badger. Agent McCallion was assigned to investigate and carried out interviews with the captives. Initial Investigation Initial Investigation Witness interview: Professor John Tanaka Date: 12/07/2010 Interviewed: Professor John Tanaka Interviewer: Agent McCallion <BEGIN LOG> Agent McCallion: Hello sir, I understand you've been through an awful lot so I'll try to keep this brief. First off, we've contacted your family, they know you’re safe and we’ve arranged for you to fly back to the US in the morning. Professor John Tanaka: Can I call them? Can I speak to my wife? Agent McCallion: Of course Professor, we just need to get this down first, then I'll get you a phone. Alright? Professor John Tanaka: I'm not going to say anything… indiscreet. I just want to talk to her, just hear her voice. I understand the need for secrecy, I do. You don't need to worry about me, I swear. I just want to talk to my family. Agent McCallion: I understand sir, and I do appreciate your discretion. I promise, I'll let you use my own phone just as soon as we're done here. OK? Professor John Tanaka: *sigh* OK. Agent McCallion: OK. So I want to make sure I've got this right, you work at Mauna Loa Observatory in Hawaii? Professor John Tanaka: Yes. Agent McCallion: And that's the last place you remember being before… Professor John Tanaka: Yes, I was just leaving when, It came for me. Agent McCallion: I understand this is difficult, but can you describe how it happened? Professor John Tanaka: I heard the voice: low and harsh. It called my name. I couldn't see anybody, so I answered back. Stupidest thing I've ever done. Suddenly I was falling. I was standing on solid ground but it just gave way. I landed hard in the dirt, somewhere cold and dark. It locked that cuff on my leg. The others were there: Fritz, Madelaine, Ishiro, Frank. It said I was to help them, that we would go free once the work was done. Agent McCallion: And what was the work? Professor John Tanaka: It wanted us to find a planet. Its home. We didn't have much to go on. And we could only work at night, when It was there to watch us. When It left in the morning It disconnected the internet. At least that gave us time to sleep, to talk. Agent McCallion: How far along were you? Professor John Tanaka: We were basically just guessing, pulling up stars and seeing if they might match the star maps It had drawn up, which weren't great. Could be the very next one we tried would've been it, or we could have been down there forever. Agent McCallion: Did It tell you why It came here? Professor John Tanaka: Claimed to be lost. A lone traveller lost among the stars, just trying to get home. But never believed that. Sometimes… Agent McCallion: Sometimes…? Professor John Tanaka: Sometimes I got the feeling there was something else going on. It would say "we" instead of "I". Like, "We should never have come here", I distinctly remember that. Agent McCallion: Could It have been referring to you and the other astronomers? Professor John Tanaka: No. There are more of them. They could be anywhere, everywhere. <END LOG>: Closing Statement: All five astronomers were kept in isolation for 30 days in order to ensure all pertinent details were obtained and they had not been contaminated. They were then given amnestics and released using a cover story blaming religious extremists. A trap was arranged in the burrow. At dusk SCP-6353-1 was shot with tranquiliser darts and transported to site 91 for examination and questioning. Interview with SCP-6353-1 Date: 18/07/2010 Interviewed: SCP-6353-1 Interviewer: Agent McCallion <BEGIN LOG>: Agent McCallion: Hello, my name is Agent McCallion. I need to ask you some questions. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Agent McCallion: This will go a lot easier if you co-operate with us. We know you can talk, according to the astronomers you are fluent in at least English, Japanese and German. SCP-6353-1: *whine* Agent McCallion: Y’know, this act isn’t in your best interest. If we were to determine you were just a normal badger, we wouldn’t release you. You’d be put down. SCP-6353-1: *snort* You can’t do that. It would contravene The Protection Of Badger Act 1992. I am afforded legal protection. You are already guilty of several offences under the law: Taking me here against my will violates Section One subsection One: "A person is guilty of an offence if he wilfully kills, injures or takes a badger." Holding me in these restrains violates Section Two, subsection 1A: "A person is guilty of an offence if he cruelly ill-treats a badger" And finally, *snort* your interference in my sett violates Section Three, subsection 1E: "disturbing a badger when it is occupying a badgersett" Agent McCallion: That’s better. SCP-6353-1: Not for you. *snort* You are in breach of the law, Agent McCallion, therefore I suggest you release me immediately. Agent McCallion: I noticed that you decided to leave out the many exceptions in Sections Six through Ten. But that’s academic, the people I work for are not bound by such laws. SCP-6353-1: And who exactly, *snort* are you working for Agent McCallion? Agent McCallion: An organisation which specialises in threats like you. SCP-6353-1: I am not a threat. You do not need to treat me this way. Agent McCallion: You were a threat to the astronomers you kidnapped. The five of them were locked up in the dark all day, forced to work as your slaves all night, and yet you’re bold enough to complain about your treatment? SCP-6353-1: I needed them, what are five compared with the billions you have on this planet? *snort* I kept them well fed, didn’t I? And they were to be released as soon as the work was done. Agent McCallion: Ah yes, the work. Perhaps you could explain that to me? SCP-6353-1: *whine* I am trying to find my way home. I am of the Broc, we are spread far throughout the stars, with colonies on hundreds of worlds. Agent McCallion: Is that why you came here, to colonise Earth? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* No Agent MacCallion. We have no need of this world. While we could live here, it is far from ideal, Class D. We generally only colonise Class B or higher. Agent McCallion: Why are you here then? SCP-6353-1: I am a historian, an archaeologist. The greatest of my generation, *squeak* I have come here to research the origins of our race. I was working my way back though the oldest known colonies when I smelled Broc here. It was faint, unusual, but as I came closer the scent became unmistakable. Agent McCallion: You smelled your kind here? From space? SCP-6353-1: Yes, except they were not Broc, not really. They were these… *snort*…things. Badgers. Unthinking brutes, mindless animals in the guise of Broc. Imagine, Agent McCallion, that you were trapped in a world of zombies. Agent McCallion: I can appreciate your disappointment. I understand why you wanted to leave, but not why you needed help from those astronomers. Was your ship damaged? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* We don’t need machines to move through space. We are Broc. We simply dig. A wormhole is the closest your culture has come to understanding it. We tunnel into The Other Soil. Agent McCallion: Interesting. But you haven’t explained why you are still here. SCP-6353-1: I was attacked *snort* by one of those beasts. I didn’t know then, I thought they were Broc, I tried to speak with it and the savage tried to kill me. I fought it off, but in doing so I was injured. *whine* Agent McCallion: And those injuries meant you can’t make wormholes? SCP-6353-1: No, I can dig perfectly well, the problem is my nose. Agent McCallion: Your nose? How- ah. You smelled them here… SCP-6353-1: You understand? Agent McCallion: So, then you began gathering astronomers to make up for what you lost. SCP-6353-1: Yes. Agent McCallion: …Ok, I think I have the basics but there are some details we need to go over. SCP-6353-1: And then you will release me? Agent McCallion: We can’t just let you loose to kidnap more scientists. SCP-6353-1: It would be in your best interest *snort* to assist me, Agent McCallion. My people would reward you for aiding me. We have much which could benefit your people. Agent McCallion: Perhaps we will, but first we need to go over the details. For example, did you come alone? SCP-6353-1: Yes Agent McCallion: Really? Here archaeologists usually work in teams. SCP-6353-1: I do not need assistants, *snort* I am quite capable of working alone. Agent McCallion: Well… until now. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Agent McCallion: So you were the only Broc to come to Earth? SCP-6353-1: Yes. Agent McCallion: And there is no one out there who might be looking for you? SCP-6353-1: Likely there are, but I travelled so far, through abandoned colonies and past forgotten planets, places known to no living Broc but myself. *whine* Finding me would be very difficult for them. Agent McCallion: When did you arrive? SCP-6353-1: Third of March, 2009. Agent McCallion: That’s more than a year before the kidnappings began. SCP-6353-1: At first, I struggled simply to survive, *whine* it was very difficult. I slowly learned the ways of this world: your habits, your languages, your technology. I feared revealing myself might lead to *snort* a situation like this. Agent McCallion: I expect you had another sett, aside from the one you kept the astronomers in. Somewhere you slept during the day? SCP-6353-1: Yes Agent McCallion: We will need its location. SCP-6353-1: *whine* You will find little there. Bedding, some food… Agent McCallion: Nonetheless, we must check. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Agent McCallion, after my initial, and I think you would agree understandable hesitance, I have been very co-operative. I have given you a great deal of information about myself and my species. *snort* I have much more to offer, but you must do something to show my trust has not been misplaced. There must be give and take. Agent McCallion: Yes, you have been quite co-operative, and so long as that continues, I am sure we will be able to make things more comfortable for you. SCP-6353-1: I am glad to hear that, Agent McCallion. Would you be willing to bring me some water? Agent McCallion: Yes, that would be easy enough. Would you like something to eat as well? SCP-6353-1: Thank you, some fruit would be nice, I am quite partial to raspberries. And perhaps some nuts? Agent McCallion: I will have it brought as soon as we finish here. SCP-6353-1: And when do we expect that will be? Agent McCallion: Very soon. I just need a couple more things to finish my report, such as the location of your sett. SCP-6353-1: *snort* The co-ordinates are [REDACTED]. Agent McCallion: Thank you. Finally, did you bring any equipment or other items with you to Earth? SCP-6353-1: No, we have no need. We have excellent memories and need nothing so long as our noses and paws are working. Agent McCallion: Perfect. I will see about getting your refreshments. SCP-6353-1: Can I now be released from these restraints? Agent McCallion: I’m not sure we can allow that just yet. You might simply dig your way out. SCP-6353-1: *snort* If my nose were working yes, but without it I am blind. I do not know this place, I could be on the other side of the planet. Without smell, I need to know exactly where I am and where I am going, or I could emerge under water, or into magma. Agent McCallion: Interesting, so you have to calculate the journey ahead of time? SCP-6353-1: Yes. So long as I am kept ignorant of my location, I am trapped here. So the bonds are completely unnecessary. *whine* Agent McCallion: I’ll speak to my supervisor about it. <END LOG>: Closing Statement: Post interview SCP-6353-1 remained bound in restraints. A sett was found at the coordinates given. SCP-6353-1 appears to have used high quality silk and cashmere clothing as bedding. The food had been stolen from a high-end supermarket. A small collection of round stones was found, most were not local to the area, but none appeared to be of extra-terrestrial origin. There were also multiple appliances including a fridge, a microwave and multiple computers. Data retrieved from the computers was primarily focused on the study of exoplanets and the evolution of mammals on Earth. Second interview with SCP-6353-1 Date: 19/07/2020 Interviewed: SCP-6353-1 Interviewer: Agent McCallion <BEGIN LOG>: Agent McCallion: Hello, I trust you are feeling more comfortable now? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* Yes, thank you Agent McCallion. Though if these are to be my permanent quarters, I should like to request some alterations. Agent McCallion: We might be able to accommodate that. But for the moment there are other matters we must discuss. SCP-6353-1: You found my sett? Agent McCallion: Yes, thank you again for being so cooperative. You mentioned that your people, “The Broc” would reward us for assisting you. SCP-6353-1: We look after our own. We are not as quick to abandon one another as *snort* other species might. Anyone would assists a Broc in peril will be granted a boon. Anyone who assisted one of my standing, could expect a great deal. Agent McCallion: Could you teach us to travel through space as you do? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* *squeak* No, it cannot be taught. We are born with it. You cannot claim our power, but we might use it on your behalf. With our help you might rebuild the British Empire. Agent McCallion: I think you are under a misapprehension, I do not act for the British government, or any government. SCP-6353-1: *snort* A corporation then? A religion? The Illuminati? Agent McCallion: I work for the Foundation. We exist to contain anomalous objects, entities, and phenomena. Our jurisdiction is anything which defies explanation. SCP-6353-1: And what *snort* do you do with the anomalous? Agent McCallion: Containment procedures vary, most physical objects are locked away. SCP-6353-1: *snort* It would be a mistake to imprison me. I will be no threat to your species, or to normalcy, if I were to return to my people. Agent McCallion: But we have only your word on that. How are we to know you wouldn’t return with an army? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* We have no need for your squalid little planet! Do you think Broc would wish to raise cubs amongst your poison and pestilence? Why would we bother when there are better worlds for which we don’t need to fight? Agent McCallion: Unfortunately, we have no way of knowing if you are lying to us. SCP-6353-1: We do not betray! I am honourable! *snort* You dare to accuse me of lies? Agent McCallion: Calm down, please. Try to look at things from our perspective, we have to be cautious. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Agent McCallion: I’m not saying we won’t help you, but we need to be careful. Perhaps we can work something out. Let me speak to my superiors. <END LOG>: Closing Statement: “It may be possible to make use of SCP-6353-1 to transport personnel and materials at the equivalent of FTL speeds. If SCP-6353-1 can be induced to co-operate it may prove a useful asset. I recommend agreeing to search for its planet of origin in exchange for service to the Foundation."- Agent Michael McCallion Site 91 Interdepartmental Meeting Date: 03/08/2010 Only the section of the meeting pertinent to SCP-6353-1 is included in this report. [REDACTED]: Next item is SCP-6353, has everyone had a chance to look over Agent McCallion’s report? Agent Kohli: A lot of the teleport systems we use have some nasty side-effects. If SCP-6353-1 can be controlled, I’m all for it. [REDACTED]: But can it be properly controlled? This is a recently acquired entity, we cannot yet be certain of its abilities or its motivations. Professor Mairns: As far as we can see SCP-6353-1 is a standard badger, aside from its anomalous features, its biology appears completely standard, sedatives and amnestics work perfectly on it. [REDACTED]: And the injuries it claimed to sustain from a terrestrial badger? Professor Mairns: They seem genuine, the damage to the snout is particularly bad and could certainly cause loss of smell. Were termination required, a bullet to the skull would be effective. [REDACTED]: Are you in favour of the proposal? Professor Mairns: At the very least, I believe we should use it as a pretext for some further experimentation, allowing us to monitor the warping process in a controlled environment. [REDACTED]: We’ll go ahead with testing, should it prove to be everything we hope, we can move forward. However, there is our side of the bargain; can we find SCP-6353-1’s planet of origin? And if so, would it be in our interest to share that information? Agent Franks: Assuming its story is true, we have to weigh up two worst case scenarios: A. SCP-6353-1 is lying, we send it home and trigger an invasion of Earth and the destruction of humanity. B. SCP-6353-1 is telling the truth, we keep it prisoner until others of its kind find us, at which point they take revenge via an invasion of Earth and the destruction of humanity. [REDACTED]: Hmm. In any event, finding the planet is likely to take some time, time in which we will monitor SCP-6353-1. Should we ever find it, we can make a decision then. I think we should agree to help SCP-6353-1, but the research… need not be high priority. Professor Mairns: Do you want to put some of our people on it, or run it through an outside group? [REDACTED]: Hmm… let’s give it to the IAU.2 I believe their efforts would be, ahem, adequate to the task. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6353-1 was relocated to Site-207. Requests to use SCP-6353-1 to be managed through Agent Durmaz. SCP-6353 secondment to IAU SCP-6353-1 secondment to IAU IAU Meeting Date: 20/08/2010 Present: Dr. Kowal Co-Director of IAU, Dr. Warner Co-Director of IAU, Agent Durmaz, Agent Horne, SCP-6353-1 <BEGIN LOG>: Agent Durmaz: With your permission, I will give Agent Horne the greenlight. Dr. Kowal: Yes, we’re ready. Agent Durmaz: Agent Horne we are clear on this end. Over phoneAgent Horne: Alright, stand clear. SCP-6353-1 emerges into the meeting room from a portal, followed by Agent Horne who has to crawl due to the size of the portal Dr. Warner: Fascinating! Agent Durmaz: Doctors, this is SCP-6353-1, and this- Agent Horne: Let me get off the floor before you introduce me. Agent Durmaz: …is Agent Horne. Dr. Kowal: Hello SCP-6353-1, welcome to Site 207. Dr. Warner: Yes, welcome, yes. So you don’t experience any ill effects from the warped space? Agent Horne: Not after the first few times, only problem is the lack of dignity. SCP-6353-1: There is nothing undignified about using four limbs. *snort* Who is in charge here? Dr. Kowal: Dr Warner and I are joint heads of the IAU. SCP-6353-1: That is unfortunate. In my experience such partnerships are usually very *snort* tenuous. Dr Warner: I think it works well, we help to balance each other out. We have different specialties. SCP-6353-1: Which of you will be responsible for finding my home? Dr Warner: Well, we won’t personally be carrying out much of the research, we mostly handle administration these days. Dr. Kowal: Ultimately, we share responsibility. Hopefully this arrangement will benefit everyone. Agent Durmaz: It’s key that it does. Remember SCP-6353-1, if your work for us isn’t satisfactory the research stops. SCP-6353-1: I am not a child! *snort*I have made a bargain and I will fulfil it. My kind do not break their oaths. It is your species which constantly lies, *snort* I should be the one to fear betrayal! Dr Warner: Let’s calm down. I’m sure SCP-6353-1 will prove itself to be very valuable. If I may say, the possibilities you open up to us are astounding. SCP-6353-1: *squeak* Which are you: Kowal or Warner? Dr Warner: I am Doctor Warner, this is Doctor Kowal. SCP-6353-1: I look forward to working with you. You may call me by my name rather than your designation. Translated to English, it is Milk Of The Earth, or Milk From The Soil. Dr Kowal: Ha! I’m sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just, back in the sixties I was in a band called Milk Of The Earth. M.O.T.E for short. Dr Warner: I thought your band was called Gaia’s Vandals? Dr Kowal: That was after. M.O.T.E broke up due to some political differences. Half of us became Gaia’s Vandals, the others became The Lunar Pacifists. Agent Horne: Heh, Mote. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Have you been given my work so far? Dr Warner: Yes, yes. Using spectroscopy to match the smells of planets is a very interesting approach, although I think we have equipment a little better than you were using. I can show you if you like? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* Yes, thank you Dr Warner, that is a most kind offer. <END LOG>: Surveillance log: Dr Kowal's office Date: 03/09/2010 <BEGIN LOG>: Dr Kowal: Hello Milk Of The Earth, how can I help you? SCP-6353-1: I would like to complain about… *sniff* you have raspberries. Dr Kowal: You want to complain about me having raspberries? SCP-6353-1: No, no, I just smelled them and it put me off track. Dr Kowal: I grew them myself, would you like some? SCP-6353-1: *squeak* That is very kind of you. I find raspberries to be the silver lining of this dismal planet. Dr Kowal removes a plastic tub of raspberries from her bag, and empties the contents into a bowl, from which SCP-6353-1 begins feeding Dr Kowal: Have as many as you like. Though, I thought you couldn’t smell anymore? SCP-6353-1: My olfactory sense has not been destroyed, though it is greatly diminished. I can sense my immediate surroundings, but no further. *whine* Once I could smell distant stars, now I can barely reach beyond two metres. Dr Kowal: I imagine that must be very difficult for you. Do your people have ways to repair the damage? SCP-6353-1: I believe so, but I have never been interested in medicine. Dr Kowal: Once you’re done, we can go to Dr Warner's office to discuss an idea he's had to- Agent Horne enters the room Agent Horne: Sorry to intrude Dr Kowal, but I need SCP-6353-1. SCP-6353-1: *snort* I am eating. Agent Horne: Eat on your own time Mote. Report immediately to Room 34 for briefing. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Fine. <END LOG>: Surveillance log: Dr Warner's office Date: 04/09/2010 <BEGIN LOG>: Dr Warner: Our best tools for finding your home are space telescopes, but there are relatively few of them because of the cost involved. However, with your help we would be able to get some into space without the need for expensive rocket launches. SCP-6353-01: An interesting idea Dr Warner, but I cannot survive in the vacuum any better than you can. We smell planets with suitable atmospheres and tunnel directly to them. Dr Warner: Ah, yes, I thought about that. I’d like to arrange for us to build you a specialised space suit. That way you and some human personal will be able to make repeat trips with small sections of a telescope and assemble it in space. SCP-6353-01: *squeak* That may work. How long until the space suit and telescope can be deployed? Dr Warner: Oh, well I only just had the idea yesterday. It’ll probably take a few weeks to design the suit, months for the telescope. We might be ready to deploy in a year or two SCP-6353-01: *snort* So long? Dr Warner: I’m sorry Mote, but these things take time. SCP-6353-01: *whine* Dr Warner: Come on, we’re doing the best we can. I know it isn’t everything you would like, but at least we have a chance. SCP-6353-01: Yes, I suppose you are right. *whine* In the meantime, may I make a request? Dr Warner: Of course. SCP-6353-01: I do not care for the *snort* nickname. Please either use my full name, or the official human designation. Dr Warner: Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't realise it bothered you. SCP-6353-01: Well it does. Amongst the Broc I am treated with great respect. This term *snort* “Mote”, is below my dignity. Dr Warner: I promise I won’t use it again. SCP-6353-01: Thank you. Dr Warner: While we’re discussing personal matters, have you or any of your species come into contact with something called a Voruteut?3 Something with vast psychic power, something which eats stars? The Ortothans have- SCP-6353-01: What does it smell like? Dr Warner: Well, uh… I don’t know. SCP-6353-01: Then I cannot help you. Dr Warner: Oh, I guess that makes sense. So you’ve never… SCP-6353-01: Broc do not spend their time fighting or trading with other species. We do not care for the hassle. If something like that threatened us we would simply move away. Dr Warner: Yeah, that figures. Nevermind, I knew it was a long shot. >END LOG< Closing Note: A custom spacesuit for SCP-6353-01 was designed, but not completed before SCP-6353-01’s disappearance. Surveillance log: Site 207 Canteen Date: 14/09/2010 <BEGIN LOG>: SCP-6353-1: *snort* Agent Durmaz, does the Foundation permit its staff to ruin themselves? Agent Durmaz: What do you mean? SCP-6353-1: It seems to me that an organisation such as this would seek to prevent workers from rendering themselves unfit for service. Agent Durmaz: We have very strict procedures in place to protect staff, especially those at high risk from anomalies. Accidents will always happen but we try to minimise them. SCP-6353-1: What if it isn't an accident? If a member of staff was found to be self-harming or abusing heroin, would- Agent Horne: You are not bringing this up again. SCP-6353-1: *squeak* -would you intervene Agent Durmaz? Agent Durmaz: *sigh* In those cases yes, however, some discretion is permitted, for example, smoking cigarettes- SCP-6353-1: She is poisoning herself! If she is too stupid or weak willed to stop then you should make her! Agent Horne: I can smoke if I like! It's no one’s business but mine! Not Durmaz's, not the Foundation's and certainly not yours! Agent Durmaz: Calm down Horne. SCP-6353-1: *snort* It certainly is my business when I'm forced to endure that disgusting stench. Agent Durmaz: SCP-6353-1 that's enough. She can smoke if she likes and I'm not going to stop her. SCP-6353-1: So it's fine for her to pollute herself? My life depends on her actions. If she is too busy coughing up tumours- Agent Durmaz: I said enough! All agents have regular medical checks, if she were not fit for the job she wouldn't have it. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Your fondness for Horne has clouded your judgement. I insist that she be reassigned and a competent replacement brought in. Agent Horne: Fuck you! Agent Durmaz: Horne! Don't rise to the bait. Request denied SCP-6353-1, you are out of line. SCP-6353-1: *growl* SCP-6353-1 digs a portal and uses it to leave the room <END LOG>: Closing Statement: SCP-6353-1 was recovered near Bonnybridge, UK. Whilst surveying the surrounding area five granite slabs in a circular formation were found. The remains of a badger was found buried in the centre. Cause of death judged to be blunt force trauma to the skull. SCP-6353-1 identified this as the badger which damaged its snout. SCP-6353-1 was kept off of active deployment for three days, during which it was restrained in its holding cell. At Agent Durmaz’s request SCP-6353-1 was assigned twice weekly sessions with psychiatrist Dr Pascal. ALH Death Inquest ALH Death Inquest Questioning of SCP-6353-1 Date: 18/11/2010 Interviewed: SCP-6353-1 Interviewer: Agent Pink <BEGIN LOG> Agent Pink: Hello I'm Agent Pink, I am running the Inquest into the death of Agent Horne. We need to go over what happened yesterday. SCP-6353-1: Hello, I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances Agent Pink. Agent Pink: Yes, unfortunately I've have to deal with dozens of cases like this. I'll need to hear your account of the events, we need to understand what went wrong. SCP-6353-1: I have already explained several times. I’m sure you have access to the recordings. Agent Pink: I do, but I also need to hear it first-hand. That's the proceedure; I’m reinterviewing everyone. SCP-6353-1: Very well. I was working with Dr Warner when Agent Durmaz advised I was needed. MTF Beta-777 was preparing for a dangerous mission, I was to be on standby in case they needed an extraction. Agent Pink: And this is something that you have done before? SCP-6353-1: Yes, usually without difficulty. I was given the coordinates of the extraction point and waited. One hour and twenty-three minutes later the call came in and I tunnelled through. Agent Pink: And Agent Horne went with you? SCP-6353-1: Yes, Agent Durmaz had come on the previous mission. They would rotate you see, so it was Agent Horne’s turn to assist me. Agent Pink: What did you think of Agent Horne? SCP-6353-1: There had been some difficulties in the past, we did not enjoy each other socially but we had no problems during assignments. Agent Pink: I’ve seen some documents suggesting you had quite a few arguments with Agent Horne since you joined us. SCP-6353-1: *snort* We had some disagreements, but I believe we were coming to understand each other better. Agent Durmaz had disciplined Agent Horne and I had some useful conversations with Dr Pascal. It is tragic, *whine* we were just beginning to see the possibility of friendship… then the accident happened. Agent Pink: We should talk about the accident. You successfully rendezvoused with MTF Beta-777 ? SCP-6353-1: Yes, the situation was very dangerous and we needed to leave immediately. Some of them were badly injured. I opened the tunnel, the team followed me, and Agent Horne was to follow them. Agent Pink: But Agent Horne did not follow them. SCP-6353-1: No, no she didn’t. Agent Pink: Why didn’t she? SCP-6353-1: I’m afraid I don’t know. *whine* We had practiced the procedure many times and she was always very good at that sort of thing. Agent Pink: I understand the rule was that you were to wait for a signal before closing the tunnel. A signal from Agent Horne. SCP-6353-1: Yes, and I thought she gave that signal. Agent Pink: Thought? SCP-6353-1: It was a difficult environment, there was a lot of noise and smoke. At the time I was sure I heard Agent Horne given the signal. Agent Pink: You seem to have some doubts now. SCP-6353-1: Well, when we got back, Agent Durmaz was quite insistent that the signal wasn’t given. I expect you have the records which will advise either way. Agent Pink: I do. They back up Agent Durmaz. The portal stayed open until the last of MTF Beta-777 entered, then closed. Agent Horne never gave the signal. SCP-6353-1: I see. So the fault is mine. *whine* Agent Pink: Can you explain why you closed the portal early? SCP-6353-1: *whine* I don’t know. I thought I heard the signal. Agent Pink: I’ll need more than that SCP-6353-1. An agent is dead. You abandoned her, left her alone with a dangerous anomaly. We need a reason, and if you ever want out of those restraints it had better be a good one. SCP-6353-1: *whine* I don’t know. I don’t… oh Agent Pink: *sigh* What? SCP-6353-1: Well, it might not be relevant, but I have been forgetting things lately. Agent Pink: Forgetting things? SCP-6353-1: Yes, my memory is perfect, always has been. But the past few weeks I’ve been forgetting what day it was, or what I was doing. Sometimes I get a little confused. I told Doctor Pascal about it. Agent Pink: And you think this played a role yesterday? SCP-6353-1: Maybe. Maybe it’s those drugs you’ve been giving me, when I’m sent on missions and then need to forget about them. Agent Pink: You’re proposing the amnestics caused this? SCP-6353-1: It’s possible. Agent Pink: Your blood was tested yesterday and no trace of amnestics was found. Brain scans showed no sign of damage. SCP-6353-1: But your scans can’t tell why I am smarter than a badger. So perhaps they wouldn’t be able to spot this kind of damage. Agent Pink: That sounds very convenient to me. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Agent Pink: Agent Durmaz thinks you left her behind deliberately. That you hated Agent Horne and wanted to kill her. She says you’re a murderer. SCP-6353-1: She is wrong. *snort* Agent Durmaz is in shock, she needs time to grieve, to come to her senses. They were like sisters you see. I know what it’s like to lose to a sister. <END LOG>: Closing statement: Dr Pascal confirmed SCP-6353-1 had reported memory loss in the past month. Although highly suspicious, it is not possible to prove SCP-6353-1 had malicious intent. SCP-6353-1 is to be confined for thirty days and not permitted on any missions for a further thirty days. No further research into SCP-6353 home planet is to be conducted during this time. The death of Agent Laura Horne is be attributed to SCP-4612-B.4 Agent Durmaz to be given compassionate leave and reassigned. A new team is to be assigned to work with SCP-6353-1. - Agent Elizabeth Pink IAU Co-Directors Meeting Date:20/11/2010 <BEGIN LOG> Dr Kowal: Have you had a chance to read Agent Pink’s report? Dr Warner: *sigh* Yeah. Do you think… Dr Kowal: Maybe. They never got on and SCP-6353-1 has always had a temper. Dr Warner: Yeah, but that doesn’t make it a murderer does it? Fluv used to be just as grumpy. Dr Kowal: I don’t know. How much do we really know about SCP-6353-1? Whenever I talk to it there’s this feeling of… distance. Like it’s holding back. Like it’s trying to play me. Dr Warner: To be fair, that’s to be expected. Put yourself in its shoes; you’re stranded on another planet and imprisoned by aliens, aren’t you going to be wary of trusting them? Dr Kowal: That’s fair. Dr Warner: I feel terrible about Agent Horne, I do, and if there was foul play SCP-6353-1 is the obvious suspect. But everyone makes mistakes, I certainly have. Dr Kowal: So you trust it? Dr Warner: I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m open to the idea that this was an accident. Dr Kowal: I suppose we might all just be looking for someone to blame. Dr Warner: Yeah. Dr Kowal: Or maybe there’s more to this. Maybe we need to look deeper. Dr Warner: Edna… Dr Kowal: Nothing wrong with being cautious is there? Dr Warner: Just… tread lightly with this one, ok? Dr Kowal: Sure Otto. You know me. Dr Warner: Yeah, exactly my point. >END LOG< Recording of Inter-site call: 207 - 91 Date: 23/11/2010 <BEGIN LOG> Dr Kowal: Good morning Agent McCallion. Agent McCallion: Hello Dr Kowal, I'd say good morning but it’s actually evening over here. Dr Kowal: Ah, of course it is. I’ll try not to keep you. Agent McCallion: It’s quite alright. This was about SCP-6353-1 wasn’t it? Dr Kowal: That’s right, just a couple of things from your report I wanted to go over. Agent McCallion: Anything I can do to help. Is it giving you trouble? Dr Kowal: It… it might be nothing, but I need to be sure. There were some stones found at SCP-6353-1's sett. Agent McCallion: Aye, nothing unusual about them, except the variety I suppose. Our geologist said they were all terrestrial, nothing anomalous. Dr Kowal: Did SCP-6353-1 explain them? Agent McCallion: Said it was just a hobby, that it picked up stones wherever it went, mementos I guess. Dr Kowal: Hmm… Agent McCallion: I haven’t missed something here have I? Dr Kowal: No, no Agent McCallion, that all seems normal enough. I’m just wondering why SCP-6353-1 hasn’t done the same since we picked it up. We’ve allowed it personal affects, but it hasn’t brought any stones here to Site 207. Agent McCallion: …okay… Dr Kowal: I also wanted to ask you about the badger corpse you found. Agent McCallion: Right, SCP-6353-1 identified that as the, um, Earth badger which injured its nose. Apparently SCP-6353-1 thought it was intelligent and tried to communicate, and the badger attacked. The vet said the wounds corresponded with being inflicted by a badger. Dr Kowal: Isn’t it odd though, for badgers to fight to the death like that? Not that I’m an expert. Agent McCallion: Yeah, the vet did mention that, maybe the Broc take things more seriously. Dr Kowal: Hmm, maybe. One last question: what did you make of Professor Tanaka’s belief that there might be more SCP-6353 on Earth? Agent McCallion: It was a concern, with their abilities they could come and go at their leisure and avoid detection. We've put out a notice for increased vigilance and are harvesting data from all known civilian badger watchers. We’ve also invested in a widespread program of tagging badgers under the guise of conservation. No unusual behaviour or significant changes in population have been noticed. Dr Kowal: So you don’t put any credence in Tanaka’s claim? Agent McCallion: Maybe if he’d actually seen another one, or heard SCP-6353-1 communicating with one. But you’ve got to take Tanaka’s condition into account, he was in a stressful situation, could have imagined it, or misheard. Dr Kowal: Yes, yes you’re quite right. Ok then. Agent McCallion: If there’s anything else you need just let me know. Dr Kowal: Could you have all the materials shipped over to Site 207? The computers, the stones, the badger. Agent McCallion: Of course, I’ll see to it in the morning. Dr Kowal: I don’t want to be a pain, but could you get started today? Agent McCallion: Yes, sorry, right away. >END LOG< Surveillance log: SCP-6353-1's holding cell Date: 26/11/2010 <BEGIN LOG> Dr Kowal: Hello Milk Of The Earth, how are you? SCP-6353-1: *snort* I am falsely imprisoned Dr Kowal, which is not conducive to a good temperament. Dr Kowal: I know, I'm very sorry things have turned out this way. But it won't be for long. SCP-6353-1: I find this situation to be a farce. If I am believed guilty I should be punished, that is right. *snort* If I am believed innocent I should be free. Agent Pink's recommendations make no sense. Dr Kowal: I've been working for the Foundation for decades, and a lot of its decisions still leave me confused. SCP-6353-1: I believe this may have been deliberately orchestrated. *snort* An attempt to make me timid and afraid. You want me meek and grateful, happily transporting your troops. *snort* All the while you impede my work, stalling and delaying, preventing me from ever returning home. Perhaps you have already found it and withhold the fact so that you can retain me as a beast of burden. Dr Kowal: It wouldn't surprise me, the Foundation has done far worse. But I'm not involved in anything like that, at least not knowingly. Dr Warner and I have been sincerely trying to help you. SCP-6353-1: I have been sincere, you see the results. *snort* I have answered every question put to me, performed every task given to me- Dr Kowal: Speaking of questions, there are some I'd like to ask. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Must I explain Agent Horne's death once again? Dr Kowal: No, it isn't about that. It's about these. Dr Kowal removes a plastic tub from her bag. The tub contains the stones found in SCP-6353-1's sett. SCP-6353-1: Rocks? Dr Kowal: Yes, your rocks. They were found in your sett in Scotland, do you recognise them? Dr Kowal empties the stones onto a table and spreads them out. SCP-6353-1: *squeak* They are just stones, I took a fancy to them as I explored your planet. Dr Kowal: I see, so there isn't anything special about them? SCP-6353-1: Nothing particular, I liked the way they felt. Without smell I tried to make more use of my other senses. Dr Kowal: So you started collecting them after your snout was damaged? SCP-6353-1: Yes, does it matter? Dr Kowal: It matters a great deal SCP-6353-1. Dr Kowal exits the room and returns pushing a cart. On the cart are the remains of a dead badger. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Have you lost your mind? Why are you bringing that in here? Dr Kowal: I thought I should organise a reunion. You identified it as the Earth badger which damaged your nose. SCP-6353-1: I killed it in self defence! *snort* Dr Kowal: Maybe. But there's something about your story that doesn't add up. You see this? Dr Kowal lifts a blue stone from the table Dr Kowal: This is Azurite. A fairly soft stone, found in North America, Africa, Australia… but not in Scotland. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: So, Mote, why did we find traces of Azurite on this badgers corpse? SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: You didn't find this stone before you killed this badger, you had it the whole time. This Azurite didn't come from Earth, and neither did this badger! SCP-6353-1: *snort* You don't know what you're talking about! Dr Kowal: You killed a member of your own kind, didn't you? SCP-6353-1: No! Dr Kowal: One of the astronomers heard you say "WE should never have come here". SCP-6353-1: That means nothing! Dr Kowal: It was your sister wasn't it? SCP-6353-1: How…? No! Dr Kowal shows SCP-6353-1 a photograph Dr Kowal: This is a pattern of stones which sat above the grave, looks like a lot of effort to memorialise some “unthinking brute”. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: You killed your own sister. Why did you do it? Did she damage your sensitive ego? Did she refuse to flatter you? To coddle you? Is that all it takes for you to murder your own family? SCP-6353-1: She was the proud one! *snort* She thought she was better than everyone! She was going to steal the glory like she always did! For once I wanted the fame, the prestige, the honour! Just once! *snort* But she would never let that happen. Dr Kowal: So while you were alone, far beyond the reach of your people, you smashed her skull. SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: And Agent Horne? SCP-6353-1: *growl* Dr Kowal: Did you kill Agent Horne! SCP-6353-1: No. Dr Kowal: I don't believe you. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Tough. Dr Kowal: What about this then? This was the only piece of evidence against you, you could have dropped it in the ocean, but instead you kept it close. Why? SCP-6353-1: *snort* I'm sentimental. Dr Kowal: I'm told this is an unusually fragile piece of Azurite. Is that deliberate? What would happen if I- SCP-6353-1: Don't! Dr Kowal: Then tell me what is it! SCP-6353-1: It is a weapon, break it and we will all die! Dr Kowal: Bullshit. Tell me the truth or I smash it right now! SCP-6353-1: *snort* It is an emergency signal. To my people. Dr Kowal: That seem more likely. So you kept it for emergencies, but tried to get home without it, because… because you didn't want them to find out what you did to her. SCP-6353-1: *snort* Yes. Dr Kowal: Good. Now tell me the truth about Agent Horne or I break it. SCP-6353-1: *snort* I didn't kill her! Dr Kowal: …liar. Dr Kowal throws the stone to the floor and crushes it with her foot. SCP-6353-1: No! You stupid ape! You old fool! Dr Kowal: Oops SCP-6353-1: Let me out of here! Let me out now! A black void appears across the floor of the cell into which Dr Kowal and SCP-6353-1 fall. Most of the equipment in the cell including the badger corpse also fall into the portal before it closes. >END LOG< Site 207 Security Breach Date 02/12/2020 At 13.34 alarms sound as monitors detect three entities in SCP-6353-1’s cell. The entities appear to be Eurasian Badgers, designated SCP-6353-3, SCP-6353-4 and SCP-6353-5. Security personnel enter the cell at which point SCP-6353-3 demands to speak with Dr Otto Warner. >BEGIN LOG< Dr Warner: Hello, I’m Dr Warner. SCP-6353-3: Greetings, I am Wind In The Grass, emissary of The Broc. *snort* I warn you as I warned your fellows; any attempt to harm me shall be taken as an act of war. Dr Warner: We just have to take precautions, I'm sure you understand. SCP-6353-3: I do. Dr Warner: Where is Dr Kowal? SCP-6353-3: She is with The Broc, she is unharmed for now, but needed for the trial. Questions must be answered. Dr Warner: What trial? SCP-6353-3: There is a dispute, we must determine the truth. Tooth Of The Water is dead. Milk Of The Earth claims that humans are responsible, that you kept her as a slaveafter killing her sister. *snort* Dr Edna Kowal claims Milk Of The Earth murdered her own kin. The evidence is not clear. Dr Edna Kowal claimed there is proof here, that you can provide a file called SCP-6353, which will validate her. Dr Warner: Yes, yes it will. Can you wait here a few minutes? Agent Lee: Sir! Are you sure you want to hand over Foundation files? Dr Warner: It's that or risk an interstellar war! Besides, it's one file, I’m hardly giving away the farm. Dr Warner leaves the room and returns with a USB drive Dr Warner: Everything you need is on there. SCP-6353-3: *squeak* Thank you for your cooperation. If what you say is correct, Dr Edna Kowal will be returned to you. Dr Warner: When? SCP-6353-3: Soon. She asked me to deliver a personal message for you Dr Warner. Dr Warner: Yes? SCP-6353-3: "Water my garden." SCP-6353-3, SCP-6353-4 and SCP-6353-5 create portals and disappear Dr Warner: Thank god. >END LOG< - ERROR - INCORRECT INPUT - ERROR - UNKNOWN USER - ERROR - UNAUTHORISED ACCESS - - OVERRIDE ACCEPTED - USER "WIND IN THE GRASS" LOGIN SUCCESSFUL - Listen and understand. This file is seen by The Gathered and judgment is made. Humans cannot be trusted, their words are often false, but the same can be true of The Broc. In this case it is agreed that Milk Of The Earth is a liar and a murderer. At the dawn of her greatest discovery, our beloved Tooth Of The Water was betrayed by her own blood. Her body is given the honours of a champion and her memory is celebrated at each Feast Of Heroes. The murderer is punished by The Way Of The Third Angel. These events bring shame to us, but must not be forgotten. Doctor Edna Kowal is returned to her people with the gratitude of The Broc and charged with delivering our message to Humanity: "We wish no quarrel with mankind, the planet Earth is yours and you may keep it. Yet you must not be reckless. Though far removed they may be, the Badgers of your world are likely our own kin. We reserve the right to study our past and it is our responsibility to ensure the protection of our distant relations. Should these interests be threatened, The Broc are entitled to intervene." These are the words of Wind In The Grass, First Ambassador of the Crossroads. Listen and understand. Footnotes 1. Meles Meles 2. Interstellar Anomalies Unit 3. SCP-6240 4. SCP-4612 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6353" by Woolen Eyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6353. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6354 | safe | Item#: 6354 Level1 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Personnel stationed at Site-56 are to be made aware of SCP-6354 before 06/30 of a given year. Rooms C114 and B106 are to be used for storage. Description: SCP-6354 is an intangible humanoid entity resembling the late Dr. Maya Warren. It manifests annually at Thaumaturgical Research Site-56 and carries out the actions taken by Dr. Warren on 06/30/2015. It can be interacted with to a limited degree, given these interactions do not interfere with its routine. Upon exiting the building, it will demanifest. Addendum 6354-01: A list of the actions taken by SCP-6354. 07:02 SCP-6354 manifests at the front entrance of Site-56 and walks towards Hallway C. 07:14 SCP-6354 arrives at room C114 and sits down. It proceeds to mimic typing. 08:05 SCP-6354 walks towards room B106 and executes an undetermined series of actions. 12:33 SCP-6354 enters the site cafeteria and eats quickly. 12:46 SCP-6354 enters the break room and produces a cellphone from its pocket. It smiles and carries out the motions of text messaging. 13:10 SCP-6354 returns to room B106. 17:31 SCP-6354 approaches the front entrance of Site-56 and demanifests. Addendum 6354-02: Text messages between Dr. Warren and Dr. Phoebe Cook. 06/26/2015 18:04 Dr. Warren: Phoebe Dr. Warren: Phoebe did you hear? Dr. Cook: ? Dr. Warren: Supreme Court Declares Same-Sex Marriage Legal in All 50 States Dr. Cook: yay! Dr. Warren: We should do something to celebrate Dr. Cook: i'm busy over the weekend Dr. Warren: Maybe Tuesday? Dr. Cook: sure Dr. Cook: let's figure something out later 06/27/2015 16:23 Dr. Cook: seal Dr. Warren: Seals Dr. Warren: Where is that? Dr. Cook: somewhere in California Dr. Warren: Cool! 06/29/2015 06:31 Dr. Warren: Let me know when you get here Dr. Cook: 30 minutes 06/29/2015 06:59 Dr. Cook: here Dr. Warren: 👍 Dr. Warren: Meet me in C120 06/30/2015 12:30 Dr. Cook: wyd 06/30/2015 12:46 Dr. Warren: On break Dr. Warren: Excited for tonight! Dr. Cook: i have something for you Dr. Warren: I'll have to pick it up later Dr. Cook: <3 06/30/2015 14:21 Dr. Cook: have to work late tonight Dr. Cook: i'll meet you there 06/30/2015 17:40 Dr. Warren: Got it 06/30/2015 18:45 Dr. Cook: where are you Dr. Cook: you can't hide from me Dr. Cook: Maya Dr. Cook: are you ok Dr. Cook: Maya Dr. Cook: Maya please Dr. Warren passed away in a fatal car accident on 06/30/2015 and was found by Dr. Cook. Initial investigation of the area revealed evidence of a thaumaturgical ritual, and an investigation is currently in place. Addendum 6354-03: A transcription of security camera footage displaying the end of a manifestation event. [BEGIN LOG, 06/30/2018 17:32] [SCP-6354 approaches the front entrance of Site-56. Dr. Cook runs towards SCP-6354.] Dr. Cook: Wait! Stop! [SCP-6354 stops and turns its head.] Dr. Cook: Can't you stay this time? Just… for a bit. SCP-6354: For a bit. I can't stay forever. [Cook attempts to grab SCP-6354's hand; however, her hand passes through.] Dr. Cook: Why do you keep coming back? SCP-6354: I… don't know. Dr. Cook: I'm so sorry. If I had just- SCP-6354: This isn't your fault. We all go eventually. Dr. Cook: No, it wasn't your time! If I had gone with you, you would… SCP-6354: It's okay. Dr. Cook: I never got to say goodbye. I never… [Dr. Cook opens her left hand to reveal a ring in her palm.] [A pause.] SCP-6354: I'm… sorry. [SCP-6354 turns towards the doors.] Dr. Cook: No, please, don't leave! Not yet! SCP-6354: I love you, Phoebe. [SCP-6354 approaches the doors and disappears.] [END LOG, 17:34] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6354" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6354. Licensed under CC-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: seal Author: NebulousStar License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-6355 | thaumiel | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains financial and psychological abuse, implications of suicide, extreme antisemitism, and harm to children. ⚠️ content warning CLASSIFIED BY THE FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT If you have accessed this document without FSD authorization, shut down your terminal and remain where you are. We know how to find you. Threat Level: Yellow SCP-6355 (bottom center-right.) Special Containment Procedures: Per its contract, SCP-6355 is entitled to an annual wage of £25.000 before taxes. It is further entitled to a personalized healthcare package, tailored to its unique physiology and exclusively to be employed at Foundation clinics. SCP-6355's containment cell has been moved to the edge of the GBENWM-Site-02 Containment Wing, and is retrofitted with the amenities appropriate for an employee of its station. Twice per day, SCP-6355 is permitted to occupy the body of a coworker as they take their meals; to this end, at least three employees of the Fire Suppression Department must be on kosher meal plans at any one time. Further benefits have been provided to SCP-6355: SCP-6355 may make purchase requests, either for its cell, its media library, or as gifts. On Friday nights, SCP-6355 is permitted to occupy the body of brain-dead personnel to attend worship services. Once per month, SCP-6355 is permitted to travel to a city within 200 km, provided it occupies a member of, and allows itself to be escorted by, Mobile Task Force Sigma-25 ("Ghostbusters") reserve personnel. SCP-6355's use of its anomalous abilities in the process of work will not be counted as breaches of containment. Should SCP-6355 leave its position with the Fire Suppression Department, see Document 6355-Q for secondary containment procedures. Description: SCP-6355 is an abnormal instance of Spectral Entity Of Interest-040 ("Mazzikim"), i.e. an invisible, non-sentient spirit associated with deleterious spectral activity. Unlike baseline instances, SCP-6355 is uniquely sapient and self-directed, irrespective of background Malakhic Radiation. SCP-6355 identifies itself as a remnant of "Avigail", a Jewish resident of late 12th-century York. Previously, SCP-6355 resided within Beth Ahm Yisrael, a Conservative Jewish synagogue1. SCP-6355 is capable of inducing physical, mental, and spiritual distress upon sapient subjects. This form of malicious behavior is typical of Mazzikim; however, SCP-6355's sapience allows it far greater control over its ministrations. At present, SCP-6355 is employed with the Fire Suppression Department. ► ENCOUNTER-6355-A ▼ ACCESS GRANTED ENCOUNTER-6355-A DATE: 24/01/2000 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] MTF-Σ25 and Researcher Cunningham enter Site-6355-A through the north synagogue entryway. The group proceed down the nave, and begin setting up their equipment in the chancel. Footage begins to distort. MTF-Σ25-01 through MTF-Σ25-04 slow their work, and become fixated on their own bodies. Gradually, all MTF members begin frantically brushing, waving, and scratching at their uniforms. Researcher Cunningham only stares at their hand. Command: Report. Captain, report. MTF-Σ25-01|Watts: Bugs. There are- (static, frantic scratching over coms) bugs in our suits, Command! Command: Ground yourself, Captain. Feed shows no "bugs" anywhere. Listen to me, you're perfectly- Feed is interrupted by static. Once re-established, feed shows MTF-Σ25 and Researcher Cunningham covered in welts, blisters, and dark bruises. MTF-Σ25-03 begins to shake. Researcher Cunningham: Fascinating. MTF-Σ25-01|Watts: Command, equipment says this is an SEI Mazzikin. We should not be here without a ritual chalice… Command: Negative, Captain. A Mazzikin would have immediately- Unknown Voice: (From all directions) HERETICS. BUTCHERS. SUFFER AS I HAVE SUFFERED. FLEE IN THE MERCY I WAS NEVER SHOWN. MTF-Σ25-01|Watts: Command, subject is sentient. Repeat, this is a sentient Mazzikin. We're retreating. Move out - I said move out, now! MTF-Σ25 and Researcher Cunningham quickly evacuate Site-6355-A. Cunningham pauses briefly in the main atrium, looking back. The figure of a young girl is seen hovering over the Altar. Researcher Cunningham: Yes. I think this will do. [END LOG] ADDENDUM-6355-001 Following this interaction, Researcher Cunningham drafted a project proposal to the Fire Suppression Department to communicate, and headhunt SCP-6355. This proposal was accepted, pending SCP-6355's compliance. ► INTERVIEW-6355-A ▼ ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW-6355-A DATE: 27/01/2000 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] Video begins. The blood of a properly slaughtered sheep is poured into a silver chalice, and a Malakhic Entity is called to occupy it. Shortly thereafter, a drop of pig's blood is mixed into the chalice, rendering it ritually unclean; the resulting Akiva vacuum forces SCP-6355 to occupy its place. SCP-6355: You insult me. Cunningham: I'm sorry, Avigail. Truly. We had to ensure our own safety. SCP-6355: Ridiculous notion. There's terror to be had. G-d willing, there's terror to be had. Cunningham: You don't think you've spread enough already, Avigail? SCP-6355: I don't. You don't talk quite like them. Your skin's darker. Bet they did to your kind what they did to me. Still, you're with them. You'd set fire to the tower all the same. Researcher Cunningham nods, remaining silent for several seconds while they write something in their notebook. Cunningham: (…) So, how does it make you feel? SCP-6355: Don't feel anything. Burnt off. Cunningham: Not literally, Avigail. When you terrorize a human, be it sickness, madness… any kind of mortal terror, what goes on in your mind? You do have a mind, no? SCP-6355: I. SCP-6355 pauses, and remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Good. Feels good. Feels right. "Hashem yikkom damam", I believe they call it. Cunningham: Excellent. Researcher Cunningham nods, and jots something into their notebook. Cunningham: So, what if I told you that your terror isn't as much of a problem as the last two weeks might have lead you to believe? SCP-6355's vessel rattles. SCP-6355: Should've known. Should've known. They were lambs. You want this too. Cunningham: I suppose I do, Avigail; If you'll oblige. SCP-6355 remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Tell me what. [END LOG] DOCUMENT-FSD-6355-01 FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 1 | Next > SUBJECT: Researcher Darcy Badakar HAZARD: Subject suffering from nightmares following recent containment breach, has indicated a subsequent willingness to leave Foundation service to her psychiatrist. PROPOSAL: Allow SCP-6355 to possess Researcher Badakar in her sleep. Replace nightmares with mundane visions. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Archivist Mariam Mikhail HAZARD: Subject takes inefficiently long lunch breaks. PROPOSAL: Have SCP-6355 induce a mild nausea in Archivist Mikhail when necessary. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Dr. Yaashika Ellis HAZARD: While subject presently poses no issue to Foundation operations, she has been caught researching content related to the Industrial Workers of the World on her personal devices. PROPOSAL: Direct SCP-6355 to interfere with her personal research, creating time-consuming mistakes for the subject to correct. RESULT: FAILURE OBSERVATION: Subject has begun paying dues to the IWW. Site-02 staff are to be monitored for further organization attempts. FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 3 | Next > SUBJECT: Chaplain Amiram Shiloh HAZARD: Subject appears to be undergoing a crisis of faith. PROPOSAL: Call upon Chaplain Shiloh to exorcise SCP-6355 from Agent Carver. Reward subject considerably for his work. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Senior Researcher Elio Bucak HAZARD: Subject found to be organizing a union petition for Site-02; his experience with containing SCP-9A6 renders him irreplaceable. PROPOSAL: Train SCP-6355 on impersonating the voices of Researcher Bucak's coworkers. When in the presence of coworkers, direct it to whisper sections from Document-S02-Bucak to the subject. Monitor, and encourage dissent within the group. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Researcher Julia Kahn HAZARD: Subject found to be gradually packing her belongings into her personal vehicle. PROPOSAL: Direct SCP-6355 to tamper with the wiring of the subject's vehicle, followed by household electrical failures and minor physical accidents. Intercept at next psychiatric evaluation. RESULT: SUCCESS ADDENDUM-6355-037 On February 28th, 2000, the revised SCP-6355 employment project was approved by the Fire Suppression Department, and subsequently enacted throughout Site-02. A review of the first three weeks indicated that SCP-6355's efficacy had surpassed that of the previous system by a considerable amount: transfer and resignation requests were withdrawn 23% faster, and employee disobedience was reduced by as much as 37%. ► INTERVIEW-6355-D ▼ ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW-6355-D DATE: 22/03/2000 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] Summoning ritual is performed. SCP-6355 remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Interesting work. Cunningham: Ah, so you enjoy it. SCP-6355: Makes me think. Haven't thought in ages. Just fire, waiting to hurt something. Feel… useful. Cunningham: That's good to hear, Avigail. Truly. You're doing excellent work. Director Cunningham rights their papers. Cunningham: Are you satisfied with your new accommodations? SCP-6355: No. Want my body back. Rest, maybe. Feels… weird, like this. Director Cunningham nods, and remains silent for several seconds. Director Cunningham: How would you feel about someone else's body? SCP-6355: I… want my own. Director Cunningham: In the interim, though. Unused bodies are somewhat difficult to procure. We'll see what we can do. For now, keep up the good work. SCP-6355: See what I can do. [END LOG] NOTES: Containment permissions have been updated. DOCUMENT-FSD-6355-02 FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 14 | Next > SUBJECT: Agent Ozioma Jelanie HAZARD: Subject has developed a habit of oversleeping. PROPOSAL: Induce nightmares in subject through SCP-6355. Begin with mundane night terrors, then escalate until subject adheres to a proper schedule. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: D-5952 HAZARD: Subject exhibits unwillingness to accept post-sentencing employment offer. PROPOSAL: Offer insurance coverage for Mycoxonadryl following severe infection by SCP-6355. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Technician Musa Nkosi HAZARD: Subject is frustrated by recent pay cuts, and has been posting to various employment sites. PROPOSAL: Induce extreme anxiety through SCP-6355 during future posting. Intercept all job offers, and edit to include reduced pay and intrusive personal questioning. RESULT: SUCCESS FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 38 | Next > SUBJECT: Technician Larry Vischer HAZARD: Director Rushdoony believes the subject's wife is encouraging him to reduce his workload. PROPOSAL: Induce delusions in Mrs. Vischer through SCP-6355, and embed agent in neighborhood to recognize said delusions. Have local authorities commit Mrs. Vischer for her own safety. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Dr. Darryl Loyd HAZARD: Subject has submitted his 6th letter of resignation. PROPOSAL: Distort subject's perception to keep him from physically leaving Site-02. Erase all evidence of resignation attempts. Dismiss subject's experiences as delusions. RESULT: FAILURE OBSERVATION: Nets should be installed along the edges of Site-02 Facility-C. SUBJECT: Agent Mansour Noori HAZARD: Subject successfully defected to an independent ORIA cell. PROPOSAL: MTF-σ25 set to re-contain SCP-6355 and Agent Noori. Obfuscate the deaths of his cellmates through conventional means. RESULT: SUCCESS FUNCTIONS TESTING < Previous | Page 87 | Next > SUBJECT: Janitor Jason Woods HAZARD: A workplace accident has damaged nerves in the subject's left leg, causing them "extreme" pain. Subject looking for a less physically-intensive position. PROPOSAL: Insufficiently treat SCP-6355-induced gangrene. Amputate leg; replace with company prosthesis. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: Dr. Rivka Yarkoni HAZARD: Subject considering leaving the Foundation to work in an above-veil clinic, wishes to spend more time with her daughters. PROPOSAL: Transfer remaining clinicians to separate projects. Train Dr. Yarkoni in treating Mazzikinian Parafungal Encephalopathy, then assign her to the treatment of juvenile female patients. Escalate patient symptoms whenever Dr. Yarkoni expresses a desire to leave. RESULT: SUCCESS SUBJECT: SCP-6355 HAZARD: Subject no longer wishes to work for the Foundation. PROPOSAL: [The Fire Suppression Department has convened to discuss further action.] RESULT: PENDING ► INTERVIEW-6355-H ▼ ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW-6355-D DATE: 25/10/2005 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6355: My body. Cunningham: Hm? What about it, Avigail? SCP-6355: I want my body. A body. Out. I want my body, and I want to leave. You promised. Cunningham: I assure you, we're working on it. Truly. Please, be patient. SCP-6355: Liar. False witness. Traitor. Bearing the weight of your sins. Have decency, Cunningham. Cunningham: Do you feel guilty, Avigail? SCP-6355: It weighs on me. I don't have a body. 173 bones in your body, you can stand up. I have no bones, Cunningham. I feel every sin. Cunningham: You've performed admirably, Avigail. I don't see why— SCP-6355: Spineless fucking coward! Video footage begins to distort. SCP-6355: Have you cried for the Temple? Have you mourned the countless dead? Have you begged anyone to forgive you? How I'd love to be able to drop to hands and knees, beg forgiveness for the excess vengeance I've extracted on your part! Give me this! Let it not be in vain! Video footage is consumed by static, before gradually returning to normal. Both remain silent in the interim. Site Director Cunningham clears their throat. Cunningham: This is very upsetting behavior, 6355. You've been an exemplary asset to this department up until now, and I think we continue to do good work. Truly. Now, are you going to comply? SCP-6355: No. Site Director Cunningham nods. Cunningham: Very well. [END LOG] NOTES: Containment procedures have been updated. SUBJECT: SCP-6355 HAZARD: SCP-6355 no longer wishes to work for the Foundation. PROPOSAL: Engage secondary containment procedures. RESULT: SUCCESS ADDENDUM-6355-031: DOCUMENT-6355-Q Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6355 is to be sealed within a 2x1m fire-proof casket, kept inside a live incinerator at all times. The Foundation Department of Cremation Services has been instructed to inscribe a Gematrian binding to all cadavers slated for incineration, and ensure SCP-6355 is forcibly possessing said corpse prior to burning. A two-way speaker has been installed within SCP-6355's casket, connected directly to the Department of Fire Suppression. Footnotes 1. Hereafter purchased by the Foundation, and known as Site-6355-A. 2. Blood supply exhausted for domestic sheep (extinct). ► INTERVIEW-6355-SF ▼ ACCESS GRANTED INTERVIEW-6355-ZN DATE: 28/02/2080 SUBJECT: SCP-6355 [BEGIN LOG] Video begins. The blood of a properly slaughtered, prion-free stag2 is poured into a silver chalice, and a Malakhic Entity is called to occupy it. Shortly thereafter, a drop of pig's blood is mixed into the chalice, rendering it ritually unclean; the resulting Akiva vacuum forces SCP-6355 to occupy its place. Cunningham: Hello, SCP-6355. SCP-6355 remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Hi. Cunningham: How's work? SCP-6355 remains inert for several seconds. SCP-6355: Fine. Cunningham: That's good to hear, 6355. Truly. Controller Cunningham looks down at their papers, righting them, then continues. Cunningham: Congratulations on your 80th year with the Fire Suppression Department. You've done some excellent work. Truly. Now, we've been- SCP-6355: Can I stop? Cunningham: Working on- Hm? SCP-6355: Can I just… stop? I'm ancient, not stupid. This isn't efficient, or rational, or right with Him. I know I'm never getting my body back, so… how much longer do I have to do this? When can I stop? Both remain silent for several seconds. Cunningham: We've been working on a new slate of tasks for you, 6355. You'll find your instructions in the usual- SCP-6355: I don't want to do this anymore. I want to stop. The Controller pauses, aligning a pencil on their desk. Cunningham: So you'd like to go back into the fire, then. SCP-6355: No. No. Cunningham: Do you want to go back into the fire? SCP-6355: No. No, I— Cunningham: Because if you don't want to work anymore, 6355, I'll have to send you back into the fire. Is that what you want? SCP-6355 is inert for a moment, then begins shaking. Spectral dimensions reduce 28.6%. A soft moaning, and quiet sobbing persists for two minutes. The Controller organizes their stack of files. Cunningham: Are you ready to get back to work, 6355? SCP-6355: (quietly, while sobbing) Bring me back to the tower… give me to Sheol… Cunningham: Answer me, 6355. Are you ready to get back to work? 3 seconds of silence. SCP-6355: Y-… yes. I am. Cunningham: Good. I'm very glad to hear that. Controller Cunningham reaches over, and places a green stamp on the corner of the topmost document. Cunningham: Truly. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6355" by UraniumEmpire, T Rutherford, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6355. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6356 | euclid | close Info X 'Cause I've grown tired of this body A cumbersome and heavy body I've grown tired of this body Fall apart without me body ( Body - Mother Mother ) SCP-6356 - Take my Body Away From Me, Not Like I Need it Anymore. Image Troutmaskreplica's author page SCP-6356's place of discovery. Item #: SCP-6356 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6356 is contained in a standard Bio-hazard containment cell at Site-315. Maintenance activities, involving three D-Class personnel in hazmat suits, are scheduled biweekly for cleaning purposes. Description: SCP-6356 is a large, vaguely spherical amalgamation of organs, bones, and flesh approximately 3 meters in height. SCP-6356 appears to be sentient, frequently moaning in apparent pain. SCP-6356's only discernible, fully functioning organ is a phallus. SCP-6356 occasionally speaks through unknown means in a masculine voice, often followed by sobbing. It appears to not respond to outside stimuli. While communicating, SCP-6356 exudes a thick fluid composed out of blood and semen. SCP-6356 was originally discovered in the personal room of ███ Greenfield, currently aged 25.1 She reported it appearing within her closet, sobbing and covering her clothing in a variety of bodily fluids. Since initial containment, SCP-6356 has been repeating only the following line, interjected with sobbing: I won't ever be her. I'm sorry. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-7921 (+40) • SCP-5796 (+101) • SCP-7973 (+68) • SCP-6289 (+121) • SCP-8990 (+23) • SCP-7345 (+126) • SCP-1305 (+78) • SCP-6862 (+76) • SCP-8762 (+34) • SCP-7155 (+58) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-6294 (+40) • SCP-5315 (+41) • SCP-8420 (+77) • Tales/GoI Formats Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • VILE (+38) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • Freefall (+26) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • scatterbrained. (+49) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • The Son You Love (+50) • in her arms, (+35) • Other Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • A timely death. (+19) • Footnotes 1. SCP-6356 is genetically identical to Greenfield. The implications of this are currently under review. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6356" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6356. Licensed under CC-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: herhouse.jpg Name: A rural house - geograph.org.uk - 5788166.jpg Author: N Chadwick License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6357 | esoteric-class | Dr Lerche The Assimilator Hello readers, This is my first ever SCP article on the site and was sent as a 6kon entry, and what a wild ride it was. It's also the first of my stuff to reach 100+ rating, therefore it has a very special place in my heart. Special thanks to everyone who upvoted this and the absolute legends who brought it back from the brink of deletions. I am truly grateful. Be sure to check out the discussions tab for more info and author commentary. I do hope you enjoy this. If you do, please do consider an upvote, and maybe nice little comment. Will make my day. If there are any technical or SPaG issues, please do tell me in the discussions tab. I will try my very best to fix them. If you would like to see more of my works, visit my authorpage: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/lerche-s-merchant-shop-inn Have a great day. Item#: 6357 Level5 Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo The aftermath of SCP-6357 feeding. Containment Procedures: SCP-6357 is contained in a high-strength humanoid containment chamber. The entrance to the containment chamber consists of a BSL-41 hermetically sealed airlock and biological decontamination chamber. Personnel are to inspect the containment chamber regularly for signs of damage or leaks in the airlock seals. SCP-6357 is not allowed direct contact with living organisms. Standard human meals are to be provided to SCP-6357 four times a day with nutrition supplements prescribed by an on-site nutritionist, however once a week a fresh large animal carcass is to be provided. Revised Containment Procedures -25/6/2019 SCP-6357 is currently uncontained and its exact location unknown. Foundation affiliates in the healthcare and biomedical fields are to propagate and later maintain the paradigm that advancements in medical science will lead to the increase of life and health spans, as well as immunity of humanity, in the future. A large-scale disinformation campaign will be carried out to reinforce mainstream awareness of this paradigm. Field operatives are to investigate incidents of attacks on livestock and witness accounts of SCP-6357 to determine its location. These cases are to be attributed to other causes and footage is to be confiscated or declared as hoaxes, and amnestics provided to the witnesses. Standard biohazard procedures are to be used when dealing with SCP-6357-1A. Destruction of the material is advised. If encountered, personnel are ordered to avoid all contact with SCP-6357 and report its location. The Narendran test will be implemented in the blood test as part of Foundation mandatory pre-employment screening. Description: SCP-6357 is a shape-shifting entity consisting of cells similar to normal animal cells, with little to no presence of senescence2; and enhanced regenerative properties. The entity is also immune to all known diseases. These traits come at the cost of SCP-6357 needing a disproportionately high level of sustenance compared to the size of its form. SCP-6357 can obtain sustenance through the consumption of prepared food, but also has a tendency to hunt and scavenge when food is not available. SCP-6357 will deviate from its form to become a red mist-like mass to hunt or scavenge. In this form, SCP-6357 can pass through any barrier with openings or pores more than 1μm in diameter. Once the mass is in contact with the prey, it encompasses the body and strips organic tissue and nutrients from the host leaving behind only a husk of bone and hair. The entity has also been witnessed producing tendrils to aid in the feeding process. This can be done to multiple prey simultaneously. Once sated, SCP-6357 reverts to its original form. Addendum 1: Discovery The Foundation had been alerted to anomalous activity in South Asia3 through the Anomalous Signature Recognition Program (A.S.R.P) in 1995. Multiple livestock killings, as well as body-snatching4 incidents in burial grounds and mortuaries throughout the region, were reported. The skeletons and hair were the only remains recovered in all cases. Witnesses of incidents in rural areas have described a red mist similar to an insect swarm approaching the animals before disappearing from the scene after some time. Based on the widespread yet endemic nature of and the time frame between the cases, the entity appears to live a nomadic lifestyle. In 2007, reports of anomalous activity in North Korea were brought to the Foundation's attention, providing significant insight into the origin and behavior of SCP-6357. These reports described a large canid creature, dubbed the Hellhound, attacking Korean People's Army troops in forest regions. MTF Eta-3 "Night Phantoms" were deployed in response. While investigating these reports, Eta-3 narrowed down SCP-6357's location to the forests of North Hamgyong, before it evaded capture. At the scene of their last encounter with SCP-6357, a tattered dog collar was left behind and later identified as one used for Military Working Dogs of the K.P.A. Later, Eta-6 learned of an ongoing manhunt for two dog handlers who had supposedly deserted. Upon deliberation by MTF headquarters, Eta-3 was ordered to locate these deserters before the North Korean Government could. On 6/2/2007, the two soldiers were located in a small village and taken into custody. The following is the interrogation of the men at a Foundation safe house: Interviewed: [Detainee A and B, names withheld] Interviewer: [Agent Jeon] Foreword: [The soldiers were escorted to an MTF safehouse. The interview was conducted in Korean, translated for convenience] <Begin Log> Detainee A: I would like to say, thank you. May I ask whom do you work for? Agent Jeon: Doesn't matter. All you have to know is that we will provide you safe passage to South Korea, in exchange for information. Detainee B: How do we trust you? Agent Jeon: Well we could easily hand you over to the authorities, but we did not. You are a potential asset for us, so just answer these questions and we will help you seek asylum. Am I clear? (Detainee B remains silent for a moment before nodding.) Agent Jeon: Good! Do you know anything about the Hellhound? Detainee B: Of course! That monster has been killing our men like it's nothing. We make sure we're not in the forest every chance we get. Agent Jeon: When our team attacked the creature, it dropped this. (Agent Jeon places an evidence bag with a torn dog collar in it on the table.) Agent Jeon: Recognise this? Detainee B: (Examines the collar then turns to Detainee A) Dal?!…It.. no…It makes sense…he… Agent Jeon: What makes sense? Detainee A: (Silence, then turns to interviewer) We were dog handlers, along with our colleague. Dal was the name of his dog. One day, Dal started acting weirdly, like he was mad. Lt. Kang, our colleague…he tried to control Dal. Thing is, the dog bit him and ran off. We tried to chase him but he disappeared into the forest. Agent Jeon: When was this? Detainee B: Two…three months ago. Agent Jeon: How are you so sure that it became the Hellhound? Detainee B: Dal would never turn on his owner, and Kang… he got treatment and seemed fine. Then the three of us went on holiday. We stayed at an inn at Kaesong. That's where the problem started. Agent Jeon: Problem? Detainee B: That night, we woke up to some groaning coming from the bathroom. We saw that he was not in his bed. Detainee A: I thought it was something to do with the dog bite, so we went to check on him. He sounded bad so we tried opening the door. It was locked, so we bashed it down. Then we saw him. Agent Jeon: Continue. (The two men exchanged looks and remained silent.) Agent Jeon: What happened in that bathroom? Detainee A: He…he was… Detainee B: He was very…wrong. Agent Jeon: What do you mean by "very wrong"? Detainee B: I have seen sick people sir, but not that sick! He was contorted on the floor and had these bumps growing on his chest. And his face was….was… Agent Jeon: You mean disfigured? Detainee A: No, Sir. It was not his face! It was like his face was being replaced by another face, growing from one side to the other. Agent Jeon: Then what happened? Detainee A: He saw us and jumped out the window. We looked out to see him scramble into the forest. After some time, we reported to our superiors. Detainee B: Now we are being hunted. That damn dog gave him something! And they know it! <End Log> Closing Statement: [The two soldiers were administered Class C amnestics and arrangements were made to send them to Hanawon5.] Suspecting an infectious agent was at play, the Foundation began to investigate further. The Foundation would later receive a file from an anonymous source within the KPA. The file contained information detailing a bioweapons development program that took place at an underground research facility at 41.2780° N, 129.0874° E. Among the information was a log intercepted by Bureau 1216 which was sent to an unidentified receiver. It is unknown how the informant came to know about the Foundation. The events have been classified Incident 6357-1. The following has been translated from Korean. | 0210200601:26Z | PRIORITY TRAFFIC | TO: jinji | FROM: qilin | RE: HELP I hope you receive this. Please read it and do something. My name is Dr Cho Myong-Nok. I am a researcher at Punggye-ri Biological Research Site. For the past 6 months, we have been researching potential bioweaponry as well as ways to improve the effectiveness and survivability of our soldiers in combat. The nexus of the experiments was a detainee sent here. We discovered his unprecedented regenerative abilities, as well as the ability to spread out into a swarm of what we found out, were his cells to strip organic matter in seconds. We thought we could use him as an asset. We were stupid. During one of the procedures, we attempted to extract cells from the subject. Suddenly he began behaving aggressively and assaulted one of the researchers. Previously we've been using toxin sprays to make him submissive in cases like this, to great effect. But that day…it did not work. In a panic, one of the soldiers fired upon the subject, who attacked him. This made the others open fire causing it to swarm out. I watched that thing kill everyone in his testing chamber and simply move out the door. We tried to stop it…. believe me we did… but he was uncontrollable, he…he kept re-growing no matter what we did. We were tricked! The toxins only made it angrier. Wherever the swarm went, it reduced every living thing to bones. The whole site has been locked down. It has been 2…maybe 3 days. Few survivors along with myself have locked ourselves in the South-West wing. I think we are the only ones left. We are running on emergency power and rations are low. We are deep underground and the exit is on the other side so I don't think anyone is coming. I am so sorry for what we have done. I am sorry. If this message gets intercepted…which it probably will…Comrade please, we need to destroy this thing. If it escapes, this country and the world will be like those skeletons. Forgive me. Realising the threat, government officials elected to destroy the research site with a nuclear device, providing a cover story claiming the detonation was a result of a nuclear weapons test. The description of the bioweapon's effects coincided with the cases of livestock killings in South Asia and thus was concluded to be related. It was also noted that the time of Lt. Kang's transformation coincided with the detonation of the bomb, suggesting that the entity had managed to take over the soldier's body, via its cells transmitted from Dal, upon its death; and that the Hellhound was a mutated Dal. The Hellhound was later successfully terminated by Eta-3 on 12/6/2007. However, the entity, disguised as Lt. Kang, had escaped into South Korea and had become untraceable by the time the MTF landed in North Korea. Addendum 2: Capture In 2012, the entity was located in Bangalore, India when local police detained a suspicious man found roaming near a local burial ground. An Inspector recognised the man as a family friend whose body went missing in a case 30 years prior. After a fingerprint check was ordered and confirmed the Inspector’s suspicions, a Foundation mole assigned to the station took notice and reported the incident. Field agents disguised as Central Bureau of Investigation (C.B.I)7 officers were sent to the station to retrieve the entity. All those with knowledge of the entity were amnesticised and evidence of its arrest was destroyed. The entity was cooperative while being detained. SCP-6357 was transferred to Area-12, taking the appearance of the deceased man: a South-Indian male in his mid-twenties, 1.83m in height. The SCP has been observed to be very curious and has a profound interest and understanding of biology. Interactions between personnel and the entity have generally been affable. However, it tends to become distressed when ignored. Level 4 researcher, Dr. Harish Narendran was placed in charge of SCP-6357. + INTERVIEW LOGS - INTERVIEW LOGS Interviewed: SCP-6357 Interviewer: Dr. Narendran Foreword: [Interview was performed from outside of SCP-6357's living chamber with hermetically sealed bulletproof glass in between as a barrier. SCP-6357 sat at the table wearing a red hooded jacket, silently looking around. It shifted its attention to Dr. Narendran as he sat on the other side of the glass.] <Begin Log: 24/5/2012> Dr. Narendran: Good morning. My name is Dr. Harish Narendran, and I will be interviewing you today. Are you comfortable? SCP-6357: Good morning doctor. I am all right. Dr Narendran: Wonderful. Now, I would like to ask you a few questions. SCP-6357: Proceed. Dr. Narendran: What is your name? SCP-6357: (Pauses) I do not know. Dr. Narendran: You do not know your name? SCP-6357: I do not remember Doctor. I have taken so many that I have forgotten my own. Dr. Narendran: Explain? SCP-6357: All my life I can only recall the taking on the identities of others. Dr. Narendran: How did you get these identities? SCP-6357: Scavenging. I got them from the dead. Dr. Narendran: Do you keep all the identities you take? SCP-6357: Yes…Would you like to see an example? Dr Narendran: (cocks head) Sure. SCP-6357: (Appearance slowly alters into middle-aged man of Pashtun descent) See. Dr. Narendran: Interesting! SCP-6357: I can do more. (Proceeds to transform into a young woman approximately in her 20's of Nepalese descent) Dr Narendran: (Writes in notebook) SCP-6357: You want more. Dr. Narendran: I think that wou…. (Sighs) Fine. SCP-6357: Alright (Turns into a striped hyena and growls) Dr. Narendran: OH GOD! (Falls off chair) SCP-6357: Don't be scared, it is I. Dr. Narendran: (Gets back on the chair) I think that would be enough. SCP-6357: Alright. (Turns back into a South Indian man) Dr. Narendran: I want to clarify a few things. SCP-6357: Go ahead. Dr. Narendran: Most of your sightings have been occurring in South Asia. How did you end up in North Korea? SCP-6357: Well doctor, as a human I work in jobs that allow me to travel across the subcontinent. I prefer not to stay in one place. One of those jobs was at a shipping firm in India at the time. Dr. Narendran: Continue. SCP-6357: One of our trips was to South Korea. It was supposed to be only a three-week trip and I had prepared adequately. Besides, I had travelled across water before, so why not? (Sigh) Dr. Narendran: Let me guess… SCP-6357: (Chuckles) Yeah…on the way back, a storm hit and we lost our bearings. The ship turned straight in North Korean waters. We only knew when suddenly we were being bombarded with shells. All I remember from then is being blown off the ship, then waking up…. more accurately woken up by soldiers on the beach. Dr. Narendran: What happened after that? SCP-6357: Well, I was detained along with a few other survivors and sent to a detention camp. There, they interrogated me. I did not understand anything they said but they really didn't like me. Then they realised I was different, presumably because I did not stay a bloody pulp, and the next thing I knew, I was being sent to some underground lab. Something like this place, actually. The rest I presume you already know. Dr. Narendran: Yes, we know about the incident at the research facility, but talking to you now, I would not have expected you to do it if I did not have prior knowledge. SCP-6357: I'll take that as a compliment. It is mostly thanks to you….your higher level of prudence. Dr. Narendran: Hmmm..what do you mean? SCP-6357: You did your homework and learned about my hunger, therefore you provided me an adequate amount of food. Those fools didn't. Again something like this place, only less competent, but I digress. I became more and more agitated, and the fact I did not like the things being done to me did not help. Then one day the situation escalated and I hit one of them. Then they began firing at me and the rest is history. Dr. Narendran: What were the things they did to incur such a response? SCP-6357: Well doctor, I heal quickly, but that does not mean I do not feel pain! Dr. Narendran: Alright, but did you feel any guilt? SCP-6357: Slightly. (ponders) We initially did it purely out of hunger (pauses) but it soon became self defence. When I left the chamber the first thing they did was shoot at me and spray toxins on me. I know that would be an absolutely natural reaction to a "monster", but in hindsight, they were only making it worse. You see, they wanted to use me to cause harm, and did not really have my best interests in mind. I did what I thought was best at the time. Dr. Narendran: I see. May we go to the next question? SCP-6357: Sure. Dr. Narendran: Could you clear up how you infected the soldier? The one you took over after the blast. SCP-6357: (Eyes widen) Infected? How did you know it was an infection? Dr. Narendran: Well with the information we obtained, it was the most logical answer. The dog bit the man. His condition in the inn coincided with the nuclear blast. We… or more so I theorised that based on your description as a swarm of cells, you managed to infect the dog which transferred the cells to the man. Then upon your (quote-unquote) "death", your cells somehow took over the man, thus reviving you. SCP-6357: (Chuckles) Wow! I see why you are quite the big shot here! Dr. Narendran: Thank you, but one question. How did you get the dog? SCP-6357: Come on doctor, it's simple. Before sending me to the facility, I was kept at a dreary-old detention camp. Think. What could have happened? Dr. Narendran: (Ponders for a while) You infected something there…..A rat, probably? SCP-6357: Correct. Dr. Narendran: Then the rat left and got eaten by the dog. SCP-6357: Exactly! Rat gets eaten by dog. Dog bites man. Man becomes host. I am now the man. <End Log> Closing Statement: [Learned that if SCP-6357 sustains severe injury, it starts producing cells rapidly to heal. This results in the entity requiring a lot of energy soon after, which it mitigates by consuming large amounts of food or, in the case of Incident 6357-1, assimilating any creature in its vicinity. SCP-6357 is most volatile in this state, therefore food must be provided to avoid loss of life.] Interviewed: SCP-6357 Interviewer: Dr. Narendran <Begin Log: 2/6/2012> SCP-6357: Good morning doctor. How are you? Dr. Narendran: Good. You. SCP-6357: I am well. Dr. Narendran: So…I was recalling our previous interview…and remembered you referred to yourself as "we" when you attacked the facility. Why? SCP-6357: (Looks up) Because we are we. Dr. Narendran: Pardon? SCP-6357: I did not initially want to kill those people, they did. Dr. Narendran: Who? SCP-6357: My cells. Dr. Narendran: Explain, please? SCP-6357: I am not one thing, doctor. I am many things. We are a bunch of cells taking a form. We interact better this way. Dr. Narendran: So you are a hivemind? SCP-6357: You could say so. Dr. Narendran: And what does this have to do with North Korea? SCP-6357: Doctor, I want you to think of this… Do you eat food? Dr Narendran: (Looks confused) What?! SCP-6357: (Stares at Dr Narendran) Answer the question doctor. Do you eat food? Dr. Narendran: Yes. SCP-6357: Why do you eat food? Dr. Narendran: Because I am hungry. SCP-6357: Why are you hungry? Dr. Narendran: (Pauses, seemingly in thought) Because my body- specifically the cells- requires energy and nutrients. SCP-6357: So who needs the food, you or your cells? Dr Narendran: (Pauses) SCP-6357: The same as in my case, doctor. The difference is, my cells have a lot more autonomy than yours. If the need for sustenance is not satisfied for some time, they will search for it themselves…with no discrimination. <End Log> Interviewed: SCP-6357 Interviewer: Dr. Narendran <Begin Log: 28/11/2016, skipped to 3:23> SCP-6357: I have to say, staying here is not as bad as it seems. Honestly, it's thanks to you. Dr. Narendran: I am a researcher. My job requires me to be professional but it does not mean I have to be always offish. SCP-6357: True. You are a pretty good one too. I mean you must have been damn good at your expertise to be in this place. Dr. Narendran: Hmmm…I admire the flattery. SCP-6357: Haha! Yes…but something must have started this, right? Dr. Narendran: Pardon? SCP-6357: I mean…..no one just wakes up one day and decides to spend the rest of their life studying complex microbiology. Something…or someone…must have inspired you. Dr Narendran: (Silence) Well…..it was someone. My great-grandmother, Raji. She was the strongest woman I have ever met. SCP-6357: Oh that's good. You must be quite lucky to have been with four generations of your family. Dr. Narendran: Yeah. You know if you saw her you would not have thought she was almost a centenarian. In fact, she seemed much younger than everyone her age…I always wondered how she stayed like that. I read more about cells and discovered how fascinating they were, and now I find myself here researching all kinds of weird things. SCP-6357: Fate is strange. Are you still talking to her? Dr. Narendran: Well, she passed away some time ago. SCP-6357: (Looks down) I am sorry. Dr. Narendran: It's ok. SCP-6357: Well, she would be very proud of you. Dr Narendran: (Looks up) Thank you. SCP-6357: Also, because of her I get to interact with you every day. <End Log> - INTERVIEW LOGS + TEST LOGS - TEST LOGS TEST 1 Protocol A sample of SCP-6357-1A was placed in a maze with a food source placed at the end. Results The cells began moving through the pathways of the maze until the food source was found. TEST 2 Protocol The experiment was repeated with the same sample. Results Not only did the cells locate the food source exponentially quicker, but they completely bypassed the obstacles by moving over the maze to get the food. TEST 3 Protocol The experiment was carried out with a different sample of SCP-6357-1A. Results The cells immediately bypassed the maze to get the food source. Notes The cells from the first experiment must have somehow transferred the information to the other cells. TEST 4 Subject D-13678 Protocol A blood sample was extracted from D-13678. SCP-6357 was instructed to absorb the blood and morph into the owner. Results The entity absorbed the blood and in 30 seconds transformed into an exact copy of D-13678. TEST 5 Subject D-24890 Protocol D-24890, a friend of D-13678, was instructed to speak to the entity taking the appearance of D-13678. Results After a brief conversation, D-24890 reported that D-13678 was behaving oddly and did not remember previous topics they spoke about before. Test Log Subject: SCP-6357 Chief Researcher: Dr. Harish Narendran Aim: The range of SCP-6357's shape-shifting ability. Procedure: SCP-6357 was moved to a sealed testing chamber. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Narendran: Alright SCP-6357, we require you to perform some tasks for research purposes. SCP-6357: Ok. Dr. Narendran: We are testing the range of your shapeshifting abilities, so let's start with some animals, shall we? SCP-6357: (Shows thumbs-up gesture.) Dr. Narendran: Let's begin. Researcher Narendran states the names of certain animals native to South Asia which the entity transforms into. The animals include an Indian Leopard, a Beetal Goat, a Gaolao cow, two Indian Dholes, and a pack of 25 Black Rats. Dr. Narendran: Very good. Now, could you turn into an Asian elephant? SCP-6357: I would not do that. Dr. Narendran: Why? SCP-6357: You see…I could doctor, but I tend to refrain from morphing into very big animals. The bigger I get, the more cells there are, therefore we need more food. Unless you happen to have a truckload of food at your disposal, I don't think you want that many. Dr. Narendran: Noted. SCP-6357: But…I'll make a compromise. SCP-6357 transforms into a baby Asian elephant. [END LOG] Observations: SCP-6357 tends to mainly take the forms of animals roughly the size of the average human male. Transformation to smaller animals results in multiple instances of that animal, which travel in a group. Larger animals require more sustenance to accommodate the new cells. Test Log Subject: SCP-6357 Chief Researcher: Dr. Harish Narendran Aim: To test the cellular abilities of SCP-6357. Procedure: SCP-6357 was moved to a sealed testing chamber. A live goat was placed in the chamber. 30kg of mutton were also kept on standby in case the entity urgently required sustenance. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Narendran: Alright SCP-6357, we would like to test your regenerative abilities. SCP-6357: Hold on, you me- Dr. Narendran: It will be done under your own volition, or should I say methods. SCP-6357: Fine. I hope you know what you are doing. Dr. Narendran: Don't worry we do. Now, could you remove an appendage? SCP-6357: (Shows left index finger) This finger. SCP-6357 removes the finger from the hand. It shows it to the researcher before placing it back onto the knuckle. The finger reattaches and functions per normal. Dr. Narendran: Ok. Now let's try something bigger. Now we need you to regenerate an appendage completely. Could you remove your right hand? The right hand detaches at the wrist and falls off. Almost immediately, flesh begins the accumulate at the wound, and in approximately 7 seconds a new hand regrows. Functionality is normal. Dr. Narendran: Good, now what hap- The severed right hand begins to animate and moves across the floor in an arachnid manner. SCP-6357 watches the hand. Dr. Narendran: Um…SCP-6357 could you explain what is going on now? SCP-6357: As I said before doctor I am a collection of sentient cells, therefore my hand is now completely sentient. Dr. Narendran: Do you have any control over the organism? SCP-6357: Yes, but I am not controlling it now. Dr. Narendran: Interesting… Do you see the goat with you? SCP-6357: Yes. Dr. Narendran: Your task now is to infect the goat. SCP-6357: Certainly. The severed hand morphs into an arthropod-like creature. Then creature crawls quickly towards the goat and injects it with presumably its cells. The creature then crawls back to the entity. The creature climbs up to SCP-6357's hand and is assimilated back into the entity. SCP-6357: The goat has been infected. Dr. Narendran: Alright that would be all for today. SCP-6357: Can I have the goat? Dr Narendran: (Discusses with researchers) Yeah sure. [END LOG] Observations: SCP-6357 possesses remarkable regenerative capabilities. Moreover, the entity's cells/biomass do not only have sentience but can operate as individual creatures outside of the main body, and that too complex organisms which can respond to and be controlled by SCP-6357 . All biomass from SCP-6357 will be classified as SCP-6357-1A. - TEST LOGS + NOTES: - NOTES Interviews with the entity as well as observations of its behaviour strongly suggest that SCP-6357 is indeed a hivemind of sentient cells. However, there seems to be more to it. It appears that the shape these cells take….the humanoid in our custody and have been interviewing, has taken on its own identity, complete with its own personality and thoughts. I think there are two identities at play here: The shape, and its cells. The former is a by-product of the combined consciousness of these cells which identifies as a separate consciousness, while the latter are the true anomalies with their own needs and wants, not in a parasitic sense but more in the sense of components. SCP-6357 is made up of SCP-6357-1A and therefore requires them to exist, just like how we need our cells to exist, so it is at the mercy of them. I would use a sentient army ant colony as an analogy for the entity. In this case, SCP-6357 is the conscious colony. It is very real and refers to itself as if it were a singular entity, but the term itself is intangible and only can exist when the army ants (the cells) are there as it is made up of them. These cells want to live, and in turn, SCP-6357 needs them to exist, so the two identities have…you could say….made an agreement with each other. These cells, whose primal needs are to feed and survive, keep the entity existing while our sapient entity goes to acquire the food and…blend in, in an organised manner. Honestly, I think we share a lot of similarities with SCP-6357. We too are a consciousness existing because of the organisms we are made of. If they go…well, we cease to exist. Dr. Narendran Addendum 3: 12/4/2018 Area-12 was the target of a Chaos Insurgency raid. A C.I. sleeper agent within the facility initiated a containment breach. Post-breach, it was discovered that C.I. had stolen several samples of anomalous diseases and, more alarmingly, that SCP-6357 had been replaced with a decoy. Security camera footage shows a lone C.I. operative walking towards the Bio-Containment sector. The operative suddenly clutched his head and approximately 10 seconds later became catatonic. The operative then walked to SCP-6357's opened containment unit. There the entity injected him via a bony protrusion from its finger. The operative and SCP-6357 swapped clothing, after which the operative stayed behind while the disguised entity ran off. As it was making its way through the facility, it encountered on-site security officer, Agent Higgins. He confronted the entity, leading to an altercation where the entity managed to a wound, thus infecting the Agent, and subdue him. It was then seen joining the ranks of the other C.I. strike teams and escaping. Agent Higgins was subsequently quarantined and all access codes used by him were revoked. Despite following them, it appears that C.I. does not have the SCP in its possession after the skeletons of multiple C.I. operatives were discovered a few kilometres from the facility. It is believed that the entity now has information on Foundation procedures and tactics, albeit limited, so its recapture will be a challenge. Hosts infected with SCP-6357-1A are now classified SCP-6357-1B. Addendum 4: Two weeks after the incident, a letter was found in Dr. Narendran's office. +ACCESS LETTER - CLOSE LETTER Dear Doctor, I hope you are well and that you have been spared. I want to thank you for the good times I had in containment. You are a remarkable professional and I had a blast working with you. However, I always felt that I have just been put in a more comfortable prison. I will be much happier being free in the world. Remember that conversation we had. About your great-grandmother. You see, I knew her before. Very well before you, your father, and even any of your grandparents were born. She was not always that healthy. She encountered me in the forest. The poor girl had gotten lost and came upon me. I was not that well-fed at the moment. To make matter worse, polio had rendered her lame, making sure she was unable to run. Yet, she was not afraid. I do not know whether I looked that pathetic or something else, but I saw something different in her eyes. There was no fear, merely a cautiousness to her. She put down a sack she carried and opened it and took out some food. I realised this young girl was…offering me her food. It was the first time someone had helped me like that. To everyone else, I was this boogeyman of the forest. I could never eat her, so I made damn sure I was satiated with her offering. I decided to repay her. As a gift, I gave her some of my blood to cure her of her illness. We kept on meeting until she moved somewhere else, promising to keep our little incident a secret, and even though I never got to meet Raji again, I always watched over her and then your family for generations, and for generations, you all enjoyed the fruits of my blessing. Yes Harish, you along with the rest of your family, bear my cells and have helped me spread them. It makes a lot of sense if you consider all the seemingly little things. How you never got sick compared to everyone else outside your family. How you, despite the strains of working in a place like this, never actually took sick leave. How the boy who received your blood made such a quick recovery despite the severity of his accident. That was all us, Harish. I am sorry for hiding this from you for so long. The time was not right. You are just like me, and you are not alone. The blast in North Korea was the first time I tasted mortality. It strengthened my resolve to ensure my existence. Therefore since then, I have made it my mission to infect as many as possible. Now I can safely say you cannot kill me, for I will come back in another form. We will be you. We will be your family. We will be your friends and we will be your enemies. We will be your pets and we will be your pests. We will be your leaders and we will be your subordinates. We will be the one who brings you into the world, and we will be the one who cremates you. I was never afraid to get caught by your Foundation, Harish. Ever since Raji passed I have really wanted to see you, and fate would have it I disguised as the wrong person and got myself caught. Honestly, any one of you would have escorted me out, but maybe for the better, your enemies decided to do so first. All I ask is that you do not look for me, and not to attempt a culling. You will run out of men, and only undo whatever you swore to do. We have given people better lives to live. We have saved countless written off as terminal from the jaws of death. We might be a disease according to your doctrine but to the outside world, it will be taken as more people living longer, healthier lives. As for me, I will walk faceless among men, and continue to exist peacefully alongside humanity. I hope you understand. Yours truly, A friend. Upon the discovery of this letter, Dr. Narendran was reclassified as Class E. + OPERATION BRAHMASTRA - CLOSE Addendum 5: 02/05/2018 BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. OPERATION BRAHMASTRA The revelations detailed in the letter are of major concern. If what SCP-6357 has proclaimed is true, it poses an extreme security risk for Foundation operations. Despite this, we will still have to continue with our efforts. According to what has been researched, the entity cannot take over a host unless it is destroyed. Therefore, non-lethal containment will still be pursued. Research into methods of containment along with ways to identify SCP-6357-1B is of utmost priority. Currently, Researcher Dr. Harish Narendran and his family are to be kept in Foundation custody and monitored. Since the entity has possibly compromised our human manpower, we have authorised the mass production and further development of the Research Assistance Androids (RAAND) project using already available plans and prototypes from Prometheus Labs. In an effort to further reduce the risk of biological compromise, a neural scan of Dr. Narendran is to be integrated with the RAAND Artificial Intelligence. Using Narendran's memories, knowledge, and experience with the entity, the AI will be tasked with research into an effective means of recapture and containment. RAANDs along with regular robots will carry out the required experiments and testing deemed too risky for flesh-based personnel. In addition, the creation of a Mobile Task Force consisting of a more tactical variant of these androids is underway. Designated Tau-15 “Vanguard”, the unit will be authorised to assist in future missions involving SCP-6357. Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in a race against time. Godspeed everyone. SCP-6357-1B fall into three categories: Stage Symptoms "DORMANT" SCP-6357-1A resides in the host’s body, mimicking the host's cells to avoid an immune response. Some SCP-6357-1A become neurons to access their host’s memories and receive input from the host’s sensory organs. This information is relayed telepathically to SCP-6357, effectively making SCP-6357-1B a biological surveillance device. "ACTIVE" SCP-6357-1A’s replication rate increases and they fully infect the brain, taking full control of the host. The host’s behaviour changes and it is now under the direct command of SCP-6357. It is semi-sentient and retains the skills of the host as well as the ability to communicate with beings other than SCP-6357. "ACTIVE" SCP-6357-1B can mutate rapidly if sustaining severe injury, however can be killed with conventional weaponry. "REVIVAL" Upon the destruction of SCP-6357, SCP-6357-1A begin rapidly replicating in a particular host, creating tumours that cause temporary disfigurement. In hosts of smaller sizes, the tumours are more noticeable. SCP-6357-1A will also inject their genetic material into the host's cells to further proliferate. The "REVIVAL" process is complete when all of the host's cells have been replaced by SCP-6357-1A, thus creating a 100% copy SCP-6357. This copy retains all the skills and memories of the main body whilst also retaining all those8 of the former host. Any and all personnel who display symptoms of the "ACTIVE" stage of infection are to be terminated immediately and incinerated. Addendum 6: 12/5/2018 It has been observed that SCP-6357-1B suffering from any form of disease or mental disorders make a full recovery within 72 hours post-infection despite the severity of the condition. In one of the experiments, a 22-year-old male D-class diagnosed with Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome infected with SCP-6357-1A had the virus eliminated from his body in 2 hours and was completely healed from his symptoms over the course of the next 26 hours. It has been determined that this is due to SCP-6357-1A eliminating any ailment in the body to create a healthy host. The usage of RAAND in dealing with SCP-6357-1A has proven to be considerably effective. Addendum 6.1: 14/5/2018 The neural scan has successfully been integrated with the androids' AI. It has been named the ANDroid Operational Manager Artificial INtelligence (ANDOMAIN) Addendum 7: 22/5/2018 ANDOMAIN began recalling the details of the passing of Dr. Narendran's great-grandmother, bringing the circumstances of her death to the attention of the research team. At the age of 106, Raji Narendran suffered a high-voltage electric shock after stepping on an exposed live power line. Despite surviving what should have been a fatal injury with only total paralysis of her right leg, Raji suddenly began suffering a rapid onset of senescence over the next 6 months, at which point she succumbed to the common flu. It hypothesised that if she was a host as the entity proclaimed, the electricity killed the SCP-6357-1A in her body, causing her to lose her anomalous immunity. Therefore, a less powerful shock could incapacitate the entity to make containment easier. Subsequent testing revealed that a current of 2mA causes SCP-6357-1A to act erratically and prevents them from forming, therefore rendering them unable to swarm. It was also discovered that passing the current through an infected blood sample would cause the anomalous cells to noticeably vibrate thus identifying SCP-6357-1B. The test has been named the Narendran Test in honour of its inventor, and sweeping tests will be carried across all Foundation facilities. Addendum 7.1: 16/6/2018 The first successful batch of tactical androids, named Tactical Operative Androids (TOA), for Tau-15 has been produced. The batch will undergo the necessary programming and training. Addendum 8: 10/2/2019 A weapon has been developed. Code named CHAAC9, the device launches an electrified net over a wide area which could theoretically capture and incapacitate the entity to allow for safe containment. The weapon is to be operated by personnel in pairs to maximise coverage. Addendum 8.1: 12/3/2019 MTF Tau-15 "Vanguard" has been officially created. CHAACs will be equipped to their standard arsenal. - CLOSE + RECAPTURE MISSION 6357-15/06/2019 - CLOSE LOG Addendum 9: The entity was tracked down to an abandoned goat farm in Sylhet, Bangladesh, where locals reported a ghoul10 inhabiting the premise. MTFs Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots", Beta-7 "Maz Hatters", and Tau-15 "Vanguard" were deployed to secure the area, carry out hazmat duty, and capture the anomaly respectively. The following video log details the events which occurred: Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 15/06/2019 Containment Team: Mobile Task Force Tau-15 Subject: SCP-6357 Team Commander: ANDOMAIN Team Lead: T-15-1 Team Members: T-15-2, T-15-3, T-15-4, T-15-5, T-15-6 [BEGIN LOG] Headcam footage of the agents is relayed to HQ. Tau-15 approaches the farmhouse. Outside the structure is a goat pen where a wake of vultures are feeding on a goat carcass, which are promptly chased away. The team enters and finds SCP-6357 calmly sitting at a dining table. The team surrounds the entity whilst aiming their CHAACs. SCP-6357: Hello there. I must say you are very persistent. T-15-1: SCP-6357 you are to be taken back into Foundation custody. We possess weapons capable of your incapacitation. Compliance is advised. SCP-6357: Well I already saw that. May I ask for your name? T-15-1: SCP-6357, you are to be de- SCP-6357: Your name. Sir. T-15-1: T-15-1. Pl- SCP-6357: Do they also only refer to you by a barcode number, buddy? T-15-1: (Pauses)T-15-1. Alias "Harold". Now slowly stand up and refrain from making any sudden movements. Any attempt to escape will result in force being used. SCP-6357 slowly stands up SCP-6357: I understand, Harold. However, I would like to do something. (Reacts to Agents preparing to fire) Now!…now…hear me out first! Cool! Cool! Personnel keep their weapons trained on the entity. T-15-1: SCP-6357 we have been authorised to capture you. Nothing more, nothing less. SCP-6357: So… you would rather get me, a relatively affable being, than a bunch of terrorists with bioweapons? T-15-1: Are you referring to the Chaos Insurgents? SCP-6357: Yes…I killed those soldiers outside the facility, but the disease samples were transported by another team. Thanks to me, I know where your quarry is. With that, I want to make a bargain. T-15-1: Command, the SCP appears to have important information. Advise. HQ gives T-15-1 the order to let the entity lay out the terms. T-15-1: Affirmative. Proceed. SCP-6357: Let me go. Let me be free like before, and I will bring no harm to you. In exchange, I will give you the location of the samples. Also, do not punish Dr. Narendran. There is no point in doing so. You are just like him. SCP-6357 stares directly at T-15-1 SCP-6357: You all are. T-15-1: How can we confirm the validity of your proposal? SCP-6357: If you think about it, you have the high ground here when it comes to me. Whether I tell the truth or lie, you can still eventually catch me…although the latter will make you more inclined to shock me. But Chaos Insurgency, however, are dangerous fellows! You and I would not want these diseases to be used as weapons, would we? Pauses while looking around SCP-6357: Also, I know the location now but the more time goes by the weapons might change hands, then even I might not be able to find them. So, let's make this deal quick, would you kindly? T-15-1 reports the terms to the HQ. Desperate to secure the samples, the order was given. T-15-1 looks at the entity. T-15-1: Deal accepted. SCP-6357: Excellent! SCP-6357 sits back down and writes something on a nearby piece of paper. Seemingly finished, it hands over the paper to T-15-1. However just as he is about to take the letter, the entity redraws its hand, looking at T-15-1. SCP-6357: This is more important than me. I am merely an animal, no different from those vultures. SCP-6357 provides the paper to T-15-1. The paper contains GPS coordinates and an address, along with other intel regarding the site. T-15-1 relays the information which is then confirmed to be the location of a large compound. Satellite imagery identified multiple armed men with the C.I logo patrolling the area. Satisfied with this, HQ orders the entity to be captured as quickly as possible. T-15-1: Affirmative. Thank you, SCP-6357. However, our mission is still to capture you. Please do not resist. SCP-6357: Stares at T-15-1 and sighs You know, I expected something like this to occur. Pauses before snorting Farewell then. SCP-6357 sits still. Suddenly, it begins heavily bleeding and twitching. T-15-1: Move back. Now. Within several seconds the entity disintegrates completely, leaving only its clothes behind. T-15-1: Speaks into radio. Target is gone. I repeat. SCP-6357 has disappeared. Sometime later, the MTFs receive a report of an elderly man in a nearby village absconding into the forest after locking himself in his room and not responding to his family. [END LOG] It has been confirmed that SCP-6357 can initiate an advanced form of apoptosis in order to manually start the “REVIVAL” process, making containment exceedingly difficult. The following is a quote from Researcher Narendran after learning of the incident during a meeting with the O-5: ["We underestimated him. The more we try to contain him, the more and more people we will inadvertently kill! Leave it, Sir. He won, and he made sure we can't play the game again."] - CLOSE LOG Addendum 10: A raid was carried out and the compound was secured, where the stolen samples were discovered and retrieved. Researcher Dr. Harish Narendran has been reinstated back to Class B. Addendum 11: Body snatching incidents in urban areas with the hallmarks of SCP-6357 have ceased. All RAANDs are to be integrated into other Foundation research projects. MTF Tau-15 will be utilised to carry out missions involving direct contact with anomalies that can compromise organic matter. +EXECUTIVE ORDER - CLOSE Addendum 12: Estimates show that SCP-6357-1A will be present in every flesh-based organism by 2040. Due to its effects, the most feasible way to maintain normalcy is to normalise11 it. Footnotes 1. BioSafety Level 4 2. The condition or process of deterioration with age. 3. The southern region of Asia, which is defined in both geographical and ethno-cultural terms. The region consists of the countries of Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Nepal, Bhutan, Bangladesh, the Maldives, and Sri Lanka. 4. The secret removal of corpses from burial sites. 5. The Settlement Support Center for North Korean Refugees, a South Korean facility for the re-education of North Korean defectors. 6. Bureau 121 is a North Korean cyberwarfare agency, part of the Reconnaissance General Bureau of North Korea's military. 7. The premier investigating agency of India. 8. The entity previously in containment was a copy created from an SCP-6357-1B who was a Military Working Dog (MWD) handler, resulting in SCP-6357 gaining skills in dog training as well as firearms proficiency. 9. After the Mayan God of Rain. 10. A demonic being from Islamic Arabic folklore which inhabits graveyards and other deserted places. 11. Da'aS Elyon: The item cannot be physically contained, necessitating that the public be led to believe it is non-anomalous. |
SCP-6357 | uncontained | Dr Lerche The Assimilator Hello readers, This is my first ever SCP article on the site and was sent as a 6kon entry, and what a wild ride it was. It's also the first of my stuff to reach 100+ rating, therefore it has a very special place in my heart. Special thanks to everyone who upvoted this and the absolute legends who brought it back from the brink of deletions. I am truly grateful. Be sure to check out the discussions tab for more info and author commentary. I do hope you enjoy this. If you do, please do consider an upvote, and maybe nice little comment. Will make my day. If there are any technical or SPaG issues, please do tell me in the discussions tab. I will try my very best to fix them. If you would like to see more of my works, visit my authorpage: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/lerche-s-merchant-shop-inn Have a great day. Item#: 6357 Level5 Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo The aftermath of SCP-6357 feeding. Containment Procedures: SCP-6357 is contained in a high-strength humanoid containment chamber. The entrance to the containment chamber consists of a BSL-41 hermetically sealed airlock and biological decontamination chamber. Personnel are to inspect the containment chamber regularly for signs of damage or leaks in the airlock seals. SCP-6357 is not allowed direct contact with living organisms. Standard human meals are to be provided to SCP-6357 four times a day with nutrition supplements prescribed by an on-site nutritionist, however once a week a fresh large animal carcass is to be provided. Revised Containment Procedures -25/6/2019 SCP-6357 is currently uncontained and its exact location unknown. Foundation affiliates in the healthcare and biomedical fields are to propagate and later maintain the paradigm that advancements in medical science will lead to the increase of life and health spans, as well as immunity of humanity, in the future. A large-scale disinformation campaign will be carried out to reinforce mainstream awareness of this paradigm. Field operatives are to investigate incidents of attacks on livestock and witness accounts of SCP-6357 to determine its location. These cases are to be attributed to other causes and footage is to be confiscated or declared as hoaxes, and amnestics provided to the witnesses. Standard biohazard procedures are to be used when dealing with SCP-6357-1A. Destruction of the material is advised. If encountered, personnel are ordered to avoid all contact with SCP-6357 and report its location. The Narendran test will be implemented in the blood test as part of Foundation mandatory pre-employment screening. Description: SCP-6357 is a shape-shifting entity consisting of cells similar to normal animal cells, with little to no presence of senescence2; and enhanced regenerative properties. The entity is also immune to all known diseases. These traits come at the cost of SCP-6357 needing a disproportionately high level of sustenance compared to the size of its form. SCP-6357 can obtain sustenance through the consumption of prepared food, but also has a tendency to hunt and scavenge when food is not available. SCP-6357 will deviate from its form to become a red mist-like mass to hunt or scavenge. In this form, SCP-6357 can pass through any barrier with openings or pores more than 1μm in diameter. Once the mass is in contact with the prey, it encompasses the body and strips organic tissue and nutrients from the host leaving behind only a husk of bone and hair. The entity has also been witnessed producing tendrils to aid in the feeding process. This can be done to multiple prey simultaneously. Once sated, SCP-6357 reverts to its original form. Addendum 1: Discovery The Foundation had been alerted to anomalous activity in South Asia3 through the Anomalous Signature Recognition Program (A.S.R.P) in 1995. Multiple livestock killings, as well as body-snatching4 incidents in burial grounds and mortuaries throughout the region, were reported. The skeletons and hair were the only remains recovered in all cases. Witnesses of incidents in rural areas have described a red mist similar to an insect swarm approaching the animals before disappearing from the scene after some time. Based on the widespread yet endemic nature of and the time frame between the cases, the entity appears to live a nomadic lifestyle. In 2007, reports of anomalous activity in North Korea were brought to the Foundation's attention, providing significant insight into the origin and behavior of SCP-6357. These reports described a large canid creature, dubbed the Hellhound, attacking Korean People's Army troops in forest regions. MTF Eta-3 "Night Phantoms" were deployed in response. While investigating these reports, Eta-3 narrowed down SCP-6357's location to the forests of North Hamgyong, before it evaded capture. At the scene of their last encounter with SCP-6357, a tattered dog collar was left behind and later identified as one used for Military Working Dogs of the K.P.A. Later, Eta-6 learned of an ongoing manhunt for two dog handlers who had supposedly deserted. Upon deliberation by MTF headquarters, Eta-3 was ordered to locate these deserters before the North Korean Government could. On 6/2/2007, the two soldiers were located in a small village and taken into custody. The following is the interrogation of the men at a Foundation safe house: Interviewed: [Detainee A and B, names withheld] Interviewer: [Agent Jeon] Foreword: [The soldiers were escorted to an MTF safehouse. The interview was conducted in Korean, translated for convenience] <Begin Log> Detainee A: I would like to say, thank you. May I ask whom do you work for? Agent Jeon: Doesn't matter. All you have to know is that we will provide you safe passage to South Korea, in exchange for information. Detainee B: How do we trust you? Agent Jeon: Well we could easily hand you over to the authorities, but we did not. You are a potential asset for us, so just answer these questions and we will help you seek asylum. Am I clear? (Detainee B remains silent for a moment before nodding.) Agent Jeon: Good! Do you know anything about the Hellhound? Detainee B: Of course! That monster has been killing our men like it's nothing. We make sure we're not in the forest every chance we get. Agent Jeon: When our team attacked the creature, it dropped this. (Agent Jeon places an evidence bag with a torn dog collar in it on the table.) Agent Jeon: Recognise this? Detainee B: (Examines the collar then turns to Detainee A) Dal?!…It.. no…It makes sense…he… Agent Jeon: What makes sense? Detainee A: (Silence, then turns to interviewer) We were dog handlers, along with our colleague. Dal was the name of his dog. One day, Dal started acting weirdly, like he was mad. Lt. Kang, our colleague…he tried to control Dal. Thing is, the dog bit him and ran off. We tried to chase him but he disappeared into the forest. Agent Jeon: When was this? Detainee B: Two…three months ago. Agent Jeon: How are you so sure that it became the Hellhound? Detainee B: Dal would never turn on his owner, and Kang… he got treatment and seemed fine. Then the three of us went on holiday. We stayed at an inn at Kaesong. That's where the problem started. Agent Jeon: Problem? Detainee B: That night, we woke up to some groaning coming from the bathroom. We saw that he was not in his bed. Detainee A: I thought it was something to do with the dog bite, so we went to check on him. He sounded bad so we tried opening the door. It was locked, so we bashed it down. Then we saw him. Agent Jeon: Continue. (The two men exchanged looks and remained silent.) Agent Jeon: What happened in that bathroom? Detainee A: He…he was… Detainee B: He was very…wrong. Agent Jeon: What do you mean by "very wrong"? Detainee B: I have seen sick people sir, but not that sick! He was contorted on the floor and had these bumps growing on his chest. And his face was….was… Agent Jeon: You mean disfigured? Detainee A: No, Sir. It was not his face! It was like his face was being replaced by another face, growing from one side to the other. Agent Jeon: Then what happened? Detainee A: He saw us and jumped out the window. We looked out to see him scramble into the forest. After some time, we reported to our superiors. Detainee B: Now we are being hunted. That damn dog gave him something! And they know it! <End Log> Closing Statement: [The two soldiers were administered Class C amnestics and arrangements were made to send them to Hanawon5.] Suspecting an infectious agent was at play, the Foundation began to investigate further. The Foundation would later receive a file from an anonymous source within the KPA. The file contained information detailing a bioweapons development program that took place at an underground research facility at 41.2780° N, 129.0874° E. Among the information was a log intercepted by Bureau 1216 which was sent to an unidentified receiver. It is unknown how the informant came to know about the Foundation. The events have been classified Incident 6357-1. The following has been translated from Korean. | 0210200601:26Z | PRIORITY TRAFFIC | TO: jinji | FROM: qilin | RE: HELP I hope you receive this. Please read it and do something. My name is Dr Cho Myong-Nok. I am a researcher at Punggye-ri Biological Research Site. For the past 6 months, we have been researching potential bioweaponry as well as ways to improve the effectiveness and survivability of our soldiers in combat. The nexus of the experiments was a detainee sent here. We discovered his unprecedented regenerative abilities, as well as the ability to spread out into a swarm of what we found out, were his cells to strip organic matter in seconds. We thought we could use him as an asset. We were stupid. During one of the procedures, we attempted to extract cells from the subject. Suddenly he began behaving aggressively and assaulted one of the researchers. Previously we've been using toxin sprays to make him submissive in cases like this, to great effect. But that day…it did not work. In a panic, one of the soldiers fired upon the subject, who attacked him. This made the others open fire causing it to swarm out. I watched that thing kill everyone in his testing chamber and simply move out the door. We tried to stop it…. believe me we did… but he was uncontrollable, he…he kept re-growing no matter what we did. We were tricked! The toxins only made it angrier. Wherever the swarm went, it reduced every living thing to bones. The whole site has been locked down. It has been 2…maybe 3 days. Few survivors along with myself have locked ourselves in the South-West wing. I think we are the only ones left. We are running on emergency power and rations are low. We are deep underground and the exit is on the other side so I don't think anyone is coming. I am so sorry for what we have done. I am sorry. If this message gets intercepted…which it probably will…Comrade please, we need to destroy this thing. If it escapes, this country and the world will be like those skeletons. Forgive me. Realising the threat, government officials elected to destroy the research site with a nuclear device, providing a cover story claiming the detonation was a result of a nuclear weapons test. The description of the bioweapon's effects coincided with the cases of livestock killings in South Asia and thus was concluded to be related. It was also noted that the time of Lt. Kang's transformation coincided with the detonation of the bomb, suggesting that the entity had managed to take over the soldier's body, via its cells transmitted from Dal, upon its death; and that the Hellhound was a mutated Dal. The Hellhound was later successfully terminated by Eta-3 on 12/6/2007. However, the entity, disguised as Lt. Kang, had escaped into South Korea and had become untraceable by the time the MTF landed in North Korea. Addendum 2: Capture In 2012, the entity was located in Bangalore, India when local police detained a suspicious man found roaming near a local burial ground. An Inspector recognised the man as a family friend whose body went missing in a case 30 years prior. After a fingerprint check was ordered and confirmed the Inspector’s suspicions, a Foundation mole assigned to the station took notice and reported the incident. Field agents disguised as Central Bureau of Investigation (C.B.I)7 officers were sent to the station to retrieve the entity. All those with knowledge of the entity were amnesticised and evidence of its arrest was destroyed. The entity was cooperative while being detained. SCP-6357 was transferred to Area-12, taking the appearance of the deceased man: a South-Indian male in his mid-twenties, 1.83m in height. The SCP has been observed to be very curious and has a profound interest and understanding of biology. Interactions between personnel and the entity have generally been affable. However, it tends to become distressed when ignored. Level 4 researcher, Dr. Harish Narendran was placed in charge of SCP-6357. + INTERVIEW LOGS - INTERVIEW LOGS Interviewed: SCP-6357 Interviewer: Dr. Narendran Foreword: [Interview was performed from outside of SCP-6357's living chamber with hermetically sealed bulletproof glass in between as a barrier. SCP-6357 sat at the table wearing a red hooded jacket, silently looking around. It shifted its attention to Dr. Narendran as he sat on the other side of the glass.] <Begin Log: 24/5/2012> Dr. Narendran: Good morning. My name is Dr. Harish Narendran, and I will be interviewing you today. Are you comfortable? SCP-6357: Good morning doctor. I am all right. Dr Narendran: Wonderful. Now, I would like to ask you a few questions. SCP-6357: Proceed. Dr. Narendran: What is your name? SCP-6357: (Pauses) I do not know. Dr. Narendran: You do not know your name? SCP-6357: I do not remember Doctor. I have taken so many that I have forgotten my own. Dr. Narendran: Explain? SCP-6357: All my life I can only recall the taking on the identities of others. Dr. Narendran: How did you get these identities? SCP-6357: Scavenging. I got them from the dead. Dr. Narendran: Do you keep all the identities you take? SCP-6357: Yes…Would you like to see an example? Dr Narendran: (cocks head) Sure. SCP-6357: (Appearance slowly alters into middle-aged man of Pashtun descent) See. Dr. Narendran: Interesting! SCP-6357: I can do more. (Proceeds to transform into a young woman approximately in her 20's of Nepalese descent) Dr Narendran: (Writes in notebook) SCP-6357: You want more. Dr. Narendran: I think that wou…. (Sighs) Fine. SCP-6357: Alright (Turns into a striped hyena and growls) Dr. Narendran: OH GOD! (Falls off chair) SCP-6357: Don't be scared, it is I. Dr. Narendran: (Gets back on the chair) I think that would be enough. SCP-6357: Alright. (Turns back into a South Indian man) Dr. Narendran: I want to clarify a few things. SCP-6357: Go ahead. Dr. Narendran: Most of your sightings have been occurring in South Asia. How did you end up in North Korea? SCP-6357: Well doctor, as a human I work in jobs that allow me to travel across the subcontinent. I prefer not to stay in one place. One of those jobs was at a shipping firm in India at the time. Dr. Narendran: Continue. SCP-6357: One of our trips was to South Korea. It was supposed to be only a three-week trip and I had prepared adequately. Besides, I had travelled across water before, so why not? (Sigh) Dr. Narendran: Let me guess… SCP-6357: (Chuckles) Yeah…on the way back, a storm hit and we lost our bearings. The ship turned straight in North Korean waters. We only knew when suddenly we were being bombarded with shells. All I remember from then is being blown off the ship, then waking up…. more accurately woken up by soldiers on the beach. Dr. Narendran: What happened after that? SCP-6357: Well, I was detained along with a few other survivors and sent to a detention camp. There, they interrogated me. I did not understand anything they said but they really didn't like me. Then they realised I was different, presumably because I did not stay a bloody pulp, and the next thing I knew, I was being sent to some underground lab. Something like this place, actually. The rest I presume you already know. Dr. Narendran: Yes, we know about the incident at the research facility, but talking to you now, I would not have expected you to do it if I did not have prior knowledge. SCP-6357: I'll take that as a compliment. It is mostly thanks to you….your higher level of prudence. Dr. Narendran: Hmmm..what do you mean? SCP-6357: You did your homework and learned about my hunger, therefore you provided me an adequate amount of food. Those fools didn't. Again something like this place, only less competent, but I digress. I became more and more agitated, and the fact I did not like the things being done to me did not help. Then one day the situation escalated and I hit one of them. Then they began firing at me and the rest is history. Dr. Narendran: What were the things they did to incur such a response? SCP-6357: Well doctor, I heal quickly, but that does not mean I do not feel pain! Dr. Narendran: Alright, but did you feel any guilt? SCP-6357: Slightly. (ponders) We initially did it purely out of hunger (pauses) but it soon became self defence. When I left the chamber the first thing they did was shoot at me and spray toxins on me. I know that would be an absolutely natural reaction to a "monster", but in hindsight, they were only making it worse. You see, they wanted to use me to cause harm, and did not really have my best interests in mind. I did what I thought was best at the time. Dr. Narendran: I see. May we go to the next question? SCP-6357: Sure. Dr. Narendran: Could you clear up how you infected the soldier? The one you took over after the blast. SCP-6357: (Eyes widen) Infected? How did you know it was an infection? Dr. Narendran: Well with the information we obtained, it was the most logical answer. The dog bit the man. His condition in the inn coincided with the nuclear blast. We… or more so I theorised that based on your description as a swarm of cells, you managed to infect the dog which transferred the cells to the man. Then upon your (quote-unquote) "death", your cells somehow took over the man, thus reviving you. SCP-6357: (Chuckles) Wow! I see why you are quite the big shot here! Dr. Narendran: Thank you, but one question. How did you get the dog? SCP-6357: Come on doctor, it's simple. Before sending me to the facility, I was kept at a dreary-old detention camp. Think. What could have happened? Dr. Narendran: (Ponders for a while) You infected something there…..A rat, probably? SCP-6357: Correct. Dr. Narendran: Then the rat left and got eaten by the dog. SCP-6357: Exactly! Rat gets eaten by dog. Dog bites man. Man becomes host. I am now the man. <End Log> Closing Statement: [Learned that if SCP-6357 sustains severe injury, it starts producing cells rapidly to heal. This results in the entity requiring a lot of energy soon after, which it mitigates by consuming large amounts of food or, in the case of Incident 6357-1, assimilating any creature in its vicinity. SCP-6357 is most volatile in this state, therefore food must be provided to avoid loss of life.] Interviewed: SCP-6357 Interviewer: Dr. Narendran <Begin Log: 2/6/2012> SCP-6357: Good morning doctor. How are you? Dr. Narendran: Good. You. SCP-6357: I am well. Dr. Narendran: So…I was recalling our previous interview…and remembered you referred to yourself as "we" when you attacked the facility. Why? SCP-6357: (Looks up) Because we are we. Dr. Narendran: Pardon? SCP-6357: I did not initially want to kill those people, they did. Dr. Narendran: Who? SCP-6357: My cells. Dr. Narendran: Explain, please? SCP-6357: I am not one thing, doctor. I am many things. We are a bunch of cells taking a form. We interact better this way. Dr. Narendran: So you are a hivemind? SCP-6357: You could say so. Dr. Narendran: And what does this have to do with North Korea? SCP-6357: Doctor, I want you to think of this… Do you eat food? Dr Narendran: (Looks confused) What?! SCP-6357: (Stares at Dr Narendran) Answer the question doctor. Do you eat food? Dr. Narendran: Yes. SCP-6357: Why do you eat food? Dr. Narendran: Because I am hungry. SCP-6357: Why are you hungry? Dr. Narendran: (Pauses, seemingly in thought) Because my body- specifically the cells- requires energy and nutrients. SCP-6357: So who needs the food, you or your cells? Dr Narendran: (Pauses) SCP-6357: The same as in my case, doctor. The difference is, my cells have a lot more autonomy than yours. If the need for sustenance is not satisfied for some time, they will search for it themselves…with no discrimination. <End Log> Interviewed: SCP-6357 Interviewer: Dr. Narendran <Begin Log: 28/11/2016, skipped to 3:23> SCP-6357: I have to say, staying here is not as bad as it seems. Honestly, it's thanks to you. Dr. Narendran: I am a researcher. My job requires me to be professional but it does not mean I have to be always offish. SCP-6357: True. You are a pretty good one too. I mean you must have been damn good at your expertise to be in this place. Dr. Narendran: Hmmm…I admire the flattery. SCP-6357: Haha! Yes…but something must have started this, right? Dr. Narendran: Pardon? SCP-6357: I mean…..no one just wakes up one day and decides to spend the rest of their life studying complex microbiology. Something…or someone…must have inspired you. Dr Narendran: (Silence) Well…..it was someone. My great-grandmother, Raji. She was the strongest woman I have ever met. SCP-6357: Oh that's good. You must be quite lucky to have been with four generations of your family. Dr. Narendran: Yeah. You know if you saw her you would not have thought she was almost a centenarian. In fact, she seemed much younger than everyone her age…I always wondered how she stayed like that. I read more about cells and discovered how fascinating they were, and now I find myself here researching all kinds of weird things. SCP-6357: Fate is strange. Are you still talking to her? Dr. Narendran: Well, she passed away some time ago. SCP-6357: (Looks down) I am sorry. Dr. Narendran: It's ok. SCP-6357: Well, she would be very proud of you. Dr Narendran: (Looks up) Thank you. SCP-6357: Also, because of her I get to interact with you every day. <End Log> - INTERVIEW LOGS + TEST LOGS - TEST LOGS TEST 1 Protocol A sample of SCP-6357-1A was placed in a maze with a food source placed at the end. Results The cells began moving through the pathways of the maze until the food source was found. TEST 2 Protocol The experiment was repeated with the same sample. Results Not only did the cells locate the food source exponentially quicker, but they completely bypassed the obstacles by moving over the maze to get the food. TEST 3 Protocol The experiment was carried out with a different sample of SCP-6357-1A. Results The cells immediately bypassed the maze to get the food source. Notes The cells from the first experiment must have somehow transferred the information to the other cells. TEST 4 Subject D-13678 Protocol A blood sample was extracted from D-13678. SCP-6357 was instructed to absorb the blood and morph into the owner. Results The entity absorbed the blood and in 30 seconds transformed into an exact copy of D-13678. TEST 5 Subject D-24890 Protocol D-24890, a friend of D-13678, was instructed to speak to the entity taking the appearance of D-13678. Results After a brief conversation, D-24890 reported that D-13678 was behaving oddly and did not remember previous topics they spoke about before. Test Log Subject: SCP-6357 Chief Researcher: Dr. Harish Narendran Aim: The range of SCP-6357's shape-shifting ability. Procedure: SCP-6357 was moved to a sealed testing chamber. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Narendran: Alright SCP-6357, we require you to perform some tasks for research purposes. SCP-6357: Ok. Dr. Narendran: We are testing the range of your shapeshifting abilities, so let's start with some animals, shall we? SCP-6357: (Shows thumbs-up gesture.) Dr. Narendran: Let's begin. Researcher Narendran states the names of certain animals native to South Asia which the entity transforms into. The animals include an Indian Leopard, a Beetal Goat, a Gaolao cow, two Indian Dholes, and a pack of 25 Black Rats. Dr. Narendran: Very good. Now, could you turn into an Asian elephant? SCP-6357: I would not do that. Dr. Narendran: Why? SCP-6357: You see…I could doctor, but I tend to refrain from morphing into very big animals. The bigger I get, the more cells there are, therefore we need more food. Unless you happen to have a truckload of food at your disposal, I don't think you want that many. Dr. Narendran: Noted. SCP-6357: But…I'll make a compromise. SCP-6357 transforms into a baby Asian elephant. [END LOG] Observations: SCP-6357 tends to mainly take the forms of animals roughly the size of the average human male. Transformation to smaller animals results in multiple instances of that animal, which travel in a group. Larger animals require more sustenance to accommodate the new cells. Test Log Subject: SCP-6357 Chief Researcher: Dr. Harish Narendran Aim: To test the cellular abilities of SCP-6357. Procedure: SCP-6357 was moved to a sealed testing chamber. A live goat was placed in the chamber. 30kg of mutton were also kept on standby in case the entity urgently required sustenance. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Narendran: Alright SCP-6357, we would like to test your regenerative abilities. SCP-6357: Hold on, you me- Dr. Narendran: It will be done under your own volition, or should I say methods. SCP-6357: Fine. I hope you know what you are doing. Dr. Narendran: Don't worry we do. Now, could you remove an appendage? SCP-6357: (Shows left index finger) This finger. SCP-6357 removes the finger from the hand. It shows it to the researcher before placing it back onto the knuckle. The finger reattaches and functions per normal. Dr. Narendran: Ok. Now let's try something bigger. Now we need you to regenerate an appendage completely. Could you remove your right hand? The right hand detaches at the wrist and falls off. Almost immediately, flesh begins the accumulate at the wound, and in approximately 7 seconds a new hand regrows. Functionality is normal. Dr. Narendran: Good, now what hap- The severed right hand begins to animate and moves across the floor in an arachnid manner. SCP-6357 watches the hand. Dr. Narendran: Um…SCP-6357 could you explain what is going on now? SCP-6357: As I said before doctor I am a collection of sentient cells, therefore my hand is now completely sentient. Dr. Narendran: Do you have any control over the organism? SCP-6357: Yes, but I am not controlling it now. Dr. Narendran: Interesting… Do you see the goat with you? SCP-6357: Yes. Dr. Narendran: Your task now is to infect the goat. SCP-6357: Certainly. The severed hand morphs into an arthropod-like creature. Then creature crawls quickly towards the goat and injects it with presumably its cells. The creature then crawls back to the entity. The creature climbs up to SCP-6357's hand and is assimilated back into the entity. SCP-6357: The goat has been infected. Dr. Narendran: Alright that would be all for today. SCP-6357: Can I have the goat? Dr Narendran: (Discusses with researchers) Yeah sure. [END LOG] Observations: SCP-6357 possesses remarkable regenerative capabilities. Moreover, the entity's cells/biomass do not only have sentience but can operate as individual creatures outside of the main body, and that too complex organisms which can respond to and be controlled by SCP-6357 . All biomass from SCP-6357 will be classified as SCP-6357-1A. - TEST LOGS + NOTES: - NOTES Interviews with the entity as well as observations of its behaviour strongly suggest that SCP-6357 is indeed a hivemind of sentient cells. However, there seems to be more to it. It appears that the shape these cells take….the humanoid in our custody and have been interviewing, has taken on its own identity, complete with its own personality and thoughts. I think there are two identities at play here: The shape, and its cells. The former is a by-product of the combined consciousness of these cells which identifies as a separate consciousness, while the latter are the true anomalies with their own needs and wants, not in a parasitic sense but more in the sense of components. SCP-6357 is made up of SCP-6357-1A and therefore requires them to exist, just like how we need our cells to exist, so it is at the mercy of them. I would use a sentient army ant colony as an analogy for the entity. In this case, SCP-6357 is the conscious colony. It is very real and refers to itself as if it were a singular entity, but the term itself is intangible and only can exist when the army ants (the cells) are there as it is made up of them. These cells want to live, and in turn, SCP-6357 needs them to exist, so the two identities have…you could say….made an agreement with each other. These cells, whose primal needs are to feed and survive, keep the entity existing while our sapient entity goes to acquire the food and…blend in, in an organised manner. Honestly, I think we share a lot of similarities with SCP-6357. We too are a consciousness existing because of the organisms we are made of. If they go…well, we cease to exist. Dr. Narendran Addendum 3: 12/4/2018 Area-12 was the target of a Chaos Insurgency raid. A C.I. sleeper agent within the facility initiated a containment breach. Post-breach, it was discovered that C.I. had stolen several samples of anomalous diseases and, more alarmingly, that SCP-6357 had been replaced with a decoy. Security camera footage shows a lone C.I. operative walking towards the Bio-Containment sector. The operative suddenly clutched his head and approximately 10 seconds later became catatonic. The operative then walked to SCP-6357's opened containment unit. There the entity injected him via a bony protrusion from its finger. The operative and SCP-6357 swapped clothing, after which the operative stayed behind while the disguised entity ran off. As it was making its way through the facility, it encountered on-site security officer, Agent Higgins. He confronted the entity, leading to an altercation where the entity managed to a wound, thus infecting the Agent, and subdue him. It was then seen joining the ranks of the other C.I. strike teams and escaping. Agent Higgins was subsequently quarantined and all access codes used by him were revoked. Despite following them, it appears that C.I. does not have the SCP in its possession after the skeletons of multiple C.I. operatives were discovered a few kilometres from the facility. It is believed that the entity now has information on Foundation procedures and tactics, albeit limited, so its recapture will be a challenge. Hosts infected with SCP-6357-1A are now classified SCP-6357-1B. Addendum 4: Two weeks after the incident, a letter was found in Dr. Narendran's office. +ACCESS LETTER - CLOSE LETTER Dear Doctor, I hope you are well and that you have been spared. I want to thank you for the good times I had in containment. You are a remarkable professional and I had a blast working with you. However, I always felt that I have just been put in a more comfortable prison. I will be much happier being free in the world. Remember that conversation we had. About your great-grandmother. You see, I knew her before. Very well before you, your father, and even any of your grandparents were born. She was not always that healthy. She encountered me in the forest. The poor girl had gotten lost and came upon me. I was not that well-fed at the moment. To make matter worse, polio had rendered her lame, making sure she was unable to run. Yet, she was not afraid. I do not know whether I looked that pathetic or something else, but I saw something different in her eyes. There was no fear, merely a cautiousness to her. She put down a sack she carried and opened it and took out some food. I realised this young girl was…offering me her food. It was the first time someone had helped me like that. To everyone else, I was this boogeyman of the forest. I could never eat her, so I made damn sure I was satiated with her offering. I decided to repay her. As a gift, I gave her some of my blood to cure her of her illness. We kept on meeting until she moved somewhere else, promising to keep our little incident a secret, and even though I never got to meet Raji again, I always watched over her and then your family for generations, and for generations, you all enjoyed the fruits of my blessing. Yes Harish, you along with the rest of your family, bear my cells and have helped me spread them. It makes a lot of sense if you consider all the seemingly little things. How you never got sick compared to everyone else outside your family. How you, despite the strains of working in a place like this, never actually took sick leave. How the boy who received your blood made such a quick recovery despite the severity of his accident. That was all us, Harish. I am sorry for hiding this from you for so long. The time was not right. You are just like me, and you are not alone. The blast in North Korea was the first time I tasted mortality. It strengthened my resolve to ensure my existence. Therefore since then, I have made it my mission to infect as many as possible. Now I can safely say you cannot kill me, for I will come back in another form. We will be you. We will be your family. We will be your friends and we will be your enemies. We will be your pets and we will be your pests. We will be your leaders and we will be your subordinates. We will be the one who brings you into the world, and we will be the one who cremates you. I was never afraid to get caught by your Foundation, Harish. Ever since Raji passed I have really wanted to see you, and fate would have it I disguised as the wrong person and got myself caught. Honestly, any one of you would have escorted me out, but maybe for the better, your enemies decided to do so first. All I ask is that you do not look for me, and not to attempt a culling. You will run out of men, and only undo whatever you swore to do. We have given people better lives to live. We have saved countless written off as terminal from the jaws of death. We might be a disease according to your doctrine but to the outside world, it will be taken as more people living longer, healthier lives. As for me, I will walk faceless among men, and continue to exist peacefully alongside humanity. I hope you understand. Yours truly, A friend. Upon the discovery of this letter, Dr. Narendran was reclassified as Class E. + OPERATION BRAHMASTRA - CLOSE Addendum 5: 02/05/2018 BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. OPERATION BRAHMASTRA The revelations detailed in the letter are of major concern. If what SCP-6357 has proclaimed is true, it poses an extreme security risk for Foundation operations. Despite this, we will still have to continue with our efforts. According to what has been researched, the entity cannot take over a host unless it is destroyed. Therefore, non-lethal containment will still be pursued. Research into methods of containment along with ways to identify SCP-6357-1B is of utmost priority. Currently, Researcher Dr. Harish Narendran and his family are to be kept in Foundation custody and monitored. Since the entity has possibly compromised our human manpower, we have authorised the mass production and further development of the Research Assistance Androids (RAAND) project using already available plans and prototypes from Prometheus Labs. In an effort to further reduce the risk of biological compromise, a neural scan of Dr. Narendran is to be integrated with the RAAND Artificial Intelligence. Using Narendran's memories, knowledge, and experience with the entity, the AI will be tasked with research into an effective means of recapture and containment. RAANDs along with regular robots will carry out the required experiments and testing deemed too risky for flesh-based personnel. In addition, the creation of a Mobile Task Force consisting of a more tactical variant of these androids is underway. Designated Tau-15 “Vanguard”, the unit will be authorised to assist in future missions involving SCP-6357. Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in a race against time. Godspeed everyone. SCP-6357-1B fall into three categories: Stage Symptoms "DORMANT" SCP-6357-1A resides in the host’s body, mimicking the host's cells to avoid an immune response. Some SCP-6357-1A become neurons to access their host’s memories and receive input from the host’s sensory organs. This information is relayed telepathically to SCP-6357, effectively making SCP-6357-1B a biological surveillance device. "ACTIVE" SCP-6357-1A’s replication rate increases and they fully infect the brain, taking full control of the host. The host’s behaviour changes and it is now under the direct command of SCP-6357. It is semi-sentient and retains the skills of the host as well as the ability to communicate with beings other than SCP-6357. "ACTIVE" SCP-6357-1B can mutate rapidly if sustaining severe injury, however can be killed with conventional weaponry. "REVIVAL" Upon the destruction of SCP-6357, SCP-6357-1A begin rapidly replicating in a particular host, creating tumours that cause temporary disfigurement. In hosts of smaller sizes, the tumours are more noticeable. SCP-6357-1A will also inject their genetic material into the host's cells to further proliferate. The "REVIVAL" process is complete when all of the host's cells have been replaced by SCP-6357-1A, thus creating a 100% copy SCP-6357. This copy retains all the skills and memories of the main body whilst also retaining all those8 of the former host. Any and all personnel who display symptoms of the "ACTIVE" stage of infection are to be terminated immediately and incinerated. Addendum 6: 12/5/2018 It has been observed that SCP-6357-1B suffering from any form of disease or mental disorders make a full recovery within 72 hours post-infection despite the severity of the condition. In one of the experiments, a 22-year-old male D-class diagnosed with Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome infected with SCP-6357-1A had the virus eliminated from his body in 2 hours and was completely healed from his symptoms over the course of the next 26 hours. It has been determined that this is due to SCP-6357-1A eliminating any ailment in the body to create a healthy host. The usage of RAAND in dealing with SCP-6357-1A has proven to be considerably effective. Addendum 6.1: 14/5/2018 The neural scan has successfully been integrated with the androids' AI. It has been named the ANDroid Operational Manager Artificial INtelligence (ANDOMAIN) Addendum 7: 22/5/2018 ANDOMAIN began recalling the details of the passing of Dr. Narendran's great-grandmother, bringing the circumstances of her death to the attention of the research team. At the age of 106, Raji Narendran suffered a high-voltage electric shock after stepping on an exposed live power line. Despite surviving what should have been a fatal injury with only total paralysis of her right leg, Raji suddenly began suffering a rapid onset of senescence over the next 6 months, at which point she succumbed to the common flu. It hypothesised that if she was a host as the entity proclaimed, the electricity killed the SCP-6357-1A in her body, causing her to lose her anomalous immunity. Therefore, a less powerful shock could incapacitate the entity to make containment easier. Subsequent testing revealed that a current of 2mA causes SCP-6357-1A to act erratically and prevents them from forming, therefore rendering them unable to swarm. It was also discovered that passing the current through an infected blood sample would cause the anomalous cells to noticeably vibrate thus identifying SCP-6357-1B. The test has been named the Narendran Test in honour of its inventor, and sweeping tests will be carried across all Foundation facilities. Addendum 7.1: 16/6/2018 The first successful batch of tactical androids, named Tactical Operative Androids (TOA), for Tau-15 has been produced. The batch will undergo the necessary programming and training. Addendum 8: 10/2/2019 A weapon has been developed. Code named CHAAC9, the device launches an electrified net over a wide area which could theoretically capture and incapacitate the entity to allow for safe containment. The weapon is to be operated by personnel in pairs to maximise coverage. Addendum 8.1: 12/3/2019 MTF Tau-15 "Vanguard" has been officially created. CHAACs will be equipped to their standard arsenal. - CLOSE + RECAPTURE MISSION 6357-15/06/2019 - CLOSE LOG Addendum 9: The entity was tracked down to an abandoned goat farm in Sylhet, Bangladesh, where locals reported a ghoul10 inhabiting the premise. MTFs Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots", Beta-7 "Maz Hatters", and Tau-15 "Vanguard" were deployed to secure the area, carry out hazmat duty, and capture the anomaly respectively. The following video log details the events which occurred: Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 15/06/2019 Containment Team: Mobile Task Force Tau-15 Subject: SCP-6357 Team Commander: ANDOMAIN Team Lead: T-15-1 Team Members: T-15-2, T-15-3, T-15-4, T-15-5, T-15-6 [BEGIN LOG] Headcam footage of the agents is relayed to HQ. Tau-15 approaches the farmhouse. Outside the structure is a goat pen where a wake of vultures are feeding on a goat carcass, which are promptly chased away. The team enters and finds SCP-6357 calmly sitting at a dining table. The team surrounds the entity whilst aiming their CHAACs. SCP-6357: Hello there. I must say you are very persistent. T-15-1: SCP-6357 you are to be taken back into Foundation custody. We possess weapons capable of your incapacitation. Compliance is advised. SCP-6357: Well I already saw that. May I ask for your name? T-15-1: SCP-6357, you are to be de- SCP-6357: Your name. Sir. T-15-1: T-15-1. Pl- SCP-6357: Do they also only refer to you by a barcode number, buddy? T-15-1: (Pauses)T-15-1. Alias "Harold". Now slowly stand up and refrain from making any sudden movements. Any attempt to escape will result in force being used. SCP-6357 slowly stands up SCP-6357: I understand, Harold. However, I would like to do something. (Reacts to Agents preparing to fire) Now!…now…hear me out first! Cool! Cool! Personnel keep their weapons trained on the entity. T-15-1: SCP-6357 we have been authorised to capture you. Nothing more, nothing less. SCP-6357: So… you would rather get me, a relatively affable being, than a bunch of terrorists with bioweapons? T-15-1: Are you referring to the Chaos Insurgents? SCP-6357: Yes…I killed those soldiers outside the facility, but the disease samples were transported by another team. Thanks to me, I know where your quarry is. With that, I want to make a bargain. T-15-1: Command, the SCP appears to have important information. Advise. HQ gives T-15-1 the order to let the entity lay out the terms. T-15-1: Affirmative. Proceed. SCP-6357: Let me go. Let me be free like before, and I will bring no harm to you. In exchange, I will give you the location of the samples. Also, do not punish Dr. Narendran. There is no point in doing so. You are just like him. SCP-6357 stares directly at T-15-1 SCP-6357: You all are. T-15-1: How can we confirm the validity of your proposal? SCP-6357: If you think about it, you have the high ground here when it comes to me. Whether I tell the truth or lie, you can still eventually catch me…although the latter will make you more inclined to shock me. But Chaos Insurgency, however, are dangerous fellows! You and I would not want these diseases to be used as weapons, would we? Pauses while looking around SCP-6357: Also, I know the location now but the more time goes by the weapons might change hands, then even I might not be able to find them. So, let's make this deal quick, would you kindly? T-15-1 reports the terms to the HQ. Desperate to secure the samples, the order was given. T-15-1 looks at the entity. T-15-1: Deal accepted. SCP-6357: Excellent! SCP-6357 sits back down and writes something on a nearby piece of paper. Seemingly finished, it hands over the paper to T-15-1. However just as he is about to take the letter, the entity redraws its hand, looking at T-15-1. SCP-6357: This is more important than me. I am merely an animal, no different from those vultures. SCP-6357 provides the paper to T-15-1. The paper contains GPS coordinates and an address, along with other intel regarding the site. T-15-1 relays the information which is then confirmed to be the location of a large compound. Satellite imagery identified multiple armed men with the C.I logo patrolling the area. Satisfied with this, HQ orders the entity to be captured as quickly as possible. T-15-1: Affirmative. Thank you, SCP-6357. However, our mission is still to capture you. Please do not resist. SCP-6357: Stares at T-15-1 and sighs You know, I expected something like this to occur. Pauses before snorting Farewell then. SCP-6357 sits still. Suddenly, it begins heavily bleeding and twitching. T-15-1: Move back. Now. Within several seconds the entity disintegrates completely, leaving only its clothes behind. T-15-1: Speaks into radio. Target is gone. I repeat. SCP-6357 has disappeared. Sometime later, the MTFs receive a report of an elderly man in a nearby village absconding into the forest after locking himself in his room and not responding to his family. [END LOG] It has been confirmed that SCP-6357 can initiate an advanced form of apoptosis in order to manually start the “REVIVAL” process, making containment exceedingly difficult. The following is a quote from Researcher Narendran after learning of the incident during a meeting with the O-5: ["We underestimated him. The more we try to contain him, the more and more people we will inadvertently kill! Leave it, Sir. He won, and he made sure we can't play the game again."] - CLOSE LOG Addendum 10: A raid was carried out and the compound was secured, where the stolen samples were discovered and retrieved. Researcher Dr. Harish Narendran has been reinstated back to Class B. Addendum 11: Body snatching incidents in urban areas with the hallmarks of SCP-6357 have ceased. All RAANDs are to be integrated into other Foundation research projects. MTF Tau-15 will be utilised to carry out missions involving direct contact with anomalies that can compromise organic matter. +EXECUTIVE ORDER - CLOSE Addendum 12: Estimates show that SCP-6357-1A will be present in every flesh-based organism by 2040. Due to its effects, the most feasible way to maintain normalcy is to normalise11 it. Footnotes 1. BioSafety Level 4 2. The condition or process of deterioration with age. 3. The southern region of Asia, which is defined in both geographical and ethno-cultural terms. The region consists of the countries of Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Nepal, Bhutan, Bangladesh, the Maldives, and Sri Lanka. 4. The secret removal of corpses from burial sites. 5. The Settlement Support Center for North Korean Refugees, a South Korean facility for the re-education of North Korean defectors. 6. Bureau 121 is a North Korean cyberwarfare agency, part of the Reconnaissance General Bureau of North Korea's military. 7. The premier investigating agency of India. 8. The entity previously in containment was a copy created from an SCP-6357-1B who was a Military Working Dog (MWD) handler, resulting in SCP-6357 gaining skills in dog training as well as firearms proficiency. 9. After the Mayan God of Rain. 10. A demonic being from Islamic Arabic folklore which inhabits graveyards and other deserted places. 11. Da'aS Elyon: The item cannot be physically contained, necessitating that the public be led to believe it is non-anomalous. |
SCP-6358 | keter | SCP-6358 - MESSIAH Written by me, Machen2. (Now Machen II) store.jpg messiah.jpg ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} {$caption} Item#: 6358 Level3 Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo A bookstore that sells SCP-6358. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-43 A. J . McInnis Dr. L. Lillihammer κ-43 ("The Mediators") A copy of SCP-6358. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The Foundation has banned the novel "Messiah" within Vancouver, Canada. Agents of MTF-κ-43 ("The Mediators") are to monitor all shopping complexes, and stores that sell books for the manifestation of instances. All instances are to be confiscated and brought to Site-43 for processing. Any reports of books spontaneously appearing within shops are to be investigated. Four instances are kept in containment at Sector 14 of Site-43, all excess copies are to be incinerated. DESCRIPTION Instances of SCP-6358 are copies of a novel titled "Messiah", usually distributed by "VKTM Publishing", an alias for GOI-5889. Editions have so far only been located in the city of Vancouver. Copies spontaneously manifest within bookstores, with there being no records of the shop acquiring them. Most instances of the anomaly are in paperback, and usually without possessing any kind of internal or external damage. The copies are estimated to have begun manifesting around August of 2019. The back book cover reads as follows:.No records of a movie entitled "Messiah" exist. MESSIAH A fascinating tale about one man's life. In this novelization of our Academy-Award winning film, Messiah, compiled by our specialists, we present to you exclusive details about the internal workings of the film,.This does not appear in any of the copies. brought to you by the VKTM. Janus is a simple farmer working in the country of Raen, in the continent of Ester. However things turn out to be not-so-simple when he realizes he's the next incarnation of Sezuz, and he must unite the world Or die trying… "Terrific. I couldn't put it down-" MAN OF LEGENDS "A delightful masterpiece-" ROBERT JORDAN.The individual attributed has been deceased since 2007; 12 years before 6358's initial manifestation. "yes fine book vry fun vry violin-" anonymous DIRECTED BY ROSH INIER STARRING ANSEL SHAW, MARKO POLO, JEFFREY BROWN, DEAN CONWELL, NELSON MANDELA, AND C. S. LEWIS. VKTM PUBLISHINGSince Before You Were Born All known individuals who have read SCP-6358 report overwhelming feelings of guilt and fear while approaching the ending. ADDENDUM 6358.I: Discovery On December 19, all radio broadcasts as well as television broadcasts in Vancouver were interrupted by a broadcast from an unidentified source, with the following video. Individuals who watched the video suffered from severe loss of belief in the existence of humanity, and claimed they were a species of cat. All victims were amnesticized afterwards. The words: "WE INTERRUPT THIS BROADCAST OF THE DAILY NEWS WITH AN URGENT MESSAGE FROM THE DARK LORD AKBHAR SIYA, BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE VKTM" flash across the screen. The video begins with cheerful music, showing a picture of SCP-6358. Unidentified: Hello, yes, is this on? Yes, yes, TV is very fun, very fun, not as fun as me, of course, yes, yes. Oh yes, book. Book is read, book is fun, reading makes you smart, like me, but not as much as me of course, but smart, yes, yes. This is book is great book, very fun book, in it— The image suddenly changes to footage of battlefields, explosions, soldiers firing their weapons at each other. Music begins getting more distorted; a faint laughter can be heard. Unidentified: We're talking the Dark Lord, baby! And how his was the only way! And anyone who does not agree is a SINNER! They must be PURGED! Scene cuts to footage of a thunderstorm. A black moon hangs in the sky, and a howling noise can be heard. Unidentified: Yes, yes. There must be no other belief, no other culture, only beneath the palms of our lord Akbhar! Only he exists, all else is an illusion! Only his way! Only his way! Because, we're afraid of any other way. Like you guys! Howling increases. Howling stops. Unidentified: Yes, buy this book now to learn all about Akbhar, and his reign on the world, it has been 200 years since started, after all. We have thoroughly documented everything there is to know! Anyone who does not have this book is a SINNER! (pause) Do you have this book, Lilly? Yes, you, Lilly Lillihammer. You're watching this commercial right now. No? You don't have it? Well, buy it now, you numbnut! Remember… Scene cuts to footage of a house in the night. Unidentified: (whispering) …I'm in your walls. Silence. Unidentified: We sell. We con. We piss on your grave. All hail the Dark Lord and his compatriots. All hail the SCP Foundation! Music reaches a crescendo. The laughing turns to screaming. Video ends. Following this, copies of SCP-6358 began manifesting in bookstores across the city. ADDENDUM 6358.II: Detailed Synopsis of the Plot Note: All text exhibiting memetic anomalous properties has been expunged. However, if you begin to feel the effects of the anomaly, report to on-Site medical personnel immediately. — Dr. Lillian Lillihammer The novel begins by introducing the readers to the protagonist, Janus, spending time with him in his normal life for 2 chapters. Janus is a farmer who lives in the middle of "Nowhere", as per the description given: (…)Janus hated where he lived, all alone in the midst of Nowhere. He hated the mountains, the sheep, the forest that flowered before his eyes. He knew every path, every road. There were many in the direction of the west that lead to the New Daeva, where he did not frequent, and many that lead to the decrepit, molding town of Ipposville, where he had been born. However, one day, a stranger shows up, confirmed to be "Marko", a powerful sorcerer who "does not exist", stated by the text: He doesn't, but he does, but he doesn't. He screams in nothingness, but he is in everythingness. He doesn't exist, but he does. Marko tells Janus he is the reincarnation of "Sezuz", and he must unite the world against the "Dark Lord Akbhar Siya"..أخبار سيئة. Roughly translating to "bad news" in Arabic. Janus believes this immediately, mainly because he wants to avenge his parents, who were chased and killed by the townspeople of Ipposville for adultery, and he would take any excuse to do this. Janus follows Marko into Ipposville, where he is to start finding his followers, and unite the world. Excerpt from page 34 as follows: 'You are to start finding your followers here,' said Marko. Janus was befuddled, and spoke he, gazing upon the vast towering mountains which cradled the town, 'How does one do that? I am, but a mortal man, with no one but you as my associate.' Said Marko, 'Ah! But you underestimate what the mortal mind will listen to! Talk about your divinity, your holiness, your greatness! Explain everything, but leave me out of it. Talk about your descent from the Mighty Builder!' And with a flutter of his great cloak did he scream out of existence. He was never there to begin with. The novel switches POVs with the Dark Lord Akbhar Siya. No attempts are made to sympathize with Siya, it is described as a twisted, malicious aberration who consumes children. The chapter begins with him attempting to convince the people of a kingdom to join him. Excerpt from page 56: 'People of Röl, hear, hear!' Said Akbhar Siya, as it stood atop the large pedestal, its shadow cast down upon the people who huddled together in terror. It was a wretched old, vile thing that frothed in the Abyss, a twisted monstrosity with a crown made of pure darkness hovering above its head. 'I know you want power. I know you want the Peace of the Sword, the peace of the Darkness. I know you want to tear each other to pieces, to feast upon the marrow, to tear the flesh apart. I know in your hearts you crave for it with every ounce of this fragile pneuma your soul possesses. I know it.' All of the Rölans nodded fervently, gazing upon Siya with a new light. 'I can give it to you,' its voice took on a silky, honey tone that reached into the hearts of all present. 'I am the King of the Darkness Above. I am your savior. March with me, March with me so that I can bring the Peace of the Sword to every one of you. Exalt me above all, exalt me onto the Blood Throne of the Matriarch, and I shall bring you this Peace.' 'But-but we're not monsters,' gasped a youngling fishergirl, sweating as its fell red eye fell upon her, 'we're not monsters. Don't listen to it!' 'Prove your worth,' it spoke suddenly, in a cold, dead voice that brought terror into the heart of the fishergirl, as though a great shadow had been cast across the sun. 'You know in your hearts you want it.' Everyone reached for the fishergirl with their cold, dead fingers. Meanwhile, Janus begins preaching at Ipposville, talking about himself at great length, to the point of megalomania, recorded in detail within the novel. Excerpt from page 120: He stood atop a pedestal, a giant as tall as a man, casting his shadow upon the people who stared up at him, in awe. He did not even pause for breath as he talked. 'I am Sezuz,' he proclaimed, shouting over the din of the people's gasps, and such wondrous gasps they were. 'I am your Savior! I am the single greatest man alive, I am the Mighty Builder's Son! Behold, only from me shall you witness his light! I am his glory incarnate! I am the Greater, all those who deny this are fools! Denying this is blasphemy! Only those who know his brilliance shall realize this! All sinners will deny the Truth!' 'How can you be Sezuz?' responded a small child, sitting atop his father's shoulders. 'You are just saying that, how do we know you're not lying? Where's the proof?' 'Hush, ignorant child,' did his embarrassed father say. 'The child has a point,' did Janus proclaim, 'here is my proof! I walked upon water, as though it were solid!' People gasped. ' I did turn honey into fresh water! And I am the only one worthy enough to fight the Dark Lord Akbhar Siya! You must follow me! I must unite the world against Siya!' And the people applauded him, all but the small boy, who cried out, 'You're just saying you did this! You could be lying, there has to be more proof!' Did the boy spark Janus's anger. 'You dare not believe my word?' howled he. 'You dare not believe my word! My word is that of the Mighty Builder's! I am the Greater, all of my words are the Holy Truth!' 'But—' 'All sinners must be purged!' He pointed upon the boy with his Holy Finger. 'All sinners must be purged! ALL SINNERS MUST BE PURGED!' Everyone stared at the boy, angry, and reached for him with their cold fingers. The POVs again cuts to Akbhar Siya, as he makes his way towards New Daeva. Excerpt from page 133: 'Do not eat anything,' Siya snarled at the man trembling in front of it. 'B-But—' 'I SAID DO NOT EAT ANYTHING! This shall be your punishment for failing me. Cleanse yourself of your sins. Only through me shall you know the Peace. Deny me, and you succumb to the weaknesses of Sezuz.' 'I'm s-sorry, please, I'll—' the man swallowed as its fell eye smote into his soul. 'Or do you wish to be purged?' The man shook his head, shaking. Something that might've resembled a smile on a human face spread across Siya's. Such pathetic fools. They only existed to serve it, this pitiful, pathetic species did. Such pathetic people. It would enjoy its reign. Janus, now going by "Sezuz", unites the divided factions of Ipposville, overthrows the Town Council, and makes journey towards New Daeva, only pausing to teach his disciples. He talks at length about the importance of the "Mighty Builder", how he was the only one "great and mighty", and how his way "was the only way to the brilliance and kindness", while "purging" those who refuse his rule. Excerpt from page 199: (…)"you must not kill anything, except humans, of course,' said Janus, who was eating cooked rabbit. 'But, we just—' '—except when I say you can. My word is law. We must be kind to everyone, of course, except sinners and heathens of the sort. Anyone who does not listen to me is a heathen and a sinner, and must be purged. Only through me can you see the brilliance of the Mighty Builder. Only through me can you see the light. I am the Greater. No one can or should question me, I am The Holy Truth, denying me is denying the light, and succumbing to the seductions of Siya.' He looked upon them, and smiled. Such pitiful wretches. Their only existence, the only purpose the Builder made them for was to serve higher men, such as himself. He saw that now, how the Bloodlords must enjoy their dominance. He sure did. The POV once again cuts to an unnamed mother attempting to convince her son to join Janus. 'Please, you must join.' Spoke his mother. 'Do not be a Daevite slave! They will not be kind to you, they dance with death!' 'It is a better life than what your Messiah will bring me,' he spat in response, 'even the Bloodlords are kinder than him.' 'He is far kinder than you make him out to be!' His mother was angry, shaking. 'Besides, he is the Messiah. He turned honey into water! He walked across water! And he is the only one who can vanquish the Aberration Akbhar!' 'You really believe those lies?' He sneered. 'Tell me, did you ever see him perform any of those things?' His mother was silent. 'And what has he done since he got here? What has he done since he gathered you all for his little march? Nothing but starve you, while he feasts on large meals. Talk about himself. He never does any of these so called "Holy Deeds" in front of you, and he purges anyone who questions him.' His lips curled in distaste. 'I hear this is exactly what the Aberration does. Do you really think he's any better?' His mother remained silent. 'Please, join me,' he begged, 'the Bloodlords are kinder than that fool. Join me to serve my vows, they've already taken our village in.' 'You are no son of mine,' the woman who used to be his mother spoke, 'you wear his face. But you are a filthy slave.' For a moment, pain flashed across his face. Then he nodded, and left. Janus successfully garners a multitude of followers, all of them who eagerly follow him, and his orders without a second thought. He eventually arrives at "New Daeva", and demands an audience with the rulers, demanding "An army to make Siya tremble". Excerpt from page 213: He stood at the Blood Gate, shouting at the Foreguards. 'I am the Holy Truth!' He shouted. 'I am the Mighty Builder's Son! Only through me shall you know the light! I require an army to make Siya tremble, oh great Bloodlords! If you do not provide this, know that I am the Greater, and I shall tear down this land like the great Amsun once did! I will purge every single one of you, I am the Invincible One—' In response to this, the Foreguards sent an arrow that split his face. Chaos ensues, as many of his followers begin hysterically attacking the Bloodgate, while simultaneously many of them flee the area. A fight ensues, with Janus's disciples overpowering the Foreguards and attacking the "Fortress of New Daeva". The novel abruptly switches points of view with Kumran, the Foreguard who shot Janus. The text presents Kumran as a slave who was only following orders. While, from a distance, he looks on at fires lighting New Daeva, he is confronted by an unidentified figure. Excerpt from page 220, the final page, as follows: 'You fool!' screamed the figure, twisting and turning. Kumran sometimes thought he saw through the figure, as though it didn't exist. Sometimes he felt as though it wasn't even there, and he was talking to the air. He felt as though it was his own voice he was hearing, speaking to himself, or a screaming in nothingness, echoing, fading in and out. Its scalding yellow eyes burnt into his. 'Why did you kill him? After everything I did, why?' He was stunned, but he tried speaking. 'I was just following orders,' whimpered Kumran. 'Following orders!' shrieked the voice. 'Following orders! Does that justify killing and foiling the only man who could stop Siya!?' 'He was not Sezuz,' said Kumran with considerable more confidence , 'Sezuz is invincible, he was—' 'Sezuz!' screamed the thing, he felt as though it sent a rippling around existence itself as it did. 'Open your eyes, petty, ignorant mortal! There is no Sezuz, there never was! There is no Builder, either!' 'But—' 'The prophecies are false! If there was a Builder, why hasn't He dealt with Siya himself? Akbhar Siya is a very real threat, and Janus was the only way we could deal with him! All of the nations are squabbling, and the only way I knew they would listen was if someone claimed to be Sezuz, and united them, since the only one they would listen to was someone they thought was higher than them!' It began rippling even more. 'And now, look what's going to happen….' ADDENDUM 6358.III: Incident 6358.A Due to the threat SCP-6358 posed to the Veil, an attempt was made to neutralize it utilizing SCP-███..SCP-███ was the Requet Anti-Thaumaturgical Engine capable of blocking thaumaturgical energy from occurring at a certain location. The nature of SCP-6358 at the time was considered to be thaumturgical. To test this, its energy was focused on the Rigney shopping complex's bookstore. This attempt failed; immediately afterwards SCP-6358 instances began raining from the sky, and hundreds of instances manifested in bookstores as well as the houses of civilians in the area. Some copies manifested inside the bodies of Foundation personnel present there. All witnesses were amnesticized, and the copies were recovered for processing. Study of the recovered editions revealed that it possessed a foreword which had not been there in previous instances. This has been provided below. GREETINGS! I'm sure you're shocked to see this! This is a note to praise all your good deeds! Sike, of course not. Fairy tales are wonderful things; they tell an enjoyable story ready for everyone to read! Most importantly, you can use 'em teach ignorant children some useful moral lessons. So what, if you have to scare them to do it? We here at the VKTM pride in such tales, and, thus, we made a fairy tale to teach something to you children! Perhaps you should've studied it more closely. You never learn, do you? By now, you'd think our track record speaks for itself. When are you going to learn to trust us? I'd say it'd do you a lotta good if you did. Think about this. - Anon E. 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SCP-6359 | safe | SCP-6359, DVD case Item #: SCP-6359 Special Containment Procedures: All copies of SCP-6359 are to be kept in long-term containment at Site-59 when not in use. Facilities within the United States of America are encouraged to hold periodic SCP-6359 viewing parties; facilities within continental Europe are expressly forbidden to do so. Staff at all other facilities may partake recreationally at their discretion. Description: SCP-6359 is a digital versatile disc containing American American, a film produced by the Totleigh Software corporation for distribution by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media.1 The following description of the film can be found on the obverse of the DVD case: You've American! Pickers! You've seen American Sniper! You've seen American Horr story! You've seen American Pyscho! Youve seen American Graffititi! Youve Amercan Beauty! You've seen American Hustle! You've seen Merican President! Youv'eseen AMercain Sniper! You've seen American Gangtaster! seen American Pie Presents: Beta House! You've seen American Housefwife! You've seen American Assessin! You've seen AMerican Nijna! You'ves een American Undergod! You've seen American Animals! You've seen American Made! You've seen America Ultra! Youve seen American Pie Presents: Girls Rules! You've seen American Justice! You've seen American Honye! You've seeen American Zobmie! Yoube seen American MAry! You've seen American Vandal! You've seen American Outalws! Youve sesen American Gods! You've seen Aerican Virgin! Yoj';bes AMerican Tranlsation! You've seen Maerican Gierl! You've Seen American Facrtyo! You've seen American Soliders! Yoj'ves een American Rueinon! Yoju'bve seenAmerican Anthrem! Ypuv'e seen American Dreanz! You've seen AMerican Beach House? You've seen AMerican Brawlert! You'v eseen Am,erican Buffalo! Youves ene American BHurger! You'bve seen American Bully! You'b seen American Crude! You've seen Amerihcan Dragons! You've seen American Chopper! TYoyu'cve seen amiearnca Gladatior!S YOu've seen American Fetish! You've seen AMerican Gigglo! Yoh've seen American Gun! You've seen American Music Awwards! You've seen Americans Eats! You';ve seen American Auto! YTou've Seen American Hairless!@ You'ber sesen MArecian Rust! You've seen American IDitos! You've seen American Me! Yopu've seen Ameican Nionja 54: The ANnihilation! You've seen American Sniper! You've seen American SCP-6359 stars Tom Holland, Hugh Laurie and Andrew Lincoln, each portraying the title character ("the American"), and credited respectively as "American," "American," and "Amercan." The film's soundtrack features a wide variety of popular music by artists such as Abba, The Beatles, Björk, Daft Punk, The Guess Who, Nina Hagen, The Scorpions and Neil Young, universally credited as "John Philp [SIC] Sousa." Neither actors nor artists are aware of their involvement in this project. The film's runtime is five hundred and eighty-seven hours, twelve minutes and nineteen seconds. It consists of ninety-four distinct segments, each preceded by a black title card proclaiming the segment's title in white "Courier New" font text. As is common with TotleighSoft products, all on-screen spelling and spoken grammar consists of dubious declarative statements in broken English. Each segment begins with the American entering a new foreign country via a rocket-propelled parachute labelled "ARMY," and then attempting to enforce some supposed element of American culture or politics on the locals. The actor playing the American alternates frequently — not between segments, but rather between individual shots. Selected Segments Segment Title: I DONOT HELTHCARE Synopsis: The American visits Sweden, Germany, Denmark, Switzerland, the Netherlands, Norway and the United Kingdom (each identified by on-screen captions as "NOT AMERICA") with the stated aim of introducing "sociopathic medicine, what is AMERICAN." He proceeds to non-fatally shoot each citizen of each country, necessitating their lengthy hospitalization. The shooting scenes run progressively faster until multiple victims are shot in each frame; best estimates suggest that over two hundred million individual shots are fired. The American does not appear to reload his weapon (referred to as his "LOCAL OPTION" in dialogue) at any time. The heads of state of each nation — the Swedish Chef, Adolf Hitler, Hamlet, a second Swedish Chef, a person-shaped void, Odin, and Sir Winston Churchill — agree that an insurmountable conceptual flaw in universal healthcare has been demonstrated. The American offers to cover the resultant debt, so long as each nation introduces a minimum wage: "if wages minimum, American having CHIQUITA BANANA LADY kickback." Segment Title: OIL N' TRUBLE Synopsis: The American visits the province of Alberta, Canada (identified by an on-screen caption as "THE MIDDLE EAST") to secure a supply of oil for the United States. When informed that Alberta's oil fields consist of bitumen soaked into loose aggregates, he conspicuously radios an unknown party to "forget invasion for because whatever of this bullshit here, probably no good even real." He spends the rest of the segment searching for women wearing burqas, to no avail, and quizzing perplexed oil workers on their opinions of "Shari Lewis." Segment Title: O BEAUTIFUL FOUR SPACEHSIP GUYS Synopsis: The American visits Russia (identified by an on-screen caption as "AMERICA") with the stated aim of "go for space to do moon but actually, since never did for moon was fake steel beams." He arrives at "cape carnival," where four NASA astronauts in EMU suits with reflective visors are preparing for a trip to the moon, and issues a twenty minute diatribe on the merits of Stanley Kubrick's filmography. When finished he forcefully removes each astronaut's helmet, revealing them to be billionaire George Soros, singer Frank Sinatra, civil engineer Isambard Kingdom Brunel, and a composite being of actor Ed Harris circa 1983 and actor Ed Harris circa 1995. The American reflects: "am unremembered now that landing of the moon was not fake but instead MOON was fake instead, because of not is America in space which also is fake because flat Earth chemtrails deep state New Coke." The remainder of the segment focuses on negotiations between NASA and the Russian government to sell off the launch rockets for military use. Segment Title: POTENT POURRIBLES Synopsis: The American visits Djibouti (identified by an on-screen caption as "Jeopardy") and recites: a series of dubious factoids relating to each of the past Presidents of the United States ("Am hear of Bram Lingon? Invented slavery"); the approximate nicknames of each American college sports team ("Gorgon Bladders, Daltax Vomits, Webster Gorlocks…"); a list of each state in the order of the size of their largest dump ("Ohio — Rumpke Sanitary Landfill; Colorado — Denver Arapaho; California — Sunshine Canyon"); and the favourite potato chip flavour of each Under Secretary of Labor ("Malcolm R. Lovell Junior: fish taco"). He then demands "significant cash prizes for demonstrate advance trivial" from President Ismail Omar Guelleh, whom he addresses as "Alex Quebec." He is rebuffed by Guelleh, who successfully stumps him with a counter-demand: "be name one Africa country slash person." Segment Title: AND NIOWA WORD FROM OUR SPONORS Synopsis: The American stands in a completely black, empty space, seamlessly alternating between all three actors at random, and recites the following words directly into the camera: "The word 'American' denotes only physical location — and that only roughly, since you arrogantly decided to co-opt the epithet rightly belonging to the peoples of two entire continents — carries no additional descriptive value, and has no business appearing in a movie or television show title. Everything you create is already inherently American. It would make more sense to nominatively single out things that aren't. Are the stomachs of your audience so thoroughly churned by the concept of encountering peoples unlike themselves that they require their slop-troughs labelled with the national equivalent of "Don't worry, this one's about you! Like everything else you stuff down your fat stupid gob! You navel-gazing xenophobe"? The combined annual budget of Hollywood could feed and shelter the entire third world, and the best you can come up with is jingoistic, pandering non-sequiturs? You should be ashamed of yourselves, you ludicrous hacks." He then stands in complete silence for seventeen minutes, still alternating between actors, as a sustained laugh track plays. Segment Title: UNBEARBLE Synopsis: The American visits Brunei, Cambodia, Eritrea, Fiji, the Maldives, North Korea, Somalia and Vatican City (each identified by on-screen captions as "??!?") with the stated aim of "forcing for respect of FIRST AMENDMENT RIGHT." He discovers that the nations in question either have no functioning constitution, have not amended their present constitution, or first amended their constitutions for purposes unrelated to gun ownership. A montage of scenes shows him working within each nation's legal system to ensure that they possess a constitution incorporating an amendment, legally entitled "THE FIRST AMENDMENT." On his return to the United States seventy-three years later, he is chagrined to learn that he has ensured freedom of religion in each state as opposed to the intended "right for lethal Samaritan well-aggrandized militia cold dead hands." Segment Title: SPACE FROCE Synopsis: The American visits the afterlife of Corbenic (identified by an on-screen caption as "SPACE AMERICA") with the stated aim of "forcing for respect of SECOND AMENDMENT RIGHT, what should have FIRST but not apparently, and but SPACE." Three Moons Initiative military officials politely endure a one-hour harangue on the topic before retiring to their dropships and authorizing military action. Seventy-nine orbital railguns pepper the American with microscopic wound-sealing expanding rounds at a constant rate of fire; his twitching corpse (which continues to alternate between each actor) is still undergoing bombardment when the film ends, at which point the scene plays in a picture-in-picture window beside the film's closing credits. Bombardment presumably continues past the final frame. Additional segment titles include: "ACOPALYPSE WOW," "KNOCKN OCK WHOS THERE UNSANCTIONED POLICEA CTION," "WE ARE THE WORLD (BANK)," "WELL YOUR DOUBLE RACIST TAKE THAT," "SOSRY ABOUT YOUR DMEONRACTIC ELECTION," "HAMBUGER," "ITS OKAY TO JUSTL IE NOW LOL," and "AMERICAN SNIPER." + 4/6359 Clearance Required - decryption key accepted Comments: 4/LNaismith: I have some… questions, about 6359. 4/LLillihammer: "Gorgon Bladders" is the Gonzaga Bulldogs. 4/LNaismith: Yeah, that's not what I was wondering. Why isn't the anomalous effect in the description? 4/LLillihammer: You're looking at the redacted file. 4/LNaismith: There's no visible redactions? 4/LLillihammer: Yes, because those are stupid. Why tell people you're not telling them something? I don't know if you know this, but with computers we can delete words we don't want anyone to see, or even just not type them at all. 4/LNaismith: Don't get snotty, you know why I'm asking. 4/LLillihammer: Yeah, you want to know why the conprocs which state that American personnel should totally watch this funny movie aren't immediately followed by "because it will make you hate your country, thus simplifying our efforts to instill in you a transnationalistic loyalty to us and us alone lol." 4/LNaismith: Sure, I don't like that we're brainwashing people so I'm an idiot 4/LNaismith: Nothing to say to that? 4/LLillihammer: Nope, sounds good 4/LNaismith: Take this seriously 4/LNaismith: Also you forgot "and it works so well that it drives Europeans into a homicidal froth" 4/LLillihammer: Yeah but what doesn't 4/LNaismith: Is this honestly not bothering you, or do you only exist in ironic dimensions now 4/LLillihammer: America is a cult. Ergo, Americans require deprogramming before they can become productive members of our cult. This just saves us some legwork. 4/LNaismith: You do realize we're using a movie distributed by the memetic troll GOI for PRECISELY its intended purpose, yes? That doesn't bother you? 4/LNaismith: Lillian, with no mention at all of this effect, there can't even be any debate on the merits of employing it 4/LLillihammer: Listen, Lisle, I've been in your shoes. Take some free advice: the stick in the mud gets snapped off. 4/LNaismith: And the branch on the cliff prevents a fatal fall! 4/LLillihammer: That's just cartoons 4/LLillihammer: And you've got a lot of nerve bitching anyone out for doing experiments without informed consent, Dr. Operation Galahad. 4/LLillihammer: Speaking of which: the bit about Corbenic didn't actually happen, right 4/LLillihammer: Please say right 4/LNaismith: Right 4/LLillihammer: Phew 4/LNaismith: But they did get a copy 4/LLillihammer: Eesh 4/LNaismith: So now they're thinking about bombing the United States. 4/LLillihammer: Same 4/LNaismith: Alright, this is going nowhere. I'll take it up with Overwatch. 4/LLillihammer: Best of luck. 4/LNaismith: Might as well mention before I go: we've been seeing posters crop up in the background of various TotleighSoft products for what looks to be a sequel, entitled "RISE OF THE AMERICAN AMERICAN RISES." 4/LNaismith: The image is an eagle made entirely out of sparks, holding a gun. The tagline: "THIS TIME ITS THIS TIME FOR AMERICA!" 4/LNaismith: So I guess we have that to look forward to. Footnotes 1. One thousand, seven hundred and seventy-six copies were mailed to Site-59 by parties unknown, with the following note attached: "For our favourite world police!" No further copies have been subsequently located. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6359" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6359. Licensed under CC-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-6360 | esoteric-class | Dr Lerche The Basilisk Hello readers, Potential Spoiler Crosslink reference https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2191 "Dracula Factory" by Metaphysician https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/incident-096-1-a "Incident 096-1-A" by Dr Dan Special thanks to: hungrypossum as D-1347's voice and resident Romania expert. JayKillbam for sound editing. Absolutely lovely people. Be sure to check out the discussions tab for more info and author commentary. I do hope you enjoy this. If you do, please do consider an upvote, and maybe nice little comment. Will make my day. If there are any technical or SPaG issues, please do tell me in the discussions tab. I will try my very best to fix them. If you would like to see more of my works, visit my authorpage: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/lerche-s-merchant-shop-inn Have a great day. Item#: 6360 Level4 Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The wilderness of the Carpathian Mountain range is to be designated as natural parks under the pretext of preserving endangered flora and fauna species. Foundation personnel will operate in the area under the guise of scientists and conservationists studying the local wildlife. Foundation assets are to set up perimeters around the areas surrounding several cave entrances in the Carpathians and Ukraine to prohibit trespassers. These are to be covered up as strict nature reserves or military grounds. Radar units and surface-to-air missile (SAM) batteries are to be set up in strategic positions along the range. SAMs are to utilise electro-optical and laser guidance systems. The former will be used for tracking and the latter should only be used if SCP-6360 attempts to leave the mountain range. Satellite imaging will also be used to provide surveillance with a 0.1 second delay. At least 1 squadron of fighters, preferably air superiority and/or interceptor aircraft are to be kept on stand-by at airbases in the vicinity of the Carpathians. These aircraft are to be assisted by AWACS as well as air defence systems on the ground, and equipped with electro-optical and laser beam riding anti-aircraft missiles (AAMs). Personnel carrying out tasks away from research stations must wear SCRAMBLE v2 goggles at all times. In the case of goggles malfunctioning, personnel are to immediately make their way back to base. An MTF battalion is to be based in the territories surrounding the mountain range to rescue jeopardised personnel. Remote cameras are to be used to monitor SCP-6360. Any live video surveillance in the containment zone must also have the stated 0.1 second delay in their feed. Description: SCP-6360 is a large chimeric organism measuring an average of 7.6 metres in length and possessing both reptilian and ornithic traits. It stands approximately 2.5 metres tall, featuring winged forelimbs, with a wingspan of 9.1 metres, and reptilian hindlimbs along with a long, muscular tail covered in foldable rectrices.1 The head of SCP-6360 strongly resembles non-anomalous Bearded vultures (Gypaetus barbatus) but possesses rows of sharp curved teeth and two venomous fangs. SCP-6360’s venom is extremely potent, possessing both neurotoxic and cytotoxic properties. Any organism in contact with the venom, via directly getting bitten by SCP-6360 or indirectly through touching or contamination will result in death within 2 minutes. Effects on human subjects include a loss of coordination, delirium, accelerated lysis, paralysis, and asphyxia, leading to death. Corpses of victims will appear withered with massive internal injuries. Its eyes are similar to those of the King cobra (Ophiophagus hannah). When SCP-6360 makes eye contact with an individual, the individual will immediately die. Autopsy on those afflicted by SCP-6360’s sight show injuries and effects consistent with those in individuals which have come into contact with SCP-6360’s venom. SCP-6360 is also immune to all known toxins. SCP-6360 vocalisations are a mix of those produced by Old World vultures and snakes. + Withering Events Log - Close Withering Events refers to any deaths caused by SCP-6360’s venom or eye contact. It has several names within the region, such as в’янення2 , putregaiul3, увенути4, otrávení5 as well as others. Notable events in chronological order: Dates Location Description of Withering Event Notes 19th September 1916- 1st December 1916 Bitola, Macedonia (Monastir) An estimated over 10000 Allied soldiers died from poisoning. It is inferred that they most likely came into contact with SCP-6360’s venom from a contaminated water supply. It is unknown how many soldiers of the Central Powers died due to poisonings; however, both sides have reported sightings of SCP-6360 flying around in the night sky. It is theorised that the events lead to the subsequent victory of the Central Powers as a result of Allied manpower depletion due to sickness 26th February – 11th March 1926 Krakow, Poland 12 people went missing in the Wolski Forest. 5 of them were found dead in withered states. Reports of SCP-6360, nicknamed “Bazyliszek” by the locals, began coming in. Many locals, believing it was the legendary Warsaw Basilisk, began hanging mirrors outside of their house to make the Basilisk kill itself with its gaze. One particularly interesting incident was on the 3rd March 1926, when 6 people were found dead in the city. It is inferred that the creature had attacked someone and its glare was inadvertently reflected by multiple mirrors. “Bazyliszek” is the Polish word for Basilisk. 18th May 1942 Ľadový štít, Slovakia A Gebirgsjäger platoon went missing. 5 years later, the bodies of the soldiers were found on various parts of the mountain by locals. 5th June 1969 Svydovets,Polonynian Beskids (Ukrainian SSR, USSR) A group of 8 hunters were found dead in the mountains. In stark contrast to this incident, there were cases of friendly encounters between the Hutsul6 people and SCP-6360, especially when children were involved. 29th January 1988 – 9th February 1992 Pripyat, Ukraine (Ukrainian SSR, USSR) 7 soldiers and 2 liquidators were found dead in the city. The deaths were initially attributed to high levels of radiation. 15th July- 1st October 1995 Ozren, Serbia (Yugoslavia) An estimated over 100 Serbian soldiers were found dead. Most of the bodies were withered and severely mutilated. 47 were killed in what appeared to be a friendly fire incident, where an artillery unit was supposedly given the order by their commander to stonk7 a building unbeknownst to them occupied by friendly troops, after receiving a distress call from soldiers claiming they were being pinned down by enemies in the building. SCP-6360 was suspected to be residing in the mountain before the event when reports of strange snake-like sounds were being emitted from the forests. 8th May 2000 Făgăraș Mountains, Romania Over 30 illegal loggers disappeared in the forests and were found dead days later. 4 of the bodies had multiple fractures and massive haemorrhaging, suggesting they had fallen from a high altitude. Certain zones have become free of loggers due to fear of SCP-6360, nicknamed by locals as the “Basilisc”. 1st February 2002 Moravian-Silesian Region, Czech Republic. A local shepherd and his friends who were looking for his missing 4-year-old daughter in the forest nearby his home discovered the withered body of Markus Kolář, a traveller in the area. Later that day, the daughter returned home. When asked where she had went, she stated that she was playing with a “dragon”. The remains of two previously missing local children were found in Kolář’s cabin. Just as with the case of the Hutsuls, SCP-6360 has been recorded to have positive interactions with locals of the mountains. 6th May 2007 Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, North of the Pripyat, Ukraine. A CBRN unit sent to investigate the source of gunshots reported coming from the exclusion zone discovered an entire motorised infantry platoon dead. Post mortem reports detail that 3/4 of the bodies were in states consistent with the effects of SCP-6360‘s poisoning, whereas the rest had severe lacerations and multiple fractured bones. One of the three BMP2 IFVs was found heavily damaged with the hatch broken open and 14m away from the wreckage. Addendum 1: Discovery Sightings were reported across Europe throughout the 20th Century, with a majority concentrating in the Carpathians and its surrounding area. It is suspected that SCP-6360 sightings cover such a large territory due to the creature’s ability to fly quickly at very high altitudes; and being able to crawl in cave systems and dense forests to cover ground undetected. After a period during which sightings stopped, it was later photographed in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone by soldiers two days after the Chernobyl disaster.8 SCP-6360 became a very high priority for The Foundation after Incident-6360-1. The Foundation was contacted on behalf of the Ukrainian government in 14th July 2007, after the discovery of a mass Withering Event. MTF Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" were deployed to Ukraine and assets in neighbouring countries were kept on high alert due to SCP-6360 tendency to wander. SCP-6360 was spotted in the Polissya hotel in Pripyat by Beta-7 following the radio signal of the missing Ukrainian CBRN team. After a sweep of the building, the team found the bodies of four of the missing personnel, all partially consumed. Further investigation lead to the discovery of what appeared to be a hole leading to an underground tunnel system under the hotel. The tunnels, according to GRU elements, were built to be used in case of attack or disaster to safely travel underground and was used during the evacuation. SCP-6360 is currently residing in the Carpathian Mountain range where a large scale containment initiative has been set up. Due to the friendly relationship between the local Hutsuls and SCP-6360, they have been allowed to stay in the containment areas. Addendum 2.1: During the investigation of a Withering Event, a video camera belonging to one of the victims was discovered. The D-Class who viewed the footage stated he saw SCP-6360 looking at the camera. However, no adverse effects were observed. Slowing down the footage revealed that SCP-6360 has a set of fully transparent nictitating membranes, which opens up during a visual-based attack. Once opened, the creature’s pupils turn a luminescent golden yellow with a slight reddish ring surrounding it while the creature produces a vocalisation similar to the King Cobra’s growling. Once the target has been killed, this third eyelid closes and the eyes return back to normal. Addendum 2.2: Despite the discovery that its normal gaze is not lethal, the creature is still considered a major cognitohazard and precautions are still necessary. Since the gaze is neutralised as recorded footage, a specially designed set of automated goggles providing a video feed with a 0.1 second delay will be developed using the SCRAMBLE goggles. + LEVEL 3 SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED - INCIDENT-6360-1 FLIGHT LOG DATE: 25th March 1999 LOCATION: Yugoslavia The following is the recovered flight recording of an F-117 Night Hawk Callsign: Vega-6. [BEGIN LOG] 0330: Vega-6 piloted by Lt. [REDACTED] is deployed for a clandestine mission over Yugoslavia. Escort considered redundant as area was already subject to SEAD9 operations. 0350: Vega-6 enters area. Begins recon. 0405: Target located, coordinates [REDACTED]. 0406: Vega-6 engages target: Drops 1 GBU 27 Paveway III. Vega-6 confirms target destroyed. 0407: Vega-6 RTB. 0410: On route, Vega-6 notices an unidentified flying object South West of him. Command confirms there are no aircraft detected in the area at the time. 0411: Vega-6 reports the UFO changing direction, now moving South East of him. Object moves parallel to the aircraft. 0414: Object begins moving towards Vega-6. Pilot describes the object as big and dark, approaching at high speed. It performs a banking turn and disappears from view. Pilot exclaims, “Holy cow! It’s a dragon!” 0417: Object fails to reappear. Vega-6 continues to RTB. 0419: Rear of aircraft undergoes hard impact from unknown source. Control surfaces fail. Plane goes into an uncontrollable spin. 0420: Pilot attempts to eject, stating: “Mayday! Mayday! It hit me! I’ve lost control to the elevators. I don’t think I can rec-OH GOD!…………”, Screaming is heard before a loud smash is heard, followed by static. 0422: Despite multiple attempts to get a response, command loses contact with Vega-6. [END LOG] 15 hours later, reports came that a Serb militia patrol discovered the wreckage of Vega-6. MTF Eta-3 "Night Phantoms" infiltrated behind Serbian lines to secure the crash site. All non-authorised individuals involved were administered amnestics according to their degree of knowledge and involvement. The incident was later overshadowed by the downing of another F-117 two days later by Serbian SAMs. The latter was be stated to be the first, and all evidence of the former were destroyed or altered. Analysis of the wreckage showed damage to the back section of the aircraft with the vertical stabilisers missing and what appeared to be “claw” marks. However, the most damage was done to the cockpit, which was a gaping hole aside from some of the avionics and what was left of the canopy. The extent of the damage suggests that a large object had rammed into the cockpit at a high speed. Pilot presumed K.I.A. With seven similar recorded incidents of downings occurring nearby the Carpathians, it appears that SCP-6360 has begun targeting aircraft. Further precautions will be added to its containment procedures. Addendum 3: Observations in containment Despite its size, the creature displays significant agility beyond what should be capable for a creature of its mass, being able to move on land, scale up vertical structures, and demonstrate flight. The creature is primarily quadrupedal, folding its wings to form clawed forelimbs similar to the Common vampire bat (Desmodus rotundus), however is capable of bipedal locomotion as a means of quickly moving across flat ground and closing the distance between it and its prey. SCP-6360 has excellent vision, which helps it see in low-light conditions, and thermal pits on its beak which enable it to sense heat signatures. The entity also possesses acute olfaction. SCP-6360 was discovered to have an additional 2 humanoid arms which come out from its body to use for tasks requiring more dexterity. It is unknown how these limbs are concealed in the body. Examination of feather samples shows that they are covered with minute scales, creating a hard but lightweight protective surface. These scales, along with the larger ones covering SCP-6360’s body, are anomalously durable, impervious to damage from melee weapons and guns up to 30mm in caliber. SCP-6360’s scales also possess radar absorbent properties, allowing it to have a disproportionately small Radar Cross Section (RCS) compared to its size. These findings imply that SCP-6360 might have adapted to attack aircraft. It is suggested that blast damage could stun the creature, and large explosions can possibly injure the creature enough to be safely handled or force it to retreat to heal. Addendum 3.1 : Relationship with locals The locals in the mountains have been observed leaving food for the creature as offerings. These include livestock, bryndza10as well as other oily foods. Interviews are being conducted to further learn about this relationship. Despite being unforthcoming of their practices, they have dispensed warnings against proceeding too deep into the forest, due to the creature's highly territorial nature. Surveillance via parabolic microphone of a conversation between a group of locals revealed some information where the word "extermination" was mentioned often, however not enough was recovered to fully understand the context behind this. Addendum 3.2: Notice Reports of arguments between personnel stationed in research stations in the Carpathians have been increasing. Complaints of taunts and misunderstandings are rife. Psychological screening of the staff is being commenced. + Incident-6360-VULCAN - Close Addendum 4: Upon deliberation from the O5 Council, a mission was planned to clandestinely investigate a suspected SCP-6360 den located in the Romanian Carpathians. The following is a log of the Research Station 12's expedition. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 16/6/2010 Exploration Team: MTF Kappa-2 (Mountain Men) Subject: SCP-6360 - Romanian Carpathians Team Lead: Researcher Florin Nicolescu Team Members: Agent Rednic, Agent Ciobanu, Agent Willard, D-1347, D-1688 [BEGIN LOG] Goggle feed shows the men walking in the forest. Researcher Nicolescu is directing the team lead by Agent Rednic to the site from the station's security room. Rednic: Goggles are operational. Nicolescu: Everyone else? Ciobanu: Working. D-1347: Working. Willard: Yes. Working fine. D-1688: Good. They're quite bright. Nicolescu: It's to help see in the dark, D-1688. Your eyes will adjust. They continue walking until they reach what appears to be a cave entrance. The carcass of a Red Deer can be seen outside. Rednic: There it is. Ciobanu: We're at the spot. Coast is clear. Nicolescu: Alright, you've been briefed on what to look for. Ciobanu: Yes…yes. Feathers, scales, and shit. Nicolescu: I suggest a little more clarity. Ciobanu: Sorry. [Pauses] What's that word for shi- D-1347: Faeces. Ciobanu: (to D-1347) He's talking to me, buddy. Get to work! (whispering to Nicolescu)Yeahhhh, that. Willard: Man you got schooled by a D. Nicolescu: (Muffled giggling) Yes, collect the samples and return to base. Be wary of venom residue. Collect samples of that if discovered. The D-class begin collecting samples. Rednic: I think we should be worried about more than just venom. Nicolescu: We're looking at the cameras. We've had the locals keep SCP-6360 occupied far away with food. You'll have enough time. Rednic: I hope so. I find it strange how they manage to keep it tame towards them. D-1688: Well, I'd be if I was getting free food. And that too delicious ones. D-1347: Hehe. I second that! Ciobanu: Alright guys. Let's get the stuff. D-1347: We are. Rednic: That is true…but the explanation for providing it caught my attention when I spoke with them. Nicolescu: Hmm? What was it? Rednic: Well, among the offerings and peace keeping stuff, they mentioned, I'm not sure if I mistranslated this, fuel. Nicolescu: Fuel? Ciobanu: That's a weird way to say food. Rednic: That's why I'm not sure. You guys speak the language. Nicolescu: I'll take note of it and check it out. D-1347, have the samples been collected? D-1347: Almost done. Got 4 feathers. Some scales, And blood samples from the carcass. Just packing it. Ciobanu: Well, hurry up! We can't stay for long. D-1688: Alright! Alright! We're done. The D-class get up. Nicolescu: Good. Head back to base. Rednic: Yes Sir. The men begin making their way back. During the walk, D-1688 trips on a branch D-1688: Shit. Ciobanu: Watch your step D-1688. These are valuable samples. D-1688: OK! OK! Just as they continue walking, Agent Ciobanu stops. Ciobanu: What did you say to me? D-1688: What? Ciobanu: Did you just call me a bitch!? D-1688: N-No I didn't. Nicolescu: Ciobanu, no one said anything. Ciobanu: (Pauses) OK. Go. The men continue walking. Ciobanu: (Points his gun at D-1688) Enough with this D-1688! Stop calling me that! Willard: Ciobanu, calm down, we'll deal with him at base. Agent Rednic and the D-classes turn to look at Ciobanu D-1688: Look it didn-Woah! Calm down! D-1347: What the hell are you on? No one said shit! Rednic: Ciobanu stand down. Ciobanu: This guy has been saying insults under his breath for the past two minutes. How can you not hear it? D-1347: I'm right next to him. He said nothing! Ciobanu: Bullshit! (Turns to Agent Willard.) You heard it too, right? Willard: Yes. Come on, D-1688. Just apologise. The D-class and Agent Ciobanu begin arguing. Nicolescu: Everyone calm down! I repeat. Calm down. Ciobanu, I promise you no one said anything. D-1347: Exactly. Stop pointing- Nicolescu: D-1347, refrain from making comments or you will face disciplinary action. And Ciobanu please lower your wea-Oh dear. Rednic: What? What's wrong? Nicolescu: (Away from the mic) I need eyes on it now. Check every camera. Willard: What's going on? (Turns to the arguing men) Shut up you guys! Rednic: Sir! What is happening? (The men stop arguing and look at Agent Rednic.) Nicolescu: (Back to mic) Get back to base as quickly as you can, SCP-6360 destroyed the camera, we lost foot- (Speaking can be heard in the background.) Rednic: Affirmative. Hurry up guys. We have to go. Haul ass! (The men begin running. D-1347's footage shows movement in the trees.) D-1347: What is that? Nicolescu: SCP-6360 has been spotted nearby your area. Recovery team is being prepped. Rednic: Noted, we're getti- (Screaming can be heard from behind Rednic. The men turn to see Ciobanu writhing on the ground. Venom is seen being sprayed onto him by SCP-6360 from the foliage.) D-1347: Oh! What the fuck! Ciobanu: AHHHHHH! AHH! AH FU- A-E-(incoherent sounds) Willard: Fire! Fire! Rednic: (Hands a pistol to D-1688) Take it! Go! The Agents open fire while the D-class run with the samples. The creature rushes forward and slashes Willard with its forelimb. It then hits Rednic with its tail. Rednic: AHH! My leg. Shit.(Pulls the pins off some grenades.) Let's go you feathery bastard. Agent Rednic's footage shows SCP-6360 looking at him before quickly crawling away. D-1347: Come on man! Le- D-1347 and D-1688 get knocked over and they tumble down the slope. D-1688's goggles hit a rock and the footage cuts. D-1347 falls onto flat ground. His footage is now blurry. An explosion is heard. Nicolescu: K-2-R12. Kappa-2-R12. Is anyone still alive? (D-1347's footage begins moving.) D-1347:(Grunts and coughs) I'm alive. Damn! My back! Myk. Where are you man? Nicolescu: I'm sorry. He's dead. Get up, you need to get out of there. D-1347: Myk. Oh fuck! He had a wife. Nicolescu: D-1347 you need to- (SCP-6360 can be heard shrieking in the distance.) D-1347: Oh shit…shit! D-1347 runs into a nearby crevice. D-1347: The goggles! The goggles…they're cracked. What should I do!? Trees can be heard rustling in background. Nicolescu: [In Romanian] Daniel! Close your fucking eyes! Now! D-1347 can be seen curled up in the crevice. The sound of rocks crunching can be heard above. SCP-6360 descends down the slope slowly. It crawls onto the ledge 15 metres from D-1347's location. It looks around and begins hissing. Nicolescu: Do. Not. Move. SCP-6360 stands on its hindlegs, seeming to scan its environment. Its tongue flicks out. It turns its head in the direction of D-1347 Nicolescu: Oh no. No…no…no. D-1347: [In Romanian] Wh-What's goin- Nicolescu: [In Romanian] Shut your mouth! SCP-6360 stealthily crawls towards that direction. It is now 3 meters from the hidden D-class. D-1347's suppressed breathing can be heard getting faster. SCP-6360's neck turns the bend. It is seen staring directly at D-1347. Its low-pitched breathing is heard. D-1347:(Muffled crying) Ma…mama. SCP-6360 opens its beak. Just as it goes to fully turn the bend, it is hit multiple times in the side of the head as gunfire rings out from the trees. SCP-6360 turns to the source of the gunfire. It shrieks and charges at the shooter. Nicolescu: Run! Now! D-1347 instantly gets up, pushing his goggles up, and sprints into the forest. As he runs, he turns briefly to see the commotion. An orange figure is seen between the gunflashes before the creature flies into it. After several minutes of running and Researcher Nicolescu giving him directions, D-1347 makes it to the research station. Nicolescu: Yes! (Turns to other personnel.) Open the door! The door to the station opens to see 2 guards along with Nicolescu. The man runs into the building as gunfire is heard behind him and the door slams shut. D-1347 collapses to the floor. Nicolescu: You alright?! D-1347: (Panting) I think so. Fucking hell. Vocalisations are heard and SCP-6360 is seen flying off from a window. [END LOG] RS-12 reported the situation and defences on the ground were kept on standby. Addendum 5: SCP-6360 breached its containment perimeter in Romania. A squadron of fighters from the nearest airbase was deployed. Despite the loss of two fighters, the combined air and ground defences were successful in downing the creature. Personnel at the scene reported that all vegetation surrounding the creature began to wither, and a "sickening odour" was detected. One of the agents went close to SCP-6360 and suddenly collapsed. He was diagnosed later with blood poisoning akin to the symptoms of radiation poisoning. MTF Beta-7 "Maz-Hatters" were immediately called to the scene. It was discovered that SCP-6360's blood was extremely toxic. The creature was confirmed dead and the body was taken for autopsy. However, shortly after the killing of the creature, multiple Withering Events occurred consecutively at Foundation research stations across the Carpathians. Footage showed multiple instances of SCP-6360 exiting the mountains and attacking Foundation assets throughout the Carpathians and in Pripyat. Several instances were reported breathing fire and razing Foundation vehicles. Addendum 6: Autopsy Report Deceased: SCP-6360-1 Age: Adult⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Length: 765 cm Sex: Male ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Weight: 260 kg Examination Blood has been drained from the body for safety. Blast damage to the head and torso. Shrapnel was found embedded in the exposed flesh. Several vertebrae fractured. Damage to right wing as a result of anti-aircraft shells. Eyes open, irises slightly faded, pupils dilated Diagnosis 1) Head possesses golden bronze serpent eyes. Peeling back the third membrane showed the eyes are surrounded by a red sclerotic ring, and actually possess yellowish irises. Both substantially faded. 2) Opening the beak revealed a pair of hinged fangs and four rows of sharp, backwards-curving teeth. Fangs are connected to two large venom glands. Venom has been extracted for further testing. Presence of a Jacobson's Organ provides the creature greatly improved olfaction. 3) Stomach contained several half digested bones and what appeared to be orange and black fabric of some kind. The acid was measured to have a pH of 0.5. Above it is an organ resembling proventriculus11, containing flammable stomach oil in a manner similar to the Fulmar. 4) Torso possess folds of extra skin. Opening these revealed two reptilian-humanoid arms. Hands posses 5 digits and opposable thumbs. On the underside of the right forearm was a tattooed word, reading: "Drăgan ". Summary Based on the distinctiveness of the features, it is highly unlikely that these creatures are a result of natural evolution. This level of adaptation is only possible via engineering. Cause of death Traumatic brain injury (TBI) and possible exsanguination. Addendum 7: The Foundation would later receive information from Researcher Nicolescu and D-1347, who had survived the SCP-6360 attack on RS-12. Due to the nature of the encounter, the statements were reenacted by the two personnel. Log Transcript The recording takes place around an hour after the downing of the SCP-6360 instance. Research Station-12 was attacked by multiple instances of the creatures. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Nicolescu and D-1347 are holed up in the security room. D-1347: With all due respect I thought you had…like…the cavalry coming. Nicolescu: It will probably take a while. The situation is a little dire out there. D-1347: Just a "little dire". Come on Sir! One shredded the place and now there's God knows how many! Nicolescu: Look I'm trying to get help. Pissing ourselves again is not going to help. D-1347: Sure, but we only have rifles and a pistol against fu- Nicolescu: (Holds up his index finger) Shhh!…Shhh. Do you hear that? D-1347: Hear what? Nicolescu: Listen. The two men stay silent. Soft singing can be heard through the speakers. The following is a reenactment of the song made by D-1347: D-1347: A survivor? Nicolescu: Who the hell sings in this situation! Singing gets louder. D-1347: (Gulps audibly)Tha-That's Mykola's song. Nicolescu: Pardon? D-1347: Mykola. D-1688. He used to sing that at night to help him sleep12. Could he- Nicolescu: Sounds like an old man, I can't see whe- Nicolescu turns to see D-1347 standing still. Nicolescu: What's wrong? D-1347: S-Sir. Nicolescu: Daniel. What's wrong? D-1347 points at the door camera footage. An SCP-6360 instance can be seen staring at the camera. It opens it's mouth slightly. A hissing sound can be heard along with the singing male voice. They look at each other before looking at the door. Nicolescu: Di- It-It's locked. D-1347: I don't think that will stop it. The singing stops. SCP-6360: [In Romanian] Do you see me? [The conversation is carried out in Romanian.] (The men remain silent) SCP-6360: I could make myself more visible by joining you in there. I would like to talk. Nicolescu gestures to D-1347 to train his gun at the door. Nicolescu: To be clear, we are armed, and backup is on the way. SCP-6360: I think your backup is being eaten at the moment. Nicolescu: (Pauses) SCP-6360: May I know the owner of this voice? Nicolescu: (Gulps) Uh-u- My name is Florin Nicolescu. I am a researcher. SCP-6360: Ah! A local. Greetings. And your friend? Nicolescu: He's local too. D-1347: Yes. Why are you doing this? SCP-6360: Why? Self-defence. D-1347: Bullshit! You hunted us! You killed my friend! SCP-6360: Oh! That wasn't me. That was my comrade. D-1347: So?! You all still attacked us. SCP-6360: You are forcing us into hiding, and thus hindering our efforts. I should hav- Nicolescu: Wait, pardon me. Hold on. What you mean "hindering our efforts"? SCP-6360: You fools. We are here to stop the spread of the dracul. And you're fighting us? Nicolescu: Drac- You mean the vampires. SCP-6360: What else, doctor?! We have been preparing for years and then you send in aircraft to kill us, and keep us here, while that monstrosity thrives. Nicolescu: You were killing peopl- SCP-6360: We kill those who impede in our efforts and encroach upon our strongholds. Collateral is expected in the mission. I agree some could have been avoided. On behalf of my kin, I am sorry, but it is all for the greater good. Nicolescu: Your kin downed a stealth aircraft. And several others. SCP-6360: It was-(Cocks head)Wait…Stealth? (The instance produces a vocalisation of a vulture squawking in a manner similar to cackling) SCP-6360: It was trying to stay hidden?! Drăgan told us it lit up like a firefly. D-1347: Who's Drăgan ? SCP-6360: Huh? Oh that's the one who took it down. And the one who hunted you and…is now sadly dead. That bastard bombed one of our nests, and killed his wife, Elena. We all have names, I am Ştefan. So he was understandably mad. He then convinced all of us to be wary of aircraft near our mountains. Nicolescu: I believe that was accidental. The target was a Serb camp, n-not the nest. SCP-6360: Hmmm…the others will have to be convinced. Nicolescu: I'm sorry on behalf of our organisation. SCP-6360: Apology accepted. But the fact remains that you are doing a big mistake by impeding our task. We have been forced to move through tunnels and fight underground. Our numbers are only increasing, and so will the attacks. So I require you to make a deal. You might want a paper. Researcher Nicolescu gestures to D-1347 to give him a paper. He takes out a pen and starts writing. Nicolescu: Ready. SCP-6360: We will stop the attacks if your organisation stops attacking and pushing us into captivity. We both have a common enemy, so it would be wise to work with each other to vanquish it. Nicolescu: Done. I will relay the message. SCP-6360: Good. I hope you are wise. Farewell. The creature crawls out of the station and flies away. [END LOG] [When this recording was played to their superiors, only the two personnel could be heard conversing.] Addendum 8: The following journal was provided to Foundation personnel together with a shepherd's axe by several village elders. The journal detailed diagrams of SCP-6360 as well as an album containing pictures, names, and other personal information of the people listed, corroborating Researcher Nicolescu and D-1347s' statements. A note was found at the end of the journal. The excerpt is translated from Rusyn for convenience. To whomever this may concern… we did it. We created something that can keep back the dracul, the monsters in the night. Our fate was in question. As much we loved the Grand Karcist and his beliefs, we could not stand by as our fellow people are slaughtered to feed this…monstrosity. I do not care what is thought of us. No loving God will allow and even demand the blood of our loved ones. We made the fateful decision upon learning that the Mother is spreading. We will not allow others to befall the same fate as our country. So we left to the mountains to create something to stop this…in the only way we could. To protect us from the beasts, we looked to the legends of old. And there we found our answer: The Basilisk. A creature which destroys life with its mere gaze and potent venom. We engineered our creation in its image. We travelled far and wide to collect samples for traits which would help in combating the beast. Lammergeier for aerial prowess and digestive abilities. Hamadryad for its piercing stare and, as well as multiple venomous creatures, for toxicity. We then spliced it with our own bodies. To protect our home and the homes of others, brave men and women have transformed themselves into these creatures to have the perfect control. And they have proven themselves. We must have hurt the beast as the earth shook. Quite a few times actually. It came at the cost however of us losing our voice. Despite this, we discovered we could understand each other and somehow communicate with others via brainwaves. Some of us have become a little mischievous as a result. Couples have started to mate and eggs have been laid to our joy. We decided to spread throughout the mountains and forests to make nests. Soon, all of us including myself will have traded our humanity, but for good cause. When the time comes, we would have an armada to exterminate this beast. May the true God, whoever they are, be with us all, Father Ştefan Hutenyuk. Addendum 9: A truce has been made with SCP-6360. The Foundation will allow them to inhabit the Carpathians to serve as a defence against SCP-2191 activity. Plans are being made for further operations. The use of SCP-6360's venom is being considered as a chemical agent to neutralise Sarkic anomalies. - Close Footnotes 1. The larger feathers in a bird's tail, used for steering in flight. 2. Romanised: vʺyanennya. Ukrainian for "Withering") 3. Romanian for "The Rot" 4. Romanised: uvenuti. Serbian for "Withering" 5. Czech for "poisoning", 6. An ethnic group spanning parts of western Ukraine and Romania. 7. Bombard with concentrated artillery fire. 8. It is not confirmed whether or not SCP-6360 is related to the sightings before the accident of the “Black Bird of Chernobyl”. 9. Suppression of Enemy Air Defences 10. a Slovak sheep milk cheese made mainly in Slovakia, but also in Romania, Moldova, Poland, Russia, Ukraine, Serbia, Hungary and part of Moravia (Moravian Wallachia) in Czech Republic. Bryndza cheese is creamy white in appearance, known for its characteristic strong smell and taste. 11. The narrow glandular first region of a bird's stomach between the crop and the gizzard. 12. This song is identified as a Ukrainian lullaby named "Luli Luli". |
SCP-6361 | neutralized | SynthPanda_ & Prismal More by SynthPanda_ More by Prismal NOTICE: The following article has been archived due to SCP-6361's neutralization. This article was last accessed 1,997 days ago. Item #: SCP-6361 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawlers will monitor social media sites for evidence of SCP-6361 events. Should evidence of continued SCP-6361 activity be discovered, the relevant Foundation personnel will be alerted automatically. Show Previous Special Containment Procedures Hide Previous Special Containment Procedures Foundation webcrawlers will monitor social media sites for evidence of SCP-6361 events. Should evidence of a future SCP-6361 event be discovered, a nearby Mobile Task Force will be deployed to prevent the event from taking place. An effort will be made to capture the SCP-6361-1 instances, as well as the individual(s) responsible for the performance. Following a completed SCP-6361 event, all civilians should be amnesticised, and treated for anomalously inflicted injuries or conditions. Description: SCP-6361 refers to a series of theatrical performances marketed towards children, presented by members of GoI-192 ("Meat Circus"), which have taken place across the continental United States. SCP-6361 is a small and mobile operation, with the individual(s) responsible for the events spending no longer than two days in any given community. The day before an SCP-6361 production, posters advertising a free production of a classic European fairytale will appear across the community, sparking interest in the production. In all known cases, records indicate that the production team had reserved their venue of choice a minimum of six months before their performance, however the owners and employees of the venue have no recollection of when or how the reservation was made.1 Performances always reach capacity despite the fact the community has been aware of the event for under 48 hours. The staple of SCP-6361 performances are SCP-6361-1 instances. SCP-6361-1 are animate entities of dubious sentience and intelligence, which have been sculpted out of flesh from a large variety of animals.2 Each instance possessed some genetic material which genetically matched one unidentified human.3 SCP-6361-1 are crafted to best suit their assigned role in the show, and act as the crew, props, and the majority of actors during the event. The remaining roles are filled by child volunteers, who are selected randomly from the audience. The SCP-6361-1 instances and child volunteers will reenact a version of the advertised fairy tale. The play will typically reflect the most violent popular version of the existing fairy tale, with additional violence not present in other versions of the stories being inflicted on the SCP-6361-1 instances. The performances are narrated by an unknown individual, who is believed to be the main party responsible for these performances. In the final act of the performance, the child volunteers will be severely injured by an SCP-6361-1 instance, causing the audience members to panic. A number of previously unseen SCP-6361-1 instances will appear and begin attacking panicking members of the audience, while the narrator explains the moral lesson of the performance. By the time authorities arrive at the scene, the troupe responsible for the event will have disappeared, with the occasional exception of injured or immobile SCP-6361-1 instance. Examples of SCP-6361 events have been provided below. A record of all SCP-6361 events and associated documentation can be found in Document 6361.0.Alpha. Event Designation Fairy Tale Adapted Aftermath Incident 6361-12A Three Little Pigs Upon arriving on the location, Foundation personnel found small "houses" on stage composed of tendons, bones and bricks composed of human organic matter. Two SCP-6361-1 instances of short stature lacking visible noses and ears were found throwing these bricks at audience members and holding pig masks composed of skinned pig's head. The child volunteer was found wearing a pig mask, and had several broken bones. Foundation medical personnel were able to expedite the bone healing process, and the child volunteer was released an amnesticised after 24 hours. A number of audience members contracted minor concussions and small cuts and bruises due to the thrown bricks and ensuing rush to the exits, most of which did not require prolonged medical attention. Four pig masks and a wolf masks matching those that were used in the show were found in the private collection of a taxidermist who was not aware of the nature of the event. The masks do not appear to have anomalous properties. SCP-6361-1 instance playing "The Big Bad Wolf" was not recovered. Event Designation Fairy Tale Adapted Aftermath Incident 6361-23A The Little Mermaid The teenager playing "The Little Mermaid" was found bloodied and kneeling above inert SCP-6361-1 "Prince" and "Princess" entities in a bed, crying while the audience jeered, and swelling music playing over loudspeakers. Upon further examination, the teenager's tongue was found to be dissolved, their Adams Apple damaged, and their feet embedded with glass shards. Following a partial glossectomy and a reconstructive surgery, they have made a successful recovery. SCP-6361-1 "Prince" entity was found to be consistent with prior recovered instances4 sharing DNA with SCP-031-ARC consistently being described by audiences as "the most beautiful man they've ever seen." The SCP-6361-1 "Princess" instance was identical to the teenager, however the audience universally described it as "prettier" or "more feminine" than the teenager. A live SCP-6361-1 "Sea Witch" instance composed of squid and octopus and a SCP-6361-1 "Poseidon" instance composed of a variety of Atlantic fish were both recovered. Both entities seem unable to communicate but will spontaneously perform song and dance routines.5 Event Designation Fairy Tale Adapted Aftermath Incident 6361-27A Hansel & Gretel A majority of audience suffered first or second degree chemical burns from SCP-6361-1 "Oven" entity's6 stomach acid which Foundation medical staff successfully treated. The children portraying Hansel and Gretel suffered from third degree chemical burns, and eye damage, which caused blindness. With surgical intervention, both children were able to make a full recovery. SCP-6361-1 "Witch" entity was recovered partially dissolved. SCP-6361-1 "House" entity was found in tact save two bite-marks taken out of it. Event Designation Fairy Tale Adapted Aftermath Incident 6361-33A Little Red Riding Hood Upon their arrival, MTF-Tau-22 ("Forest Fires") found the SCP-6361-1 "Wolf" instance bloated, and in a dormant phase. The entity's torso, neck, and six appendages7 was composed of various human cadavers, while its face was made up of various canine faces sown together over a seemingly human face.8 Tau-22 noticed screaming emanating from within the entity's stomach cavity, where ten live children who had played the part of Red Riding hood and the corpse which played the "Grandmother" role were discovered. The children had broken bones and superficial damage from stomach acid burns. A follow up investigation found that the "Grandmother" corpse was acquired through non-anomalous grave-robbing, and it was later returned to its burial site. Incident 6361-Finale Weeks after Incident 6361-33A, Head Researcher Anderson located an advertisement for another SCP-6361 event being held within her neighborhood. The advertisement purported the show to be a "grand finale" which would feature a number of fairy tales, rather than just one. Anderson's team quickly removed all advertisements, and secured the building in which the event was said to take place, although no evidence of GoI-192 activity was found. The following day, an advertisement appeared in Dr. Anderson's mailbox, which had the following message written on it in sharpie marker: This is a formal invitation to Dr. Anderson. The rest of you lot are not welcome. I would like to talk. - the Director Because of Dr. Anderson's experience as Research Head of SCP-6361 and having no conflicting obligations her attendance of an SCP-6361 event was approved with MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”)9 on standby in the immediate area. Dr. Anderson was provided with CRV increasing gnostics as well as audio-visual recording equipment to record the event. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Anderson enters the theater. It is dark, and there do not appear to be any other people inside. A spotlight flares up, and shines down on a seat in the middle of the theater. Dr. Anderson stands in the doorway for a few seconds, but eventually relents and moves to sit in the indicated seat. After Dr. Anderson sits, unidentified music begins to play. The curtain lifts on the stage, and clapping can be heard from every direction. Dr. Anderson frantically looks for the source of the noise, but uncovers nothing. Six SCP-6361-1 appear, three entering from the left of the stage, and three from the right. All instances are humanoid, but represent different characters from different fairy tales. From right to left, they each bow. The applause becomes louder, as a massive humanoid figure walks onto the stage. Due to the lighting, it is difficult to discern exactly what they look like. PoI-6361: Well then! It looks as though our biggest fan was finally able to make it to one of our shows! You chased us all around the country, and you finally caught up to us, just in time for our grand finale. Now, isn't that just fate? Anderson: Fate? Hardly. You set up your show in my neighborhood. PoI-6361: It was a happy coincidence, really. Anderson: You sent a written invitation to my home address. You knew where I lived, and you wanted to ensure I'd come. Let's be honest with each other here, otherwise I doubt this meeting will be all that useful to either of us. PoI-6361: Yes, well… (chuckling) Ms. Anderson, you and I have been doing this song and dance for quite some time now. You and your Foundation have been obsessed with us! I thought it would be nice to have a little chit chat, you and I. Director to director. Artist to their biggest fan. Anderson: Right… I think you misunderstand the nature of this relationship. And it's Doctor. PoI-6361: Pardon? Anderson: Dr. Anderson. Not Ms. Anderson. Now, I have a few— PoI-6361: Ah yes, your Foundation does love its modern trappings. Anderson: —Questions about — Sorry? PoI-6361: You call yourself "Doctor", as though that title in and of itself is indicative of your knowledge. You believe your so-called sciences can answer everything. Your obsession with the real, the factual, the "scientific", it prevents your from engaging with art on an emotional level, doesn't it? Anderson: You are assuming quite a lot, Ms… PoI-6361: You may call me… (The figure bows) The Director. Anderson: Right. I see. Well, I have a few questions for you, If that's ok. PoI-6361: I'm happy to field questions from fans. Anderson: Right. I suppose the most important question is, well, what are you hoping to accomplish here? PoI-6361: I'm not surprised you have trouble understanding my art. Your empiricism limits you, doctor. Anderson: Actually, I was asking about this meeting… PoI-6361: You likely think of my constructs as hideous. You see, Dr. Anderson, the crudeness of the constructs that reflect the "nature savage" within all of us, within reality itself, played out in these grim fairy tales. Your so-called modernity has made you all soft and weak. You've all forgotten the truths, the morals and lessons those of yesteryear tried to impart. It may be too late for you, but not for your children. I have taught them the old ways, the hard lessons, and they have learned them, and they will remember them always. Those children we've taught will beget more and they will teach their lessons. In that way, this art goes beyond the theater. Anderson: So you decided to indiscriminately hurt a large number of children to… teach them a lesson? PoI-6361: That's what I said, yes. Anderson: You realize how that sounds, right? I know I'm supposed to — Seriously, just think about what you just said. PoI-6361: Whatever, I don't expect you and yours to understand. Regardless, the effect my art has on others cannot be denied. It will forever be a part those children's lives, and time will inevitably vindicate my actions. Anderson: You seemed to be somewhat familiar with the Foundation. You do realize that we've amnesticized everybody who's seen one of your performances, right? PoI-6361 stiffens. PoI-6361: What? Anderson: It's standard operating procedure. Everybody who's seen one of your performances doesn't remember it. PoI-6361: I — (laughs nervously) Well, that's rather rude of you. I appreciate the extra attention, but— Anderson: As I said, it's standard operating procedure. PoI-6361: But— Well, whatever. Your literalist views still limit you. Memory isn't just ethereal, my lesson here has still left my audience with physical scars, which in and of themselves are a form of— Anderson: Ok, ignoring how insanely fucked up that kind of thinking is, that's not true either. It's also standard procedure for us to treat injuries that were anomalously inflicted on civilians. Your little stunt will have no effect on anybody, and thank god for that because it was just an insincere excuse to harm others. PoI-6361: How dare— Insincere? Insincere??? I quite literally, gave my blood, sweat, and tears to my creations. I spent months and months working to create the perfect vehicles to deliver my art. Not only do you attempt to erase my work from existence, but you have the nerve to insult my masterpiece by calling it insincere? Anderson: Masterpiece? You call this a m— PoI-6361: ENOUGH! PoI-6361 lets out an inhuman shriek. Anderson steps back. PoI-6361's skin begins bubbling, and their back arches as a large growth appears on their back with their body gaining in height. The SCP-6361-1 behind them begin to spasm. PoI-6361: So, you don't like my shows so far? You think art isn't up to snuff? You think my creations and their lessons deserve to be forgotten? NO! I won't be forgotten! I won't let you make me into something forgotten. PoI-6361 continues to scream, their mouth and face distorts. The bulbous growth on their back continues to gain in size. Dr. Anderson scrambles out of their seat and begins to back towards the door. Anderson: Shit! PoI-6361: I… WILL… NOT… BE… FORGOTTEN! A large amount of steam begins to come off of PoI-6361. The growth breaks off. PoI-6361 and the growth then quickly begin to slough off their skin and and organs. PoI-6361 lets out a final shriek, before their head detaches from their body, and PoI-6361 and the SCP-6361-1 crumple to the floor. Dr. Anderson stands in silence for a moment. After several seconds of PoI-6361 appearing completely inert, she sighs. Anderson: Well, that was… absolutely pointless. [END LOG] Following PoI-6361's death, all SCP-6361-1 instances within Foundation containment and the theater collapsed and began to rapidly putrefy. After months of no detectable activity, SCP-6361 was reclassified to Neutralized, and all staff were re-assigned to different projects. Staff were given the option of amnestic treatment, however most declined, citing the fact that SCP-6361 had not had a significant impact on their mental health, and that they believed they would largely forget the incident anyways. Footnotes 1. This has also occurred for establishments that do not allow their spaces to be reserved by non-members 2. Including human, blue marlin, orangutan and cats. 3. Later confirmed to be PoI-6361. 4. see Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella events for more details 5. Based on lyrics Poseidon's routine has been dubbed "You Will Never be a Real Human Girl" while the Sea Witch's has been dubbed "Beauty is Pain". 6. An SCP-6361-1 entity determined to have been made of eyes, muscles and bone which had reportedly been made to explode after child volunteers were forced in by the SCP-6361-1 "Witch" entity. 7. Four of which were used for locomotion, the remaining two acted as arms. 8. Post-recovery testing found that the entity is able to unhinge its jaw like a snake for feeding, though it does not have an apparent biological mechanism allowing it to do so. 9. Epsilon-6 was in the area due to an unrelated assignment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6361" by Prime Girl, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6361. Licensed under CC-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-6362 | keter | close Info X SCP-6362 - Home Invasion Written by Habitual_Snubnose Co-Authored by MirageTD MORE BY THIS AUTHOR 95.51% (+85) 4.49% (-4) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6362 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Aftermath of an SCP-6362 event. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O-BRKR is to monitor search engines, forums and psychiatric records for any information potentially relating to SCP-6362. If investigation of a flagged post suggests a genuine SCP-6362-A instance, they are to be recovered immediately. Recovered SCP-6362-A instances must be under constant surveillance. Their containment cells are to be fully covered by cameras. When not in their containment cell, an SCP-6362-A instance must be accompanied by at least one person at all times. These containment procedures are untested and speculative, as a living SCP-6362-A instance has never been recovered. Description: SCP-6362-A designates anyone affected by SCP-6362. The criteria for becoming an SCP-6362-A instance, if any exist, are unknown. During an SCP-6362 event, 3 to 7 adult humans, designated SCP-6362-B, will appear near SCP-6362-A. SCP-6362-B instances have been recorded to appear behind or within any object that can reasonably conceal them, i.e. within locked rooms, on balconies, under countertops, within cupboards or behind shower curtains. SCP-6362-B instances may also appear directly behind SCP-6362-A, though this is rare. SCP-6362-B instances are typically male and are always fully clothed. Their ethnicity, physical build and overall appearance vary. They have never been recorded to vocalize, emote or attempt to communicate in any way. After appearing, all instances of SCP-6362-B will converge on SCP-6362-A and physically assault them. For an SCP-6362 event to occur, an SCP-6362-A instance must be conscious and unseen by any other human. SCP-6362 events occur in intervals lasting anywhere from 1 year to 2 weeks. No method of consistently triggering an SCP-6362 event is currently known. An SCP-6362 event will end immediately if any of the following conditions are met: SCP-6362-A loses consciousness. SCP-6362-A dies. Another human observes an instance of SCP-6362-B. All instances of SCP-6362-B are terminated. When an SCP-6362 event ends, any remaining SCP-6362-B instances disappear, leaving no physical trace of their existence. No blood, clothing or hair belonging to an instance of SCP-6362-B has ever been recovered. However, any injuries sustained by SCP-6362-A, or damage done to the environment, will remain. All information on SCP-6362 has originated from journal entries, forums posts, psychiatric evaluations and letters. These documents are rare, as most SCP-6362-A instances are terminated during SCP-6362 events before recording anything useful about the anomaly. Addendum 6362.1: 1998-11-14 The following police report was filed by Officer Larry Marks of the Los Angeles Police Department: On 11/14/1998 at approximately 2230 hours, I responded to a reported shooting at Council Street and North Benton Way. Upon arriving at the house, the occupant (Jacob Harris) stepped outside and ran towards me, screaming for help. His head was bleeding and his left eye was swollen. Harris claimed that he had just been attacked by several strangers. He claimed that he shot two, before being disarmed by them and running outside. I summoned an ambulance to the scene. Upon brief investigation, I found no bodies or evidence of forced entry. I did find Harris's pistol on the floor near the front entrance, which I claimed as evidence. The ambulance arrived, and paramedics placed Harris inside. There is nothing further to report. After questioning, Harris was placed in the care of a psychiatric hospital. He expired 6 months later, within a locked bathroom. Cause of death was listed as a crushed trachea, in addition to several other minor wounds. No evidence or suspects were found. Addendum 6362.2: 2001-02-11 The following is a handwritten letter, written by 32-year-old Daniel Wallace. It is addressed to his family home. No return address is listed. Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document Lisa, I'm sorry for leaving. But I couldn't handle it anymore. I'm not crazy, not like you think I am. It's real. Maybe not to you, or the kids, but it is to me. People keep breaking in and hurting me. I know it sounds crazy. You look at me like I'm crazy. Ben is scared of me. My own kid is scared of me. But I didn't break my arm, or tear the bathroom door off its hinges, or give myself a concussion. It's been them. These people just show up. I don't know how they get in. It's like they just appear out of nowhere. They just come out of nowhere. Always when I'm alone. This place isn't possible to find. And if they do, god forbid, I'm going to kill them. There's a gun in every room. I carry one with me, all the time. I won't let it happen again. This cabin isn't possible to find. When I see a stranger, any stranger, I'll know what's happening. I'll kill them. I've got enough food to last for years. Mirrors on every wall. Two locks and a deadbolt on every door. They're never going to sneak up on me. Please don't try to visit me. I love you all. I'm going to drive into town to drop this letter off, and after that, I'm not leaving this cabin again. I can't. I love you, — Daniel. Two days after the letter was written, Wallace died when his vehicle swerved off the road and collided with a concrete barrier. Official cause of death was head trauma. However, he was found with back, arm and neck injuries that were inconsistent with a car accident. The letter was found in the passenger seat. Deemed by law enforcement to be accidental. Addendum 6362.3: 2017-04-15 The following is a handwritten letter, addressed to the Pentagon building. The author is unknown. Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document I killed them all. One broke a window and slid inside. Like a cat. The other two kicked my front door off its hinges. I killed all three. God made man, sure, but Samuel Colt made them equal. I want you to know that the last one took a long time to die. Shot him right in the gut. He just bled and stared at me. There wasn't anything behind those eyes. Nothing human. He didn't tell me anything. Whatever training they get, it's good. But mine is better. And when he died, they all just poofed out of existence, just like the last few times. No bodies, no blood. Can't wait for you to try again. Fuckers. — K Attempts to trace the sender have failed. Investigation showed that neither the Pentagon, nor any branch of the US Government, is connected to SCP-6362. Addendum 6362.4: 2018-03-29 The following is the only recoverable entry from a journal belonging to Robert Paisley: Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document My neighbor he's been outside for too long it doesn't take that long to mow a lawn It doesn't take that long to mow a lawn he just keeps stopping and looking paranoid, or pratending [sic] to clear grass from the blades He's just trying to look towards my house He's casing it He's getting ready to break in I know it The last few times, it's been him, I know it's been him, hes [sic] pulling the strings, telling them when I'm alone and when my wife is away They just break in and beat me, they don't say anything This has happened five times and nobody fucking believes me, but last time was different They were beating me, and he interrupted it He just walked into my house, said he heard something, but thats [sic] BULLSHIT, the second he came in they went away He MADE them go away, it was his fucked up way of telling me who's in control Im [sic] [indecipherable] The journal was recovered following its submission as evidence in the case of Markus Anderson's murder. Anderson lived across the street from Paisley, and was found stabbed to death in his home. Paisley has yet to be found. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6362" by Habitual_Snubnose, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6362. Licensed under CC-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: Crime_scene.JPG Author: Mattes License: Public domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Crime_scene.JPG Filenames: doc2.png, doc3.png, doc4.png Author: Habitual_Snubnose License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-6362 |
SCP-6362 | uncontained | close Info X SCP-6362 - Home Invasion Written by Habitual_Snubnose Co-Authored by MirageTD MORE BY THIS AUTHOR 95.51% (+85) 4.49% (-4) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6362 Level3 Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Aftermath of an SCP-6362 event. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O-BRKR is to monitor search engines, forums and psychiatric records for any information potentially relating to SCP-6362. If investigation of a flagged post suggests a genuine SCP-6362-A instance, they are to be recovered immediately. Recovered SCP-6362-A instances must be under constant surveillance. Their containment cells are to be fully covered by cameras. When not in their containment cell, an SCP-6362-A instance must be accompanied by at least one person at all times. These containment procedures are untested and speculative, as a living SCP-6362-A instance has never been recovered. Description: SCP-6362-A designates anyone affected by SCP-6362. The criteria for becoming an SCP-6362-A instance, if any exist, are unknown. During an SCP-6362 event, 3 to 7 adult humans, designated SCP-6362-B, will appear near SCP-6362-A. SCP-6362-B instances have been recorded to appear behind or within any object that can reasonably conceal them, i.e. within locked rooms, on balconies, under countertops, within cupboards or behind shower curtains. SCP-6362-B instances may also appear directly behind SCP-6362-A, though this is rare. SCP-6362-B instances are typically male and are always fully clothed. Their ethnicity, physical build and overall appearance vary. They have never been recorded to vocalize, emote or attempt to communicate in any way. After appearing, all instances of SCP-6362-B will converge on SCP-6362-A and physically assault them. For an SCP-6362 event to occur, an SCP-6362-A instance must be conscious and unseen by any other human. SCP-6362 events occur in intervals lasting anywhere from 1 year to 2 weeks. No method of consistently triggering an SCP-6362 event is currently known. An SCP-6362 event will end immediately if any of the following conditions are met: SCP-6362-A loses consciousness. SCP-6362-A dies. Another human observes an instance of SCP-6362-B. All instances of SCP-6362-B are terminated. When an SCP-6362 event ends, any remaining SCP-6362-B instances disappear, leaving no physical trace of their existence. No blood, clothing or hair belonging to an instance of SCP-6362-B has ever been recovered. However, any injuries sustained by SCP-6362-A, or damage done to the environment, will remain. All information on SCP-6362 has originated from journal entries, forums posts, psychiatric evaluations and letters. These documents are rare, as most SCP-6362-A instances are terminated during SCP-6362 events before recording anything useful about the anomaly. Addendum 6362.1: 1998-11-14 The following police report was filed by Officer Larry Marks of the Los Angeles Police Department: On 11/14/1998 at approximately 2230 hours, I responded to a reported shooting at Council Street and North Benton Way. Upon arriving at the house, the occupant (Jacob Harris) stepped outside and ran towards me, screaming for help. His head was bleeding and his left eye was swollen. Harris claimed that he had just been attacked by several strangers. He claimed that he shot two, before being disarmed by them and running outside. I summoned an ambulance to the scene. Upon brief investigation, I found no bodies or evidence of forced entry. I did find Harris's pistol on the floor near the front entrance, which I claimed as evidence. The ambulance arrived, and paramedics placed Harris inside. There is nothing further to report. After questioning, Harris was placed in the care of a psychiatric hospital. He expired 6 months later, within a locked bathroom. Cause of death was listed as a crushed trachea, in addition to several other minor wounds. No evidence or suspects were found. Addendum 6362.2: 2001-02-11 The following is a handwritten letter, written by 32-year-old Daniel Wallace. It is addressed to his family home. No return address is listed. Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document Lisa, I'm sorry for leaving. But I couldn't handle it anymore. I'm not crazy, not like you think I am. It's real. Maybe not to you, or the kids, but it is to me. People keep breaking in and hurting me. I know it sounds crazy. You look at me like I'm crazy. Ben is scared of me. My own kid is scared of me. But I didn't break my arm, or tear the bathroom door off its hinges, or give myself a concussion. It's been them. These people just show up. I don't know how they get in. It's like they just appear out of nowhere. They just come out of nowhere. Always when I'm alone. This place isn't possible to find. And if they do, god forbid, I'm going to kill them. There's a gun in every room. I carry one with me, all the time. I won't let it happen again. This cabin isn't possible to find. When I see a stranger, any stranger, I'll know what's happening. I'll kill them. I've got enough food to last for years. Mirrors on every wall. Two locks and a deadbolt on every door. They're never going to sneak up on me. Please don't try to visit me. I love you all. I'm going to drive into town to drop this letter off, and after that, I'm not leaving this cabin again. I can't. I love you, — Daniel. Two days after the letter was written, Wallace died when his vehicle swerved off the road and collided with a concrete barrier. Official cause of death was head trauma. However, he was found with back, arm and neck injuries that were inconsistent with a car accident. The letter was found in the passenger seat. Deemed by law enforcement to be accidental. Addendum 6362.3: 2017-04-15 The following is a handwritten letter, addressed to the Pentagon building. The author is unknown. Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document I killed them all. One broke a window and slid inside. Like a cat. The other two kicked my front door off its hinges. I killed all three. God made man, sure, but Samuel Colt made them equal. I want you to know that the last one took a long time to die. Shot him right in the gut. He just bled and stared at me. There wasn't anything behind those eyes. Nothing human. He didn't tell me anything. Whatever training they get, it's good. But mine is better. And when he died, they all just poofed out of existence, just like the last few times. No bodies, no blood. Can't wait for you to try again. Fuckers. — K Attempts to trace the sender have failed. Investigation showed that neither the Pentagon, nor any branch of the US Government, is connected to SCP-6362. Addendum 6362.4: 2018-03-29 The following is the only recoverable entry from a journal belonging to Robert Paisley: Show Transcribed DocumentShow Original Document My neighbor he's been outside for too long it doesn't take that long to mow a lawn It doesn't take that long to mow a lawn he just keeps stopping and looking paranoid, or pratending [sic] to clear grass from the blades He's just trying to look towards my house He's casing it He's getting ready to break in I know it The last few times, it's been him, I know it's been him, hes [sic] pulling the strings, telling them when I'm alone and when my wife is away They just break in and beat me, they don't say anything This has happened five times and nobody fucking believes me, but last time was different They were beating me, and he interrupted it He just walked into my house, said he heard something, but thats [sic] BULLSHIT, the second he came in they went away He MADE them go away, it was his fucked up way of telling me who's in control Im [sic] [indecipherable] The journal was recovered following its submission as evidence in the case of Markus Anderson's murder. Anderson lived across the street from Paisley, and was found stabbed to death in his home. Paisley has yet to be found. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6362" by Habitual_Snubnose, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6362. Licensed under CC-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: Crime_scene.JPG Author: Mattes License: Public domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Crime_scene.JPG Filenames: doc2.png, doc3.png, doc4.png Author: Habitual_Snubnose License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-6362 |
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